"Bang Bang Bang"

Grokush brandished his battle axe, in the form of a war hammer, and bombarded Gul'dan in front of him frantically, like a madman who was overwhelmed by anger.

And in front of him, the warlock who had lost his left arm was still breathing, he squeezed the last of the magic out of his body, in the form of a shadow shield, and held it in front of him, blood was already all over his body, four bone arrows were stuck in his chest, his abdomen was cut by an axe A shocking wound, and his left leg was cut off by Tyrion's heavy sword from the knee down.

He gritted his teeth, like a dying old dog, yelling at the hunters around him, his life had come to an end, and if there was no miracle, he knew that he might really die here.

Death is silent, death is humble.

The orc warlock's dying throes didn't cause much trouble, and less than 5 minutes had passed since the battle, and the members of the Knights of the Darkblade saw the hope of final victory.

A warlock who has lost his magical powers, no matter how powerful and terrifying he was before, but at this moment, he is nothing but a lamb to the slaughter!

"I'm Gul'dan! I was destined to be a god! I want to be above the gods! ”

The orc warlock leaned against the burnt trunk of the tree, and he gasped for breath, blood flowing into his eyes, making the darkness in front of him even colder and more terrifying.

"How can I... Dead in... Over here! ”

"Boom"

His remaining right arm clenched, squeezed out the pitiful magic power, and between the wounds cracked, he smashed a cloud of weak shadow arrows at Glokush in front of him, who did not dodge or dodge, allowing the shadow arrows to corrode his dead body, and the tomahawk he cut down carried the power of death, and each blow was infused with the anger and unwillingness of the former Great Chief.

This will be the final battle between two people who were once bound by fate, and one of them is bound to die.

"It's ugly!"

Tyrion shackled his heavy sword in his hand, and he looked at the dying Gul'dan in front of him in the darkness, and he whispered:

"This gesture in the face of death is too ugly..."

His fingers lifted and hooked in the air, as if he had turned on a switch, and the next moment, on Guldan's body protected by the shadow shield, in those pierced and cut out wounds, the blood full of evil energy exploded like a blood waterfall, and the stinking blood was extracted in the dark night at a frantic speed, this sudden and extreme pain made the warlock let out an overwhelmed scream in an instant.

"Ahhh Tyrion! You! Damn it!! ”

"Bang"

The unsustainable magical shield was slashed open, and a blood-colored glint glinted in Growkush's eyes, and he stepped forward, swinging his battle axe in his hand.

"Poof"

Gul'dan's body flew up from the ground in embarrassment, smashing on the ground at Tyrion's feet, his flesh and sternum were completely smashed by the axe just now, the flesh and blood in his chest were blurred, abnormal bulges, his dark red eyes burst out, and he had lost the ability to speak in this situation where death came to his face and his life was completely dried up.

He could only stare at Tyrion with those eyes full of hatred, and the latter lifted his left foot and stepped on Gul'dan's chest, the pain of which caused the orc warlock to struggle like a fish out of water.

"Hmm..."

The next moment, Tyrion drew the heavy sword at his side, his hands on the hilt behind his back, his blood-red eyes staring at Gul'dan at his feet, his voice as cold as a real ice storm.

"Who gave you the power to take away her future..."

His arms slammed down, and the cold blade swelled through Gul'dan's chest with ease, pinning the orc warlock to the ground.

"Poof"

"So now... I'll take yours too! ”

The blood with the pungent smell burst out at this moment, the hatred in Guldan's eyes froze at this moment, this sword was like piercing a shriveled balloon, and the indescribable life quickly flowed away from this body, taking the lives of others, which was always the most cruel thing.

"Huh"

The blood-stained blade was drawn from the corpse beneath his feet, and Tyrion looked up at the night sky, where the figure of the red dragon cub was already visible.

"Chop off his head, and drain his soul..."

"He never wants to be resurrected again!"

The Death Knight took out a soul stone and began to quickly set up the Soul Draining Circle, and behind him, the vengeful Glokush smiled and raised his axe and slashed at Guldan's neck, however, at this moment.

"Boom"

The scorching dragon fire that fell from the sky was like a pillar of fire, spewing out fiercely towards the death knights below.

"Ahh

Grokush's body was hit by dragon fire, and the battle axe in his hand melted in an instant, and Guldan's body was wrapped in dragon fire along with his body, causing the death knight to let out an angry roar, and Tyrion was blown away by the explosion of dragon fire, and the moment it fell to the ground, the soul stone in his hand suddenly shattered.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this scene, Tyrion frantically got up, took out another soul stone, and pounced on the corpse behind him that was completely wrapped in dragon fire.

Gul'dan was a warlock, and simply killing his body could not completely destroy his existence, and Orgrim once set off a massacre of the Shadow Council, but Tallon. Bloodfiend and other warlocks also relied on soul stones to preserve their souls.

Tyrion doesn't allow that!

Gul'dan must die here!

"Bang"

Holding the battle axe, Sarufar jumped down from the young dragon, blocking Tyrion in front of him, and before Sarufar could shout something, the death knight in front of him pulled out the heavy sword behind him with his backhand, and the 7 runes on the sword body were completely activated at this moment, and blood, ice and evil breath were wrapped around the heavy sword, like a ghost death scythe, and slashed towards Sarufar in front of him.

"Khooth!"

