"That's what you scerew?"

Grom. Hell Roar looked at the corpse of the Death Knight at his feet, and he kicked the disgusting rotten flesh with disdain:

"6 dead crumbs, what the hell did you find? Tell me, Death Knight! ”

Grokush, who was leaning against the stone, did not say a word, this attitude ignited a trace of anger in the eyes of the orc chieftain, he stepped forward, grabbed Glokush by the collar, and lifted him out of the snow, he stared at the gray eyes of the death knight in front of him, and he said word by word:

"I hate you corpses! The smell you give off makes me feel disgusting! Especially you, the defilement of the orc remains..."

"Gromache, you don't need to show your strength with this kind of roughness."

Glokush said weakly, "Is it more important for you and your tribe to find the Book of Medivan, or is it more important to be angry with a dead man?" Let me go, their sacrifice is not unnecessary, I have found the hiding place of the Book of Medivan. ”

"Hmph"

As soon as Grom's hands were released, Grokush's body smashed into the snow, the cold death energy wrapped around his body, repairing those shattered bones, and under Grom's red eyes, the orc Death Knight wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and whispered:

"The book was hidden in Aiden. In the royal palace of Pirinod, tonight, tonight we have to fight in the city. ”

"Kill in? Easy to say! ”

Grom was also an old commander of the battle formation, and he stood on the hillside and looked out at the city of Alterac in the distance, this fortress city stuck on the terrain advantage made him feel a toothache, and he glared at the Death Knight angrily:

"Just kill it, do you know how many fighters we're going to lose?"

"Don't worry."

The Death Knight reached out and touched the storage ring on his finger, he lowered his head and whispered:

"Someone will help us, just tonight, the collapse of the gates and defenses will be handed over to me, you will go and rob, go and kill, set fire to the city, and then go straight to the palace, where I will wait for you."

"Huh?"

This confident plan made Grom feel a little strange, and he looked at the orc death knight at his feet suspiciously, and he asked in a low voice:

"Are you so sure?"

"The Knights of the Dark Blade have their own methods, you don't need to ask anything else, you just need to know that our interests are the same, go and gather your warriors, tonight, you can let go and kill."

The Death Knight was reluctant to talk to Grom too much on this issue, and the Orc Chief didn't care much about that, so since Neozu said that these Death Knights could be trusted, it would be a good idea to see what kind of power they had.

Grom thought for a moment, turned away with the tomahawk on his back, and as he walked into the cedar forest, Grom turned around and bared his teeth at Glokush, who had risen from the ground:

"The way you speak and the tone of your voice reminds me of a very nasty guy..."

Faced with this strange question, Grokush didn't answer, just patted the snowflakes on his body, turned around and walked to the other side, this attitude made Grom's eyes shine, but he didn't say anything more, and quickly left this snowfield.

"It's a terrible situation."

The orc death knight stood on the icy snow, the distance between the two worlds was too far away, he couldn't connect with Tyrion with a spiritual link, and he couldn't get information support from him, facing that terrifying and mysterious human nobleman, no, that guy is definitely not human, and humans won't have such terrifying power.

Even though Tyrion had told him in advance that if he met Presto to disrupt the situation, he would do as he asked, but the orcs still felt like they were falling into a net from which they could not break free.

He backhanded out the heavy tome from the ring, this book was haunted by lilac magic, it was supposed to be the real Book of Medivan, but why would the human throw it to himself like garbage?

He also asked Aiden. Pirenod must die at the hands of the orcs... It's a bit of a strange request.

"Anyway... The Book of Medivan is in hand. ”

Glokush rubbed his face, that guy was obviously a conspirator who couldn't be resisted, and absconding with the book was undoubtedly a stupid act, he instinctively felt that Tyrion should know the details of this nobleman, but since Tyrion didn't elaborate, but told him in advance, it meant that the appearance of this nobleman was also in the plan of the Great Lord of the Dark Blade.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem to hurt to deal with him.

The night in the Alterac Mountains came quickly, and the temperature during the day was bad enough, and after the sun set, the temperature in this col had reached more than ten degrees below zero, and it was still just night, and the temperature by midnight was bound to be even more terrifying.

On the peaks covered with cold snow, dark shadows gathered, and under the leadership of Grom, hundreds of orc warriors touched the snow less than 500 meters from Alterac City.

The orc chief raised his head, and on the towering wall, the lights in the small stone forts were bright, and it looked like there were soldiers stationed there, but after observing for a few minutes, Grom realized that something was not right, there were no soldiers patrolling the wide wall.

"Poof"

The black sword pierced the body of the soldier hiding in the stone castle, and the death knights who followed Glokush were like no one on the wall, and it took less than 10 minutes to clear the entire wall, and behind them, Grokush did not move to kill these weak human soldiers, he was also observing the situation.

The situation is clearly not right... The Death Knights are not assassins, they don't stealth, and it stands to reason that they will be discovered when they approach Alterac City, but the reality is that until the Death Knight starts slaughtering soldiers, these soldiers who are supposed to patrol are in a very delicate state, it seems... It was as if seduced by something unseevorous.

The slaughter was almost effortless, and the Death Knights only had to stab their weapons into the chests of the soldiers, without even being resisted, which surprised Glokush even more, and it was clear that the sudden collaborator seemed more mysterious and powerful in his mind.

If he wanted to, maybe he could easily destroy the city alone, but he would have to fake it... It's weird!

