Mount Hyjal, the tribal line of defense.

When the avant-garde troops, centered on the dragon wrestling army, repeatedly fought with the demon army at the forefront of the battlefield for every inch of defense; When Illidan, Don Sr., and the Sarufar brothers teamed up to send the Abyss Lord Azgalor, the frontline commander of the demon army, to Hell...... On the battlefield and in the defensive line, the fierce fighting continues......

"Boom!"

A flaming boulder fell from the sky and smashed into the crowd of people.

Before they could figure out what was going on, a dozen orcs rushed out and the demons and undead who were fighting with them had been crushed into a puddle of flesh and mud by the tumbling "boulders" and fell into the ground. Before the rest of the momentum was over, the "boulder" still rolled twice, and then it stopped moving.

Whether you are the warriors of the Horde Alliance or the demons and undead of the Burning Legion, as these "weapons of war" fall from the sky and hit the ground, their simple consciousness almost indiscriminately strikes them, crushing more soldiers on both sides to pieces.

The undead orc warriors and demons lay on the ground, clutching their paper-thin limbs and groaning madly, while the dry bodies of the undead had long since been ignited into humanoid torches by the evil flames on the surface of the burning giants.

"Click!"

Another boulder struck right on top of a tribal rough ore log arrow tower. Unable to withstand such a huge impact, the entire arrow tower collapsed in an instant, and the Dark Spear Headhunters and Blood Elf Ranger on it fell like snowflakes, falling heavily to the ground, buried under the ruins, and it seemed that they would not survive......

"Whew!"

A Hellfire screamed wildly, smashing the head of a combat Kodo beast with a fist, and the Minotaur warrior on the beast's back was also shaken off the back of his mount partner, and after getting up, he swept the hammer in his hand towards the leg joint of this Hellfire with red eyes!

"Bang!"

Hellfire's giant arm hasn't been withdrawn yet. Before the Minotaur warrior's hammer could hit, another red-eyed heavy Kodo cavalry had already slammed into the Hellfire's waist, and the unstable Hellfire staggered back, its back slamming into the wall fence behind it......

The walls collapsed, the smoke and dust filled the air, and the debris flew with terrifying sound.

……

"Oh!"

A minotaur hunter reaches out for an arrow from his back quiver. With three or four spears already stuck in his waist and abdomen and thighs, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, he was still pouring out his anger and hatred on the demon.

Until another spear thrown by the demon pierced him through the chest, and the fierce minotaur warrior felt as if he had been punched. He staggered back a few steps before he fell to the ground in a strange and distorted position, allowing the glittering tip of the spear to burst through his back, and the blood-stained spear was still covered with a few blood-red fragments of tissue.

"Strength... And... Glory ......" The Minotaur warrior who fell to the ground, coughing up large balls of blood with fragments of internal organs, whispered with the last of his strength until his eyes limply came together......

Another Shuharu warrior died here, and another tribe soul rested on Mount Hyjal...... Syllable! ”

As if shattering two huge watermelons, a tall hellfire swung its arm and smashed the heads of the two wolves that rushed forward together. Shattered into two piles of red and white flesh, the sturdy bodies of the wolf cavalry were immediately contained, and the grief-stricken orc wolf knights, with a tumbling force to unload the impact, looked at each other and laughed wildly at the hellfire that had killed their "comrades......

The last thing that rang out on the battlefield was their unyielding battle cry

"For the Horde!"

"Power and glory!"

"Blood and thunder!"

……

A Darkspear Troll Headhunter had just pierced the skull of a Doomsday Guard in the sky with a sharp spear in his hand, only to be suddenly impaled in the chest by the sharp forefeet of a crypt demon that had emerged from the ground beneath his feet.

Glancing at the terrifying wound on his chest, the Darkspear Troll Warrior gave a cruel but cheerful smile to the hideous-faced Crypt Demon, and with the last of his strength, stabbed the other spear straight into the Crypt Demon's terrifying mouthparts. A spear piercing the enemy's skull peeked out from the back of the large bug's head......

The heart is pierced, even if the troll's perverted ability of recovery cannot stop the flow of life. After falling to the ground, the Darkspear Headhunter clenched his right fist with all the strength he had left, and raised his arms and shouted like his comrades of other races he had seen:

"For the Horde! Power and glory! ”

……

A Blood Elf Magister has just led a blizzard that has frozen the undead and demons that rushed in front of the Magus Legion into a lifelike ice sculpture. But he didn't wait for him to turn his target. An elite gargoyle that had broken through the layers of blockade had already swooped down, grabbed him firmly, and rushed back into the demon army in the sky to prepare for torture.

