The Dreaddemon Garok Splitwing shook his wings, wanting to take to the air to see what was going on with those troubled humans, whether they were rushing north in a panic or resisting stubbornly, but a sharp pain from behind him reminded him that his right bat wing had been broken into rags by the human who raided the Dark Gate half a month ago, and he could no longer fly.

In fact, "Split Wing" is not Garok's surname, but his nickname. This is a tradition of demons, and these nicknames are usually derived from their most conspicuous physical traits or behavioral habits, and later developed into surnames such as "one-eyed", "fang", or "polluter", "fraudster", etc. And Garok's original nickname was the loud "Black Wing", but after the bat wing in the back was torn apart by a scorching bullet, it became the disgraced "Split Wing".

Thinking of this, a wave of anger rose uncontrollably from Garok's heart, and he picked up the whip in his hand and whipped a slow-running Doomsday Guard on the head.

"Hurry up, fool! At your rate, by the time we arrive, there will be no bones left of the humans that have been gnawed by the other demons, let alone drink the sweet blood! He roared angrily.

The Doomsday Guard, whose face was torn, got up from the ground, and without even daring to look back, he blended into the group and strode forward. Even if this race is notoriously tyrannical and murderous, it knows who it can't be messed with.

Looking at the doomsday guard who was scurrying around, Garok couldn't help but laugh and after passing on the pain to others, it seemed that the wound behind his shoulder was not so painful. But just then he heard a rumbling sound coming from the north, and it was like a thunderous sound, as if a huge herd of split-hoofed cattle was running and migrating.

But in this hellish place where birds don't, how can there be a herd of split-hoofed cows, that's a creature that only Draenor can have! He couldn't help but look up to the north.

He saw that on a ridge two or three meters high in the distance, a huge giant beast was slowly revealing its true face. It was a giant brown bear that was more than two meters tall even on all fours!

The giant bear condescendingly looked down at the demons who were running down the ridge, grinning with a contemptuous smile and sharp fangs! It raised its head and let out an earth-shattering roar, then raised its four large fan-like claws and rushed down the hill one by one. Behind it, a group of heavily armored cavalry rolled down the dirt slope like a torrent.

The demons, who were eager to catch humans and eat meat and drink blood, were running happily a moment ago, but before they could understand what was going on, they were crushed into pulp by the rolling torrent of steel.

Masrae, who rushed to the front, crashed into the demon's queue like a moving mountain, knocking over the seven or eight Cerberus in the front row, and the other Cerberus pounced on him from both sides, biting at his belly, but only biting a mouthful of thick bear hair. The bear continued to roar and forge ahead, the gnawing Cerberus swaying from side to side like an ornament, unable to stop him at all.

The bear swung up the dense horde of demons, slapping a Morg in front of him to the ground with a single blow, and then knocking an orc out like a ball. He lunged left and right, pounced and bited, but there were so many demons that his advance inevitably slowed down.

A hideous-looking Doomsday guard took advantage of his unpreparedness to rush up and pick up a bargain, and the heavy tomahawk swung vigorously at the giant bear. However, despite the appearance of the tall and burly demon, he was slow to move, and before he could hit his enemy, the giant bear had already charged and launched a head-on attack on him, only to be thrown away with a brute force blow. Before he could hit the ground, the bear pounced, grabbed him by the waist, and then slammed him sideways in front of him, violently slamming forward. Before the body was torn to shreds by his companions, it shielded Masrae from at least ten deadly attacks.

Masrae rushed forward for at least twenty yards in one breath before he was again blocked for castration. He spat out the half-corpse he was biting and let out a deafening roar at the demons around him, and the spirit of the giant bear demigod Usok, who had been pleased by his courageous actions, infused the roar with its wild power, like a dementor, shocking the enemies around them, leaving them limp and unable to move.

The giant bear breathed heavily, rushing down all the way, what bark magic, furious recovery, steel mane, wild instinct, he had used up all the druid's life-saving spells, and next, he had to use this thick bear skin and fat to resist the enemy's attack.

He took a deep breath and prepared to charge again, but just then, the warriors of the Storm Whip finally arrived!

The first to rush was the cavalry company, and at this moment, the pile of gold coins that Diego had spent on his own guards finally showed their value. Armed with swift and strong horses and sophisticated armor from the dwarves, this army is a moving fortress of steel, virtually invulnerable.

"Glory to the Light!"

As the deafening battle horn sounded, the steel jungle-like knight's spear was flattened, and as the horse grew faster, the knight's horned banner at the front of the spear hunted in the wind.

The earth trembled violently under the horse's hooves, and the dense ranks of knights were like the top of Mount Tai, heavy but rapid crushing towards the demon array. With the cracking sound of the birch gun, the demons in the front row were swept away by the huge impact force before they could even shout the first exclamation, and then fell under the iron hooves of the back row, and then the second and third rows ......, panicked, and the demons who couldn't dodge were swept down by this unstoppable torrent of steel, as if they were pinched as papier-mé�!

It turned out that in that era, whether the enemy was an orc or a demon, the power of the hoplites was unstoppable, and before that terrible impact and destruction, any flesh and blood would be in vain! Like red-hot blades piercing into butter, the knights of the Storm Whip easily tore through the demon's queue and chiseled into depth!

The cavalry were followed by a company of dragoons who could only march on horseback and dismount to fight, and although they could not march on horseback and fight like the cavalry, they could at least gallop without falling behind.

Demons are not sheep to be slaughtered, these tyrannical creatures soaked in bloodlust and madness are afraid to provoke even dragons, let alone humans.

They wielded the weapons in their hands, and even attacked these humans directly with their fangs and claws, but the sharp minions they used to be proud of were of no use in the face of the proud works created by the dwarves, and they could not even leave a white mark on them, and on the contrary, every time the human cavalry who threw away the broken cavalry spear and drew the heavy sword drew his hand, a demon screamed and fell to the ground! It didn't take long for the four demonic companies standing in front of the Storm Whip to be crushed, like rice paddies after being ravaged by a raging wind, and they were swept to the ground in pieces.

However, the purpose of the Storm Whip was not to simply kill, just before the demons from other directions rushed to help, they had already completely cut through the enemy formation, and then calmly scooped up their injured and fallen companions, and walked away!

It was a quarter of an hour after they had left, and the demons who had arrived from other directions were finally late, and the demons who had not made it to the battle were stunned to see the corpses strewn all over the ground, the broken severed arms and stumps, and the wounded demons who were wailing and moaning.

"Is it really just a human company we're dealing with?" They asked incredulously.

"No......, it's more than that!" Most of the surviving demons had been beaten to the ground, and an evil orc who was barely mentally normal said in a trembling voice.

"How much? A legion? Is it the Orc's Kukaron Guard, the Alliance's Seventh Legion, or the Night Elves' Sentinel Unit? "The interviewer was a knowledgeable Dreaddemon leader, a survivor of the Battle of Mount Hyjal a few years ago, and was impressed by the three elite forces of Azeroth.

"Not that much, they are about two hundred people, and judging from the banner, it seems to be the personal guard of some nobleman!" The orc replied honestly.

"Lie! You lying coward! Can two hundred humans smash four hundred demons to pieces? Unless the Dark Titan converts to the Light! The angry Dreaddemon couldn't help but say, picked up the decapitation sword in his hand, and slashed it down. 2k reading web