Warcraft novel series

But when the battle ax fell to the ground, Janar knelt down on one knee,"I swear in the name of the ancestors' spirits, I will always be loyal to Durotan, fight for the Frostwolf clan, and fight for glory!" That was the oath from Janar. , at this moment he is willing to assist his brother with his own life and honor. The revenge in his heart never gave up, but when he walked to Wolgao and saw the sad eyes of the mother who lost her son, and when he saw the woman who buried her son holding back her tears and re-entering the production forcefully. He knew that his brother was the chief of the Frostwolf clan, and that he was just a reckless warrior pursuing revenge. While swearing allegiance to his brother, he will also use his life to fulfill his oath. And this oath will be fulfilled in the near future, for the sake of his brother and for Draenor to return to peace again.

What was supposed to come came, and after three months of rest, the revenge from the Iron Tribe and the wrath of the Thunder Clan came on the same day. Thunder Trail, the only passage leading to Frostfire Ridge, became a battlefield between the two camps. Fighting each other with weapons, this is the war of the orcs. There is no skill or tactics. The horn that resounds through the canyon is the reminder for them to rush to death. Glory and blood have never been separated. The warriors with swords and swords interpret the meaning of war with their flesh and blood and their loyalty to their respective races.

But due to the goblin technology brought by the little Hellscream, this war is no longer a pure flesh-and-blood battlefield. Amidst the roar, a series of goblin tanks moved forward in the rugged canyon, as if one shot of artillery fire was enough to end the war."Drek'Thar, I need to use the power of my ancestors!" The voice from Durotan was urgent and firm, and the prayer in the mouth of the old prophet who walked alone on the protruding cliff never stopped.

He was begging Mother Earth to lend him power. The elements sang happily, and more and more magical elements condensed around him. When the flying rocks fell, the shocking elemental power ruthlessly destroyed the goblin tanks. But this also allowed him to expose himself prematurely, and a large number of enemy space hands aimed their arrows at the old shaman. But the roaring tanks never stopped for a moment. They never stopped on this fighting battlefield.

At this time, Thrall stood next to Drektar without waiting for Durotan's orders. He has been in Draenor for a while and has been recognized by the elements. But he still can't exert the power of summoning elements like Drek'Thar. But this is enough. Feizong's air barrier can still protect two people from harm. The power of those bows and arrows was not enough to penetrate Thrall's elemental barrier. At this moment, Drek'Thar raised his hands again, the power of the elements lingering in his palms, and the rocks hovered in the air, but did not fall. It was obvious that he was conducting a long summons, and the tanks of the Iron Horde obviously would not. Give him this chance. Their artillery aimed their muzzles at the two shamans. Obviously, those two people had been listed as the number one threat.

"I won't let you succeed, let you see the power of Frostwolf Janar."A man drags his tomahawk through the chaotic battlefield, and all those who stand in his way will become the undead under his tomahawk. Janar leaps high and swings his tomahawk heavily to look at the barrel of the goblin tank. Above. As he swung the tomahawk down, the entire barrel was bent and poked in the snow. The cannonball falling from the barrel made a roaring explosion. Raging flames ignited behind Janar, and like this This move also inspired all the Frostwolf clan to resist. Yong Qi and the others used their bravery and natural terrain advantages to give these goblin tanks, which were afraid of cold weather and unable to move quickly, a heavy blow. Roaring explosions continued to sound, and in Jana Under the leadership of Er, these threatening goblin tanks finally withdrew from the battle after more than half of their losses.

"Sorry for the waitting!"When this sound came out, the entire canyon was shaking. Heavy footsteps made a roaring sound on the cold soil, and a huge Goron appeared in front of Janar. He was tall and burly, with soft skin on his body. Part of it was wrapped in solid armor, and his head also wore a tight steel mask, and an orc was sitting on the shoulders of this Gronn looking at Janar with a hint of mockery."Haha Tok, I knew you would come, but I didn’t expect this day to come so soon."Jannar's eyes were filled with the flames of revenge as he struck the battle ax in the air, but in Hattok's eyes, this look was the last struggle of a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He patted Gron on the head. The metal mask said arrogantly,"I know you are brave, but so what, now Grulock has no weaknesses, and only death is waiting for you. Of course I will give you a happy life if you surrender."

