A wyvern wrapped in iron armor roared across the battlefield.

All the warriors who heard the dragon's groan raised their heads in unison to see which reinforcements were coming from.

"Your Majesty Sauron has asked me to come to support, and I must break through the city of Osgillias today!"

The existence in the sky did not make people wait for a long time, the black robe, iron armor, plus a long sword, it was the famous Nine Rings Spirit.

And what many people don't know is that the Ringing Knights who came this time are not ordinary among the Nine Rings, and if Gandalf was here, he would definitely recognize the person in front of him as Orgrimmar.

"It's Lord Orgrimmar, our Lich King!"

The silent battlefield suddenly resounded with the cheers of the orcs, and unlike the cheers of the orcs, Gondor's side was demoralized.

Gondor, who had no heroes, could barely remain undefeated even through the city walls. And every time Osgillias was captured by the orcs, it was all because of the heroic power of the Mordo.

The power of the hero level is extremely powerful, and if the opponent does not have the power to balance the hero, then Orgrimmar himself is enough to influence a war.

And Gondor, the original number one nation of mankind, is obviously a country without heroic power, the first of a foreign power.

"All catapults are aimed at the Wyvern, the spearman is ready, don't let him come down!"

Faramo's face changed the moment Orgrimmar appeared, and he roared loudly, venting all his firepower towards Orgrimmar.

"Boom, boom!" Dozens of catapults roared in unison, all of which were burning fireballs towards Orgrimmar.

Countless boulders roared towards him, and Orgrimmar sat on the body of the Wyvern, like a god-king sitting on the nine-day sky, everything was under control.

"Humph!"

In the tight breaths of countless people, Orgrimmar snorted coldly. Without seeing him make any movement, the wyvern beneath the seat began to climb rapidly, dodging the smashing of dozens of boulders only between two incitements of its wings.

None of the dozens of boulders hit, and the morale of the soldiers who saw this scene dropped again.

They are not afraid to fight with orcs, both sides carry a head on two shoulders, there is nothing to fear. But the Lich King Orgrimmar was different, Orgrimmar's power was like a god in the eyes of these soldiers, and looking at the wyvern roaring above the nine heavens, everyone lost the courage to fight it.

"Aang!"

The low morale of the soldiers did not affect the performance of the Wyvern.

The wyvern swooped down with a roar, and the fierce wind blew the soldiers on the walls unsteadily, and in a blink of an eye, the wyvern flew away.

"Help, help me!"

While many of the soldiers were still holding their heads to dodge, the wyvern had already grabbed an archer and flew into the air.

The captured soldier cried and cried, like a chicken caught by an eagle in the dragon's claws, and there was no room for struggle.

Countless people looked up at the sky, and the wyvern shook its head in the gaze of everyone, and swallowed it even with its armor with a few crisp clicks.

"Mom, how can you fight this!" Countless soldiers looked at the roaring wyvern and swallowed.

"Don't be afraid, spear-throwers, axe-throwers stop the dragon from coming down. Archers with catapults and dragons attack the wings of dragons! ”

Boromo was unable to hit the ground running, and pulled out the archers. Although it was best for the archers to defend the orcs under the city, Boromo knew that if the dragons were allowed to wreak havoc, the orcs under the city would not attack, and the soldiers would collapse.

"Whoosh!"

Dense arrows began to shoot at the wyverns in the sky, and the orc army pulled the archers and catapults to turn around and pounce on the walls again.

Without the help of the archers, the orcs quickly built a ladder against the falling stones from the wall. And the wyvern in the sky seemed to know what to do, and before Orgrimmar could control it, they began to dive again and again, constantly attacking the archers on the wall.

"Big brother, hurry up and retreat, the orcs are about to attack!" In the midst of a one-sided battle, another young general in black armor strode up. The young general bears a three-point resemblance to Boromo, who is none other than Boromo's younger brother and the second son of the Regent of Gondor.

"Why did you come up, didn't you let you hold the catapult!"

