My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"What attack? Magic? How can there be such a long projection distance?"

Tyrone? Gorefiend shouted.

Of course, the other death knights couldn't answer Tyrone Gorefiend's question. They raised the scepter in their hands one after another, trying to block these strange, black "ball" attacks.

However, these death knights did not achieve their wishes. The black balls exploded in the air before they even touched their camp or weapons.

Yes, that’s right, the explosion—just the first wave of explosion overwhelmed several death knights who were at the brunt of the explosion, and the heads of a group of death knights who were close by were directly blown up by this unknown attack. Crumbs.

Rows of death knights fell in the explosion and flames. While furious, Tyrone Gorefiend began to use magic techniques to attack other flying balls in an attempt to counteract this "magic" power.

However, Tyrone Gorefiend's shadow wave just passed through the spheres in vain, and did not even change the trajectory of the spheres.

A ball fell near Tyrone Gorefiend. He only saw a fire, and then he felt his body fly lightly. After not knowing how far he flew, he fell heavily. ground.

After Tyrone Gorefiend used the distorted bones to support his body again, what he saw was a messy wharf—or he shouldn’t use the word, because he knew it was spilling and burning. , Is the body of his former subordinates.

More and more surviving death knights climbed up, but their number was sparsely sparsely-just this short-lasting attack has caused at least 40% of the death knights under Tyrone? Gorefiend to lose their combat effectiveness- -Normally, they wouldn't die a second time, but when the entire body exploded, leaving only the burnt fragments...Even the death knights obviously couldn't survive.

"What the hell is this?"

Tyrone? Gorefiend has forgotten his regret or anger, but stared at the human ships in panic-as long as such an attack comes in another wave or two, even the Grom'gau Fortress behind him will be razed to the ground. , But at least it has to become riddled with holes.

Fortunately, those human ships seemed to only attacked tentatively, and they sailed towards the south one after another; until they watched these ships disappear from his field of vision, Tyrone Gorefiend recovered from the loss of consciousness. Holding his scepter, he ran to the Grom'gau Fortress behind him in embarrassment-he must report everything that happened to the evil orc warlock Gul'dan-those human beings, they have such a powerful weapon, Even the staunchest supporter of the war, Tyrone? Gorefiend, had doubts and wavers towards the new tribe of orcs.

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"Those humans did not know how to throw spells on the shore... or after a few hundred steps... and it only took a few minutes to break your army by half. ?"

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan sat in his chair and asked the death knight Tyrone? Gorefiend in astonishment.

"Yes, if it weren't for my position at the back, I should have been blown up too-I'm not sure if it was magic or something, it looks like... the explosives used by goblins, but I don't know them. How did you get explosives or magic on the shore."

Death Knight Tyrone? Gorefiend said dejectedly.

"I thought the dead would not die..."

Reid Blackham has always been uncomfortable with Tyrone Gorefiend and other death knights. He couldn't help but stand behind Zu Hurd and sneered.(To be continued.)

896 Gul'dan's Decision

"Shut up, Reid!"

The chief of the Dragonmaw clan, Zuherd, yelled at his young nephew, but it was too late.

"What are you talking about? The little boy of the Blackfang clan? If you have a kind, please repeat what you just said, and I will send you to see your premature father!"

Death Knight Tyrone? Gorefiend said in a terrifying tone.

"Come on! I'm afraid of you? Believe it or not, I will break the dead bones all over your body!"

Although Red Blackham, the chief of the Blackfang clan, is a bitch, he knew that the death knight Tyrone Gorefiend didn't dare to do it on himself in front of Uncle Zuherd, so he was not polite at all.

"Enough! If you want to fight, I can let you out here, let you fight for three days and three nights, and then fight fiercely until someone breaks his neck and falls to the ground to die...but Before that, we must find a solution to the current problem... Does anyone have an objection?"

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan interrupted the quarrel between the death knight Tyrone Gorefiend and the chief of the Blackfang clan Red Blackham with a cold voice.

