Whether it is the coalition side or the demons, their morale has been greatly boosted by the strong reinforcements. The demons, who had just flinched a little from Matheriton's death, immediately returned and bravely charged the coalition forces once more.

The first to feel the pressure was Garrosh - he felt he was struggling right now.

Broke away from his father Grom. The protective circle of Hell's Roar, without the deterrent power of the Blood Roar, Garrosh felt that his true strength was not as strong as he imagined.

He was in good health and had received a lot of combat training, but he had hardly fought before today. He had just followed his father's flank and slashed a few orcs who were intimidated by Grom, and when he saw the blood, he felt confident that his enemy was nothing more than Err. When he saw Kargas in the enemy group, he couldn't wait to rush over and fight the other party.

At first, because Jiang Weihan killed Maseriton, this group of evil orcs had a sharp decrease in their fighting spirit, and Garrosh didn't feel the strength yet. But when the Dreadlord Vargas regains his morale, he finds himself under siege.

Not to mention facing Kargas, he is now facing a siege from three orcs.

"What are you eating, why haven't you killed this brown-skinned orc yet! Are you afraid of death? ”

An angry voice came from behind several of the orcs who were besieging Garrosh.

The three orcs shuddered, and they knew very well who was speaking—it was Kargas. Nesekus, a high-ranking sorcerer next to the Bladefist Chieftain, an evil sorcerer who often deals with demons.

An orc who dares to disobey him will definitely be worse than dead.

Hearing Netherkus's urging, the three orc soldiers immediately launched a fierce attack. Garrosh was almost powerless to resist the storm. As soon as he was not careful, he was slashed by the enemy in the back with an axe mark that was deep and bone-piercing.

"Roar!" Pain and fear fuel Garrosh's fighting instincts. He withstood the attack of the orc in front of him and crashed into the other's arms. Under the cover of this body, he slashed another orc with an axe, then tightly strangled the evil orc in his arms with the crook of his arm, strangled him to death, and finally cut off the head of the last opponent in a heads-up.

He killed all three opponents and also paid the price of serious injuries.

Garrosh grinned, wanting to give a triumphant smile. But Nessecus noticed the battle, and he gathered his evil energy to unleash a cloud of shadow energy at the mortally wounded Maghan orc.

Garrosh watched this happen, and he wanted to dodge. But the tendon in his left foot had just been slammed by an opponent, and he could barely make any movement.

"I ...... I'm going to die here. Garrosh let go of his hand feebly, letting his blood-stained battle axe fall to the ground. He finally turned his attention to his original target, Kargas, the chieftain of the Broken Hand Clan who was still slaughtering the Draenei, using the strength and combat experience of his arena champion to the fullest, and almost no one was his enemy.

Garrosh didn't expect that he was so far from his imaginary opponent.

Not far away, Grom also saw this scene. Not long after Garrosh broke away from his wing, he noticed it. He hadn't seen Garrosh for more than a decade and saw his son growing up in battle. He was delighted.

Grom knew he couldn't protect Garrosh forever, so he didn't interfere when he saw his son rushing to the other side.

Then he also found a strong opponent, and when he finished dealing with it. I saw a warlock casting a spell at Garrosh, who was seriously injured.

He couldn't fly in front of Garrosh in an instant, he could only watch this happen, but he couldn't do anything.

The only thing he can do is wait to avenge Garrosh!

Everyone thought that Garrosh would die in the next moment. Garrosh had even resigned himself to his fate. But just a moment before the shadow energy hit him, a purple void door suddenly appeared in front of him. A strangely shaped hero walked out of the door.

He raised the Void Blade in his hand and sliced Netherkus's spell in two. The structurally unstable shadow energy immediately disappeared into the air, not hitting anyone.

It's Cassadine!

Only he has the ability to flash in front of people in an instant. Fortunately, he, who had been slaughtering the Void Dragon Knight in the air, noticed the situation here.

The sudden appearance of the figure in front of him made Garrosh stunned for a moment before he could react.

"You saved me." Garrosh recognized the figure as one of the few heroes who had traveled with his father to Galadar in a small dwarf—nay, the iron bird of the yodeler Kutch.

Before, this mysterious mage always made people feel cold and weird, Garrosh didn't even speak to Cassadine, but the other party saved his life without hesitation!

Jiang Weihan had just arrived here at this time, and he had also noticed what had just happened. When he saw that shadow energy rushing towards Garrosh, who was powerless, he even had the idea that 'it would be nice to let Garrosh die like this'. Because of the fact that this orc was originally in the past and did in the future, he couldn't have a good impression.

If he dies here, it will also eliminate a huge hidden danger.

But Cassadine saved him.

This guy saved Prince Liam last time, and this time he saved Garrosh. No one could figure out what he was thinking.

The wood is already in the boat, Jiang Weihan can only think that this is fate. He didn't know that Liam had redeemed himself now, and if he did, he would expect the saved Garrosh to embark on a new path of bravery.

Garrosh should not be killed. He flew here and used the power of the Holy Light to heal the wounds on the other man's body, making him recover as before.

