Grim Batol, hidden in the mountains of the Great Wetland, is the former home of the Wildhammer dwarves. However, most Wildhammer dwarves are now very secretive about this city because this city once brought them a period of unbearable darkness. remember.
Today, many years later, this seemingly ruined city welcomes another wave of "guests" - the Scourge, led by Orgrim and Derek.
"Hmm... Decay, death and darkness, the ominous atmosphere exuding in this city is really nostalgic." Orgrim stood in front of the gate of Grim Batol embedded deep in the mountain and took a deep breath. Even though the body of the dead has long lost the function of breathing, the occasional behavior of a living person makes him feel the reality of his existence.
Derek glanced at Orgrim, "Don't be too careless. His Majesty the Lich King said that this city is a hidden danger even for us. If you don't want your soul to be swallowed by some random monsters, then start a fight." Twelve points of spirit.”
Orgrim did not answer Derek's words. He just chuckled a few times to himself. In front of the empty door of Grim Batol, Orgrim's laughter seemed particularly eerie.
However, everyone was dead, and Derek didn't care. He entered Grim Batol first and began to look at this city that had experienced war and trauma for a long time.
No one knows what kind of dark power is hidden in this city that has been abandoned by the Wildhammer dwarves for many years, but perhaps from the day this city was built, it represents the terrible curse of bloodshed.
The War of the Three Hammers is by no means a good memory for the dwarves. Brothers and sisters once attacked each other because of power and desire, and the blood of countless innocent people was shed for this. Grim Batol was born in this context. It was built on the ground, and perhaps because of this, the city was not destined to be the true home of the Wildhammer dwarves.
"Modgud, the mage queen of the Dark Iron Dwarves, used some kind of dark magic weapon to curse Grim Batol, making the city no longer the livable place it once was." Derek listened easily after concentrating. There were a lot of weird whispers and wails, "I feel that there are other living beings in this city, but I'm afraid they are not hospitable guys."
Grim Batol, buried deep in the mountains, has been left unattended for many years and has been ravaged by several wars. Now most of the city has been reduced to ruins, with rocks and building debris burying the original roads.
Derek and Orgrim ordered the lowly servants of the dead to clear the obstacles while observing the structure of the dwarf city.
"This place is similar to Ironforge but different." Derek once visited the magnificent city of the dwarves. "But since it is built on the mountain, the roads here should still be similar to Ironforge, surrounding each other layer by layer. The center of the city - the once large forge of the Wildhammer dwarves. Although the outside is deserted, the person we want to find may be deep in the city."
"Then go inside." Orgrim looked around and shouted to a psychic who was driving the skeleton, "You! Go quickly, bring up some Obsidian Golems and speed up!"
This new type of golem developed based on the dual technologies of the Ancient Gods and Titans is a new creation of Ahn'Qiraj. Obsidian gives these monsters strong magic resistance, even in the high-temperature scenes in the core of Grim Batol. operation.
For this operation, Orgrim specially deployed some to ensure their efficiency. After all, he has also been to this city that was once used as a stronghold by the orcs. He probably understands the situation here. Now it has been more than ten years. In the past, Grim Batol's situation could not have been better than when they occupied it.
With the addition of the golems, the speed of clearing roadblocks increased exponentially. Soon they threw the debris of the outer city into the magma below the city. The undead army passed through the ruins of the shadowy city and headed to the next level. Stopped before the ramp on the first floor.
Orgrim rode on a tall death horse, raised his war hammer high, and signaled the team to stop. He looked at the collapsed mountain wall in front of him, as well as a part of the city buried underneath, and said to Derek, " Looks like we’re having fun.”
Derek's cold gaze swept across Orgrim until it stopped on the collapsed mountain. In his soul vision, countless noisy souls were rushing here, and soon, the trembling on the ground showed that They are indeed about to receive the first wave of "welcome ceremony" from Grim Batol.
Pulling out the rune sword on his back, Derek's cold voice echoed throughout the army, "Get ready to meet the enemy."
