Volume 5: King of the Mountain Chapter 279: The Fury of the Storm and the Might of the Flame Demon
Old Saurfang was getting more and more frightened as he fought. How come these human warriors were getting stronger and stronger? At first, he could still rely on his own strength and experience to crush these young human princes. The other side relied on their numbers to deal with him, but now as these human warriors became more and more powerful, he gradually couldn't hold on.
The key is that his health is not enough. Even if he is a level 90 epic hero, his health is only over 10,000. He is being consumed by six or seven princes, and he will be hit a few times. His health bar is dropping to half.
The wolf cavalry under his command wanted to rush up to reinforce, but were stopped by human soldiers.
Many more adventurers began to gather around, wanting to join the battle.
Various magic spells have begun to be activated towards him. Although his defense and toughness are extremely high and he can dodge and resist most magic spells, old Saurfang is still gradually falling into danger.
"Die! Orc!" An assassin adventurer suddenly appeared behind old Saurfang and stabbed him in the back. However, with a flash of the knife, the human assassin was actually cut in half alive.
Samuro's figure appeared next to old Saurfang, and the two of them stood back to back.
Old Saurfang (High Warlord): “I thought you were afraid to show yourself.”
Samuro (Burning Blade): "Haha, I won't be able to explain to Orgrim if you die without me watching your back."
Unexpectedly, another epic hero came. The princes were a little surprised. One old Saurfang was already difficult to deal with, and now there is another one. What should they do?
The First Military Advisor (Prince of Alterac): "Don't be afraid, I'm stacking buffs for you all the time. If two more die, the buffs will be full. There are 20 layers of violent buffs. Even epic heroes will die. Come on, everyone."
As soon as these words came out, several princes who were fighting on the front line, including the God of War Lu Bu, cursed in their hearts, "Why the hell don't you go up?"
The First Military Advisor (Prince of Alterac): "I am giving you buffs. Hey, you guys behind, come on too. Don't just stand there and watch."
The magic princes behind could only come forward and cast magic from a distance.
Consume these two epic heroes from a distance.
However, suddenly a healing wave filled with the breath of life was injected into old Saurfang's body, and after bouncing, it fell on Samuro.
The injuries on old Saurfang's body recovered a lot immediately.
But then Drek'thar came charging forward riding a wolf with his wolf cavalry.
Drek'Thar (Prophet): "Haha, how can you fight a team battle without me? You guys go ahead and I'll support you." As he said that, he fired another chain lightning, which directly pierced through a dozen adventurers who were watching the fun nearby.
Everyone was stunned. Three epic heroes! How to fight?
Some of the timid ones had already thought of retreating, but the God of War Lu Bu gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, we can't retreat. If we retreat, we'll be finished. Let's fight. After all, we still have more than a dozen brothers and have stacked more than a dozen layers of BUFF. We can fight anyway! Follow me and kill the healer first!"
At the same time, Murphy did not join in the fun.
At this moment, he was leading his dragon-clad heavy cavalry to continuously charge into the formation of the orc infantry.
He used a very classic tactic - the hammer and anvil tactic.
While the orc infantry and human infantry were fighting each other, he led a team of cavalry to bypass the enemy and charged at the enemy's rear with all his strength.
Each charge could knock dozens of orcs away or kill them, and repeated back charges could break through an orc infantry battalion.
The Dragon-Mounted Heavy Cavalry can be described as human tanks, and their impact force is completely incomparable to that of the Knights of the North Wind. With only ten Dragon-Mounted Heavy Cavalry serving in the front row, they can drive the charge of the entire Knights of the North Wind.
In such a short period of time, he had commanded the knights to cooperate with the infantry to defeat three or four orc battalions.
It was also thanks to the efforts of these cavalrymen, otherwise with the strength of the orc infantry, the humans would have been pushed back on the front line long ago.
This expertise of winning by defeating the enemy is really useful. Murphy chopped down an orc with one sword and nodded with satisfaction at the high-spirited knights behind him. Especially in such a large-scale war, the more heroes that die, the higher the morale of the soldiers. High morale can not only ensure that they will not collapse, but also improve their attack efficiency. The more they fight, the stronger they will become.
A message suddenly flashed in the private chat channel.
