It has been 3 days since Orgrim was caught, he has no idea what is going on in the outside world, he is trapped in this underground beast den, guarded by a dozen elf chicks, in fact, the elves even have to guard this orc chieftain, because he is already very weak.

There was something strange that was draining his already small amount of life force, and Orgrim could always feel that his life flame had become very weak, like a candle in the wind.

The cage-like scene in front of him was not the end of his fate, he had fantasized countless times that he should die on the battlefield, but when he actually reached the end of his life, Orgrim was no longer obsessed with it, and at this time, he was more worried about the dirt between the orcs and elves, especially after he himself knew about those disgusting plots.

But he couldn't tell... Not just because of the long period of coma, but also because the elves here wouldn't listen to him at all, even if it was the truth.

The creatures of war are blind, and even the wisest are overwhelmed by the flames of war, and the elves think they are wise, but they are also members of mortal life... Underneath their languid exterior, their belligerent desires are no weaker than those of orcs.

"Bang"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground woke up the groggy Orgrim, and the great chieftain, who was bound by the vines, opened his eyes sharply to see an elven guard with his throat cut falling at his feet in an eerie manner, the blood flowing on the ground, reflecting Orgrim's weak, withered face.

The Great Chief looked up and saw the killer staggering forward in the darkness... Miara. Higo, the poor elf whose mind has been captured by the Old Gods, Orgrim saw her struggle to her knees in front of Azhara... This is also a poor man.

But now, this weak elf, whose life has burned to the end, will probably be the one who ends Orgrim's life.

"The host's... will..."

General Rige, whose face was covered in blood and covered in wounds, raised her head, and at the edge of that chaotic eye socket, she had already left tears of blood, perhaps, this was Miyala. In the face of the power of the ancient gods, the last struggle.

"It will happen!"

Sunsong roared like a beast, and she threw herself down on Orgrim's chest, the sharp dagger piercing Orgrim's chest at this moment, and the orc Great Chief wanted to roar, but he couldn't even make a roar.

Two beings, in an intimate and eerie posture, quietly leaning together, in this dimly lit dungeon... Silently waiting for death.

However, just as Orgrim's consciousness entered chaos, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, as if it was greeting him.

"Orgrim from the Blackstone clan of Draenor. Hammer of Doom..."

"Your indomitable will and the raging fire of war are a testament to your prowess and to the fact that you are a true, qualified warrior..."

"Your soul belongs to the Darkblade Legion..."

"Your mission in this world is not yet over, and I will give you and my strength... And what I want to know is..."

"Will you accept it?"

The voice was so clear that Ogrim, who was dying, opened his eyes as if he had returned to the light, and there was nothing in front of him, but there was some kind of illusion in front of him.

In the drifting darkness, an eerie death-like creature was silently suspended in the air, like some messenger.

Beneath the man's ragged hood, on the "face" filled with black mist, a pair of dark red eyes were watching him, as if waiting for his answer.

"Tyrion... Orcs and elves, I must..."

"That's your business... I just need to know, will you accept my power? Are you willing to trade your soul for the hope you want? ”

The High Lord's languid voice sounded again, and Orgrim was silent, and after a few seconds, he stretched out his hand with difficulty:

"Come on!"

"Wow"

The calm darkness dispersed like rippling waves of water at this moment, and a whole 13 Grim Reapers, revolving back and forth around Orgrim's weakened body, and finally "poured" into his old body one by one, the illusion and pain of the overlapping souls made Orgrim let out a roar like a beast, and the black cold mist wrapped around his body, and soon, everything about the orc was completely drowned, as if it was like a black cocoon.

And dozens of seconds later, a palm with a hand armor with black energy convergence pierced through the black mist, completely tearing the entire black cocoon, Orgrim, who was wearing a set of death dragon armor, strode out of it, the dark power escaped from every corner of his body, and when he raised his head, those eyes had turned completely black, like a black hole that absorbed all the light.

