"What can I do? It's better if a bolt of lightning falls from the sky and kills all these guys. Paul said angrily, "But how can this ......?"

"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 really a flash of lightning! You're amazing! 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 Light answered his own prayer? But sooner rather than later, how can you respond at this time?

Not only Paul, but everywhere in the battlefield, lightning fell from heaven; The orcs were a little dazed by the lightning - the casualties of the lightning were not many, but the blow to the orcs was enormous, and they were not only terrified by the lightning, but more panicked - because they had seen the lightning!

"Lightning Arrows? How could it be a lightning arrow? How can it be? How can there still be ...... And shamans? Naturally, Orgrim had noticed the changes on the battlefield, and for the first time tonight, he felt panicked.

Even the Draenei came into the world. Orgrim wasn't so flustered - since the orcs could wipe out these neighboring civilizations in the world of Draenor once, they would naturally be able to do it again in this world called "Azeroth".

But now it's different—the world of Draenor has been corrupted by the unwieldy wields of that evil power by Gul'dan and his warlocks. The earth no longer grows blood wheat, and the trees no longer bear sweet fruit, which is one of the reasons why the orcs are 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, this powerful power has reappeared in this strange world that is new to orcs. It was a huge blow to their morale - all orcs knew how powerful it was, and it could even move mountains and reclaim the sea.

"The hammer of ruining miè. Above, on top! Kilrog reminded Orgrim loudly - the Grand Chief of the tribe had been in a daze for some time, and someone had to step up and remind him at this critical time. He also had a whole army to command.

Topmost? Orgrim jerked his head up. Looking at the clear night sky, it dawned on me that 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 in the night sky.

Griffin! Above the battlefield, countless griffons had quietly obscured the clear moonlight; The griffons chirped like eagles, their limbs with deadly talons, and a long tail trailing behind their bodies; The huge wings spread evenly on both sides, on top of those wings......

"Dwarves?" Orgrim couldn't help but exclaim—what was the matter with the dwarf riding on the griffin? When did Ironforge have such a large air power?

Even if it's far away. Orgrim could also see the mocking smile on the dwarf's face; He saw the dwarf's hand wave, and a large pillar of blue light rose from behind the griffin. A pale blue lightning bolt shot out from the pillar of light, striking hard into the crowd of orcs, and the overflowing electricity was like a blue flower on the battlefield.

This dwarf ...... It's a shaman! - Orgrim guessed the identity of his opponent - but he didn't understand - he had never seen a single dwarf use a shaman's spell during the siege of Ironforge, and now, who could tell him 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.

"What should I do if I destroy the hammer of miè? Our bows and arrows can't hurt the griffons, or the dwarves above! Kilrog shouted anxiously.

Orgrim's eyes narrowed slightly—the group of dwarves who had come from nowhere had disrupted all his plans—such a large air force, without the help of the Red Dragon, how many orcs were just moving targets; Because of this shape, Orgrim had to send the strange army he had been hiding......

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

"As you wish, destroy the hammer of miè." In the rear of the orc army, where the battle had not been affected, a tall figure jerked off his dark red cloak, revealing the hideous and terrifying pale face under the cloak.

"Come down!" Tyrone? The Blood Demon raised his hand slightly, and a dark fluctuation flashed, and the body of a griffin that was flying freely in the night sky suddenly paused, and then with a wail, it quickly panned to Tyrone along with the dwarf on its back? In front of the Blood Fiend—it was as if there was a large, invisible hand tugging at it in the void.

"Blood and death, that's what I want. How can the value of the Death Knight be reflected simply by using the 'Frost Path' to pave the way for the army? "Tyrone? The Bloodfiend muttered to himself as he brushed the griffon and the dwarven griffon knight on its back in one hand with his long, strangely shaped scepter.

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

With this shout, Tyrone? Behind the Blood Fiend, 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 Grip", a spell unique to the Death Knights; At Dunhold Castle, Tyrone? With this spell, the Bloodfiend brought back Kel'thugad, who had almost completed half of the teleportation spell, and now, the dwarven griffin knights had the same bitter fruit as Kel'thugad—even more severe, because Kelthugad did not bleed. (To be continued......)