Chapter 441 Night Attack

With a whistle, a pale blue light flashed across the sky.

"boom!"

Grom stepped forward a few steps like a heavy hammer, his back suddenly exploded, his heavy armor was dented and shattered, and his posture was unstable.

But instead of falling like most of his comrades, the strong orc straightened up and roared his axe towards Lothar.

"when!"

The battle axe collided with the great sword, the weight of both weapons was not light, and a dull loud sound erupted.

Lothar took a few steps back and roared at Grom again.

This is not only a competition of strength, but also a collision of combat skills, and there is no doubt that both sides are the most powerful fighters.

Grom looked left and right, looking at the few remaining human soldiers who were surrounding him, without hesitation, he roared and rotated his posture, the Blood Roar battle axe danced under the whirlwind-like force, unexpectedly hard. Shengsheng cut two human soldiers into two pieces.

At this time, there were only four soldiers and ghosts around Lothar, and two giant stone giants were still supporting them. Others, including the paper yaksha who were as solid as rocks, had been disintegrated in the attack of the orcs. Lothar was equivalent to fighting alone. .

Fortunately, the orcs follow the tradition. At this time, he is equivalent to one-on-one with Grom. The other orcs will not attack him even if they occupy this land. They will just wait quietly for the victory between him and Grom. burden.

Just after Lothar and Grom fought each other a few times, a silver-white metal figure descended from the sky and blocked them in front of them.

At the same time, a stone giant next to him also collapsed.

Anyang ignored it and grabbed Lothar, who was in anger: "Hey, I'm sorry for Karen's death, but don't be impatient, there is the whole of Azeroth behind you, you must take responsibility for them. responsibility."

Without a word, Lothar shoved him away and charged towards Grom again.

But as soon as he took a step, he felt a hand grabbing the armor behind him, and then his entire body suddenly rose into the air, unstoppable, and the orcs and the battlefield below quickly became smaller. And the power to control himself was so powerful that he couldn't escape no matter what.

Above the sky, Anyang dropped the last blockbuster.

"boom!"

The ground was instantly engulfed by the canyon, and huge flames filled the eyeballs.

Grom, the orcs rushing in front, the remaining three scarred soldiers and ghosts, and a stone giant were all covered in flames.

Anyang flew forward with Lothar, not stopping for a moment, and soon caught up with King Ryan and others who were retreating in front.

At this time, Lothar was no longer struggling. When Anyang put him down, he didn't speak, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, dazed.

King Ryan and others were a little silent when they saw that Anyang brought back Lothar alone.

...

The carriage was bumpy all the way, and Anyang was also sitting in the carriage, ups and downs with the bumps.

He was actually a little guilty and a little bit remorseful, because he could have avoided the death of Karen and some of the other soldiers, as long as he grabbed the soldiers with a katana yaksha and flew over from the sky before the orcs came. Able to avoid a siege situation.

But after hesitating for a while, he lost the best time to leave. Second, there are many shamans among orcs, and it is difficult for Dakini Yaksha to leave with one person. Moreover, it is his selfishness, saying it is a conspiracy and evil thoughts. It's not an exaggeration, he was a little worried. If he left so easily, it would be difficult for Lothar to realize that Medivh's power was out of control, and it would be difficult for him to truly suspect Medivh, his childhood friend.

So Anyang was a little silent.

After a long time, he sighed, suddenly got up and soared into the sky, disappearing into the distance.

Lothar sat on the edge of the carriage in a daze. It wasn't until he saw the departing figure that his eyes regained some clarity: "Where is Medivh?"

King Ryan was silent for a while, and replied, "He's in a coma. I asked Khadgar and Garona to take him back to Karazhan on a griffin."

Lothar's eyes sank, and he didn't say much, but his breathing was still a little short, and his chest was heaving.

...

Anyang caught up with the retreating orcs, but he kept silent and followed them silently.

At dusk, the orcs returned to the Blasted Lands.

The night soon fell, and Durotan was temporarily released for his great fame and honor. He returned to the camp of the Frostwolf clan, and saw his wife and newborn son, but this was only Gul'dan scruples him. The status of "little chief" and "hero" gave him the final preferential treatment.

But he was disarmed, not even the fangs that were bound to his arms as gauntlets and claws.

No one knew that a completely invisible figure followed them, wandering silently in the camp.

...

In the tent, the oil lamps were very dim, reflecting the atmosphere of exceptional silence.

Durotan grabbed his child and put it in the cradle, and said to his wife Draka: "Our operation has failed, it is very dangerous, you and the child must leave immediately, Gul'dan will not let us go, I will wait. I will take all the clansmen to break through, I hope to be able to leave..."

