"There!"

Muradin, dressed in full armor. Standing on top of a black steam tank with a horned goat's head, he pointed to the palace on the other side of the snow-flowing plain, on the other side of the great steel wall of the ravine, and said to the leaders of the various tribes behind him:

"That's the Hall of Lightning! Loken's hideout! ”

Behind this huge army armed with tanks and siege vehicles, the battlefield that had fallen silent was full of craters from artillery shells, and the smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, but the land that had been noisy had begun to be covered with snow again, and the steel fragments scattered on the battlefield, which were the remains of the steel soldiers of the Thunderforge Legion that had rushed out of the Hall of Lightning.

These once glorious world guards have fallen here in a very undignified manner, and there is no light to be seen in their cold bodies, and after fading the righteous temperament of 10,000 years ago, these warriors forged of steel have been read to have fallen into servants of the rebels.

They are no longer noble ...

Their remains were collected by the dwarves and placed in the forges of the base camp, where they were melted into molten iron of the best texture, while the dwarves' most elite war craftsmen worked day and night, and sets of exquisite armor and weapons representing the glory of the gods were distributed to the living soldiers, which was not only an honor, but also a recognition and a reward.

It's a kind of protection...

Only armor made of such lightning-cast steel can protect the soldiers from dying in battle because of the inferiority of armor and weapons when fighting against those steel soldiers.

It is said that such a set of hideous appearance and high practical thunder cast armor has become the new favorite of many nobles in the Kalimdor continent, and in the singing of countless troubadours, such an armament has become a symbol of courage, and it also calls on more enthusiastic young people to spontaneously go to the Northrend continent to participate in the battle of the century.

And the last time such a scene appeared was in the era of the Great Battle of Silysus... That time, the Warriors were also trying to save the world.

"Tonight!"

"We're going to party all night at the Hall of Lights!"

Muradin raised the hammer in his hand high, and the deep shout of the commander of the coalition resounded throughout the forward position:

"Now! Offensive! ”

"Boom, boom, boom"

With Muradin's shout, the artillery positions that had been arranged on this side of the cliff began to fire wildly, and the cannonballs that dragged the black smoke and crimson flames whizzed across the cliffs below that seemed to have been cut by sharp blades, and finally smashed the steel walls of Ulduar, and the dense artillery fire suppressed the long-range weapons of the Thundercast soldiers who were guarding the entrance to the lightning hall, and those ancient jet weapons were quickly destroyed under the blow of the mortals' frenzied fire density.

And under the cover of their own artillery fire, a dozen huge airships carrying the bravest assault troops, led by Muradin, Tyrande, and Garrosh, began to land on the bone-chilling walls of Ulduar, and they were to carry out a crisp raid to slay the traitor of the gods in his palace before Lorcan could escape back to Ulduar.

Mortals always look at the legends handed down from the age of the gods with reverence and fear, but when they really enter the legend of the gods, they suddenly realize that the servants of the gods are not invincible... If the servants of the gods are only like this, does it mean that the fangs of mortals can also touch the noble gods?

And those who can be defeated by the mortals who are united... Is it really qualified to be called a god?

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"Quick! Fast! Let all the soldiers enter the sentry post! ”

In the antechamber of the Hall of Lightning, the heavily armed General Biagri shouted loudly, and under his command, all the Iron Soldiers stationed in the Hall of Lightning, these were the Praetorian Guards of the Guardian of Wisdom Loken, and the most elite group of warriors of the Thunder Forge Legion.

It's a pity that there are too few of them ...

General Biagri, who was loyal to Locan, had heard the roar of the walls of Ulduar outside the Hall of Lightning, which meant that the rebellious and crazy mortals were already trying to attack the Creator's Temple, an unforgivable sin! It's so rampant!

But what this group of flesh-and-blood mortals had done in the past 15 days also surprised and even shocked General Biagri, who had experienced the battle of domination!

