"Whoa"

The enslaved Red Dragon's iconic roar once again rang out over the forest of Quel'Salas, like an alarm before the air raid arrived, sending the elven rangers and mages who had already fought back into a state of war at once, and a moment later, scorching dragon fire descended from the sky, frantically burning everything on the ground.

Knowing the chieftain's death, the dragon knights of the Dragonthroat Clan were filled with anger and murderous intent, they no longer cooperated with the legions on the ground, and began to retaliate with pure killing, the dragon's breath that fell from the sky quickly flooded the forest of Quel'Thalas, burning along with the hidden elves inside, and the furious orcs were no longer satisfied with the outlying rangers, they relied on their air superiority, harnessed 10 young dragons, and rushed all the way towards the hinterland of Quel'Thalas.

"Their goal is Silvermoon City!"

Archmage Romans, a member of the Silvermoon Council who was supervising the battle on the front line, looked at the direction in which the young dragons were galloping, his face was ugly, and a moment later, the orcs' attack strategy was transmitted back to Silvermoon City, and the dragon eagle knights who were holding on to the land also rose into the air one after another, trying to stop these dragon knights who had completely lost their shackles.

"This isn't right!"

The great knight Tulayan, who was ordered to help the elves hold the defensive line, rode on his horse, and the entire defense line he was in was ignited, according to the habit of the orcs, after the dragon fire was destroyed, the furious orc warriors rushed up to fight, but now, there was only a flame in the eye, and there was no trace of the orc soldiers at all!

"They're just here for revenge?"

Tulayan couldn't help but look back at the sky behind him, the dragon knight was the trump card weapon of the orcs, and in the absence of ground support, he allowed them to enter the enemy's hinterland like this, which was a gesture of death no matter how he looked at it.

This abnormal situation is not only seen by Tulayan, many elven commanders have noticed this, but the problem is that knowing that the movement of the orcs is wrong, these 10 dragon knights who rushed into the hinterland of the kingdom still attracted a large number of elven troops to surround them.

They had to!

At present, 90% of the elven civilians have been transferred to Silvermoon City, once the orc dragon knight rushes into the range of Silvermoon City, as long as a dragon fire falls into the city, it will be an out-and-out disaster for the elves.

"That's not right!"

When Tyrion looked up, he saw the young dragons wielding dragon fire and igniting the forests along the way, and he was looking for a qualified new member in the ruined graveyard of the Taquilin battlefield, but he immediately sensed a problem when he saw Sarufar throw the precious orc dragon knight as a target.

Unlike the elves, Tyrion was fully aware of the outcome of the battle of Quel'Thalas, he knew that the orcs would eventually leave, and Orgrim had never had the idea of helping the Amani trolls break through Silvermoon City, it was just a feint.

"The orcs are running away!"

Tyrion's voice rang out in the spirit of the Darkblade Knights, and he threw down his work, turned and jumped on his skeleton horse, and rushed out of the forest:

"How's the baby dragon corpse being prepared?"

He asked aloud, and a moment later Luminas' hoarse voice rang out:

"It's only done at two ends, it's too rushed!"

"Enough! Take to the skies now and hunt them down! ”

The Death Knight's voice became brutal:

"This time, I'm going to stab them in the body!"

"It's to my liking! I see. ”

Luminas's voice became pleasant, and the next moment, the spiritual link was broken, and on the periphery of the forest that had become ashes, the two heads were shriveled, all their blood was drained, and their bodies were wrapped with death energy, like a real zombie dragon, and under the urging of the death knight, they slowly opened their eyes,

In the sparkle of the strange light of the large psychic magic array, the awakened zombie dragon's eyes danced with dark red light, which was chaotic, without the light of wisdom, their resurrected bodies had no souls, and could only instinctively act according to the will of the awakened, but their huge bodies were full of death energy, like a big bomb filled with gunpowder.

Celent. Firewing rubbed his chin, looking at the two zombie dragons in front of him flapping their wings and slowly rising into the air, he couldn't help but imagine the scene when this thing exploded in the orc position.

"It's going to be a fun hunt..."

