"What can I do? Better a bolt of lightning fall from the sky and kill these guys. "Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Paul said angrily, "but how can this be ......?"

"Boom!"

Before Paul could finish his sentence, there was a loud bang, and a pale blue lightning bolt fell from the sky and landed not far in front of Paul, where the orcs gathered.

The pale blue electricity spread like lines on a tortoiseshell, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air, and the sound of "crackling" was heard for a while.

Paul was dumbfounded—looking at the orcs around him who began to stir around, Paul had only one thought in his head—what kind of sorcery was this?

"Wow, there's lightning lightning!!" Helena's nice voice sounded behind him, and Paul stiffened his head to see that the High Elves' eyes seemed to be beginning to sprout small stars.

Don't worship me like that, I'm really just saying it casually - Paul shyly avoided Helena's gaze, and then turned his attention to the group of orcs who had been struck down by lightning - could it be that the Holy Light answered his prayer? But how could he respond at this time, sooner rather than later?

Not only Paul, but everywhere in the battlefield, lightning fell from the sky, and the orcs were a little dazed by these lightning bolts - the lightning did not cause many casualties, but the blow to the orcs was great, and they were not only frightened by these lightnings, but more panicked - because they had seen them!

"Lightning arrows? How can it be lightning arrows? How can it be? How can it be...... And the shaman?" Orgrim naturally noticed the change on the battlefield, and he felt panicked for the first time tonight.

Even if the Draenei came to this world, Orgrim was not so panicked - since the orcs could exterminate the civilization of these neighbors in the world of Draenor once, they could naturally come again in this world called "Azeroth".

But now it's different—because Gul'dan and his warlocks wield that evil power, the world of Draenor has been corrupted, the earth no longer grows blood, and the trees no longer bear sweet fruit, which is one of the reasons the orcs have been forced to move to other worlds.

The destruction of nature has reached such a point that not to mention using the power of the shaman can not even communicate with the elemental spirits, and the shaman's role has naturally disappeared from the orc tribe.

And now, the reappearance of this powerful power in this strange world that is new to the orcs is undoubtedly a huge blow to their military morale - all orcs know how powerful this power is, it can even move mountains and reclaim the sea, and call for wind and rain.

"Hammer of Doom, above, up there!" Kilrog reminded Orgrim aloud - the Horde's Grand Chief had been in a daze for some time, and at this critical time, someone had to step up and remind him that he had an entire army to command.

Above, Orgrim jerked his head up at the clear night sky, and then it dawned on him that in the night sky, countless creatures with the size of a lion, but with a furious bird face instead of the head of a happy feline, were hovering high and low.

Above the battlefield, countless griffons had quietly obscured the clear moonlight, and the griffons chirped like eagles in their mouths, their limbs with deadly talons, a long tail dragging behind their bodies, and their huge wings spread evenly on both sides, above the wings......

"Dwarves?" Ogrim exclaimed—what was the matter with the dwarves riding on the griffins?

Even from a distance, Orgrim could see the mocking smile on the dwarf's face, and he saw the dwarf's hand wave, and then a huge pillar of blue light rose from behind the griffin, and a pale blue lightning arrow shot out from the pillar of light, slamming into the crowd of orcs, and the overflow of electricity was like a blue flower on the battlefield.

This dwarf ...... It's a shaman!—Orgrim guessed his opponent's identity—but he didn't understand it—he'd never seen a single dwarf use a shaman's spell during the siege of Ironforge, and now, who could tell himself what was going on?

The lightning bolts raining down from the sky sent the orcs to their heads, and the combined forces of humans and High Elves were encouraged to take advantage of the situation to fight back and re-establish the line of defense.

"Doomhammer, what to do, our bows and arrows can't hurt the griffons, and the dwarves above!" Kilrog shouted anxiously.

Orgrim's eyes narrowed slightly—the dwarves had disrupted all his plans from nowhere—and with such a large air force, many orcs were just moving targets without the help of the red dragons, and Ogrim had to send the strange army he had been hiding......

"Tyrone Bloodseeker, kill those griffins!" Orgrim suddenly shouted.

"As you wish, Hammer of Doom. "At the rear of the orc army, where the battle had not been touched, a tall figure jerked open the dark red cloak on his body, revealing the hideous and terrifying pale face beneath the cloak.

"Come down!" Tyrone Bloodseeker raised his hand slightly, and a dark wave flashed, and the body of a griffin that was soaring freely in the night sky suddenly paused, and then with a wail, along with the dwarf on its back, quickly panned in front of Tyrone Bloodfiend, as if there was a large, invisible hand pulling it in the void.

"Blood and death, that's what I want. How can you just use the 'Frost Path' to pave the way for the army to be worth the Death Knights?" Tyrone Bloodfiend muttered to himself, wiping his long, strangely shaped scepter in one hand over the griffon's neck and the dwarven griffin knight's neck as it panicked to shake off its boots wrapped in leather pedals.

"Get moving, Death Knights, it's time for us to do our part for the Horde!" Tyrone Bloodfiend shouted, raising his scepter in his hand.

With this shout, behind Tyrone Bloodseeker, one by one, the death knights transformed from the corpses of the dead Stormwind knights took off their hoods and stretched out their clutches to the griffons flying in the night sky.

"Death's Grip", a spell unique to the Death Knights, used by Tyrone Bloodfiend at Dunhold Castle to bring back Kel'thugad, who had almost completed half of the teleportation spell, and now, the dwarven griffin knights have tasted the same bitter fruit as Kelthugad - if not worse, because Kelthugad did not bleed.