Howling Bay, Vrykul City Ymiron, a tough battle is underway.
The two warring parties are Expedition Force from Orcs and Vrykul who are stationed at Ymiron, Expedition Force Commander Overlord Saurfang has decided to attack Dragonblight. City Ymiron in the north of Howling Bay is their last obstacle. As long as this is conquered, the sea route to Dragonblight will be officially opened.
The Vrykul clan living in Howling Bay is named Dragonflayer Clan. Before the earth was divided, they had lost their traditions and no longer believed in Odyn. Instead, they gradually evolved into a secular civilization. With King, with Lord, in fact, if Northrend really has an owner, Vrykul should be one of them. These guys have lived here for tens of thousands of years and have already spread throughout Northrend.
Dragonflayer Clan's King is called Ymiron. It is said to be the most powerful Champion in history. He died long ago, but recently, he seems to have come back to life, occupying the abandoned Utgarde Keep, and re-starting his Evil rule in Howling Bay.
But this guy is very unlucky. After Northern Expedition War started, first it was Silver Hand led by Tirion Fordring Paladin teamed up with the Kul Tiras navy to break through the Bay of Spears defense of Utgarde Keep, burning the war all the way to Utgarde Keep Near, for this reason, Ymiron had to call his people from the entire Howling Bay to suppress Tirion Fordring's army at Waldgar.
But after finally waiting for Tirion Fordring and his army to withdraw, the soldiers of Orcs and Horde, who are more skilled in fighting, came again, and then the damn Storm Bay 0 The Vrykul compatriots of have a very clear purpose, which is to kill Ymiron and re-spread the faith of Odyn on this land.
Their leader is Spirit Champion Gavincente is currently stationed at the port of Waldgar, blocking the capital of ancient Vrykul. The tall and majestic Utgarde Keep is fighting a cruel battle with the main force of the Dragonflayer Clan for every inch of land in the Gulf of South.
But their war is more like War of Faith, who have almost no desire for land. Storm Bay still has large tracts of vacant land waiting for them to develop, and Odyn doesn't have much interest in this enclave.
So how to deal with the Vrykul here after the war is a headache for Thrall. At this time, the Ymiron standing in front of the Orcs army is regarded as the military center of Ymiron in the north of Howling Bay. There are a large number of Vrykul and some Vrykul Necromancer who have awakened from death.
It's definitely a tough nut to crack.
"Jorin, take the cavalry to disperse them!"
The heavily armed Garrosh·Grommash Hellscream used Gorehowl to chop off the head of a red Proto-Dragon that attacked him, kicked the corpse off the high platform, then turned around and shouted to his brothers, carrying the black Eyepatch Orc Warlock Jorin·Deadeye nodded, waved his hand and spilled a ball of Sulfuric Fire, burning the Necromancer in front of him, then mounted Worg, taking Orcs Wolf Riders, and cut into the somewhat chaotic battlefield from the side.
This is Ymiron's large platform. As long as it is conquered here, it means that Orcs has a channel that can attack at will. The battle here is also the most intense. Garrosh and his brothers, leading an army, are attacking here head-on.
On the other side, Dranosh, the son of Highlord Saurfang, held up a shield and blocked the big shield in front of him to defend against the flying axes of Vrykul. He waved one-handed War Axe in the other hand. The ferocious War Axe was covered with dirty, smelly blood. Under his leadership, the silent Orcs Infantry followed behind, like a wall, constantly squeezing the noisy Vrykul's dodge space.
These Vrykul who rushed out from Ymiron had no formation at all. They were like a bunch of vulgar bandits, riding on the huge Proto-Dragon in a chaotic manner. Under the leadership of their leader, they rushed towards the Orcs army.
It's like coming to die!
Regardless of whether it is Dranosh or Garrosh, although they have grown up hunting, Goya Matriarch has been teaching them superficial Orcs combat experience and the emphasis on teamwork. Strength, after returning to Orgrimmar, Overlord Saurfang, Thrall, Rehgar and other veterans, they will teach them about battle formation control. In short, they are qualified soldiers.
Although inferior to these Vrykul in terms of individual strength, in this cooperation of different arms, with the same number, Orcs has firmly gained the upper hand. Facing the ruthless command of Overlord Saurfang who has spent his whole life on the battlefield, the Vrykul on the opposite side is like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, unable to organize an effective counterattack at all.
But on the local battlefield, when facing the powerful leader Vrykul, the formation seems not to be important.
Skovald Ingvar, this guy is the Vrykul leader guarding the Ymiron platform. He wears Ice Blue-colored thick armor and has a spiked War Helm, wielding a War Axe the size of an adult human in his hand, each blow can break the armor of a Orcs Warrior, and those who are unlucky will lose their lives on the spot.
This cruel killing not only affected the morale of Orcs, but when Ingvar rushed towards the Infantry front led by Dranosh, it only took 3 minutes to forcefully break through the defense of Orcs Warrior.
