Vrykul of Lost Their Religious Traditions is a Secular Power, so there will inevitably be class divisions, but the division between Human World and Rank of Vrykul, who pay attention to etiquette and decency, is much more straightforward.
Whoever is stronger and can fight better will have a higher level.
In Ymiron's time, the Vrykul kings and lords of Howling Fjord were the most capable of fighting. This would certainly make the entire Vrykul society tend to be barbaric and ferocious, but it also ensured the Vrykul's strong fighting power. In fact, if it hadn't been for the Curse of Flesh, which forced the last king to put his people into a state of slumber, the two sides would have already gone to war when the Undead Scourge occupied Northrend.
But now, Arthas has given Vrykul hope to get rid of Curse of Flesh. Although Undead transformed Vrykul is still flesh and blood, but whether it is strength or will, it will become stronger and stronger. This is what Vrykuls hope to get. For this reason, the first awakened Ymiron took the initiative to join Arthas.
Both sides know that this kind of affiliation is only temporary, but when facing the same opponent, this kind of "affiliation" with evil intentions becomes insignificant.
Ymiron is a typical Vrykul City, divided into Upper, Middle, and Lower Levels, Great Underground Dwelling are all Vrykul ancestors of Sleep, Ymiron has not had time to wake them up, Jorin·Deadeye is taking Troll Mage and Orc Warlock carry out the final "processing" of those Vrykul ancestors who are between life and death.
The middle level is Vrykul who has renewed allegiance to Ymiron. They have been led by Orcs who are Garrosh and Dranosh. Infantry is completely broken up. While Despair is struggling, Orcs will not kill them all. The subsequent development of Howling Bay will still need these slaves.
The road to the upper level has been blocked. Garrosh led the soldiers to charge three times, but was driven out by the more elite Vrykul Warrior. It was a spiraling upward stone staircase. Those Warrior holding shields blocked it, forming a defense like a city wall. One Vrykul Noncommissioned Officer holds Longbow Warblade. Under his command, every attack of Orcs will be easily neutralized. It is almost a situation that no one can defeat. Garrosh even wanted to set fire to the place until Overlord Saurfang holding War Axe walked in.
"Garrosh, go collect those prisoners of war and leave this place to me."
Old Orc looked at the blocked stone steps in front of him, raised his left hand, and followed the elite Kor'kron behind him Warrior raised their weapons one after another and made preparations for Charge. As the most powerful force in Orgrimmar and even the entire Orcs world, the Kor'kron unit, which is small in number but powerful in combat power, is one of the most famous units of Azeroth.
These battle-hardened Orcs veterans are as indifferent as walking steel, which is intimidating.
"Yes!"
Garrosh looked at the defensive Vrykul on the stone steps with some dissatisfaction. Finally, he gritted his teeth, carried the blood-stained War Axe back behind him, and turned towards the battlefield that had calmed down in the rear.
Old Orc held the Spine War Axe in his hand with both hands, moved his ten fingers, and Blood Red's Rage rose up from his feet and flew. He quickly wrapped him up. After entering the state of Rage Control, Saurfang did not have red eyes like the younger generation. On the contrary, his eyes were still as bright as before.
This means that even under extreme Anger, he can still use his iron will to maintain his due sanity.
Under the Vrykul Noncommissioned Officer spike, Helm showed a mocking smile. He opened the iron bow in his hand and provocatively shot an iron arrow as thick as a child's arm at the Safarur Overlord.
"Bang"
The whizzing iron arrow was directly knocked away by a Fist. The next moment, the stones under Saurfang's feet shattered, and old Orc's body merged into Rage, like a crazy Rage Storm, dragged a long shadow on the ground, holding War Axe in both hands and dragging it behind him, hitting the row of thick shields like a meteor with his arms and body leaning sideways.
"Pa"
The 4-meter-tall body of Vrykul Warrior that was hit at the center was as if it had been hit head-on by a battering ram, and flew backwards. There were already cracks on the thick shield, while old Orc's body stopped in place, like a bloody nail, nailed into the row of defensive Vrykul Warrior.
The other Vrykul held up Longspear and slashed at him with long knives, but the moment before those weapons fell on Safarur, the War Axe in old Orc's hand, with the blessing of huge power, drew a 270° large whirlwind in the air.
It was like a flash of Blood Red lightning appeared in the air, all the weapons it touched were chopped into pieces, the Fragments of the shield flew around Safarur, and those Vrykul roars were slammed back into the stomach by this blow.
Cleave! This was a Cleave with almost perfect effect. After cutting off those weapons, old Orc opened his mouth and let out a bell-like roar. The sound waves visible to the naked eye hit the ears of every Vrykul around, causing their attacks to pause for a moment.
Intimidation Battle Shout!
Then another bloody Aura bloomed next to Safarur, like a howling whirlwind spinning out of thin air. When it stopped, the three nearest Vrykul bodies standing next to Saurfang fell to the ground with their legs and abdomen chopped off.
Whirlwind!
The smelly and hot blood covered every staircase around him, and Vrykul roared up and rushed up. Noncommissioned Officer's weapon was smashed away by Saurfang with War Axe, and he jumped up from the ground. The War Axe in his hand slashed down his neck, chest, and abdomen. The simple blow directly had the effect of Execute.
