Infinite Heroes Seat

readx; "Who are you?"

Orgrimmar, in the camp of Warchief Thrall, Thrall, Kane, and Vol'jin stood together, looking solemnly at the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared in the tent.

Although Orgrimmar is not the main city of the orcs in the future, it can only be regarded as a relatively large camp at best. Although Rexxar’s expedition to Theramore took away a lot of troops, leading to the defensive needs of the camp. It's a lot more slack than usual, but you can't walk in with a swagger! But under the eyelids of the three leaders of the tribe, the blood elves in front of them walked in so easily, guarding the orcs at the entrance of the camp, as if they hadn’t seen any abnormalities at this time, and didn’t even ask for it. .

"who am I?"

Touching his chin lightly, the blood elf boy said with a'troubled' face: "I thought I was quite famous. I didn't expect that there would be people who don't know me!" The boy blinked as he said it. He blinked and looked at the orc, "Thal, speaking of it, you should have seen me before, why don't you have an impression!"

Thrall was taken aback for a moment, the blood elves on the opposite side had a very outstanding appearance and a very unique temperament. If they had seen it, it would have been impossible not to recognize it!

However, standing next to Thrall, Woking looked up and down at the people, his face suddenly changed, and he drew out the javelin behind him, yelling loudly.

"With long golden hair, blood-colored battle armor, and different-colored eyes, you are Kael'thas! Kael'thas Sunstrider!"

At the same time, Thrall and Bloodhoof also had their faces slightly condensed, and their minds began to recall the rumors about the blood elf prince they had seen before, and instantly connected with the person in front of them. Without hesitation, the two of them also stretched out their hands. To their respective weapons.

In fact, Mo Wen's appearance is still very easy to recognize. The three of them just didn't expect that one of the highest commanders of the alliance would appear here alone, subconsciously did not think about it.

While looking at the three Thralls who were facing the enemy, Mo Wen who was standing opposite shrugged indifferently, "Don't be nervous, although we don't have much time. But it's not bad for a while!"

However, this did not calm the three of them. Instead, they tightened their muscles. Then Thrall took a deep breath and took a step forward. Said: "Honorable blood elf prince, I don't know what it is that you came here? If I remember correctly, we should be in a hostile position now! Of course, if you come with a peaceful sincerity, then Our tribe still welcomes you!"

By now. Thrall didn’t even understand that their intelligence work was already in trouble. Since the blood elven prince had arrived, the alliance’s army might have arrived long ago, and it was not at all dispatching ships in Lordaeron to cross the sea as they had thought before. , The situation of the whole war therefore uncontrollably tilted towards the Alliance side, so at this moment, facing the unknowledge of being alone, Thrall’s tone was also very relaxed, and at the same time he subconsciously worried about attacking Sierra in his heart. Mo's Rexxar.

And while Thrall was talking to Mo Wen, Bloodhoof cast a look at Woking, who immediately understood. Lightly touching behind Mo Wen, he didn't know if it was to block Mo Wen's retreat, or to ask for help from the tribal army outside the camp.

Although Mo Wen noticed Woking's small movements, he didn't care at all. His eyes were fixed on Thrall, as if the farmer was looking at the rice field that was about to be harvested.

"I'm here to retrieve what belongs to me!" Looking at Thrall who was confused, Mo Wen smiled lightly and hooked his finger.

In the next moment, Thrall, who was standing in front of Mo Wen, felt an unprecedented pain suddenly hit, and it felt as if his head was about to explode.

"--what!"

Clutching his head. Thrall knelt on one knee, and a dazzling light flew out of its brain and directly fell into Mo Wen's hands.

"Thar!"*2

Bloodhoof and Vol'jin, who was moving, were shocked at the same time, and hurried to Thrall's side to protect it firmly.

The tribal chief who had been extremely heroic at this time turned pale. I could only stretch out my fingers tremblingly, pointed at Mo Wen and said, "He, he"

Although they didn't understand what was going on, Bloodhoof and Woking glanced at each other, and subconsciously lunged directly at Mo Wen. No matter what kind of weird magic, it is the quickest way to kill the caster directly.

