Menethil's Power

Chapter 652 Blood of Glory
The defense system of a city is of course complicated. As the main city of the tribe, Orgrimmar certainly cannot be easily captured—at least not by a mixed army of Naga and undead that lacks siege weapons.

But this is not what Isaacs will care about. Of course, a villain leader does not need to be sympathetic to his subordinates. He only needs to issue orders. The headaches are Vashj and Kel'Thuzad.

And if they fail to achieve their goals, they will naturally be punished, or they will be forgiven "with great mercy" and let them commit crimes and meritorious deeds. It all depends on the mood.

This is the rule of fear and strength, which is usually far more stable than other systems.

A standard city defense battle is of course not just relying on the city walls to counterattack. Although those tall rock or metal walls look reassuring, they are actually a fragile final line of defense. Orcs come to Azeroth. It's been almost 20 years, so naturally I don't understand this truth.

Nazgrim left the city with the most elite wolf cavalry. These light cavalry could only function as ordinary infantry in the city of Orgrimmar, and the wilderness was their stage.

After that, a group of cultists hidden in Orgrimmar suddenly started to make trouble. They seemed to have received some kind of instructions, or thought they had received instructions.There were not many of these cultists, but they managed to summon a huge Void Terror, which caused a certain amount of trouble, which is why Grom Hellscream only saw a few guards in the Shadow Rift, Warlock They often deal with the void, and they are good at handling similar matters.

Grom's first thought was to go to the Hall of the Chiefs, but he failed to meet Thrall, but he learned the specific situation from the consultant Eitrigg. crisis.

Past experience made Grom understand that although such predictions from high-ranking shamans may seem alarmist, they are often quite accurate. Without hesitation, he immediately set off for the north gate.

Although he is no longer the warchief of the Warsong clan, he is still an orc, loyal to the Horde, and he will never forget it again.

But at this time on the other side, in a sparse woodland in the southwest of Azshara, the wolf cavalry out of the city encountered trouble.

The road they had passed countless times while patrolling suddenly became muddy like a swamp, and gray-black scars appeared on the ground, which rapidly expanded and gave off a rancid smell. Many wolf claws got stuck, making it difficult to move an inch.

At the same time, a large number of enemies appeared, including strong murlocs.The strange spiderman and other strange creatures exuding the breath of death, such a strange combination has never been encountered by the wolf cavalry before, but now they have no time to take care of this.

Losing the advantage of their mounts, the wolf cavalry had to fight on foot. The corrupted land not only restricted their actions, but also eroded their flesh and blood, but their enemies would not be affected, and even those undead creatures would get strengthened.

Half an hour later, the wolf cavalry who hadn't fallen into the weird swamp realized that they couldn't save their companions at all, so they had no choice but to retreat, leaving behind a large number of mutilated corpses.

Vaschi looked at the corrupted land with a look of disgust, "What a disgusting spell."

"The word nausea shouldn't be used to describe a spell." Kel'Thuzad said leisurely: "The effect of Empowering the Badlands is very good. It has at least reduced our battle damage by half."

They were on a high slope at this time and witnessed the battle that just happened.

Vaschi was still full of displeasure, but didn't say anything more.

"These wolf cavalry have been severely injured. I think it is impossible for them to cause us any trouble. This means that we can directly attack the orc city." Lich continued.

"My scouts told me that the city's defenses are perfect." Vaschi said coldly, "I don't think a forced attack would be a reasonable choice."

"But this is the order of Lord Isaacs." The Lich looked very calm, but the expressionless skeleton face seemed a little yin and yang, "We must carry it out, and in fact, we don't have to worry about being unable to attack by force. A psychic can make your fallen clansmen stand up and fight again..."

Vaschi's eyes suddenly became cold, like frost, and if she could, she even wanted to shoot an arrow through the lich's skull.

This is a consensus, most of the living do not want to be desecrated after death.

"That sounds cruel, doesn't it?" Of course the Lich could sense Vashj's emotions, and he grinned as if smiling, "But it can significantly reduce casualties, doesn't it? It's better to reuse the dead than to use the living." It is more appropriate for people to consume it."

Vashj didn't want to argue with him, "Listen, Lich, I will never allow you to use undead spells on my people!" She was full of anger, almost on the verge of explosion.

"Since you have made such a choice, I don't care about it." Kel'Thuzad's tone was somewhat regretful, "Then I will build a few teleportation circles to let your clansmen reach the battlefield quickly. You should No objection?"

Vaschi snorted coldly, turned around and left without responding, she didn't want to say a word to this lich again.

Kel'Thuzad didn't take it seriously, and looked at the psychics gathered in front of him, "Go and pick some complete corpses, don't waste materials, you should understand that the more complete they appear, the greater the pain they will bring to our enemies .”

Indeed, when the orcs of Orgrimmar saw the undead transformed by their compatriots, they were angry. In their ancient shaman belief, the soul after death will return to the land of the ancestors, and this reincarnation of the undead can be said is blasphemy of the worst kind.

This kind of anger and pain made Kel'Thuzad very satisfied, but what made him feel pity was that these orcs didn't seem to be all the brainless fools in his impression. They are completely driven by anger.

The battle broke out again under the city of Orgrimmar. There were no overly powerful figures participating in the battle, and there was no huge gap in strength between the two sides. Obviously, this war would not end in a short while.

The tribe is very cautious. They don't know whether the monsters in front of them are all the enemies. Since there will be so many enemies suddenly approaching the city, it means that there may be more.

By the time of the fourth sunrise, Thrall's eyes were already bloodshot. He hadn't closed his eyes for the past four days, paying attention to the battle situation all the time, feeling more and more stressed.

