The cold wind of Frostfire Ridge blew over the mountain peaks like a razor, whistling like a ghost. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe cold wind was mixed with broken ice and biting cold, and at the same time, the faces of the people were painful, and the soldiers of the allied forces of all races were dressed in thick leather clothes and waited for them.

Gadlow rubbed his stiff ears and walked out of the tent, he was the commander of this general attack; He was a little excited and a little worried about the final battle. He had heard but not known about the recent transfer of Illidan and Tyrande, and yesterday the Emissary had sent him a runestone. Although he was not a magician, he knew that this rune stone was used to open portals, and Moon Shadow was ready to use this rune stone to tear the space at any time; This means that Delaenor's final battle will not be easy.

Riding a long sigh of relief in the cold wind, Gadlow rolled over and jumped onto his Frostblade Leopard mount, the ice slag in the cold wind hitting him in the face, and he didn't care. The warrior did not have the magic that a magician used to protect against the cold, but it seemed to him that there was none; A warrior must be able to withstand all the rigors of the test with his will; And it's relatively easy compared to the glaciers in Northrend.

The sound of melodious trumpets sounded, and the signal for the assembly of troops sounded.

The siege weapons made by the gnomes and goblins were ready, and the sound of the orcs' cracked hooves and cowhide war drums sounded like thunder.

Orgrim took out the skin on his waist and uncorked it and took a sip, the dwarven's own liquor like a mouthful of fire in his mouth; However, it is extremely refreshing in this bitter cold. Handing the leather bag to Durontan Ogrim next to him, he wiped the wine that had spilled from his beard with his sleeve, and looked at the huge steel building burning with green flames in the distance, his eyes revealing determination.

"Let's go, old friend, this is the last battle, I hope everything goes well!" Durotan took a sip of the liquor and handed the skin back to Orgrim, then straightened his shamanic robes, wrinkled his nose, and Durontan had a slight sigh and uneasiness in his eyes.

"Don't think much of my friend, we should trust the god who promised to set us orcs free; I think he can deliver on that promise. Orgrim tucked the bag back into his waist and tapped Durotan on the shoulder.

"You guys are too optimistic, these outsiders have several times the army of mine, and you expect that they won't become the next slaver after defeating the demons."

With the voice, several other orcs walked over, and it was one of them, a tall male orc, who was burly. He carried a giant axe on his back and was almost shirtless. His name is Grom Hellroar, leader of the Warsong Clan. The Warsong Clan is the most warlike of the Orc clans, and he was the first Orc to drink the blood of the Gul'dan Demons.

"Grom, you have been overwhelmed, Lord Lunaris is a god of honor; He kept his promise to turn our brown land back into green pastures for grazing, and to purify your hearts tainted by demonic blood. Thanks to him our children and grandchildren can continue to reproduce in our homeland, I think we have no reason to doubt him. Orgrim turned to look at the few people and shook his head.

"You are naïve Grom, he is not our god, and Durotan as a shaman is the only one you should believe in our ancestors. Didn't you notice that the outsiders had captured many important mining areas after the attack? Iron ore is our most important resource, and we need to make weapons and armor; Without those resources, what do we use to keep our territory and our people safe? Think about it!! Grom was visibly annoyed that Orgrim was speaking for Moon Shadow, and his voice suddenly became a little louder.

"All right, Grom, the horn of the assembly has sounded; The most important thing we should do now is to destroy those demons first and use our strength to earn their respect. As for your worries, I'll negotiate with the god, and now please do what you have to do now in the glory of your clan. Durotan interrupted the argument, and though he knew what Grom had said, he knew what he was saying.

"Hmph, I will." Grom was obviously not angry with Durotan's words, but he really couldn't be angry when the battle was approaching, so he snorted coldly and strode away with his entourage.

With the sound of war drums and trumpets, the coalition began to draw camp, and the army flocked to the Legion's fortress, and Veron stood on the deck of the battleship, looking at the building with evil energy flames in the distance, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. He stroked his beard, his wise eyes flickering, and the premonition of a demigod generally meant that something special was about to happen.

"Boom"

The attack of the battleship's main guns destroyed an evil mech that rushed towards the troops, and the main task of the draenei was to use the battleship for artillery support and to prevent the evil warships of the Burning Legion.

Veren pondered and didn't pay attention to the battlefield, he was more concerned about his strange premonition now. The goblins and gnomes roared with fire, and the battle soon went into close combat; The sound of fighting was overwhelming.

