Azeroth Trail of Light

Howling Bay, the Vrykul city of Gjalerbron, a fortified battle is underway.

The two sides at war are the orc expeditionary force and the Vrykul stationed in Gjalerbron. The commander of the expeditionary force, Saurfang Overlord, has decided to invade Dragonbone Wilderness. The last obstacle, as long as this place is conquered, the sea route leading to Dragon Bone Wilderness will be officially opened.

The Vrykul clan living in the Howling Bay is called the Dragon Slayer clan. Before the land was divided, they had lost their traditions and no longer believed in Odin. Instead, they gradually evolved into a secular civilization. With a king, With lords, in fact, if Northrend really has masters, the Vrykul should be one of them. These guys have lived here for tens of thousands of years, and they have already spread all over Northrend.

The king of the Dragon Clan is called Ymiron, who is said to be the most powerful warrior in history. He died a long time ago, but recently, he seems to have come back to life, occupying the deserted Utgarde Castle, and once again in the howling wind. The Gulf began its own evil reign.

But this guy was very unlucky. After the Northern Expedition started, the Silver Hand paladins led by Old Fording and the Kul Tiras Navy first broke through the defense of Utgarde Castle's Dagger Sheath Bay, and burned the flames of war all the way. Near Utgarde Castle, for this reason, Ymiron had to call his people from the entire Howling Bay, and then suppressed Old Fordring's army in Vadgar.

But after finally waiting for Old Fording and his army to withdraw, more orcs and tribe soldiers came again, and then the vrykul compatriots in the hellish Storm Bay. Their purpose was very clear, to kill Yi Myron, re-spread Odin's faith on this land.

Their leader is the heroic warrior Gavincent, currently stationed in the port of Vadgar, blocking the capital of the ancient Vrykul, the tall and majestic Utgarde Castle, on the land in the south of the bay, every inch of land is contested There was a brutal battle with the main force of the Luaolong clan.

But their war is more like a war of faith, there is almost no desire for land, there is still a large area of ​​vacant land in the Gulf of Storms waiting for them to develop, and Odin does not have much interest in this enclave.

So how to deal with the vrykul here after the war is a headache for Thrall. At this time, Gjalerbron, standing in front of the orc army, is Ymiron's military base in the northern part of Howling Bay. There are a large number of vrykul and some vrykul necromancers who have awakened from the dead.

It is an absolutely tough bone to crack.

"Yorin, take the cavalry to disperse them!"

The fully armed Garrosh Hellscream chopped off the head of a red proto-dragon attacking him with Gorehowl, kicked the corpse off the high platform, and then turned around to shout to his brothers, wearing a black blindfold The orc warlock Yolin Deadeye nodded, and waved a cloud of brimstone and fire, burning the undead in front of him. Then he mounted a wolf, led the orc wolf cavalry, and cut into the somewhat chaotic battlefield from the side.

This is the big platform of Gjalerbron. As long as it is conquered, it means that the orcs have a channel to attack wantonly. The battle here is also the most intense. Garrosh and his brothers, leading an army, faced the attack here.

On the other side, Dranos, the son of King Saurfang, held up a shield and put the shield in front of him to defend against the throwing axes of the Vrykul. In the other hand, he waved a one-handed battle axe. The tomahawk was covered with dirty and smelly blood. Under his leadership, the silent orc infantry followed behind, like a wall, constantly squeezing the dodging space of those chaotic vrykul.

These vrykul who rushed out from Gjalerbron had no formation at all. They were like a bunch of vulgar bandits, riding in a mess on the huge proto-dragon. Under the leadership of the leader, they rushed towards the orc army. come over.

It's like coming to die!

Whether it's Dranos or Garrosh, although they grew up in hunting, Goa Zongmu has been teaching them the superficial orc fighting experience and emphasizing the strength of the group. After Ma, Saurfang Overlord, Thrall, Rhaegar and other veterans will teach them about formation control in battle. In short, they are qualified soldiers.

Although they are inferior to these Vrykul in terms of individual strength, in the cooperation of different arms, the orcs have the upper hand in the same number, facing the fierceness of the Saurfang Overlord who has spent his entire life on the battlefield. Commander, the Vrykul on the opposite side are like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, they can't organize an effective counterattack at all.

But in the local battlefield, when facing the powerful Vrykul leader, the formation seems to be unimportant.

Ingvar the Marauder, this guy is the leader of the Vrykul guarding the great platform of Gjalerbron. He wears ice blue heavy armor, wears a war helmet full of spikes, and wields a human-sized sword in his hand. A battleaxe, each blow can shatter the armor of an orc warrior, and if you are unlucky, you will lose your life on the spot.

