From the hall at the top of the Hellfire Fortress, you can see the dark portal standing at the end of the peninsula in the distance, that heavy dark green, like a hedron dotted on this land, occupies an unparalleled place in the short history of the orcs.

It was a turning point in the civilization of a race, and it almost became the end of the race.

The hall on the top floor of the Hellfire Fortress is already a mess, and the elemental power is very thin in the Hellfire Peninsula, but this does not affect the power of each attack of Naozu, the thunder that fell from the sky, the scorching active flames, and the great earthquake that shattered the ground, if it weren't for the fact that he was also in this fortress, I am afraid that the angry Great Shaman would evoke the most terrifying earthquake and bury Tyrion directly in the ruins of the Hellfire Fortress.

But Rao is so, as a spellcaster, melee combat with a powerful death knight is not the right choice.

What's worse is that the edge of the broken wall behind him is already clasped on the edge of the broken wall.

Nao Zu looked back, the walls of the Hellfire Fortress were nearly 40 meters high, already densely crawled with awakened corpses, under the death call of the Apocalypse, these dead bodies were infused with the most vicious thoughts, they frantically climbed the wall, and when Nao Zu had no idea, they surrounded him from both sides in the hall on the top floor.

The undead who crawled out from beneath the walls of Hellfire, the skeletons in rags, I don't know how many years have passed, and the orcs who died tragically in the clan civil war, and more importantly, the Draenei slaves who were enslaved to death while the orcs were building the Dark Gate.

"See?"

Tyrion's voice rang out through the devastated hall, and Neozu turned his head to see more and more corpses standing behind Tyrion, the Draenei with twisted bodies and dirt-covered wounds, their eyes devoid of emotion, only eternal hatred.

The corpse awakened by the energy of death has no soul, but the emotions before death will torment them, and the last resentment left will determine whether the corpse is mild or manic, but unfortunately, death is never a happy thing, so the awakened corpse is rarely a gentle individual.

They only destroy everything with an instinctive roar.

The Death Knight has never been a 1v1 class that will be fair to you, and the walking Necro Legion is not just talking.

"Boom"

Neozu didn't answer, he waved his left hand, and the lava fire that cracked from the ground instantly devoured all the bone skeletons in his hand, and the moment the black smoke of the burning bone residue rose, it was like a signal to start a war, and the undead gathered in the hall let out a violent roar.

"Whoa!"

Irrational, emotionless, meaningless, just the ultimate hatred of the living, Tyrion flicked his fingers, as if opening an invisible shackle, these corpses that stood in place shook for a moment, staggered forward, and the next moment, the soul fire in the eyes of the undead in all directions turned red like blood.

Resentment and madness from the moment of death dominated the dead body, and they rushed towards the great shaman in front of them with the most instinctive gesture, like a tidal wave rolling in all directions, slapping the great shaman's body to bury him completely.

"Get out!"

"Get out of here!"

The Great Shaman roared angrily at the fragile undead, the staff in his hand slammed into the ground, and the broken rocks under his feet rolled away again, accompanied by the roar of the elemental spirits, the ground under Naozu's feet tore apart little by little, like fierce teeth that opened on the earth, devouring all the wandering undead.

"Whew"

The howling wind also flipped at this moment, converging into a black storm that wrapped around Naozu's body, and all the dead spirits that came close were as if they had been thrown into the tumbling blades, and those fragile skeletons were cut through their bodies in an instant, and even directly chopped into pieces.

The combat power of a single necromancer is too low to even get close to the Great Shaman, and even with a wave of his hand, he can clear an entire area, but a steady stream of Necromantic climbing from the city wall to the top of the fortress is increasing, and under Tyrion's indifferent gaze, the speed of the Great Shaman's killing begins to lag behind the increasing speed of the Necromancers.

After 20 years of war in the world of Draenor, it is impossible to calculate how many bones are buried under this fortress, and if Naozu plans to stage an undead show here, he will definitely be exhausted to death.

"Elemental, help me!"

Neozu soon discovers Tyrion's sinister intentions and fights a war of attrition, he is no match for the Death Knight in front of him, and must break away the growing number of undead and crush Tyrion before they turn into worse trouble.

"Boom"

The thunder and lightning falling from the sky tore through the darkness, and the sky of the Hellfire Peninsula was lit up at this moment, like thousands of thunder spears piercing from the sky, gathering on the top floor of the entire Hellfire Fortress, instantly defeating the dense undead at this moment.

Broken bones everywhere, as well as the ashes of corpses burned by lightning, the surrounding air was filled with an unconcealable stench of burning, Nao Zu's whole body was wrapped in fine arcs of electricity, it looked like a thunderbolt was born, he panted and grabbed his staff, and the leaping thunder and lightning converged again in the palm of his hand.

The crackling sound was in the air, and in front of the great shaman's eyes, Tyrion's eyes didn't change much, he seemed to stand still and be beaten passively, drawing the power of the blasphemous seal, and holding up a dark green necromantic shield outside his body, and around the shield there were also small arcs of electricity.

Obviously, the blow from Thunderstorm just now hit him as well, but it failed to penetrate his armor.

"It's time to finish!"

The invisible elemental power lingered around the great shaman's body, distorting the air, the arc of electricity in his palm became more and more brilliant, and the scorching smell in the air became more and more intense.

"That's right! It's time to finish! ”

Seeing that the greatest thunderstorm was about to burst out, Tyrion nodded, stretched out the fingers of his left hand, and at the moment when the lightning filled the vision, he snapped his fingers lightly, and the corpses scattered around the great shaman all turned into flesh bombs, and the bones that covered the entire layer of ground all exploded, like a decisive blow from both sides at the same time.

