Yorin, who was riding a frostblade leopard towards the battlefield. Dead Eye suddenly felt his heart twitch.

Not pain, but a panic that rose within the young orc, and as a gifted warlock, he was well aware that these signs often represented something not so good.

He looked at the battlefield, and in the shining light, he seemed to see the vision of his father dying on the battlefield, which made the young man's breathing thicker.

"Sober up, Jorin!"

A deep voice rang out beside the young orc, bringing Jorin back from the cold vision, and he looked up at the old orc beside him riding a strange nightmare beast, like a black warhorse, but with icy flames burning on the horse's hooves, leaving scorched hoof prints along the way.

But even more noteworthy are the orcs riding on the Nightmare Beast... Ogrim. Hammer of Doom.

A man who should have died.

The orc chief wore a black suit of armor, shoulders adorned with the skull of the evil dragon's head, a hideous black warhammer on his back, and a near-full-coverage horned helmet on his head.

"Great Chief, you... Are you really okay? ”

Yolin couldn't help but ask, and Orgrim, who was riding the Nightmare Beast into battle, let out a low laugh:

"No, Jorin, I have a problem, and it's big... I succumbed to death, and I accepted this cursed power, and remained in the world of the living as a humble ghost, in order to preserve the last hope of the tribe... A curse, the curse that hangs over the heads of the entire orc clan, it will be lifted, just tonight. ”

And at the moment when Orgrim's words fell, a dark green pillar of fire rose up on the battlefield in front of him, and at the moment of seeing the pillar of fire, a trace of coldness flashed in Orgrim's eyes under his helmet, he stretched out his left hand and clasped it on Jorin's shoulder, and at the moment of contact, the young orc felt an indescribable cold rushing into his body along his arm, making his small half of his body and soul feel the chill to the bone.

"Bang"

Thrown on the back of the horse behind the Nightmare Beast's saddle, Orgrim muttered:

"Hold on!"

"Wow"

The Great Chief grabbed the reins of his horse, and the front hooves of the nightmare beast, which had been silent, raised, and in the midst of the black fire, the entire armored black steed seemed to trample through the air, and rushed into the sky at a great speed, and it was unusually smooth, as if it was running on an invisible land.

"Ahh

The sudden ascension caused the young orc to let out an exclamation, and the great chief who harnessed the nightmare beast shook his head:

"Everywhere death goes, even the sky... It's also a battlefield for us to gallop..."

"Hold on, kids... I'm coming..."

"We... Here it comes! ”

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"Say! Answer me! ”

The front hooves of Maronus the Destroyer stepped on Thrall's charred body, as if it were playing a clumsy game, and with the force of his front hooves, Thrall opened his mouth in pain, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out.

"Answer me! Are you going to kneel? Or to die! ”

"Sal!"

Garrosh, whose entire back was burned and flesh was blurred, grabbed Kilrog's scorching hunting stick, roared, and staggered to rush to his brother's rescue, Draranosh followed him, but before the two young orcs could get close to the Abyss Lord, they were "slapped" by the whistling halberd.

"Know who you are, rat!"

Manolos scolded disdainfully:

"It's not your turn yet..."

Once again, its gaze fell on the struggling Thrall, its ugly inverted triangular head full of mocking grins:

"You're miserable, aren't you, orcs? You don't want to bow down to me? Never mind... I'm a very generous person. ”

As he spoke, Manolos took a step back, its thick claws gripping its sharp two-headed spear, and aimed its sharp spear at Thrall in front of him, and it whispered:

"Then die, reptilian! You only deserve to be... Crush to death! ”

At the moment when the saboteur's spear roared down, a black figure fell from the sky, and in a low roar, Orgrim held the hammer in both hands, gathering all his strength, and the cold power of death was wrapped around the hammer layer by layer, making it extremely thick, and between swings, it even brought a trace of cold storm that seeped into the bone marrow.

