Azeroth’s Death Track

Roar!

The orc warlord, who was bathed in blood on the battlefield, pulled out a sharp arrow from his chest. While his own blood was spurting out, he roared ferociously, holding the battle ax with both hands, and chopped down the human soldiers with shields in front of them. It became two halves, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, more human fighters rushed towards him from all directions.

Puff puff

Three sharp swords pierced his body from three directions, and the orc's eyes were bloodshot. He roared and wanted to fight back, but he saw a dwarf musket on his forehead head-on.

Admiral Dai Lin was covered in blood and minced flesh. He swung the epee with his left hand to repel the approaching orcs, and pulled the trigger with his right finger.

boom

The pungent smell of gunpowder rushed into his nostrils along with the pungent smell of blood, making the panting admiral feel like he had inhaled something strange, his whole body was filled with strength again, and he led the soldiers to rush to the front of him again. battlefield.

For the alliance! Kill!

Behind the admiral, the orc warlord with most of his head lifted fell to the ground, until the moment he died in battle, he was still holding the battle ax tightly in his hand, and around the corpse was death all over the scorched earth, human beings, Orcs, dwarves, elves, as far as the eye can see, this barren land has been soaked in blood, and among these corpses, the remaining warriors are still fighting each other's power to the death, trying to cut off each other's heads.

The most brutal hand-to-hand combat has been going on for 30 minutes, but the battlefield is still like an insatiable meat grinder. Stimulated by the roars and wailing of both sides, more blood and more lives are ruthlessly devoured.

Here, mortals become butchers, butchers become heroes, and heroes become monsters. There is no justice and no evil in this place. It is called the battlefield, and it is also called hell.

Boom boom boom

The shaking of the earth has never stopped. From under the dark red earth, the shamans of the tribe summoned angry earth elementals and fire elementals. These monsters who are not afraid of swords defended the rear of the tribe's battlefield, looting and The returned Blackrock orcs transported vital supplies to the tribe through that passage.

Marshal Lothar, who was riding on a horse, glanced back at the alliance camp that was already on fire. This wise general quickly understood the intentions of these orcs. He turned his head and shouted to the elite paladins around him:

Uther, Fording! Take the Silver Hand to disperse those shaman's positions! Destroy that bridge!

The two great knights nodded and pulled up the reins. Soon, the paladins were like sharp knives, tearing apart the battlefield where the Horde and the Alliance were fighting, and rushed towards the Horde's rear position, but that was all. not enough!

Iron Horse Brotherhood, come with me!

The generalissimo took a quick breath, and the armored horse under his crotch neighed. Behind the generalissimo, the knights of the Iron Horse Brotherhood loyal to him quickly formed a piercing arrow formation, and Lothar was the sharp knife of these knights , Their horses sped up on the battlefield full of corpses, and their hoofs rubbed against the bloody ground, splashing dazzling stains.

On the galloping horse, Lothar's eyes narrowed. He held the lance in his hand, and the sharp tip of the spear changed direction, finally pointing to the front of the orcs' front.

Pointing to the warchief Orgrim who was rampaging on the battlefield with the Kor'kron guards.

An orc warrior who had just killed his opponent straightened his body out of breath. He breathed heavily, and the violent vibration of the ground made him turn his head suddenly, and what he saw was the human race rushing madly in this direction. heavy cavalry.

A look of fear flashed in the orc's eyes. He wanted to escape from this path of death, but the second he just stepped forward, the fastest war horse slammed into him fiercely.

boom

The orc was hit head-on, and his chest heaved abnormally, which was a sign of a broken sternum. He smashed to the ground in embarrassment, and the iron hooves of the gallop ruthlessly trampled over the corpse, crushing his flesh and blood. His bones were buried in the ground, like the cruelest funeral on the battlefield.

Follow me! Knights!

Lothar's roar sounded during the charge, and more and more knights followed behind the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse, joining this glorious charge, and the number was increasing, and when they approached Orgrim's frontal position, they had already Gather at least 3000 knights.

This kind of large-scale frontal collision is like a furrow plow appearing on the battlefield, cutting everything along the way into two in a cruel cut, and behind the chaotic battlefield that was cut, the organization has long been washed away. The infantry were also inspired by the marshal's courage. They held their swords and shields high, followed behind the knights, and along the battlefield they cut, slapped fiercely on the orc's defensive front like a tide.

