"For the Horde!"

"For the Great Chief!"

"Damn humans, destroy!"

"Yahweh, the Father, is on our side!"

"O power of the Holy Father, destroy these evil creatures!"

The cries of orcs and humans, two races of enemies of life and death, roared over the battlefield of the headwind trail, you come and go, so lively!

However, the real battle was not as close to the humans as the powerful cries of these orcs on the battlefield.

It is an indisputable fact that under the protection of the Holy Light Cross Church, nearly 2,700 surviving humans after the destruction of the Stormwind Kingdom, the 800,000 Yahweh Holy Legion formed with all their might, have the absolute upper hand in this grand battle!

"Bump!" "Bump!" "Bump!"

After the roar of each musket and the clash of swords and axes, the lives of orcs passed away weakly.

The soldiers of the human army may also be injured, but as long as they do not cause immediate death due to vital injuries, other injuries can be healed and recovered by the thick holy power in the legion's sacred domain.

Even at this moment, the orc warriors and orc laborers gathered in the headwind trail, with nearly 10 times more than the number of human beings and nearly 800 terrifying troops, are still powerless to resist in the face of these human holy legions whose individual combat strength is not weaker than their own, and no matter how big they are, they can't be killed.

"Chief Durotan!"

"Lord Locks, Lord Millway······ has fallen under the attack of the holy warriors of humanity. ”

"Our defenses are crumbling."

The current friend of the Great Chief of the Tribe, who refused to follow the expeditionary force, led the major clans left behind in the Storm Kingdom in the name of the Great Chief, and Durontan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, who was one of the few in the tribe with the concept of peace, sat in the seat of commanding the big camp, unable to close his eyes slightly.

Eight months ago, the High Chief cleared the horde of the horde of evil magicians and led the main force of the expeditionary force out of Stormwind.

These human armies, possessing powerful divine powers, began to emerge from the barren mountains and mountains that they had neglected in the past, and launched an attack on them.

Even if he managed to maintain the battle situation, the combat power of the human army blessed by the divine power was really beyond the imagination of all orcs!

Coupled with the fact that most of the chieftain-level high-end combat power was far behind the holy warriors of these human armies after the main force of the expeditionary force left, the orcs lost everything they had gained in the Stormwind Kingdom at a speed that they could not even imagine.

"My brother!"

Picking up the battle axe at his side and putting on the thick beast skin armor, Durotan stood up, stared at the thief from his frostwolf clan in front of him, and said calmly.

"Go tell our tribe to flee here, don't go back to the Dark Gate, flee to other places!"

"What about you? Sheik! ”

The orc thief's words made Durotan, who was opening the curtain of the tent, pause.

"I can't live up to Orgrim's trust, even if I die, I can only die on the battlefield!"

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"The Great Holy See, the First Holy Cross Legion, led by Lord Karen, has defeated the Orc Army Commander."

"The orc army has been completely defeated, but a clan orc called 'Frostwolf' has rushed into the Zurguri Mountains in the chaos."

"Do we send troops in pursuit!"

A Judgment Sanctuary with a faint purple-gold holy light flashing all over his body emerged from the void, half-kneeling in front of the Messiah, reporting information on the front.

The 'Frostwolf' clan, isn't that the clan of the future Great Chief Thrall? What a familiar and unfamiliar name.

A series of thoughts appeared in the Messiah's mind, and he rejected them one by one.

"Forget it, there's no need to pursue."

The Messiah hesitated briefly, but finally gave up the idea of pursuit, as the only clan of orcs with peace and reason, the great savior did not mind giving them a way out.

Perhaps, in the future, the belief of Divine Yahweh will be able to use the orcs of these 'frostwolf' clans as a breakthrough to spread and educate the entire outer region and the entire orcs.

"Stand down."

"Yes, Holy See!"

The Templar of Judgment bowed respectfully, and its form disappeared into the purple-gold light.

He had just left.

"Holy See, the main force of the orcs has been defeated by us!"

Karen Lothar led a group of holy warriors whose armor was covered with black and red blood stains of orcs, and came to the command camp of the human army with great pride, and saluted the Messiah on the main seat respectfully.

"Well done, Karen."

With a peaceful smile, the Messiah looked at the more mature and heroic Karen after several years of leadership.

"Yahweh, the Father, rejoices in our victory, do not be proud, my child!"

"Let's go straighten out the soldiers!"

"To the final goal, the dark door!"

"Let's attack!"

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"Speaker Gul'dan, the Horde's forces in the Stormwind Kingdom have been defeated one after another."

