Even among the Nasrezm demons who are good at intrigue and not thick skin, Ratherlake is not the best, strictly speaking, he is not even average, but he was killed in a single bombardment! Perhaps this time, it would take him at least a hundred years to reshape his flesh in the warped void. Body.

However, for the ogres, the fall of the Dreadlord greatly shook their resolve, because they still dare not forget the tyranny and power displayed by this demon when he came to the door and asked them to go with him, just a small flame of evil energy burned the chief Destroyer Golor to ashes, forcing them to recall the horror of being dominated by the Burning Legion, and pulling them back into the "warm" embrace of the Legion again.

After the defeat of the Orc War, the ogres scattered throughout Azeroth have long lost their glory, these lost dogs, although fierce and tyrannical, but never known for their strong will, tenacious style, their fighting spirit and huge body and strength can even be regarded as cowardly and weak, whenever the situation is bad, they often run faster than anyone else, and sell good teammates.

So, when the reinforcements who arrived in time began to kick them in the back in the ass, the big fat men panicked and turned around in a panic and rushed towards the gap in the wall, trying to escape from there. The low-level demons who were originally mixed with them were once again hit by the seedlings, and they were rushed to pieces, and they screamed again and again.

But when they finally rushed to the gap in the wall, the ogres were desperate to find that a huge and ferocious beast had blocked the gap, its fangs as fierce as a dagger, its mane standing straight on end like iron thorns, and its claws heavier and sharper than the axes forged by the dwarves.

Compared with the frightened ogres, the demons are much more resolute in their resistance, because they know that there is only one attitude towards demons, and that is to eliminate all evil. Now, it's time for them to struggle for their survival.

The demons who were caught in the urn burst out with great combat effectiveness, but the defenders, who were no longer fighting alone, were also demoralized, as if they had been suddenly poured with a barrel of oil, and the battle suddenly entered a white-hot state. Everyone knows that the time has come for a decisive battle, a battle to the death, without mercy and without taking prisoners.

The watchfort before dawn was supposed to be shrouded in pitch black night, but at this moment this military fortress was blazing and bright as day. The rain finally stopped, but the smell of heat began to spread through the night sky, and the smell of ash and sulfur filled the air. The streets near the city walls were strewn with corpses from both sides of the city, and many houses had collapsed and burned.

The smell of blood was boiled by the flames, and the air was filled with fighting people everywhere under the walls, and the gap in the collapsed city wall was the most anxious part of the battle, where the originally thick walls had been cracked in large numbers, and scattered masonry fell from them from time to time. Collapsed masonry piled up beneath the walls, half-hiding the shattered armor and charred corpses, the other half covered in dust. The eyes of the deceased peered through the dust and stared at the night sky.

Amid the flying rubble and dust, the ogres who jumped over the wall were desperately trying to find a way out, gasping heavily, everyone's eyes already red.

But in order to escape from here, the fierce and terrifying beast was the first hurdle they had to cross, and to be honest, the most terrifying thing about this beast was not its attack power - of course, it was far beyond ordinary people - the real horror was its unparalleled defense.

The steel-hard mane, tough hide, and thick layer of fat underneath make the bear unafraid of the hammer of any heavy weapon, the gift of nature makes its outer skin as indestructible as the bark of an ancient war tree, and the wild shelter from the demigod bear Ursok makes it reflex as fast as lightning, knowing how to dodge enemy attacks. It is like a towering reef, no matter how fierce the waves are, it cannot be completely destroyed.

More than one ogre's corpse had fallen on the rubble-crumbling slope in front of it, and its soul-dementoring savage roar made each ogre tremble and not dare to step forward, except for the strongest of them.

After the death of Golore the Destroyer, Mogir the Twister became the de facto chief of the Greathammer Clan, and inherited Golol's tattered but thick armor. When he saw that all of his people were cowering, Mogir felt that it was time to step up and save everyone.

"Get out of the way." Mogir roared loudly, swept away a Cerberus in his way with a single blow, then kicked away an orc standing in front of him stupidly, and then rushed up the slope in front of the gap in the wall.

The giant bear also noticed the ogre, who was not afraid of death, and with its sharp claws it picked the minced flesh from the root of the tooth, and then flicked it at random.

"Hopefully this is a worthy opponent!" "Otherwise, it's going to be boring tonight!" ”。

The ogre finally rushed up the slope, and the wooden stick full of iron nails was held high in his hand, and at the moment he swung the big stick, he was still looking forward to his great future, the official succession of the chieftain, more wine, more meat, and more ......

And right in front of him, the giant bear also raised its huge paws, ready to give the other party a head-on blow. It will be a head-to-head showdown where the victor will win life and hope for his comrades......

Well, actually, it wasn't that much—a flash of silver light came from the darkness outside the city walls and struck the ogre's head head-on, blasting it to pieces, scattering the brains in the bear's face.

"Again, I know!" The bear shook the fur off its head and grumbled dissatisfiedly, and turned its head to look at the darkness in the distance, and roared sullenly, "Hey, man, you've stolen all my fun!" ”

"Come on, Masrae, don't be playing, we still have a lot of things to do!" In the darkness, a loud voice could be heard in the distance.

As soon as the words fell, the gunfire rang out again, and a bright light flew from afar, hitting a fish that had slipped through the net from the city gate, and even with the protection of the Shadow Barrier spell, the Void Walker still couldn't resist the bombardment of the light, and exploded with a pop.