Listening to the bold words behind him, Cheng Xiaotian crossed the pass with Minghua on his back, turned a rock crack, and the top of the mountain appeared in front of him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Rao is Cheng Xiaotian has been through many wars, and he was still shocked by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't see it from the mountain road, and after passing the mezzanine road, his eyes were densely packed with orcs, and he spread to the top of the cloud-covered Maghan Peak.

Men, women, and children, mingled, sat quietly on the ground and waited, each with a rudimentary weapon in his hand. There were wooden sticks sharpened from wooden sticks, axes for chopping wood, and Cheng Xiaotian even saw an orc girl holding a skinning knife in both hands, clenching her teeth and trembling.

"It's all from our Fireblade Clan, and they're all brave." Someone next to him was talking, a small warrior of the Fireblade Clan with a banner on his back. He came over spontaneously, firstly, because he was afraid that the clansmen would clash with Cheng Xiaotian, and secondly, he felt that Cheng Xiaotian was very mysterious, and his skills were even more incredible, so he subconsciously wanted to get closer.

Cheng Xiaotian didn't speak, and continued to walk up with Minghua on his back, walking through the crowd.

The orcs were strange to him, and showed obvious hostility, and many tightened their weapons, but finally stopped by the gaze of the following fireblade warrior, and did not move. Among the countless hostile eyes, Cheng Xiaotian calmly looked ahead, and walked through this section.

After another narrow and steep slope, the next place was the gathering point of the Mocking Skull Clan, who were also all sitting on the ground, holding everything that could be used as weapons, waiting quietly. What awaits you? Everyone had answers, so no one spoke, and there was silence.

Cheng Xiaotian walked by one by one, and the vivid faces were left behind him, and it was not until his mind began to go numb that he stopped and let out a long sigh.

"Father, are they all going to die?" Minghua poked his head out, looked back at the crowd sitting on the ground, and asked in a low voice.

Cheng Xiaotian patted the back basket and signaled him not to speak, and the fire-bladed warrior who followed on the side laughed heroically when he heard this, and said loudly: "For us orcs, it is an honor to be able to die on the battlefield!" ”

Cheng Xiaotian, who had been silent, heard this, his face changed suddenly, he turned around and stared at the eyes of the fire-bladed warrior, and said word by word: "Mom and Dad gave birth to you and raised you, not for death!" ”

The warrior was forced by Cheng Xiaotian's gaze, and subconsciously took a step back, and when he woke up, Cheng Xiaotian had already left.

After walking through section after section, passing through one large and small clan after another, after half an hour, Cheng Xiaotian finally came to the top of the mountain, where more people gathered. In a surprised gaze, Cheng Xiaotian walked to the edge of a cliff with the crowd and sat down slowly, from here he could overlook the only trail up the mountain.

The little fireblade warrior who followed all the way kept stopping the angry orcs, and explained in every possible way before finally calming down. At this moment, a war drum came from the foot of the mountain, and then the sound of killing was everywhere, and the battle was finally about to start!

"Kill!"

I don't know who roared, and it actually penetrated the layers of clouds and mist, and reached the top of the mountain several kilometers high. Next, the shouts of killing intensified, the drums of war rang out, the mountains seemed to tremble, and I don't know how many people were stomping their feet.

The orcs from the top of the hill immediately rushed to the edge of the cliff, but the clouds below were so foggy that they could not see anything.

"They're coming, a lot of elephants!" Minghua exclaimed on Cheng Xiaotian's shoulder, only he and Cheng Xiaotian could see the scene under the mountain here.

The mixed forces of the Delaneei and the Blood Elves were only slightly reorganized, and they were in a hurry to kill, led by a few great masters, shouting all the way and rushing up the path. The huge thunder elephant was also infected by this hatred, and kept roaring, and the iron chains on its body shook with a "rattle".

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The mountains were shaking, and the fierce thunder elephant approached the first pass, and the speed did not decrease but increased, and Garrosh finally stood up with his tomahawk, and he suddenly let out a heart-rending roar: "Come on! ”

No one reacted, and Garrosh suddenly jumped 30 meters high, holding his tomahawk high in both hands, and smashed it at the first thunder elephant. Such acts are no different from seeking death.

