Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 608 161. Two headshots - adding updates to the birth of a baby 【1630】

   "Lok'tarogar!! Evil dragon, eat my axe!"

  Brocks roared like thunder.

   In this devastating cataclysm, he even overwhelmed the loud noise of the tearing of the earth. He held the legendary battle axe "friendlyly sponsored" by Prince Kael'thas, and jumped up from behind the little star like a burning meteor.

   Under everyone's attention, he launched a leap towards the mighty Deathwing.

  The Fallen Dragon King doesn't care about the challenge of an old orc at all. Besides, it is maintaining the power of the earth needed for the cataclysm, and its size is too large, it will be unable to escape even if it wants to.

   "This is simply courting death!"

   Behind the elemental phoenix, Archmage Antonidas, the leader of the Council of Six in Dalaran, was also shocked by the courage of the old orc, but he scoffed at such behavior.

   He didn't believe an orc could defeat Deathwing.

   Others don't believe it, except for Dean Lan Yue.

   Dean's judgment on her own disciple has produced a kind of "path dependence". She believes that since Black went to this orc, it shows that this orc does have strange powers.

   So she remained silent, just watching the orc jump from behind the blue dragon to the top of Deathwing surrounded by boulders in front of her.

  The anger-riddled old orc dissipated all the power of anger in the air, or he poured his steel will and endless anger into the fatal blow in front of him.

   In Kael'thas' wide-eyed gaze, he could see clearly that the battle axe held in the old orc's hand was destroyed, and it had already begun to shatter before it hit Deathwing's forehead.

   The metal and crystal from which the axe was cast had been peeling away like melting.

   He began to believe that the orc could perform miracles.

   After all, not just any warrior can melt the legendary blade with the power of his anger, which is beyond his understanding of the power of warriors.

   The burning power of anger was supposed to be an immaterial force manifested by willpower under the blessing of life energy, but now, right in front of his eyes, that supposedly invisible force had turned into substance and began to affect the material world.

"boom"

  The battle axe in Brox's hand finally slashed on Deathwing's dragon horn in the roar of the orcs.

   How strong are the horns of the fallen dragon king?

It used this thing to pierce Malygos' dragon scale. That thing is already the strongest material in the entire Azeroth world, but under the slash of Brox's axe, the black crown-shaped Dragon horns are like the softest butter.

   was bisected by a hot knife.

   didn't even stop the orc's battle axe from falling.

The next moment the dragon horns swirled and flew out, the completely broken battle axe was like a wedge, easily nailed into the dragon scales of Deathwing, and all the way down, slashing directly into the fallen dragon king's on the skull.

The axe's shattered blade was melted by the high-temperature fallen flesh the moment it slashed into Deathwing's flesh and blood, but the rage energy that formed the axe-like blade continued to descend, tearing the sturdy keel and smashing into Deathwing's skull. among.

   "Poof"

   The tainted dragon blood burst out like a waterfall from the forehead and eyeballs of the fallen dragon king.

  Deathwing even forgot about the pain at this moment.

  The eyes of the fallen dragon were full of wonder.

   That expression was very similar to the astonishment on the faces of the onlookers around him.

   Even Ysera, who maintained the power of the dream, forgot to breathe for a moment, the beautiful Emerald Queen kept her mouth wide open, her tongue sticking out, and her round eyes widened.

   The entire battlefield was quiet at this moment.

  Deathwing was broken?

   What two guardian dragon kings and a demigod element could not do, was done by an old orc who looked inconspicuous?

   Is there something wrong with your understanding of the world?

   Or, is that orc actually a warrior disguised as a Draenor demigod?

   He sneaked here and made his glorious appearance at the last moment, just to teach the demigods of Azeroth a good lesson?

No way?

   "Ow! Damn bug!!"

  The severe pain that came after the shock made Deathwing wake up.

   Its burning longan quickly congested because the brain was severely damaged by the attack, and the plasma spurted from the forehead all represented that the first-class world destroyer in Azeroth was injured.

   It hasn't been hurt so badly in years.

   Pain is secondary.

  Deathwing realizes the threat.

   It thought that there was a strange individual that could kill a giant jumping out of the bug that it thought was safe, which made the Fallen Dragon King feel incredible.

   And the black dragons in the sky also saw this scene. After seeing their mighty king being slashed by an orc, Onyxia let out a terrified scream.

