Traveling through World of Warcraft

Night shrouded the camp of the undead, and a raging fire suddenly broke out in the camp of the undead army, lighting up the entire night sky. The fire spread quickly, the raging flames licking the air, making everything around them look like daylight.

The undead in the other two camps immediately noticed the emergency situation in the Chinese camp. They felt the heat of the flames and the acrid smell of the smoke, and the sound of sirens echoed through the camp, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The undead moved quickly and orderly. They put down their work, picked up their weapons, and moved towards the Chinese camp as quickly as possible. Their footsteps and shouts intertwined in the dark night, creating a tense and majestic atmosphere.

In the fire at the Chinese army camp, the undead who arrived saw their companions struggling and fighting in the flames.

The fire in the Chinese military camp was burning brightly, lighting up the entire night sky. The undead who arrived saw their companions struggling and fighting in the flames, and the scene was very chaotic.

The undead were wearing black armor, holding various weapons, and were intertwined with each other. Their figures looked blurry under the firelight, making it difficult to distinguish which ones were the undead sneak attacks and which ones were the defensive undead.

On the battlefield, the sound of metal collision is endless. The undead fought fiercely with superhuman speed and strength, and their attacks were like gusts of wind and rain, dazzling.

In the melee, some undead cast dark magic, black energy gathered in their hands, and then released fatal attacks on the enemy. Fire, lightning, and shadows fly across the battlefield, posing a huge threat to the enemy.

Other undead are good at close combat. They wield huge battle axes or sharp swords to engage in close combat with their enemies. Their skills are strong and every attack carries a fatal threat that no one dares to despise.

In this chaotic scene, the figures of the undead are intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Their attack targets are constantly changing, and sometimes they even accidentally injure their own companions. The battlefield is filled with the smell of blood and death. Undead fall down every moment, their souls being swallowed up by the flames and fighting.

As the battle progressed, the scope of the melee gradually expanded. The number of undead continues to increase, and the situation on the battlefield becomes more chaotic and fierce. This is a battle with no retreat, and only the winner can survive.

The fire in the Chinese military camp was burning brightly, lighting up the entire night sky. Thrall stood in front of the Orgrimmar soldiers, his eyes firm and determined. He raised the battle ax in his hand high and issued the final order to the soldiers.

"Warriors, tonight is the best time to eliminate the undead. We want these undead to know our power! Let them know who is the real master of Orgrimmar, for the sake of the tribe!" "Lok'tar Ogar!"! "Thall's voice echoed in the night sky, inspiring the hearts of every soldier.

Orgrimmar's soldiers sneaked in silently from the left, their steps light and firm. They were wearing heavy armor and holding sharp weapons, and each of them exuded a fearless aura. Under the leadership of Thrall, they quickly approached the undead position.

At the same time, Vol'jin led the warriors of the Darkspear clan to launch a sneak attack from the right. With their agility and skillful fighting skills, they quietly passed through the undead's defense line.

When the soldiers of Orgrimmar and the warriors of the Darkspear clan attacked simultaneously, the undead camp fell into chaos. The undead were caught off guard. They did not expect to be attacked from both sides at the same time.

Orgrimmar's soldiers stormed the undead defenses with great strength and fierce attacks. Their battle axes and swords waved in the air, making a chilling whistling sound. The undead appeared fragile and powerless in front of them.

The warriors of the Darkspear clan posed a huge threat to the undead with their agility and precise attacks. Their arrows and javelins rained down on the undead, leaving them unable to fight back.

In this chaotic scene, the undead tried to organize a resistance, but they had been disrupted by Orgrimmar soldiers and warriors of the Darkspear clan. The two sides started a fierce fight, and everyone was fighting for survival.

The sounds of battle echoed in the night sky and blood stained the ground. The soldiers of Orgrimmar and the warriors of the Darkspear clan launched a desperate struggle with the undead with incomparable courage and tenacity.

In the end, Orgrimmar soldiers and Darkspear clan warriors successfully broke through the undead's position, causing them huge losses. Their courage and tactics made them victorious in this battle.

After the battle, Thrall and Vol'jin gathered their soldiers. Their faces showed exhaustion, but more importantly, the joy of victory.

"We did it! We defeated these undead! For the Horde"! "Lok'tar Ogar!" Thrall's voice was full of pride.

Wo'jin nodded in agreement, "This is the result of our joint efforts. Our unity and courage allowed us to win."

"For the tribe"! "Lok'tar Ogar!" the soldiers cheered, their voices echoing in the night air. This was a hard-won victory. They fought for their homeland and glory, and finally defeated a powerful enemy.

Thrall and Vol'jin looked at each other, their eyes full of respect and gratitude for each other.

"We will continue to move forward, for our homeland and for our future!" Sal said.

Wo'jin nodded in response, "We will fight side by side until the day of victory!"

Amid the cheers of the soldiers, Thrall and Vol'jin led their team forward. They know that the war is not over yet, but they have proven their strength and courage. They will continue to fight for freedom and glory until the final victory comes.

Eventually, the melee died down, leaving a mess on the battlefield. The corpses of the undead lay scattered on the ground, and their souls also dissipated in the battle. The survivors survived this chaos, and continued to fight for survival with scars all over their bodies.

The scene of the undead camp being destroyed by fire is a miserable sight. The raging fire lit up the entire night sky, and billowing smoke rose into the air. The fire was extremely fierce and quickly spread to every corner of the undead camp.

The undead were panicking and running around, trying to find an escape route. However, the speed of the fire was too fast, and many undead souls were swallowed up by the flames. Their screams and shouts resounded throughout the battlefield. The buildings and facilities of the undead collapsed in the fire and were reduced to rubble.

The fire destroyed the weapons, armor, and banners of the undead, and these items that once symbolized their power and majesty were now reduced to wreckage. The flames licked everything, burning the bones and corpses of the undead into ashes, leaving only the curls of green smoke and the pungent burnt smell to prove their former existence.

After daybreak, other reinforcements arrived, and what they saw was a shocking scene. The undead camp has been completely destroyed, leaving only ruins and wreckage. The land after the fire was scorched black and exuded an unpleasant smell.

The soldiers in the reinforcements looked at each other in shock and awe at the horror before them. They could imagine how fierce the battle was last night, and the fire completely burned the land into ruins.

Among the ruins, you can still vaguely see the remains of some undead. Their distorted shapes seem to be telling the horror of last night.