Chapter 731 51. The End of the Curse

In the sky of Mount Hyjal, icy snowflakes were falling, and the extreme concentration of death force made this world become dead silent.

No matter how loud the flames are, no matter how hot the flames are, they will be crumbling because of the approaching cold, especially in this completely sealed ice coffin, even if Mannoroth the Destroyer has exhausted the last trace of strength in his body, he still cannot turn defeat into victory in the face of death .

Its huge body is covered with pale death frost, just like an ancient mammoth sealed in ice, with its broken back, torn wings, severed claws, and torn chest, All this represents the end of the twisted life of the abyss lord. The green viscous blood exudes a disgusting smell, but before it flows out of the wound, it is frozen again, like a piece of blood that is about to fall. Like the green gems of the earth.

Until the last moment of his life, Maronus was stubbornly fighting with a standard devil posture. Its only remaining left paw was holding a heavy halberd, just like holding a charging lance. Pierce that terrifying weapon into the chest of the enemy and destroy them completely.

Unfortunately, it never had that chance again.

On the top of Maronos' venomous halberd, a ray of fel light is still faintly shining, and on the front of its huge body, the torn heart armor can still be seen through the cracks. A completely frozen heart is like a solid shield.

This huge headless corpse is like a war monument, representing the complete end of a disaster covering the entire civilization, the evil curse that enveloped the orc body, which constantly tortured the orc soul, making them a little bit The disease that has become debilitating, the malignant tumor that spread in the old tribal days, is finally relieved today.

It all started with Malonorth the Destroyer, more than 30 years ago on the world of Draenor, on the throne of Kil'jaeden on the Hellfire Peninsula, when the traitor Gul'dan seduced the warlike orc chieftains to drink a cup of demon Blood, those viscous and unknown fluids stimulated the greater potential in the bodies of the orcs, endowed them with more violent power, and then poured the will of destruction into the souls of the orcs through the blood flowing through the bodies.

Driven by the restless desire for destruction in their hearts, the orcs became killers controlled by demons, destroyers who rampaged across the dead world, they planned and premeditated attacks and slaughtered the Germans who had peacefully coexisted In the Leni civilization, hundreds of thousands of exiles from the stars died under the knife of the violent orcs. It was Kil'jaeden's punishment for his brother Velen's "betrayal", and the orcs, since then, have become frauds. The sharpest sword in the hands of the fighters.

The violent orcs destroyed their own world, made that world barren and dead, and then entered Azeroth with the help of the dark titan, pushing human civilization to the edge of the cliff in 8 years, if not Gul'dan abandoned the orcs and embarked on his own destiny. I am afraid that human civilization will not be able to sustain the arrival of the Dark Blade.

This is a disaster, a disaster that has spanned two worlds and several civilizations and lasted nearly 50 years... Even though the blood in the orc's body has long since dried up, the body that has been transformed by evil energy is still instinctively The thirst for depraved power, the torture of emptiness, made the orcs weak, and what was even more terrifying was the destruction of the will of the orcs by the blood disease.

There can be no hope for a race when 70% of its prime-age adults are addicted to some kind of intractable drug...  

But now, the real root of the blood disease, the chief culprit who used his own blood to pollute the entire orc civilization, has died, and the source of corruption has completely disappeared at this moment.

"Ah, fallen souls, always at hand..."

The great lord sitting above the dark sky was playing with a mass of souls gathering evil energy in his hands. With the touch of his fingers, that powerful soul was constantly trying to fight back, but in this place completely enveloped by the power of the realm of death, On the battlefield, it can't go anywhere.

"You'll bred a fine war machine for me, Mannoroth."

Tyrion put the group of souls in front of his eyes, and the high lord's ice blue eyes carefully looked at the stubborn war soul in front of him. He smiled and said in a low voice:

"Your combat skills, your combat experience, your instinctive desire and love for war, will make you good...food, yes...food."

"The first demigod of death in the realm of death, my loyal servant Arceus will thrive because of your "selfless dedication"..."

The great lord's fingers brushed the cold air, and a young soul herding deer appeared in his arms. The whole body of this young soul shone with a faint blue light. In the brilliance like starlight, it was a little dazed. Opening its eyes, it looked at Tyrion, and then let out a cry of joy, and rubbed its head against Tyrion's arm affectionately.

The little guy tilted his head, and began to look at the soul shining with evil energy in Tyrion's hand again. It seemed to smell the smell of food. It chirped happily, and then it was about to lick the soul, but was Tyrion held his head and stopped.

"It's a dangerous thing covered in venom, my little cutie Arceus...I have to 'wash' it before you can enjoy it."

"Recovery"

The soul shepherd who has begun to absorb the power of death in the wilderness of the realm of death sticks out its tongue obediently and licks Tyrion's finger. Although it has only just been born, it already has extremely high wisdom. It knows that Arceus That's his name, and he seems to like it a lot.

The great lord sat on the throne, stroking the head of the soul shepherd deer. He lowered his head and looked at the six orc chiefs embracing death on the battlefield. His figure slowly disappeared in the wind of the spirit world in the realm of death. At the moment of his disappearance, his voice also rang in the hearts of the six chiefs and prophets.

"Farewell to them, my warriors. When the dawn comes, the world of the dead will truly open for you...You will join in a long war, a war that takes place outside the world. War, I want you to be really prepared."

"Follow the concerns, and then step onto the battlefield."

"As for you, my old friend Ner'zhul, you finally came out, don't rush back, come and sit in my hell."

"wow"

The icy storm that shrouded the frosty battlefield slapped, like some kind of response, and the next moment, the cold storm disappeared without a trace.