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan still has some reputation among the orcs. What's more, what he said is true. So, under the block of Zuherd, the death knight Tyrone? Gorefiend and the chief of the Blackfang clan Red? Blackham no longer stared at each other and panted, but sat cross-legged around the evil orc warlock Gul'dan.

"What should we do? Those human beings just lost some weird... spells or something, which has caused us a heavy loss... With our current strength, there is no way to confront them head-on."

Chief Zuherd of the Dragonmaw clan said distressedly.

"That's not necessarily true. Grom Hellscream has the most powerful warsong clan and centaur fighters. If they can come back to defend this fortress, humans should not be able to easily break it."

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan shook his head and said.

"But you know, Gul'dan, there are countless humans on the other side of the endless sea. They can build countless large ships, and then continue to attack us... But what about us? There are just so many orcs, centaur After all, the warriors are not our people...If we continue to fight hard with them, maybe in the end we will all become Tyrone? Gorefiend's men."

Chief Zuherd of the Dragonmaw clan retorted.

"Then what do you say?"

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan said impatiently-he is good at all kinds of dark spells and intrigues, commanding a tribe to fight against the enemy... this is not his strong point.

"It's up to you, Gul'dan... Can you open a new dark door? If you can't replenish the army from the world of Draenor... I think we'd better go out and find the humans to commit suicide."

The Chief of the Dragonmaw Clan Zuherd said in a desperate manner.

"If you want to commit suicide, no one will stop you, Zuherd... but the dark door... there is no way to open it in a short time-the death knights of Tyrone? Gorefiend could be used, but now... They have suffered heavy losses, and they certainly can't provide enough mana."

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan spread his hands and said.

"Can't it be forced open?"

Chief Zuherd of the Dragonmaw clan asked.

"It's okay, but without enough power, I can't make sure the other end of the portal is in the world of Draenor—you know what I mean? Rather than try rashly, it's better to accumulate power first."

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan shook his head-death knights are not infinitely transformable, after all, they rely on the souls of the former members of the Shadow Council stored in the evil orc warlock Gul'dan soul stone-and now, The souls of those orc warlocks have basically been exhausted, and even if the piles of corpses are given to the evil orc warlock Gul'dan, he can't afford even a death knight.

"You must have another way, Gul'dan, I know... Although you haven't mentioned it, I think there should be something behind you... draw strength from them, Gul'dan, otherwise you There is no chance."

Chief Zuherd of the Dragonmaw clan stared at the evil orc warlock Gul'dan and said loudly.

"You...what are you talking about? Zuherd, I don't understand what you mean..."

Gul'dan, the evil orc warlock, had a cunning light in his eyes, and he denied it.

"At the beginning you could have left, but you have returned here and returned to the Grom'gau Fortress... No matter who is behind you, Gul'dan, the power of the orcs is indispensable to you... if If you sit and watch the orcs perish, then your death date is not far away."

Chief Zuherd of the Dragonmaw clan stood up and planned to leave.

"Okay. Okay, Zuherd, you're right... However, the whole thing has not been resolved so quickly. I still need some necessary means... Before that, let's leave here."

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan called to the chief of the Dragonmaw clan Zuherd and said loudly.

"Leave? Where to go?"

Death knight Tyrone? Gorefiend had been silent before, and he didn't ask until now.

"Go to Grom? Hellscream and those centaurs. We must let them know that humans have found us. At the same time, if we continue to stay here, I don’t know when this fortress will be affected by those humans. Weird spells were smashed into ruins... Only when we merge with the Warsong clan of Grom Hellscream, we can repel their attack; only then can I continue my next plan."

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan explained a lot.

"Very well, Grom? When Hellscream is away, Gul'dan, you have the final say... But this time, I hope you don't leave the whole tribe and run away alone."

Death knight Tyrone? Gorefiend snorted coldly, stood up and said.