This kind of brutal massacre not only affected the morale of the orcs, but when Ingvar rushed to the infantry line led by Dranos, it took only 3 minutes to break through a line in the defense of the orc warriors. road.

"Inferior creatures!"

Ingvar roared and raised his battle axe. He was about to cut the orc who was knocked over by him in two, when a shadow appeared in front of his battle axe. It was Dranos, this calm young orc. The iron shield in his hand was leaning in front of him, supporting the shield with both hands, and resisting Ingvar's slash from the front.

"boom"

There was a muffled sound, and a shocking crack appeared on the surface of the shield in Dranos' hand. The young orc warrior was repelled several steps, and his brown face flushed. The great strength of the Vrykul was really no joke , Just one moment, Dranos felt that his arm was about to break.

"Aha, good opponent! See how many catches you can catch me! You shorties! You trash that can't even reach my shoulders!"

Ingvar also seemed to have discovered a new world, laughing wildly and rushing towards Dranos, but just as he was approaching Dranos, another figure jumped out from the nearby battlefield and slashed at him with an axe. On his armor, the huge force deformed Ingvar's movements, allowing Dranos to escape this powerful slash.

"Don't try to hurt my brother! You brute force fool!"

Garrosh jumped up from the ground, grasped the Gorehowl in both hands, leaned back his whole body, and chopped down Ingvar's head with thunderous force.

His eyes were blood red, and strong anger surged around his body. He had obviously entered a state of rage, and the blood howl in his hand was wrapped in blood red aura, which looked extraordinarily ferocious. Grom's good blood gave him This gave Garrosh greater strength and a more precise control over his anger.

There are many warrior families in Azeroth, the most famous being the former Trollbane family of troll killers. Legend has it that the anger of this family has a strong restraint effect on the super regeneration of trolls, so it is called the giant troll family. Demon killer.

This also proves that there is a clear difference between anger after entering the high-level and bloodline levels. Some tend to attack, while others tend to defend. Grom's bloodline is definitely the top one among warrior bloodlines. , the benefit it brings to Garrosh lies in the ultra-fast rage arousal and the secondary blessing of active rage. For a fighter, there is nothing more terrifying than the combination of these two.

"clang!"

Ingvar's battle ax and Gorehowl collided together, and the huge force from the weapon made Ingvar's tall body take a step back, but Garrosh didn't back down, he fell in the air behind him, but was caught by Dranos caught it with his shield.

The blood of the Safarur family is also the blood of top fighters. Dranos' eyes became red, and he stepped hard, crushing the thick stones, and gathered all the strength of the whole body on the shield. Pushed, Garrosh's body rushed towards Ingvar at an even faster speed.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Three crazy consecutive heavy blows made the looter's body recede to the center of the battlefield just now. Garrosh's body was accumulating power on the ground and he jumped. At this moment, a shocking depression almost appeared on the stone slab on the ground. The orc His arms swelled at least a circle at this moment, and the blood-red anger around his body exploded like a giant dragon.

Actively berserk, this terrible state has been exerted on Garrosh's body.

Ingvar just tried to raise his battle ax to block, but as the dark energy surged behind him, wrapping around his body like a black snake, the looter looked back with difficulty, and saw the bone staff, The only remaining eye was Jolin Deadeye, who sneered at him.

"Don't try to hurt my brother! Bastard!"

Jolin yelled the same words as Garrosh, clenched his left hand violently, and the dark magic energy wrapped around Ingvar's body exploded completely at this moment. The damage was not great, but it made all of Ingvar's All defenses were removed at this moment.

And what he was facing was the bloody sharp edge cut from mid-air.

"puff!"

Ingvar's ferocious look froze on his face in a blood-red line that almost ran through his body. His body shook, and he knelt down in front of Garrosh with a plop. The orc looked at the corpse, holding The blood howl suddenly cut out, and the looter's head flew into the air like a baseball being blown away.

"We're the same height now, bastard!"

Ingvar's head hit the ground where the two sides were fighting, like the last note on a war drum. The only morale of the already disadvantaged Vrykul bandits finally collapsed at this moment, and they began to retreat. And the vrykul backed away even faster before Garrosh stepped forward.

Even nearly escaped.

"Warriors of the Horde, charge with me! Beat these cowards!"

Garrosh held Gorehowl high, and Dranos was the first to follow him into the platform covered with corpses and blood. Behind them, Horde soldiers filed in. The first district of Gjalerbron had been destroyed. Conquered!

Overlord Saurfang witnessed the entire battle, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Then he took his backbone tomahawk from the warlord next to him. The old orc looked up at the tall building of Gjalerbron, like a tower sealed in time. On that tower, There was an evil gaze watching him, Saurfang Overlord had noticed this gaze long ago, but he didn't care at all,

"The children's battle is over, let me, the old man, do the rest!"