Chapter 38 7. The Sea of ​​Red Flames

"boom"

Another barrage of death fell from the sky. The scorching shells ruthlessly smashed through the orc warship, and exploded in the cabin. Amidst the tumbling flames, hundreds of orcs were buried in the flames of the sea.

Tyrion stood on the edge of a battleship, calmly watching the nearby battleship burning in flames, watching those orcs screaming and falling into the sea, watching them being swallowed by the icy sea water bit by bit.

This rapid transition between life and death can make his cold heart feel a slight vibration. Life is so fragile that a cannonball can end it, and flesh and blood are so weak. In the burning flames, flesh and blood can only wait to die alone.

"If this continues, the morale of the orcs will collapse."

The voice of the subordinate sounded behind Tyrion. Glokush manipulated the tall human knight body, carrying a steel scepter, and walked to Tyrion amidst the artillery fire. The orc warrior in the water, he shook his head:

"No one can keep their morale high under the bombardment of this frequency... Those goblins deceived Orgrim. The artillery on these ships cannot be compared with the artillery of the human fleet. What's more, the orcs will not use this at all. kind of weapon."

"So what?"

Tyrion said calmly, he suddenly stretched out his left hand, dark red death energy spewed out from his palm, lifted an orc warrior who was about to be silent from the sea, and grabbed it in his hand.

"Ahem, thank you, thank you!"

The orc gasped heavily, and he thanked the death knight with difficulty. The next moment, a silent smile flashed across Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, and he let go of his fingers suddenly. The orc who was lifted up from the sea The soldier, screaming again, fell into the sea, and this time no one could save him.

"Oh, sorry..."

Tyrion looked at his black gauntlet, and said softly:

"Hand slipped."

"Is such a game interesting, Lord Tyrion?"

Glokush watched all this completely, and he said: "Give new hope to the dying, and then snuff out hope with his own hands... What kind of cruel behavior is this?"

"But he lived at least 5 seconds longer than the others..."

Tyrion looked back at Glokush:

"Shouldn't he thank me for that?"

"Are you expressing your dissatisfaction with fate in this way?"

The death knight retinue asked again, and facing this question, Tyrion narrowed his eyes and looked like he was smiling, but there was no smile in his cold eyes:

"No, I just want to see the change in his expression... Seriously, it's meaningless at all, have you learned the 2 ice runes I taught you?"

Glokush froze for a moment. The topic changed too quickly. After a while, he shrugged:

"Unfortunately, the inscription of the rune is a bit difficult, I only succeeded in one."

Tyrion shook his head, turned around and walked into the cabin, he reprimanded with some dissatisfaction:

"These runes are the knowledge passed down from generation to generation by the Shadowmoon clan of your orcs. Now you want me, a high elf, to teach you. How stupid! Talon Gorefiend learned it in just one day!"

"He was a warlock, and I was a warrior...you can't ask for that much."

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"Our morale is collapsing, Warchief!"

Burning Sword Sandar rushed into the bridge of the orc flagship anxiously. He shouted to Orgrim: "Use the last resort! Great Chief! Otherwise we will fail!"

"Not urgent!"

Orgrim put the monocular binoculars bought from the goblin in front of his eyes, and he said softly:

"We can still bear the loss now! I'm waiting for an opportunity!"

"what chance?!"

Dahl asked, and at this moment, Orgrim's eyes shrank suddenly. On the sea in front of him, the human fleet began to change its formation. The ships turned around, making the originally loose formation tighter. , it seems that Dai Lin intends to launch a concentrated offensive against the orc flagship.

"Now! I've been waiting for this... opportunity to kill them all!"

The great chief crushed the rough rune stone in his palm, and the next moment, in the underground city of Grim Batol in the wetlands, the order of Nekros the Skull Crusher, the great warlock of the Dragonmaw Clan, also sounded:

"Now! Go! Help the warchief!"

"Aww"

In the darkness in front of his eyes, three behemoths with a body length of more than 60 meters roared dissatisfiedly, trying to shake off the orcs lying behind them. He took out a golden disc from his bosom and held it tightly. The next moment, a miserable howl came from the deepest darkness of Grim Batol.

The howling sound was full of pain, like a hamster thrown into a blazing fire.

