"Then there is only one way. Let's try our old tricks again. Someone wants to stay! I will stay!"...

Danas hit the palm of his left hand hard with his right fist. "The orcs are now within easy reach!" he shouted, "All we need to do now is rush in and find them!"

"A wise choice," Kurdran agreed. "They should know we're in pursuit by now."

Danas looked back at his soldiers and said, "Attack immediately!"

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"For the Sons of Lothar!" Danaus hit an orc in the throat, and continued to swing his weapon, piercing the heart of another orc.

A one-eyed orc stepped forward and appeared in front of him. There was no eyepatch on the blind eye, but the other eye stared at Danas without fear.

"I am Kilrogg Deadeye," the orc said proudly. One of his hands struck his left chest, and the other hand grasped a strange long-handled weapon. "I am Blood.

Chief of the Ring Clan. I am here to stop you from advancing, so... you will die here."

Danas looked at him carefully. Judging from the few strands of white hair and wrinkles on his face, Kilrogg was already very old. Despite this, he was still very strong, and his standing posture revealed the look of a warrior.

Noble Danas responded to him unconsciously in the same tone.

"Well," Darnath replied, raising his sword in salute to the enemy. "I am Darnath Trollbane, Commander of the Alliance armies. I will move on, and neither will you.

The last orc I killed!" After saying that, Danas rushed forward, with the shield in his hand protecting him in front, and the long sword in his hand, already slashing downwards.

Kilrogg blocked the blow.

Danas' movements did not pause at all. He smashed the shield against Kilrogg's chest with all his strength. The orc staggered back. The sword swung again, aiming at the side of the orc. The blade of the sword hit Kilrogg.

A gash was opened slightly above Ge's waist, and the blood that flowed out made the chief of the Blood Circle clan groan.

However, the pain did not slow down the orcs. Kilrogg immediately fought back, hammering Danas' shield with his thick fist. The hard metal left a dent, and Danas was unable to stand.

After stabilizing, the orc chief waved his weapon again and attacked at the bottom of the shield. Danas jumped back and avoided the fatal blow.

The eyes of both parties met after they distanced themselves. Both of them knew that the other party was an evenly matched opponent.

At the same time, Kurdran was concentrating on attacking from above. With the Storm Hammer in hand, the Wildhammer dwarf gave the numerous orcs a headache with just one person.

Kilrogg had a panoramic view of all this. His warriors were falling quickly, and he also found that he had been surrounded. He roared angrily and began to charge, not towards Danaus, but towards the people around him.

A group of humans. With lightning speed, two Alliance soldiers fell to the ground, blood spattered all over the ground, while other humans gathered around, trying to deal with the enraged orc leader. He smashed Danas'

The soldiers were cut down one by one. The Bleeding Ring Chief was almost alone now. Despite this, he had no intention of giving up. Danas knew that the tall orc was willing to sacrifice himself to buy enough time for Ner'zhul.

"You failed, human. Ner'zhul has already taken a step ahead and went to the Black Temple to release his spell. Now, you can no longer stop him."

"In the name of the Holy Light, at least you can't help him anymore!" Danas started to attack again, and his anger gave him strength, allowing him to keep waving his sword, but every attack was blocked by the cunning orc warrior.

Block. Kilrogg grabbed the opponent's shield with his left hand and pushed it away.

"You need to work harder, human," Kilrogg held the weapon in both hands and swung it towards Danaus' face, then reversed the direction and struck again, forcing the human to retreat, otherwise he would

Separate yourself from your own head.

When the next battle ax was swung, Danas quickly squatted down, pushed his shield upwards, and hit Kilrogg's arms hard, causing the orc to lose his balance. Danas took advantage of the victory and pursued, wearing

The sword thrust out and hit the orc in the abdomen. He was surprised that he could actually succeed like this.

Kilrogg roared and smashed his forearm down. Danas took a few steps back. Now, the wound on Kilrogg's abdomen was bleeding continuously, but that seemed to only anger him.

Danas held the sword in both hands and ran straight towards Kilrogg. His sword was slightly higher than his shoulders. Just as the orc chief stepped forward to fight, Danas suddenly stopped and swung his long sword.

The sword drew an arc and struck Kilrogg's blind spot.

The shining blade hit the orc's neck and slit his throat. Kilrogg knelt down, his hands holding the weapon did not let go. He laughed evilly... and his vision gradually blurred.

"Finally, this is what I saw..."

Blade's Edge Mountain

"We are almost close," Khadgar said. Their team stopped for a break and took the opportunity to replenish some precious water.

After leaving Hellfire Citadel, they went all the way north, around the wild coastline to the east. Looking around, they still saw the cracked earth, withered vegetation and trees. The desolation of the Draenor continent was disgusting.

.

They were in a large mountain range, but Khadgar had never seen such mountains in his life. There were peaks all around, and there were protruding stone thorns on the cliff walls, extending in all directions. It looked very disturbing.

Comfortable.

Khadgar reached out casually, wanting to touch the stone thorn closest to him. But before he touched it, the mage stopped. "The Skull of Gul'dan is here!"

"Are you sure?" Turalyon asked.

"I'm sure." Now, even without searching for it specifically, Khadgar could feel its existence in his mind when he closed his eyes.

"Very well," Turalyon raised his warhammer and looked at the stone spikes everywhere. "I've had enough of this place."

"Wait, something's wrong!" Khadgar pulled Turalyon and motioned for him to be quiet.

Some kind of flapping sound, it was wings! But it was sharper than the flapping sound of any bird he had ever heard.

