MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 74 73. The Fury of the Demon King

   Chapter 74 73. The Fury of the Demon King

  The siege of Lordaeron is still going on. The human race is bleak, but the orcs are not all smooth sailing.

   In the continuous siege of the city, the violent orcs, who have always been known for their individual strength, have been pulled to an exaggerated level in the fighting in the past four days.

   From the initial three-for-one, to the current one-for-one.

   This terrifying battle-to-loss ratio made all the chiefs who were used to war tremble with fear, but at this moment, they were also very knowledgeable and did not interfere with the strategy of the war chief Orgrim Doomhammer.

  Especially after the heads of the three little chiefs who tried to escape were smashed in public yesterday, the army of the orcs who dared to be somewhat scattered in the barracks was immediately forcibly glued together again.

   Both sides have been desperate.

   It was like two beasts that were driven to a desperate situation. In the **** battle to the death, the two sides had stabbed their fangs into each other's necks, and between the teeth, there was only one last way left to bite the bullet.

  The winner will be extremely weak.

   But it can quickly restore vitality by swallowing the corpse of the loser, and once it fails, it will be the end of the dead body.

   In the tent of the warchief, watching the guards leave with the command of the warchief to kill, the anger of the Saurfang warlord still could not rise.

   At this time, he had no choice but to be furious.

   He couldn't accept such a result, and all orcs couldn't accept it.

   "Okay, don't waste any more time on what happened, Gul'dan did stab us hard, but fortunately I saved a hand ahead of time."

The warchief    shook his head, he sighed, and said to Saurfang:

   "Walok, you immediately bring people into Alterac Valley, and I will give you a map to find the compatriots who left us six years ago."

   "Frost Wolf?"

  Saurfang's eyes lit up instantly, he clenched his fists and said:

   "Yes! Frostwolf! The Frostwolf clan still has a shamanic heritage, as well as legendary shamans like Elder Drek'Thar, as well as elite wolf cavalry soldiers who are not inferior to the Thunder King clan.

   As long as they join the fight, we will.”

   "No! The battle is over, Varok!"

   Orgrim said in a deep voice:

   "I need you to find Elder Drek'Thar and tell him exactly what I said, I don't need the Frostwolf to join the war, and I respect the wishes of my dead brother Durotan.

   I just need the Frostwolf clan to buy us time to retreat, the humans must have begun to block the mountain pass, and I need that mountain pass to open up for us!

  I'm going to retreat to the southern border with the remaining soldiers!

  The fortress of the Dragonmaw clan is blocked by the wetlands, and the army of human beings cannot pass. The land of the Stormwind Kingdom in the southern border of the mainland is also fertile enough for us to live and recuperate.

   We just need to keep the human counterattack in the line of Wetlands and Khaz Modan, then go back to the Dark Portal and bring the Warsong and Shattered Hands back from the abyss of war.

   As long as we are united, we have hope. "

   "Follow your orders, Great Chief!"

  Saurfang immediately accepted the order and did not even take a break. He immediately took the letter from the Great Chief and ran into the Alterac Valley. Orgrim Doomhammer also put away the pain and loss in his heart.

   He looked at the city of Lordaeron that had been battered by war and was still standing there like a wounded old soldier, unwilling to fall.

   A gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He says:

   "You won, humans, enjoy the victory, but the Horde hasn't lost yet and we'll be back!"

   Orgrim's words were firm, as if they were only for himself and the ruined city in front of him.

   But he didn't know it, and his words were known by another being.

   He didn't even know that that existence had been paying attention to him and all the orcs a long time ago.

   Pay attention to their race, pay attention to their civilization, pay attention to their world, and use means hidden in the dark that are not easy to discover, to explore, to find, and to invoke the inescapable bravery and belligerence hidden in the depths of the blood of the orcs.

   Just like that.

   From the back of Orgrim, the horizon is elongated, rising, and extending, to the stars, to the dimest part of the sea of ​​​​stars, and finally reflected on a dark red crystal in the form of a magical projection.

"Da da"

  A dark red finger flicked on the edge of the crystal ball that reflected Orgrim's back. It had slender and evil nails, and red flames were entwined and rolled on it.

  Looking all the way up this finger, you can see a dark red arm with fel scars and bone spurs, ornately decorated shoulder pads with monstrous skulls filled with green fel.

   There is also a huge and strong chest, the same dark red skin, and a white skull pendant that hangs from the neck like a furnace.

   It's huge.

   Leaning on a stone throne, it looked at the reflection of the crystal ball, and a pair of red eyes like magma went on and on.

Well.

   This being's cheeks are quite special, most notably four tentacles extending from the chin, just like its beard, at the end of the octopus-like tentacles, and decorated with stone rings made of obsidian.

   But it has real beards.

   Black, perfectly repaired, like a goatee.

   It has no hair.

   was replaced by a scalp that was layered like **** skin, and long horns that curved and grew beyond the black bone spurs that extended from behind the sharp ears and above the skull.

   Black, goat-like horns, slightly coiled.

   This is the real devil's horn.

   And it is the horns that can be born among the stars, only the most powerful demons have, like a crown.

   This being is a demon.

   It was not born as a demon, but it is indeed the most powerful demon lord that exists in this group of stars, or it is called the demon king, and not many people will object.