A generation of military strategist: Brother Aidan! Where are you? Hurry up and send reinforcements, we can’t hold on any longer.
Just after I finished reading, the system prompt sound rang in my ears again.
[System prompt: Your teammate 'Save the Dying and Help the Wounded' died, your teammate 'The Great Military Advisor' activated the hero specialty [The Miserable Army Must Win], and you gained 3 layers of violent gain. ]
Rescue the dying and the wounded? Who is this? Murphy has no impression of this name at all. There is no way, there are too many brothers to remember them all.
However, it can be seen that the situation is indeed somewhat critical.
Murphy turned his horse and rushed towards the middle battlefield. As soon as he got close, he saw three epic orc heroes chasing a dozen brothers around.
Old Saurfang wielded the Soul-Splitting Axe and launched a whirlwind directly. It seemed that he had upgraded the whirlwind to a heroic skill. When it spun, it could actually turn out bloody wind blades, crushing everything in its way into pieces.
It can also continuously create small whirlwinds that fly in all directions, just like a meat grinder.
Samuro followed closely behind, specifically targeting the lone princes. As soon as they met, he would use a mirror image to clone them. Four orc sword masters, whose real and fake were difficult to distinguish, surrounded him from all sides and chopped him down with their swords. If you were not careful, you would get stabbed in the butt.
Drek'Thar followed behind, using Healing Wave, Life Resurrection, Bloodlust, and Purification, perfectly fulfilling his responsibilities as an auxiliary. He would occasionally cast a Lightning Chain to clear out the clustered adventurers.
Oh my god, are these three guys so powerful?
Murphy was also shocked to see the three epic heroes killing their brothers and forcing them to flee in panic, with the only way to hold on was by the continuous reinforcement of soldiers and adventurers.
If the King's Army of Alterac is defeated, those noble armies will surely follow suit. The Lordaeron Legion is a guest army and cannot fight to the death, so they will probably lose this battle.
It seems like it's time to use the big move.
Murphy gritted his teeth.
With a loud roar, his body suddenly released dazzling lightning.
Sigrit (Prince of Alterac): "Fuck, what's that ultimate move, bro? It's so awesome - wait, how did you become the boss?"
That's right, after Murphy turned into a dragon, he turned into a BOSS template, and his health increased tenfold. He was not prepared to fight the three epic heroes head-on. There was a huge difference in rank, and there were three people on the opposite side. Even if he turned into a dragon, it would not be enough. It would be better to use the advantage of flying to directly behead Durotan.
Aidan Deron (Storm Dragon King): "Hurry up and ask Darabon to send the militia to hold the line. I will temporarily let you command my knights. I will go and kill Durotan."
Sieglet gritted his teeth and said, "Go ahead. I promise to protect the front."
Murphy soared into the air, and with a dragon roar, eleven dragon riders followed him in unison.
A group of storm dragons flew and spitted lightning madly towards the ground.
The lethality is amazing, especially the Storm Dragon King who is the incarnation of Murphy. With the talent bonus of the Son of Storm, the damage is directly doubled, and it also has splash damage. With one bite, electric current runs rampant, and the orc infantry fall down in piles.
Experience points are directly displayed on the screen.
Murphy didn't want to fight any longer, as there were more important things to do now than killing monsters and leveling up.
He continued to accelerate and soon flew across the battlefield. In the distance, at the headquarters of the Frostwolf army, Durotan was riding a huge white wolf, commanding the orcs to launch continuous attacks.
Seeing the Storm Dragon King approaching rapidly in the sky, Durotan's expression was startled. The Storm Dragon King had indeed come!
And judging from the other party's posture, it was obvious that he was coming for him.
Fortunately, I was prepared.
He suddenly stretched his hand to his waist, and at the moment when the Storm Dragon King swooped down and breathed out thunder, he also swung his hand violently.
Hero skill——extremely effective trapping!
This is a heroic version of the Ensnaring skill (Wolf Rider Throwing a Net).
[Extremely Effective Trapping Technique: Throw out a super-giant hunting net to trap a target, fixing it in place and making it unable to move. If the target is an aerial unit, it will be forcibly dragged to the ground for 30 seconds. This skill can be used on BOSS targets.]