The enemy is very powerful. Although only one commander has been found so far, the number of elite soldiers among them can be said to be astonishingly large. The tribe is not at a disadvantage, but even if it is as strong as Brother Saurfang After killing more than a dozen huge sea giants in a row, he will feel tired. Thrall and Drek'Thar have jointly released several earthquake spells, making the situation still stable.

Those necromancers in black robes could resurrect dead orcs into undead, but soon the tribe found a way to deal with them. Beheaded corpses cannot be resurrected, and shamans only need to release the souls of their ancestors to make them The souls of the dead are not manipulated by those necromancers.

Overall, the situation isn't great, but it's not out of control either, with reinforcements from Rexxar and Thunder Bluff about to arrive in Orgrimmar.It's just that the current casualties are a bit heavy, and even Kor'Karon has almost lost one-fifth of his staff.

Vaschi's heart is also bleeding, and the Naga clan can't withstand such consumption after recuperating for thousands of years, but she has no other choice.

"I told you a long time ago that it is better for the dead to give full play to their value than to make the living pay a meaningless price." Kel'Thuzad's voice came.

"Why didn't you take action? Breaking through this city is also your task." Vaschi asked coldly, with hatred already in his tone.

"I said that I need a suitable opportunity, and now is the time." Karl Thuzad said, turning around and walking towards the bone altar not far away, which was temporarily built by the psychics.

"Soul is enough."

soul?Vaschi's face changed suddenly, it was obviously not just the soul of the orc, "Are you deliberately letting my people die?" She almost gritted her teeth.

However, Kel'Thuzad didn't answer, and seemed to have lost interest in Vashj. The lich stepped onto the altar and began to cast spells, while talking to himself.

"So many souls can't reach the other shore, they can only stay here. The orcs think they have found a way to break the psychic spell, but they don't know that the body is just a medium, and the real key is the soul."

Invisible power flows, gathers around the Lich, transforms into substance, and then transforms into a special substance. The whistling sound that suddenly appears changes from vague to gradually clear, and then converges into a tide.

"Forcibly merging the power of chaotic souls can form toxins that can assimilate other souls. Why do we need to compete with the city walls to break through the city?" The Lich quacked strangely.

The momentum he caused was too great, and it was impossible not to be discovered. Thrall noticed it immediately, showing a horrified expression. As a shaman, he could certainly feel what that breath meant.

This is the opponent's killer move!
"Stop him!" he wanted to shout, but it seemed too late, and if the other party finished casting the spell, there might only be a few living people left in Orgrimmar.

At this juncture, he suddenly saw a figure rush out at an incredible speed, it turned out to be Grom Hellscream.

He is no longer the chief, so he no longer needs to command the battle. Grom has been waiting for his own opportunity to make a move. It is enough to have Brother Saurfang on the frontal battlefield, and he does not need his assistance. The judgment he made, so he waited for this moment.

Grom's charge was fast, and no one, no matter the Naga or the undead, could stop him. A psychic tried to cast a curse on him, but the next moment their broken limbs flew into the sky.

Kel'Thuzad did not expect such an attacker. Although he was surprised, his reaction was not slow. First, a layer of mana shield was propped up, and then a thick frost armor appeared on it, and then the soul poison that had formed around him Come together suddenly.

This can almost be said to be a complete defense. Kel'Thuzad believes that even when facing Lord Isaacs, he can resist it for a period of time, let alone a warrior who does not possess any special power and only relies on physical strength.

He ignored the barely perceptible gleam of light on the warrior's ax blade.

Grom felt his own flesh and blood burning, and that strange power trembled in his body and was transmitted to Gore Howl. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was facing the tall demigod with antlers.

For the tribe!

He was not touched by the poison of the soul. Gorehowl directly cut through the frost armor, smashed the mana shield, and touched the lich's skull. Kel'Thuzad only had time to let out a wail, and his skeleton was completely shattered and torn. His purple-black robe flew out every now and then.The lich's lost soul wailed and dissipated after another blow from Gorehowl.

With the demise of the caster, the soul poison transformed into normal dissipated immediately. Grom roared, and a whirlwind completely destroyed the entire bone altar, and then rushed towards the remaining psychics.

In his opinion, these spellcasters who can resurrect the undead must be eradicated first.

Vashj who was not far away was stunned. Although she didn't like Kel'Thuzad, she also knew how powerful this lich was.She retreated without hesitation and at the same time gave the order to retreat.

Even Kel'Thuzad was killed by one blow, so she is obviously not an opponent. The plan has failed, but it doesn't matter, because it is all the responsibility of the Lich.

……

Icecrown, the secret room at the top of Naxxramas.

The ancient silver box was suspended in the complicated magic circle, and suddenly it burst into light, and the power of the soul gushed out from it, condensing into the body of the lich.

It is Kel'Thuzad that the lich is essentially immortal as long as the phylactery is not destroyed.

The Grand Lich of Naxxramas looked extremely embarrassed and weak, but he didn't dare to rest for a moment, but immediately used the teleportation spell and returned to the coast of Azshara.

Isaacs was admiring the sunset at this time, and turned his head when he heard the noise, expressionless.

"Failed?" he asked.

The Lich had a bitter expression on his face, "Please give me another chance, my lord."

Isaacs didn't say anything, this moment of silence gave Kel'Thuzad a chill.

"I'm not very surprised." Isaacs said, he is in a good mood now, so he doesn't intend to punish him.Besides, it is obviously unrealistic to solve the tribe only by Kel'Thuzad and Vashj, and he actually doesn't think they can succeed.

There is still a lot of time, so why not play another game and have some fun.

"I can give you one more chance and send you a helper," he said, which made the lich feel relieved.But just as Isaacs finished speaking, a void portal opened, and a moment later, a female elf with black hair, black eyes, and pale complexion walked out of it.

"I don't think you will disappoint me, Xal'atath?"

(End of this chapter)