"Buzz"

Orgrim parted his fingers, and a black warhammer appeared in his hand, and the orc glanced back at Miyara, who was lying on the ground and had lost all her life. Rige, he shook his head, carried the war hammer, and strode out of the dark place.

And the cold consciousness of the Great Lord still seems to remain here, and in the activity of his consciousness, a god resembles Miara. Rige's soul was extracted from the cold body, and the soul seemed to be in pain, and there was a purple halo like a parasite, parasitic in the depths of this soul.

"Ah, a trembling soul, what an interesting one... Do you want to go back to the World Tree? Poor little one? ”

"Hehe, I'm sorry, you can't go back, soul who committed the sin of weakness, the only place you can go is mine... Hell..."

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"Bang Bang"

A terrifying roar of torn cloth and low thunder resounded across the battlefield at the fork in the road leading from Ashenvale to Felwood Forest, and it was not the first time that the elven sentries from Feathermoon Fortress had used this thermal weapon developed by the Human Empire, and while these things were far less accurate than the sniper bows they used, this steel weapon was much better than the war bow on the battlefield of quantitative warfare.

An elven wing, led by the commander, is clearing the battlefield of the remnants of the demons with the cannon mounted on the wildebeest chariot, this glade called Wolf Howl Valley is a strategic point leading from the Gray Valley to the Felwood Forest, in order to take it, the artillery of the Stormgard Kingdom has projected at least 400 cannonballs into this clearing, the demons here have long been shattered by the cannonballs falling from the sky, and they are no longer much of a threat when they flee in all directions in iron and fire.

On the battlefield further ahead, the Seventh Legion is frantically using artillery to open the way, and the roar brought by the salvo fire again and again makes the Ash Valley Forest, which has been quiet for 10,000 years, sway, and the subsequent hundreds of land war steam chariots painted with the insignia of the Kingdom of Gilneth are frantically squeezing the positions of the demons.

In this narrow and evil-filled forest area, nearly 100,000 legions of humans, orcs, elves, and boarmen are trying to open the battlefield of the demon-occupied Felwood Forest, but although the army of the Human Empire is using all means to increase its firepower, their fledgling engineering industry is obviously unable to provide them with a terrifying firepower projection like the Dark Blade.

But fortunately, the arms dealers from the Black Iron District always bring a lot of alternative artillery, although it is not as good as the regular products of the Dark Blade, but it is actually quite easy to use on this kind of battlefield against demons... If the quality is not enough, then the quantity will make up.

"Bang"

With a low roar, half of the head of a high-ranking succubus who was trying to sneak up on the advancing wing was torn open by a sniper bullet, and her slender and charming body seemed to have been punched hard by an invisible heavy punch, and her entire body flew backwards.

"Click"

With two crisp sounds, the scorching cartridge case was withdrawn from the chamber, and a new, brass-colored pointed bullet mixed with a trace of holy silver was pressed onto the chamber. Shogun Hazuki stood in a standing position on the hills of Wolf Howl Valley, searching for prey worthy of her to shoot across the battlefield.

The black sniper rifle in her hand doesn't look like a cheap item used by ordinary soldiers, the quaint shape of this thing is very much in line with Santis's shooting habits, and its accuracy is also amazing, thanks to the precision, acceleration and bursting runes engraved on the inside of the gun, this thing still maintains an unimaginable accuracy and lethality at a distance of 3500... This was already the farthest distance that General Santis could shoot with his Horned Eagle Bow.

This thing is General Santis's "new favorite", she called it "Black Lightning", which she ordered from Hesuo, an arms dealer in the Black Iron District, at the cost of three Elven Diamonds handed down from the time of Empress Aishara, if calculated by a special weapon classification model, this almost includes all the advanced military technology in the entire Black Iron District, how can it be regarded as an epic weapon.

