The Viku people, who have lost their faith inheritance, are a secular force, and there will inevitably be a division of classes, but compared with the human world that pays attention to etiquette and decency, the division of the ranks of the Viku people is much more straightforward. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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

In Imiron's time, the Viku kings and lords of the Howling Fjords were the ones who could fight the most, which certainly made the entire Viku society biased towards barbarism and ferocity, but it also ensured the strong combat effectiveness of the Vikus, in fact, if it wasn't for the flesh curse that year, which caused the last king to have to put the people into a deep sleep, I am afraid that the two sides would have been at war as early as when the undead Scourge occupied Northrend.

But now, Arthas has given the Viku people hope to get rid of the curse of flesh and blood, although the undead Viku people are still flesh and blood, but whether it is strength or will, they will become stronger and stronger, which is what the Viku people want, for this reason, the first to be awakened, Imiron took the initiative to join Arthas.

Both sides know that this kind of attachment is only temporary, but when facing the same opponent, this kind of "attachment" with evil intentions is insignificant.

Alepmeron is a typical Viku city, divided into three layers, the upper middle and lower levels, the crypt is full of sleeping Viku ancestors, and before Imiron has time to wake them up, Jorin Deatheye is leading the giant mage and orc warlock to carry out the final "treatment" of those Viku ancestors who are between life and death.

In the middle are the Viku who have regained their allegiance to Imiron, they have been completely scattered by the orc infantry led by Garrosh and Dranoth, and are desperately struggling, and the orcs will not kill them all, and these slaves will be needed for the subsequent development of Howling Bay.

The road to the upper level has been blocked, Garrosh rushed three times with his soldiers, all of them were driven out by the more elite Viku warriors, it was a stone staircase that spiraled upwards, and the shield-wielding warriors stood in the way, forming a wall-like defense, and a Veku officer with a longbow and sword in his hand, under his command, every attack of the orcs would be easily defused, almost a situation that could not be opened, and Garrosh even wanted to set fire to the place at one point, until the overlord of Sarufar, armed with a battle axe, walked in.

"Garrosh, go collect those prisoners of war, and leave them to me here. ”

The old orc looked at the blocked stone steps in front of him, raised his left hand, and the elite Kukaron warriors who followed him raised their weapons one after another, ready to charge, as the most powerful force in Orgrimmar and even the entire orc world, the small number but the powerful Kukaron troops are one of the most famous forces in Azeroth.

These battle-hardened orc veterans are as indifferent as walking steel, which is intimidating.

"Yes!"

Garrosh looked at the defending Viku people on the stone steps with some unconvinced, but finally gritted his teeth, carried the blood-stained battle axe back behind him, and turned and walked towards the battlefield that had fallen silent.

The old orc grasped the spine battle axe in his hand with both hands, and the ten fingers moved, and the blood-red anger rose from under his feet, quickly enveloping him, and after entering the state of anger control, Sarufar's eyes were not red like the younger generation, on the contrary, his eyes were still as bright as before.

This means that even in the face of extreme anger, he can still maintain his due sanity with an iron will.

A mocking smile appeared under the spiked helmet of the Naviku officer, and he opened his iron bow and shot an iron arrow as thick as a child's arm at the Overlord of Safarul defiantly.

"Bang"

The whistling iron arrow was directly knocked away by a fist, and the next moment, the stones under Sarufar's feet shattered, and the old orc's body melted into the anger, like a crazy storm of rage, dragging a long shadow on the ground, holding the battle axe in both hands and dragging it behind him, with his arms and diagonally sideways body, like a meteor, he crashed into the row of heavy shields.

"Smack"

The 4-meter-tall body of the Viku warrior who was hit in the center flew backwards as if it had been hit head-on by a battering ram, and there were already cracks in the heavy shield, and the old orc's body stopped in place, like a blood-colored nail, nailed to the row of defending Viku warriors.

The other Vikus slashed at him with spears and knives, but the moment before the weapons landed on Safarul, the battle axes in the hands of the old orcs were blessed with great force and slashed through the air with a whirlwind of 270 degrees.

It was like a blood-red bolt of lightning in the air, and all the weapons it touched were shattered, and the fragments of the shield flew around Safarul, and the roar of the Viku was smashed back into the stomach by the blow.

It was a near-perfect slash, and after slashing the weapons, the old orc opened its mouth and let out a roar like a bell, and the audible sound wave blasted into the ears of every Viku around them, pausing their attack for a moment.

Deterrent Cry!

Then another blood-colored aura bloomed around Safarul, like a whistling whirlwind that spun out of thin air, and as it stopped, the three nearest Vikus standing beside Sarufar smashed their bodies from their legs and abdomen severed to the ground.

