Azeroth Trail of Light

The Vryku people who have lost their faith and inheritance are a secular force, and there will inevitably be a division of classes. However, compared with the human world that pays attention to etiquette and decency, the Vyku people's rank division is much more straightforward.

Who is stronger, who can fight better, whose class is higher.

In Ymiron’s time, the kings and lords of the Vrykul in Howling Fjord were the ones who could fight the most. This certainly made the entire Vrykul society biased towards barbarism and viciousness, but it also guaranteed the Vrykul. In fact, if it hadn't been for the curse of flesh and blood that year, which caused the last king to have to put the people into a state of sleep, I am afraid that the two sides would have been fighting as long as the undead natural disasters occupied Northrend.

But now, Arthas has given the Vrykul hope to get rid of the curse of flesh and blood. Although the undead Vrykul is still a flesh and blood body, whether it is power or will, it will become stronger and stronger. This is what the Vrykul hoped for. For this reason, Ymiron, the first to be awakened, took the initiative to attach to Arthas.

Both sides knew that this kind of attachment was only temporary, but when facing the same opponent, this kind of ghostly "attachment" seemed trivial.

Yalebron is a typical Vrykul city. It is divided into upper, middle and lower levels. The big crypts are full of sleeping Vrykul ancestors. Before Ymiron has time to wake them up, Yorin Deadeye is carrying a giant The magician and the orc warlock carried out the final "processing" of the ancestors of the Vrykul between life and death.

The middle level is the Vrykul who has renewed their allegiance to Ymiron. They have been completely disbanded by the orc infantry led by Garrosh and Dranos. They are struggling desperately. The orcs will also not kill them all, and follow up Howl. The Gulf still needs to use these slaves.

The road to the upper level has been blocked. Garrosh rushed with the soldiers three times, and they were all driven out by the more elite Vrykul warriors. It was a stone step that hovered upwards, and the shield warriors stood in the way. There, a defense like a city wall is formed. A Vrykul officer holds a longbow sword. Under his command, every attack of the orcs will be easily resolved. It is almost a situation that Wanfumo opened. Garrosh even For a while, he wanted to set fire to the place until King Saurfang walked in with his battle axe.

"Garrosh, go and gather those prisoners of war, and leave it to me here."

The old orc looked at the blocked stone steps in front of him, raised his left hand, and the elite Kor'kron warriors behind him raised their weapons one after another, ready to charge, as the strongest in Orgrimmar and even the entire orc world. The large force, the number is small, but the mighty Kor'kron troops are one of the most famous troops in Azeroth.

These battle-tested orc veterans are indifferent like walking steel, which is daunting.

"Yes!"

Garrosh looked at the defensive Vrykul on the stone steps with some disapproval, and finally gritted his teeth, turned the blood-stained battle axe back behind him, and turned to the quiet battlefield behind him.

The old orc held the spine battle axe in his hand with both hands, and moved his ten fingers. Blood-red anger rose from under his feet, quickly enveloping him, and after entering the state of anger control, Sarufa Yee didn't have the same red eyes as the younger generation. On the contrary, his eyes were still as bright as before.

This means that even under extreme anger, he can still use his steely will to maintain his due rationality.

Under the pointed helmet of the Navic official, a mocking smile appeared. He opened the iron bow in his hand and provocatively shot an iron arrow as thick as a child's arm at King Safaruul.

"boom"

The roaring iron arrow was directly hit by a fist. The next moment, the rocks under Saurfang’s feet shattered, and the old orc’s body was melted into the anger, like a crazy storm of anger, on the ground. Dragging a long shadow, holding the battle axe in both hands and dragging it behind him, with his arms and the oblique body, it hit the thick shields like a meteor.

"Snapped"

The 4-meter-high body of the Vrykul warrior who was hit in the center was as if it had been hit by a siege hammer. He flew backwards. There were cracks in the heavy shield, and the old orc's body stopped in place. , Like a blood-colored nail, nailed among the defensive row of Vrykul warriors.

The other Vrykul held their spears and slashed at him with their long knives, but just before those weapons fell on Safarul, the battle axe in the hands of the old orc was in the air under the blessing of great power. It passed a 270° cyclone.

It was like a blood-red lightning appearing in the air, all the weapons that were touched were chopped up, and the fragments of the shield were scattered around Safaruul, and the roar of those Vrykul was abruptly smashed back into the stomach by this blow.

Chop! This is a cut that almost produced perfect results. After cutting off those weapons, the old orc opened his mouth and roared like a bell. The sound waves visible to the naked eye blasted to every Vrykul around. In the ears, their attack was suspended for a moment.

Deterrent roar!

Then another blood-colored halo bloomed beside Saurfang, like a whistling whistling wind spinning out of thin air. When it stopped, the three closest Vrykul standing beside Saurfang shot from the legs. The corpse whose abdomen was chopped off fell to the ground.

Whirlwind!

The smelly and scorching blood covered every step of the stairs around him. The weapon of the Vrykul officer who was roaring and rushing up was smashed by Saurfang with a battle axe and jumped from the ground, with the battle axe in his hand following him. His neck, chest, and abdomen were chopped off all the way, and the unpretentious blow directly produced the effect of beheading.