Grom, the warsong chieftain dragging the huge head of Maronos, looked back. In the dark night sky, the light of Polaris had already dimmed. Dawn was coming, and the time left for these dead ghosts was running out. .

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"Send all the elves who are in the way to the rear!"

In the forest outside the town of Astrana in Ashenvale, the orc warlord Brox Saurfang cut off the head of a Naga warlord with a knife. Kicking the headless corpse far away, leaning on a battle ax covered in green blood, he shouted to the orc soldiers around him:

"Don't let them interfere with our attack!"

"Shut up! Orc!"

On the other side, wielding a sword, leading a ghost claw wolf and a white tiger, the elven general Ryan Wolfwalker, who drove the vicious Naga out of the position, turned his head and shouted:

"It's you who should go! This is the Kaldorei battlefield!"

"Then restrain your soldiers!"

Not to be outdone, Brooks retorted:

"Guys with thin arms and legs, don't come here to learn how warriors charge, and stay behind and shoot arrows is what you should do!"

This undisguised contempt made General Lane grit his teeth, but when she looked back at the battlefield, she found that the orc warlord's anger had a reason.

The elf guards guarding Astrana charged along with the orc army from the source, but the tired elf guards had no advantage in the face of the tall and powerful Naga thugs, and they couldn't face the orcs like the orcs. Blocking Naga's countercharge was originally a neat battle line, because the retreat of the elf guards would make the battle line uneven.

This kind of charge not only limits the performance of the orc warriors, but also allows the Naga to find the possibility of counterattack. These cunning soft-skinned snakes only choose the front line defended by the elf guards to break through. The orcs outside the battle line surrounded them.

"Astrana Legion! Stand firm and defend the enemy with bows and arrows!"

Ryan Wolfwalker is also a veteran who participated in the Battle of the Ancients. After seeing the embarrassment of the elf guards, she immediately issued a new order. For a while, the elves in the front line immediately retreated, and drew out the bow behind their backs. On the front line they vacated, the orc warriors lined up horizontally, holding heavy weapons such as battle axes or war hammers, blocking the impact of the Naga like a city wall.

Behind the orc's human wall, the elves began to throw waves of bows and arrows. Those sharp arrows roared and fell from the sky, piercing the soft Naga with kinetic energy, and driving them at a speed like a snake. Great pressure.

"That's right."

Brox laughed wildly in satisfaction. He grabbed his battle ax and led his guards to start the massacre on the flanks of the Naga position again. Ryan Wolfwalker, who was in charge of guarding the Astrana position, The general took advantage of this opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield... It wasn't that the veteran was afraid of fighting, but that she really needed to take a good rest.

Before the arrival of the orcs from the Stonetalon Mountains, she and her army had been fighting the Naga here for a long time. There were many night elf civilians in the town of Astrana. In order to protect them, the wolf walkers did not even dare To mobilize the army to break through, they can only carry out passive defense, and the number of Naga landing this time is astonishing, and they also used despicable sneak attack tactics. In fact, if it weren't for the support of the orcs, I am afraid that the entire Astrana army would be defeated. Annihilated here.

To be honest, Wolfwalker didn't know why these orcs came to help them. As far as she knew, the relationship between elves and orcs was not particularly good, but this did not prevent the general elves from showing kindness to the orcs who came to help.

But after the wolf walker rested for less than 5 minutes, when she raised her head, she found that Brox, who was still like a killing machine just now, seemed to be sluggish, just standing on the battlefield with a battle ax In the center, seeing that he was about to be surrounded by several nagas, the wolf walker grabbed his war bow and shot three arrows in an instant, shooting those sneak attacking nagas to the ground.

"What are you stunned for?"

General Lane shouted:

"Orc, are you courting death?"

The yelling of the friendly army awakened Brooks. The orc warlord shook his head in a daze. He stretched out his hand and touched his chest... At that moment just now, he could feel the tormenting pain in his body. His demon blood disease seemed to have disappeared, and the hunger for destruction and soul torture that constantly emerged from his body suddenly dissipated at this moment.

The old orc felt unprecedented freedom and ease, as if a heavy shackle that had been on his body was removed at this moment.

He moved his shoulders and felt the collision of bones. An indescribable feeling made the old orc's eyes widen. Before his eyes, the whole world seemed to come alive again. He couldn't help but straighten his body , that always slightly hunchbacked body completely straightened at this moment, and he could feel that a certain spirit that was almost completely forgotten by him during the long torment had returned to his body again.

Brox turned around, not only him, but all the mature orcs on the battlefield seemed to feel the long-lost freedom. This sudden gift made the orcs very confused. The constant gushing out of the true power of the orcs, the freedom of the soul, is like riding a war wolf freely on the Nagrand grassland.

"We are free..."

Brooks took a deep breath, and he clenched his battle ax tightly. This old body seemed to have become stronger again because of the spiritual freedom, and the exhaustion caused by the fierce battle was swept away at this moment. , the refreshed orc warlord held his battle ax high, his loud voice resounded across the battlefield at this moment:

"We are free! Orcs! That curse is over!"

"boom"

The renewed anger entangled Brox's body, and the clamorous fury was like a substantial flame, enveloping Brox's whole body. He easily swung his battle ax and slapped Brox hard. On the body of the Naga Warlord behind him, the huge monster was slapped away like a bug.

"Listen to my orders! Kill them all!"

The first light of dawn shone on Brox through the shade of the trees. The old orc grabbed the orc battle flag beside him with one hand. He dragged his battle ax and launched a ferocious charge. Under the brilliance of dawn, thousands of orcs shouted in unison, just like the endless drums of war in the Ashenvale forest.

"In the name of freedom and victory...destroy them!"

"lok'tar ogar!!!"

With the roar of the finally free orcs, the night in Ashenvale dissipated and the day... dawned.