"Pick up your weapons, Garrosh. The battle is not over. Cassadine turned his head and said, and then he didn't bother with the orc. The warlock who had just been wounded by the dark arrow had already begun to prepare a spell again.

Cassadine directly opened a Void Door, jumped in front of the opponent, and stabbed the Void Blade into his throat as soon as the spell was about to be completed. So that the last syllable of the spell can no longer be spoken.

By the time Garrosh came to his senses, the two men who had helped him were already fighting elsewhere. He picked up his tomahawk. Roaring and pounced on the enemy.

This time he's not going to be too ambitious.

And he remembered these two people, who came from a place called Valoran.

The tremors of the earth became more and more pronounced. The people of the coalition saw some twenty-meter-tall magical mechs appear in the demonic legion. These steel monsters are rushing up with a roar. The terrifying power terrified those who had not seen it, and those who had seen it were terrified.

The Burning Legion, on the other hand, saw a large group of Gorons pounce on them. Most of them are not as tall as the magical mechs, but they are very agile, not much worse in combat power, and there are many of them - and even more terrifyingly, some of the evil orcs recognize Goron at the front as the demigod "Dragon Slayer" Grull - one of the most powerful creatures currently walking the Outlands - one of the most powerful creatures currently walking in the Outlands!

The real battle is just beginning!

Enraged, Grull was the first to charge into the crowd, knocking over a magical mech that stood in his way, smashing its head with a single punch. Then skillfully disassemble it. He'd destroyed countless magical mechs in the battle of Blade Mountain before, and now he knew how to deal with such a bulky opponent with ease.

His heirs and the common Gorons rushed forward, the crimson ground filled with the roar he was familiar with.

Grull and his sons were only able to escape from the demon's flank by Storm Fortress's sub-ship, Essoda. His heart was filled with hatred for the Burning Legion, and slaying demons was the best outlet he could find.

So he had just arrived here, and when he heard that there was a battle here, he immediately rushed towards the battlefield with the ogre legions.

The magical mech, which was pinned on by Acting Legion Commander Vargas, did not give him the crushing situation he imagined. When the Dreadlord saw Goron join, the Native Legion had begun to gain the upper hand. Even if he was unwilling, he could only report the news here to Akmund and wait for his support.

The only thing that made Vargas feel good was that they still had a slight advantage in air combat. Although at first, the appearance of those powerful heroes on the opposite side suppressed them slightly. But as more and more Doom Guardians joined the fray, the demons gradually turned the tide and gained the upper hand by virtue of their numerical superiority.

But soon, Vargas knew. It's an illusion. It's not just the Burning Legion that has air support, it's also on the Coalition's side.

As the fastest reaction force, the Alliance Air Force was the first to arrive on the battlefield through the Dark Gate.

Angel Hiko and Burning Heart lead the air force of the Valoran Federation from the rear of the Demon Legion. Missiles, cannons, and rockets were fired in unison, and in a split second, the Burning Legion's air force suffered greatly.

"Where did these people come from!" Vargas was on fire.

Because the battlefield is narrow. Although the fighting was fierce, the casualties were not severe. He believes in the current intensity. The battle would have dragged on for three or four days to complete, and by then Akmund's reinforcements would have arrived.

But seeing the indigenous reinforcements from the direction of the Dark Gate, Vargas immediately had a bad premonition. He thought of a very bad possibility - did these natives reopen the doors of darkness?

"If these people return to Azero......th through the Dark Gate," Vargas shuddered at the thought of the thought. He knew that Akmund valued these people, otherwise he would not have listened to Lord Kil'Gardan's advice, and he was so cautious to converge with the reinforcements sent by the Void Storm. If these people escaped from him, Vargas knew that his defeat would definitely make his life worse than death.

"Quick, quick! Wizards, report the news to Lord Akmund at once! Vargas cried out in horror.

At this time, two enemies approached his direction from the sky, one was the angel Kyle, and the other was Jiang Weihan, who had been searching for the location of the commander of the Burning Legion.

After discovering Vargas, he prepares for another decapitation operation.

They can't wait two or three days before they completely annihilate each other, and they want to win immediately!

When Vargas found that the Killing God who had killed the former Legion Commander Maximidon in an instant pounced, he immediately exclaimed, "Stop them!" ”

The elite demons around him rushed forward, and Vargas flew backwards. He didn't want to die here.

Chief Kargas, who commands the Orcs, continues his killing spree, and countless coalition warriors have died at his hands. However, his cousin also attracted the attention of another orc warrior who was no less than his - the chief of the Warsong Clan, Grom, who had fought alongside him. Hell roars!

Grom saw that Kargas was the target that Garrosh had just wanted to challenge. His son is obviously not qualified now, but he believes that he is absolutely enough!

"Kargas. Blade Fist! Grom slashed with an axe. The head of the orc warrior who was holding him in front of him rose to the sky. Without this unsightly part, he and Kargas could immediately see each other's faces.

Grom let out a roar of challenge. His voice immediately caught the attention of the arena champion.

