In Grimbaatar's hall, a huge brazier is erected high, and the burning charcoal warms the underground hall as well.

Ogrim. Doomhammer sat in his chair, holding an up-to-date battle report in his hand, the brown-skinned Great Chieftain's face was ugly, and it was clear that the report was not good news.

"The Human Alliance has laid down a heavy army in the Hillsbrad Hills, and it looks like they intend to fight us to the death there!"

The Great Chief threw the battle report in his hand to the person next to him, it was an orc warrior in gray-white armor, carrying a spine battle axe, he stood beside the Great Chief as a guard, obviously, this was the Great Chief's henchman.

"Wallock, in your experience, what are we to do now?"

The Great Chief, propped his chin on his strong arm, asked in a low voice:

"Do you want to attack across the wetlands, or do you want to keep waiting for your time?"

Wallock. Sarufar carefully looked at the battle report in his hand, and he did not answer immediately, on the contrary, he thought for several minutes before he said to his great chief:

"Every day we wait, the more soldiers the human race gathers on the battlefield, and a rash attack will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and the blockade of the South China Sea has failed, at least on the sea, we can't defeat the human Kurtilas fleet, so I think, Great Chief, confrontation is the best choice!"

"Huh?"

Orgrim snorted and asked noncommittally, "How?" ”

"Because human reinforcements are limited!"

Sarufar said in a deep voice:

"Stormwind City has already been contributed by us, even if the other countries of the human race are united, their number is limited, and we occupy the southern continent, we have sufficient resources, as long as we put the war song on the other side of the Dark Gate that is still waiting for orders, the Bone Eater and the Broken Hand Clan into Azeroth, we have a complete advantage in military strength, and most importantly... The alliance of the human kingdom is not solid! ”

"Under pressure, sooner or later they will break apart! That's our chance! ”

"That's a good analysis! Sarufar, you didn't disappoint me! ”

Orgrim nodded in satisfaction, "You are one of the few qualified commanders in the tribe who have not been overwhelmed by the brutality of demonic blood, and you and your brother will inevitably be the future pillars of the tribe, but... Unfortunately, we have to attack! ”

"Why?"

Sarufar looked at the Grand Chieftain, Orgrim, in amazement. Doomhammer is not a reckless leader, and he shouldn't have made such a choice.

Faced with Sarufar's question, the Great Chief sighed, found a leather scroll from the dense battle reports in front of him, and handed it to Safarul, and under the light of the fire, his face showed a touch of exhaustion and helplessness.

"This is the news that came back from the Dark Gate 1 month ago... The Warsong of Warsong, Thor, Eater of Bones, and the Broken Hand Clans left behind in Draenor have gone to war. ”

Orgrim's fingers moved, and he muttered:

"As you know, these clans drink the most demonic blood, and Chief Blackhan did not let them join in the conquest of Azeroth because he feared that these raging warriors would not be able to be controlled, but alas, after a long wait, they have completely sunk in slaughter and destruction."

"I waved the butcher's knife at my own people, and now the entire Hellfire Peninsula has been reduced to a battlefield, and even I have completely lost control of them... Sarufar, we have no reinforcements! ”

Sarufar's eyes widened as he watched everything described on the skin scroll, and finally, he clenched his fists in pain.

"That's why you sent me to rescue Zulkin? No wonder you need untrustworthy forest trolls to be our allies..."

"The strength of the tribe is only temporary."

Orgrim stood up and lifted the black hammer of destruction in his hand, staring at the map of the continent sewn in animal skin in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"If we don't defeat the human forces before they reach their limits, we will be dragged down sooner or later... Sarufar, this time to Quel'Thallas to oversee the battle is just a façade, I want you to take the three clans of Twilight's Hammer, Plunder and Dragon's Throat and those trolls, and if necessary, attack the hinterland of Lordaeron from the direction of Quel'Thalas! Cooperate with the frontline battlefield and completely defeat the human alliance! ”

He looked back at Sarufar, his eyes full of seriousness:

"I leave the future of the tribe to you!"

