Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 159 29. Breaking down the fort [30100]

From the hall at the top of Hellfire Citadel, one can see the Gate of Darkness standing at the end of the peninsula in the distance at a glance. The heavy dark green is like a spar dotted on this land. Occupying an unparalleled position in its short history.

That was a turning point in the civilization of a race, which almost became the end of the race.

The hall on the top floor of Hellfire Citadel is already in a mess. The power of elements is very thin on the Hellfire Peninsula, but this does not affect the power of each attack of Ner'zhul, the thunder that falls from the sky, the scorching and active flames, and the collapse of the ground If he hadn't taken into account that he was also in this fortress, the angry great shaman would probably evoke the most terrifying earthquake and bury Tyrion directly in the ruins of Hellfire Citadel.

But even so, as a spellcaster, it wasn't the right choice to fight a powerful death knight.

What's more terrible is that on the edge of the broken wall behind him, bone-white claws have already been clasped on it.

Looking back, Ner'zhul saw that the nearly 40-meter-high walls of Hellfire Citadel were densely covered with awakened corpses. Under the death call of the apocalypse, these dead bodies were infused with the most vicious thoughts. They crazily climbed the city wall, and when Ner'zhul had no idea, they surrounded him in the hall on the top floor from both sides.

Those undead crawled out from under the walls of Hellfire, those skeletons with crooked clothes, I don’t know how many years they have experienced, and those orcs who died tragically in the clan civil war, and more, they were built by the orcs. Draenei slaves who were enslaved to death when they opened the door.

see it?

Tyrion's voice sounded in the messy hall. Ner'zhul turned his head and saw more and more corpses standing behind Tyrion, those draenei with twisted bodies and wounds covered with mud People, there is no emotion in their eyes, only eternal hatred.

A corpse awakened by death energy has no soul, but the emotions before death will torment them, and the last resentment left will determine whether the corpse is gentle or manic, but it is a pity that death is never a happy thing, so it is called The awakened corpses are also rarely gentle individuals.

They will only destroy everything in their instinctive roar.

Death knight has never been a profession that will 1V1 with you fairly, and the walking dead army is not just talking.

boom

Ner'zhul didn't answer, he waved his left hand, and the lava fire that burst from the ground swallowed all the bone skeletons at his hand in an instant, and at the moment when the black smoke rising from the burning bone dregs, it was like a signal for war , Those undead gathered in the hall let out violent roars.

Aww!

No reason, no emotion, no meaning, just extreme hatred for the living, Tyrion flicked his fingers, as if opening an invisible shackle, these corpses standing in place shook and staggered Moving forward, the next moment, the fire of souls in the eyes of the undead in all directions became as bright red as blood.

The resentment and madness from the time of death dominated the dead body, and they rushed towards the big shaman in the most instinctive posture, just like the tide rolling from all directions, slapping the body of the big shaman, wanting to Bury him completely.

roll!

Go away!

Facing the siege of the fragile undead, the great shaman roared. The staff in his hand hit the ground fiercely, and the broken rock under his feet rolled away again. With the roar of the elemental spirit, the ground under Ner'zhul's feet shook Little by little, it was like ferocious sharp teeth opening on the ground, devouring all the wandering undead.

call

The howling wind also turned at this moment, converging into a black storm, entangled around Ner'zhul's body, but all the undead who approached seemed to be thrown into the rolling blade, and those fragile skeletons disappeared in an instant. Being cut into shape, or even chopped directly.

The fighting power of a single undead is too low to even get close to the big shaman, and he can even clear an entire area with just a wave of his hand. More and more, under the indifferent gaze of Tyrion, the killing speed of the great shaman began to lag behind the increasing speed of the undead.

In the 20 years of war in Draenor, it is impossible to calculate how many bones are buried under this fortress. If Ner'zhul intends to perform a unparalleled undead here, he will definitely be exhausted to death.

Element, help me!

Ner'zhul soon discovered Tyrion's sinister plan and started a war of attrition. He was definitely no match for the death knight in front of him. He had to disperse more and more undead before they became even worse troubles , completely defeated Tyrion.

boom

The thunder and lightning that fell from the sky tore through the darkness, and the sky of Hellfire Peninsula was lit up at this moment. It was like thousands of thunder spears stabbing down from the sky, gathering on the top floor of the entire Hellfire Fortress, and killing the densely packed undead. Instantly crushed at this moment.

There are shattered bone fragments everywhere, as well as the ashes of corpses burned by lightning. The surrounding air is filled with an unconcealable burnt smell. Ner'zhul's body is entwined with fine electric arcs, which looks like the birth of thunder In general, he grabbed the staff out of breath, and the jumping lightning gathered in his palm again.

The crackling sound was connected in the air. In front of the great shaman, Tyrion's eyes did not change much. He seemed to be passively beaten on the spot, drawing the power of the blasphemy magic seal, and propped up outside his body. The dark green necromancer shield was covered, and there were fine electric arcs around the shield.

Apparently, the thunder storm hit him just now, but failed to penetrate his armor.

It's time to end!

The invisible elemental power lingered around the body of the great shaman, distorting the air, the electric arc in his hand became brighter, and the burnt smell in the air became stronger. Obviously, this blow that was brewing was bound to be earth-shattering!

Yes! It's time to end!

Seeing that the biggest thunderstorm was about to erupt, Tyrion nodded, stretched out the fingers of his left hand, and snapped his fingers lightly at the moment when the electric light flooded his field of vision, all the corpses scattered around the big shaman turned into blood bombs , all the bones that covered the whole layer of the ground burst, like a decisive blow from both sides at the same time.

Tyrion's body was covered in dazzling thunder, while Ner'zhul's body was shrouded in a storm of flesh and blood.