"Santis! Shantis! ”

The voice of Lunara, the eldest daughter of the forest, reached the ears of General Santis, who had entered sniper mode, and Santis's finger pulled the trigger again just before Lunara, who was rushing up the hill at the speed of a deer charge.

"Bang"

1,500 meters away, a bloody glint appeared on the chest of an Ereda High Warlock who had just come out of the small portal, and Santis could even see his stunned expression, which made General Hazuki feel a strange joy, she enjoyed the feeling of hunting, and most importantly, compared to the sniper bow that would make her arm sore dozens of times, this cute gadget in her hand could support her to hunt until she ran out of bullets.

"What's wrong? Lunara? ”

Santis carried her sniper rifle behind her back, she brushed her long hair, and looked at her good friend, Lunara, who was still holding a wooden war spear, the way the dryad fought determined that she couldn't use too many hot weapons, but on the belt of the eldest daughter of the forest, the row of black high-explosive holy silver grenades hanging there would definitely make the demon who underestimated her suffer a big loss.

"Battle report! I received a battle report from the front! ”

The eldest daughter of the forest said anxiously:

"There is a breach in the defense line of Mount Hyjal, the demons have crossed the first line of defense and are storming the second line of defense, the whole of Mount Hyjal is alarmed, and the Black Sea... Naga appeared on the Black Coast! There are a lot of them, they have also landed on the coast of Ashenvale, and are now marching towards Astranna, where there are still some civilians who have not been transferred. ”

Astranna, that is the largest city of the Night Elves in the Ashen Valley, hearing these two bad news, Santis's previous good mood completely disappeared, the Night Elves' southern commander rubbed his forehead and thought for a moment, she said to Lunara:

"Deliver a request for me, Lunara, and only your Dryad can be so fast to have the orcs from the Stonetalon Mountains travel to Astrana through the Stonetalon Trail to defend against the Naga, Mount Hyjal... I'll go there! ”

"Are you alone?"

The eldest daughter of the forest looked at her friend with some concern, and Santis sighed and said to Lunara:

"Of course, I'm not the only one, but to open the road to Felwood Forest, even if it relies on the super firepower of humans, it will take at least 2 days, and we can't wait that long... I must use the leapfrog tactics to get back to Mount Hyjal as fast as I can, and don't forget, Rige has betrayed us, and the omission in that position is likely to be caused by her, and I must rush back! ”

"Whew!"

Just as Santis spoke, a low roar resounded throughout the battlefield, and Santis looked behind her, and between the huge green pillars of light, a behemoth appeared on the battlefield where the Seventh Legion and the demons were fighting, and behind her, Lunara shouted with joy:

"Lord Agamagam is here! It didn't give up on us... Even if we... Even if we do something wrong. ”

"yes, Wilderness Demigods..."

Santis watched as the mighty Agamagan lowered her head and began to open the scene of the crazy Musou mowing among the demons, and the mixed army of humans and orcs that quickly rushed behind Agamagan, a hint of darkness flashed in her beautiful eyes, but it was fleeting.

"With the help of Aga Magan, the battlefield in the Felwood Forest is no longer a problem, listen to me, Luna, go and deliver the news immediately, Astrana can't fall..."

After saying that, Santis whistled loudly, and a purple, huge horned eagle beast embellished with gems roared down from the sky and landed beside General Santis, General Hazuki turned over and rode his horned eagle beast, she looked back at the eldest daughter of the forest, she smiled:

"Protect yourself, Lunara, after the war is over, in Mount Hyjal, I treat you to a great meal..."

The strong smell of gunsmoke reached Santis' nostrils as the eagle flapped its wings, and the cold wind whipped against Santis's visor, and under the bat-like blindfold, Santis stared at the end of the night in the war-shrouded Fywood Forest, the tall mountain that also shone in the darkness.

Mount Hyjal... A sacred place for elves.

A stubborn glint flashed in Santis's eyes:

"Wait for me, Mother..."

"Waiting for me to save you..."