Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the melee under the Blackrock Tower, gunpowder smoke billowed, and elite soldiers of the Alliance and the last warriors of the old tribe were fighting it out.

The orcs were indeed weak.

Without the blessing of demon blood, in the first wave of frontal confrontation, they were charged away by the Alliance heavy cavalry with full impact. In the past, such a charge was just an appetizer.

But now it has completely torn apart the tribe's thin front line.

The next step in the division of the battlefield was the appearance of steam tanks and infantry. Under the crazy gunfire of the dwarves, rows of orcs were swept to the ground. The infantry rushed forward and used swords and shields to kill the orcs' battle axes. , Warhammer.

But the orcs were not weak enough to be defeated by any infantryman.

Even without the violence blessed by the blood of demons, their physical strength is still superior to that of humans. Although their hearts are empty and helpless, following the war chief into the battlefield proves that these tribal warriors are determined to die.

They rushed up against the dwarf's guns and knocked down the human infantry who wanted to kill them.

The big ax was raised, killing like crazy.

It was like trying his best to drag another Alliance dog to be buried with him before he fell.

"boom"

The heavy warhammer hit the infantryman on the chest, knocking him away and knocking down his companions behind him. The orc screamed wildly, dragging the warhammer forward to strike.

But another infantryman covered in blood rushed forward with a twisted shield, threw the shield, and hit the orc on the shoulder, causing him to stagger.

The young infantryman held his sword with both hands. When the orc retreated, he made a standard forward thrust and inserted the blade into the chest of the orc who was several heads taller than him.

"Die, greenskin!"

The orc was stabbed to the ground by the infantry's desperate attack. He used his last strength to punch the infantryman in front of him on the helmet, knocking him back to the ground.

But the soldier with the scar on his face shook his bleeding head, gritted his teeth and rushed forward, lying on the orc's body, pulled out his sword, and slashed again at the enemy who was still struggling.

he yelled.

venting inner anger,

He had lost everything in the war, his family, his friends, the thing he could call home.

He set foot on the battlefield with Marshal Lothar today and had no intention of returning alive.

His past has been shattered, and he came here only to comfort the souls of the dead. There are many soldiers like him in this army.

He has lost everything and wants to protect those who still have everything.

Even if you have to pay for it with your own life.

"come!"

Another orc was hacked to death, making the blood stains on the unknown warrior's armor even more ferocious. He picked up his sword, stood up panting, and shouted at the chaotic surroundings.

Guided by the anger in his heart, he swung his sword and charged at the orc closest to him.

cut!

Hack them to death!

Kill them all!

Only when all the orcs are dead can the land ravaged by them return to its previous peace.

The orcs must die.

The long sword was curled in the constant slashing, and he casually grabbed the bloody war spear on the ground.

The battle spear was broken by constant collisions, so he snatched the battle ax from the orc's hand.

Even the ax was eventually knocked away during the fight.

Then use your teeth, use your fists!

"ah!"

He was like a bloody man. After digging out the orc's eyes with both hands, he stood up unsteadily. His left arm was gone and the wound was bleeding.

Every step he took was painful. Not only the orcs, but also his companions were looking at him with fear.

But he doesn't care.

He just dragged his body and threw himself at the next orc.

Kill another one!

Let me kill one last one before I go to reunite with my family.

"boom"

Feeling an attack from behind, Saurfang Overseer kicked the enemy one by one. The powerful orc Overseer saw the human warrior who looked like he had crawled out of hell, and was kicked to the ground by himself.

He could no longer fight.

But he was still struggling to get up, and he casually grabbed a broken sword from the side without distinguishing it at all. On his blood-stained face, he even grinned as if he were meeting his lover.

Paired with the blood-red eyes and lips full of blood, it makes people shudder.

He even had scraps of flesh in his teeth.

He must have just killed his enemy.

How crazy.

On a normal day, the orc warlord would definitely pay respect to such a warrior, but now he was in a war, and he still had a mission, so he raised the double-edged battle ax in his hand, and the moment the human rushed towards him.

The orc made a slight mistake, causing the warrior to take the initiative to meet the ax blade he was slashing out.

Cut in two.

The soldier's lower body fell to his knees, and his upper body flew out and hit a ravine filled with corpses. He still held the broken sword in his hand, but it was a pity.

In the end, he failed to kill the last one.

"One more to go. Wendy, my Wendy, one more to go."

He just lay in the ravine filled with death. In his last moments, his eyes that had been completely dyed red looked at the blood-filled sky above his head.

He is going to die.

No one knows his name. Those who are familiar with his name are all dead, including his comrades. His team may have been nearly wiped out.

But their sacrifices defeated the orcs in this divided area.

They won.

"woo woo woo woo"

In his last moments, the unknown warrior heard a low and shocking horn sound in the chaos. It was not the horn of the orcs, but another sound.

He suspected that he was hallucinating on the way to a peaceful death.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a staircase filled with colorful lights opening. Those tall, golden Valkyries with wings were flying down from the sky holding war spears.

