My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Doomhammer, above, above!" Kilrogg loudly reminded Orgrim-the warchief of the tribe has been in a daze for some time. At this critical time, someone must stand up and remind him. He still has an entire army to command.

Above?Orgrim raised his head abruptly, looked at the clear night sky, and then suddenly realized-in the night sky, countless creatures with the same size as a lion, but a violent bird face replacing the head of a happy cat are hovering high and low. .

Griffin!Above the battlefield, countless griffins have quietly obscured the clear moonlight; the griffins screamed like eagles, with deadly claws on their limbs, and a long tail dragging behind their bodies; huge; The wings spread out evenly to both sides, on top of those wings...

"Dwarf?" Orgrim couldn't help exclaiming-what happened to the dwarf riding on the Griffin?When did Ironforge have such a large-scale air power?

Even far away, Orgrim could see the mocking smile on the dwarf's face; he saw the dwarf wave his hand, and then behind the griffin rose a huge A blue beam of light, a light blue bolt of lightning projected from that beam, and slammed into a group of orcs, and the overflowing electric current was like a blue flower on the battlefield.

This dwarf... it is a shaman!——Orgrim guessed the identity of his opponent——but he didn’t understand——when he was besieging Ironforge, he had never seen any dwarf using a shaman’s spell. Now, who can Tell yourself, what is going on?

The lightning bolts falling from the sky caused the orcs to scramble their heads, and the coalition of humans and high elves were greatly encouraged by this, and they took advantage of the situation to counterattack and re-stabilized the defense line that had been hard supported.

"What should we do with Doomhammer? Our bows and arrows can't hurt those griffins, and the dwarves above!" Kilrogg shouted anxiously.

Orgrim narrowed his eyes slightly—this group of dwarves who didn’t know where they came from disrupted all his plans—such a huge air force, without the help of the red dragon, how many orcs are just Moving target; In view of this situation, Orgrim had to send out the strange soldier he had been hiding...

"Tyron? Gorefiend, kill those griffins!" Orgrim shouted suddenly.

"As you wish, Doomhammer." At the back of the orc army, where the battle has not been affected, a tall figure suddenly lifted the dark red cloak on his body, revealing the hideous and terrifying piece under the cloak. Pale face.

"Come down!" Tyrone? Gorefiend gently raised his hand, a dark wave flashed, and a gryphon body soaring freely in the night sky suddenly halted, and then wailed, even with the body on its back. Together, the dwarf quickly moved to the front of Tyrone Gorefiend-as if there was an invisible hand in the sky pulling it.

"Blood and death, this is what I want. Just using the Frost Road to pave the way for the army, how can the value of the death knight be reflected?" Tyrone? Gorefiend muttered to himself while holding him in one hand The long, weirdly shaped scepter wiped the neck of the griffin and the dwarf gryphon rider on its back panicking trying to get rid of its boots entangled with leather pedals.

"Get into action, death knights, it's time for us to contribute our strength to the tribe!" Tyrone Gorefiend raised his scepter and shouted.

With this shout, behind Tyrone Gorefiend, the death knights transformed from the corpses of the dead Stormwind knights took off their hoods and stretched out towards the griffins flying in the night sky. The clutches.

"Death Grip", this is a spell unique to death knights; in Dunhold Castle, Tyrone Gorefiend used this spell to return Kel'Thuzadella, who had almost completed half of the teleportation spell, and now, the dwarf The Griffin Riders tasted the same bitter fruit as Kel'Thuzad-even more serious, because Kel'Thuzad did not bleed.(To be continued.)

Chapter 375 Even if it is crawling, you must climb back to Lordaeron for me

"Tyron? Gorefiend? Is he here too?" Kilrogg asked in surprise—he thought that Tyrone? Gorefiend and the death knights were still standing around the narrow sea to maintain the frosty road. .

Orgrim nodded, acquiescing to Kilrogg's words—Tyron? Gorefiend and those death knights are extremely powerful combat power, think about it—there is no warlock with a weak body as a trouble. When facing fighters of the same level, there is almost no weakness.

But Orgrim didn’t trust Tyrone Gorefiend too much, because he killed him with his own hands; In addition, Orgrim also needed to keep an army as a reserve team, so although he let Tyrone Gorefiend and His death knight kept up with the orc army, but never let them participate in any battle, until now he was sent on the battlefield.