When Saurfang landed, Vrykul Noncommissioned Officer, who was wearing heavy armor, was almost cut into two pieces with his armor on.
His body that fell to the ground could not even stop Saurfang for a second. The old Warrior's martial arts skills were not amazing, and were not even as thrilling as when Garrosh wielded Gorehowl. But it was this simple and unpretentious martial arts that easily broke through the defensive formation that left Garrosh helpless.
He is like a Warblade that has been polished by time. The gorgeous tassels and decorations have been worn away, but it is precisely in this way that he becomes more and more sharp. When he unsheathes, any weapon will have to retreat, and any opponent will be afraid.
This is the Intimidation power of High-Rank Warrior!
It was at this moment that Kor'kron Warrior who followed him Charge won Combat Techniques. Under the leadership of Saurfang who started Charge again, those tall and elite Vrykul Warrior, was cut into pieces with random knives almost instantly.
These veterans who had survived brutal wars time and time again could find the fighting method that best suited them without any deliberate command. It only took less than five minutes for the passage to the top to be completely opened.
Saurfang cut off the last lock of Great Door with an axe, kicked it open, and rushed in. As a result, a golden Longspear rushed towards him, almost breaking the speed of sound., old Orc subconsciously struck it with an axe, and War Axe mixed with Rage broke open the golden Longspear, scattering it like a bamboo.
It was only then that Saurfang saw the creature in front of him clearly. It was a creature he had never seen before. It was a woman carrying Winged Helm and holding a golden Longspear, like Vrykul, but it is in the form of Spirit Form, with a pair of thick Wings of Light behind her. Her whole body is shining with golden luster, and she looks like a legendary angel of mankind.
Just looking at the appearance, it has almost nothing to do with Undead.
"Who are you?"
Safarur held War Axe and looked at the creature in front of him warily. Although she was noble, what she was doing had nothing to do with her Holiness appearance. Behind this guy was a big No., the Forge of Blue Flame is being lit, and the visible soul is being extracted from the Forge by her and poured into the rows of thick Stone Sarcophagi.
Golden Val'kyr's toes were on the ground, she looked at Safarur, and finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and low,
"Sylvana, you can call me Val'kyr, please leave here! I have no intention of getting involved in the grudge between you and Arthas, so don't disturb me."
Saurfang took another look at the corpses that had been filled with Imbuement souls, with a mocking smile on his face.
"Leave this to your Evil master, you disgusting creature!"
Old Orc Charge again, Blood Red's Rage brought a chilling atmosphere that lowered the temperature here a lot, but his words also seemed to anger the guy in front of him who claimed to be "Val'kyr", in Saurfang At the moment of Charge, her body also turned into a Light and Shadow, and the golden Longspear and Saurfang's War Axe in her hand were chopped together, making a deafening sound.
Amidst the scalp-numbing collision, the cold voice of Sylvana also sounded at the same time,
"He is not my master! Stupid warlike creature, get out of here!"
Saurfang's response was equally murderous, "Then you have to defeat me first!"
"Bang!"
Two figures, one red and one gold, retreated to both sides. Sonic Boom Cloud appeared at the point of impact. The next moment, the two guys collided even more crazily.
The golden light pierced Ymiron's Top-Level Structure, making this cold Fortress almost filled with hot light at this moment, but the Blood Red Rage mixed in it was like a big net, tightly binding it in the battlefield.
Saurfang's combat power is fully activated, Glory Charge, Deadly Execute. Every blow will dim the light on the golden creature's body, but every time he attacks, he will also be pierced by the ubiquitous golden Longspear. This is no longer just a collision between the two Combat Techniques.
This is more like the collision of the wills of two powerful creatures!
Let's see who collapses first!
Garrosh and Dranosh were cleaning the battlefield. When Golden Light filled the cold sky of Ymiron, they stopped what they were doing, and Jorin ran out of the basement panting, shouting loudly,
"I feel the violent energy at the top! The Overlord might need help! That's a pretty powerful guy, I feel it!"
"Let's go!"
Dranosh picked up two Warblade from the ground and rushed towards the top floor. Garrosh and Jorin followed him, but just as they rushed towards Top-Level Stairs At the moment of, the entire wall collapsed in an instant. The roar of Safarur made the expressions of the three guys change greatly, but the next moment, a golden shadow flew out from the battlefield and knocked the three young men to the ground.
It was a Golden Val'kyr with Winged Helm, wearing a golden battle armor, and a pair of Wings of Light behind it. It looked like a Spirit Form, but it had a physical body.
At this time, she was in extreme misery. The Golden Light that was everywhere on her body had dimmed. Even the Wings of Light on her back had become weak. The golden Longspear in her hand had been broken by a third from the top. On the armor on her abdomen, a clear fist mark was imprinted there.
The three guys looked up. In the golden mist that had not yet dissipated, Overlord Saurfang's body was stooped. His War Axe had been completely shattered, and the Fragments was sprinkled in the blood on the surrounding ground. Old Orc was stroking the pillar, and his whole body was covered with blood, but there was a trace of comfort after the battle in his eyes.
"Ah! You are here! Tie her up and send her to those Paladin, they will be interested!"
Old Orc gritted his teeth and said,
"Bring back some good stuff and tell Warriors that we won!"
"The road to Dragonblight has been opened! Early tomorrow morning, we will set off for Angrathar Camp!"