The Blood Elf Magister who was attacked watched the undead and demons in the sky gradually change from the initial crazy struggle to calm as water, and then to the final firmness. Like those hot-blooded warriors, he shouted the words that had long been engraved in his heart

"For Quel'Thalas, for the Horde, for power and glory!"

Enduring the sharp pain of the claws piercing **, the Blood Elf Magister softly chanted the last spell of his long life...... Self-destruct! In the next second, the Blood Elf Magister and the undead and demons beside him exploded into shards. A tyrannical arcane turbulence swept across the sky. Let the sun's rays shine into the battlefield from this clean blue sky.

……

Such a scene was staged in almost every corner of the battlefield, and the cruel and tragic scene made the hearts of all the tribal warriors endlessly angry and high-spirited!

"For the sake of the tribe, you must win and die!"

"Power and glory!"

"Blood and thunder!"

……

The frantic shouts of the Horde warriors filled the battlefield!

At first, it was only a sporadic response, but gradually all the tribal warriors who participated in the battle erupted into earth-shattering roars and shouts as if they were infected. Thousands of roars rising into the sky converged on each other. Sonic boom!

The glory and majesty of the tribe must be defended with blood and life!

For the sake of the tribe, it is necessary to win and die.

This heart-wrenching sentence is no longer just an empty slogan in the hearts of all people, but a war faith that all tribal warriors will pave with their lives and blood!

Fighting to the death for the sake of relatives, friends, lovers, and even countries, races, and homes is the supreme glory that all tribal warriors pursue all their lives!

……

Those heroic souls who sacrificed one after another made Old Tang's eyes red and angry, and the passionate and heroic shouts made Old Tang's whole blood boil.

"Senior Illidan, this line of defense will be handed over to you! The Salufar Brotherhood leads the orc warriors to work with you! With a hammer, he killed a crypt demon with teeth and claws, and Old Tang had already turned around and roared at Illidan, who was slightly stunned in the shouts of the sky: "Before the retreat order is issued, fight to the death!" Got it? ”

The tragic battle made the momentum of Lao Tang's whole person more and more fierce, just like the unsheathed long sword that had washed away the lead, revealing toughness and unquestionable from the bones. The tempering of the Battle of Mount Hyjal and the washing of the blood of countless comrades-in-arms finally made the temperament of the old Tang get the purest transformation.

Transform into a true Iron Commander!

"Don't worry, Goode! As long as I don't fall, the edge of the Aeginoth Blade will never stop! The Demon Hunter struck a swift whirlwind slash and turned several high-level demons around him into a rain of blood and minced flesh, showing his heart with practical actions.

Don's tough orders did not arouse any resentment from the arrogant Illidan Fury. Misunderstood by his own compatriots for 10,000 years and hated for 10,000 years, the most longing of the demon hunter in his heart is to be recognized by others! And Lao Tang entrusted him with the heavy responsibility of defending the defensive line, which is the greatest trust in him! Being able to get the needs and approval of others, Illidan * Fury will naturally do his best!

What's more, the screams, roars, and roars of the tribal warriors on the battlefield also made the heart of this master who has gone through thousands of years vibrate, and even resonated!

Perhaps the strength of the tribal warriors is still unsightly in the eyes of the arrogant Illidan, but the strong will that nourishes and watered with blood and life makes this tragic exiled hero, who is called a "traitor" by his tribesmen, has a sense of recognition and admiration for these foreigners and the tribe from the bottom of his heart......

Illidan's thoughts and recognition in his heart, Old Tang had no way of knowing. The tragic battle and the sacrifice of the warriors have made Lao Tang put all his mind on the battlefield and how to win this battle that is related to honor, life and death, and homeland.

Just as the warriors of the tribe believed...... This battle is either winning or dying!

"Wrestle with the dragon legion, listen to my orders!" Raising the war hammer in his hand high, Old Tang turned the anger in his body, and roared up to the sky at the maximum volume he could to roar out the command: "Everyone move closer to me, dense formation!" ”

"Formation, cone formation, chisel through!"

"Targets, demons and the undead!"

"Mission, charge with me and kill them!"

Originally, they were scattered into battle groups and dragon wrestling legions, but after hearing Old Tang's thunderous roar, everyone was cooperating with each other and quickly assembled. In an instant, the wrestling army with the dragon had regrouped, and formed a dense cone formation behind Old Tang to prepare for attack, and under the leadership of Old Tang, it let out an earth-shattering battle roar:

"Power and glory!"

"Blood and thunder!"

Old Tang clenched the hammer in his hand, looked around at the tens of thousands of comrades-in-arms behind him, ran wildly, rushed forward frantically, and gave the final battle order with a hideous face:

"Wrestle with the dragon legion, charge!"

"Kill!" (To be continued...... Q