Murphy felt his wings tighten and he fell towards the ground.
Dozens of wolf riders immediately rushed towards where he fell.
Thundercloud incarnation!
The falling dragon instantly turned into a ball of dazzling red lightning. The moment it landed, the explosion blew the surrounding wolf cavalrymen to the ground, killing some and injuring others.
The wind and snow dissipated, and the Storm Dragon stretched out its wings, looking at Durotan in front of it with eyes flashing with lightning.
The orc and the dragon stared at each other, and both saw the determination in each other's eyes.
…
Just as the people of Alterac and the Frostwolf orcs were engaged in a decisive battle on the ice field, an even bloodier battle was taking place on the other side of the eastern continent.
Boom! The violent explosion blasted a hole in the thick wall of Stormwind City.
The orc infantry who had been waiting in formation outside immediately rushed towards the gap.
Ner'zhul dissipated the violent fire elemental power in his hands and nodded in satisfaction at the effect he had created.
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain): "No one can resist the power of the elements! Great Lord of Fire Ragnaros, thank you for lending me your power! In front of the Firelord and the Horde, who can resist this invincible force? These tiny humans are simply vulnerable - hahahaha."
After signing the contract with Ragnaros, his magical powers increased by leaps and bounds. Not only did he recover the strength of his past peak period, but it was even better than before. Now, even if Gul'dan appeared again, he was confident that he could kill the traitor in a single fight.
But speaking of it, where did this guy go? I haven't heard from him for a long time.
A voice suddenly sounded deep in Ner'zhul's heart.
Ragnaros (Lord of the Firelords): "Hehe, ignorant mortal, you know nothing about power. What I lend you is only a tiny part of my great power. And my power, compared with those truly great beings, is only a small part of them. Do you want to see the real power? Then please me, maybe one day, you can have a taste of it."
Ner'zhul was stunned. There was a power more powerful than this? Was it true? In his opinion, Ragnaros's power was the most powerful power he had ever seen. It was not weaker than Gul'dan's power of fel energy.
You know, the elemental creatures in Azeroth are more than one level stronger than those in Draenor. How could there be an even more powerful force? What could it be?
He was curious and confused. Although he felt that there was something behind Ragnaros's tone, Ner'zhul still could not resist the temptation of this power.
"I will do my best to serve you, great Fire Demon King. I look forward to the day when I can witness that great power with my own eyes."
Just as Ner'zhul was communicating with the Firelord, the orcs had already poured into the gap in the city wall like a tide. As soon as they rushed in, countless adventurers immediately came to meet them.
"For the Alliance!"
"For Stormwind!"
"For Demacia!"
“Kill!”
Fierce fighting broke out at every gap in the city wall.
The catapults were still firing ammunition into the city, and the adventurers on the city walls were also constantly casting magic and shooting arrows downwards.
Like every day before, the battle situation once again became tense.
Hold on!
Varian looked at the fierce battle around the city walls and breathed a sigh of relief. After this period of fierce war, the Stormwind army had suffered heavy casualties, with only a few thousand people left. Now they had to rely on adventurers to fight a war of attrition with the enemy.
After an adventurer dies, he will be given a "Wounded" DEBUFF, which reduces his attributes by 30%. If he dies three times, he will basically be useless.
But fortunately, this DEBUFF is refreshed every day. If it weren’t for these adventurers who died and lived again one after another, Stormwind City would have been lost long ago.
He had , and it was likely to be a war of attrition with no results.
He just had to watch out for the orc heroes.
However, just as Varian was thinking this.
boom!
The violent tremor made Varian stagger. When he turned around, he saw a scene that shocked him. Stormwind City was built on a mountain, with mountains on both sides. Now, the barrier that protected Stormwind City was spewing out magma and flames. A huge crack appeared at the mountain pass. Ner'zhul and dozens of shamans gathered around the top of the mountain and cast a spell collectively, summoning the real projection of the Fire Lord.
The flames swirled and rose, and a huge pillar of fire hundreds of meters high shot up into the sky, transforming into a huge human figure made up of flames and lava.
Ragnaros (Projection of the Firelord): First-order boss of world destruction. Level 100. HP 1,215,000.