  If she was the first to join the battlefield, she was also the first to flutter from here.

   The other black dragons did not dare to delay at all.

   They are afraid that the terrifying orcs will come to them with an axe, and they will panic and flee with their eldest princess, howling towards the sky in the southern part of the northern border.

   And Brocks, who has completed the fatal blow, will be very weak. The old orc grabbed the broken battle axe and grabbed the horn of the dangling Deathwing with one hand.

   The axe just now exhausted all his energy, and it would be difficult to even dodge and escape, let alone fighting.

  He is probably going to die here.

   But before he chopped that axe, he was already mentally prepared.

   "Haha, dragon! Did you see that? This is the power of orcs!"

  Brocks was thrown out of the air by Deathwing, and when the blood-filled dragon opened its mouth and bit it, he fiercely gestured towards the dragon in the air with an orc's "hometown gesture".

   Even at the moment of death, he maintained the bold attitude that a warrior should have.

   he shouted aloud:

   "You must live with the mark of shame I gave you! Until the next orc inherits my will and comes to complete my unfinished business! Your name is Deathwing.

  You must die! "

   "You will die before me, stupid orc."

  Deathwing This will make the skull hurt to death.

  Blox's one-hit death wish's suicide attack nearly split its skull in two.

  Although this wound will heal sooner or later in the healing of the Void's flesh, but as Brox said, it will live with this mark of shame forever.

  Even if it finally succeeds in launching the Twilight Hour and destroys the entire world, it will not change the shameful fact that it was wounded by a brutish orc.

   From this point of view, Deathwing has lost.

   The cataclysm maintained by the fallen Dragon King is still going on, but because of the attack of the old orcs, Deathwing is unable to concentrate his strength under the severe pain, and the collapse of the earth is slowing down, so that everyone sees hope.

  It is a pity that the warrior who brought hope is about to die in the mouth of the fallen dragon king, until the moment when Deathwing's huge jaws closed, Brox Saurfang, who was covered in shadow, closed his eyes in the fall.

   Being able to challenge such a creature with the body of a warrior can leave an eternal "memory" to Deathwing, who has died without regret.

   But the end of the hero may not be today.

   In the suspicious hum of Brooks, the khaki-like quicksand rolled around him, and the time that belonged to him was quickly pushed back to 6 seconds ago.

The moment    Deathwing's world-destroying iron jaws folded together, the exhausted orc warrior appeared strangely where he was 6 seconds ago.

   He was still falling, and the light of another teleportation technique shone under him. After passing through the aperture that was quietly opened, he smashed into the back of a group of scorching birds that looked like living creatures.

   The orc opened his eyes and saw the archmage Antonidas who was looking at him indifferently.

  The top of the Whitebeard Archmage's wand also had the shattering light of the "Rewind Time" magic beating. Obviously, it was this human master who was supposed to be immortal with the orcs just now, and he saved Blox's life with a quick eye and a quick hand.

   "This does not mean the end of hatred, Orc."

The Archmage    didn't even look at the soldiers under his feet, he said indifferently:

   "This is just a compliment to a heroic warrior. After you leave here, the next time we meet, I will still take your life without hesitation!

   in the name of those war dead. "

   Compared with the arrogant archmage, Prince Kael'thas is much more pragmatic. He looked at Brox who was struggling to get up, and glanced at the broken battle axe in Brox's hand.

  The generous prince felt distressed for a while.

   This is a legendary collectible. It's not a street cabbage. He just lost one piece in vain. Fortunately, it was used for justice, which finally eased his heartache.

   he asked in elegant orcish language:

   "Warrior! Can you do the deadly raid just now?"

   "I'm not God."

  Blox sat cross-legged behind the elemental phoenix, panting heavily while carrying the broken battle axe behind him. He had no intention of returning the broken weapon to Kael'thas.

  It is not easy for a warrior like him to find a weapon that fits together. Even if it is broken, it should still be used if it is repaired and repaired.

   He said to the five spellcasters behind the phoenix:

"I can only use that power once, and you don't have to praise me. I don't have the courage to face death. If I really risked everything just now, I exchanged my life for the strongest blow, or this evil. Dragon has been seriously injured.

  Unfortunately, I lost that chance for true glory.

  I have done everything I can, and it is up to you, or my brother is willing to devote his strength to your world

   After all, he is the strongest warrior that Draenor has bred. "

"what?"

