Azeroth’s Death Track

Archdemon, that is the honorific title of all the demons of the Burning Legion for the strongest of them all.

Although many demons like to intimidate mortals, saying that they are extremely powerful demons, there are only a few real great demons in the Burning Legion's ten-thousand-year battle.

The most famous great demons are Archimonde the Defiler and Kil'jaeden the Deceiver. The twin rulers of Eredar use their brute force and cunning as the Dark Titan to command the entire Burning Legion, but it should be noted that, The powers of Archimonde and Kil'jaeden were not innate, they were given the purest and largest evil energy by Sargeras, so they were converted into races and became real great demons.

As for the primordial ones, born among the pure demons in the Twisting Nether, it is very difficult to reach the level of great demons by themselves, talent and opportunity are indispensable.

Maronos the Destroyer is such a lucky guy. Before it appeared, it was not the commander of the Abyss Lord. For this race that advocates brute force and violence, it can only be tempered by countless battles before it can be recognized by everyone. The tribe recognized that Maronos became the true king of the abyss lord by defeating the previous abyss king Aggona, and he was a real great demon.

In terms of brute force alone, even Archimonde the Defiler is not its opponent. It is the strongest in pure power in the Burning Legion, and Mannoroth has served the Legion for countless years. The wars it has experienced are It is unimaginable by ordinary people, and its combat experience is so rich that it is outrageous.

Abyss Lords prefer straight-forward battles compared to the tricky Dreadlords. Although this occasionally makes it easy for them to fall into traps, on the other hand, after going through so many traps, they are still alive, and they are alive. It has already proved the strength of Mannoroth.

Its brute force is enough to confront Agamaggan, the wilderness demigod known for its brute force, head-on 10,000 years ago... It even killed Agamaggan with its own hands, and dealt with one of the most powerful demigods head-on .

It is almost impossible to fight against such a big demon with a mortal body. Although observers know that in another timeline, the big demon Malonos died from the jump of an orc, but that In fact, it was more like a coincidence... The orc was only desperately fighting, and under the desperate restraint of his companions, he was extremely lucky to hit Mannoroth's old wound, which caused the extreme deterioration of the injury...

The death of Malonorth was more like fate than a mortal hand.

But now, in this timeline, what will happen to the fate that Mannoroth will face?

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You are failures!

The roar of the abyss lord was like thunder, and it slammed down the halberd in its hand in an arrogant manner. The moment it fell to the ground, with the place where Mannoroth was standing as the center of the circle, the surging power It rushed into the ground and shattered the ground, like some hideous creature rolling underground, rolling endlessly in all directions in an earthquake pattern.

This blow caused a small earthquake, and this was just a random blow from Malonos.

During the earthquake, the disgraced old wolf cavalryman Fenris kept rolling, avoiding the fire of fel energy rushing out from under the ground, and Chief Kargath of the Shattered Hand, the former Highmaul gladiator champion, the most powerful among the orcs The fearsome assassin grabbed the swaying bone plate on Mannoroth's back to keep himself from falling under the charge of the giant beast.

Kilrogg Deadeye, the chief of the Blood Ring clan, this brute force and wild chief held a sturdy hunting stick in both hands, trying to attack Mannoroth from the front.

Dead Eye roared and rushed up from the ground, holding the weapon in both hands, and slammed fiercely at the moving fel hill in front of him. The top of the special hunting stick was covered with sharp edges polished by Goron's teeth, which was enough to break through Steel, and the warrior's furious fire wrapped around this hunting stick, making it even more powerful.

crash

Mannoroth, who was troubled by the assassin Kargas behind him, seemed to feel the threat. The degraded and flightless wings on his back rose violently at this moment, like a shield, firmly blocking his head , The next moment, the heavy hunting stick in Dead Eye's hand slammed on the overlapping wings.

