Menethil's Power

Chapter 62

Isaacs still underestimated Doomhammer's determination. The warchief couldn't tolerate Gul'dan's betrayal at all, and the anger of revenge would only grow stronger in his heart.

The flames of the red dragon opened the way for the tribe. After several days of bloody battles, they finally broke through the blockade of the human coalition forces and retreated hastily from Silverpine Forest to Hillsbrad Hills.The casualties were extremely heavy, and only half of the orcs could retain their fighting power, and none of the dragoons survived—those dwarf griffin riders had learned how to effectively deal with these clumsy dragon beasts.

The offense and defense were reversed in just one month. Doomhammer clearly realized that the plan to conquer the northern continent had completely failed. The only thing the tribe could do was to retreat to the southern continent and wait for the opportunity.Fortunately, the tribe's naval power did not suffer too much loss, and still maintained the basic establishment, so the tribe was not completely defeated.

It's time, then, to make Gul'dan pay the price.

Before becoming a death knight, Taron Gorefiend was Gul'dan's right-hand man, so he roughly understood the warlock's thoughts, "His destination is an island in the endless sea in the west." The death knight told Doomhammer : "There seems to be something on it that he desperately wants."

Doomhammer immediately dispatched a pursuit team, even in the face of a massive Alliance attack.Forced to accept the errand, the Blackhand brothers, the sons of a former chieftain, had long been viewed as unstable by Doomhammer. "Bring me back that warlock's head," Doomhammer ordered.

So this small fleet full of the most elite warriors of the Blackstone clan set off. There was only one main armored ship and four frigates.Miraculously, they did not attract the attention of the Kul Tiras fleet that was confronting the Horde's main fleet, and luckily followed the trail left by Gul'dan all the way to the Broken Shore.Compared with the original timeline, they arrived at least half a month later.

Red Blackhand stared at this island hidden in the night, and his keen intuition as a heroic warrior told him that there seemed to be something evil hidden here, and he couldn't help frowning. "I'll take a small team to explore the island, and you and the others will stay behind." He ordered to his brother.

Maim Blackhand nodded without any objection, he always respected his elder brother.

Red took a small group of orc warriors into the assault boat.When he set foot on this weird island, his inner anxiety became more and more serious, because what he stepped on was not the wet land as expected, but a solid stone slab.

He looked around and was surprised to see none of the trees that are common on other islands, and it was covered with green seaweed and occasionally a few corals, as if the island had been in the deep sea not so long ago.

It's not impossible, raising an island is not difficult for that powerful warlock.Red made a gesture of safety to the soldiers behind him, and the group moved forward cautiously.

Obviously, an intelligent race once lived here, because there will be a ruin every other distance.Judging from the remaining architectural styles and murals, this once intelligent race had a rather brilliant civilization.

Just when Red Blackhand was carefully observing a well-preserved mural, trying to obtain some useful information, there was a commotion in the orc team, "Locks! Lockes is gone!"

There are attackers!Reid Blackhand suddenly became alert. He sniffled, and he smelled a faint smell of blood. It seemed that Lockes was in danger.

He pulled out the long-handled war blade he was carrying and rushed forward to the left. He was a little strange and didn't understand why the attacker didn't hide his tracks.

Soon he saw the attacker. From the back, he was an orc, but his skin was lifeless gray, and a pair of purple-black horny spikes stretched out from his back. It looked extremely hideous and terrifying, which reminded Red Blackhand of those compatriots who drank too much demon blood. They also suffered serious distortions, but they were obviously different from the orcs in front of them.

Reid did not attack rashly, "No matter who you are, you made a wrong choice." He tried with words: "It is a stupid decision to attack the Blackstone clan, because you will receive revenge beyond imagination."

The gray-skinned orc turned around abruptly. Red Blackhand finally saw what he was doing. This guy had almost lost his mind and was eating a severed arm. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, but this The monster ignored it completely, chewing flesh, hair and even bones earnestly.

Red couldn't help but mourn for poor Lockes for a few seconds. The orc in front of him was obviously infected by an evil force similar to the blood of the devil, so that he completely turned into a monster, and even ate his own kind without hesitation.Reid realized that he could no longer communicate with him, so he made a decisive decision and slashed at the neck of the orc.