In the era of cold weapons, such a desperate charge led by nobles can completely dominate the situation of a war.

Protect the Great Chief!

After realizing that the target of the human generalissimo was Orgrim himself, and that the frontal battlefield was rapidly collapsing, the orc wolf cavalry and soldiers wandering on the battlefield quickly moved towards Orgrim without the chief's order. Greem rushed over, and they tried to block Lothar's death charge and the human soldiers' assault.

This kind of behavior cannot be wronged, but this instinctive act of protecting the chief also broke up the defense of the orc position. The number of orcs was already at a disadvantage, and the large-scale transfer of fighters quickly caused extremely bad consequences.

In front of Uther and Fording, who were rushing to the back of the battlefield, there was a leak in the orc's solid defense line, and the orcs who were attracted to the front of the battlefield inadvertently exposed their protected flanks!

They made a fatal mistake!

Dahl! Go and block the flanking knights!

The great chief Orgrim grabbed the shoulder of the old Juggernaut, the latter nodded, and led the Burning Blade clan towards the position that was being breached in the rear, and Orgrim himself also saw the enemy rushing towards him. Alliance Marshal Anduin Lothar, seeing the white hair escaping from under the helmet of the Mercedes-Benz Grand Marshal, and the respectable courage wrapped around his body, the Great Chief suddenly burst into battle.

Just kill him...

Orgrim turned over and rode on the black war wolf. He moved his neck, and the war wolf seemed to sense the fighting intent of its master. It raised its head and let out a piercing wolf howl. Grim rushed to the battlefield in front of him.

As long as Lothar is killed, the tribe has not lost yet!

The chief's eyes fixed on Lothar who was rushing forward. Behind him, the Kor'Krons followed their chief and launched a countercharge towards the seemingly unstoppable human knights.

It's almost like being sent to death.

The advantage of wolf cavalry lies in their flexibility. The power of frontal collision is not at the same level as that of human heavy cavalry. From a high altitude, on the battlefield below, the fierce battle between the two sides is like dark green arrows and white arrows facing each other. , It's like two swords slashing at each other without giving an inch, and one of them will always be completely broken after the collision.

It's the last minute.

Tyrion looked at the battlefield below, a strange light flashed in his ice blue eyes.

Above the clouds in the sky, a black Necromancer engraved with gloomy inscriptions slid across the battlefield silently. There was a dark red light dancing in the huge eye sockets of this colossus. , the wings were covered with broken periosteum, and between the flapping of the wings, the thick and obscure death energy dissipated bit by bit.

Different from those soulless zombie dragons, there is an unwilling soul hidden deep in the bone body of this necromantic dragon. It is a real creation of the dead, one of the most terrifying spectacle created by death, and a dark blade. The first killer weapon obtained by the Knights at the bottom of the box.

Look there! Tyrion, the red dragon of the Horde!

Glokush pointed to the dark sky ahead, and Tyrion could see it without looking up. In the sky behind the tribe and connected to Blackrock Spire, there were a few red dragons hiding in the clouds and peeking at the battlefield. Grimm's tribe is already at odds with each other, and these dragon knights from Dragonmaw are naturally unwilling to pay too many casualties for Orgrim's war, so they are thrown on the edge to protect the supplies that the Blackrock looters snatched back. .

They will affect our actions, there is no doubt about it!

Glokush whispered, Shall we kill them first?

unnecessary!

Tyrion shook his head: Time is too late...but I believe that those red dragons who are willing to be enslaved are not a problem...

He squatted down and patted the skull of the Necromancer:

I'm right, buddy, for those traitors, you really want to teach them a lesson...then go ahead and do it!

Um.

An obscure answer came from the soul, and a cold smile appeared on the death knight's cheeks. He stood up, spread his arms, nodded to Glokush, and then leaned back like a black cross, Falling down straight from the head of the giant dragon in the sky, the Necromancer also folded its wings, and the huge body of bones followed the fallen death knight and landed towards the ground.

At the same time, the distance between the two charging troops was less than 100 meters. The human knights could see the ferocious faces of the orcs who were running, and the orcs could also see the cold eyes of those knights under their helmets.

