Sophie covered her mouth tightly to prevent the exclamation from coming out. She had lived in Darnassus for twenty years and had never seen such an ugly creature that was dozens of feet tall and as tall as a hill!
The big guy in the lead has a dragon-like body, a pair of abominable wings, and two curved fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth. He is not a bad guy in any way. If Sophie had ever participated in the sea,
Gal Jihad, maybe she will know the name of the monster in front of her-the Lord of the Abyss
As visitors from the underworld from the edge of the universe, they possess magical power and melee combat capabilities commensurate with their size. They are thirsty for the pleasure of killing and blood in endless battles. They live for war, and they also die for war.
Archimonde the Defiler, the deputy of Sargeras, the Lord of Destruction, recruited these powerful warriors under his command. From then on, this destructive elite force conquered countless worlds with the Burning Legion, and countless creatures shuddered in front of them.
Shivering, the racial name "Anihlan" in devilish language also resounded across all planes.
On the battlefield, these fat guys are undoubtedly the nightmare of all enemies: their favorite thing is to rush into the most densely populated areas of enemies and tear these low-level creatures into pieces one by one - if they don't turn them all into pieces that can almost be roasted, they
You won't be happy, and even when the target falls to the ground, you have to go over and chop two or three times to make sure he is dead. Although this will cause blood and flesh to fly everywhere, this is also the favorite sight of the abyss lord.
Archimonde is well aware of the cruelty and irrationality of these fat men. Even his direct subordinates: the famous "Destroyer" Mannoroth and the former King of Outland Magtheridon are rarely willing to use their brains to fight, but prefer to use their brains to fight.
Use pure violence to solve problems
So as a result, the abyss lords are often not qualified to be the supreme commanders who strategize, and can only charge into battle as middle and lower-level officers. Fortunately, they don't care.
The abyss lords love killing and harvesting lives more than power and trickery. They complement each other with another demon race known for their conspiracy, the Dread Lord Nathrezim, and form the most solid team between Archimonde and Kil'jaeden.
Right-hand man, faithfully carrying out all their orders
The guy in front of Sophie seemed to be a mid-level officer, followed by several Dread Lords who looked like counselors. As soon as he stepped out of the Dark Door, he sniffed around and growled in a low voice with some uncertainty: "This
What a smell! A disgusting mortal? Idiots, how could you let a filthy bug in!"
"Hey, calm down, Bulmus!" Hearing the words of the Lord of the Abyss, Sophie didn't even dare to breathe, until several more unidentified monsters walked out of the dark door - they looked very much like orcs
, it can be said that they are almost carved out of the same mold, but what is different from ordinary orcs is that the skin color of these guys is an evil red, like leaping flames, and there are also some tiny spikes on their limbs, which look like
Seems to be a variant of orc
The red orcs filed out of the Dark Portal. The leader was an old guy wearing a caster's robe. From the Voidwalker slaves beside him, it was not difficult to tell that this should be an orc warlock. Naturally, he was the one who spoke just now.
"There are Lord Kazak's subordinates within a three-mile radius of the Dark Door. Even a mouse can't get in. How could there be any mortals? Stop being suspicious. Now that the passage is about to be fully opened, you might as well save your energy and help.
I maintain the magic circle!"
The abyss lord named Bulmus snorted and looked around unwillingly before stopping. After a while, the orc warlocks also set up their magic circles and began to perform some mysterious ritual.
Although Sophie has no experience in magic, the elf's natural sensitivity to magic told her that the current magic circle is obviously related to the opening of the Dark Portal.
It is not difficult to tell from the words of the orc warlock that the Dark Portal is not fully opened now, so that is probably why only so many people can be sent here. The mission of these demons at the moment is obviously to fully open the Dark Portal.
Sophie held her breath and moved slowly, preparing to leave the dangerous place surrounded by these wolves. However, before she took the second step, a huge black shadow completely enveloped her slender body. Bulm
Si smiled ferociously and raised his war blade: "Stupid purple-skinned insect, you finally lost your composure!"
Sophie opened her eyes wide in horror, and saw the huge war blade slashing towards her head!
——————————————————————————————Silithus, in front of the Gate of Ahn’Qiraj
The battle between Anachronos and Osrian has already entered a fever pitch. The former gave up the magical attacks he was proud of, and instead used the most primitive claws and fangs as weapons, dancing fiercely with the obsidian blade.
The scarless one of the wind beat the sky and the earth into darkness
In the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, the Bronze Dragon Prince severely injured Osirian with two moves. If C'Thun hadn't given him great power, he would have weathered into fine sand in the desert. Who would have thought that in a thousand years?
Afterwards, this former defeated general was able to fight Anachronos to a draw, and what was even more surprising was that he also possessed the legendary "magic insulating physique"
As mentioned before, in the entire world, or in many planes, there are very few individuals who are completely unaffected by arcane magic. Although the Night Elf Empire abused magic and caused disasters, it is undeniable that they were indeed very majestic at that time.