Tyrion's body was covered in dazzling thunder, and Neozu's body was enveloped in a storm of flesh.

The Great Shaman immediately realized that something was wrong, and he summoned a strong wind to blow away the strange blood mist around him, but just as the wind rose, the dazzling thunder and lightning in front of him were torn apart by his fingers with broken gloves, and the Death Knight staggered forward, the magic sword in his hand pointed at Neozu.

"Blood, boiling!"

"Wow"

In the blood vessels infected by the blood epidemic, the great shaman didn't even have time to throw himself a healing technique, and a third of the blood in his body boiled as if it had been boiled, and the pain made his thin cheeks red, and his internal organs seemed to be thrown into a pot to cook, making him subconsciously curl up his body.

And that's just the beginning...

Tyrion's figure approached with a humming blade, and the great shaman sensed the impending disaster, and he tried to retreat, but at his feet, the skeleton with only half of its body stretched out its claws and clasped Neozu's ankle deadly, and the orc lowered his head to see a dark red glow in the eerie white bone sockets.

Its jaw clicked and swayed, like a horrified laugh after death.

The cold blade sliced through the earth shield that protected the body, and the moment the sharp blade touched the body, the old shaman could even hear the sword's vicious whispers and its endless hunger, which made Nao Zu tremble, and in the next second, a sharp pain came.

"Poof"

The blade effortlessly sliced through the flesh, slicing bones and muscles, and with a muffled grunt of Neozu, something black rushed into the sky, smashing with blood on the ground behind Tyrion, the severed left arm, blood-stained fingers spasming.

"Smack"

The Death Knight's palm pressed against the wound on Neozu's severed arm, his eyes turned bright red, and the blood flowing from the great shaman's body was forcibly extracted like a blood snake, wrapping around the Death Knight's right arm, even in the severe pain of this fainting, Neozu still wanted to fight back.

The restless elements were entangled, but the next moment, his body was thrown to the ground, and where he could see was the cold magic blade against his forehead, and the death knight holding the magic blade, his eyes were colder than the temperature of the blade itself.

Tyrion stretched out his hand and extinguished the last beating arc on his clothes, and he looked at the unwilling Neozu, and he whispered:

"You're too old, your time is over, you've lost!"

The battle between Tyrion and King Neozu against the king encompassed almost the entire Hellfire Fortress, and while the Great Shaman called for the power of the elements, the walls and pillars of the giant fortress swayed wildly, especially when he tore open the top of the fortress and threw a large number of undead into the fortress, which caused the orcs stationed in the fortress to suffer a dilemma of being flanked in front and back.

Irel and Celent led two legions of death, one left and one right, from two entrances to attack the Hellfire fortress, ordinary orc soldiers are not the enemy of these elite knights at all, and seeing that the enemies against them not only did not decrease, but increased under their own killing, the comrades who fell before also quickly got up and slashed against themselves.

The pressure was terrifying, especially when even the escape route was blocked, and the isolated fortress orcs only held out for less than 20 minutes before they collapsed.

And they are not the opponents of the army of the undead when they gather together, and the end of scattering and escaping can only be found and killed by the undead who fill the entire fortress, and the most unlucky ones will be torn to pieces by the raging corpses.

The fall of the Hellfire Fortress was a fatal blow to the orcs coiled on the Hellfire Peninsula, and in the orc fortress of Sescori, not far from the Hellfire Fortress, the orc overseers who received the news of the rout immediately gave the order to all retreat.

Even the impregnable fortress has been breached, and this improvised fortress is no match for those undead!

But their escape ended in the first moment, and the moment the Orc Overseers and the wolf cavalry rushed out of the fortress, he was desperate to see the Necromantic Dragon Death Knell flapping its wings of ashes suspended in the night, and under the massive figure of the Necrosaurus, Glokush stood in front of the Sesgau Fortress, his back to the orcs trying to escape.

Even if there is only one person, it is like a wall, blocking the orcs from escaping.

"Lay down your arms! You can keep your lives! ”

Grokush turned and looked at the nervous orcs, whose courage had undoubtedly slipped from their bodies, deprived of the support of traditional glory, and within their seemingly powerful bodies, only cowardly souls armed with tyranny were hidden.

You can only fight a good fight, and once the war doesn't go well, your mind will be shaken... Orgrim's defeat at Azeroth has proven this, and for traditional orcs, it is an honor to fight to the death, even in the face of a desperate situation, most orcs will choose to die in battle rather than turn and flee for their lives.

"If you resist! No mercy! ”

The hollow voice of the Death Knight reached the ears of every orc, it may have been a strong threat, but if there was only one enemy in front of it, it seemed to be meaningless.

After a moment of silence, the wolf cavalry decisively drew their orc-style decapitators, and with the howl of the war wolves, these wolf cavalry, led by the Overseers, launched a fierce charge towards Glokush.

"Stupid choice!"

The Death Knight drew his battle axe and took a step forward, the huge death energy in his body escaped in the ground under his feet, and soon, in the cracks of the earth, one skeleton after another crawled out of the ground, they faltered, the weapons in their hands covered with rust, and even the instinctive thinking was worn out in the long time.

But it doesn't matter!

The sudden appearance of the skeleton blocked the charge of the wolf cavalry, and as Glokush rushed into the orcs with his battle axe, the necromantic dragon overhead also spewed a deadly smoke breath at the orcs below.

At the top of the Hellfire Fortress, Tyrion clutched the unconscious Neozu's remaining right hand, and Irel stood behind him, his eyes swelling with emotion as he looked at the dark red earth littered with necromancers.

The Knights of the Darkblade have finally taken their toughest first step...

The fate of this world is finally in his hands.

It may have been a modest starting point, but soon, the death frenzy he started would sweep the world!