Underground fortress, key road to the level.

The rebel bosses finally arrived, and General Nazgolin, who had been lecturing the soldiers in the rebel front, returned to his sparsely numbered last line of defense.

"My soldiers, I hope you will forgive them, this civil war is not their fault and fault. ”

Nazgorin stood silently in the center of the defensive line, watching Thrall stride into the underground hall and the group of bigwigs behind him, he finally made his request.

"Of course, old friend, the Horde will not hold a single soldier accountable, they have nothing to do with politics, they should not be saddled with war crimes, and neither should you. ”

Thrall looked at Nazgorin as well, and gave Nazgorin a chest-beating salute just as much as the rest of the rebel bosses, who also respected the Horde's Grand Overseer.

Nazgorin shook his head, "Then, you can attack now, and for the glory and loyalty of my heart, and for the mission and mission that the tribe has given me, I will fight until the last moment." ”

"It is pointless, my friend, that you have done all your duty, and no one can do it better than you, give it up, and no one will blame you for it, and your glory will not be tarnished in any way. ”

Thrall sighed heavily, and said in a pleading tone.

Nazgorin didn't answer, instead clenching the scarlet Overseer's battle axe in his hand and holding it aloft.

He had already made his final choice.

"Come, I long for a glorious battle, Lok-tar ogar!"

Nazgorin stopped all the actions of his soldiers and sternly ordered them to stay where they were, while he himself launched a lonely charge against the rebels, just as the orc hero Blox, who had jumped through the evil portal and traveled alone to the world of Argus thousands of years ago, single-handedly stopping the Burning Legion and the Dark Titan Sargeras.

War is always so cruel that it will not give a warrior any fair chance, and the only way to drown it is to be drowned by the tidal army.

Nazgorin had no fancy tricks or magic in his arsenal, he was a pure warrior, and all he had mastered was the fighting instincts that had been practiced countless times.

The orc general is proficient in the three specializations of warriors, and his stance switching and control of anger have reached the level of arbitrariness.

"For an orc, you're not an overseer to me. ”

King Varian's artifact greatsword collided with Nazgorin's Overseer's greataxe, bursting with sparks before pulling away again.

"You, the king of the human race, are still in the past. ”

Both are pure warriors, and they are both very disgusted with politics, but they are also involuntarily.

People live in the world, and they can't help themselves, so how can you fight?

The rebels had planned to contain Nazgorin first, and then force open the iron gates to allow the army to move on, so that they would not have to decide whether they would win or lose with the respected orc general.

But Nazgorin held the iron gate to the death, and whenever anyone approached, he would charge back and crush any enemy who tried to force the door.

In desperation, there is only one choice.

Nazgorin is strong, but he is nowhere near invincible.

Under siege by the army, the orc overseer's armor was tattered, countless hideous wounds were all over his body, and his left hand was no longer able to hold his axe.

With the final blow, Thrall swung the hammer of destruction and pointed it at Nazgorin, and the hammer shone with a blinding blue thunderbolt, turning into a long dragon and attacking the orc general.

It's over.

The axe clattered to the ground, and the panting Nazgorin shook his body a few times, trying to keep himself on his feet.

But he failed, and the orc's legs could no longer support him, and he fell to his knees, and then collapsed with a thud.

"For ... Tribe... Lok-tar。。。 Ogar。。。 ”

The orc vaguely heard a loud noise behind him, it was the sound of the gate of the passage he was guarding being successfully broken, and he fought until the last moment, and the task given to him by the tribe was completed.

The main force of the rebels immediately advanced deeper into the underground fortress, and a group of high-ranking officials surrounded him, and Thrall turned Nazgorin's body over, leaving him on his back to the sky.

Without the shaman, priest, or druid treating him, everyone could tell that the orc general was hopeless, and that his body was already shattered in such a way that it was broken.

"Rest in peace, Nazgorin, your name and glory will live on forever in the tribe, and future generations will remember your glorious battle. ”

Thrall spoke sadly, looking at the orc general who was still breathing.

At this moment, a frenzied whisper violently filled the entire hall, as if the will of some higher being had suddenly descended.

Gamor, who was standing on the sidelines, tilted his head, and the whisper seemed to communicate something with the Minotaur Dawn Knight.

After a moment, Garmor yelled excitedly, nodding his head.

"The Dawn God saw what Nazgorin had done, and the God said that the glorious and faithful warrior did not deserve this sad end of dying at the hands of his own people, so ... ”

The tribal bosses were also excited when they heard this, and they couldn't hide their anticipation in their expressions.

If the Titan Sarodar wants to save people, then Nazgorin can't die even if he wants to, and the people the Titans want to protect haven't heard of being pulled away by death.

The next moment, a dawn light penetrated the thick earth and shot directly into this underground hall, and a Wagri fluttering with dark golden energy wings slowly emerged, this was the young Wagri that Boss Hu captured in the Northrend Continent back then, and now he was already an adult.

"Momentary defeat does not mean the final end, stand up, warrior Nazgorin, your life is far from over. ”

Vargri, who was all dark gold, raised his right hand and pointed at the dead Nazgorin, and a pillar of divine light enveloped the orc's body.

The orc's body was rapidly recovering as if it had been pressed the rewind button.

"Let him sleep well, and when he wakes up, you will see a living Nazgorin. ”

The voice of the Titan Sarodar echoed in the hall, and everyone was overjoyed and couldn't stop thanking them.

"Also, he's just a special case, the next time there is such a seriously injured person, Lao Tzu will have to charge it!"

It only took three seconds to be serious, and the old rogue nature of Lord Divine Venerable was immediately revealed.