Chapter 448 (1/2)
When Lothar left, Anyang lowered his head and put his eyes on Medivh.
At this last moment, the guardian is so weak that he is no longer as powerful as he once was.
At this time, he was just a poor old man.
Regret and sorrow mingled in his heart, making his mood at this time particularly complex.
In the process of murmuring and moving the incantation, a line of tears flowed from his eyes with pure blue arcane energy, slowly flowing down his old cheek, like telling the half god's twilight, and the last guardian's sadness.
Until he no longer has the strength, the voice quietly disappears, the eyes also dim down.
Anyang takes a deep breath. I don't know if it's joy or sorrow.
From this moment on, all the knowledge in this tower belongs to him!
Whether it's Lordaeron, Stormwind, night elves, or tirisfah, it's hard to fight with him.
The warrior did not defeat his power, but the mage was too weak to resist his sniping.
It is from this moment that the fight between human beings and orcs, whether King Ryan will die, who will win the duel between Durotan and Guldan, whether Lothar will become the Regent of Azeroth, the future of orcs and a series of other things, as long as he doesn't want to care, are all irrelevant to him.
He just need to slowly learn the knowledge here is enough!
These are the most precious to him. Whether it is to improve his power system, make him stronger, or improve his power system, add another magic to his empire in science and technology and magic, and make the civilization system created by him more brilliant, the knowledge contained in this tower is an indispensable and important resource.
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The other side.
The honor duel called makgora is still going on!
Gul'dan suddenly punched with green light, and a faint wind could be heard in the air.
”Bang!”
It was a firm blow on Durotan, and it drove him back and forth.
It was when Gul'dan took advantage of the pursuit and established the battle situation at one stroke, he stopped, as if he sensed something, looked back in amazement, but saw that the green light around the dark door had disappeared, which proved that Azeroth and Delano had lost their connection.
”Roar!”
Gul'dan suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and roared, his tusks trembling on his lips.
”What's the matter?”
The orcs around him also followed his eyes and looked back, and there was a sudden uproar.
Without the dark gate, Draenor's Orc army would not have been able to reach Azeroth. Without follow-up assistance, when the human response came, their leading force could no longer be the enemy of the whole Azeroth.
If it is true that the orc troops on this side are not only at a disadvantage, the orcs far away in Draenor's desolate world will also have a very difficult life. After all, their purpose here is to find a new home suitable for survival, which can no longer live in the original world.
It can be said that this door is about their fate, and also about the fate of the entire Orc tribe!
At this time, Durotan seized the opportunity and rushed to Guldan with a roar. He who seized the stupefied God was a blow!
The sound of fist and body contact was endless. Gul'dan was hit by this continuous heavy blow and fell back and forth. He finally opened his eyes and looked at Durotan. However, he saw that the young chief was injured, biting his teeth and pounding at him, as if exerting all his strength.
Almost at the same time, King Ryan, who was far above the valley, rode his horse and stared at it, his eyes flickering as if he was making a decision.
He held back the attack when the dark door was lit. It was his great trust in Durotan. This trust even bet on the life of Stormwind, the expeditionary army and so many captured civilians. Fortunately, he had been observing the front. Durotan had been holding Guldan in check, so that he could not have the dark door!
Up to now, he doesn't know why the dark door is closed, but he can't help it.
Now is the best time to attack!
King Ryan slowly drew the sword of the royal family beside his birth and pointed to the front: ”we have the frost wolf clan as our comrades, as well as the shields and swords in our hands. Now let's rescue those captives. We will release our people, and we will defeat these invaders!”
He even ignored Durotan, who was fighting with Gul'dan with honor. He pointed his sword forward, rode his horse forward, and shouted, ”we can win this war. Now, charge!”
For a time, a whole elite army hidden in the woods and behind the hillside rushed up and down again.
The Knights galloped their horses, the swords were raised high, the soldiers raised their heavy shields to defend and strike forward, and their hands had touched the dwarf firearm at their waist. They were like a torrent of steel, launching a magnificent charge to the orc camp in the cursed land.
The high level of orcs was completely immersed in this wonderful duel, as if they were pushed to the edge of the war.Different from the confrontation between the two sides in the original scenario, in this confrontation, the human army has taken the lead in the first place, and because Medivh has been killed by Anyang and kadega, no one is responsible for getting through the passage of Azeroth and Delano, the orcs will be left alone and the dark gate that has been painstakingly built will be temporarily reduced to furnishings, and there will never be a continuous stream The orc army is coming out!
Originally, the battle of the human army to save the assault became a decisive battle!
Originally at a disadvantage, they have the capital to face the orcs!
”Rush!”
”Kill the invaders!”
”For Azeroth!”
The cry of the shaking sky is accompanied by the rumbling footsteps. Like the earthquake, the grass and trees are trembling.
In the middle of the camp, Gul'dan was wounded all over. He managed to get rid of Durotan's attack. When he saw this scene, he was stunned. He looked at Durotan, who was opposite to him, and said in a deep voice, ”chief, you lead the human beings to attack the orcs?”
”No, I just want to kill you. Only when you are dead can the orcs have a future!”
Guldenton breathed heavily, his arms shook, and the turbulent evil energy immediately rose behind him, rolling and sweeping, gathering into a dark green light cloud: ”blow the war horn, all the orcs, prepare to fight, and beat these weak human head-on!”
The orcs, who were standing around, realized that the situation was critical. They could not care about makgora, and turned to run behind them. There are those who call on the clansmen to prepare for the battle against the human army, those who blow the horn of war, and those who wear plate armour and weapons to rush directly to the front line of the battlefield.
Soon, the orcs formed a savage torrent to rush in the direction of the human army.
The two sides collided in the center, and there was a fierce spark.