He turned his head to look at Luminas beside him, the red-eyed young lady crossed her waist, her eyes dancing with undisguised killing intent, death completely changed her, and now she lives with a very pure attitude.

"Aha, I thought you were dumb!"

Luminas stepped forward quickly, rolled over and jumped behind the zombie dragon, and she looked at Celent condescendingly:

"Don't you like to talk?"

Faced with this question, Serent's cold expression did not change, and it was not until the two zombie dragons carried 2 Death Knights and 4 Dark Ranger into the air that he whispered:

"I thought death had taken away everything from me, warmth, joy, memories... I had thought that such a resurrection was meaningless, and I hated Tyrion for destroying my eternal sleep, but now I suddenly realized that death had not taken everything from me! ”

He narrowed his eyes, and a hint of hideousness flashed in his dark eyes:

"My mood was alive when I slaughtered those orcs wantonly, and in that bloody battlefield, I was like... Freshman! And I believe... It's the same with Tyrion, he's made a lot of mistakes, but he's awake now, so I choose to forgive and follow him. ”

"I think I'm starting to get used to this pure life, and that's a good thing."

On the other side, Sarufar rode on his wolf and led the Overseer guards on the hill by the roadside, and in front of him, thousands of orcs were marching at a rapid pace, like a dark green tide across Quel'Thalas.

The orc civilization in the world of Draenor is more inclined to the social structure of nomadic tribes, and the characteristics of this civilization are still stubbornly retained in the orc body even after crossing the world, which makes them very good at long-distance running, once the retreat is ordered, it only took less than 2 hours, and the orc is completely ready to retreat, and the moment the dragon knight of the dragonthroat clan takes off, the retreat of the orcs begins.

Right now, they have rushed into the mountainous area connecting the Kingdom of Quel'Salas and Lordaeron, and at the current speed, it will not take them half a day to directly rush into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

"It's a pity that the orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan have been carried away by hatred."

Sarufar looked back with some regret, not all orcs were willing to retreat, some of the orcs in the dragon's throat were not, the loss of the patriarch was an unbearable shame in the tribe, and they swore to pay for it with blood.

Sarufar arrived at the orc's decision, but he didn't stop it.

They can also buy time for the evacuation of the other orcs by staying in the camp, which is cruel but requires sacrifice.

"Think about the good things, Overseer. (We have a new group of members!) ）”

Gugar, the patriarch of the Twilight Hammer, who stood behind Sarufar, whispered with a hint of flattery:

"Under your leadership, we have no losses in military power (those trolls who join us, will become the best cannon fodder!). ）”

"Well, that's a bonus."

Sarufar's gaze looked to the rear of the group, where a large group of Amani trolls riding velociraptors followed the evacuated group of orcs, who were outnumbered and looked to be nearly 10,000 strong.

These trolls were the most loyal warriors of the Amani clan to Zurkin, and after Zurkin's death, they were ostracized and suppressed in various ways, and finally had to turn around and join the tribe.

After all, Sarufar's invasion of Quel'Salas was to avenge Zulkin.

"But they are not cannon fodder, Gugar, they will call a force under the command of Grand Chief Orgrim, just like us!"

Sarufar corrected Gugar's statement, but as he turned back, two black dots were rapidly approaching in the distant sky, making the Overseer's expression difficult to look at.

"What's that?"

He turned his head and asked, the ogre wizard Gugar's fingers moving, blessing himself and Sarufar with the two Eagle Eye spells, and the next moment, they saw the two young dragons in strange and twisted postures, like monsters, and the Knights of the Dark Blade riding on the young dragons.

"It's the traitor! Tyrion and his minuses! ”

Sarufar subconsciously drew his tomahawk, and he shouted:

"Gugar, shoot them down!"

There was no need for the Orc Overseer to say anything, the tall ogre wizard had already raised his hands, the furious magic condensing in his hands, and as the two zombie dragons approached, Gugar roared angrily, and two arcane balls that distorted the air and light smashed into the sky.

"Don't think! (Close!) ）”

The first impression of ogres is that they are stupid, but if they grow a second head, they will transform into terrifying ogre mages, their rugged bodies can hold several times more magic than human and orc mages, and although the types of spells they can use are small, they are extremely powerful!

