Warcraft novel series

"Blood is glory, and only the heads of my enemies can soften my hatred of Fenris."When Vogel raised his battle ax and rushed into the enemy camp, the words he left behind were still echoing quietly around Durotan, but the leader of the Frostwolves now hoped that he would give up his hatred of Fenris."If you can, I hope you will You can let Fenris go, after all, he is also your brother."Durotan's eyes were filled with complicated emotions as he looked at his younger brother. Although he hoped to get his brother's permission, he knew that this would never be possible. As he expected, Janar, whose brown eyes were shining with blazing flames, gave the answer. Quite a clear answer."This is impossible. If he didn't kill his father, maybe I would consider sparing his life, but now it's too late. I want to put his head on the flagpole and stand it on the flagpole of Thunder Castle." Rooftop, let him see how the Frostwolf clan punishes traitors!"Looking at Ja'nar who left without looking back, Durotan stayed alone in the deserted Vo'gall, letting the cold wind hurt his cheek. He knew that the friendship between brothers was gone the moment Fenris killed his father. Save, the reason why Janar is by his side is just because he can use the power of the Frostwolf to help him complete his revenge.

The war did not stop for a moment because of Durotan's kindness. Durotan, who captured Vogol, aimed at his next target The Knife Tower Castle was occupied by the ogres. Facing possible counterattacks from the Thunder God Clan and even the Iron Horde at any time, Durotan and Thrall must eliminate any uneasy factors that would affect the war situation as soon as possible, and the Knife Tower Castle was in Durotan's heart. A thorn in the eye.

The cold north wind stirred up endless snowflakes. Facing this towering fortress like a cloud, one had to lament that it was rare for an ogre's wisdom to create such a fortress. But now this fortress is about to be replaced. A new master, a scout brought news that the ogres in the Blade Tower intended to defect to the Iron Horde. Faced with this news, Thrall chose to take the initiative, and with him was Ja'nar. This man has never The uncle who left a momentary trace in his memory now wants to repay his nephew's saving grace with actions."Sal, my nephew I have never met, it is finally time for me to repay your saving grace!"Jannar's voice echoed next to Sal. Facing this uncle who had never appeared in his memory, he didn't know what kind of expression he should use to reply to his uncle's stubbornness and persistence.

And Jia Naer leaped high. When Gnar split the ogre's head with his extremely sharp battle ax, he also announced the beginning of the battle.

The battle with the ogre was chaotic and disorderly. These tall, mindless warriors were unparalleled. They are human sandbags, they lack wisdom, but they have incomparable strength."Smash you to death, intruder!"A tall ogre raised a stone and hit Janal, who had just chopped down an ogre. But his clumsy movement was obviously seen through by Janal, who rolled and passed under the ogre's crotch. I hit the ogre's foot with an axe. The ogre's screams as he fell down due to the pain were extremely irritating. But Janal quickly took his life to declare. His own victory. The thick battle ax chopped into the one-eyed ogre. Janar let the green liquid splash all over himself, and faced Thrall with a smile as if to show off his power. At this moment, Thrall's battle belongs It also started. Thrall, who was chanting the power of the elements, hovered his hands in the air. In response to Thrall's call, the flying rocks flew behind Janal. An ogre who wanted to sneak attack on Janal fell down. He looked back. The fallen ogre, Janar cast an approving look at Thrall, as if to thank Thrall for his assistance, but Thrall's uncle obviously didn't like to express his gratitude. Thrall came with an ax to vent his joyful feeling of killing.

But Hussar bent down a little tiredly. The elements of Draenor seemed not friendly to him, and Thrall, who tried his best to call for the power of the elements, did not seem to get the power of the elements. trust. The reluctant summons of the elemental power made him feel exhausted. Looking at his uncle walking away, he seemed to have cleared up his father Durotan's worries about Janar. It was obvious that both recklessness and bravery belonged to Janar. At this moment, the sword The melee in the tower fortress evolved into a massacre of the ogres by the Frostwolf clan. The brave Janar rushed to the front line wielding a battle ax. It seemed that only in this way could he show his bravery and force. And the ogres retreated even though they fought. The demons began to take advantage of the terrain to snipe the progress of the tribe. The continuous rolling of burning boulders in the narrow tunnel leading to the second floor of the knife tower was their way to prevent the tribe from continuing to move up. The boulders quickly rolled down around the long and narrow winding road. After many fruitless attempts, the tribe had to choose to hibernate temporarily and wait for a better time.