"Yes! Great Chief! I won't let you down! ”

Sarufar clenched his fists and patted his breastplate, but before leaving, he looked left and right and asked in a low voice:

"Great Chief, Gul'dan..."

Hearing this name, a cold light flashed in Ogrim's eyes, and he nodded:

"Kill him if necessary!"

"Bang"

The door of the chief's hall was pushed open at this moment, and the captain of the elite Kukaron guard of the Great Chieftain stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Great Chief, Gul'dan said that his weapons of war have been prepared and are waiting for your inspection!"

"Good."

Orgrim snorted, and he motioned with his eyes that Sarufar could leave.

"Then let's go and see what kind of miracle this dog thing Gul'dan can give us."

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"This is the weapon of war I have for the Horde, Grand Chief!"

Gul'dan still wears his terrifying and terrifying sorcerer's robes, supporting his body with a skeletal staff, like a drooping old man, and in this body hides a fierce and robust soul.

He led Orgrim and the other clan chiefs into the Colosseum, where 20 dark warriors in black armor and dark red hoods and steel scepters stood like cold stones.

Death and shadows haunt these knights, and just looking at their appearance, they are associated with darkness and gloom.

"They're going to be the killer of the tribe!"

A smug glint flashed in Guldan's dark red eyes, and he touched his beard and said in a loud voice:

"When they enter the enemy line, the arrogant mages and priests of the human race will flee in terror, they are the absolute enemies of those spellcasters! And even in the face of the Iron Knights, who are proud of their human meaning, they are not left behind! ”

"Whether they are as strong as you say will not be mentioned for the time being, but this number is too small!"

The old sword saint of the Fireblade Clan, Saint Dahl, frowned and whispered:

"There are only 20 of them, what can they do?"

"Less?"

Gul'dan let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction, and the change in mood caused the dark aura that was entwined around him to surge for a moment, and he looked at the Great Chief:

"It's because you don't allow me to hold more Warrior Souls, as long as you give the order, Great Chief, I'll have more Death Knights for you soon... Hundreds, even, thousands! ”

"They will form a tide of darkness that will flood everything! Completely shatter the hope of mankind, and use the dead body to win the glory of victory for the tribe! ”

Gul'dan had a great talent for oratory, and although the clan chiefs hated the warlock, it had to be said that the scene he depicted was reminiscent, but Orgrim, who was sitting above the Colosseum, did not nod, he looked at the knights who were wrapped in cold and death, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He rubbed his chin, and eventually, his fingers pointed downward:

"Let's see how good your knight is... Let the skinniest knight fight! ”

The Great Chief waved his hand, and the captain of the Kukaron Guard, who was following him, stepped forward, and heard the High Chief command:

"Pick a random lad and go and fight that knight, and let's see if Gul'dan's work is really as strong as he says!"

"Yes!"

The captain of the Kukaron guard led the way away, and the expression under Gul'dan's hood was a little strange, and he coughed lightly, and said to Orgrim:

"Well, Great Chief, the thinnest knight, slightly flawed, he is my secret weapon for the raiders of Quel'Thalas, and his combat power is much worse than that of other knights... If you want to see the true strength of the Death Knights, I recommend the captain of these knights, Talon. Bloodseeker! ”

"He's the real force of these knights!"

"No!"

With a playful smile, Orgrim didn't look at the somewhat embarrassed Gul'dan, and his gaze fell on the most slender knight in the Colosseum:

"I've decided, let him come! How? Gul'dan, don't you have faith in your secret weapon? Or have you been ... Lie to me?! ”

This malicious questioning made the dark red light in Guldan's eyes jump for a moment, but then, he bowed his head humbly, the fangs at the corners of his mouth interlaced, and whispered in a peculiar haze and hoarse voice:

"Then as you wish, Grand Chief, I'll go and get them ready and let him show mercy. lest they hurt the precious warriors of the tribe. ”

"No, you don't! Let them let go and fight! ”

Orgrim snorted:

"I don't think your knights are stronger than the warriors of the tribe!"

As the chiefs took their seats, 12 large braziers were lit in turn around the Colosseum, and the entire oval field was filled with pulsing lights.

