Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 243 62. Bathed in this glory!

In the melee under the Blackstone Tower, the smoke billowed, the elite soldiers of the alliance and the last warriors of the old tribe were fighting to the death.

The orcs are indeed weak.

Without the blessing of the devil's blood, in the first wave of frontal confrontation, they were charged head-on by the alliance heavy cavalry who had accumulated enough impact. In the past, such a charge was just an appetizer.

But now it directly tore apart the tribe's weak front.

The next step in the division of the battlefield is the appearance of steam tanks and infantry. In the frantic shooting of the dwarves, rows of orcs were swept to the ground, and the infantry rushed forward, fighting the orcs with their swords and shields. , Warhammer.

But the orcs were not weak enough to be knocked down by any foot soldier.

Even without the rage blessed by the demon's blood, their physical strength is still superior to that of human beings. Although their hearts are empty and helpless, since they have followed the great chief into the battlefield, it proves that these tribal warriors are determined to die.

They rushed up against the dwarven guns, knocking the human foot soldiers to the ground who wanted to kill them.

The big ax was raised, and the slaughter was frantic.

It's like trying to drag another Union dog with him before he goes down.

"boom"

The heavy hammer hit the infantryman's chest, knocking him flying and knocking down his comrades behind him. The orc screamed wildly, dragging the hammer to make up for it.

But another bloody infantry rushed forward with a twisted shield, threw the shield, and hit the orc on the shoulder, causing him to stagger.

The young infantryman held his sword in both hands, and while the orc retreated, he made a standard forward stab, and inserted the blade into the chest of the orc who was several heads taller than him in front of him.

"Die, greenskin!"

The orc was stabbed to the ground by the infantry's fatal impact. With his last strength, he punched the infantryman's helmet in front of him, knocking him back to the ground.

But the soldier with the scar on his face shook his bleeding head, gritted his teeth and rushed forward, lying on the orc's body, drew his sword, and slashed at the struggling enemy again.

He yelled.

venting my anger,

He had lost everything in the war, family, friends, that thing that could be called home.

He set foot on the battlefield with Marshal Lothar today, and he didn't want to go back alive.

His past has been torn apart, and he came here only to comfort the souls of the dead. There are still many soldiers like him in this army.

He's lost everything, and he wants to protect those who still have everything.

Even for this, you have to pay your own life.

"come!"

Another orc was hacked to death, making the blood stains on the unknown warrior's armor more hideous. Holding his sword, he stood up panting, and yelled towards the chaotic surroundings.

Guided by the anger in his heart, he swung his sword and rushed towards the orc who was closest to him.

cut!

Hack them all!

Hack them all!

Only when the orcs are dead, can the land ravaged by them return to its former peace.

Orcs must die.

The long sword curled its edge in the constant slashing, and he casually grabbed the bloody spear on the ground.

The battle spear was interrupted by constant impacts, and the battle ax was snatched from the orc's hand.

Even the ax was finally blown away in the fight

Then use your teeth, use your fists!

"what!"

He was like the blood man, after pulling out the orc's eyes with both hands, he stood up staggeringly, his left arm was gone, and the wound was bleeding.

Every step he took was painful, not only the orcs, but even his companions were staring at him with fear.

But he doesn't care.

He just dragged his body like that, and rushed to the next orc.

Kill one more!

Let me kill one last one before I go to reunite with my family.

"boom"

Sensing an attack behind him, the Saurfang Warlord kicked the enemy all over his body. This powerful orc warlord saw the human warrior who seemed to have crawled out of hell, and was kicked to the ground by himself.

He was too weak to fight.

But he was still struggling to get up, casually grabbed a broken sword from the side, without distinguishing it at all, on his blood-stained face, he even grinned like he was seeing his lover.

With those blood-red eyes and blood-stained lips, it makes people shudder.

He even had bits of flesh in his teeth.

He must have killed his enemy just now.

It's crazy.

On weekdays, the orc warlord would definitely pay respect to such a warrior, but now he was fighting, and he still had a task to do, so he raised the double-edged battle ax in his hand, at the moment when the humans rushed over.

The orc took a slight wrong step, and the warrior took the initiative to meet the ax he swung out.

One clean break.

The soldier's lower body fell to his knees, and his upper body flew out, hitting a ravine full of corpses. He was still holding the broken sword in his hand, but what a pity.

He still couldn't kill the last one in the end.

"One more. Wendy, my Wendy, one more."

He just lay there in the ditch filled with death, and at the last moment of dying, his eyes that had been completely dyed red looked at the bloody sky above his head.

He is going to die.

No one knew his name, and those who knew his name were all dead, including his comrades in arms, and his team may have been almost wiped out.

But their sacrifices shattered the orcs in the already divided area.

They won.

"woo woo woo woo"

In the last moments of his death, in the midst of the chaos, the unknown warrior heard the low and terrifying sound of horns, not the horns of the orcs, but another sound.

He suspected that he was hallucinating in the process of walking towards a peaceful death.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a staircase full of colorful streamers opening, and those tall, golden Valkyries with wings were flying down from the sky with their spears in their hands.

