The Dragon Emperor of Time Travel

Chapter 59 The Heaven Turns Left, The Warrior Turns Right!
"What! You knew earlier? Then why didn't you say it earlier!" Anduin was furious and questioned Chu Feng.

Chu Feng smiled, and only asked a question, and Anduin was speechless.

"Tell me earlier, would you believe it?"

Yes, they wouldn't believe it. Just now, Ryan still didn't believe it. It wasn't until several Griffin Knights spilled blood on Karazhan that they had to believe it was true.

Let alone when he was just a stranger.

"Then tell me, what's going on?" Anduin calmed down, and the commander's wisdom made him react quickly.

"Now you believe it?"

"That's right, tell me!"

"Actually, from the moment I saw Medivh, I knew—"

Then, Chu Feng told the high-level personnel of the Stormwind Kingdom about how he saw that Medivh had a problem and about the orcs.

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However, at this time, Gul'dan was absorbing a large amount of draenei's life force while maintaining the transmission of the Dark Portal.

Gul'dan held up those green fluorescent hands that were shining because of the frequent use of demonic power, and his whole body became ugly and terrifying due to the erosion of evil energy, making him different from the traditional orc's bravery and fierceness, making him appear more cold and evil.

Finally, the sacrifices were exhausted, and Gul'dan stopped teleporting.

Looking at the green ocean with scarlet eyes, Gul'dan was so proud that he raised the skeleton staff in his hand, and his voice spread in all directions through the evil energy.

"Our world will be destroyed, but the great orcs will never be extinct!"

His words were like drums of war, shaking the hearts of every orc and making their blood boil.

"Hey, for the Horde!"

The green ocean boiled in an instant, morale was high, and the weapon in hand was raised high. The violent blood rushed to the sky, and the dark clouds that had been lingering in the cursed land were dispersed for a long time.

"Warriors of the Horde, now we have come to a new world, go conquer it, and wipe out all life that is not an orc. This planet only allows great orcs to survive!"

"Roar, long live Gul'dan! Long live the Horde!" The violent orcs roared, and under the leadership of their respective chiefs, the invasion began.

They rode huge wolves with hairs of various colors, coming and going like the wind, killing those who resisted, and those who dared not resist, brought back to the portal of darkness and served as sacrifices for Gul'dan.

Within a day, within a radius of a hundred miles, no chickens or dogs will be left, and no grass will grow.

The next day, Sentinels from the Blasted Lands had an audience with Lion.

"Report! Your Majesty, a large number of green humanoid beasts suddenly appeared in the cursed land. They are huge, powerful, and violent. Wherever they pass, not a single blade of grass grows. Now the entire cursed land has become a dead place."

"How could this be! Then what should we do next?" King Lane panicked.

"For now, the only way is to go to the cursed land first and meet the orc army!" Lothar took a deep breath, looked at Ryan and said in a deep voice.

"Does it have to be like this? The defense of Stormwind City is indestructible!"

"Ryan, don't let the sense of security fool you! If we can't count Medivh as our ally, our strength will be greatly reduced. In dealing with the orcs, we may indeed lose!"

The two looked at each other for a long time, Ryan closed his eyes and nodded.

"Anduin, you must return safely!"

Anduin Lothar walked out of the chamber without looking back, with Quel'Zalam on his waist, and began to assemble the army.

During the period, some scouts brought back the corpse of an orc, but apart from letting the higher-ups know that the orc looked like this, they didn't know anything else.

The speed at which the Stormwind Kingdom assembled its troops was really impressive. After three days, less than [-] troops were assembled, which was in stark contrast to the orcs' million.

"Report! The orc army has entered the range of Red Ridge Mountain!"

"What! So fast?"

Lothar was shocked and hurriedly led the army to Red Ridge Mountain. Otherwise, if the orcs crossed Red Ridge Mountain, it would be a flat river to attack Stormwind City!
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Anduin Lothar stood on the Red Ridge Mountain, looking at the bunkers built on both sides of the mountain road, wondering whether these defenses could stop the rampaging orcs.

Compared with Lothar's worries, the Stormwind Kingdom dispatched many private soldiers of the nobles this time. These nobles led the army and smiled happily. For this reason, they even held a small banquet in the barracks, talking and laughing happily, completely unaware that the danger was approaching.