"Dragon!" he shouted. Khadgar grabbed Turalyon and pulled his friend down with him. A roar and a hiss came from behind him. His arms burned with pain, and his sleeves

There was a smoking hole on the top, and the skin under the hole was badly burned. Khadgar was gasping in pain. The hissing sound was still coming.

Turalyon raised his head and saw several large black shadows moving among the mountains, swooping down. "Shield up!" he shouted, standing up. "Ready weapons!"

The black dragons that were attacking them were about the same size as a horse. Their heads were small, and there were only a few spikes scattered on their backs. Khadgar realized that they were still immature.

"Young dragon!" He raised the staff in his hand and warned Turalyon. Those black dragons were hovering in the air, preparing to launch a second wave of attacks. "They are not strong."

The soldiers' spirits were shaken. They all waved their weapons vigorously, attacking the young dragons, and squatted down from time to time to avoid their sharp claws and small amounts of lava the size of their fists.

Turalyon was about to praise Khadgar for his insight, but the ground under his feet suddenly began to shake continuously, making it difficult for him to stand still, while everyone around him was trying their best to maintain balance.

"Holy Light!" Turalyon's eyes widened, completely unable to explain what he saw in words. To Khadgar's left...!

A creature completely ignored the numerous stone thorns and went straight through it. It looked terrifying, almost twice as tall as an ordinary ogre, and its skin was thicker and as hard as rock. It had large ridges on its arms and shoulders.

A strange pattern. There are many black spikes on its back, arranged in a straight line, like small mountains, and there are more spikes on its upper arms and shoulders. However, its face

There was only one eye, the mouth was open, the teeth were long and pointed, and the shining single eye looked around, and finally looked at them.

"Invaders!" the giant beast shouted, and the power of this roar alone was enough to cause the rocks around them to crack. "Destroy them!"

More similar figures emerged from the stone forests to the east and west. These monsters moved towards the Alliance soldiers, laughing and roaring.

"Wait!" Khadgar shouted. The creatures stopped completely. Turalyon wondered if the mage's words were convincing? But the Paladin praised the Holy Light in his heart. These creatures can talk, and they are not completely silent.

Reason. "We are not here to offend you!"

"Offence? You are offending me right now!" the creature roared. It spoke very slowly, but its movements did not hesitate at all and continued to move forward.

"Okay! It's no use at all." Turalyon said, "Besides, those young dragons are here again."

When the baby dragon was flying in the air and preparing to attack, the monster's attention was also diverted to the attack from the sky. Khadgar never thought that he would feel lucky to see the dragon.

The monsters randomly twisted off the surrounding giant cone-shaped thorns and threw them towards the flying dragons in the air, knocking them down from the air with ease, and then trampled those beasts with their huge feet.

And their huge leader was even more powerful. He just raised his hand and easily grabbed a black baby dragon. He stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed the baby dragon in one bite, and then chewed a few more.

This time, he also swallowed the black dragon's wings into his mouth, and finally swallowed them all.

"This..." Turalyon said, but he shouldn't use any words to describe what he just saw. He subconsciously lowered his weapon and tried not to provoke those monsters.

He had just stabilized his breathing, but the ground began to shake again. Only this time, Turalyon clearly felt that it was not a huge thing moving, but the sound of flapping wings coming from the air, echoing in the narrow

In the valley, some stone thorns were even broken into powder.

The largest monster moved its huge head backwards, and opened its big mouth full of fangs. He began to roar, as if he knew the reason for the tremors on the ground.

Everyone held their breath, and they all felt something approaching. The feeling was suffocating. Turalyon had a feeling that the coming threat was more terrifying than these tall monsters. In fact, he was right.

.

It swallowed up the sunlight like a black curtain, and its huge body shrouded the chaotic battlefield. Every time its black wings mixed with lava flapped, it would send down a heat wave, and the steel embedded in its body made a "crunching" sound that impacted the souls of all living creatures on the ground.

.The lower jaw, the triangular head, the broken horns, and the red eyes, its arrival just like its name announces the end of everything! Humans, monsters, and even the remaining black dragons, all that is left to them is

fear.

Khadgar opened his eyes wide, and he didn't know where the strength came from to allow him to open his mouth and shout, "Deathwing!"

"Deathwing? Here!"

Turalyon was frightened like everyone else. They knew that the black dragon clan had formed an alliance with the Horde, and that some black dragons had passed through the Dark Portal and came to Draenor, but they failed, and they did not even dare to imagine that the black dragons

The most powerful elder will appear here.

The dragon landed, and it was unforgettable. Deathwing was so big that it was unbelievable. Compared to Deathwing, those baby dragons were ridiculous. Khadgar could hardly accept this fact, even though he had

He was completely shocked, but he still noticed that the black dragon was holding up his left paw, bending it inward, holding something.

"The Head of Gul'dan!" Khadgar said to Turalyon. "The head is in his hand!"

Turalyon's voice trembled unconsciously as he spoke a terrible truth: "But how do we get it?"

Deathwing folded his huge wings, raised his neck high, and looked fiercely at the people below, his eyes flashing with angry red light. The remains of the black dragon were everywhere!

"My heir!" the dragon roared angrily, his voice like metal cutting bones, and the anger was mixed with grief. He raised his tail and smashed it down hard, and the ground suddenly cracked.

A mouthful. "You crawlers who don't know how to live or die! I want you to devour them all, and I will let you know what real torture and madness are!"
To be continued...