Red banners were wrapped around their spears like flying ribbons, bringing a touch of divine power to their descent.

And at the end of the colorful stairs, in the glorious sky temple, a titan god sitting on the throne is looking at him with his one eye.

"I was wrong. Warriors can be born among mortals. Seeing the courage they wear makes me feel guilty for my stubbornness and contempt. Valarjar will open the door for you."

"You are qualified, warriors."

"Heroic Spirits, it's time to go home."

He said so.

Just as the gods sent down their own will, a golden Valkyrie flapped her wings and landed in front of the unknown warrior, embracing his detached soul with a gentle gesture.

With wings flying again, with this brave, angry and violent soul, stepping on the colorful stairs with the sound of horns resounding through the sky and the earth.

Step into heaven for all warriors.

In the arms of this Valkyrie, the weary soul looks back.

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, there are still many golden wings flapping, and one after another the souls who died here with inexhaustible courage were brought into the heaven in front of them just like him.

This is an affirmation of them.

It is also a tribute to soldiers.

——

"what is that?"

In the midst of the fierce battle, the sudden opening of the golden door in the sky shocked everyone, causing the frenzied battlefield to pause for a moment at this moment.

The sound of the horn that went straight into the hearts of the people echoed in the sky.

There are also those Valkyries with golden wings, parading in the smoke of the battlefield, leading the heroic souls recognized by Odin to the warriors' sanctuary.

This scene is paired with the bloody battlefield, full of the cruel beauty of a warrior's way.

The orcs thought it was another mysterious new trick of the Alliance.

They frantically attacked those Valkyries, but their axes and sharp blades could not hurt these holy creatures between reality and reality, and the Valkyries simply ignored these foreign visitors.

They are carrying out the oracle of the Lord of War to bring more spirits back to the sky.

And humans have long been prepared.

To be precise, the great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand had already prepared for it.

The Pope may have anticipated that such a situation would happen today, and he had already given instructions to the great knights in advance.

The moment the golden Valkyries flapped their wings and descended here, and the rainbow bridge of the Hall of Valor was opened for the brave, there was the loud voice of the great knight Uther, which spread throughout the battlefield under the magical blessing of the mages.

"Warriors! Raise your heads and look to the sky! The ancient gods have given blessings, and the warriors who died here will not die. They will set foot in the Hall of Valor in glory wrapped in holy light and courage inside.

Our battle of justice and hope has been approved by the gods!

In the glory of bathing in the myth, follow me to kill!

For the alliance! "

"For the alliance!"

The first batch of fanatical paladins rushed into the battlefield with the great knight holding the hammer high. The holy vision above their heads could not be fooled. There are really gods protecting the warriors of the alliance.

Those golden angels who are so holy that they cannot be attacked, stepping into the sky with the most heroic souls, are also seen by everyone.

Although they will only take the bravest souls.

But that's enough!

At this moment, under the blessing of this miracle, the morale of the Alliance Legion, which already had the upper hand, doubled again. Everyone shouted and roared, and launched an attack again towards the orcs who were constantly retreating in a furious state.

And the orcs.

Witnessing the miraculous protection of the gods for the soldiers of the alliance, their morale was almost completely wiped out at this moment.

Collapse!

Seeing those golden Valkyries flapping their wings and flying across the heads of the alliance soldiers, the orcs on the entire battlefield collapsed.

Although the Valkyries hadn't been involved in any of the fighting, their presence here seemed genuinely on the Alliance's side.

The tribe is over.

The death knell of the old tribe has sounded at this moment, and the gate to the grave has been opened for them.

They have nowhere to go but there.

"I will not give you these venerable souls."

The pirate who had been watching this scene stood up from the watchtower. He straightened his collar and looked at the golden Valkyries flying around in the sky.

He whispered:

"I would rather give their hands to Odin. Although staying with that war madman is not a blessing. But you don't want to get the slightest bit of heart energy from these brave souls."

Bu Laike's eyes fell on the center of the battlefield. Holding the binoculars, he saw Orgrim Doomhammer fighting Lothar.

The warchief executed the beheading tactic brilliantly.

But he didn't expect Odin to come out to disrupt the situation. Now that the tribe has completely collapsed, even if he kills Lothar, it is impossible for his people to win a chance to break through.

However, the great chief did not retreat.

He was still holding the hammer, fighting with Lothar, and he didn't even have the slightest thought of leaving the battlefield.

He has made up his mind to die.

After accepting the Horde's defeat calmly, he has let go and won the last victory in this desperate defeat for himself! At this moment, he was not Warchief Orgrim.

He is the legendary warrior Orgrim.

He didn't set foot on the glory of the Hall of Valor with extravagant hopes, but because he didn't want to bow his head again in the face of failure.

come on.

King of the League!

Fight to the death!

Abandon those foreign things that are not worth mentioning to a warrior, and win the victory as a warrior with the body, strength, and weapon in hand.

or.

Go to death calmly.

(end of this chapter)