"Whoa"

A wild roar resounded through the dead silence of Karazhan, and a huge black shadow scurried back and forth in the ruins like a lone wolf foraging for food, waving the claws in his hand, and every movement of the figure brought up a scorching blood.

Most of the orcs who came with Nao Zu were the wolf cavalry of the Thunder King clan, and they needed to use the wolf mount to exert their strongest combat effectiveness, and they were no stronger than other clans when fighting as infantry.

But Neozu and Fenris had already infiltrated Karazan and needed them to keep the rabble at bay, so the orc warriors were dying for their world.

But soon, they found out that this rabble was not easy to deal with, such as this monster in front of them!

He has the size of a human, but he is taller than the orcs, wearing a blue shirt, but his whole body is covered with gray manes, the tips of his ten fingers are sharp claws like daggers, and every bounce of his recurved legs can give him a head on the battlefield, and the wolf-like head on his neck makes the orcs feel weird and frightened.

It's a werewolf... Monsters that only appear in myths and legends.

"For Medivan! For Karazan! For the glory of the master! ”

The werewolf's eyes were red, and it was obvious that he had fallen into some kind of crazy desire to kill, he screamed, roared, wantonly set off a storm of blood among the orcs who were held back by other ghosts, and soon, the most powerful werewolf in Karazhan was no longer satisfied with killing these ordinary orcs, it jumped down from the broken platform on the second floor, and sliced the necks of the two orcs in front of him with staggered claws.

It crouched on the ground, stuck out its tongue, licked the blood from its paws, and set its eyes on the draenei death knight, who was slaying the ghost with a hammer, and it could easily tell that this female death knight was the leader of the orcs.

"Huh"

The werewolf's figure leapt from the ground and slammed into Iriel's back.

"Hahaha! I'm the Big Bad Wolf! Run! Run, little girl! ”

He laughed wildly and waved his claws, as if he had seen the tall draenei in a different place, but as he approached Ariel, the death energy that wrapped around the Death Knight exploded, and the cold frost wrapped around Iriel's body like a storm, and the physical snowflakes and hoarfrost instantly covered the surface of the werewolf's body, causing his attack to be out of shape.

"Chop! Get lost! ”

Iriel's hooves were raised high and slammed into the ground beneath her feet like cannonballs, the shattered stones were crushed at this moment, and the shockwave sent back several steps from the ghosts besieging her, taking advantage of this opportunity, Irel held the warhammer in both hands, she let out a hoarse war cry, and the moment her body turned to the side, the huge force brought by her arms, in the glow of the blood runes, slammed the warhammer into the chest of the werewolf who tried to sneak attack.

"Boom"

The werewolf flew back at a faster speed, even with its unusual physique, after receiving this furious blow, the sternum was unusually unusual, and he was almost smashed into the broken stone wall behind him, this blow of death energy completely broke the werewolf's defenses, and his scorching blood burst in the air was absorbed by the glittering runes on the warhammer, forming a blood-colored shield on the surface of Ariel's body.

"Such a crumb wants to beat me too?"

The Draenei mocked mercilessly, she didn't even look back at the big bad wolf who was already unconscious, turned around and swung the war hammer, smashing the longsword cut down by the approaching ghost hunter Artumen, and in the shadows behind her, Moros's figure appeared silently, and the two daggers in his hands stabbed Iriel's neck one left and one right, the kind of ruthlessness did not look like the guy who fought for the first time at all.

Obviously, this butler of Medivan is also very skilled in managing Karazan's affairs.

"Bell"

The staggered dagger was blocked by Iriel's swinging tail, and the sharp, poisonous blade slashed at the tail's triangular cone protection, and the sparks flew in all directions, making the sneak attack meaningless, but Moros didn't back down, he flipped his wrist, ignoring the tail cone that pierced his body, and stubbornly stabbed the dagger in his hand into Iriel's body.

"Come here, Midnight! Let's sweep this rabble to pieces! ”

In front of the Death Knight, the silent hunter Artumen shouted, and he rode on his tall armored warhorse and slammed into the flanked Irel like a knight.

"Die!"

"Bell"

Moros's fatal blow was easily distracted by a sudden appearance of the Thorn Knife Wheel when it landed on Iriel's side, and at the moment when Moros was stunned, three emerald daggers appeared from the shadows and pierced into his chest like sharp arrows, the impact of which sent Morros's body flying, and he fell to the ground, like a shadowy knife wheel, falling from the sky, almost grazing Morros's rotten cheeks and slashing into the stones.

"Hehehe, there really are two brushes."

A burst of laughter like a silver bell sounded in the current chaotic battlefield, and it couldn't help but make people feel creepy, and Moros, who had escaped death, grabbed the dagger and jumped up quickly, and the three daggers were still stuck in his chest, but he was also a dead man, and his heart was not a fatal wound.

Before the eyes of the Assassin Butler, the figure of the Blood Warden shredding the shadows, the bright red armor smeared like blood, the bright red blade cloak, and the cold eyes under the strange owl helmet, all made Moros grasp his weapon, and he sensed a mortal threat.

"Are you an intruder too?"

As soon as Moros finished speaking, the watchman in front of him disappeared in place, and he almost subconsciously turned around, his daggers staggered in front of him.

"Knort"

Sparks flew, and the sharp knife wheel that shone from behind him was less than half a finger away from his neck, and if Moros was still alive, he must have been in a cold sweat at this time.

"Bang"

On the other side, in the face of the rampage of the rampage of the Atumen's frantic charge, Iriel threw down the war hammer, she gritted her teeth and raised her hands, the powerful strength of the draenei and the body soaked by the huge power of death, at this moment, the front did not dodge and blocked the way of the war horse's charge, the death knight's arm suffered a heavy blow, the stone under her feet quickly shattered backwards, and the death knight's body was almost frantically retreated by the war horse.