"Inferior creatures!"
Ingvar roared and raised War Axe. Just as he was about to cut the Orcs that he had knocked over into two pieces, a shadow appeared on his War Axe In front of him was Dranosh, the calm young Orcs. He held the iron shield in front of him, supported the shield with both hands, and withstood Ingvar's slashing attack from the front.
"Bang"
There was a muffled sound, and a shocking crack appeared on the surface of the shield in Dranosh's hand. The young Orcs Warrior was knocked back several steps, and his brown face flushed. Vrykul's huge strength was really no joke. Just one moment, Dranosh felt that his arm was about to break.
"Ah ha, what a good opponent! Let's see how many times you can catch me! You little dwarfs! You are rubbish that can't even reach my shoulders!"
Ingvar also seemed to have discovered a new world. He laughed wildly and rushed towards Dranosh. However, as he approached Dranosh, another figure jumped out from the battlefield next to him and struck his armor with an ax. The huge force deformed Ingvar's movements, allowing Dranosh to escape this powerful slash.
"Don't even think about hurting my brother! You idiot with only brute strength!"
Garrosh jumped up from the ground, held Gorehowl in his hand with both hands, leaned back with his whole body, and chopped off Ingvar's head with thunderous force.
His eyes were blood red, and strong Rage was surging around his body. He had obviously entered a state of rage. The Gorehowl in his hand was wrapped in the breath of Blood Red, It looks particularly ferocious. The good Bloodline from Grom gives Garrosh stronger power and more precise control of Rage.
There are many Warrior families of Azeroth. The most famous one is the former Troll Killer Trollbane family. It is said that the Rage of this family is born with a strong restraint on the super regeneration of Troll, so it is called Troll. Killer.
This also proves that there is a clear difference between Rage and Bloodline after entering the high level. Some tend to attack and some tend to defend. Bloodline of Grom is definitely Warrior. The top one among Bloodline, the benefit it brings to Garrosh is the ultra-fast Rage activation and the secondary blessing of Active Berserk. For a Warrior, there is nothing more terrifying than the superposition of these two.
"Clang!"
Ingvar's War Axe and Gorehowl collided together. The huge force from the weapons made Ingvar's tall body take a step back, but Garrosh did not retreat. He fell in the air behind him, but the next moment he was caught by Dranosh with a shield.
Bloodline of Saurfang family is also the top Warrior Bloodline, Dranosh's eyes turned red, and he exerted force on his feet, crushing the heavy stones, and focused all his strength on the shield. Driven by this force, Garrosh's body rushed towards Ingvar at a faster speed.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
Three crazy consecutive heavy blows made the marauder's body retreat to the center of the battlefield. Garrosh's body accumulated strength on the ground and took off. The stone slab on the ground almost had an impact dent at this moment. Orcs's arms expanded at least one circle at this moment. Blood Red around his body Rage exploded like a Dragon.
Active Berserk, this terrible state has been imposed on Garrosh's body.
Ingvar just tried to lift War Axe to block, but as the dark energy surged behind him, wrapping around his body like Black Serpent, the plunderer turned around with difficulty and saw Jorin·Deadeye, who was leaning on a bone staff and sneering at him with his only remaining eye.
"Don't even think about hurting my brother! Bastard!"
Jorin shouted the same words as Garrosh, and clenched his left hand violently. The darkness Fel Energy wrapped around Ingvar's body completely exploded at this moment. The damage was not great, but all Ingvar's defenses were removed at this moment.
What he faced was the bloody edge cut from mid-air.
"Pfft!"
Ingvar's ferocious look was solidified on his face in a Blood Red line that almost ran through his body. His body shook a little, and he knelt down to Garrosh with a thud. In front of, Orcs looked at the corpse, Gorehowl in his hand suddenly slashed out, and the plunderer's head flew into the air like a baseball.
"We're the same height now, asshole!"
Ingvar's head hit the ground where the two sides were fighting, like the last note on a war drum. The morale of the already disadvantaged Vrykul bandits finally collapsed at this moment, and they began to retreat. Before Garrosh stepped forward, those Vrykul retreated faster.
Almost even running away.
"Champion of Horde, follow me Charge! Defeat these cowards!"
Garrosh held Gorehowl high, and Dranosh was the first to follow him and rush into the platform covered with corpses and blood. Behind them, Horde's soldiers filed in. Ymiron's first area had been conquered!
Overlord Saurfang witnessed the whole battle, with a satisfied expression on his face.
Then he took his Spine War Axe from Warlord next to him. This old Orc looked up and looked at the tall building Ymiron, like a building sealed in time. Tower in the Tower, there is a Evil's sight that is paying attention to him. Overlord Saurfang has noticed this sight a long time ago, but he doesn't care at all.
"The children's battle is over, let me, an old man, do the rest!"