Boromo dragged Faramo behind cover and threw him to the ground.

In fact, Boromo did not let Faramo go to battle, whether it was out of selfishness or public intentions, there must be no two generals in Osgillias who stepped on the wall at the same time. So as soon as he saw his brother come up to him, Boromo was furious.

Faramo, who had fallen, was not angry, he knew that this was Boromo's love for him, so he pointed to the raging flying dragon and said loudly: "Big brother, I can't hold it, let the soldiers retreat quickly." ”

"Nonsense!" Boromo directly interrupted Faramo's words, he grabbed his sword and cut down a half-orc who stepped on the city wall, and drank without looking back: "You can't retreat, you immediately return to the position of the catapult, organize the projectile to continue the attack!" ”

"Big brother, if you can't hold it, you will die here." Faramo also quickly drew his sword, and the half-orc had already climbed the city wall in just the time when the two of them could speak, and at this moment, the city wall was full of battlefields, and it was already a chaos.

"You know what, now the battle situation has been stalemate, once you retreat, the army will be defeated, and there is no chance of recovery. The most important thing now is to repel a wave of enemy attacks, as long as we repel a wave of attacks, we still have a chance, otherwise if we retreat directly, what awaits us is a massacre! ”

As he spoke, he organized his soldiers to shrink their defenses again, and Faramo watched as the fighting Boromo stomped his feet fiercely, and killed back to the catapult position under the protection of several of his own soldiers.

"Don't be afraid, behind us is our home, and we have no reason to retreat. All fight with me and fight them off! ”

In Boromo's roar, the soldiers of Gondor fought back again. One by one, the ladders on the city wall were pushed down the city wall by the desperate soldiers. These soldiers have all grown up in the flames of war, and under the call to defend their homeland, they are not afraid of death, and the more desperate they are, the more they can burst out with unimaginable strength.

"Human, I remember you. Last time you escaped with your life, this time it won't! ”

Just as Boromo led his warriors to retake the walls again, Orgrimmar, who had been pinning down the archers and catapults, opened his mouth in the battle for the second time.

"Protect the General!" Boromo's guards suddenly surrounded as Orgrimmar spoke.

Dozens of guards armed with spears and glowing spear heads were aimed at Orgrimmar, who was sitting firmly on top of the wyvern.

"Kill him!"

Orgrimmar pointed at Boromo, who was surrounded by his own soldiers, and then the wyvern under his seat suddenly dived, and pounced in the direction of Boromo under the fire of countless archers.

Seeing the wyvern swooping down at close range, the archers suddenly thought that the time had come.

The rain of arrows in the sky was mercilessly venting towards the wyvern, and many marksmen gave up their intention to attack the wyvern, and instead aimed at Orgrimmar, who was sitting on the wyvern.

"Woo woo"

The Wyvern suddenly felt a strong wind around him, and just when many archers thought they could kill with a single blow, the Wyvern truly showed its strength as a mythical creature.

The sudden wind swept outward with the Wyvern as the center, and Orgrimmar sat on the Wyvern and let out a low groan, constantly blessing the Wyvern's storm power.

All the arrows that were fired, no matter who their owners were, were unable to advance in this powerful storm, and they were blown aside one by one.

"Human! I want your life. ”

Sitting on the Wyvern, Orgrimmar was surrounded by a whirlwind as he slowly stood up and raised his sword, the tip of which pointed at Boromo who was getting closer and closer.

"I'm going to die!"

In the wind pressure of the Wyvern, Boromo found that he couldn't even raise his hand. In his gaze, a long sword was slowly growing larger, as if it had taken over the whole world, and there was nothing else.

"Kill!"

"Ding"

Just when Boromo thought he was going to die, suddenly a collision sounded in his ears.

The crisp sound of collision echoed throughout the battlefield, and the wind pressure of the wyvern stopped abruptly, followed by a funny laugh that resounded across the battlefield.

"Hee-hee, ace throwing knife!"