Azeroth Trail of Light

The Vrykul who have lost their belief inheritance are a secular force, and there will inevitably be class divisions. However, compared with the human world that pays attention to etiquette and decency, the class division of the Vrykul is much more straightforward.

Whoever is stronger and who can fight better will have a higher level.

In Ymiron's era, the Vrykul kings and lords of the Howling Fjord were the most able to fight. This will certainly make the entire Vrykul society tend to be barbaric and fierce, but it also ensures that the Vrykul In fact, if it hadn't been for the curse of flesh and blood that caused the last king to put the people into a deep sleep, the two sides would have started fighting as early as when the Scourge of the Undead occupied Northrend.

But now, Arthas has given the vrykul hope to get rid of the curse of flesh and blood. Although the undead vrykul are still flesh and blood, they will become stronger both in strength and will. This is what the vrykul hope for For this reason, Ymiron, who was first awakened, took the initiative to surrender to Alsace.

Both parties know that this kind of attachment is only temporary, but when facing the same opponent, this kind of "attachment" with ulterior motives seems insignificant.

Gjalerbron is a typical Vrykul city, which is divided into upper, middle and lower floors. The great crypt is full of sleeping Vrykul ancestors. Magicians and orc warlocks, who put the finishing touches on those vrykul ancestors who were between life and death.

The middle layer is the Vrykul who have re-loyal to Ymiron. They have been completely dispersed by the orc infantry led by Garrosh and Dranos. They are struggling desperately. The orcs will not kill them all. The follow-up development of Howling The Gulf still needs these slaves.

However, the road leading to the upper floor has been blocked all the time. Garrosh led his soldiers to charge three times, but they were all driven out by more elite Vrykul warriors. There, a defense like a city wall was formed. A Vrykul officer held a longbow and sword. Under his command, every attack of the orcs would be easily resolved. At one point, he wanted to set fire to this place, until the Overlord Saurfang walked in with a battle axe.

"Garrosh, you go gather those prisoners of war, leave this place to me."

The old orc looked at the blocked stone steps in front of him, raised his left hand, and the elite Kor'kron warriors behind him raised their weapons one after another, ready to charge, as the strongest in Orgrimmar and even the entire orc world. The Kor'Kron troop, which has a large military force and a small number, is one of the most famous troops in Azeroth.

These orc veterans who have experienced many battles are as indifferent as walking steel, making people daunting.

"yes!"

Garrosh looked at the defensive Vrykul on the stone steps with some dissatisfaction, finally gritted his teeth, put the blood-stained battle ax behind his back, turned around and walked towards the quiet battlefield behind him.

The old orc held the spine battle ax in both hands, moved his ten fingers, blood-red anger rose from his feet, and quickly wrapped him up. After entering the state of anger control, Saurfa Er didn't have red eyes like the younger generation, on the contrary, his eyes were still as bright as before.

This means that even under extreme anger, he can still maintain his rationality with steely will.

Under the spiked helmet of the Vikul officer, he showed a mocking smile. He opened the iron bow in his hand, and shot an iron arrow as thick as a child's arm towards the Safarul Overlord provocatively.

"boom"

The roaring iron arrow was directly hit by a fist, and the next moment, the stones under Saurfang's feet shattered, and the old orc's body melted into the anger, like a crazy storm of anger, falling on the ground A long shadow came out, holding the tomahawk with both hands and dragging behind him, with his arms and slanted body, he hit the row of thick shields like a shooting star.

"Snapped"

The 4-meter-high body of the vrykul warrior who was hit in the center flew backwards as if hit by a battering ram head-on. There was already a crack on the thick shield, and the old orc's body stopped in place. , like a bloody nail, nailed into the row of defensive vrykul warriors.

The other Vrykul held up spears and slashed at him with long knives, but the moment before those weapons fell on Safarur, the battle ax in the old orc's hand was buoyed up in the air under the blessing of great power. A large whirlwind with a full 270° was drawn across.

It was like a blood-red lightning appeared in the air, all the weapons it touched were chopped into pieces, and the fragments of the shield flew around Safarur, and the roars of those Vrykul were forcefully smashed back into their stomachs by this blow.

Cleave! This was a cleave with almost perfect effect. After cutting off those weapons, the old orc opened his mouth, and let out a bell-like roar, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye blasted every Vrykul around. In the ear, let their attack be suspended for a moment.

Deterrence battle cry!

Then another bloody halo bloomed around Safarur, like a whistling whirlwind spinning out of thin air. When it stopped, the three nearest Vrykul standing beside Safarur burst from their legs and The corpse with its severed abdomen fell to the ground.

Whirlwind!

Smelly and scorching blood covered every step of the stairs around him, the roaring Vrykul officer's weapon was smashed by Saurfang with his battle axe, and he jumped up from the ground, the battle ax in his hand ran along The neck, chest, and abdomen were cut all the way down, and the unpretentious blow directly produced the effect of beheading.

When Saurfang landed, the Vrykul officer in heavy armor was almost cut into two pieces by the man and the armor.

