Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 74. 73. The Wrath of the Demon King

The siege of Lordaeron is still going on. Humans are gloomy, but the orcs are not all smooth sailing.

In the continuous siege, the berserk orcs, who have always been known for their individual strength, have had their casualty rate pulled to an exaggerated level in the past four days of fighting.

From the initial three-for-one, it has developed to the current one-for-one.

This terrible battle-to-loss ratio made all the chiefs who were used to wars terrified, but at this moment, they also showed a sense of generality and did not interfere with the strategy of the great chief Orgrim Doomhammer.

Especially after the heads of the three little chiefs who tried to escape were smashed in public yesterday, the scattered military spirit in the orc barracks was immediately forcibly glued together again.

Both sides have been desperate.

It was like two beasts that were driven to a desperate situation. In the bloody battle, both sides had already pierced each other's necks with their fangs. Between the clenching of their teeth, there was only the last way left to bite the bullet and fight.

The victor will be extremely weak.

But it can quickly recover by devouring the corpse of the loser, and once it fails, it will end with no bones left.

In the warchief's tent, watching the guards leave with the warchief's order to kill, the anger of the warlord Saurfang still couldn't rise.

At this time, he had no other choice but to be furious.

He couldn't accept such a result, and all orcs couldn't accept it.

"Okay, don't waste any more time on what happened. Gul'dan did stab us hard, but fortunately, I also saved my hand in advance."

The warchief shook his head, sighed, and said to Saurfang:

"Wa Locke, you take people into Alterac Valley immediately, and I will give you a map, where you can find the people who left us six years ago."

"Frostwolf?"

Saurfal's eyes lit up suddenly, he clenched his fists and said:

"Yes! Frostwolf! The Frostwolf Clan also has shaman inheritance, as well as legendary shamans like Elder Drek'Thar, and elite wolf cavalry that can't lose to the Thunder King Clan.

As long as they join the fight too, we will."

"No! The battle is over, Va Locke!"

Orgrim said in a deep voice:

"I need you to find Elder Drek'Thar and tell him exactly what I said. I don't need the Frostwolves to join the war. I respect the wishes of my dead brother Durotan.

I just need the Frostwolf Clan to buy us time to retreat. The human side must have already started to block the mountain pass. I need that mountain pass to be open for us!

I want to take the rest of the soldiers and retreat to southern Xinjiang!

The fortress of the Dragonmaw clan is blocked in the wetlands, and the human army cannot pass through. The land of the Stormwind Kingdom in the southern border of the mainland is also fertile enough for us to live and recuperate.

We just need to block the human counterattack in the wetlands and Khaz Modan, and then go back to the Dark Portal, and bring the Warsong and Shattered Clans back from the abyss of war.

As long as we are united, there is hope for us. "

"Obey, Warchief!"

Saurfang immediately accepted the order, without even resting, and immediately took the chief's letter and ran to the Alterac Valley. Orgrim Doomhammer also put away the pain and loss in his heart.

He looked at the battle-torn city of Lordaeron, which was still standing there like an old soldier covered in wounds, unwilling to fall.

There was a gleam in his eye.

He said:

"You won, humans, enjoy your victory, but the Horde hasn't lost yet and we'll be back!"

Orgrim's words were firm, as if he only spoke to himself and the ruined city in front of him.

But he didn't know that his words were known by another being.

He also didn't know that that existence had paid attention to him and all the orcs a long time ago.

Pay attention to their race, their civilization, and their world, and use methods hidden in the dark and not easy to find to explore, find, and call out the bravery and warlikeness that is hidden deep in the blood of the orcs.

So at this moment.

From Orgrim's back, the horizon stretches, continues to rise, and continues to extend, to the stars, to the darkest place in the star sea, and finally reflected on a dark red crystal in the form of magic projection.

"Da da"

A dark red finger flicked beside the crystal ball that reflected Orgrim's back. It had slender and evil nails, and red flames were twining and rolling on it.

Looking up along this finger, you can see a dark red arm with scars and bone spurs left by fel energy, and ornately decorated shoulder armor dotted with weird skulls filled with green fel energy.

There is also a huge and strong chest, the same dark red skin, and a white skull pendant hanging on the neck that burns like a furnace.

It is huge in size.

Leaning on a stone throne, it looked at the reflection of the crystal ball, a pair of red magma-like eyes flickering on and off.

Well.

The cheeks of this existence are quite special, the most obvious is the four tentacles extending from the chin, just like its beard, and at the end of the octopus-like tentacles, there are also stone rings made of obsidian.

But it has real whiskers.

Black, perfectly repaired, like a goatee.

It has no hair.

Instead, there is a scalp that is layered like horny skin, and long horns that grow curvingly from behind the sharp ears and from the black bony spurs extending from the top of the skull.

Black, goat-like horns, slightly coiled.

This is a real devil's horn.

And it can be born among the stars, and only the most powerful demon will have it, the horn like a crown.

This being is a demon.

It was not born as a demon, but it is indeed the most powerful demon lord in this group of stars, or call it the demon king, and not many people would object.