The Iron Legion of the Dark Empire, which was invincible and defeated the Dark Empire built by the Elder Gods under the command of the Guardians, was defeated by a group of ant-like mortals on the frontal battlefield!

Less than a tenth of the 5,000 Iron Soldiers sent out escaped, and the rest were buried under the cold storm of the Storm Crags, even forged into weapons and armor by the madman-like mortals... This made General Biagri extremely angry, however, before his sanction could be laid, those bold mortals actually began to attack the sacred place.

"Bury them here!"

The general of Iron Veku roared, his squire handed him a heavy battle axe, the brave general raised his weapon, he stood on the suspended bridge of the lightning hall, and under him walked, he could see the dense display of thundercast soldiers on the ground at the bottom of the lightning hall, as many as two legions!

It was the Guards Army that took the initiative to enter a state of shutdown after the end of the battle of Domination, and after the war with the mortals began, General Biagri would command these legions to crush those mortals, but unfortunately, those cunning flesh ants used a despicable way to lock up the control of the two steel legions, which made the military strength of the Lightning Hall drop to a very dangerous point.

General Viku has tried several times to explain this to the great Loken, but alas, Locan, the Guardian of Wisdom, doesn't seem to care... Since this awakening, the once wise and gentle Guardian of Wisdom seems to have become even more gloomy, and from time to time he mysteriously disappears into the Hall of Lightning, and no one knows where he has gone...

But the actions of the lord are not something that a loyal general can evaluate, all he can do is arrange the remaining soldiers in his hands to various positions in the temple, so that those arrogant mortals do not disturb the thinking of the great master, and then... He will stay at his post until he dies in battle!

"Bang"

A loud bang interrupted General Biasri's thoughts, and when he looked up, he saw a slender elf with a double-bladed scythe, leading a group of heavily armored elven soldiers rushing out of his defensive line, the elf was wearing a silver battle dress, her cheeks were tattooed with some strange lines, and as she walked, a moon-like halo of light enveloped her body, making her look like a warrior wrapped in a halo.

A dozen steel soldiers tried to stop the woman from stepping into the battle line of the hall, but the next moment they rushed towards the elf, the scythe in the elf's hand flew and a dozen scattered starlight fell from the sky like a whistling cannonball on the top of the soldier's head, and the mysterious magic petrified them in place, and then was chopped with weapons by the soldiers who followed the elf.

This scene made General Biagri very angry, and the brave steel viku man roared, drew a huge battle axe from his back, and rushed towards the elven commander in front of him with a flash of lightning and lightning.

"Bang"

The battle axe with the wind of wind and thunder and the power of ten thousand jun was easily blocked by Tyrande with the moon god war scythe in his hand, and a layer of moon veil shrouded Tyrande's body, so that the dark moon god of war has almost unparalleled power, and in the tempering of the war fire, it also made Tyrande's originally loose martial arts become elegant and dangerous.

Her green hair was fluttering, and between the collision of the two weapons, the steel earth under the feet of the Dark Moon God of War showed signs of being torn, and the former Moon Sacrifice looked at General Iron Viku in front of her with an indifferent gaze at this time, and she spoke fluent Titan in a hoarse voice:

"Lay down your arms! The Guardian's General..."

"You are on the wrong path, but Elune will give you a chance to atone for your sins... Drop your weapon! I'll just say it once! ”

"Elune?"

General Biagri is not a fool who doesn't know anything, as a Thunderforge soldier who has participated in the War of Domination, he also knows some secrets about Azeroth, he knows that Elune is the name of the world spirit of Azeroth in this world, and he is theoretically one of the lords of guardians like him, however, in the order given to him by Loken, he did not lay down his arms and surrender.

"Bang"

The 5-meter-tall steel giant swung his battle axe, and in the explosion of power, knocked out the ant-like Tyrande in front of him, and the Dark Moon God of War rolled in the air for a few weeks, and finally landed lightly in front of her elven legion, she switched her double-bladed scythe to her left hand, and then looked at General Viku with her weapon held high in front of her.