Seeing Tyrone Gorefiend and the death knights, the Griffins fell to the ground one after another. Kilrogg was relieved; but he quickly realized a very important question: "Doomhammer, Tyrone? The Gorefiend and the death knights have all arrived here, so how do we...how do we get back?"

Orgrim gave Kilrogg a strange look, and then said: "Let's go back from the Thador Bridge."-Did Kilrogg's brain be stabbed like his eyes?The Frost Road is just a stopgap measure, and success tonight is mostly due to luck; when the orc army triumphs, it is natural to walk the Thador Bridge.

Kilrogg realized that he was being treated as an idiot, but he didn't mind it very much. Instead, he continued to ask carefully: "But, Doomhammer, if Zuherd and Grom have not been able to break through the Sador Bridge The human line of defense at the northern end, or before they break through that line of defense, our side was defeated...what should we do? How are we going back?"

Although the intelligence is not as good as Orgrim, Kilrogg's blood cave clan is also growing in the battle with the arakkoa, relying on his cautious, cunning three cave spirit.

"We will not be defeated." Orgrim's tone was a bit complicated. He shook his head, adding to his own tone, "We cannot be defeated."

Orgrim never thought of leaving a way for his army. He also knew that if the orcs were defeated, even if Tyrone Gorefiend and his death knights were still maintaining the path of frost, the orcs would not be possible. Go back in the same way-the human army has countless ways to destroy the fragile ice cubes. It is a good way to kill the death knights who cannot move and cannot fight back-and it is a long-range shooting.

Fortunately, Orgrim is not the one who needs to think about what he needs to do after defeat; from King Terenas watching from afar to Anduin Lothar who is fighting to the death in the orc army, And at the head of Stromgarde, King Thoras, who kept urging the soldiers in this city to open the gate that was deformed by the impact of the orcs, the leaders of these alliances have already realized-this battle , Human beings will be the loser, and they now need to consider what will happen after defeat.

King Terenas’ position is relatively behind. He clearly realizes that he has underestimated the enemy. The cavalry is fighting the orcs. This is a head-to-head battle with a fast fight. Both sides will not and cannot delay the war. In overtime-that is the return of Prince Danas.

In this case, the most elite cavalry among the two thousand humans is destined to be annihilated in the Arathi Highlands-not that they can't run, but that they don't want and disdain to escape.

On a strategic level, this battle is worthwhile; although the troops of Stormwind and Lordaeron are about to lose after a bloody battle with the orcs here, they have also caused great losses to the orcs; they are coming soon Prince Danas, commanding the most elite army in the human kingdom as a whole, King Terenas believes that he can end this war — at least this group of orcs who have set foot on the Arathi Highlands.

Anduin Lothar felt very satisfied at this time, although he knew that he and his Brotherhood of Iron Horses, Stormwind's last independent formed unit, might be buried here.

But Anduin Lothar is not afraid, nor regrets it—because he thought of the same thing as King Terenas, and he also believed that as long as the war ended, the survivors of the storm could return to their hometown. They Sooner or later, the stable life before the outbreak of the war can be restored.

Of course, Anduin Lothar also had his own worries in his heart. He grabbed the red-eyed Wrynn next to him and dragged him into the middle of the formation of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses, Windsor and Marku. Si quickly made up the vacant position-even though the two of them were also bruised and bruised.

"Ms. Lothar?" Wrynn could only see a blood-red background in his eyes, but he still recognized the person closest to him.

"Wrynn, listen to me, we are going to lose, we cannot defeat this group of orcs..." Anduin Lothar said eagerly to his disciple.

"Mr. Lothar, what are you talking about? We will definitely be able to defeat this group of orcs. As long as each of us keeps killing them, we will soon be able to kill them all to avenge my father and the civilians in Stormwind. Teacher Lothar, let me go quickly, I still want to..." To Lothar’s surprise, Wrynn started to refute his words-something that had never been done before-and began to talk to him. Struggling violently in his hands, trying to break away from his shackles and return to the front line.

"Wrynn, listen to me!" Anduin Lothar shouted suddenly.

Lothar's shout made Wrynn calm down a bit. He felt that the things in front of him were no longer so red and his blood no longer boiled.

Seeing that Wrynn finally calmed down and stared at him blankly, Anduin? Lothar couldn't help sighing—whatever he was afraid of, he just decided to let Wrynn go to the battlefield to experience it. Unexpectedly, I encountered the most tragic decisive battle; even though this kid performed very well tonight, the war cannot be controlled by one person after all...

"Wrynn, I need you to leave; from now on, all the members of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses will escort you to the outer circle of the orc army. Once we make a gap, you will run out immediately and exhaust all of your body. Run with great strength, never stop, just run back to Lordaeron for me like this, do you understand?" Anduin Lothar's tone had a strange feeling in his tone, and that feeling was called farewell.(To be continued.)

Chapter 376 Poor Road

"Leave? No, no, no... How can this work?" Wrynn said three nos. Although there was no way to get out of Anduin? Lothar's powerful palm, he still stepped back subconsciously and looked towards Lothar’s eyes seemed to know the teacher who knew him on the first day, "Teacher Lothar, you said to me, and my father said to me, soldiers can never escape, I can’t be a deserter! If...if In that case, how can I be worthy of my father and the people of Stormwind?"

"Shut up, Wrynn, you idiot!" Anduin Lothar almost roared out this sentence.

"Do you think I want you to be a deserter? Wrynn, you have to remember that you are not a soldier, you are not a fighter, you are the future king of Stormwind, the last surname of Wrynn on the entire continent People! If even you are dead... Tell me, how can I be worthy of your dead father? Who will lead the people of Stormwind to rebuild their homeland?" Anduin? Lothar stuck his two-handed sword in In the land around him, his hands tightly grasped Wrynn's shoulders, and the strength was so strong that the joints of his fingers were a little white.

"Mr. Lothar..." Wrynn's voice weakened, on the one hand because of Anduin Lothar's words, and on the other hand, because of... Anduin Lothar's tears flowing on his face— -On the bloody battlefield, this experienced Stormwind Marshal cried.

"Wrynn, you must live to see the destruction of the orcs and bring the people of Stormwind to rebuild their homes. Your father will be proud of you. Promise me, Wrynn, that he must live. "Anduin? Lothar suddenly took his disciple in his arms, and hugged his back tightly.

"Teacher Lothar... I promise you..." Wrynn's voice was choked with a bit of choking. In his heart, Anduin Lothar was as important as his father, and it could even be said, Wrynn A large part of the image of the father in his heart completely overlapped with Anduin Lothar's appearance.

"Good boy, your father will be proud of you..." Anduin Lothar let go of Wrynn.When the body was separated, the Marshal of Stormwind whispered in his disciple's ear, "Me too."

Tears overflowed from Wrynn's eye sockets irresistibly, which was the difference between the coming and Anduin Lothar.It is also because so many years have passed, he finally got the personal approval of this elder who is also the master and father.

In the center of the battlefield, Abydis and Uther are standing back to back, struggling to resist the orcs coming like a tide; although the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand are all martial arts, the orcs seem Don't know fear and tiredness.

"Huh...huh..." Abidis gasped loudly.The group of orcs in front of them seemed to have been killed, not to mention the strong and tall ogres.

"It seems that today is going to..." Uther said.

Abidis could not see Uther's face now, but he could tell from Uther's voice that he was not in a bad mood now.

"I don't know how Alsace is now, I hope he won't mess around." Uther didn't know how to think of Arthas.

"Do you remember His Royal Highness Prince Alsace?" Abidis was deeply suspicious of this. He felt that Uther had forgotten his disciple long ago.

"Why don't you remember? I'm his teacher." Uther said with a smile, "Don't tell me you don't know this, Abidis, I know you always care about this."

The relationship between men is very simple. The experience of fighting together can make two men who didn't look at each other very pleasingly before joking on the tense battlefield.

"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas... the Holy Light will bless him." Abidis remembered the scene when he saw Arthas in Alterac Valley and Nanhai Town.Pray to the holy light devoutly.

"Hehehe, little girl, I don't think you can support it for long, so you should get it fast!" The figures of Zujin and Alleria crossed once again, this time Alleria's gasping was more intense , And she staggered and couldn't stand firm immediately after she passed by with Zu Jin.

Alleria’s tight leather armor was stained with blood, most of which came from herself; her blond hair was soaked in sweat and clinging to her face messily; the cloak behind Alleria was cut from the middle For two.The lower part doesn't know where it is missing, but the leader of the high elf ranger who has always paid attention to appearance doesn't care at all.