Chapter 154: The Crusaders' First Battle, Bladewind Evil Orcs

The base of the Bladewind Clan, a very small orc camp. Its scale cannot be compared with any city in the world.

Compared with those famous cities such as Blackrock Foundry and Grommashar, this camp is only called Bladewind Outpost.

Although it is already night, it is not a problem for the orcs, not to mention that the lights of Bladewind Outpost are bright.

Even if there is no light, the orcs' keen sense of smell and relatively good eyesight are enough to ensure that they can fight at night without worries.

"You are the true master of Talador, the heir of the power of the true god, and the butcher of the Draenei. How can a so-called crusade composed of a group of weak people shake you?"

In Bladewind Outpost, a green-skinned orc in a purple robe complimented the newly elected Bladewind Chieftain Heriel.Skullbreaker.

Heriel was tall and strong. After drinking the green magic blood, his body became even bigger than before. He was considered a first-class man in the ordinary orc tribe.

He sat on a wooden chair and laughed wildly, "Bladewind's warriors are invincible. As long as Gul'dan's army comes, we can easily get these dirty coolies out of my territory."

His arrogance naturally had a source. The moment he saw the coolies instantly turn into strong warriors after drinking the bucket of green blood.

When he saw that the fel flames erupted by the warlocks could easily shake the mountain ridges.

Heriel knew that his glorious moment was coming.

So he drank the demon blood without hesitation and became the first orc chieftain conquered by Gul'dan in Talador.

When the news of the Crusades came out, he immediately realized that his clan was likely to become the target of the Crusades. During this period, he built castles, constructed fortifications, and stepped up the training of soldiers. From time to time, he summoned the warlocks sent by Gul'dan, hoping to get some divine will.

"Gul'dan said that the true god meant for you to stop the Crusades here." The warlock smiled coldly. The existence of this small clan was insignificant. Gul'dan just wanted to use them to delay the offensive of the tribe and buy time for Gul'dan's actions in Tanaan Jungle.

"Although their chieftain has summoned the army, how can the orc clans from all over the world obey his orders so easily? So I believe that their so-called Crusades must be in chaos. As long as you stop them for a while, this patchwork army will split." The warlock said: "By then, with this military exploit, you will be the greatest chief in the world."

The greatest chief?

It must be said that it is a terrible thing to have demon blood in the brain. Helier believed the warlock's words. He believed that the green skin of his clan would bring them victory.

Unexpectedly, he was a joke in the eyes of the tribe and the fel tribe.

"A clown in a play. But for us, it is a good start."

Nergo sat on the back of a black wolf, mocking the Bladewind Clan for overestimating their capabilities.

"800 years ago, in the caves of Gorgrond, orc families migrated to all parts of the world and formed clans. Among them, a group of orcs came to Talador, and they called themselves the Bladewind Clan."

Looking at the newly built fortifications of the Bladewind Clan, Nergo told the history of the clan.

"For eight hundred years, clans have been declining and rising, but the Bladewind Clan has always occupied the fertile land of Talador."

Nergo recalled the past history. 800 years ago, when the Ogre Empire dominated, the Gronns were everywhere, and the Crowmen tried to revive the empire, the Bladewind Clan was able to occupy a place under the eyes of the Goria Empire. There is no doubt that they were a powerful clan at that time.

"90 years ago, the Bladewind Clan was no longer the Bladewind Clan of the past. They were small in number and small in scale. They made a living by looting. They also launched the first attack on the Draenei."

"The Draenei did not choose to return the Bladewind Clan with blood, so looting the Draenei became their tradition."

Nelgo looked at Maraad beside him, "I don't want to judge the prophet's formal standards, and I don't want to defend from anyone's perspective."

"Last year, when the tribe was established, the chief of the Bladewind Clan died at the hands of the great chief, and then they chose to support Gul'dan and became the running dogs of the devil."

Nelgo sighed and turned around to look at the chiefs and generals.

"What I want to say is that I will not be as merciful to the Bladewind clan as the prophet Velen, I will only be more fierce than the demons. Today I am leading the coalition of five races, with more than 100,000 troops accompanying me. I will not let them go once, twice, or three times. I will not fail because of their evil magic. I will only succeed!"

Having seen the gate of the Bladewind clan, Nergo waved his hand and did not give the Crusaders time to think, "Artillery is ready, catapults are ready, soldiers charge!"

"lok-tar, ogar!"

"Charge! For the chief!"

As soldiers rushed out one by one and shells were fired one by one, Fenris Wolf Pulse, who participated in the Crusade, swallowed his saliva.

He had never seen such a large-scale battle, a joint army of 100,000 people, charging towards the enemy's camp.

The same was true for Blackhand, he looked in the direction of the Draenei technicians and orc artillery.

Look at those cannons, how beautiful they are! These are all war weapons made by his people day and night.

Of course, with the help of Draenei technicians.

For this reason, Blackhand even looked at the Draenei with a much friendlier look.

"Hurry up!"

Another group of orc warriors rushed to the front line.

These warriors from all over the world raised their weapons and shields, under the cover of cannons, under the majestic gaze of the chiefs, listening to the encouragement of priests and shamans, and moved forward.

"How can they have so many people!" Helier shouted loudly. Yes, his orc army was tall and strong, but it was not as strong as these ogres!

Look at the endless army outside the camp. Even if they don't have to fight in, they can trample them to death just by stepping on them.

"Warlock!" Helier grabbed the warlock sent by Gul'dan, "Now it's your turn to cast magic with your friends to destroy the enemy!"

Destroy? Destroy a hammer.

The warlock rolled his eyes, "Okay, Chief, don't worry, I'll gather them right away."

When all the four warlocks gathered together.

The purple-robed warlock who was leading the group couldn't help but smile.

"Hurry up! What are you hesitating about?" Heril had seen that the castle he had worked so hard to build was razed to the ground by the tribe, and he wished he could kill all these warlocks right now.

"Don't worry." The warlocks chanted spells in a low voice, and Heril stared at him intently.

"Rain of Fire."

"Rain of Shadow Arrows."

"Demon Summoning."

"Pain and Impermanence."

The warlocks said different spell names, but they did the same thing. As soon as they finished speaking, a portal teleported all four of them away.

It turned out that all the spells they released were portals.

Heril looked at the empty room, looked around, and the desire to kill brought by the demon's blood had been suppressed by the sadness in his heart.

"It's over, it's all over." He sat on the ground in a panic.

Looking at the hammer in his hand, he wanted to hit his head, but stopped at the influence of a voice.

It was a draenei voice.

He stood up, put on his armor, and rushed out of the room.

"Draenei, die!" He wanted to smash a draenei's head in his last time.

Boom!

A shell exploded, and Heril died.