Cold snowflakes fell in the sky of Mount Hyjal, and the extreme concentration of the power of death made the world dead silent.

No matter how noisy and hot the flames are, they will crumble because of the approaching cold, especially in this completely sealed ice coffin, even if the destroyer Manolos fights the last trace of strength in his body, he still can't turn defeat into victory in the face of death.

Its massive body was covered with pale death frost, like an ancient mammoth frozen in ice, its shattered back, its torn wings, its severed claws, its torn chest, all of which represented the end of the Abyssal Lord's twisted life, and the green viscous blood exuded a disgusting aura, but before it could come out of its wounds, it was frozen again, like a green gem that was about to fall to the earth.

Until the last moment of his life, Malones was stubbornly resisting in a standard demonic stance, his remaining left claw grasping the heavy halberd like a charging cavalry spear, and the next moment piercing the terrifying weapon into the chest of the enemy, completely destroying the enemy.

Unfortunately, it never had that chance again.

At the tip of Malones' vicious halberd, a glimmer of evil energy still shone faintly, and in front of its massive body, the completely frozen heart could be seen through the cracks in the torn heart armor, like a solid shield.

This huge headless corpse is like a monument to war, representing the complete end of a catastrophe that covers the entire civilization, the evil curse that envelops the orc's body, the disease that constantly torments the orc's soul and makes them weak little by little, the cancer that spread in the old tribal era, is finally liberated today.

It all started with Maronus the Destroyer, in the world of Draenor more than 30 years ago, on the Kil'Gardan Throne on the Hellfire Peninsula, the traitor Gul'dan tempted the warlike orc chieftains to drink cups of demonic blood, the viscous and ominous liquid that sparked the greater potential in the orc's body, gave them more violent power, and then infused the will of destruction into the orc's soul through the demonic blood flowing through the body.

Driven by the restless desire to destroy in their hearts, the orcs became demonic slayers, destroyers of the dead world, their planned and premeditated attacks and slaughtered the Draenei civilization that had coexisted peacefully, and hundreds of thousands of star exiles died at the hands of the berserk orcs, which was Kil'Gardan's punishment for the "betrayal" of his former brother Viren, and the orcs, since then, have become the sharpest knives in the hands of fraudsters.

The rampaging orcs destroyed their own world, making it barren and dead, and then entered Azeroth with the help of the Dark Titans, forcing human civilization to the edge of the cliff in 8 years.

This is a catastrophe, a catastrophe that spans two worlds, several civilizations, and lasts for nearly 50 years... Even if the demonic blood in the orc's body has long since dried up, the body that has been transformed by evil energy is still instinctively thirsting for the power of the fallen, and the torture of emptiness makes the orcs weak, and what is even more terrifying is the destruction of the orc's will by demonemia.

When 70% of a race's prime-age population is contaminated with some kind of drug addiction that is difficult to get rid of, there is no hope for that race...

But now, the true source of demonemia, the culprit who once polluted the entire orc civilization with his own blood, has died, and the source of depravity has completely disappeared at this moment.

"Ah, fallen souls, always at hand..."

The Great Lord sitting in the dark sky played with a mass of evil energy in his hands, and at the touch of his fingers, the powerful soul was constantly trying to fight back, but it could not go anywhere in this battlefield completely shrouded by the power of the Death Realm.

"You're going to breed a good war machine for me, Manolos."

Tyrion put the soul in front of him, and the Great Lord's ice-blue eyes carefully examined the stubborn war soul in front of him, he smiled and whispered:

"Your fighting skills, your war experience, your thirst and love for war instincts will make you a good one... Food, yes ... Food. ”

"The first demigod of death in the realm of death, my loyal servant Arceus will thrive because of your "selfless devotion"..."

The Great Lord's fingers brushed through the cold air, and a young soul deer appeared in his arms, the young soul shone with a faint blue light, and in the starlight-like brilliance, it opened its eyes a little dazedly, it looked at Tyrion, and then let out a cry of joy, and rubbed its head on Tyrion's arm affectionately.

The little creature tilted its head and began to look at the glowing soul in Tyrion's hand again, it seemed to smell the smell of food, it chirped happily, and then it was about to lick the soul, but Tyrion stopped it by holding its head.

"It's a dangerous object covered in venom, my little cutie Arceus... I have to "wash" it before you can start enjoying it. ”

"Restored"

The soul deer, which had already begun to absorb the power of death in the wilderness of the Dead Realm, obediently stuck out its tongue and licked Tyrion's fingers, although it was only newly born, it already had extremely high intelligence, it knew that Arceus was its name, and it seemed that it liked the name very much.

The Great Lord sat on the throne, stroking the head of the Soul Shepherd, he lowered his head and looked at the six orc chieftains on the battlefield who embraced death, his figure slowly disappeared in the spirit wind of the Death Realm, and the moment he disappeared, his voice also sounded in the hearts of the six chiefs and the prophet.

"Farewell to them, my warriors. When the dawn comes, the world of the dead will truly open its doors to you... What you are going to join is a protracted war, a war that is taking place outside the world, and I hope you will be truly prepared. ”

"But worry, and then set foot on the battlefield."

"As for you, my old friend Naozu, you have finally come out for a trip, so don't rush back, come and sit in my hell."

"Wow"

The icy storm that shrouded the frosty battlefield flapped as if it were some kind of response, and the next moment, the cold storm disappeared into obscurity.

Grom, the warsong chief who was dragging the massive head of Maronos, looked back to see that in the dark night sky, the light of the North Star had dimmed, and the dawn was approaching, leaving them with little time left for these dead ghosts.

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"Send all these go-to elves to the rear!"