A Kukaron warrior in rudimentary armor and a blood-red battle axe walked through the passage of the Colosseum, first slammed his fist in his chest and gestured to the Great Chief, then turned around, grasped the battle axe in both hands, and stared at the thin black figure in front of him.

The Kukaron Guards are the elite troops defending the Great Chieftain, and each of their warriors is the best warrior in battle, and the moment the orcs clench their weapons, a fierce aura rushes over them.

Tyrion stood across from him, unfortunately, he was the thinnest of the 20 original Death Knights, and was chosen by Orgrim to be used as a pawn to defeat Gul'dan, wearing the same black armor as the other Death Knights, the weight of which made him uncomfortable as a former Ranger.

But to be honest, dead bodies don't feel tired, so this kind of fortress-like heavy armor is the most suitable protective gear for them.

In the face of this ill-intentioned orc warrior, Tyrion moved his neck and pulled out the steel scepter behind his backhand, this hideous weapon inherited the style of the orcs, rough and heavy, with four armor-piercing blades separated at the top, similar to the armor-piercing hammer, and there were some charms engraved on this thing, which was also the staff used by the Death Knight to cast spells.

Tyrion held the heavy scepter in both hands, his feet staggered, and struck a fighting stance, his dark red cloak fluttering behind him, and his black mask looked quite imposing.

But seriously, Tyrion wasn't willing to fight for Gul'dan, and he wasn't too sure.

The first generation of Death Knights made by Gul'dan is not the same as the Death Knights that will appear in the future in his memory, to be precise, the Death Knights at this time are just conceptual products, and the combat power system of the truly developed Death Knights in the game does not yet exist.

Although Gul'dan had faith in them, Tyrion knew very well that the 20 original Death Knights, including him, were only half-finished, no, not even half-finished, and they were still fighting with magic rather than the death energy in their bodies.

Before the battle began, Gul'dan, who was sitting in the audience, had a twinkle in his eyes, and his fingers hidden in his cloak pinched a charm, and the next moment, his hoarse voice sounded in Tyrion's heart.

"Tyrion. Dawnblade, even if you're dead, you're full of rebelliousness that I don't like, you heard me clearly! If you lose this battle, I will throw your body and your soul into the magic fire and burn it completely! Tarongor has taught you a lot of warlock beginner magic these days, and you don't just want to win! Also win pretty! ”

"I'm a ranger! I haven't used a spell! ”

Tyrion retorted in an indifferent voice:

"If you really want me to win beautifully, at least give me a bow!"

"You don't have the right to choose weapons, and you can't hide it from me, your physical magic guide is about the same as the strongest human mage, you have the potential to become a good warlock, Tarongor appreciates your talent, but unfortunately, there is no time for you to practice now! If you still want to continue to live as a Death Knight, then give me a hard time to win! ”

The moment Gul'dan's words landed, the orc warrior on the opposite side roared and brandished his battle axe, Tyrion's ice-blue eyes narrowed, and his body deflected outward a few steps, almost narrowly avoiding the chopping tomahawk.

"Bang"

The hard boulder ground of the Colosseum was flying with stones, and the brute force of the orcs was vividly interpreted at this moment, and the orc warrior saw that the blow was missed, he simply let go of the handle of the axe, clenched his fist, and slammed a fist into Tyrion's chest.

"Smack"

The Ranger's body took several steps back, the heavy plate armor on his body slowing his movements a little, and Tyrion's eyes lit up with anger as he roared and tried to take advantage of the victory.

Stepping through the door of death, he lost not only his life, but also his past, his emotions, his will, and many, many more.

"Bang"

He clenched the heavy steel scepter in both hands, and slammed it down on the orc as if he were swinging a sword, and the same masonry flew sideways, forcing the orc warrior back with brute force.

"What are you doing! Want to compete with Kukaron? Idiot! Use spells! ”

Gul'dan's voice rang out in Tyrion's heart again, and this time, the Ranger was not polite.

"Shut up! Disgusting old guy! I'm learning! ”