The corpse he fell on the ground couldn't even stop Saurfang for a second. The old warrior's martial skills were not amazing, not even as thrilling as when Garrosh waved his blood roar, but it happened to be this simple and unpretentious With his martial arts skills, he easily broke through the defensive formation that Garrosh was helpless.

He is like a war knife that has been polished by time. The gorgeous tassels and decorations have been worn away, but it is this that makes him more sharp. Opponents will be terrified.

This is the deterrent power of high-level fighters!

It was at this moment that the Kor'kron warriors who charged behind him won the battle skills. Under the leadership of Saurfang who started to charge again, those tall, elite vrykul warriors were almost In an instant, he was dismembered by knives.

These veterans who have survived the brutal wars can find the most suitable fighting method almost without deliberate command. In less than five minutes, the passage to the top floor was completely opened.

Saurfang chopped off the lock of the last gate with an axe, kicked it open, and rushed in. As a result, a golden spear rushed towards him, almost breaking the speed of sound, and the old orc subconsciously slashed at it with his ax , the tomahawk mixed with anger smashed the golden spear, and scattered it like a bamboo.

And it wasn't until this time that Saurfang saw clearly the creature in front of him. It was a creature he had never seen before. It was a woman wearing a winged helmet and holding a golden spear. She looked like a vrykul, but it was a spirit body. With a pair of thick wings of light behind her, her whole body shone with golden luster, she looked like an angel in human legend.

Just looking at the appearance, there is almost nothing to do with the undead.

"Who are you?"

Safarul held the battle ax and looked at the creature in front of him vigilantly. Although she is noble, what she is doing has nothing to do with her holy appearance. Behind this guy is a large one, which is igniting blue The furnace of flames, the souls visible to the naked eye are being drawn out of the furnace by her, and poured into the rows of thick sarcophagi.

The golden Val'kyr's toes were on the ground, she looked at Safarur, and finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and low,

"Sylvana, you can call me Valkyrie, please get out of here! I have no intention of intervening in the grievances between you and Arthas, don't disturb my affairs."

Saurfang glanced at the soul-infused corpses again, a mocking smile appeared on his face,

"Leave that to your evil master, you disgusting creature!"

"swish"

The old orc charged again, and the chilling aura brought by the blood-red anger made the temperature here drop a lot, but his words seemed to have angered the guy who claimed to be the "Valkyrie" in front of him. At the moment Saurfang charged , her body also turned into a light and shadow, the golden spear in her hand and Saurfang's battle ax chopped together, making a deafening sound.

Amidst the scalp-numbing collision, Shivana's cold voice sounded at the same time,

"He's not my master! Stupid warlike creature, get out of here!"

Saurfang's response was equally murderous, "Then you have to defeat me first!"

"boom!"

Two figures, one red and one gold, retreated to the sides, and a sonic boom cloud appeared at the impact point just now. The next moment, the two guys collided even more frantically.

The golden light pierced through the top floor of Gjalerbron, making this cold fortress almost full of hot light at this moment, but the blood-red anger mixed in it was like a big net, killing him. Death is bound in the battlefield.

Saurfang's combat power is at full strength, the glory charge, the fatal beheading, each blow will dim the light on the golden creature's body, but every time he strikes, he will also be attacked by the ubiquitous The golden spear pierced through the body, which was no longer just a collision of combat skills between the two sides.

This is more like a collision of wills between two powerful creatures!

Let's see who goes down first!

Garrosh and Dranos were cleaning the battlefield. When the golden light filled the cold sky of Ghalerbron, they stopped their work at the same time, and Jolin ran out of the basement panting, shouted loudly,

"I feel the cranky energy at the top! Overlord might need help! That's a strong guy, I feel it!"

"Walk!"

Dranos picked up the two swords from the ground and rushed towards the top floor. Garrosh and Jorin followed behind him, but the moment they rushed to the top stairs, the entire wall froze in an instant. It collapsed, and Safarul's roar made the faces of the three guys change drastically, but the next moment, a golden shadow flew out from the battlefield, knocking the three boys to the ground.

It was a golden Val'kyr with a wing helmet, wearing a golden battle armor, and a pair of light wings behind him. It looked like a spirit body, but it had a physical body.

At this time, she was already miserable to the extreme, the golden light everywhere on her body had dimmed, even the light wings on her back had become weak, and the golden spear in her hand had been broken by a third from the top, On the armor on her abdomen, a clear fist print was printed there.

The three guys looked up. In the golden mist that hadn't dissipated, Saurfang Overlord's body was bent, his battle ax was completely broken, and the fragments were sprinkled in the blood on the surrounding ground. The old orc Caressing the pillar, blood was all over his body, but there was a trace of comfort after the battle in his eyes.

"Ah! You are here! Tie her up and send her to the paladins, they will be interested!"

The old orc gritted his teeth and said,

"Come back for something good, and tell the soldiers that we won!"

"The road to the Dragonbone Wilderness has been opened! Tomorrow morning, set off for the Angasa Camp!"