, few races can rival it. If Azshara's hot-headedness hadn't brought the Burning Legion to the mainland, today's world would definitely not be like this.
And in the words of the upper elf at that time: Spellcasters are the biological children of the Creator, they can create everything and destroy everything! (Magicians, please lighten up) Of course, this statement is somewhat absolute, but it is undeniable that magic is the energy of the world.
There is no doubt that it is extremely powerful, and while Osrian has a body of steel and iron, he can also be immune to the dragon's time magic. It must be said that he is indeed an existence that defies heaven.
Anachronos became more and more angry. Although he had always maintained a suppressive advantage over the Scarless One, he could not defeat him no matter what. Even if Osrian was scratched once or twice by the dragon's claws,
Wounds are nothing to his hard obsidian body.
The situation continued to be stalemate, and the mortal legions on the main battlefield began to show signs of fatigue. They were gradually pushed back step by step by the endless sea of insects. Unusual expressions began to appear on the faces of Saurfang and Havers.
of solemnity
"That big guy is too tricky. With it guarding the gate, we have no way to enter Ahn'Qiraj. Instead, we will use up the last bit of strength under the city gate!" Saurfang faced Havers with great worry.
Take a quick look, and this meaning is clearly written on the faces of the two commanders.
Havers looked at the giant dragon and the scarless man who were still fighting, and said in deep thought: "Now that all the soldiers are in the defense line and unable to escape, the only ones who can become the reserve team are us officers, why not..."
The human general raised his head and glanced at the orcs. Saurfang frowned and thought for a moment, then said to the generals behind him, "Brothers! Now we must help the dragon defeat the kobold, otherwise the entire coalition will be destroyed in the sea of worms!
Who among you is willing to go on this mission as an Einsatzgruppe!"
"I!"
"Sir, I do!"
"Hey, let me go, you weak guy gets out of the way..."
Both tribal officers and alliance generals have an unexpectedly strong desire to fight.
Before Saurfang could think it over, Regan stood up and said: "Commander, the resistance the coalition forces are facing outside the gates of Ahn'Qiraj is so strong now, the 'gifts' prepared for us in the city can naturally be
You can imagine... I have not belittled the abilities of all of you, but there is no peak power among us, and even entering Ahn'Qiraj is a dead end!"
Saurfang waved his hand and said: "Don't think too far ahead. Your task is just to help the dragon kill the kobold. The main task of attacking still lies with the army..."
"But do we have to give up this precious opportunity?" Regan cut off the orc's words rudely, and said with piercing eyes, "As the chief priest Shiroma said, if C'Thun does not receive a fatal blow,
The tide of silithid bugs will still continue, and what we face is no different from the night elves thousands of years ago!"
Saurfang's face tightened. It was obvious that the fierce war had caused him to neglect his primary and secondary tasks. After Regan reminded him, everyone who was anxious in their hearts was also shocked, and they all looked at the calm young general with admiration.
Eyesight: Being able to maintain a clear mind even in extremely adverse situations, this dragon-slaying knight really has some tricks up his sleeve.
"So what do you mean?" Havers asked from the sidelines.
"It's very simple. We select the most elite warriors from the Horde Front Army and the Seventh Legion before the battle and enter Ahn'Qiraj with us!" Regen said with strong confidence. "At the same time, I also ask the two adults to discuss.
Who will lead the Rangers on this beheading mission!"
As soon as Lei Gen said this, some experienced generals frowned incomprehensibly. After all, the fierce battle was in full swing at this moment. How could they spare their troops to carry out an extremely dangerous move?
Sure enough, a troll general objected loudly: "General Reagan's remarks are inappropriate! First of all, it is suicidal to divert frontline troops at this juncture, and the two commanders cannot move lightly. They are the soul of the coalition."
If the soldiers see that the commander-in-chief is not around, their morale will definitely be severely damaged, and then they will be defeated if they are not defeated!"
"But if we don't use this dangerous trick, will we just wait for the insects to slowly drain our last drop of blood?" Regan asked rudely.
"This..." The troll general also knew that the situation was not good, and he was a little confused and couldn't answer.
"Nowadays, if you fail to take a dangerous move, you will be slowly dragged to death, but if you take this dangerous move, there is still a glimmer of hope! Sirs, I wonder which one you would like to choose?" Regen stared at Saurfang and Havers.
The two outstanding commanders, who had survived hundreds of battles, choked at the same time. Obviously, the fate of nearly 100,000 people was entrusted to their hands.
Saurfang glanced at Havers, nodded to each other, and said to Regan in a deep voice: "Okay, Major General Regan, tell me your specific plan... We agree to your request!"