The orc monster immediately sensed that the crisis was approaching. With a roar, he rushed towards Reid Blackhand without dodging or evading. The forelimbs that turned into purple-black sharp claws shone with sharp light.

However, this kind of injury-for-injury tactic is the most stupid choice when facing an enemy stronger than oneself. Reid's long-handled warblade lightly changed its direction slightly, and directly cut the orc into two pieces, bringing The purple-black blood with a rancid smell flew, corroding the ground into potholes.

Judging from the remnants of the orc's clothing, he is just a captain, but this evil power endows him with speed and strength not inferior to that of a lord, but the shortcoming is that it makes him a lord. Only beasts left to eat and lust to kill.

The roars and screams of other Blackstone orcs suddenly sounded not far away.Reid Blackhand's face suddenly changed. It seemed that there were far more than one such deformed orcs. He was careless.When Red hurried back, he found that the Blackstone team had suffered heavy casualties in the siege of the deformed orcs several times, so he immediately joined the battle group with a roar.

The limitations of weapon fighters are reflected in this situation. Although Reid can harvest the lives of the deformed orcs at a very high rate, he can't prevent his subordinates from dying slowly.So when the battle was over, there were only three Blackrock orcs who could stand.

"We retreated immediately. I suspect that all the orcs brought by Gul'dan have turned into such monsters." Panting heavily, Reid began to make up for the still-breathing Blackrock orcs one by one. There will be no possibility of survival, it is better to end their suffering as soon as possible.

The remaining three orc warriors looked at each other, with a rare look of panic in their eyes, because this was not pleasant news, and there was a whole clan following Gul'dan.

Unfortunately, Red Blackhand's premonition became a reality. The deformed orcs seemed to be alarmed, and they began to gather in the area where they were located. After only a few kilometers of returning, they suddenly became dangerous.

But no matter how many deformed orcs, their clumsy attack cannot cause too much hindrance to Red Blackhand. The long-handled warblade swept, slashed, and pierced, bringing up a large amount of purple-black corrosive blood. He ruthlessly crushed anyone who stood in his way like a meat machine.

In the rain of blood, suddenly a ragged figure ran towards him. "Help!" The visitor yelled loudly, trying to prove his identity. Although he was disheveled and embarrassed, his green skin showed that he was not infected.

Reid Blackhand narrowed his eyes, and avoided the embarrassed survivor with his sharp long-handled warblade, cutting the several gray-skinned monsters chasing after him into pieces.He turned around and grabbed the survivor's neck, and said in a serious tone: "I know you, Drake'thul, Gul'dan's follower."

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, the real chief of the Blackstone tribe." Draxul showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

However, Red still didn't relax the palm of his neck, "Don't you want to explain? Why do these orcs become such monsters?"

"I don't know." Draxul swallowed, and signaled Red to put the long-handled warblade away, "I followed Lord Gul'dan into that damned tomb, but in the end, I was attacked by demons. When I finally escaped, I found that everyone was crazy, and Choogall disappeared. Some people turned into this gray-skinned monster, and then ate others as food, and those who survived by luck became theirs. similar."

"Gul'dan made this again? Like the blood of the devil?" Red was shocked and angry.

Draxul showed a wry smile, "No, although the power that erodes these orcs is also very evil, it is fundamentally different from evil energy." He looked into Red Blackhand's eyes and said: "Although I am A low-level warlock, but he can still make such a basic judgment."

"Then what about Gul'dan? That damned traitor? I swear in the name of the clan, I will take his head off!" Reid almost growled.

"If you just want his head, he's here." Drak'thul said tremblingly, and at the same time took out a withered and yellow skull, "Master Gul'dan miscalculated, he touched something he couldn't The existence of control, so the whole person was torn to pieces by those terrible demons, leaving only the skull intact." He said with a mournful face.

Gul'dan, the sinner of all orcs, the traitor who shamelessly betrayed his own world, died so easily?Red Blackhand looked at the hollow eye sockets of the skull with some disbelief.

But then he snatched Gul'dan's head. Since Doomhammer only wanted Gul'dan's head, his mission was considered complete. "Let's leave quickly." He said to the three Blackrock clan warriors, and glanced at the terrified Drake'Thul, "Take this idiot with you too, the great chief should be interested in the story he tells."

(End of this chapter)