Having a numerical advantage, the coalition forces quickly suppressed the Burning Legion and began to advance gradually. Moon Shadow sat on the throne and stared at the magical light in front of him, and he could see that the scene inside was the battlefield of the battle. Next to him were Lisa and Angel and Vasqi, and Azhara had returned to take charge of the situation after the attack on Kadore.

"It seems that this battle is no longer in suspense, and those demons are only dying under the crush of our army; I think soon we can win this battle. Vaschi looked at the battlefield commentary, his tone a little disdainful of the Burning Legion.

"The opponent is the Burning Legion, and I don't think it's that easy." Angel said, her eyes staring at Moon Shadow's expression, Moon Shadow didn't have a big shelf, they followed all year round, but they dared to speak freely.

"You're right, it's not that easy." Moon Shadow nodded, not turning her head to stare at the battlefield.

"Didn't we completely suppress each other? The Burning Legion only has this fortress now, and what secret weapon can it not have? Lisa was also curious about the meaning of Moon Shadow's words, and the three girls all looked at Moon Shadow and waited for him to answer.

"There may not be a secret weapon, but this fortress has gathered a large number of Draenor's legions, and the demons are strong. And some time ago I found out that the Burning Legion deliberately abandoned its position and concentrated here, and I could feel the spatial fluctuations inside. I think the big guys with the legion are coming. Moon Shadow replied softly, leaning back and handing over the glass.

"Your Majesty, are you saying that a giant of the Burning Legion will descend? So why are you... Vaschi was shocked, she remembered the horror of Akmund, and she didn't know how many demigods of Azeroth had died at his hands; Including the father of the White Hart Manoen Cenarius.

"Don't you destroy the portal in advance, do you?" Moon Shadow took a sip of the liquor and looked at Vaski with a smile on her face, who was a little flustered by Moon Shadow and blushed slightly. "Do you know that I have been waiting for them for more than a year in this Draeno layout, and I have been working hard for thousands of years; The threat of the Burning Legion weighs on my mind all the time; How many times has it driven me crazy. So this time I will make this threat disappear completely, and the whole universe will usher in a new chapter. Moon Shadow finished speaking, drank the wine in the glass, and snorted coldly.

"What a crazy plan..." Vaski muttered, the three women's bodies trembling slightly after hearing Moon Shadow's plan, they never thought they could destroy the Burning Legion. Because the word stands for invincible evil, and yet look at the moon shadow. Looking at this man who had performed countless miracles, they had a feeling that this plan might be possible.

"Blood Donation and Glory !!"

The cries of battle continued, and as Grom shouted and swung his axe to slash down a Doomsday guard in front of him, he became the first warrior to rush to the fortress gates; The soldiers who followed him also rushed here.

"The siege machine blasted open the gates for me." Gadlow shouted with his sword, and several cannonballs from the siege vehicle whistled towards the gate.

"Boom."

With a loud bang of smoke and explosions, the metal fortress gates scattered in all directions.

"Rush in, glory to the orcs!!" Grom roared as the first to rush through the gate, and a large number of orcs roared into the gate with his roar.

"Warriors of men, rush in for me; Don't let those beasts run out of battle. King Ryan shouted as he rode his handsome warhorse in armor, and the best equipped human soldiers followed the orcs into the fortress gates.

"Let's go in too." Durotan swung his weapon and knocked a little demon away, glancing at King Ryan and speaking to Orgrim. There was anger in his eyes; Apparently the title of 'beast' did not please him. Orgrim also glanced at King Ryan, who had already stormed into the fortress on his horse, nodded to Durontan, and together they hurried towards the gate.

"Let these fools go first, we don't need to do this kind of hard work." The goblin trade prince smiled and flashed his large gold teeth at Gadlow, clearly disdainful of the reckless behavior of humans and collectors.

"You undisciplined greenskins are waiting outside, your character is as unreliable as your machines; We gnomes will solve all problems. As soon as the goblin prince finished speaking, the great engineer of the dwarf who happened to be nearby made a squeeze, and after saying that, he drove directly into the gate with a mechanical car. The two races seem to be inherently invisible, and the gnomes think that goblin engineering is shoddy; The goblins, on the other hand, think that the gnomes are dead-brained and inflexible.

"Look, there's another brainless one..." The Goblin Trade Prince didn't seem to care about the dwarf's remarks, and had an expression that seemed to be playing the harp to a cow.

"Let's go in, you won't be able to earn gold if you don't make a effort." Gadlow replied with a smile that it wasn't his first day dealing with goblins; Their temperament Gadlow knew all too well that there was no motivation without money.

"Of course, of course. How could we not contribute to the coalition forces. Saying that, the Goblin Trade Prince began to shout, "Hurry up brothers, let's go to the warehouse of those demons in Banguang..." )