"Put your dirty hands... Take it away! ”

"Bang"

The dark war hammer smashed the top of Manolos's head, death and evil energy collided, making the saboteur let out a strange scream, its head was smashed to the ground by the huge force, where its front hooves stepped on, the earth was bursting, it can be seen that the brute force of this blow is full, and the small half of the saboteur's head is frozen up, but the saboteur is not willing to admit defeat like this, under the pressure of that huge force, it frantically uses the war spear to support its body, so that it will not fall to the ground.

"Wow"

The black figure flickered away, and when the saboteur raised his head again, the hideous bone plate like a crown on its head had been smashed by a quarter, and it looked rather embarrassed, and under the gaze of those vicious eyes, Orgrim was placing Thrall in his arms on the ground behind him, the old orc wrapped in heavy armor stared at the saboteur in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"After you colluded with Gul'dan to distribute the curse of demonic blood to the souls of orcs, I sought you for a long time, demon... Today, I finally found you, and the only thing I regret is... I'm afraid I can't kill you here as a pure orc..."

"It's a pity..."

"Bang"

The heavy halberd in the saboteur's hand slammed into the ground, and in that earthquake-like tremor, it took a step forward, and the fire of evil energy burning in its eyes burst like this:

"Ah, finally a guy who can fight? Do you know how bored I am tonight? ”

"Come on! Fighting... I don't know what to call a fool! ”

In the face of the furious invitation of the saboteurs, Orgrim did not immediately step forward, on the contrary, he looked at the sky, as if waiting for something, he did not look at Manolos, he whispered:

"Wait, the fun of this revenge battle shouldn't be left to me alone, Maronus the Saboteur, tonight... There are a lot of "old friends" who will come to play with you... Until you're having fun. ”

"Click"

Under the darkness of the night, the sky of Mount Hyjal was like glass shattered by some force, and at this moment endless cracks appeared in the sky, reflecting blue-purple light, as if the passage between another world and the present world was opened.

"Wow"

Carrying a blood-roaring battle axe entwined in black fire, and wearing a set of clan-style black armor, Grom stepped out of the sky and fell into the battlefield below like a meteor, and in the sound of the horn blowing from nowhere, the warsong chieftain who had received the power of death landed on his feet, and in the shaking of the ground, he raised his head, and his black eyes stared at the destroyer in front of him like an evil volcano:

"On the Kil'Gardan throne, I was the first orc chief to drink the blood of demons, but tonight, I am honored to be able to solve the disaster I have caused."

"Bang"

The bloody roar of the tomahawk, covered in black flames, was held in Grom's hand, and he said in a deep voice:

"It's time to settle the score, Manolos, I, Gromache. Hell roars, I am here on behalf of the countless unjust souls of the Warsong Clan that you have destroyed! ”

"Is it just the two of you?"

Manolos felt from the blow just now that the power of Ogrim, who was added to death, was not as good as it, so even if the two guys were combined, it was not impossible to deal with, but it might take a little effort... A small price.

But how could the Abyss Lord, who was madly thirsting for destruction and battle, retreat from battle?

Its massive dragon-like body took a step forward, its burning evil energy enveloping it, and its deep voice resounded across the battlefield:

"I vividly remember how you rats shared my blood in that pathetic little world... So, there were so many rats at that time, and now you are the only two of you who dare to stand in front of me? Is this the courage of you orcs? Bah! ”

"Sorry, I'm late..."

Just as Maloneus's words fell, a hoarse voice sounded behind it, and the saboteur turned around to see Kargas, who had just been burned with only one breath left. The Blade Fist also climbed up from the ground, and a black flame quickly covered his body like a lit flame, and then burned out in the next moment, and what remained in place turned into an orc wearing black leather armor, wearing a skull mask, and both hands turned into a flaming black fist blade.