I saw Khatok opened his bow and shot an arrow at Janal. The arrow that passed through the icy cold wind had no power when it reached Janal. He grabbed the bow and arrow with one hand, and Janal couldn't help but He broke the bow and arrow into two pieces with great effort."I want you to remember that this bow and arrow is your destiny."The battle ax wielded by Janal is extremely brave, but it poses no threat to the strengthened Grulok. This Gronn is constantly grabbing and trying to attack Janal at any time, although this clumsy attack starts. It doesn't work, but looking at Hatok's playful eyes, you know that this cunning orc is just playing with Janal. Maybe one day when he gets tired, he will let his accurate arrow pierce Janal's heart..

As he continued to dodge, Janar kept using his battle ax to try to leave a trace of a wound on Grulock, but unfortunately he could not do it. The skin that was like steel but better than steel could only leave a shallow wound. The white mark. The already angry Gronn began to step on Janar with his feet. It seemed that the orc in front of him had made him impatient, although he may not remember the name of the orc who hurt him last time.

"Your destiny is only death, don't try to change it, the ending will only make people more painful!"That was a mockery from Hartok. In his eyes, his side seemed to be victorious, and playing with the furious orc in front of him became his only pleasure at the moment. But never underestimate your opponent, maybe inadvertently He will bring fatal harm to you. It was not Janal who hurt Hartok, but a black shadow that rushed towards him from the sky. The black shadow quickly hit Hartok, and the two The two of them hugged each other and fell off Goron. At this moment, Hartok wanted to thank that they were at the edge of the Thunder Trail. The thick snow there was several meters thick, which prevented him from being fatal. However, the impact of the high-speed fall still made Hartok dizzy for a while.

But Hartok's subconscious sense of crisis caused him to roll the moment he landed. This subconscious action allowed him to avoid the flashing beam. A dagger with a cold luster. When Hartok opened his eyes, he finally saw clearly who the opponent he was facing was. An orc with green skin. At this moment, he was holding the dagger that once belonged to him but was lost in the Thunder Fortress. ’s Dragon Fang Blade."Your death has come, traitor."This green-skinned orc didn't seem to like to talk too much, but when his ghost-like figure with drifting snowflakes passed by Hartok, he knew that he was in danger. If a hunter can't pull If he kept the distance, it would be very dangerous for him, especially when facing a thief.

The constant spray of blood proved the dilemma he faced at the moment. While rolling, his bow and arrow had been cut by the sharp dragon's tooth blade. It was two sections, and as the wounds on his body continued to increase, his movements became slower and slower. It was not until the shining blue dagger slashed across his throat that he finally thought that the Black Prince was following The last words he said were,"Don't lose this dagger, it will be with you in your life."It seemed that he finally understood the meaning of this sentence at this moment, but it was obviously a bit late.

Without Hartok's command, the chaotic Grulock was just a reckless beast, and began to roam the battlefield randomly without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy. Attack, and such a beast was eventually eliminated by both camps. Of course, this had nothing to do with Janar. He came in front of the green-skinned orc and patted him hard on the shoulder, but there was no trace of it that could be erased. Regret."I'm sorry to disturb your revenge."This sincere apology made Janar's only resentment disappear."Needless to say apologies, it seems that I owe more and more, and I can't pay it back no matter what. After a slight pause, Janal asked again,"Tell me your name. I will remember it this time."""Gemu Gorehowl, an assassin."As the orc announced his name again, the two orcs hammered each other's chests. Maybe at this moment they will be friends forever.