Until—the green "tide" dyed the red land of the Red Ridge Mountains green, and there were countless giants.

They are strong and burly, huge in size, brandishing simple but heavy weapons in their hands, and charging towards the Red Ridge Mountain screaming wildly.

How many people are there?Ten thousand?One hundred thousand?No!Boundless orcs, in the entire field of vision, green or green, far more than a hundred thousand!

Those nobles panicked, their total strength was only [-] to [-], how could they match up with these crazy, tide-like army of orcs?
They looked at the commander they looked down upon, Lothar!
Hope this wise and brave commander can bring them the dawn of victory.

However, they were disappointed.

Lothar gritted his teeth, looking at the chaotic army of orcs, just like their name "orcs", full of animal nature, rushing towards the front line crazily, if ordinary humans charge so undisciplined, Lothar is absolutely confident to kill them Destroyed in one fell swoop.

But, this is an orc!What did Lothar see?He couldn't believe it.

Numerous bunkers shot out overwhelming arrows, and hit the orcs accurately.

However, the crazy orc was not afraid. Even though his body was full of arrows and turned into a human-shaped hedgehog, as long as he was not dead, he was still desperate and screamed to charge forward.

Until he rushed to the bunker, smashed the bunker with a hammer, and smashed the bunker together with the soldiers into meat paste.

Facing such a brutal army of orcs, Lothar felt powerless.

After a while, all the fortifications burst like bubbles, and were all destroyed by the orcs.

Seeing countless soldiers killed without resistance in front of tens of thousands of orcs, Lothar knew that they were defeated, Red Ridge Mountain could no longer be defended, and the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom had to retreat.

"Order, the whole army retreats!" Lothar reluctantly gave the retreat order.

Immediately, looking at the panicked nobles, the handsome face was covered with pain.

"The Griffin Legion will stay with me to stop the enemy and cover our army's retreat!"

The horn blew low and low, and the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom retreated slowly. The elite of the five thousand Griffin Legion raised their shields and lined up to cover the retreat of the rest of the soldiers.

They are not afraid of death, and from the day they joined the Griffin Legion, they swore: to defend the Kingdom of Stormwind to the death!Now, their country needs their sacrifices, and they are impassioned, singing war songs, and facing death.

Paradise to the left, warriors to the right!
This is the greatest spirit of a warrior.

Lothar stood on the top of the mountain, listening to the rude and arrogant laughter of the orcs echoing in the valley, his face changed several times, and he said in a deep voice: "The Griffin Legion listened to the order, raised their shields, and faced the dirty and vulgar orcs, follow me charge!"

"kill!"

Lothar held Quel'zaram aloft and led the charge towards the orc army.

The Griffin Legion, all in silver armor, held a large silver shield, rushing towards the green ocean like a silver torrent.

Although the battle-hardened Griffin Legion is known as the elite of the elite, there is a huge gap in individual combat power and numbers, and they are still no match for the orcs. It is only a matter of time before the entire army is wiped out.

Lothar wielded the artifact Quel'Zalam, struggling to kill the orcs in front of him, his energy and blood rising between opening and closing. As a hero-level professional, ordinary orcs were no better than slashing to him. How difficult is it to cut vegetables and melons.

Gradually, the Griffin Legion rushed too deep and was surrounded by boundless orcs.

"Soldiers, we are about to die, are you afraid?" Lothar roared, boosting morale.

"Don't be afraid, it's an honor to be able to fight to the death with Commander Lothar!" The surviving Griffon Legion soldiers roared vigorously.

"Haha, it's an honor for you weak humans to die in the hands of the tribe!" The chief of a small tribe laughed wildly, his face full of jokes.

All the orcs around laughed, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on their ugly and hideous faces.

But before they could finish laughing, a great roar came from Redridge Mountain.

"Roar--"

A black giant dragon flies over Red Ridge Mountain. It is huge and powerful like a hill. The golden pattern makes it more expensive. The huge wings covering the sky cast two shadows on the ground. Under the sun, there is a metallic luster, and every part shows its strength and majesty.

(End of this chapter)