The sound of the urn of the Cagas urn came from under the skull's visor:

"I, Kargas. Blade Fist, I am returning from death on behalf of the Broken Hand Clan, just for tonight's judgment! ”

"And me... Ah, it hurts! ”

Chief Fenris of the Thunder King Clan, who had been burned alive to protect the three young men, also stood up from the place where he had died in battle, and like Kargas, the black flames reshaped his body in extreme time and gave him a new hideous appearance.

Like a death hunter, with his skull-adorned chain mail, and his black spider-like helmet, and the spear behind him, he moved his hands, sharp black metal claws piercing out of his fists, and in the reflection of the black fire, Fenris's eyes reflected a deadly frost.

"In my name, the Thunder King clan will participate in tonight's trial... Manolos, saboteur ... In the name of Draenor..."

"Sentence you... Death penalty! ”

Kilrog. Deatheye moved his neck and finished what Fenris had not finished, it was obvious that the old chief of the Blood Ring Clan, like his brother, had accepted the gift of death, and his armor was lighter than that of Orgrim, but the decoration on the black armor showed Kilrog's fanatical pursuit of death.

After completing the Dead Eye ritual, everyone in the Dead Eye family was able to see the illusion of death, which was itself a death-seeking orc bloodline, and now, he embraced death and drew new strength from it.

Kilrog reached out to Garrosh, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and the latter handed him the hunting stick that belonged to Kilrog, and the moment it returned to its owner, black flames wrapped around it, making it even more ferocious and deadly.

"The Blood Ring Clan... Join this trial! We've been waiting for too long..."

"Wow"

A door filled with the power of death opened on the battlefield, and Drektar, a sage of death with black strips of cloth in both eyes, wearing a black robe, holding a skull hammer in one hand and a pale soul-attracting lamp in the other, slowly walked out of the mists of death.

He "looked" at the unconscious Sal, and he sighed, this always wise shaman, the elder who single-handedly introduced Sal to the way of the shaman, said in a voice like an autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves:

"The Frostwolf Clan... Hereon! Trial... Go on! ”

Six Death Chiefs representing different clans surrounded the destroyer Maloneos, who had stopped speaking wildly, and the scorching temperature before this battlefield had become extremely cold due to the convergence of the power of death, and even the earth was covered with a layer of frost and snow, and just before the final battle began, a cold wind blew across the battlefield, and at the moment of the cold wind, a voice similar to a shadow appeared in everyone's ears.

"The Shadowmoon Clan... Nao Zu... Join the trial! ”

At the moment of this voice, Tyrande, the High Priestess of the Moon, who had just seriously injured the demonic assassin Akali, raised her head suddenly, and she could feel that a terrible spirit appeared on the battlefield in the form of a will incarnation, and even she felt trembling because of the death that pervaded the spirit.

For the rest of the battlefield, a dark fog had completely enveloped the area, and no one could see what was happening in the fog.

"In the name of the Orc civilization of Draenor... Brothers, the curse of demonic blood will end tonight, and the orcs will be truly free... Just tonight..."

"The root of all evil, the beginning of calamity, it is at hand... Come, brothers, for the sins it has committed in the past... Shred it! ”

The moment the last battle of its life began, Malones the Destroyer raised its head with a feeling, this ugly and hideous demon had already sensed it, it was doomed tonight, but what it couldn't figure out was... Who is in charge of all this?

And just as it looked up, it saw... All this, behind the scenes.

The Great Lord Tyrion sat in the throne where the power of death gathered, above the dark night sky, he was very relaxed with his legs crossed, leaning on the back of the throne, his left hand on the armrest, his fingers tapping gently, Tyrion's ice-blue eyes looked at the destroyer below, and there was calm and indifference in his eyes, like a god looking down on the world.

He tossed the glass full of wine in his right hand to the ground as if he were saying goodbye to a corpse.

"Bang"

The glass full of fine wine shattered at this moment, and the deep sound was like the last evening bell... Ring.

"Manolos, Saboteur..."

"Good night..."

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