But there is no need for Janar to regret it, if he hadn't entangled him Grulock, this Gronn would not approach the edge of the cliff under Hartok's command. If Hartok hadn't been too concerned about Janar, he wouldn't have been so careless that he didn't notice Gemu hiding on the edge of the cliff. Holding the dagger, he waited for the sneak attack and fatal blow. There were no ifs, and the outcome had already been determined by a series of accidents in the direction he should take.

Hartok was dead, and looking at the increasingly cold body, Janal had no trace of it. The feeling of successful revenge. The final enemy, his brother Fenris, is still hiding behind the Iron Tribe, staring at himself. It seems that the death of his son is no one's pity to him, and he can get the support of the Iron Tribe. Even the death of the greatest hunter of the Thunder Clan would not cause a wave of emotion in his heart.

At this moment, the eldest brother of Janar and Durotan was pointing his finger at the Frostwolf army that had shown fatigue from the continuous battles. Behind him, a large number of The warriors of the Iron Tribe swarmed out, and this was what Durotan was worried about. The tribe and the Frostwolf Clan were in urgent need of some time to recuperate, and the Iron Tribe was obviously unwilling to give them this time. They assembled an army and prepared to annihilate the tribe and the Frostwolf Clan in one fell swoop.."How long, shaman!"That was Durotan's roar. Apparently he had prepared a retreat at the beginning of the war, but he didn't expect that he could hold on for such a short time."It will take some time, my chief, the power of the elements is not enough to ban it. this canyon."This is the voice of Drek'Thar. He is calling out to the earth elements with all his strength, and the elements are also responding to him happily. Obviously what the orc shaman wants to do at this moment is to seal off the canyon and let the frost fire The ridge became a closed space, and Thrall was assisting him. The two shamans worked together to call on the power of the elements. The

Iron Tribe obviously knew Durotan's intentions, and the Iron Wolf who led the charge wanted to end it all with his army. The roaring and twisted face seemed to be trying to regain what he had lost, and the target was his brother when he was still called Fenris. Time no longer allowed Durotan to hesitate. He raised the huge sword and was about to use his life to drag him away. He stopped the Iron Horde. At this moment, Janar held his shoulder,"The people still need you, my chief."That was a look of determination and sacrifice. When Janar's eyes met Durotan's gaze, a smile appeared on the corner of Janar's mouth. His gray beard was swaying in the wind, and the retreating figure had a trace of The taste of determination.

At this moment, Janar holding the battle ax seemed to be the god of war descending from the sky. He was fearless and allowed the locust bows to leave scars on his body. And there was only one target he faced, and that was to stand on the Iron Horde The iron wolf Fenris was on the front line. When the ax held high struck Fenris hard on the chest, Janar's eldest brother, now the traitor, clearly heard the voice from his younger brother,"I'm sorry, brother, my The journey of revenge is over, and you are my destination."At this moment, Fenris clearly felt the passage of life. His plans and ambitions would go bankrupt with this axe. At this moment, the panic in his eyes gradually dissipated, turned into uneasiness, and finally became relieved and gradually It dimmed. He hugged his brother with his last strength, and then the two of them fell into the snow with falling rocks. The Thunder Trail was finally blocked by the rain of rocks dropped by the power of the elements. Not only were the war dead buried here The frost wolves, tribal warriors, and a pair of brothers here finally forgave each other at the end of their lives.

As a witness to the entire time, Gemu witnessed Janar's bravery and also witnessed his The fall of the hero. He and everyone paid their last respects to the hero. The war is not over yet. After putting away the Dragon Fang Blade, he still has a long way to go. Of course, he is not the only one on this road. Durotan, Thrall, and others will all go with him. When this chaotic time comes to an end, Gemu decides to retire from his position as a scout. He will use a pen to record this twisted time. Tell your son everything that happened, including the story of Janar, a brave orc hero on his journey of revenge.