Warcraft novel series

"If that's all you have, then I will be disappointed to work with you."The one who spoke was Grommash Hellscream. He held the great sword and rushed forward as he spoke. As the former leader of the Iron Tribe, he wanted to end this wrong past with his own hands, just as he had done in history.. He led the orcs to drink the demon's blood and become slaves of the demon, and in the end, he risked his life to kill Mannoroth, the source of the demon's blood. The fearless swordmaster Grommash jumped onto the body of this giant Grom with his sword in hand. The sword was fiercely inserted into the eye of the Grom, and the demon's blood spattered all over the floor. The body of the Grom, which had lost its sense of pain, shook for a while, and he began to try to pull Grommash away. Scratched from his body, Grommash showed the qualities that a swordmaster should have with his agility. He walked up and down Goron's body and dodged back and forth, leaving scars on Goron's body with the big sword in his hand from time to time.

At this time, it was time for Thrall to prove himself. A huge spike penetrated Gronn's body. Then, like a sapling in the spring rain, the spike spread its branches and buds and grew into a big tree. As he grew, , his outstretched branches exploded the original body of the Goron, and the evil blood flowing down fell to the ground with a hissing sound, but the objects they corroded were the stones that fell out of the Goron's body.

"You are an excellent shaman. Maybe you can tell me about the process of establishing your tribe when you have time, but I may not have the chance to hear it."Facing Grommash's approval, Thrall responded,"Maybe, but not now."Facing the demons that began to emerge, the two of them ended their brief conversation and began to devote themselves wholeheartedly to the new battle. Perhaps with the collapse of the Hellfire Fortress, these two orcs who should not have crossed paths will return to them again. In the original correct timeline, they have been independent since then. But now that they are fighting together, they decided to use the courage and wisdom of their respective orcs to prove that even if the times are different, the spirit of the orcs has never changed.

As the war continues, Lanso The battle between Rhett and the Sword Master Jupelsos finally came to an end. With the swordsmanship indistinguishable, the blood from the devil played a negative role at this time. It became increasingly difficult for Jupei to stay rational. Ersos began to become manic and crazy, ignoring the damage from Lansolit, which caused the collapse of his swordsmanship system that had both strength and stability. Lansolit, who had found the opportunity, gave him a fatal blow. When the dark red blood stained the sword blade, Lansolite did not look back at his opponent. Just as the fall of his Jupelsos announced the end of the era of the Fire Blade Sword Saint, the isolated sword There will never be any new swordsmen born in Blade Valley.

And Gemu's victory came a little slowly. After many trials, Gemu finally walked out of the dark mist, with broken shoulder armor, The red blood on his body was slowly flowing. One of his arms was obviously no longer able to fight. After winning at such a price, Gemu laughed heartily,"It seems that I quit the army and went home to farm." The day is not far away."Seeing Gemulan Sorit like this, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head. The war is not over yet, but their battle is obviously over. Demons will begin to appear in the next battle. As their fighting power and turbulence There is no difference between the orc warriors, and there is no difference if there is one more or one less. After a simple bandage, Gemu and Lansolit came to the rear. They wanted to take advantage of the last opportunity to take a good look at the land occupied by demons. Is there anything else they can miss? The stumps and broken limbs of demons everywhere can be clearly seen even outside the Hellfire Fortress. But such a place no longer has the gloom and fear of the past. The dark woods The next few ravens made whimpering sounds, which seemed to confirm that this land was dying.

"I may have deserted, this was the first time I left a battle before it was over. Gemu murmured to himself."Maybe, but this war has never belonged to me. Maybe it ended after I killed Jupelsos. The Fire Blade Clan should have withdrawn from this battle long ago." Exited."Lansorit's emotion is not unreasonable. The Burning Blade Clan is destined to be submerged in the long river of history. But that is not what Gemu wants to say,"Maybe after the war is over, the turbulence of time will be restored. It’s time for us to truly say goodbye. I don’t know what words to use to express my feelings to have met a friend like you."

"Then don't try to express it. Maybe I will forget you when I return to the dilapidated Draenor you mentioned, but what does it matter? Just cherish today."Lansorit patted Gemu on the shoulder, as if none of this mattered. The two of them walked aimlessly, as if they were being led by an invisible tentacle towards the dark place where the tribe came to this space. It's just that the moment the tribe escaped from the Tanaan Jungle, this dark gate was forever closed to the tribal alliance, and revisiting the old place at this time was obviously not an intentional result.

Standing in this ancient darkness In front of the door, two silver-gray statues of sword-holders prop up this magical door that shines bright red. He was once the door that Gul'dan led the orcs to invade Azeroth and used countless souls to create a door connecting the two worlds. , and now he is used by this orc warlock to summon demons. The piles of demon corpses in Hellfire Fortress once passed through this gate. They once vowed to rule this land and find a high-sounding title for their previous failures. Reason. But now they are being surrounded and suppressed by Thrall and Grommash's tribal coalition forces. The full confidence they once swore has now been shattered by the cruel reality. Maybe it won't be long before the tribal coalition forces will pass through this place again. Opening the door and returning to the familiar Azeroth.

Looking at the fascinated Gemu, Lansolit became wary. He pulled the Gemu, and before Gemu could react, the two of them They all hid behind the dark green stone. At this moment, a green-skinned orc warlock came to the door with a wooden staff. Neither Gemu nor Lansolit had seen him, but this It does not prevent them from knowing his name. Gul'dan, the summoner of demons, the source of all evil. And now he appears in front of the Dark Portal, with obviously only one purpose, to initiate the demon summoning ritual. Obviously, the war in Hellfire Fortress has arrived. White-hot, the demon army has shown signs of defeat, and as the culprit of all this, he obviously will not let this happen.

As countless dark green runes light up, the warlock who is proficient in demon spells starts again After entering the magic transmission gate, an increasingly powerful magic tide surged. At this moment, a black shadow with a silver sword light stopped all this from happening.

Lansolite jumped up He appeared in front of Gul'dan with his sword, and the dark red blood dripping on the sword's blade was Gul'dan's blood. This unexpected change not only caught Gul'dan's expectation, but also made Gemu He was not prepared at all. At this moment, he had escaped into the shadows. But because Gul'dan was injured, the barrier from hellfire was opened, and Gemu did not dare to act rashly. I have to say that

Lansolit's this time The sneak attack was quite successful. He did not cut off Gul'dan's head but took away one of his arms. The summoning ceremony was interrupted. No more demon army could come to this world. At this moment, he faced Gul'dan who had lost an arm. Dan, he was confident that he would not lose. But when he saw that the person on the opposite side was a local indigenous orc, Gul'dan showed a disdainful smile."I have to praise you for being really brave, but brave You can’t imagine what kind of price you will have to pay in the future."

Facing Gul'dan's ridicule, Lansorit decided to speak with his sword. Lansorit, who was wielding his sword to slash, was blocked by an invisible barrier, which prevented his sword from falling on Gul'dan."You have the power, but you lack the brain to think."At this moment, Gul'dan picked up the arm that was severed by Lanshoret and connected it again. Countless small red tentacles rushed to sew Gul'dan's broken arm together like a thread, and this arm soon It exerted its power, and a bolt of hell flame passed through the invisible barrier and rushed towards Lansolite.