A feathered arrow came at him, and Garrosh didn't parry it at all, still maintaining a charged posture, allowing the feathered arrow to nail into his chest.

Another big fireball flew over, but he remained unmoved, smashed through the fireball, and let himself burn into a burning man.

After two attacks in a row, the strength finally accumulated to the peak, and Garrosh took advantage of the tremendous acceleration to slash out the fiercest blow of his life. In an instant, a huge axe light appeared in mid-air, with a magic flame that had not yet been extinguished, and slashed at the thunder elephant in front of him.

The blow carried the sound of rolling wind and thunder, as if even a mountain could be chopped, but it could not break a shield.

It is a long, narrow shield, covered with lines, shaped like a huge leaf, bright red, and extremely beautiful.

Generally speaking, things that are too beautiful are fragile, but this assertion has now been reversed. When Garrosh's seemingly indestructible axe slashed at the shield, the shield sunken downwards and bounced back, bouncing Garrosh's muscular body into the air.

Roar!

With a deafening wail, the thunder elephant weighing more than 10 tons, its huge body went limp, fell to the side, and the person on the elephant's back hurriedly rolled down. The shield that had blocked Garrosh's attack rolled around and fell to the ground, revealing a hideous Heldory, who held his left hand and looked up at Garrosh viciously.

He had just taken that blow, and his left arm had been broken.

Thundered!

The huge thunder elephant broke its spine, and after rolling down the mountain road for a few weeks, it fell down the cliff in despair and fell into the abyss.

"Kill him!" Heldorui shouted frantically, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

Before he could finish his shout, a huge hammer of golden holy light, with a terrible whistling sound, smashed into Garrosh.

Garrosh had already tried his best with the axe just now, and with the wounds on his body, he was close to collapse at this time, and he couldn't move at all. At this time, he only felt tired like he had never felt before, and he didn't even bother to move his fingers, and he actually closed his eyes when he looked at the Holy Light Hammer that smashed over.

Tong!

The hammer smashed on Garrosh's back, exploding with dazzling light, and Garrosh's body snapped in the air, like a kite with a broken string, and floated weakly towards the cliff, falling like a broken pocket.

"Kill the thief chief Garrosh!" Velen shouted frantically, his eyes full of fierce light.

"Good!" The army applauded in unison, and the thunder elephant herd charged upwards again, even more powerful!

"Put!" Someone shouted at the pass, it was the chief of the Fireblade Clan.

The rain of arrows poured down, but the effect was not great, the thunder elephant was covered with heavy armor, the skin was rough and the flesh was thick, only to hear a "clanging" sound, the furious thunder elephant with a full body of sparks, roared and rushed directly to the pass.

The ranged attack was ineffective, and countless sword lights leaped up and slashed at the rushing coalition forces. These fire-bladed orcs were all agile, and the bulky thunder elephant couldn't stop them at all, and the two sides engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat on the elephant's back.

Sharp slashes and slashes, magic bursts, and heavy hammers round with roars. One by one, the mages were slashed in half, and before they died, they activated their magic and died with the orcs, and the broken bones of the orcs clutched the Draenei with their left hand, dragging the stump and pushing the blade into the enemy's chest.

The two sides can't set up a formation at all on this mountain road, and there is no change in the battle at all, only life for life!

No one flinched, everyone was red-eyed, even if they mutilated themselves, they had to rush up and fight the enemy!

Looking at this extremely tragic scene, Cheng Xiaotian shook his head and sighed, stood up, took a step towards the cliff in front of him, and his body fell straight down. The fire-bladed warrior who had been following him was caught off guard, grabbed the air with one hand, and lay on the edge of the cliff looking at Cheng Xiaotian who was falling like a meteor in horror.

Finally, Cheng Xiaotian glanced back at him, then turned his head and disappeared into the mist. (To be continued.) )