After all, the Burning Legion under its command is wreaking havoc among the stars at a rate of destroying hundreds of worlds every day.

While it wasted its time focusing on Orgrim and this little war on a world billions of light-years away, many worlds had already been wiped out by the Burning Legion.

That world is special.

There is no question about that.

Otherwise, it wouldn't let the demon king waste precious time and focus his attention on there. The powerful and invincible Burning Legion failed in their journey among the stars a handful of times.

And in Miao Miao's few failures, there is a place for the world called Azeroth.

Ten thousand years ago, hundreds of millions of demons from the Burning Legion expedition there, and even the dark gods they believed in went out in person, but they still got a tragic failure.

Demons are very vengeful.

During these ten thousand years, they have never forgotten that humiliation, and they have been trying to find a way to get revenge, even though ten thousand years ago, the demon king in front of him did not participate in that expedition.

But it also knows it.

If you want to please that dark god, then conquering Azeroth for Him is the simplest and most effective method.

Unfortunately, the orcs it handpicked took the time to "guide".

lost.

The Horde lost badly.

They can't even defeat the human civilization that has existed for less than three thousand years.

Not to mention the trouble of challenging the night elves from the Kingdom of the Moon God who defeated the Legion 10,000 years ago and lived in seclusion on another continent of Azeroth.

This seems to prove once again that the world of Azeroth is definitely not as simple as it seems.

"The tribes are all trash!"

Sitting on the throne where flames and shadows blended, the Demon King made a cold comment.

It has no interest in paying attention to a group of losers.

So under its gaze, the picture on the crystal ball changed suddenly, from Lordaeron where Orgrim was located, to the most mysterious part of the endless sea in an instant.

It saw Gul'dan.

The dark believer who was guided by it, abandoned the ancient shaman inheritance, and plunged headlong into the evil energy, the demon king once thought it was his most proud "work" in the past tens of thousands of years.

After all, Gul'dan's "achievement" in the way of warlock is too great.

With his own strength, he polluted the whole world with evil energy, cut off the hope of Dellano's world, and forced the orcs to open the door of darkness and invade another world in order to survive.

With this alone, Gul'dan has already surpassed his fellow betrayers who served the Burning Legion in countless civilizations and worlds.

And Gul'dan is still working hard.

He is like the best and most hardworking employee of the legion. In the war of Azeroth, he has been secretly serving the demon king, and has always led the violent orcs to serve as the demon's pawn.

Even without sending a single soldier from the legion, relying on Gul'dan and the berserk orcs, they almost overturned a quarter of the land of Azeroth.

It's a pity that the bastard couldn't bear the ambition in his heart in the end.

When the Horde was about to secure a victory for the Burning Legion, he backhandedly stole the victory the demon lord hoped to see, and he even foolishly tried to get his hands on the power left by the dark gods on that world.

This has made the Demon King extremely dissatisfied.

It's not that it can't bear failure. Failure can be transformed into the nourishment for the next victory under the power of conspiracy.

But betrayal!

It hates betrayal.

It looked at the crystal ball, which reflected Gul'dan's figure.

The great warlock stood on a dilapidated boat. In front of his eyes, it was already the destination of a long journey, that green, barren beach full of evil energy.

He took seven ships and 3,000 orcs out to sea, and only one ship and less than 500 orcs were left alive to follow him to the destination.

But he finally stopped Dailin Proudmoore's pursuit by relying on the hidden reefs all over this sea area and the demons he desperately summoned, and he fled into this unknown sea area.

Dai Lin also has to go back to the Eastern Continent to save Lordaeron and let Gul'dan escape.

But it's not luck.

From the crystal ball, the demon king saw Gul'dan wading across the broken beach, and he saw the great warlock kneeling on the land full of fel energy, stretching his hands towards the sky.

It saw the joy on Gul'dan's old face, and it saw the desire and ambition in the eyes of the great warlock.

A fiery smile appeared on the corner of the Demon King's mouth.

"The moment you betrayed me, I could have sent countless demons into Azeroth to strangle your miserable soul, but I didn't.

Gul'dan, my proud work of madness.

You stole the victory that belongs to the legion, and you are so confident that you want to get your hands on the power that only belongs to the gods. Your ambition and arrogance have already alarmed him who is conquering in the depths of the star sea.

He has graciously given you a chance. "

Kil'jaeden, the king of demons sitting on the Throne of Flame, the Deceiver, reached out and grabbed the fiery red crystal ball in front of him, and placed it in front of his burning eyes.

It appreciates Gul'dan's quest in the distant world.

it says:

"He will let you see for yourself the supreme power you have been seeking, and then, just as you stole our victory, He will punish you in the same way.

Poor mortal!

How could the curtain of your destiny be watched by a god

Be proud of it.

Finish your road to becoming a god, and at the end, the harvest is already waiting for you. Despair!

Hehehe, I can never get enough of such interesting dramas.

come on.

Gul'dan.

Be brave, stride into the palace of your destiny, and please me with your screams and tragedies.

You bastard! "

(end of this chapter)