In the woodlands outside the town of Astrana in the Ash Valley, the orc overseer Blox. Sarufar cut off the head of a Naga Overseer with a knife in his hand, and the old orc, who had been fighting for hours, kicked the headless corpse out of the way, and with his battle axe covered in green blood, he shouted to the orc soldiers around him:

"Don't let them interfere with our attack!"

"Shut up! Orcs! ”

On the other side, wielding a sword, with a ghost-clawed wolf and a white tiger, drove the fierce Nagas out of the position of the elven general Ryan. The wolfwalker turned his head and shouted:

"It's you guys who really need to get out! This is the battlefield of Kadore! ”

"Then restrain your soldiers!"

Not to be outdone, Brooks retorted:

"Guys with thin arms and thin legs, don't run to learn how to charge, stay behind honestly and shoot arrows!"

This undisguised contempt caused General Ryan to grit her teeth, but when she looked back at the battlefield, she realized that there was a reason for the Orc Overseer's anger.

The elven guards guarding Astrana charged with the source orc army, but the tired elven guards did not have an advantage at all in the face of the tall and brute force Naga thugs, and they were completely unable to block Naga's counter-charge head-on like the orcs.

Such a charge not only limited the orc warriors' play, but also allowed the Nagas to find the possibility of counterattacking, these cunning soft-skinned snakes picked the elven guards' defensive line to break through, and only need to repel the elves to surround the orcs who were exposed outside the battle line.

"The Astrana Legion! Hold your ground and defend your enemies with bows and arrows! ”

Ryan. Wolfwalker is also a veteran of the Battle of the Ancients, after seeing the embarrassment of the elven guards, she immediately issued a new order, for a while, the elves in the front line immediately retreated, backhand draw the war bow behind their backs, and on their vacated battle line, the orc warriors lined up horizontally, holding heavy weapons such as battle axes or war hammers, like a city wall, to block the onslaught of the Nagas.

Behind the orc's human wall, the elves began to shoot waves with bows and arrows, and those sharp arrows fell from the sky with a whistling energy, piercing the soft Naga with kinetic energy, and greatly suppressing their snake-like charging speed.

"That's right."

Blox laughed wildly in satisfaction, grabbed his tomahawk and led his guards to start another massacre on the flank of the Naga position. The Wolfwalker General took advantage of this opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield... It's not that the veteran is afraid of fighting, it's that she really needs a good rest.

Before the arrival of the orcs from the Stonetalon Mountains, she and her army had been fighting with the Nagas here for a long time, there were many Night Elf civilians in the town of Astrana, in order to protect them, the Wolfwalkers did not even dare to mobilize their troops to break through, they could only defend passively, and the number of Nagas landing this time was amazing, they also used despicable sneak attack tactics, in fact, if it were not for the support of the orcs, I am afraid that the entire Astrana army would be wiped out here.

To be honest, Wolfwalker didn't know why these orcs came to help them, and as far as she knew, the relationship between elves and orcs was not particularly good, but that didn't prevent the elf general from repaying the favor to the orcs who came to help.

But after the wolfwalker rested for less than 5 minutes, when she looked up, she found that Brooks, who was still like a killing machine just now, would be as sluggish, standing in the center of the battlefield with a battle axe, seeing that he was about to be surrounded by several naga, the wolfwalker grabbed his war bow and shot three arrows in an instant, shooting those sneaking naga to the ground.

"What are you stunned about?"

General Lane shouted:

"Orc, are you looking for death?"

Brocks was awakened by the shouts of his allies, and the orc overseer shook his head a little dazedly, reaching out and touching his chest... At that moment, he could feel that the demonic blood that had been tormenting him in his body seemed to disappear, and the hunger for destruction and the torture of his soul that kept emerging from his body suddenly dissipated at this moment.

The old orc felt more freedom and ease than he had ever been, as if a heavy shackle that had been blessed on his body had been removed at this moment.

He moved his shoulders, felt the collision of bones, an indescribable feeling made the old orc's eyes widen, in front of his eyes, the whole world seemed to become alive again, he couldn't help but straighten his body, the body that was always a little hunched back was completely straightened at this moment, he could feel that in the long torment, a certain spirit that he had almost completely forgotten returned to his body again.

Bloxs turned around, not only him, but all the prime-aged orcs on the real battlefield seemed to feel the long-lost freedom, this sudden gift made the orcs seem very dazed, they felt the continuous gushing out of their tired bodies, the true power that belonged to the orcs, the freedom of the mind, just like riding a wolf warrior on the Nagrand steppe.

"We're free..."

Brooks took a deep breath, he clenched his battle axe, the old body seemed to be re-strengthened by the freedom of the spirit, the fatigue caused by the fierce battle was swept away at this moment, the refreshed orc overseer held the battle axe high, and his loud voice resounded through the battlefield at this moment:

"We are free! Orcs! That curse is over! ”

"Boom"

The renewed fury wrapped around Brooks's body, and the force of the loud fury enveloped Brooks like a substantial flame, and he swung his battle axe with ease, slamming it on the body of the Naga Overseer behind him, sending the huge monster flying like a bug.

"Listen to me! Kill them all! ”

The first rays of dawn shone through the shade of the trees on Blox, the old orc grabbed the orc banner beside him with one hand, he dragged the battle axe, launched a fierce charge, behind him, under the light of thousands of dawns, the shouts of thousands of orcs in unison, like endless war drums in the forest of the Ash Valley.

"In the name of freedom and victory... Defeat them! ”

“lok'tar ogar！！！”

Amid the roar of the orcs who were finally free, the night of the Grey Valley dissipated, and the sky... lit up.

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