The two swept over like a whirlwind, Kane who was old at this moment. The action is even one point faster than Woking, who is in his prime.

"what!"

Accompanied by the yelling of Chief Bull Head, the elements of heaven and earth gathered one after another, haunting the rune spear in his hand, and stab at Mo Wen with unstoppable power.

Mo Wen was carefully looking at the soul fragment in his hand, and his eyes lit up when he saw the blow of Bloodhoof.

"Nice moves, the inheritance of the shaman really has its own uniqueness!"

Then Mo Wen waved his hands, and the water vapor in the air instantly condensed into ice. In the blink of an eye, ice walls appeared directly in front of him, protecting him firmly.

boom! boom! boom!

The sharp rune spear pierced Mo Wen's condensed ice wall layer by layer, but its strength was constantly slowing down, and finally stopped behind the last ice wall and nailed it firmly.

Looking at the fragmented, crumbling, but unpredictable ice wall, Bloodhoof sighed slightly, and a trace of unwillingness and depression filled his heart. After all, it was old. If it was young, it would definitely be able to remove it. A few layers of ice walls shattered with one blow, but then this depression was crushed by it, and now is not the time to think about these things.

"--what!"

The arms were tightly stretched, and the blue veins on it were opening, and the blood hoof grabbed his rune spear and twisted and picked it suddenly.

It was originally cracked on the ice wall on the edge of the broken edge, and it was finally broken under the brute force of the tauren.

A large amount of ice splashed around like a torrential rain. The fist-sized crushed ice smashed the Tauren chieftain's teeth for a while, but the latter still roared loudly to the other side regardless.

"Woking, it's up to you!"

As if echoing its words, in the shattered icy rain, Woking let out a low drink, and a few javelins with dark green glowing light in his hand flicked out straight towards Mo Wen, who was exposed behind the ice wall. go with.

However, in the face of the vicious and vicious blow, Mo Wen was not as stunning as he was when he saw Bloodhoof's move before.

"Things that can't be on the table!"

The soles of the feet stomped toward the ground, and the next moment, a stream of ice that was stronger than the previous ice wall gushed out of the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

There is hardly any resistance. The javelin that Wojin threw was directly hit back by the ice spear that came out.

"Damn it, why is this kid so powerful?"

The combined blow was broken, and there was no regret on Bloodhoof's face, but his tongue was slightly smashed. As a shaman who can communicate with the elements between heaven and earth, it knows exactly what happened just now. Mo Wen simply relied on powerful magic and control to summon the ice out, and abruptly piled it up with Wojin’s. Moves, as a master who can slay dragons and kill nearly ten thousand orcs in one battle. It didn't surprise him to be able to do this. In fact, it wasn't this that Bloodhoof and Vol'jin expected to kill.

In the icy rain that kept falling from the air, a touch of green appeared again and again, and a poisonous javelin went around behind Mo Wen’s head somehow, and bit at his back like a poisonous snake without a sound. .

At ten meters, five meters, and three meters, Mo Wen didn't seem to notice, his eyes kept looking at the two people standing in front of him.

Two meters, one meter, it's done!

Seeing that the javelin was about to pierce Mo Wen's body, Bloodhoof and Vol'jin could hardly bear to cheer, but at this moment, there was a sneer from the corners of Mo Wen's mouth.

"So it's something that can't be put on the table!"

A light blue light appeared in the camp. Without seeing any movement in Mowen, an ice wall that was exactly the same as when he intercepted Kane appeared behind his head, and after a crisp sound, the javelin was firmly blocked outside.

The smiles of Bloodhoof and Woking froze almost immediately. Although they had also prepared for failure, they were somewhat disappointed when the facts happened before them, but after all, the two of them were strong leaders of the clan, and they adjusted quickly. With a good mentality, the rune spear and the javelin once again aimed at Mo Wen.