Kilrogg felt as if his weapon had hit a piece of steel. The terrifying shock force split the hands of the orc chief. The bones inside were hard, but this powerful blow, apart from making Mannoroth take a step back, failed to harm the body of the abyss lord at all.

roll!

The claws of the Destroyer whizzed and slapped Kilrogg's body in mid-air. In an instant, the brave orc chief flew upside down, spitting out blood. He felt as if a mountain had hit his body .

Kilrogg's strength is already considered a strong level among the orc chieftains, but facing the furious Mannoroth, he couldn't even break through the defense.

tear up

With the short-term stiffness that Kilrogg smashed on Maronos' body, Kargath Bladefist behind the abyss lord also raised his signature weapon, which was fixed on the broken arm. The ferocious fist blade, with green light spots shining on the surface of the blade, represents that this is a sharp blade quenched with poison. The assassins of the Shattered Hand clan are very famous in the whole of Azeroth for their use of poison. The toxin is so violent that even the immune systems of large creatures cannot fight it.

Kargath let out a roar, the sharp fist blade tore through the abyss lord's solid skin, and pierced into Mannoroth's flesh and blood in a posture of submersion, and the corrosive green blood spattered in the wound After coming out, in just a few seconds, the destroyer felt the wound on his back become paralyzed, and the paralyzing toxin was flowing to every corner of his body at an extremely fast speed.

Roar! Mouse!

The halberd of the abyss lord swept across his back at this moment, but Kargath dodged it flexibly. The attack of this sneaky assassin made the destroyer even more angry, and its other claw also grabbed at the back at this moment , but the moment the claw was raised, the roaring spear pierced between the claws, and the barb of the steel spear was firmly stuck on the bone of the abyss lord. For a while, amidst the rattling of the chains, the ashen-faced Chief Fenris stretched his muscles and grabbed the chains like a tug-of-war, fixing the claws of the abyss lord in the air.

Tear it, tear it

Kargath's fist blade kept tearing open wounds on the abyss lord's wide mountainous back, and before he even had time to apply the toxin, he simply poured the whole bottle of venom hanging from his waist into the abyss lord's wound, like They used to hunt Gron like that, using various toxins to continuously weaken the power of the great demon, and finally gave it a fatal blow.

Kargath! Quick!

Fenris' roar made Chief Shattered Hand's assassination move faster, but facing the terrifying brute force of the abyss lord, even Fenris blushed, and the ground under his feet was still plowed out by his feet. In this contest of power, he was no match, but even so, he still firmly grasped the chain in his hand and tried his best to restrain Mannoroth's actions.

We're here to help you, old man!

A familiar shout sounded behind Fenris. The next moment, a new force began to pull the chain, giving the flushed Fenris a chance to breathe. Behind him, the young orc Dranosh grabbed the chain, Resisting on his shoulders, he pulled back frantically, and Garrosh, who was born in the Warsong clan, had a natural talent for hunting large creatures. He put the battle ax in his hand on a chain, and after spinning a few times, he slammed towards Malornos threw it, fastening the ax and chain to the saboteur's other wrist.

The two chains were stretched straight at this moment, and the cooperation of several powerful fighters unexpectedly restrained Malonos' counterattack. Thrall held the heavy Hammer of Doom, and he quickly ran towards the front The monster spewing evil energy, the dancing blue thunder and red flames entwined and rolled around the body of this young genius shaman, Thrall tried his best to call for the power of the elements, just a few seconds , The summoned elemental power responded to Thrall's eyes like thunder.

Take a hit from me!

The young orc jumped up from the ground. He held the Great Chief's Hammer of Doom in both hands. In a jumping posture, he smashed the hammer at the head of the abyss lord who was restrained by his companions. At the moment when Maronos' head was about to be knocked down, the seemingly trapped abyss lord suddenly raised his head, and a sly smile appeared on his ugly and terrifying face.

Closer...closer...

not good!