  Prince Farodis was wide-eyed by Brox's words. He glanced at the savage wound on Deathwing's forehead, and then glanced at the broken battle axe behind Brox's back.

   He said strangely:

   "You're not even the strongest fighter? Is there anyone more powerful than you? What the **** is going on in your world?"

   "I was the strongest when I was young."

  Blox bowed his head and said:

   "But I am old, and no amount of rage can beat time. I am so, and so is Lothar."

   "Black is back! He's brought back another orc! Look! That guy's eyes are glowing!"

   Dean Lanyue's delighted voice made all the people behind the elemental phoenix look behind them. As they watched, the little blue dragon screamed and flew out from the shattered and collapsed Silverpine Forest.

   Behind the blue dragon, beside Black in tattered armor, stood an orc chieftain almost as tall as Brox. The latter was the furious warrior who had raided the palace before and almost killed Lothar.

   That guy's face was full of disdain.

   In his hand is a large and amazing black battle axe, decorated with skulls and barbs of gronn, and inside it is said to contain six gronn hearts to provide power.

   "Blox! You old bastard, it's a shame that you need me to help you deal with your mess! You weak **** is a shame on Draenor!"

  You don't deserve to live! "

  Grom Hellscream yelled at Brox above the phoenix:

   "When I kill that dragon, I'll kill you!"

   "Is the way you orcs show kindness by killing?"

   The smelly pirate beside him complained:

   "I clearly saw you raiding here by yourself, jumping up and down all the way, obviously worried that old Brocks died here. You actually care about him, right?

   Grom the killer. "

   "Shut up, weak human, you simply can't understand the communication between warriors."

   Warsong Chief said arrogantly:

   "The warriors of your world are a bunch of weak bastards!

   Their presence taints the word warrior, and I will find them, test them one by one, kill the weak, and fill the world with the joy of warriors.

   Like Orgrim, I will raise armies and cause wars, but unlike the weak one, I will easily crush your alliance.

   I will prove that I am the most powerful warrior! "

   "I heard you left your wife on the battlefield to die? And humiliated her as a 'toothless wolf'?"

   Black whispered:

"Do you really want her to suffer more? Or can't you bear the pain of taking your wife's life with your own hands? No one else knows, but I do know that you haven't slept a single one in the years after your wife died. Good night.

   You can't even face your son for that.

You didn't let him drink the blood of demons, and you left him in Nagrand to pick up sheep dung eggs, saying that you hated his weakness, or that you didn't want your son to suffer and you because you knew the old tribe would be defeated. the same pain?

  You are actually a sensitive person, so you hide yourself with cruelty and recklessness, right, Grom? "

   Chief Warsong did not answer.

   He acted as if he didn't hear Blake's words at all. He grabbed his Gorehowl battle axe and stared at the fallen dragon who was still manipulating the cataclysm in front of him.

   The anger on his body began to entangle, so that the stupid warrior Fenna saw another way of resounding anger, and Fenna exclaimed:

   "You! You have two legendary powers!"

   "Then who do you think I am? Weak hemp elf, don't humiliate me by the standards of the weak! After I kill the dragon, I will come to 'test' your strength."

  Grom let out a deep and brutal laugh, the red light in his eyes became more and more intense, inspired by the legendary power "Giant Killer" passed down by the Hellscream family for generations.

   All enemies larger than Grom will suffer a brutal fatal blow.

   And the weaklings smaller than Hellscream will be ruthlessly crushed by the chief's battle axe.

  Grom Hellscream's legendary power "Ghee Roar" is also activated. The heavier the injury, the stronger the attack power, and can ignore all defenses to execute execution.

   Varok Saurfang does this too, but he's not as proficient as Grom Hellscream.

   "Dragon! Feel the wrath of Draenor! Lok'tarogar!!"

   "Boom"

   As a perfect replica of Brox's heroic jump just now, Grom also jumped from behind the blue dragon and rushed towards Deathwing. His strength was stronger, and the moment he rose into the air, the little star screamed and fell down due to the recoil.

   But the blue dragon did not complain this time, but with a kind of expectation, watching the orcs in front of him pounce on the mighty Deathwing, his eyes were full of joy.

   And Deathwing's bloodshot eyes shone with extreme anger.

  Did you make a mistake!

Again?

  What do you think of me? Is there a public toilet? Come when you want, go when you want?

   Stupid Orcs!

die!

   (end of this chapter)