But Iriel was not defeated, on the contrary, the huge force from her body made the speed of the charge of Artumen and his war horse slow down little by little, until the moment when the war horse could not maintain the power of the charge, Irel grabbed the neck of the tall death horse in front of him with both hands, and dark red energy burst out from around her body, and the solid ice gathered on the body of the death knight, bringing her explosive power.

"I'm the Knight of the Darkblade!"

"Bang"

"I am the tyrant of Tyrion!"

"Bang"

"I am... Iriel! ”

"Bang"

In the last swing, the people and horses in front of him were one, and there was a ghost knight more than 3 meters high, this behemoth covered with heavy armor, was lifted from the ground by force, and in the frightened neighing of the death war horse, even the man and the horse were thrown to the ground, and the splashed dust swept around like a storm.

"Bang"

Iriel's cold hooves stomped on the Death Hunter's chest, her shattered armor hooked, and the crystal hammer in the distance flew back into her hands in the Death Grip, and the cold-looking Draenei Death Knight grabbed the hammer with both hands, raised the weapon high, and then swung it down.

"Click"

Atumen's smashed head flew into the center of the battlefield in the stinky and rotting blood, and in the unwilling roar of Atumen's favorite death horse at midnight, the war horse stood up from the ground, and in the dust splash, a tall black shadow rode on the red war horse that originally belonged to Atumen.

The loser loses everything, and the winner takes everything, this is the privilege of the winner!

The moment Irel stormed the battlefield at midnight, the morale of the Karazan rebels almost plummeted, and the orcs, led by Irel and the Death Knights, roared and retaliated with a roar of reaction, quickly dispersing the spirits that had lost their leader.

They screamed and fled into the ruins of Karazhan, representing the complete collapse of Karazhin's first revolt.

Seeing Iriel sweep across the battlefield with unquestionable strength, the Assassin butler Moros realized that defeat was imminent, and when he couldn't escape, the bloody watcher was like a cat teasing a mouse, and every time Moros tried to escape, he would be forced back to the battlefield by the fierce attack, and the two sides were like dancing a deadly dance, and the rhythm was in the hands of the watcher.

"Yo, Tyrion's little pet is doing well... It seems that I can't play anymore, so the game... It's over! ”

The Blood Warden waved his cloak, and the sharp blades embedded in the cloak swept around him like a storm of blades, and in the storm of blades, Moros resisted with difficulty, and at the moment when the storm of blades subsided, in Moros's wide eyes, like the light of death that appeared out of nowhere, the thorny blade wheel that broke through the shadows slashed across his neck.

"Poof"

The headless corpse slammed into the corpse-strewn ground like collapsed wood, and the smoothly sliced head spun in the air several times and smashed into the battlefield, just in time to collide with the smashed head of the hunter Atumen.

"I don't remember Mr. Tyrion saying that you'd join the fray..."

Iriel, riding in the saddle of the midnight saddle of the warhorse, looked condescendingly at the Blood Warden leaning against the pillar and trimming his nails with Moros's dagger, the Draenei Death Knight's upturned nose moved, and she said in a hoarse voice:

"What the hell are you doing here?"

In the face of this undisguised hostility, Nasa flicked her fingers and said lazily:

"I'm just stopping by to see how Tyrion's little pet sets foot on the battlefield for the first time, and see if you're going to be scared and shiver."

The adjective "little pet" made the dark red light in Iriel's eyes flutter, and she asked disdainfully:

"And now you see that?"

"Well, it's barely good, and it lives up to the importance that Tyrion attaches to you."

Nasa straightened up, stretched exaggeratedly, put the blood-red armor back on, and then changed the conversation:

"I lied to you... Look, of course I'm here on a mission, you see, Tyrion gave me a secret mission, but he didn't tell you, Iriel, you're obviously not someone to be trusted in his heart, he's guarding against you, listen to me... Loyalty is good, but it also requires the use of your brain once in a while. ”

"Put away your shitty sowing discord, Nasa, Mr. Tyrion trusts me more than ten times more than you!"

Irel rolled over and dismounted, throwing the reins to the Death Knight behind her, and with the hammer on her back, she strode into the entrance to the depths of Karazhan in front of her, and as she passed by Nasa, Irel suddenly lowered her voice:

"Your hoarse plea for mercy that night was heard by many people... What do you think? The feeling of being punished must be good, right? ”

"Shut up!"

Nassa's voice became cold when the scandal was revealed, her fingers bouncing on the grip of the knife wheel, and the gaze under the owl's helmet became cold, but Irel was not frightened, she had all her emotions, and death made her stronger, her eyes blinked, and she said in a cold voice:

"You poor rat who hides in the dark and peeps at other people, everybody hates you, and Samaro has asked me to kill you more than once... But you're Mister Tyrion's shadow, and in the shadows you can't see, Miss Lumi's arrows are always pointing at your head... You see, she's been looking at you for a long time. ”

Like an old friend, Irel reached out and patted Nasa on the shoulder, and she whispered in Nassa's ear:

"Heh, do you still think you're free? Don't be stupid, if it weren't for Mr. Tyrion protecting you, Nassar, your bad personality would have killed you a long time ago, at least three times! ”

As he spoke, Irel suddenly stretched out his cold little tongue and licked the unhealed wound on Nassa's neck with malice, causing the Blood Warden's body to freeze in place.

"Don't take your life for granted, and don't think that the Knights of the Dark Blade can't live without you, look at you, you're like a childish child! I'm not threatening you, but I want to tell you something that Mr. Tyrion won't tell you... For us, loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal! ”

"And failure is acceptable, betrayal, no forgiveness! I don't want to hunt you down all over the world one day, Warden of the Darkblade, so do it yourself! ”