The Spine Battle Axe and the Rune Heavy Sword collided, the Orc Overseer's body took two steps back, and Tyrion's charge was interrupted, he stared at the orc in front of him, this guy killed him and cut off his life, and now, he dared to stop his revenge!

"Unforgivable!"

Tyrion's voice was as cold as the wind, and he threw the soul stone backhand to Serent, who had drawn his bow, and in the spirit link, he shouted:

"Whether you want it or not! Right now... Drain Gul'dan's soul for me! Don't say you won't! ”

"Good!"

This time, the Elven Ranger did not continue to be stubborn, he took the soul stone thrown by Tyrion, and rushed towards the dragon fire burning behind him, like Tyrion, he and General Liresa also have a master-apprentice relationship, and he also has great respect for the Ranger General.

Neither in public nor in private, he would not want to see Gul'dan resurrected again.

"Why did you betray!"

In the light of the dragon's fire, in the scorching light, Sarufar swung his battle axe, and the mad death knight trembled, and the orc overseer shouted:

"The Great Chief thinks so highly of you! Why should you betray! ”

"To hell with your Great Chief!"

"Bang"

The forcible suppression of anger was lifted, and the huge death energy in Tyrion's body began to riot, he used the heavy sword in his left hand to block Sarufar's attack, and the dark red energy in his right hand formed a storm and smashed into the orc warrior in front of him, the blood-red light in his eyes jumped so deadly.

"You and your tribe have no future!"

"Boom"

Sarufar sideways to dodge the death entanglement, the roaring energy slamming into the trees behind him, only to be corroded to ashes by the rampaging force of death in an instant.

This dodge put him at a disadvantage in a head-to-head engagement, and Tyrion's attacks became even more frantic, urging the power of death in his body, turning into a storm of ice that enveloped his body, freezing the earth and ashes beneath his feet.

Each collision of weapons slowed down Sarufar's attack, and by the time he was covered in ice, the orc warrior's movements had become stiff.

Like everyone else, Sarufar didn't fight a Death Knight, especially one like Tyrion.

"Bang"

Another collision of weapons, the spine tomahawk in Sarufar's hand was already covered with frost, he blocked Tyrion's heavy blow with difficulty, but the next moment, the death knight's body swayed a little, and dark red energy rose from under Sarufar's feet, and in a flash of surprise, like a hand of death, it strangled his neck fiercely, dragging his body into the air.

Stranding!

"Poof"

Tyrion's longsword swung up, and although Sarufar relied on his brute strength to break free from the strangulation in the next moment, the frost-covered blade had already grazed his chest, and in Tyrion's rage, he sliced through his plate armor, bringing a hideous and terrifying scar on his body.

He's hurt!

He was wounded in front of the eyes of the Blood Elves of Sarein!

"Huh"

Blood, scorching blood, was drawn from Sarufar's wounds, and although the blood from the wound was quickly clamped by the warrior's powerful muscles, the blood that was sucked away seemed to drain all his strength.

Sarufar took a few steps back, his grip on the tomahawk with difficulty, but his steps were vain and his face was pale, and it was clear that he had been seriously injured by the blow just now.

"You killed me once!"

Tyrion waved his hand to disperse the blood balls suspended in front of him, and the blood mist shrouded his body, quickly filling the consumed death power, he looked at Sarufar in front of him, and he whispered without the slightest emotion:

"Today, it's time to pay off the debt!"

"I got it!"

Serenthe's voice sounded in Tyrion's heart, and the Death Knight jerked back to see Celent, whose whole body was burned by dragon fire, rushing out of the flames, clutching a shining soul stone in his hand, which made Tyreon's heart finally relax.

Farther away, Luminas and the Dark Ranger were battling against the young dragons in the air, while Glokush, who had been hit head-on by the dragon fire, had just risen from the flames.

Being able to survive the frontal attack of dragon fire is enough to show the tenacity of this orc death knight.

"Spare your life today, with my mercy, get out!"

Tyrion glanced back at Sarufar, the murderous intent in his eyes intended, but he eventually put away his weapon and turned and charged towards Serent.

"Knights of the Dark Blade, leave that dragon alone, break through!"

Four white-boned griffons fell from the sky to the ground, Tyrion jumped on the griffon, and Celent climbed onto another griffon, but just as the griffon was about to take off, Tyryon's eyes shrank sharply, and the darkness around Celent was abnormally active.

"Be careful! There are assassins! ”

His voice rang out in the spirit link, and Celent jerked his head up, and saw a female orc with a single green skin, red leather armor, wielding two daggers, leaping out of the darkness, and piercing Serent's heart with the dagger in her hand, the terrifying toxin paralyzing the dead body of the Death Knight in an instant.

"Smack"

The dancing soul stone fell into the hands of the orc assassin, and she jumped lightly off the griffon, and glanced back at Tyrion who roared and rushed over, her face that did not look like an orc showed a trace of bitter struggle, but the next moment, her figure disappeared into the darkness.

Zuluhid steered the young dragon to fly across the ground, grabbed the badly wounded Sarufar and the assassin in the shadows onto the dragon's back, and brutally smashed away the orc death knight who pounced on him, and flew towards the rear with the roar of the young dragon.

Behind the drake, Tyrion and Luminas, unwilling to let their victory be stolen like this, rode the Bone Griffon, following closely behind.

The Death Knight's eyes were fixed on the orc female assassin behind the dragon, and he recognized her!

"Garona! You bastard, you bastard! ”

"How dare you... Steal my victory! ”