Beneath the majestic and tall Dark Gate, in a huge orc tent.

"Those chieftains who have betrayed the Black Hand are ready to concentrate all their forces and fight with those humans who believe in the Holy Light on the upwind path!"

"Wow!" "Wow!"

It was the crunch of withered bones as he sat on the main seat, clenching his fists.

"I know!"

The voices in the tent were silent for a while, and then Gul'dan roared wildly.

"Orgrim Doomhammer, and these damned rebels, are not going to end well!"

Although the appearance of the Messiah did not cause him to be severely damaged and put to sleep because of Medivan's death, the early fall of the demigod guardians, which led to the instability of the Dark Gate, bound him here.

Endless obscure evil energy spread upwards from Gul'dan's back, although it connected and stabilized the dark door outside, but it was also like a dog chain, firmly tethering Gul'dan to the doorpost of the dark gate.

"And now? Ogrim, that traitor, does he know what's going on here? ”

Gul'dan sneered as he asked himself about the few subordinates of the Shadow Council after Orgrim's purge.

"The Great Chief's expeditionary force refuses to accept far more magical communications from our Shadow Council."

"He shouldn't know what we're doing here."

Regardless of what his leader called Orgrim a traitor, in the vast orc community, Orgrim ascended to the throne through a duel in the "Makgoras" according to the orc tradition of the tribe, so the orc warlock still called Orgrim the Great Chief.

"What about the vile shamans?"

Undisguised anger and murderous intent erupted from Gul'dan's eyes.

After Orgrim killed the Black Hand, the Tribe's high-ranking shaman casters determined that Gul'dan was bound to the Dark Gate and could not move.

Except for the warlocks in this small area where Gul'dan is located, almost all the shadow council warlocks in the other orc camps have been wiped out by the orc primitive shamans who have had a hard time under Guldan's oppression over the years, instigating Orgrim to wipe them out!

"Didn't they tell Orgrim that humanity was about to invade the Dark Gate, our heartland?"

Pity my Gul'dan for his selfish selfishness, and his subordinates who have worked so hard to train orcs for so many years, and the few spellcasters in the tribe except for the shaman have lost their combat power for a while, and it is no wonder that he has nowhere to vent his anger now.

"Lord Gul'dan, according to our information."

The orc warlock prostrate at the feet of the demigod warlock, hesitated, and continued.

"The message from those shamans to High Chief Orgrim is that everything is in order here!"

"Rubbish! It's all a bunch of rubbish! ”

Gul'dan could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and a furious evil energy erupted from his body, and everything around him was corrupted with the outpouring of evil energy, except for the orc warlock who was crawling at his feet.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Suddenly, a series of loud roars rang in Gul'dan ears, causing the demigod sorcerer to stop his breath abruptly, and he walked out of the camp gate with a frown.

Originally, on the periphery of the tribal camp, even he had to spend a few real strength to destroy, the incomparably strong shamanic barrier shattered under a divine force that disgusted him to the extreme.

In his razor-sharp gaze after using the evil energy to strengthen, in front of the orc core camp, countless orc tents had become ruins, and the flames and gunsmoke brought up by the artillery attack devoured everything there.

Hundreds of thousands, if not more, of warriors with an aura of divine power under their feet, under the leadership of the Paladin, and with the support of the Glorious Priest behind them, poured out of the smoke and attacked everything they could see, the tribe.

With the exception of this camp directly below the Dark Portal where he was, the camps of all the tribes were in chaos at this moment.

A dim purple-gold illusory figure flashed from the void, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the orcs who appeared to be in the tribal camp.

"Ahh We've been attacked! ”

"Enemy attack!"

"It's a human army, organize a defense!"

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One after another, the orc warriors hurriedly got up and shouted, driving away the laborers around them, holding weapons and putting on leather armor, and rushed to the front line of the human invasion in an attempt to meet the human army.

However, Gul'dan's gaze was not as attentive to these orc warriors who were hurrying to meet him.

His attention was closely attracted by the distance, the core of the human legion, by a circle of silver hero-level priests, guarding the white-robed figure at the very core.

On the other hand, our great prophetic seeker also noticed the gaze of the demitheric.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The Messiah stood out from the surrounding row of high-ranking priests, and the divine power from the divine Yahweh Heavenly Kingdom of Life descended from the void, constantly surging around him.

He muttered as he looked beneath the conspicuous dark door, feeling the sheer force of evil.

"Devil's lackey, Gul'dan!"

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