Their war spears were wrapped with red flags, like flying ribbons, bringing a touch of sacred power to their arrival.

And at the end of the colorful stairs, in the glorious sky temple, a giant god sitting on the throne was looking at him with his one eye.

"I was wrong. Warriors can also be born among mortals. Look at their courage and make me feel guilty for my stubbornness and contempt. Valarjar will open the door for you."

"You are qualified, soldiers."

"Heroic spirits, it's time to go home."

He said so.

Just as the gods sent down their will, a golden Valkyrie flapped her wings and landed in front of the unknown warrior, embracing his separated soul with a gentle gesture.

With his wings flying, he took this brave, angry and violent soul and stepped onto the colorful stairs amidst the sound of trumpets that resounded across the sky and the earth.

Go to the paradise of all warriors.

In the arms of the Valkyrie, the tired soul looked back.

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, there were many golden wings flapping, and the souls of the dead who died here one after another with endless courage were all brought to the heaven in front of them just like him.

This is an affirmation for them.

It is also a tribute to warriors.

——

"what is that?"

In the midst of the fierce war, the golden door that suddenly opened in the sky shocked everyone, causing the frantic fighting on the battlefield to pause for a moment.

The sound of the trumpet that goes straight into people's hearts echoes in the sky.

There are also those Valkyries with golden wings, parading in the smoke of the battlefield, bringing brave souls recognized by Odin to the warriors' temple.

This scene, paired with the bloody battlefield, is full of the cruel beauty of a warrior's way.

The orcs thought this was a mysterious new trick played by the Alliance.

They attacked the Valkyries frantically, but their axes and sharp blades could not hurt these holy creatures between reality and reality. The Valkyries simply ignored these foreign visitors.

They are carrying out the Lord of War's oracle and bringing more heroic spirits back to the sky.

And humans are already prepared.

To be precise, the great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand were already prepared.

The Pope may have expected that something like this would happen today and had given instructions to the knights in advance.

The moment the golden Valkyries flapped their wings and landed here, and the Rainbow Bridge in the Hall of Valor opened for the brave, the loud voice of the Great Knight Uther, blessed by the magic of the mages, spread throughout the battlefield.

"Warriors! Lift your heads and look to the sky! The ancient gods have sent blessings. The warriors who died here will not die. They will be enveloped in the holy light and courage and step into the glorious heroic spirit. In the palace.

Our fight for justice and hope has been recognized by the gods!

Bathed in the glory of myth, follow me and charge!

For the alliance! "

"For the Alliance!"

The first batch of fanatical paladins rushed into the battlefield with the great knight holding the war hammer high. The holy vision above his head could not be deceived. There were really gods protecting the warriors of the alliance.

Those golden angels who are so holy that they cannot be attacked, and the light that steps into the sky with the most heroic souls in their arms, can also be seen by everyone.

Although they will only take away the bravest souls.

But that's enough!

The Alliance Legion, which had already had the upper hand, at this moment, with the blessing of this miracle, its morale doubled again. Everyone shouted and roared, and with rage, they launched another attack towards the retreating orcs.

As for the orcs.

Witnessing the miracle of the alliance's warriors being protected by the gods, their morale was almost completely wiped out at this moment.

Collapse!

Seeing the sight of those golden Valkyries flapping their wings and flying over the heads of the Alliance warriors, the orcs on the entire battlefield collapsed.

Although the Valkyries did not intervene in any of the battles, their presence here seemed to really be on the side of the Alliance.

The tribe is finished.

The death knell of the old tribe has sounded at this moment, and the door to the tomb is opened for them.

They have nowhere to go but there.

"I will not give these honorable souls to you."

The pirate who had been paying attention to this scene stood up from the observation deck. He straightened his collar and looked at the golden Valkyries flying around in the sky.

He whispered:

"I would rather give their hands to Odin. Although staying with that war maniac is not a blessing. But you can never expect to get a shred of anima from these brave souls."

Black's eyes fell on the center of the battlefield. He held the telescope and saw Orgrim Doomhammer who was fighting Lothar.

The Warchief executed the beheading tactic brilliantly.

But he didn't expect that Odin would come out to disrupt the situation. Now that the tribe had been completely defeated, even if he killed Lothar, he would not be able to win a chance for his people to break out.

However, the chief did not retreat.

He still held the war hammer and was fighting with Lothar. He didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​leaving the battlefield.

He was determined to die.

After accepting the tribe's defeat calmly, he has given it a go and won for himself the last victory in this desperate defeat! At this moment, he was not Warchief Orgrim.

He is the legendary warrior Orgrim.

Not because of extravagant hopes for the glory of setting foot in the Hall of Valor, but because of unwillingness to bow down in the face of failure again.

bring it on.

King of the Alliance!

Fight to the death!

Abandon those foreign objects that are not worth mentioning to a warrior, and use your body, strength, and weapons in your hands to win as a warrior.

or.

Go to death calmly.