Whirlwind Slash!

The stenching and burning blood covered every staircase around him, and the weapons of the Viku officers who roared and rushed up were smashed away by Sarufar with a battle axe, jumping up from the ground, and the battle axe in his hand slashed down his neck, chest, and abdomen, and the unpretentious blow directly hit the effect of slashing.

When Sarufar landed, the heavily armored Veku official was almost cut in two pieces by the armor.

The corpse he fell to the ground didn't even make Sarufar stay for a second, the old warrior's martial arts were not amazing, not even as thrilling as Garrosh when he waved his bloody roar, but it was this simple and unpretentious martial art that easily broke through the defensive battle formation that made Garrosh helpless.

He was like a war knife that had been polished by time, the ornate tassels and decorations had been worn away, but it was precisely in this way that his sharpness became more and more apparent, and when he was unsheathed, any weapon had to retreat, and any opponent would be afraid.

This is the deterrent power of high-ranking warriors!

It was at this moment that the Kukaron warriors who charged behind him won the battle skills, and under the leadership of Sarufar, who had begun to charge again, those tall, elite Viku warriors were almost instantly dismembered by the swords.

These veterans, who have survived one brutal war after another, can find the most suitable way to fight with little deliberate command, and it only takes less than five minutes for the passage to the top to be completely opened.

Sarufar cut the lock of the last gate with an axe, kicked it open, and strode in, only to rush into a golden spear, almost breaking the speed of sound, the old orc subconsciously slashed through it with an axe, and the angry battle axe broke the golden spear, scattering it like a bamboo.

And only then did Sarufar see the creature in front of him clearly, it was a creature he had never seen, it was a woman with a winged helmet and a golden spear, like a Viku, but it was in the form of a spirit, and there was a pair of heavy wings of light behind it, her whole body shone with a golden luster, and she looked like a legendary angel of mankind.

Just looking at the appearance, it has almost nothing to do with the undead.

"Who are you?"

Safarul held the battle axe in her hand and looked at the creature in front of her vigilantly, although she was noble, what she was doing had nothing to do with her holy appearance, behind this creature was a large furnace that was lighting a blue flame, and the soul visible to the naked eye was being pulled out of the furnace and poured into the rows of thick sarcophagus.

Golden Wagri's toes were on the ground, she looked at Safarul, and finally spoke, her voice hoarse and low,

"Sylvana, you can call me a Valkyrie, please get out of here! I have no intention of interfering in your feud with Arthas, don't disturb me. ”

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

"That's... Leave it to your wicked master, you disgusting creature!"

"Huh"

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

In the crashing sound that made people's scalps tingle, Shivana's cold voice also sounded at the same time,

"He's not my master! stupid militant creature, get out of here!"

Sarufar's response was equally murderous, "Then you have to beat me first!"

"Bang!"

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

The golden light pierced the top of the Alebolon building, making this gloomy fortress almost full of scorching light at this moment, but the blood-red anger mixed in it was like a large net, binding it to the battlefield.

Sarufar's combat power is at full strength, charging with glory, killing and slashing, each blow will dim the light on the golden creature's body, but every time he attacks, he will also be pierced through the body by the ubiquitous golden spear, this is not just a collision of the two sides' combat skills.

It's more like a collision of the wills of two powerful creatures!

Let's see who breaks down first!

Garrosh and Dranoth were cleaning up the battlefield, and as the golden light filled the cold sky of Alepron, they all stopped what they were doing, and Jorin ran out of the basement panting, shouting,

"I feel the grumpy energy at the top! The Overlord may need help! That's a very powerful guy, I feel it!"

"Let's go!"

Dranoth picked up two knives from the ground and rushed towards the top floor, Garrosh and Jolin followed, but the moment they rushed up the top staircase, the entire wall collapsed in an instant, Safarul's roar made the faces of the three guys change greatly, but the next moment, a golden shadow flew out of the battlefield and smashed the three young men to the ground.

It was a golden vargri with a winged helmet, wearing golden armor and a pair of light wings on its back, which looked like a spirit but had a physical body.

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

The three guys looked up, in the golden mist that had not yet dissipated, the body of the Overlord of Sarufar was lying on his back, his battle axe had been completely shattered, and the fragments were sprinkled with blood on the ground around him, the old orc was caressing the pillar, his whole body was covered with blood, but there was a hint of comfort in his eyes after the battle.

"Ah, here you are, tie her up and send her to the paladins, they'll be interested!"

The old orc gritted his teeth and said,

"Come back with something good, and tell the fighters that we won!"

"The road to the Dragonbone Wilderness has been opened!Early tomorrow morning, we will leave for the Angasa camp!"