When Saurfang landed, the Vrykul official in heavy armor was almost cut into two pieces by his armour.

The corpse he fell to the ground did not even allow Saurfang to stay for a second. The veteran warrior's martial arts were not amazing, not even as thrilling as when Garrosh wielded Gorehowl, but it was just this unpretentious. The martial arts, but easily broke through the defensive battle array that made Garrosh helpless.

He is like a war knife that can be polished by time. The magnificent spikes and decorations have been polished away, but it is precisely in this way that he becomes more and more sharp. When he is unsheathed, any weapon has to retreat. Opponents will be terrified.

This is the deterrent power of high-ranking fighters!

At this moment, he won combat skills for the Kor'kron warriors who charged behind him. Under the leadership of Saurfang who started charging again, the tall and elite Vrykul warriors were almost In an instant, he was divided by a chaotic knife.

These veterans who survived cruel wars again and again can find the most suitable combat method for them almost without deliberate command. In less than five minutes, the passage to the top level was completely opened.

Saurfang cut the lock of the last gate with an axe. After kicking it open, he rushed in. As a result, a golden spear rushed towards him, almost breaking the speed of sound, and the old orc subconsciously slashed it with an axe. , The battle axe mixed with anger broke the golden spear open, and shattered it like a bamboo.

And until this time, Saurfang could see the creature in front of him clearly. It was a creature he hadn't seen before. It was a woman with a wing helmet and a golden spear, like a Vrykul, but a spirit body. There is a pair of heavy light wings behind her, and her whole body is shining with golden luster, looking like an angel in the legend of mankind.

Just looking at the appearance, there is almost no relationship with the undead.

"who are you?"

Safarul held the battle axe and looked at the creature in front of her warily. Although she was noble, what she was doing had nothing to do with her holy appearance. Behind this guy was a large one, which was igniting blue. In the furnace of flames, the souls visible to the naked eye are being drawn from the furnace by her and poured into the rows of thick sarcophagi.

The toes of the golden Val'kyr touched the ground, she looked at Safarul, and finally spoke, her voice hoarse and low.

"Shivana, you can call me the Valkyrie, please leave here! You and Arthas's grievances I have no intention of intervening, don't disturb me."

Saurfang glanced at the soul-infused corpses again, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"This... leave it to your evil master, you disgusting creature!"

"Huh"

The old orc charged again, and the murderous aura brought by the blood-red anger reduced the temperature here a lot, but his words seemed to irritate the guy who claimed to be the "valkyrie" in front of him, at the moment when Saurfang charged. , Her body also turned into a light and shadow, the golden spear in her hand and Saurfang's battle axe slashed together, making a deafening sound.

Shivana’s cold voice also sounded amidst the crashing sound that made the scalp numb.

"He is not my master! Stupid militant creature, get out of here!"

Saurfang's response was also murderous, "Then you have to beat me first!"

"boom!"

Two figures, one red and one gold, retreated to both sides, and a sonic boom appeared at the point of impact just now. The next moment, the two guys crashed into each other even more crazily.

The golden light pierced the top building of Yalebron, making this cold fortress almost full of hot light at this moment, but the blood-red anger mixed in it was like a big net, killing it. Deadly bound in the battlefield.

Saurfang’s combat power is fully deployed, he charges with glory, and kills him to death. Every blow will dim the light on the golden creature’s body, but every blow he strikes will be equally ubiquitous. The golden spear pierced through the body, this was not just a collision of combat skills between the two sides.

This is more like the collision of the will of two powerful creatures!

See who collapses first!

Garrosh and Delanos were cleaning the battlefield. When the golden light filled the cold sky of Yalebron, they invariably stopped their work, and Jorin ran out of the basement out of breath. Shouted loudly,

"I feel the grumpy energy at the top! Overlord may need help! That's a very powerful guy, I feel it!"

"go!"

Delanos picked up two war knives from the ground and rushed towards the top. Garrosh and Jorin followed him, but the moment they rushed up the top stairs, the entire wall was in an instant. It collapsed, and Safaruul's roar made the three guys' complexions drastically changed, but the next moment, a golden shadow flew out of the battlefield, smashing the three boys to the ground.

It was a golden Valkyrie with a wing helmet, wearing a golden battle armor, and a pair of light wings behind it. It looked like a spirit body, but it had a physical body.

At this time, she was miserable to the extreme, the ubiquitous golden light on her body had dimmed, and the light wings on her back had become weak and weak, and the golden spear in her hand had been broken by a third from the top. On the armor of her abdomen, a clear fist print was printed there.

The three guys looked up. In the golden mist that had not yet dissipated, King Saurfang's body was squatting. His battle axe had been completely shattered, and the fragments were sprinkled in the blood on the surrounding ground. Old Orc Stroking the pillar, the whole body was full of blood, but there was a trace of comfort after the battle in his eyes.

"Ah! You are here! Tie her up and send it to the Paladins. They will be interested!"

The old orc gritted his teeth and said,

"Come back with something good, and tell the soldiers, we won!"

"The road to the Dragonblight Wilderness has been opened! Tomorrow morning, we will leave for Angatha Camp!"