"Open the gates! Signal! ”

Strange is weird, but what needs to be done is still to be done, under the order of Glokush, the death knights who originally belonged to the blood demon quickly jumped off the city wall, and slowly pushed open the heavy city gate that was held against the four beams, and a red smoke burst into the sky, which was the signal for attack.

Seeing that the gate was pushed open by the death knights, Grom, who had been waiting impatiently, shouted and was the first to rush out of the snow, and behind him, the red-eyed warsong orcs roared, followed their chieftain, and rushed into the city that had been stripped of all defenses in front of him.

The Warsong Clan was the clan that drank the most demonic blood at the time, and the frenzy of battle flowed through every vein of their bodies, and it was because of the inability to control the desire to kill that Blackhan deliberately stayed in Draenor, thus losing the opportunity to participate in the war.

Right now, there are enough enemies to satisfy these orcs' desire to kill, and what could be better than that?

Without!

"Roar"

The orcs rushed into the city, and Grom took the lead. Hellroar grabbed the torch he had in hand and threw it on the straw at the entrance to the city gate in front of him.

"Boom"

The moment the flames rose, all the orcs let out a bloodthirsty roar, and under the order of the chief, hundreds of orcs pounced into the surrounding houses like wild dogs, they brutally kicked open the doors, brandished weapons, and slaughtered the innocent humans who were awakened, and the smell of blood permeated the streets, which provoked these beast-like orcs to be even more violent.

Deliberately lit flames are everywhere, and this gradually burning fire will help the orcs crush the human counterattack and make their slaughter easier.

"Hmm"

Twenty-five minutes later, in the raging fire, Grom, covered in blood, walked out of the barracks with an axe, and behind him, the soldiers in Alterac City who tried to fight back had been slaughtered, and the chieftain, who had satisfied his desire to kill, took a satisfied breath of scorched air filled with the smell of blood and burning, and before his eyes, almost a third of the small city was set on fire.

In the flying ashes of the dancing flames and shadows in the street in front of them, several screaming human women rushed out of the house, only to be dragged back into the house by the grotesque orcs, their clothes torn and seemingly a few noble ladies, and in their desperate screams, the doors of the ornate houses were shut.

The once warm home has been rendered by this fire and blood, and has become a cold and gloomy hell.

Grom was familiar with this kind of thing, he knew very well that his soldiers had been forcibly suppressing the bloodthirsty desire in his heart, but that desire from the demon blood had to be released, and if possible, he was not willing to point the butcher's knife at these human civilians, but the soldiers of the Alterac Kingdom were too weak to let the Warsong warriors fight heartily.

Therefore, it is up to these poor humans to bear the disaster of the orc mania.

He's trying to save his world, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying the pleasure of destroying and killing... Tyrion is absolutely true in what he said, after drinking the blood of demons, these green-skinned orcs have long since become monsters and lost their honor.

Grommash shifted his shoulders, and he turned his head to look at the Death Knight waiting at the entrance to the barracks, who leaned over slightly and whispered:

"Lord Grokush is waiting for you at the palace, where the defenses have been broken, Chief Gromache, please come with me!"

At the same time, when the entire city of Alterac was under rage of war and orc raids, in what should have been the most well-defended royal palace, Glokush was standing at the entrance of the throne room, watching the king of Alterac sitting on the throne.

Behind the Death Knight, the blood of the slashed guards had gathered into water stains, and in the cold night, the blood had been frozen, and the blood was still dripping from the battle axe in his hand, but he looked at the king in front of him, this axe, no matter what, could not be cut down.

"Bold! Who are you! Why don't you kneel down when you see this king! ”

The king of the Alterac Mandate, Aiden. Dressed in the king's most splendid robes, embellished with white bearskins, holding a golden scepter and wearing the crown of the king, Pirenod looked unusually imposing, but the king's face was haphazardly painted with some oil paint, like the cheeks of a clown, and he stood on the throne, glaring at the bloodied Glokush, and he pretended to shout:

"Royal Guard! Kick this untouchable out of my court! ”

"Oriden? Ouriden, where are you? My sweet nephew, why don't you come out to protect your king? ”

"Idiot! It's all stupid! The old immortal of Terenus is peeking into my territory like a rat in the sewers, and Solas and Dareen are all fools! They simply don't know how to protect their own people! I was right! ”

"Me! King Aiden, Great King, I will be the King of the Alliance! Oh, behold, what a beautiful fire, and it is so cold in this damn place, that I am going to make a fire..."

"This is the king of men?"

Grom appeared behind Grokush, and the Death Knight shook his head and leaned sideways to make a way:

"Aiden. Pirinord, King of Alterac, alas... He's gone crazy. ”

"Scared crazy by us?"

Grom snorted and asked disdainfully, "That's the kind of guy who defeated Orgrim?" What a mockery! ”

"It's not that we're crazy, he might have gone crazy a long time ago..."

Grokush took one last look at Aiden, who was walking back and forth in the blood-covered court with the heroism of a king, and he patted Grom on the shoulder:

"The book is in hand, and the king will be handed over to you."

Watching Glokush step into the darkness, Grom strode forward with an unhappy face, pinned the screaming King Aiden to his throne, and the orc chief reached out and handed the Death Knight behind him a frosty sword.

Grom looked at Aiden in front of him, and there was a hint of undisguised ridicule on his square face:

"The "great" human king Aiden, you will be the second king to die at the hands of the Horde, and your skull will be my collection... Forget it, killing a madman is not a brave feat, and I'll free you poor worm. ”

"Remember, the man who killed you was named Grommash. Hell roars! ”

"Poof"