Before he could finish speaking, the curtain of the big tent was suddenly opened.

Durotan turned his head, but saw nothing there, and he was ready for it.

But for a moment, a light blue electric arc started in the dim tent, and a silver-white metal figure emerged out of thin air, gradually becoming clear.

Draka was shocked, and stared at this figure that suddenly appeared not tall or strong. Judging from his size, it was obviously a human being.

Anyang said lightly: "Durotan, you disappoint me."

Durotan was silent for a while, then lowered his head and said, "It's my fault, I admit it."

Draka, who was next to him, grabbed the dagger suddenly and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

Durotan waved his wife to calm down, then said, "That's what I told you, Prophet."

Anyang ignored Draka and asked, "Do you know your consequences?"

Durotan shook his head, but said nothing.

Anyang's voice was a little cold: "In the original history, you would surrender to the black hand in exchange for the survival of the clan, but Gul'dan still issued a massacre order to the Frostwolf clan and kept it from Orgrim. Your Your wife will die, your son will be exiled and raised as a slave by humans, you will challenge Gul'dan after being secretly released by Orgrim, and be brutally killed by him with fel energy, but the dissatisfied orcs will not be able to resist ."

Durotan remained silent, but his chest heaved more violently.

"Have you come up with a name for your son? Guel, I guess. He's a great leader."

It's a pity, that little green guy should be Shrek when he grows up, right?

Durotan let out a low growl: "What should I do? You tell me!"

Anyang waved his hand, and a bunch of things fell out of thin air, which was the equipment that Durotan had taken away.

Wolf skins, fangs strung into claws by rope, and the Blood Guard slashing axe.

"When I leave this door, I will clear the watchers and guards around for you, and after you take a nap, I will light the large tent in the western camp, and then I will destroy Gul'dan's tent, I will I will let my summoned creatures attack the western camp, you leave here with the Frostwolf clan, the human army will arrive in a few days, this is your last chance."

Durotan nodded heavily. "I see, thank you, Prophet."

Anyang didn't say much, his figure was hidden in the big tent again, and only the door curtain that was suddenly opened could confirm his departure.

Durotan sighed and sat down. After being silent for a while, he stood up again: "I will inform the clansmen that you should take the child away as soon as possible."

...

Anyang's figure continued to wander in the camp, and an ancient sword shuttled silently in the air, with a faint glow of mana on it, even when it pierced the orc's body silently.

He was keen and ruthless to deal with the green-skinned orcs who should not be here, and also hid the corpse.

Until the end, he took out his sniper rifle, aimed at the orcs on the nearest sentry tower, and pulled the trigger decisively.

After the faint sound of inaudible sound, the orc had already collapsed on the sentry tower.

Anyang took off quickly and flew to the mountain west of the camp.

He first summoned the six stone giants, and then he glanced at the huge dark door, locked the tower where Gul'dan was located, thought about it, and moved it slightly.

The missile shot out of the armor, dragging a long flame across the night sky, roaring into the clearing beside Gul'dan's tower.

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, accompanied by the faint trembling of the earth, which immediately shocked many orcs.

They walked out of their tents one after another, only to see Gul'dan's tower crumbling in flames, which seemed to fall apart at any time, followed by a rolling and muffled sound from the hillside to the west, the earth trembled rhythmically, and the trees fell in piles. It seems that a few big guys are charging in this direction.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Ready to fight!"

The orcs rushed out immediately.

Anyang stared at all this, ignited the propeller and flew down quickly, and began to mutter a spell.

Fire-shaped dragon art!

With a loud bang, a huge flame ignited in the air, turning into a slender and powerful fire dragon, raging forward with its teeth and claws.

The lethality of the fire dragon may not be strong, but as long as it can ignite the past tents, it is enough.

And Anyang did not give up, and continued to use the technique of ignition, the technique of fire tongue, and set fire to this camp.

The west side of the orc's camp was ablaze with fire.

The orcs came out of the tent, but they couldn't find the source of the flame at all. Even if the flame suddenly ignited beside them, they didn't know how to ignite it.

"Mage, the enemy's Mage attacked!"

...

After doing all this, Anyang took off decisively and left to avoid encountering powerful shamans and warlocks among the orcs.

He rose to a height of several hundred meters and watched the Frostwolf tribe in the east make a surprise attack. The warriors and shaman riding on the Frostwolf attacked furiously, eliminating the remaining obstacles and leading the clan away.

Most of the orcs have gone to deal with the unknown attack from the west, and even those who are not involved in the war are watching over there, where the fleeing Frostwolf clan can be seen.

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