Traveling through World of Warcraft

The orc soldiers violently attacked Deathstroke, but their progress was hindered by a steady stream of support from the Undercity rebels. Thrall Warchief stood on the battlefield, anxiously observing the situation. He realizes that in order to win, the connection between the Undercity and Deathstroke must be severed.

So, he shouted loudly: "Where are the Death Knight troops? Let the Death Knight troops quickly cut off the connection between Undercity and Deathstroke Town!" His order quickly spread throughout the battlefield.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a dull sound of horse hooves coming from the direction of the Undead Barrier. The army of death knights was like a black cloud, rushing towards the Undercity in the wild fields of the south mountain. Their figures loomed in the dusk, their armor shimmering with cold light, and they held deadly weapons.

The death knights exuded an icy aura. They rode tall war horses and shuttled across the battlefield like ghosts. Their armor shone with a cold light, as if announcing the coming of death.

The long swords in their hands were dancing with fierce sword energy, knocking down all enemies in front of them. Every time the sword is swung, it is accompanied by the enemy's screams and blood spurting, which makes people shudder.

The Death Knights' ruthlessness allows them to show no mercy in battle. Their attacks were like a gust of wind and rain, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe. Their horses galloped on the battlefield, and the sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky, as if the footsteps of death were approaching.

Under the fierce attack of the death knights, the rebel army's defense quickly collapsed. They were shrouded in fear by the death knights and unable to organize effective resistance. The death knights penetrated the rebel forces at an astonishing speed, dividing and surrounding them, and defeated them one by one.

The rebels were horrified to find that they were not facing ordinary enemies, but a group of messengers from hell. The coldness and ruthlessness of the death knights made them feel desperate, and they began to flee in all directions, trying to escape from this terrible battlefield.

The death knights did not give them a chance. They pursued them and pushed the rebels into a desperate situation. Under the pursuit of the death knights, the rebels fell into a pool of blood one after another, and the battlefield was filled with a strong smell of death.

As the Death Knight forces advanced, the connection between the Undercity and Deathstroke was completely severed. The orc soldiers took the opportunity to launch a more violent attack, while the rebels were left isolated and helpless.

The orc soldiers surged towards Deathstroke like a raging tide, their steps firm and powerful, the ground trembling beneath their feet. They were holding a variety of weapons, flashing with cold light and exuding a bloody aura.

The sound of battle horns resounded through the sky, stimulating the wildness and desire to fight in the orc soldiers' hearts. They advanced in neat formation, forming an indestructible front. Their bodies exude a wild aura, and their eyes are full of desire for battle.

The walls of Deathstroke were tall and strong, but the orc soldiers showed no fear. They used huge ladders and siege engines to attack the city walls. Stone bullets and arrows flew towards the city wall like rain. The guards on the city wall tried their best to defend, but the attacks from the orc soldiers continued like a tide.

On the front line of the battle, the orc soldiers fought brutally with the defenders of Deathstroke Town. They slashed at the enemy with battle axes and swords, making dull crashing sounds and shrill screams. Blood stained the battlefield red, and corpses piled up like mountains.

With fearless courage and tenacious fighting spirit, the orc soldiers advanced step by step towards the center of Deathstroke Town. They broke through the defenders' lines and broke into the streets of the town.

The flames of battle spread in Deathstroke Town, and the roars of the orc soldiers intertwined with the sounds of fighting, forming a chaotic and terrifying scene. Their goal was to conquer the town and make it their own. This battle will determine their glory and destiny.

As the orc soldiers advanced into the center of Deathstroke, the dreadlord Varimathras stood in the middle of the town. He was tall and majestic, wearing black armor and exuding an evil aura. There was a kind of indifference and contempt in his eyes, as if he didn't care about the orc soldiers running in front of him.

The Dread Lord looked at the running orc soldiers and began to cast his terrible spell. His hands were dancing and he was mumbling words, and a dark magic power emanated from him. The air around him seemed to become heavier, and time seemed to freeze.

However, the strange thing is that this is all just a fantasy of his. In reality, no one can interrupt his spellcasting. He stood alone in the middle of the town, invisible to the surrounding orc soldiers and other creatures.

In his fantasy world, the spells cast by the Dreadlord Varimathras are powerful and terrifying. He could see the orc soldiers terrified under his spell, their minds shrouded in fear and unable to extricate themselves. He could hear their wails and pleas for mercy, but he continued to cast his spell without mercy.

This scene is full of mystery and horror. The dreadlord Varimathras is alone in his fantasies, his spellcasting uninterrupted, his power unmatched. This is a world that belongs to him, a world full of fear and darkness.

When Varimathras finished casting his spell, countless skeletons suddenly appeared on the ground of the city. They crawled out of the ground, their jagged bodies exuding a cold aura. These skeletons were like awakened evil spirits and began to attack the orcs crazily.

Skeletons are everywhere, coming from all directions. Their large number caught the orc soldiers by surprise. The orc warriors brandished their weapons, trying to fend off the skeletons' attacks, but there were so many skeletons that they seemed endless.

Chen Yu stood on the battlefield, his eyes full of worry. He saw the crisis in front of him and immediately asked Sylvanas: "What should we do? These skeletons seem to be supported by the evil magic circle around the town. What do we need to do to eliminate them?"

Sylvanas calmly observed the situation on the battlefield, and she agreed with Chen Yu's view. Her eyes were firm and she said: "Yes, these skeletons are controlled by the evil magic circle. We need to find and destroy this magic circle to eliminate these skeletons."

There was a hint of determination in Sylvanas's voice. She knew the difficulty of this task, but she also understood that only in this way could the city and the orc soldiers be saved.

So, Chen Yu and Sylvanas began to make plans. They led a team of elite warriors towards the evil magic circle around the town. They have to race against time to find and destroy this magic circle as soon as possible, otherwise, the city will be flooded by skeletons.