At this time, Thrall seemed to have adjusted from the sharp pain before, gritting his teeth. Carrying Doomhammer and Bloodhoof, Vol'jin stood side by side.

"what did you do to me?"

The warchief's face was still very pale at this time, and he venomously asked Mo Wen, the anger in his eyes was 70% true and 3% false.

After all, this is the stronghold of the orcs, as long as Thrall can delay it for a while. Then the orcs in the camp will definitely be able to discover the problem. At that time, the army will continue to flow in. No matter how strong the opponent is, it is definitely not their opponent with so many people, but Thrall itself is not entirely pretending. From the gladiator to the warchief of the tribe, Thrall has also experienced countless risks. This was the first time it was knocked down without even knowing what moves the opponent used. If it weren't for Bloodhoof and Vol'jin just by his side, the consequences would be unimaginable.

And listening to Thrall’s questioning, Mo Wen was intrigued. He nodded his nose with his hand and said with a storytelling expression: "Well, this question is a long story. It was probably more than twenty years ago. At that time, the Second War had not yet begun. I was ordered to go to the Kingdom of Azeroth to investigate the invasion of the orcs. I happened to meet Blackmore. At that time, you know, he I happened to pick up an orc baby, and I was curiously driven and finally I poured the potion into the baby! That is you, Thrall, now the warchief of the tribe!"

Mo Wen's story is a bit long. Bloodhoof and Woking listened casually. It was just to drag the time. Thrall didn't care at first, but later he became more and more serious. In the end, the two eyebrows condensed into'Chuan'. 'Character.

It looked at Mo Wen with some uncertainty, and asked suspiciously: "You mean you put part of your soul into my body in order to gain my knowledge and power, but how did you know that I would Those with current achievements will study the culture of shamans?"

Hearing this question, Mo Wen's interest grew more and more, and he said with joy, "Oh! That's another story. Do you know that in the guardian dragon--"

However, at this moment, the elder Bloodhoof frowned and shouted directly to Thrall: "No, he is dragging time, there is a problem!"

Thrall was taken aback for a moment, looking at Bloodhoof, he couldn't figure out what was going on, and Woking beside it was also at a loss.

But Mo Wen, who was on the opposite side, gave a sullen expression, curled his lips and said, "Aren't you also dragging time?"

But Thrall reacted immediately, and even rushed out of the camp without hesitation.

It's just faster than it, Mo Wen had already stopped at the door with a flash.

"Since it has been discovered by you, then I don't have to hide it anymore!"

Mo Wen snapped his fingers softly. The surrounding environment will change in the next moment.

The original quiet moment of the night was replaced by the sound of killing. Surrounding the tent, there was dazzling red light everywhere, the color of the rising flame. It can be seen even through a layer of cloth, and the hot temperature even makes the earth red. At this time, through the door curtain blocked by Mo Wen, a huge python can be seen looming outside the entire chiefs camp, his head hissing loudly, several anxious orcs constantly trying to rush in from all angles. But it was blocked again and again, and in the end I could only shout out again and again unwillingly, wanting to get in touch with the inside.

"Chief Thrall, the Alliance is here! Come out!"

"Terran! Those guys of the Terran are here! There are also blood elves and dwarves!"

"We are already surrounded, Chief, what to do!"

"In fact, this is just a simple illusion. Since I can prevent people outside from seeing what is inside, I can naturally prevent people inside from seeing what is outside!"

Looking at Thrall who gritted his teeth, Mo Wen's face was a touch of color, and he flicked his fingers. In the eyes of everyone, the orc who was still standing guard was suddenly a stiff corpse that fell to the ground.

"Look, it's easy!"

Sixth-level arcane, eternal illusion: creates illusions with sight, sound, and smell.

Seventh-level arcane, simulacra: Creates a phantom of a creature's clone, but only part of it is real.

"I am going to kill you!"

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, Thrall's eyes were already blood red, and he directly swung the Doomhammer to hit Mo Wen's head.