   After all, the Burning Legion under its command is ravaging the stars at the speed of destroying hundreds of worlds every day.

   Just as it wasted time focusing on Orgrim and this little war in a world billions of light years away, many worlds have been wiped out by the Burning Legion.

   That world is special.

   There is no doubt about that.

   Or it wouldn't have allowed the Demon King to waste precious time focusing his attention on the fact that the mighty, invincible Burning Legion has failed only a handful of times in its journey among the stars.

   And in the few failures of Miaomiao, there is a place in the world called Azeroth.

  10,000 years ago, the billions of demons of the Burning Legion expedition there, and even the dark gods they believed in went out in person, but they still got a tragic failure.

  The devil is very vengeful.

   In the past ten thousand years, they have not forgotten that shame, and they have been trying to find a way to get back, even though ten thousand years ago, the demon king in front of him did not participate in that expedition.

   But it also knows that.

   If you want to please the dark god, then for the supreme being, capturing Azeroth is the easiest and most effective way.

  Unfortunately, it was handpicked by the orcs who took some time to "guide".

   lost.

The    tribe lost badly.

   They can't even defeat the human civilization that has existed for less than three thousand years.

   Not to mention the troubles of the night elves who defeated the Legion 10,000 years ago and lived in seclusion on another continent of Azeroth, the Moon God Kingdom.

   This seems to prove once again that the world of Azeroth is definitely not as simple as it seems.

   "The tribes are all trash!"

  The Demon King sat on the throne where flames and shadows blended, and commented coldly.

   It has no interest in following a group of losers anymore.

   So under its gaze, the picture on the crystal ball suddenly changed, from Lordaeron where Orgrim was located, to the most mysterious sea area of ​​the Endless Sea.

   It saw Gul'dan.

  The dark believer who was guided by it, abandoned the ancient shamanic heritage, and plunged into the evil energy, the Demon King once thought that it was the most proud "work" in the past tens of thousands of years.

   After all, Gul'dan's "achievement" in the way of the warlock is too great.

   With his own power, he polluted the whole world with fel energy, cut off the hope of the Draenor world, and forced the orcs to open the door of darkness and invade another world in order to survive.

   For this alone, Gul'dan has surpassed his fellow traitors who served the Burning Legion like him in countless civilizations and worlds.

   And Gul'dan is still trying.

   He is like the best and most diligent employee of the Legion. During the war in Azeroth, he has been secretly serving the Demon King, and has been leading the berserk orcs to serve as the demon's pawns.

   Even without a single soldier from the Legion, Gul'dan and the furious orcs almost overturned a quarter of Azeroth.

  Unfortunately, that chop suey finally couldn't bear the ambition in his heart.

  When the Horde was about to win a victory for the Burning Legion, he backhandedly stole the victory the demon king wanted to see, and he even foolishly tried to get hold of the power left by the dark gods in that world.

   This has made the Demon King extremely dissatisfied.

   It is not that it cannot bear failure. Failure can be transformed into nourishment for the next victory under the power of conspiracy.

   But betrayal!

   It hates betrayal.

   It looked at the crystal ball, which reflected Gul'dan's figure.

  The Great Warlock was standing on a dilapidated boat. In front of his eyes, it was the destination of his long journey. That green, full of fel energy, was a barren sandy beach.

   He took seven ships and 3,000 orcs out to sea. Only one ship remained, less than 500 orcs who could follow him to his destination alive.

   But in the end, relying on the reefs all over the sea and the demons he desperately summoned, he stopped Dalene Proudmoore's pursuit, and he fled into this unknown sea.

  Daelin has to go back to the Eastern Continent to save Lordaeron and let Gul'dan escape.

   But this is not lucky.

  The Demon King saw Gul'dan wading into the Broken Shore from the crystal ball, and he saw the Great Warlock kneeling on the ground full of fel energy, reaching out his hands to the sky.

   It saw the joy in Gul'dan's old face, it saw the desire and ambition in the eyes of the Great Warlock.

   A fiery smile appeared on the corner of the Demon King's mouth.

   "I could have sent countless demons into Azeroth at the moment of your betrayal, strangling your wretched soul, but I didn't.

   Gul'dan, the madness I'm proud of.

  You stole the victory that belonged to the legion, and you are so confident that you want to encroach on the power that only belongs to the gods. Your ambition and arrogance have alarmed him who was fighting in the depths of the star sea.

   Merciful He has given you a chance. "

   The king of demons, the deceiver, sitting on the Throne of Flame, Kil'jaeden reached out and clasped the fiery red crystal ball in front of him and placed it in front of his hot eyes.

   It admired Gul'dan's stance on his quest in a distant world.

it says:

   "He will show you with your own eyes the supreme power you have been chasing, and then, just as you stole our victory, He will punish you in the same way.

   Sad common man!

   Your fate can end up being watched by a god

   Be proud of it.

   Finish your journey to becoming a god, and at the end, the harvest is already waiting for you. Despair!

   Hehehe, I can never get enough of such an interesting drama.

bring it on.

   Gul'dan.

  Be brave, step into the hall of your destiny, and please me with your screams and tragedies.

  You bastard! "

   (end of this chapter)