After the horde's warlocks were slain, the ogres who invaded Azeroth with the orcs became the main body of the horde's magical power.

"Boom"

The arcane ball hit the zombie dragon's body, exploding its loose dragon scales, but the dead body would not feel pain, and Tyrion, riding on the zombie dragon, ignored the threat from Gugar, and the howling wind blew his long gray hair up.

He rode atop the head of the zombie dragon, and as he approached the retreating group of orcs, the zombie dragon roared down from the sky at his dark command.

Like a fallen stone, under the stunned gaze of Sarufar, carrying its master, it smashed straight into the back of the orc legion.

The next moment...

"Boom"

The zombie dragon with a huge amount of death energy in its body exploded in the orc position, and the zombie dragon's flesh and bones splashed everywhere, enveloping the surrounding nearly 100 meters of earth in this earth-shattering corpse explosion, and the power of this explosion was definitely comparable to the flame meteorites summoned by those mages.

What's even more terrifying is that the flesh and blood mixed with the strange death power spilled all over the sky in the explosion, including those orcs who did not die in the explosion, this blow completely separated the orc army from the rear one-sixth position, and the orcs who were evacuating were also overwhelmed by the explosion, and the entire legion stopped.

"Rush forward! Kill them! ”

The explosion killed and wounded at least a hundred orc warriors on the spot, and this loss made Sarufar almost lose his mind, and he roared and was about to rush down the battlefield, only to be caughtly caught.

"Don't be impulsive, Overseer! (And one more!) And a dragon! It's a trap! ）”

But it was too late, and at the Overseer's orders, the wandering orcs grabbed their weapons and rushed to the blast point, and just as they were regrouping, a second zombie dragon flying in the sky roared and smashed down.

In the hoarse laughter of Luminas, the second zombie dragon smashed into the center of the orcs trying to fight back, and the next moment...

"Boom"

Tyrion and his knights are a true bunch of lunatics who have been twisted by death, and in order to achieve the most powerful damage, they don't care about these precious dragon corpses, but use them as real flesh bombs.

"Ah, they'll say we're in the trap and we're dying..."

In the center of the exploding flesh battlefield, in the midst of the surging manic death energy, Tyrion, armed with a heavy sword, waved his hand to tear through the darkness in front of him and appeared in front of Sarufar, and behind him, Glokush with a tomahawk in his hand was like a high mountain.

Celent drew his halberd with a backhand, and Luminas shook his head and rose from the ground, his hands staggered and drew the knife at his waist.

Behind the four knights, the Dark Rangers, who had been re-replenished with 20 men, drew their warbows, and around them, thousands of orc warriors were eyeing each other, as well as hundreds of corpses that had died in the explosion.

"They're going to say we're dead!"

Tyrion's eyes had turned ice blue back to the point that made him look so cold, and he aimed his sword at Sarufar on the hillside, and a massive amount of death energy rushed from under his feet into the ground around him, and the husks of the corpses were drawn.

After a few moments, the wobbly orc warriors got back to their feet, and at the command of their new masters, they tightened their grip on their weapons and aimed their blades at their former companions.

"But they have no idea how terrible the power we have at our disposal! They don't know death at all ... What! ”

The hands of the Death Knights were opened, and the necromantic plague that spread all over the air was triggered, and at this moment, the screams of the orc warriors rose and fell in the air, plague! This is the plague of death!!

"The souls you desperately save will eventually steal the victory you crave!"

"The tribe you served for your life will be completely destroyed because of your stupidity!"

"Gul'dan will ruin it! It's like he's ruining your world! ”

"I curse you! Sarufar! ”

"I curse you and your tribe that you will be defeated in the end!"

Tyrion's hateful voice rang out on the dead battlefield, and the corpses of the orcs roared and rushed in all directions, and in the darkness of the Knights of the Darkblade, he tilted his head, looked at Sarufar, stretched out his hand, and ticked at the orc overseers:

"Why do you look so angry..."

"Offense and defense are out of position! Come on! Challenge me! ”