But for Janar, waiting was a waste of time. He ignored his brother Durotan's dissuasion and still ventured forward. The gap left by the tumbling flints that collided with the stone wall and changed direction was Janar's path. The stone surface burned by the flames left deep burns of varying degrees on Janar's feet with every step he took, but this did not stop him. Stopping Janal's progress.

Facing the last dangerous hurdle, Janal jumped high and struck the ogre who was constantly transporting rocks from the lava pool with his axe. The dripping battle ax once again issued a bloodthirsty cry. The call. A killing begins. It seems that only at this time, Janar's eyes will shine with a strange light of excitement. He looks excited when he cuts the flesh with a battle axe. His body is covered with blood. It seems that only in this way can he I feel that I am a real warrior. And my brother who only knows how to weigh the pros and cons but does not dare to pick up the ax and charge with me is just a softie. I should really stand in the position of chief and lead the Frostwolf tribe.

But this idea does not It didn't last long. The giant Gronn located on the second floor of the Blade Tower Fortress caught Janar's attention. This Gronn that beat happily in the lava kept digging out burning stones from the core of the earth. It was he who blocked The progress of the tribal alliance.

Without a moment's hesitation, Janar sprinted and jumped up high. He wanted to use the ax in his hand to smash the tall monster in front of him. It's a pity that the all-conquering method seems insignificant when encountering this elemental monster that is ten meters tall and covered with rock armor. The sharp ax only left a faint white mark on his body. Such an attack made the one-eyed rock monster turn its attention to this orc who was not qualified to even scratch himself. He stretched out his giant hand burning with flames to catch Janal, but the cunning monkey in his eyes seemed to be very flexible. Every time he tried to do so, he always jumped around and avoided it. This Goron was very angry about this.

The same problem is still the same for Janal. No matter what kind of attack is ineffective, Janal's eyes turn blood red. He is a sign of bloodthirsty. Unfortunately, without the shaman, he cannot burst out with more powerful energy. strength, but this still does not stop him from moving forward. Jumping high, he raised his ax and made a jumping chop, trying to attack the eyes of Gronn who was squatting down to scratch him. But this moment of air control allowed him to reveal a flaw, and a huge palm came towards him. From an angle that he could not dodge, he fanned Janal away with the sound of howling wind.

Janar, who drew a perfect parabola, was about to fall from the second floor of the Blade Tower Fortress. Facing a height of several hundred meters, falling to death was the only option. But in the nick of time, Janar hooked his battle ax into a crack in a broken rock, which kept him suspended in the air and saved him from falling. But the danger was not over yet. The enraged Gronn left his favorite lava pool and rushed in the direction of Janar. He wanted to completely kill the orc who dared to fool him.

It's a pity that this powerful creature seems to be born without the intelligence to think about things. After leaving the warm magma, his body began to rapidly cool and stiffen, and each joint made a tingling sound, indicating that the hard armor he was proud of was disintegrating. If he could not be nourished by the hot flames, he would die quickly. But Goron obviously didn't consider this. At this moment, he only saw the orc hanging in mid-air.

If he really succeeded, then Janar's death would be only a matter of time, but when he was about to touch Janar's hanging body, the dying Goron finally reached the limit of his body. The broken body is still rigid and deformed. The excessive sprint speed caused his steps to break, and his whole body began to tilt and fall away from Janar until he reached the end of the white snow.

"Damn beast!"Jannar cursed loudly, and a stone hit him in the face, which made him loosen his grip on the battle ax. At this moment, it was impossible to hold on tightly.He fell from the sky and could no longer control his own life and death. He was powerless to stop the situation in front of him. But death obviously did not belong to him yet. When he began to think about his brother, a giant stone hand stretched out from the rock wall caught him. At the same time a thick arm stretched out towards him. Janar accepted the assistance without any scruples. He jumped onto the passage where the boulder had fallen. He raised his fist high in the air to the orc who rescued him and wore a hood made of frostwolf skin. He thanked him and then shook his head. He rushed towards the top level of the Blade Tower Castle without looking back.