"It's you! Warsong Chief Grom! Kargas pulled out the scimitar that had just stabbed into the abdomen of another Draenei Breaker, the jagged blade bringing out gushes of blue blood and a few strangled internal organs.

Kargas strode up to his opponent, his red eyes glowing bloodthirsty, "You didn't die in Azeroth!" ”

"You look disappointed." Grom roared with blood, and he also greeted him.

Around them, the others stepped out of the way. No one dared to intervene in the duel between the two most powerful orc warriors. Garrosh kicked his own enemy away, and he saw it.

His father was dealing with his imaginary enemy, and the scene left him with some silence.

"On the contrary, I'm glad - I can kill you with my own hands!" Kargas yelled and rushed forward.

Grom also met him, and the fierce battle between the two began.

Garrosh saw his father in a bloody battle. Thinking that it was he who took the lead in drinking the blood of demons and leading the fall of the orcs, I couldn't help but feel conflicted.

Varok came over and patted him, woke him up, and said, "Keep fighting, Garrosh. ”

"Your father was a great warrior."

The words rang in Garrosh's ears like thunder.

In the eyes of others, his father was a great warrior; But he himself was ashamed.

He shook his head, threw them all aside, and threw himself at the enemy with a roar.

The air force of the coalition forces gained a great advantage. Air forces began to have spare strength to support ground battles. The helicopter units, in particular, dropped bombs on areas with dense enemy groups, causing great damage to the Demon Legion.

The battle line began to push from the Thorn Trail to the Hellfire Peninsula. The unsupportable demon legion couldn't help but retreat, an hour later. They even had to rely on the southern walls of Hellfire to barely defend themselves.

But the battle did not end in a stalemate. After more than half an hour of fighting, there were no more magical mechs left in the Burning Legion. And at this time, the ogre legions finally arrived on the battlefield one after another. Then came the Maghan orcs from the Storm Fortress ship, and the elite forces of Shattrath City. To make matters worse, some cavalry who had passed through the Dark Gate also arrived.

The wolf cavalry of the Warsong Clan. The cavalry of the men, the cavalry of the dwarves...... Reinforcements from the coalition forces are constantly joining the battlefield. Now, in fact, the Burning Legion under the command of Vargas no longer has the strength to stop the return of the troops from the Outlands.

Jiang Weihan saw a lot of familiar figures in the reinforcements.

Thrall led the wolf cavalry to break through the demon's barrier and came to Jiang Weihan's side. He grinned, "Long time no see, my friend!" ”

Jiang Weihan wiped a handful of the blood stains of unknown enemies stuck to his face, patted the other party's weight loss, and smiled happily: "Well, it's been a long time, Sal!" ”

Sejuani's boar cavalry also rushed over, and the female knight saluted Jiang Weihan on the back of her steel mane: "Commander, the warriors of Winter's Claws are waiting for your order!" ”

"You're just in time!"

Jiang Weihan only felt that in the past few days since Akmund entered the outer realm, the big stone that had oppressed on his heart had finally been removed.

They will return to Azeroth, and they will all be back on track when the time comes.

The battle between Grom and Kargas continues.

Grom's left arm was torn apart by the opponent's iron hook, a large muscle was torn apart, blood had soaked the entire arm, and his waist was cut by Kargas's serrated blade, he felt that the intestines inside were almost going to flow out, he held the blood and roared, letting out a heavy gasp.

His opponent didn't have a good time either.

Kargas's hook had been knocked off, and there was a tear almost a foot long from his chest to his abdomen, revealing the white bones inside, and blood dripping from his upper body to his feet, each of his footprints was stained with blood from the wet floor.

If he hadn't blocked it with an iron hook, his whole body would have been split in two by Grom by now.

"You've lost!" Although he was seriously injured, Grom smiled ugly.

Reinforcements from all directions are rapidly destroying the demons and orcs of the Burning Legion, and the corpses of the Doom Guardian and the Void Dragon Knight are constantly falling from the sky like rain.

As Grom said, Vargas's legions were already in the midst of a rout.

Kargas's blood-red eyes stared at each other, his heart was extremely unwilling, but the situation did become erosive, and after a maximum of an hour, they would completely lose the ability to resist.

"I'm not going to lose! I'm the Great Chief of the Orcs! Kargas roared and pounced.

After the defeat of the Second War, Kargas finally took refuge in the demons who had descended on the Outlands, and the orcs of the Broken Hand Clan became evil orcs, and he also proclaimed himself the Great Chief of the Orcs. But neither the orcs of Azeroth nor the orcs of Maghan of Nagrand would recognize his status.

"You'll never be the Great Chief of the Orcs!" Grom greeted him.

Just as they rushed towards each other, the flowing arcane bands of light in the shape of those ribbons in the sky suddenly distorted, forming one vortex after another. There is an extremely terrifying power contained in it.

A vision in the sky made the battlefield suddenly quiet. Everyone was skeptical.

Alliance warriors who have lived through the Battle of Sunwell know what this means - there's a great demon calling for hellfire! (To be continued......) R1292