This scream made the huge monsters in the darkness in front of Nekros angry. They flapped their wings and rushed out of the darkness. They were three real adult dragons... and the one that Dai Lin had knocked down from the sky. Young dragons are different. Even if they lie on the ground, these guys are as huge as a small mountain bag.

Their eyes shone with resentment, but the orc warlock was not afraid at all. He waved the golden artifact "Dragon Soul" in his hand, and he roared loudly:

"If you don't obey, your queen will suffer even more pain! Choose yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, there was another pitiful howl in the darkness. The three adult dragons gritted their teeth. They could easily burn the warlock in front of them to death just by blowing out the dragon fire, but they didn't dare to do so. Do... it will hurt the supreme Red Dragon Queen.

In the end, three adult dragons full of orc knights rushed out of Grim Batol with flapping wings. These real fantasy dragons flew extremely fast and easily crossed the speed of sound. In less than 3 minutes, they tore apart the Opened the darkness that fell at night, and appeared above the South China Sea.

"Burn those ships! Burn those humans! The Horde... is invincible!"

Amid Orgrim's roar, three adult red dragons descended from the sky. The moment they appeared, Dai Lin's fist slammed on the conductor Zhuo in front of him:

"This is your hole card? Orgrim...It really is a repeat of the old trick!"

He turned and shouted:

"Let the Gryphon Riders fly! Stop those dragons, 30 minutes! No! 20 minutes... 20 minutes, the Horde will collapse!"

"hush huh"

In the roar of Dai Lin, more than 30 Wildhammer Gryphon Knights drove their beloved pets, holding warhammers, and rushed into the sky... Ever since the young dragon was captured in Southsea Town, the Alliance has been targeting Dragons manipulated by orcs adopt various methods, and the addition of Wildhammer dwarves gives humans weapons to deal with dragons.

But to be honest, no one has any idea whether the ferocious griffin can deal with the dragon. Even Kurdran, the most powerful griffin rider of the Wildhammer dwarves who took off at this time, has no idea about the ability to deal with the dragon. Whether you can defeat the dragon, you have no confidence.

That's a dragon... the ultimate existence in the mortal world...

"Use the hammer of the storm!"

Kurdran, wearing flying goggles, shouted loudly, the next moment, more than 20 warhammers shining with silver lightning flew out of the hands of these heroic Wildhammer dwarves, and smashed fiercely at the dragon soaring in the sky , This kind of dwarven secret warhammer attack is amazingly powerful. The moment it was thrown, it knocked down a dozen orcs behind the nearest dragon.

But the war hammer smashed on the dragon's scales, apart from making the dragon feel pain and become more crazy, it didn't even stop them for even a second.

"boom"

Because the queen was threatened, the red dragons who were forced to join the battle were creatures of order, and they couldn't bear to use their own power to slaughter lives, but if they didn't do so, it meant that those evil orcs would torture the queen even more. In the difficult torment of the dragon, the dragon finally made a cruel move.

Gryphon Rider did stop the dragon in the air, but it didn't work...

Giant dragons do not need to land on the ground to destroy human battleships, especially for the more powerful adult dragons, they took a deep breath, and the next moment, scorching dragon fire spewed out from their sharp teeth, just Like a pillar of fire falling from the sky, it swept across everything in front of them. In the attack of the three staggered pillars of fire, the human warships that resisted stubbornly were ignited one after another.

The entire surface of the South China Sea is on fire at this moment. The dragon fire is different from ordinary flames, they will not be extinguished by the sea water, so when the dragon fire is swaying, the entire sea surface is divided into a line by the flames. thread of death.

The ignited warship stood alone in the sea. In the burning of the dragon fire, the soldiers on the warship wailed miserably, but they could not escape the flames of death. They could only be burned to ashes bit by bit. The screams from the soldiers made the eyes of the three giant dragons in the sky full of pain.

Red dragons themselves are creatures that exist to protect the order of the world. They don't value human life, but now, they are forced to kill these creatures that are closely related to the order they guard.

This is simply the most terrible torture and humiliation for these noble creatures, so no matter how much the orc knights behind them wield their long whips, these giant dragons are unwilling to take a step forward... This is their bottom line for themselves persistence.