Biagri saw a hint of murderous intent in the eyes of the warrior in front of him, and he knew that this might be his last battle.

But as a loyal warrior, he was not afraid of the outcome...

"Soldiers!"

Biasgri raised his thunderbolt-enveloped tomahawk aloft, his thunderous roar resounding across the battlefield:

"Protect the Creator! Keep fighting! ”

"Stubborn!"

Undisguised murderous intent shone in Tyrande's smoky eyes, Elune told her what was in Ulduar, and the moon god showed her what kind of impact Ulduar's crisis would have on the world, and Tyrande had truly come with a mission to save the stars, and she didn't have much time to waste with this group of dead-eyed steel soldiers who were loyal to the traitors of the gods.

"Kill!"

Tyrande gave the order, and the brave elves in thunder-forged heavy armor and heavy weapons in their hands rushed towards the Iron Vekus under the leadership of Tyrande, like the most valiant warriors, these slender and weak elves who had suffered a catastrophe and re-armed themselves with the right faith, their sharp fangs were no weaker than orcs or humans...

And at the same time as the elven warbands and the Iron Viku people fought to the death, in the depths of the Hall of Lightning, by the furnace of the flame giant Volkan, the dwarves were also stopped by powerful enemies.

The Golem of the rocks, whose bodies were made of huge bodies of rocks but whose bodies were wrapped in scorching flames, awakened the Golems made of rocks, these self-conscious rock beings blocked the dwarves' path in a suicidal form, and the Flame Giants were also the creations of the Titan Guardians, though they were far fewer in number than the Ice Giants of the Storm Cliffs.

Of course, even worse are the Storm Giants, the legendary giants who are on the verge of extinction.

Unlike the Ice Giants' ability to shape ice, the Flame Giants are natural forgers, their massive bodies contain raging flames, and they are like the best craftsmen who can use the hammers in their hands to create the most perfect rock warriors, but the Flame Giants are naturally cunning, and after Lorcan's rebellion, they were the first Titan creations to actively follow the betrayer.

When Lorcan systematically slaughtered the Viku and Earth Spirits, these cruel flame giants were the ones who aided the abuse.

"Flesh, Crack!"

The forge-shaper Volkan let out a cruel cry of joy as he pulled his chains, pouring down the molten iron above the hall and melting the unprepared warriors to the ground, causing the flame giant to burst into another wild laugh.

This angered Muradin, the dwarven prince swung his war hammer, easily smashed the golem in front of him, he roared and rushed to the forge, and the cruel flame giant saw the raider, but he did not panic, and when Muradin rushed to the forge, Volkan laughed wildly and pushed the forge, and the next moment, the slag flames reached a terrible temperature of nearly 10,000 degrees Celsius, and completely drowned the diminutive Muradin.

"Hahahaha! Stupid flesh and blood life... How dare you enter this holy temple! Die, die! ”

However, just as its wild laughter echoed through the hall of the forge, a small figure stood up in the midst of the terrifying flames of molten slag.

The whole body armor was melted Muradin stretched out his hand and threw the melted armor on his body aside, he raised his head, the diamond face flashed a hint of human mockery, the next moment, the diamond dwarf's body expanded rapidly, like an inflated balloon, under the blessing of the king of the hill's berserk state of battle, Muradin was caught behind the flaming giant's drooping beard, in the volkan's terrified scream, the diamond dwarf grabbed the scorching hammer casually, and then smashed it down.

"Bang"

With the sound of a shattered skull, Muradin lifted Volkan's flattened head up, and as he looked at the cheering dwarves in front of him, he shouted:

"Go on the offensive! Warriors! ”

"Lorcan's evil minions can't stop us! The wicked god... Can't stop us! ”

"Let him fall today!"

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors