The Rise of the Cemetery

(At the end of the month, I am crazy to ask for a subscription, and the old wolf is going to eat meat again! Also thank Nanshan Huo for the great reward support!)

The flames of war are gradually extinguishing.

The woodland after the hard fight was full of blood and stench.

Vanell dragged the body covered with crooked claw marks, and walked **** the battlefield where the corpses ran across the field. From time to time, he would lean over and pick up the messy corpse, and from inside he turned out a dead orcish body that was terrible.

In the smoky battlefield in front of him, there were corpses of orcs turning upside down, and of course more strange worm corpses. The predator war worms are already ugly, and then they are smashed by the orc's big hammer and stone hammer, and they can't look directly.

Vanell turned three or four corpses one after another, but he didn't find an orc still alive. His heart was filled with endless desolation and pain. Every orc corpse he pulled out was carefully set aside by him, and he would think that there would be warriors from their tribe to bring them back.

Just when he accidentally touched the cold sweat from the huge wound with the bone visible under the waist rib, a wolf cavalry riding a huge coyote ran down from a distant hill.

"Dear Lord Vanel, Thor the Wolf Cavalry reports to you!"

The wolf cavalry rushed forward and strangled the mount, pushed the wolf helmet on the pusher, and saluted the orc leader on the wolf's back.

"How is it, Thor? Are all the bugs gone?"

"I'm afraid the war is not over, chief. The bugs are hoarded there 10 miles away, and they look like they are waiting for reinforcements. Ruther Lake let me come back to report you. If you are fine, then I still Go back and continue to monitor them! "

"Tell me to Ruther Lake for me, don't make close contact with the bug again, just keep a long-range look. If the bug has any dynamics, please come back and report it."

"Yes, the leader!" Weng Sheng agreed, and Thor patted the wolf's neck. The fierce coyote covered with dense gray hair sighed, and the wolf cavalry disappeared in an instant. Behind the hill.

Vanell stood for a moment and turned to the orc camp behind the battlefield.

Countless orc women and children on the battlefield groped in the corpse to find out the orc corpses of every flesh and blood, and then unified to the rear for burial. A large number of insect corpses were also gathered by them, and then fired and incinerated.

No way, those bugs seem to eat everything. If you leave these corpses to them, maybe next time you can make the Zerg power stronger.

The battle ended just half an hour ago, and Vanell led an army of 80,000 orcs against a side army of the Zerg. Perhaps he had absolutely no idea before the war. In order to wipe out the zerg army of less than 50,000, the whole orc army had lost more than 20,000.

The orcs are brave, the orcs are fearless, and the orcs are the most powerful warriors in the entire Klein plane! But this cannot make up for the differences in equipment between the two parties.

The equipment of the orcs is all drawn from the barren northwest wasteland, where there is a lack of large metal deposits and blacksmiths who build excellent weapons and armor. Therefore, the orc warriors are almost all battlefields on the alder. Opposite them are terrified bugs armed. They are no longer pitiful bugs that can crush a large swath of a foot, but a horrible war worm that is as big as a mastiff and has a hard outer shell like a steel plate.

Especially those full-limb predators are more like all-metal killing machines. Even if the large half of the body is smashed by the orc warriors, they will pierce with the remaining sharp articulations.

The orcs may be infinitely powerful and can dance a small tree like wind in their hands, but their bodies are still made of flesh and blood. In the face of sharp arthropods doped with special metals, a pier is a blood hole, a stroke is A huge wound.

When the brute Tauren warriors lined up and waved thick wooden piles to smash a **** wind in the insect swarms, the swarms of beetles and war bugs were also madly bleeding them. Tauren warriors may be the bravest, but they also sacrifice the fastest. They often fall into a short state of madness after seeing blood, only knowing to charge towards the densest place of the swarm, and then swing the wooden pile like a ram.

But the swarms are endless. Soon, their strong and vigorous figure was overturned by the surging wave of insects, and then there was only the creaky and creaking sound of cutting teeth.

Centaur warriors, as rangers, don't have the elaborate archery skills of elves. Half-range shooting and spear throwing can't help the bug's hard carapace. Therefore, they could only raise their spears like the short orcs, and launched the most courageous death charge.

In the battle just now, the orc completely built an indestructible rou body Great Wall with his own flesh and blood, and then wiped out most of the living power of the opposite insect swarms with his powerful bravery. In the end, only more than 3,000 remnant swarms withdrew from the battlefield and disappeared deep in the woodland.

With such a rudimentary combat readiness, without any defensive facilities, the orcs can still achieve such an impressive record. It must be said that the orc is worthy of being the most powerful fighter in the Klein plane.

However, this glory fell on Vanell, but it was so heavy that it made his aging body look more rickety.

He was only forty years old this year, and he was placed on humans. It is completely in the middle of his adult life. However, he is already majestic and absent in the orcs with an average life expectancy of only 55 years old. If it weren't for the sudden outbreak of the pest disaster, I am afraid that he will be replaced by the newly emerged orc heroes in the next year's hero contest.

At a heavy pace, walked through the undulating corpses, walked by the soldiers sitting by the tree and sniffing the snores, walked by two women carrying the orc's body to the rear, walked through the simple and simple tip At the wooden camp, Vanell slowly walked towards the pointed cowhide behind the camp.

Along the way, he saw a lot of tribal animal skin warfare flags flying high, but the tribe warriors who could stand under it had become much thinner. Even under the split-hoof tribe station representing the tauren, the number of warriors has been so small that it can't become an army.

Vanell watched silently, walking silently. In his heart, there are countless mysteries waiting for Sanger's high priest to give him the answer. Today, he desperately needs an answer!

The tent of Sanger ’s high priest is still so dark and gloomy, and Sanger himself is even more haggard and weak.

As soon as he entered the large tent, Vanel drove away the two little shamans guarding the tent, and then stood in front of the central fire pond, Shen Sheng asked.

"Are we worth it?"

The high priest of Sanger sat alone in the shadow of the tent, even the light of the jumping fire in the fire pond could not illuminate the darkness that enveloped his face.

"What do you want to ask is worth it?"

"Is it worth fighting for the elves? The sacrifices are all the best lads among the orcs, but what about the elves? They gave way and put us on the front line of fighting the Zerg, but are they?"

"The elves are still discussing, they need to prepare!"

"They are discussing, they are preparing, but the sacrifice is made, but the orcs are paying the price! High priest, if this continues, does the orc have a future?" Speaking of the last sentence, Vanell's voice was close to roar .

"Everything we do now is for the tribe!" Sanger's hoarse voice justified.

"For the tribe, for the tribe ..." Vanell's emotions are clearly out of control: "At the tribal clan conference, you say so, and still say so. But now I need to know a clear message, we are Who fights? "

"Of course we are fighting for the Horde!" Sanger roared back in rage.

"You always say that, but I need a clearer guideline now. The entire clan has handed over its outstanding warriors and brought them together under a large banner. You now let me lead them to the swarm and rush To death ... Can such a fighting tribe have a future? "

"But we must fight! The spirit of the ancestors has clearly told me that the orcs can only save their existence by fighting, otherwise the orcs will die!"

"Then let the spirit of the ancestors tell me in person! ..." With a deafening roar, Vanell snarled wildly.

The body of the Sangh high priest in the shadow was shocked, although his face was unrecognizable, but the red pupils were blazing at the two pupils.

"Okay, okay, since you must read it, then I will show you the prophecy of the ancestor spirit ..."

The high priest of Sanger stepped forward and exposed his face for the first time in the light of fire. It was only a few days since I saw him. His cheeks had been thinned like a skeleton, and his body was more rickety. If it was n’t for the burning pupils, it would show vitality. I am afraid that outsiders would only treat him as a corpse.

The high priest of Sanger took a sharp tooth from the beast tooth necklace of the neck, cut the index finger of the right hand, and used a thin finger like a claw to outline a strange eye-like pattern on the forehead of Vanell. Then he used both hands to hold the sides of his head.

"Since you want to see it, let me show you ..."

With the windless automatic flag behind the Stonehammer Battle Flag, the low and powerful orc war song slowly began to reverberate in the camp. Scenes of historical moments that occurred at a certain moment in the future quickly flashed in Vanell's mind. Every scene is so thrilling, every scene is so heartbreaking, most of the scenes are the orc tribe being slaughtered by a mysterious alien, the blood of the corpses is everywhere, the orcs roar and fall down everywhere The figure is full of broken camps and mountains of corpses ...

In almost all scenes, the orcs were dead, and the orc tribe disappeared.

But only in one scene, a tall and mighty orc stood in the **** storm, holding a giant axe in one hand, and holding the tribal battle flag high in one hand, leading thousands of orcs in the blood and fighting in the endless sea of ​​insects ... …

The high priest of Sanger persisted until the end, and when Vanel saw all the future, he sat down on the floor gasping, his cheeks abnormally floating with a bright red.

"The future of the orcs is battle. Only battle can survive!" Sanger struggled hissing.

"Fighting one battle and nine dying for a lifetime, and passively avoiding war and ten for no life. I understand ... I understand ..." Vanell closed his eyes in pain and muttered to himself.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at the sergeant high priest on the ground, and hammered his chest heavily. He pulled the battle flag that symbolized the Stone Hammer tribe from the ground, turned and strode out of the camp.

The moment the tent door lifted, the afterglow of the setting sun smeared a touch of golden color on his body.

The orc war continues!