"retreat!"

The telescope in Dai Lin's hand was crushed by him, but after witnessing the power of the dragon's fire, the admiral suppressed his anger, and calmly issued an order:

"Retreat now!"

"But Your Majesty! We... we may still be able to hold on..."

The great knight Cyrus was also unwilling to retreat in such a panic when the tribe was about to be defeated. Facing his persuasion, a trace of helplessness flashed across Dai Lin's tired face:

"Those dragons don't want to hurt us...otherwise they don't need to warn us with dragon fire...If this entanglement continues, once the dragon breaks through the bottom line, this fleet will be over. Griffin knights can block them, but the number is too small ...retreat, this time...give them the ocean!"

"us!"

Dai Lin raised his head and looked at the three red dragons in the sky, his teeth were about to be crushed.

"We'll crush these bastards on land! Sooner or later... I'll take my seas back from them!"

Ten minutes later, the remaining human fleet slowly withdrew from the battlefield. Seeing this scene, Old Sword Saint Dar clenched his fists:

"Warchief, the humans have retreated...we have won!"

"No! We didn't!"

Orgrim put down the binoculars, his face was covered with frost:

"The dragons didn't burn the human fleet as I asked, only burned a third of it. It's not so much that we won, it's better to say that these dragons won... They scared the humans away, damn it! "

"Zuluhed, this incompetent waste! He still hasn't been able to completely control these giant dragons. If they can become our weapons of war, mere humans...huh, forget it!"

The great chief threw the binoculars in his hand to the old sword master, and he snorted:

"Now that the way ahead is clear, we will speed up and land on the hills of Hillsbrad! We will defeat those human kings on land with dignity! We will truly win this world!"

"On land, orcs are invincible!"

"Snapped"

In the pitch-black cabin, Tyrion tapped Glokush's steel scepter a few times with his finger, and a special rune was ignited by death energy, emitting a faint white light. Covering the heavy weapon was an eerie chill that would freeze any creature that touched it.

"Now, have you learned it?"

Tyrion looked at Glokush who was sitting next to him. The latter scratched his head. It was clearly the body of an elegant human knight, but it forced him to give him the clumsy and rough feeling of an orc.

"Uh, barely learned!"

Hearing Glokush's answer, Tyrion shrugged and threw the rune-inscribed scepter to the death knight's retinue.

"This is the simplest frost rune. You have used it so hard. You probably won't be able to master the ten times more complicated blood rune and the more complicated evil rune in this lifetime, let alone the last three runes." Combining texts, that will cost you a second life."

Glokush didn't care, he played with the cold steel scepter in his hand, looked at Tyrion, and asked in a low voice:

"I've always been curious, you are a high elf, you are the weakest of the 20 first-generation death knights, why are you the only one who can master these complex undead runes, I asked them, even Talon Gorefiend Great Warlock, I have never heard of these runes, how do you know about them? Where did you learn them?"

"Everyone has secrets, Glokush, you want to know my secrets..."

Tyrion leaned against the swaying cabin, closed his unique pair of ice-blue eyes, and said softly without any emotion: "You have to trade your secrets."

"I have no secrets!"

Glokush's expression changed:

"I don't know what you mean by that."

"Who the hell are you? You are not the same as those ordinary orcs who died in battle! Maybe the Gorefiend doesn't know this secret, but I choose apprentices and retinues, and I didn't just come here... You have a secret! Glokush , I can see it! Tell me!"

"You read it wrong! I'm really just an ordinary orc warrior named Glokush!"

"Okay! So I can only say that I was born with those runes!"

emmmmm, regarding the issue of the runes used by the three generations of death knights, the chronicle did not detail the origin, but if you have played the version of "Lord of Draenor", in the quest line of Shadowmoon Valley, it is not difficult for us to find , In fact, the Shadowmoon clan led by Ner'zhul is very good at using rune magic, and if you look carefully, there are many details in the Fortress of Pain. The runes carved on it are very, very similar to the runes of the death knights!

Considering that the patriarch of the Shadowmoon clan, Ne'ao, was destined to become the Lich King in his life, the guess that the runes used by the three generations of knights is a variant of the Shadowmoon runes is actually quite reasonable.