This thought just flashed through Thrall's mind, and in the next second, everything in front of him was completely submerged by the sudden explosion of fel energy.

boom

No!

While directing the dark night to go through the army's counterattack, General Shandris, who watched the battle, widened her eyes. In her vision, she could see endless energy flames coming from every corner of the body of the abyss lord who was imprisoned by the orcs. A corner spewed out, and the scene was like a dormant volcano suddenly waking up, and the intense firelight even illuminated the night at this moment.

Thrall who jumped up to fight back, Kargath who backstabbed madly behind the abyss lord, Fenris, Dranosh and Garrosh who trapped the abyss lord with chains, Kiel who just crawled out of the depression on the ground Rogge, Vol'jin who was preparing the voodoo circle, these brave people were completely overwhelmed by the fel energy storm erupting from the body of the abyss lord at this moment, and by the fire that pierced the sky.

The scorching fel fire burned for a full minute before slowly extinguishing. This was a counter-ambush by the great demon. Obviously, this was not the first time it had used this tactic of showing weakness, but the effect was as good as ever.

boom

Mannoroth's huge body took a step forward. The completely burned and cracked ground under its feet had lost all vitality, as if it had been thrown into magma and then fished out. Dark green light burst out from the crack marks.

The land is polluted...

The Destroyer was leaning on a halberd, and its inverted triangular head condescended to look down at the badly burned young orc. At this time, Thrall had lost the ability to fight back. In fact, if it wasn't for the elemental power to protect him at the last moment He, I'm afraid that the young Thrall will be completely burned to death by the pure fire of fel energy. After all, this is the bottom-of-the-box tactic of the great demon. The eruption of fel energy just now is enough to destroy the body of any mortal.

Just like Kargas, who is lying on the cracked and dry ground at this time, the fist blade on the arm of the Shattered Hand Chief has been melted into a distorted shape, and his fire of life is even weaker. Ultimately, like a candle in the wind, the others were not much better. Kilrogg was lying on the dry ground. The chief tried to regain his grip on his hunting stick, but he was seriously injured and even raised it. Finger strength is gone.

In front of Garrosh and Dranosh, Chief Fenris stood there with his arms outstretched. During the outbreak of fel energy just now, the old chief used his body to protect Garrosh and Dranosh behind him. Dranosh and Vol'jin, the three young men were only partially burned, but the price was... Fenris became the first casualty in this war.

boom

Mannoroth moved the wings on his back, and the toxin from the Shattered Hand was still destroying his body, but the abyss lord's vitality was strong, and those toxins were just insignificant things. He raised his heavy front hooves and stepped on the struggling Thrall , it moved its heavy hooves, looked at the painful mouse under its feet, and asked:

Now...orcs, do you choose to kneel down again? Or choose...a painful death?

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it's a pity...

The great lord seemed to have lost interest in watching the fierce battle in front of him. On the top floor of the fortress in the realm of the dead, he stood up from his recliner. In the slightly blowing wind of the spirit world, Tyrion narrowed his eyes :

I thought these orcs could perform a miracle in front of me...but they didn't, what a shame.

It's not their fault.

The tall figure who had been standing beside the High Lord and watched the Mount Hyjal battle with the High Lord said in a hoarse voice:

They're good enough, no one can ask them to do better...and neither can you!

These young people, they are brave, fearless, dare to challenge their opponents, and dare to face death... What they need is just the tempering of time, to buy enough time for them to grow up, this is what we old people who should have died long ago The guy's responsibility and mission.

The figure raised a cold and ferocious battle ax from his feet, he held it on his shoulder, and then said to the high lord:

I'm going to fulfill my mission... Regarding your invitation, I agree! After I return from there, I will fight for you.

Ah, very good.

The great lord turned around and threw him a black crystal casually. Like a polite gentleman, the great lord put his hands behind his back and said softly:

Crush it, Grom, it's a little gift...

Then, in the name of death...to fight, to slaughter, to conquer!