The great shaman immediately realized that something was wrong. He summoned a strong wind to blow away the weird blood mist around him, but just as the wind blew up, the dazzling lightning net in front of him was torn apart by his fingers wearing broken gloves, and the death knight staggered. Taking a step forward, the magic sword in his hand pointed at Ner'zhul.

Blood, boiling!

wow

In the veins infected by the blood plague, the great shaman didn't even have time to throw himself a healing technique. One-third of the blood in his body boiled as if boiled, and the pain made his thin cheeks turn pale. It was bright red, and the internal organs seemed to be thrown into a pot to boil, which made him curl up subconsciously.

And this is just the beginning...

Tyrion's figure dragged the buzzing giant blade approaching quickly. The great shaman felt that a catastrophe was imminent, and he tried to retreat, but under his feet, a skeleton with only half of its body stretched out its claws, and held it tightly. Ner'zhul's ankle, the orc lowered his head, and saw dark red light blooming in the eye sockets of the gloomy bones.

Its jaws rattled, as if it were laughing in horror after death.

The cold sharp blade sliced ​​through the earth shield protecting the body, and the moment the sharp blade touched the body, the old shaman could even hear the vicious whisper of the sword and its endless hunger and thirst, which made Ner'zhul tremble After a moment, the next second, severe pain came.

puff

The blade effortlessly cut into the flesh and cut off the tendons and bones. Amidst Ner'zhul's muffled groan, a black thing rushed into the sky and hit the ground behind Tyrion with blood. It was the severed left arm. , The blood-stained fingers were convulsing.

Snapped

The death knight pressed the palm of Ner'zhul's severed arm wound, his eyes turned bright red, the blood flowing from the great shaman's body was forcibly drawn out like a blood snake, entwined around the death knight's right arm, Even in the severe pain of this fainting, Ner'zhul still wanted to fight back.

The restless elements entangled, but the next moment, his body was thrown on the ground. The place where he could see was the cold magic blade on his forehead, and the death knight holding the magic blade. His eyes were hotter than the temperature of this sharp blade. itself is colder.

Tyrion stretched out his hand and extinguished the last flickering electric arc on his clothes. He looked at Ner'zhul who was unwilling, and said in a low voice:

You are too old, your time is over, you lose!

The battle between Tyrion and King Ner'zhul almost affected the entire Hellfire Citadel. When the Great Shaman summoned the power of the elements, the walls and pillars of this giant fortress were shaking wildly, especially when he tore open On the top floor of the fort, the act of throwing a large number of undead into the interior of the fort made the orcs stationed in the fort even more difficult to attack back and forth.

Yrel and Celent led two death legions, one from the left and one from the right, and entered the Hellfire Citadel from two entrances. The ordinary orc soldiers were not the enemies of these elite knights at all. Under his own killing, not only did not decrease, but more and more, and the comrades who had fallen before quickly got up and faced him with swords and swords.

This kind of pressure was extremely terrifying, especially when even the escape channels were blocked, the isolated fortress orcs only lasted for less than 20 minutes before they collapsed.

And they are no match for the undead army when they are gathered together. If they disperse and escape, they can only be found and killed by the undead that fills the entire fortress. The most unlucky guys will be torn to pieces by the violent dead bodies.

The fall of Hellfire Citadel was a fatal blow to the orcs lingering on the Hellfire Peninsula. In the orc stronghold Seskori not far from Hellfire Citadel, the orc warlord who received the news from the rout The order to retreat was issued immediately.

Even the strong fortress has been breached, this simple fortress is no match for those undead!

But their way of escape came to an end at the very beginning. The moment the orc warlord led the wolf cavalry out of the fortress, he desperately saw the death knell of the necromantic dragon hovering in the night with its wings flapping ashes. Under the huge figure of the necromantic dragon, Glokush stood in front of Sethgau Fortress, his back turned to the orcs who were trying to escape.

Even if there is only one person, it is like a wall, blocking the orcs from escaping.

Drop your arms! You can keep your lives!

Glokush turned around and looked at the tense orcs. The courage had undoubtedly flowed away from these orcs, and they lost the support of traditional glory. Inside their seemingly powerful bodies, what was hidden was only Cowardly souls armed with tyranny.

You can only fight with the wind. Once the battle goes wrong, your mind will be shaken... Orgrim's defeat in Azeroth has proved this point. For traditional orcs, it is an honor to fight to the death without retreating. Even in the face of desperation, most orcs would choose to die on the battlefield instead of turning around and running for their lives.

If you resist! Kill without mercy!

The hollow voice of the death knight reached every orc's ears. This may be a strong threat, but if there is only one enemy in front, this threat seems to lose its meaning.

Wolf cavalry, look at me, I look at you, after a moment of silence, they decisively drew out the orc-style beheading knife, amidst the howling of the war wolf, these wolf cavalry, led by the warlord, moved towards Gloku Shi launched a sharp charge.

Stupid choice!

The death knight drew out his battle ax and took a step forward. The huge death energy in his body dissipated in the ground under his feet. Soon, as the cracks in the ground turned, one skeleton after another crawled out from the ground, and they staggered. , the weapon in his hand was covered with rust, and even his instinctive thinking was obliterated in a long time.

But it doesn't matter!

The sudden appearance of skeletons blocked the charge of the wolf cavalry. When Grokush rushed into the orc crowd with his battle ax, the necromantic dragon above his head also breathed deadly smoke towards the orcs below.

At the highest point of Hellfire Citadel, Tyrion held the only remaining right hand of Ner'zhul who was unconscious. Yrel stood behind him. He looked at the dark red land full of undead. There was a touch of unconcealable emotion.

The Dark Blade Knights finally took the most difficult first step...

The fate of this world is finally in his hands.

This may be just an insignificant starting point, but soon, the death frenzy set off by him will sweep the entire world!