"Ah, decent," Orgrim said of Derek. As for himself, he threw the warhammer violently towards the hillside. The terrifying dark magic instantly exploded, and dozens of monsters hidden in the rocks exploded. The caveman let out a painful cry and turned into a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.
"Let these ugly little things be completely destroyed, Scourge Legion, attack!" Orgrim used the death grip to retract the war hammer he threw, and let out a roar. The majestic power of death enveloped his legion, causing the Scourge to The power increases instantly.
The savage cavemen emerged from every crack in the mountain and soon ran into the silent undead army. These ugly monsters roared and poured into the military formation, hoping to eliminate the undead natural disasters like tearing apart other invaders in the past. , but soon they will understand their folly.
The undead said nothing, harvesting the lives of the cavemen like the silent gods of death. Several high-level psychics collected the souls of the cavemen with expressionless faces, and then used the chaotic souls mixed together with the corpses everywhere. Compared with the rapid decline in the number of cavemen, the number of undead has not decreased, but is also increasing rapidly.
Soon, these bloodthirsty savage monsters also realized that something was wrong. The number of their companions decreased sharply, but the undead became more powerful. The huge flesh puppets could crush several cavemen to death in an instant, but the cavemen wanted to It would cost a huge price to defeat even the most ordinary skeleton soldier.
And they can't really kill these undead creations. When a skeleton is knocked down, several new skeleton soldiers will stand up, directly tearing apart the flesh and blood of the caveman corpses, and extracting their bones as weapons. .
Faced with such a terrifying enemy, the numerical superiority and bloodthirsty nature that the cavemen had always relied on no longer had any room to display, so they had only one ending - destruction.
The cavemen who suffered heavy losses finally felt fear slowly, and they began to try to escape from the efficient killing machine composed of the undead, but with the materials delivered to them in front of them, the natural disaster's psychics would not let them retreat easily.
Soon the battle turned into a one-sided massacre. After Orgrim swung his war hammer and knocked down several caveman leaders who were much taller than ordinary cavemen, he looked at the cavemen fleeing in a hurry and looked thoughtfully. Turning to Derek.
"What's wrong?" Derek froze the blood on the sword's blade into ice crystals, then vibrated the sword's blade to disperse the frozen blood before meeting Orgrim's gaze.
"Cavemen are not warriors. Most of their actions rely on instinct," Orgrim said. "It is completely inconsistent with their characteristics to pay such a heavy price to recover and escape... It seems that these guys are just driven by It's a pity that it's cannon fodder sent by people. It's a fool's errand to use this method to consume our strength."
Derek understood what Orgrim meant, "It seems that our every move has been clearly seen by some rats hiding in the dark. Haha, I hope they won't be frightened..."
The powerful death knight waved his sword again as he spoke, and the sword flashed instantly, causing a caveman who wanted to pounce from a height to attack him to be dismembered on the spot.
Derek ignored the caveman's corpse that fell to the ground, raised his hand to grab the ugly head, and stared at the dark purple light in the caveman's eyes that had not completely dissipated, "I see you, the power of the Lich King will Crushing you completely.”
The big hand clenched tightly, and the entire caveman's head was frozen by the frost at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, it was crushed in Derek's palm and shattered into ice slag on the ground.
At the same time, deep in Grim Batol, a Twilight acolyte wailed and fell to his knees, holding his head. Soon his face was covered with frost. After a brief struggle, the acolyte fell forward. , the head hit the hard floor, and also exploded into a field of ice.
Several acolytes looked at the corpses of their colleagues with a little fear, but a broad figure with a figure that was much stronger than a human being did not pay attention to the dead twilight acolyte at all. He was still kneeling down and worshiping the altar in front of him with all his concentration. On the altar, Floating was a short blade with a curved arc and engraved with complex inscriptions and marks.
After the acolyte died, the short blade trembled slightly and hummed at a very low frequency. In this humming sound, the surrounding shadows seemed to come to life, stretching out countless tentacles to devour the dead acolyte, and those who were originally The eyes of the remaining acolytes, who were somewhat frightened, were suddenly filled with purple light, and they numbly continued the previous ritual.
There is no other will in their minds, only one thought remains - "Protect our master and hide her traces."
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