At the same time, Bloodhoof and Vol'jin also rushed up with murderous faces. You must know that there are not only the orcs living in Orgrimmar, but also many of their clansmen are here. Only by killing Mo Wen can they command their army and find a chance.

But the purpose of delaying time has been achieved, and Mo Wen's face also changed to another expression at this time. The handsome face was full of murderousness, and his eyes stared at the three people in front of him coldly.

I don't know when, a blue-purple ice crystal sword appeared in his hand, facing the hammer that Thrall smashed, the sword suddenly swung.

Like a newly rising first moon, a blue arc flashed in the sky. Even the flames of the camp could not stop the dazzling blue light.

"Be careful!--"

The pupils of the bloodhoof standing beside Thrall shrank, and leaped forward, pushing Thrall out.

"what?"

The person was in the air, and Thrall had no time to question, and his eyes were replaced by a cloud of blue.

As if the ice age had come, countless icicles gushing out frantically along the blue arc, forming an ice peak with a height of tens of meters and a length of hundreds of meters in just an instant.

The tent was torn in an instant, and everything outside was clearly transmitted.

The sky is already red, countless fireballs roaring from the sky with their long tails like shooting stars, wherever they fall are the roar of explosions and pungent smoke, and the griffon rider hovering in the air, crimson. Flames raged among the tents, and the whole camp was like a purgatory at this time. The tribes of humans, dwarves, and elves shouted from all directions, holding swords in their hands, and constantly slashing, and the tribe warriors lined up. Falling down in rows, the blood under him has gathered into a stream.

The hustle and bustle of the night is like a grand bonfire party, but it is actually a bloodbath to the orcs naked.

However, Thrall did not notice this at this time. Its gaze was already attracted by something else-on the peaks of the icicles, blood was slowly flowing, and Kane, who had just saved his life, was hanging. On top! The huge icicle pierced through the chest of Chief Bullhead, and the opponent at this time no longer breathed.

"—Kane!"

His lips squirmed slightly, but Thrall didn’t know what to say at this time. His best friend died in front of him to save himself. The pain of losing Tallesa seemed to resurface in front of him again. His eyes were blurred.

"——Thar!"

But at this moment a harsh and desperate scream came over, awakening Thrall from his sorrow.

The warchief turned his head subconsciously, but he saw a scene that made it crack.

In the sea of ​​fire, Woking jumped desperately and madly, a series of huge fireballs bombarding it constantly, each containing amazing magic power.

"--No!"

Thrall jumped up and rushed towards the source of the flame, trying to save his comrades-in-arms.

But it was too late. A fireball exploded beside Woking, and the strong impact directly tore off one of its arms, blasting it out.

In the midair, Woking could only watch another fireball hit him, then the second, third, and the final burst of flames directly swept Wojin in, drowning in the billowing black smoke. middle.

Thrall knew that Woking was over without looking at it.

"You guy!"

Holding the warhammer in his hand tightly, Thrall looked at Mo Wen who slowly put his hand away, his eyes were no different from that of a beast.

Mo Wen smiled when he noticed the naked murderous intent.

To be honest, ~www.readwn.com~ After the energy attribute reaches a, Mo Wen's strength has steadily entered a first-class level, relying on the inexhaustible magic power for firepower output, he almost crushed Kane With Woking. I have to say that this kind of wanton catharsis is still very fascinating, at least Mo Wen is now a little impatient for the next round.

"Sa, come on, Thrall, the warchief of the Horde! Let's fight the final battle in this flame!"

The killing continued below, and in the sea of ​​flames, Mo Wen laughed frantically at the tribal chief, and then slowly opened his arms.

Behind him, with the sound of howling, countless fireballs once again flew from all directions, dragging their long tails.

With flames, slaughter, and ear-piercing laughter, looking at the figure that looked like a demon, Thrall squeezed the Doomhammer and rushed up with a roar. (To be continued.)

ps: Thanks to Yiyue Huange, Baozi Coffee, Blue Scholar, I don’t ask to wander around, the monthly ticket of Baozi Coffee and the reward of 18204541569.

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