Although it is a projection and its combat power is only one-fifth of the original body, its appearance is exactly the same as the original body.
The apocalyptic aura instantly shocked the defending alliance players.
Ragnaros (projection of the Firelord): "Destroy, insignificant humans, burn, filthy mortals, let the flames purify everything!"
It swung the Hammer of Sulfuras with all its might, and when the hammer fell, the explosion directly shattered the broken city wall. The huge shock wave blew away countless warriors of the Alliance and the Horde, leaving behind a huge explosion crater.
Immediately afterwards, lava rain fell from the sky, turning the ground into a sea of fire. Countless fire elements emerged from the flames, madly igniting everything around them.
Ragnaros's projection did not last long. Even with the combined strength of Ner'zhul and his men, such a powerful elemental creature could only barely keep it alive for a minute.
In just a minute, Ragnaros disappeared.
However, in just this one minute, the city walls on which Stormwind depended for survival were completely destroyed.
Now, the city was completely exposed to the tribe's army.
The orcs cheered loudly, but the defenders in the city fell silent for a moment.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive! It's time to win the battlefield war."
Orgrim gave the order coldly, and the orc army, which had been on high alert, roared and rushed towards the burning Stormwind City.
A dozen Goron City Breakers rushed in first. These huge monsters, more than ten meters tall, had a lot of health and magic resistance. They completely ignored the intensive magic attacks and rushed into the crowd. Every punch they threw could kill a soldier.
A dozen or so Goron City Breakers put the front-line adventurers in a tough fight.
"Hold on, pull out, pull out."
"Give me some milk! I can't bear it anymore."
"Where did all the people from the Potian Guild go?"
"Hurry up and get on the roof, all the archers, get on the roof."
Before these giant Gronn beasts were defeated, a tide of orcs from behind had already arrived and instantly defeated the adventurers' scattered formation.
Adventurers had to defend themselves in the streets of the city as guilds, teams, or even squads, using the narrow city terrain to resist attacks from massive orcs.
However, the orc chieftains and warlords crushed this last ditch effort.
Kargath Bladefist led his orcish desperadoes in a brutal hand-to-hand combat.
Kilrogg Deadeye and his Bleeding Hollow priests summoned a pervasive blood-red mist. Any adventurer who inhaled the mist suffered a rapid loss of health, and after death they would transform into voodoo corpses, attacking living humans everywhere. The scene was like a biochemical apocalypse.
Rend Blackhand wielded his twin swords, killing team after team of adventurers.
The warlord heroes played by the players are equally unwilling to be outdone. They want to grab enough plot points in this carnival, and all NPCs with a bit of fame are being targeted.
"Defeated! Defeated!"
"It's over. The opponent can actually summon a giant screw. How can we defeat him?"
"For the alliance—oops!"
Looking at the orc army rushing into the city frantically, Varian saw only a red scene before his eyes.
No! I can't lose like this. I am the invincible Varian. I will not lose, never!
"Kill!" he roared, leading a small team of palace guards to rush towards the enemy. Salamani slashed wildly, and one orc after another fell under his sword.
Boom! An inn collapsed, and a monster with rock-like muscles and a huge one-eyed monster appeared in front of Varian. The terrifying body was more than ten meters tall, but Varian was already blood-thirsty at this time. He jumped up directly and stabbed the big sword in his hand into the one eye of the Goron monster.
Puff! Blood splattered everywhere, and the giant beast fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Varian stood on the corpse of the Gronn, breathing heavily.
He looked around blankly. The orcs were flooding the city like a black tide.
It's over! It's really over!
As the passion in his heart gradually cooled, he finally fell into despair.
A dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and the black-skinned orc in front of him looked at him with a grin.
Rend Blackhand (Overseer of Blackrock): "It was you, Varian, who killed my father and destroyed his glory. Now I want to take back my glory."
Kargath Bladefist (Chieftain of the Shattered Hand clan): "Rend, this human is not easy to deal with. Let me help you. I want to see what kind of human is capable of defeating Blackhand."
Varian raised his sword fearlessly to meet the enemy, but immediately a second orc appeared, and then a third one...
Hundreds of orcs surrounded him, and Varian's heart sank. Am I going to die here today?
