Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 243 62. Bathed in this, in glory!

   In the big melee under the Blackrock Tower, the smoke of gunpowder was billowing, and the elite soldiers of the alliance and the last warriors of the old tribe were fighting to the death.

   The orcs are indeed weak.

   Without the blessing of demon blood, in the first wave of head-to-head confrontation, they were swept away by the alliance heavy cavalry with full impact. In the past, such a charge was just an appetizer.

   But now, the tribe's not heavy front is completely torn apart.

The next step in the division of the battlefield is the appearance of steam tanks and infantry. In the frenzied gunfire of the dwarves, rows of orcs were swept to the ground, and the infantry rushed forward, fighting the orcs' tomahawks with swords and shields. , Warhammer.

   But the orcs are not weak enough to be knocked down by a random infantryman.

  Even if they lost the ferocity blessed by the blood of demons, their physical strength was still higher than that of human beings. Although their minds were empty and helpless, since they stepped into the battlefield with the Great Chief, it proved that these tribal warriors were determined to die.

   They charged up against the guns of the dwarves and knocked down the human infantry who wanted to kill them.

   The big axe was raised, slaughtering wildly.

   is like trying his best to pull another Alliance dog to bury himself before he falls.

"boom"

   The heavy warhammer struck the infantryman's chest, knocking him out and knocking down his companions behind him.

   But another infantry soldier who was covered in blood rushed up with a twisted shield, threw the shield out, and hit the orc on the shoulder, causing him to stagger.

  The young infantryman held his sword in both hands, and while the orc retreated, a standard forward thrust inserted the blade into the chest of the orc who was several heads taller than him.

   "Die, Greenskin!"

   The orc was stabbed to the ground by the infantry's death blow. With his last strength, he punched the infantryman's helmet in front of him, knocking him back to the ground.

   But the soldier with the scar on his face shook his bleeding head, clenched his teeth and pounced, lying on the orc's body, drew his sword, and slashed again at the enemy who was still struggling.

   he yelled.

   vented his inner anger,

   He has lost everything in the war, family, friends, that which can be called home.

   He set foot on the battlefield with Marshal Lothar today, and had no intention of returning alive.

  His past has been fragmented, and he came here only to comfort the souls of the dead. There are many soldiers like him in this army.

   He has lost everything, and he wants to protect those who still have everything.

   Even for this, you have to sacrifice your life.

"come!"

   hacked another orc to death, making the blood on the nameless warrior's armor even more hideous. He held up his sword, stood up out of breath, and shouted towards the chaos.

   Guided by the anger in his heart, he swung his sword towards the orc closest to him.

  Chop!

   Hack them!

   Hack them all!

  Only when the orcs die, the land that has been ravaged by them can return to its former peace.

   Orcs must die.

  The long sword rolled up in the continuous slashing, and then he grabbed the **** spear on the ground.

The    war spear was interrupted by the constant impact, and he grabbed the war axe in the hands of the orc.

   Even the axe was finally knocked out in the fight

   Then use your teeth and fists!

"what!"

   He was like a **** man. After digging out the orc's eyes with his hands, he stood up staggeringly, his left arm was gone, and the wound was bleeding.

   Every step was painful, not only the orcs, but even his companions were watching him with fearful eyes.

   But he doesn't care.

   He dragged his body just like that and pounced on the next orc.

   One more kill!

   Let me kill the last one before I go to reunite with my family.

"boom"

   Feeling the attacking Saurfang Overseer behind him kicked the enemy one by one. The powerful Orc Overseer saw the human warrior who seemed to have crawled out of **** and was kicked to the ground by himself.

   He was powerless to fight.

   But he was still struggling to get up, grabbing a broken sword from the side, without distinguishing it at all, his blood-stained face even grinned like a lover.

   With those blood-red eyes and lips full of blood, it makes people shudder.

   He even had minced meat in his teeth.

   He must have killed his enemy just now.

   is crazy.

   On weekdays, the Orc Overseer would definitely pay tribute to such a warrior, but now that he was fighting, and he still had a task at hand, he raised the double-edged battle axe in his hand, at the moment when the human rushed over.

   The orc made a slight wrong step, allowing the warrior to take the initiative to meet the axe he slashed out.

   Cut in two.

   The lower body of the warrior knelt to the ground, and the upper body flew out and smashed into a gully full of corpses. He was still holding the broken sword in his hand, but it was a pity.

   He still failed to kill the last one.

   "One more. Wendy, my Wendy, one more."

   He just lay in the gully full of death, and at the last moment, in his eyes that had been completely dyed red, he looked at the sky full of blood above his head.

   He's going to die.

  No one knows his name. Those who knew his name are all dead, including his comrades, and his team may be nearly wiped out.

   But their sacrifices ripped apart the orcs in the divided area.

   They won.

"woo woo woo woo"

   At the last moment of his death, the nameless warrior was in the chaos, and heard the low and shocking sound of the horn, not the horn of the orcs, but another sound.

   He suspected that he had hallucinated on his way to a peaceful death.

   In front of him, there seemed to be a staircase full of colorful streamers opening. Those tall, winged golden Valkyries were holding spears and flew down from the sky.