Orgrim and Lothar, who were the leaders, stared at each other. The old marshal's lance was steady as a rock in the gallop. In his eyes, Orgrim, who was dead or alive, was already a dead man.

spread!

Just when the orcs and humans were less than 50 meters away, the great chief's roar sounded on the shaking ground. Behind him, the elite Kor'krons pulled the reins of the war wolves, and quickly jumped towards the sides Going out, the next moment, the human knight who could no longer change direction slammed into the battlefield where they were separated.

Some orcs who were too late to escape were knocked into the sky, and more orcs and their war wolves were pierced by human lances, but those orcs who avoided the frontal charge pulled the reins at this moment, and the roaring war wolves came from They jumped up from the ground on both sides, took their masters, and threw those human knights to the ground from the side.

With this speed and the blessing of kinetic energy, many knights who fell to the ground died on the spot, while the orcs and their wolf warriors were stepped into the ground by the follow-up human knights and turned into a disgusting mess of flesh and blood.

But the wolf cavalry dispersed, but Orgrim did not dodge. On the contrary, he pulled the reins of the black war wolf, making the beast run wilder. The moment it almost touched Lothar's lance, The war wolf of the great chief lashed out with all four claws, leading his owner to jump up from the ground. The teeth of the war wolf bit hard on the neck of the Lothar war horse, and that layer of iron armor was bitten through by this crazy beast.

But at the next moment, Lothar's war horse neighed and raised its front hooves, and kicked the black wolf's waist fiercely. This time, the heavy blow broke the black wolf's spine, but even such a fatal injury, this The crazy beast still didn't let go of its teeth.

In the blood of the war horse and the war wolf, Orgrim himself jumped up from the saddle with the last attack of the war wolf, as if wrestling, and put Anduin Lothar on the back of the war horse Fell off the horse.

The lance in the hand of the old marshal swung fiercely and hit Orgrim's waist, sending the chief flying, but he himself fell to the ground hard. For an old man in his 50s, Said that this blow was vicious, the sturdy helmet was thrown out, and the impact on the ground caused Marshal Lothar's well-combed hair to scatter, making him dizzy.

The instinct of an old soldier made him subconsciously draw the epee behind his back, but in a chaotic battlefield, he raised his head, and in his blurred vision, he saw Orgrim's brown body, waving a black sword. The Hammer of Doom rushed towards him fiercely.

boom

The epee and the warhammer collided, and under the great force swayed by the orc chief, the long sword in Lothar's hand broke. Amid Orgrim's grinning laughter, the roaring warhammer fell from the sky, heading towards Lothar's unprotected body. Head smashed down.

Anduin Lothar died here!

Horde, must win!

No!

Marshal Lothar's adjutant, the holy light on Paladin Turalyon's body has swelled to the extreme. He chopped down the orc warriors in front of him like crazy, and rushed towards the direction where Marshal Lothar fell. Behind him, the knight The orcs charged in that direction too, howling, but the orcs would not give an inch. They would not let the Alliance dogs spoil the warchief's victory.

In the roar of destruction and salvation, the night sky above the sky was shrouded in deeper darkness, and Tyrion was doing unrestrained free fall in the air, as if he was flying.

At the moment when he was close to the ground, he saw the war hammer dropped by Orgrim, saw the helplessness flashing in Lothar's eyes, and the unwillingness and abandonment that followed, saw the marshal closing his eyes and waiting to die, Terry Ang's mouth curled into a stiff smile.

I have come, I have seen... Next, it is time to conquer...

swish

The black wings spread open suddenly, bringing the figure like a shooting star and slammed into the center of the battle formation between the great chief and the old marshal. The corrosive black storm rolled up dust and ashes of flesh and blood, and completely wiped out the battlefield. cover.

At this moment, all the sounds, the clashing of weapons, the screams and mourning of soldiers, all fell silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on that side of the battlefield, whether it was humans or orcs, they were all looking forward to their own victory.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the orcs were disappointed to find that the chief's warhammer did not smash Lothar's head, and the soldiers of the alliance were also horrified to find that Marshal Lothar was being held in the hands of a black knight.

You! It's you...traitor!

Orgrim's warhammer was firmly held in the air by a ferocious dark red giant blade. He looked at the bastard in front of him, who was also looking at him, and his ice blue eyes were dead silent.

Long time no see, Great Chief, are you all right?