"Grom! Though Nicholas is gone, though Kael'thas is not there, we have more orc warriors! Azgalor is inferior to Manolos, we can definitely kill him! Orcs never give in! Thrall summoned an elemental storm and swept through the dense undead in front of him, while looking in the direction of the Alliance base:

Could it be that Gianna and the Human Alliance have failed? Otherwise, how could the Burning Legion rush here so quickly?

Is the Burning Legion really that strong? Killed a Manolos, and an Azgalor who was not much weaker than him! And the Doomsday Lord flying in the sky: Kazloga!

These are two infinitely close to demigod-level existences, their strength is too strong, every move is with a strong evil energy flame, the shadow energy is gushing like an ocean, most orcs, ogres, and minotaur warriors dare not approach at all, just one swing, can cause damage like a landslide, the most burly minotaur in front of them, nothing!

Although the bipedal wyvern has been domesticated, and although there are orc warriors who ride dragons to fight in the sky, the Doom Guardian can also fly!

Dozens or hundreds of Doom Guards, as well as a large number of gargoyles, and five or six frost dragons, blocked the entire sky, and the Wind Knight riding a two-legged wyvern was already the most heroic warrior of the tribe, but still unable to fight the Doom Guards, let alone those huge frost dragons.

They are completely suppressed!

With the strength of the four leaders, he can barely compete with Azgalor, but the Doomsday Lord in the sky can no longer deal with it.

"Thrall! I said I should bring Blox and Wallock! And those shamanic prophets! Blox and Walok are much stronger than Nicholas! With them, we can kill Azgalor! ”

Grom's eyes were red and he was furious.

He held the blood roar in his hand, but because of the disappearance of the blood contract, he did not have the bonus of demonic power on his body, and now he was no longer a high-level legendary sword saint who was almost at the peak of mortals, but an ordinary legendary sword master.

It may be much stronger than those fireblade sword masters who are not worthy of the name, and even stronger than the most terrifying sword saint that the orcs have ever been, the masochistic and sadistic "Kargas Blade Fist", but when facing the leader of the Abyss Lord of Azgalor's level, he feels a little weak.

It's true...... It's hard to deal with!

It's true...... Some nostalgia for the original power, even if it is contaminated with evil power, it will make people crazy, but it also makes people so intoxicated and reluctant!

Especially this feeling of having and then losing, it really makes orcs uncomfortable!

"Our base camp is to be guarded too! So many orcs still need to be taken care of! Durotar can't be lost, it's orc territory! Kalimdor is full of beasts and enemies! Only the brothers Drektar, Itreig and Sarufar can be trusted! Only they reassured me! Sal's voice rang out.

His voice was accompanied by thunder.

Imbued with Thunder's Fury, the Hammer of Doom shone with a blinding white light, and then, propelled by the wind, struck Azgalor faster than the feathered arrows, leaving scorching scars on its body, but not critically wounded.

The hammer of destruction slashed through the sky like lightning and returned to Thrall's hand, the force of the massive recoil causing him to stagger back five or six steps, his face surging with blood.

Although Azgalor is not as good as Manolos, he is still a high-level legendary creature that surpasses ordinary legends, and is qualified to challenge the existence of demigods! The two-headed abyssal giant blade in his hand was really terrifying, it seemed to contain an endless aura of cold and acid, even if it was only within fifty meters, it would be damaged by ice and corrosion, which ordinary orcs could not bear at all.

"Luckily, there are still them!" Thrall's eyes fell on the two leaders who were fighting alongside them.

A tall and mighty minotaur chieftain, carrying two totem poles that increase strength and speed, and holding that absolutely legendary-level rune spear in his hand, each stab will leave a wound on Azgalor's body more than ten centimeters deep, causing far more damage than himself.

He is the Minotaur chief "Kane Bloodhoof", the strongest of the Minotaur clan.

And beside him, there is another equally tall and powerful minotaur, that is the patriarch of the Rune Totem Clan, a friend of Kane Bloodhoof: Hamuel Rune Totem.

Although Hamuel does not qualify for the legend, he is also a terrific minotaur warrior, second only to Kane in terms of prestige and combat effectiveness.

On the other side, a seven-foot-tall, blue-skinned, slightly emaciated-looking creature, hunched over, holding a slightly stingy-looking dagger in his hand.

He is the patriarch of the Darkspear Troll Clan: Wojin, a terrific Shadowhunter who specializes in the unique voodoo art of the Troll Clan, and has almost reached the pinnacle of Shadowhunter in this regard, is a great legendary powerhouse.

Woking's healing spells are very powerful, even stronger than those of Thrall himself. Because of the presence of other troll witch doctors, the survival rate of the orc warriors at the forefront has increased by at least thirty percent!

It was the existence of a few of them that stubbornly blocked the crazy attacks of demons and undead, and blocked the almost invincible Azgalor.

So, who's going to deal with Kazloga?

A shadow appeared in Sal's mind.

Is it also this level of attack that the Human Alliance is facing on the Human Alliance's side?

He didn't know much about the strength of the Human Alliance Expeditionary Force, but he also knew that without a few legendary powerhouses to contain it, the crowd tactics would be meaningless, and no one could resist the attack of demons at the level of Azgalor, and the Human Alliance might have been wiped out, right?

Then, it's going to be the turn of the newborn tribe, right?

The fate of the orcs is so miserable?

Sal's face changed suddenly.

He looked into the distance and saw a dense black shadow, it was the Dreaddemon!

There were hundreds of Dreaddemons flying in, and there was an extremely terrifying figure among them, which was the Dreadlord Annetheron!

So, was the Human Alliance destroyed by Anatheron?

Otherwise, how could Annetheron appear?

Now, three demons close to the demigod level have gathered, how can the tribe resist it?

Sal's hand trembled slightly.

Why is the fate of the orcs so miserable? This isn't the orc world, so the world is so cold to us?

Tell me, O elementals, what we're doing wrong!

Who will save the orcs?

At this moment, his face changed again, and he suddenly looked back and saw a large teleportation circle appear in the open space in the center of the base, and hundreds of humans, dwarves, and high elves came out, and Thrall's face became much better.

Because among those humans, he saw Gianna, the legendary dwarven musketeer "General Hermet Necinvari", and the human general from Stormwind.

On top of that, he also saw the young Count who helped them kill Manolos and free the orcs:

"Nicholas!"

Seeing that the combat effectiveness of the human race was well preserved, Sal understood: the human alliance did not fail, they just retreated strategically, and they did not abandon the orcs, they came to help!

And since Nicholas is here, then there is hope!

"Gianna, General Hemmit, Miss Rhona, General Halford, go to the rear and deal with the demons and undead who are raiding there! You'll also have to work with the Troll Hunter to deal with enemies from the sky! ”

Jiang Zao held the sword in one hand, walked out of the teleportation array, and rushed towards Azgalor like thunder, and the cold voice resounded throughout the tribal camp: "Uncle Chen, help the tribe!" In ten minutes, we're going to finish this disgusting big ass! ”