  The red flags wrapped around their spears, like flying ribbons, brought a touch of divine power to their arrival.

   And at the end of the colorful staircase, in the splendid sky temple, a giant **** sitting on the throne was looking at him with his one eye.

   "I was wrong, warriors can be born among mortals, and look at the courage they envelop, make me feel guilty for my stubbornness and contempt. Valarjar will open doors for you."

   "You are qualified, soldiers."

   "Heroic spirits, it's time to go home."

   He said so.

   As if the gods gave their will, a golden Valkyrie flapped her wings and landed in front of the nameless warrior, hugging his disembodied soul with a gentle gesture.

   With the wings flying again, with this brave, angry and violent soul, in the sound of the horn resounding in the sky and the earth, set foot on the colorful stairs.

   Step into the paradise of all warriors.

   In the arms of the Valkyrie, the tired soul looked back.

   On the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke, there are still many golden wings flapping. One after another, the dead souls who died in this battle with inexhaustible courage were brought into the heaven in front of him just like him.

   This is an affirmation for them.

   is also a compliment to warriors.

—

"what is that?"

   In the midst of the fierce war, the golden door suddenly opened in the sky shocked everyone, and the battlefield of the frenzied killing was suspended for a point at this moment.

  The sound of the horn, which penetrates into the heart, echoes in the sky.

   There are also those Valkyries with golden wings, cruising in the smoke of the battlefield, leading the heroic souls recognized by Odin to the sanctuary of the warriors.

   This scene is matched with a **** battlefield, full of cruel beauty of the way of a warrior.

  The orcs thought it was a mysterious new trick by the Alliance.

   They frantically attacked those Valkyries, but their axes and sharp blades couldn't hurt these holy creatures between the virtual and the real, and the Valkyries simply ignored these foreign visitors.

   They are carrying out the oracle of the war king to bring more heroic spirits back to the sky.

   And human beings have long been prepared.

   To be precise, the great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand were prepared.

   The Pope may have expected such a situation to happen today, and he has given orders to the great knights in advance.

  When the golden Valkyries flapped their wings and descended here, and the Rainbow Bridge of Valhalla was opened for the brave, the loud voice of the great knight Uther, with the magic blessing of the mages, spread throughout the battlefield.

"Warriors! Raise your heads and look to the sky! The ancient gods have descended on blessings, and the warriors who died here will not die. They will set foot in the glorious Valhalla in the package of holy light and courage. inside.

   Our battle of justice and hope has been recognized by the gods!

   In this glory bathed in mythology, dash with me!

   For the Alliance! "

   "For the Alliance!"

  The first group of fanatical paladins rushed into the battlefield with the great knight holding the warhammer high. The holy vision above their heads could not deceive anyone. There were really gods protecting the warriors of the alliance.

  Those golden angels who are so holy that they cannot be attacked, the light that set foot on the sky with the most heroic souls, are also seen by everyone.

   Although they will only take away the bravest souls.

   But that's enough!

  The Alliance Legion that had the upper hand, at this moment, under the blessing of this miracle, the morale doubled again, everyone shouted and roared, and in a state of anger, they attacked the retreating orcs again.

   And the orcs.

   Witnessing the miracle that the soldiers of the alliance were protected by the gods, their morale was almost completely wiped out at this moment.

  Crash!

   Seeing the sight of those golden Valkyries flapping their wings and passing over the heads of the Alliance warriors, the orcs on the entire battlefield collapsed.

   Although the Valkyries did not intervene in any battles, they appeared here as if they were really on the side of the Alliance.

  The tribe is over.

   The death knell of the old tribe has been sounded at this moment, and the gate to the tomb is opened for them.

   They have nowhere else to go.

   "I will not give you these venerable souls."

   The pirate who had been watching this scene stood up from the observation deck, straightened his collar, and looked at the golden Valkyries flying around in the sky.

   he whispered:

   "I'd rather give them both hands to Odin. Although it's not a blessing to stay in that war madman. But you can't get a shred of heart energy from these brave souls"

  Black's eyes fell on the center of the battlefield. He held the telescopic lens and saw Orgrim Doomhammer who was fighting with Lothar.

   The warchief executed the beheading tactic brilliantly.

   But he didn't expect Odin to come out to disrupt the situation. Now that the Horde has been completely disintegrated, even if he kills Lothar, it is impossible for his people to win another chance to break through.

   However, the Great Chief did not retreat.

   He was still holding a warhammer, fighting with Lothar, and he didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​leaving the battlefield.

   He was determined to die.

  After accepting the defeat of the tribe calmly, he has given it his all to win the last victory in this desperate defeat for himself! At this moment, he is not Warchief Orgrim.

   He is the legendary warrior Orgrim.

   did not set foot on the glory of Valhalla with extravagant hopes, but only because he was unwilling to bow his head again in the face of failure.

bring it on.

   King of the Alliance!

   Fight to the death!

   Abandon those foreign objects that are not worth mentioning to the warrior, and win the victory with the body, the strength, the weapon in the hand, and the identity of a warrior.

or.

   to die calmly.

   (end of this chapter)