Stormwind God

The **** battle before the huge iron gate has reached its most cruel situation.

The roaring, scolding, and clash of heavy weapons are the strongest notes on this battlefield.

Due to the aftermath of the fierce fighting, the bases of many torches were destroyed, and the light in the tunnel gradually became dim. The torches that fell to the ground were emitting the last trace of residual heat before they were extinguished.

How long did this **** battle last?

How many of these rampant greenskin monsters are there?

where are they from?

What kind of strength is there?

Will Duke entering the iron gates succeed?

If it succeeds, how many people here will survive?

Everything has become obscured, because the people who are standing in front of this iron gate have become a little numb. They instinctively waved the weapons in their hands, inhaled more **** air in each inhalation, and made the loudest roar they could do in each exhalation.

The chaotic wind in the tunnel blew Usel's long ear-like hair, and brown hair brushed his cheeks. Unlike other soldiers with bloodshot eyes due to fierce fighting, the most pious faith made him far better than others. Human serene look.

Uther's mouth screamed the most majestic slogan, but his raised ears made him stand as if listening to a human epic chanted by a bard.

The origins are long and magnificent.

It is like a long wind that has crossed the barriers of time and space, bringing the ideals from distant ancestors and bringing their will to this place.

Uther saw in his magpies countless vain knights appearing beside him, fighting alongside them.

Despite their vague faces, they can clearly see that they are human.

Suddenly understand who they are.

Patriarchs, Kings, and all the heroes who fought for humanity.

Behind Uther, the morning mage named Ronin, unexpectedly gave power, and with the support of an almost unlimited amount of magic crystals, his wild arcane magic poured out through the entire channel.

All orcs below the chieftain level, whoever is bombarded by his magic, the result must be spike.

Unfortunately, there are too many orcs.

For some reason, Uther thought of the vast years when humans had just gained magical power two thousand and eight hundred years ago.

One man stood in front of the knights and said:

"I swear by this sword that mankind will carry the blessings of the high elves, establish an eternal covenant, sweep away all evil creatures, and give the true intelligent race a light of civilization and hope! My people, my children, Will pass on my vows until the end of the world "

More than 2,800 years ago, the banner of the Arathor Empire rose slowly on the battlefield of Arathi Heights, reflecting the dawn of that day, when humans and high elves joined forces to fight against the green trolls.

Two thousand and eight hundred years later, if the three thousand years of history coincide, humans and elves join hands again, but this time the enemy has changed from a green-skinned troll to a green-skinned orc.

"Before 2800, we had the King Soradin. Where is our new era" Soradin the Great "today?" As Uther whispered to himself, the battle had reached the most intense point. Already.

In front of a big iron gate, the two humans still standing can count them.

Not to mention the knights of the name, all died.

But in front of him, there was still a black Orc elite.

Suddenly, a strange feeling that shocked the entire fortress swarmed over everyone.

"Roar"

There was a loud roar at the deepest point of the Grim Batol fort.

That's the roar of the dragon!

The roar from the life-giver Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza!

The roar is full of complex emotions, almost all emotions, sad, sad, upset, complaining, hate, but the most is joy!

Joy of freedom!

Caper after breaking the cage!

And ... anger at the enemy!

A kind of sky will fall down, and the feeling of bad things suddenly spreads to every orc.

"Not good! Isn't it ..." Before Orgrim finished, the huge iron gate opened arrogantly, flashing out from the dark and deep inner hole suddenly like a magical light of daylight.

"Sorry, that's what you're afraid of!" Alexstrasza has been liberated by me! Orcs, your doomsday is here! "Accompanied by a familiar and hateful voice from the tribe. Countless magical brilliance from the inside out, over the heads of human knights and paladins, stunned from the galaxy waterfall straight down from the nine days, blasted into the army of orcs.

"Rumble!" After a continuous burst of bangs, there were no living orcs in the army array except the rank of chief.

Even a man with amazing magic resistance, such as Orgrim, will inevitably be hit by a violent magic power.

This magic power ...

"Duke !?" Every knight turned back in surprise.

Without disappointing anyone, Duke's not burly figure appeared in the center of the door, behind him, Windsor, who seemed a bit crooked.

Nodding to everyone, Duke immediately looked up and shouted, "It's time! Muradin!"

This is a magical sound that penetrates the rock wall directly and spreads away.

The orcs who had been bombarded with a horrible horror had not yet responded, and suddenly found that many holes had exploded on both sides of the huge passage. Countless dwarves, wielding huge axes and warhammers, drilled out of small holes half as high as the orcs.

Muradin * Bronzebeard should be killed first, he held up his warhammer: "Brothers with bronze beards for victory! For the future! For tomorrow! For our descendants, no longer live in the shadow of these green skins. Kill! "

"Kill!" The already tired Paladins uttered the strongest notes since the beginning of the war. The holy light that had been so dazzling was even more glorious, like a little sun, crushing towards the tribe.

"Not impossible! It shouldn't be like this!" Orgrim's fangs are still sharp, and the [Death Hammer] he wielded is still powerful, and he can fly more than ten dwarf warriors in one sweep. dead.

But all eyes are orcs struggling in despair.

Every orc is worthy of the word 'brave'.

But what about that?

Defeated!

This time it was a real defeat.

Rexxar failed to save the tribe.

He didn't do it either.

Even the Red Dragon Army, which relied most on rebuilding the situation, would immediately rebel when their queen was liberated.

It can be imagined that at this moment, there will be countless red dragons screaming, twisting their necks, and biting the dragon roaring orcs who have been riding behind them for so long to bless them ...

"No! Duke! Only you! Duke, you have to pay for it!" Orgrim gave himself all his strength, leaped high, and threw his Doomhammer at Duke! (To be continued.)