"Ao Ao Ao"

The wild roar resounded through the dead Karazan, and the huge black shadows moved back and forth quickly in the ruins, like a lonely wolf foraging. He waved the claws in his hand, and every time the figure jumped, it would bring a touch of scorching blood.

Most of the orcs who followed Naozu were wolf cavalry of the Thunder King clan. They needed to use the help of wolf mounts to exert their strongest combat power. As infantry combat, they were not stronger than other clans.

But Neozu and Fenris had already broken into Karazan and needed them to block the ghosts of these mobs here, so the orc warriors died for their own world.

But soon, they discovered that this group of mobs was not easy to deal with, such as the monster in front of them!

He has a human body, but he is taller than an orc. He is wearing a blue shirt, but his whole body is covered with gray mane. The tops of his ten fingers are sharp claws like daggers. Every time his recurved legs bounce, he can take the lead in the battlefield. The wolf-like head on his neck makes the orcs feel weird and fearful.

This is a werewolf... a monster that only appears in myths and legends.

"For Medivh! For Karazan! For the glory of the master!"

The werewolf's eyes were red, and they were obviously trapped in some crazy desire to kill. He screamed and roared, and among the orcs restrained by other ghosts, he wanted to stir up a storm of blood. Soon, the most powerful werewolf in Karazan was no longer satisfied with killing these ordinary orcs. It jumped down from the broken platform on the second floor, and its interlaced claws cut the necks of the two orcs blocking the road in front of him.

It squatted on the ground, stuck out its tongue, licked the blood on its paws, and placed its eyes on the Death Knight Draenei who was slapping the hammer and slapping the ghost. It could easily tell that this woman, Death Knight, was the leader of these orcs.

"Swish"

The werewolf's figure jumped up from the ground and grabbed Erill's back.

"Hahaha! I'm a big bad wolf! Run! Little girl, run!"

He laughed wildly and waved his claws, as if he had seen the scene of the tall Draenei's human head in his eyes, but as he approached Eril, the death energy wrapped around the Death Knight's body exploded, and the cold frost wrapped around Eril's body like a storm. The physical snowflakes and white frost instantly covered the werewolf's body surface, making his attack move distorted.

"Miscellaneous! Get out!"

Iriel's hooves were raised high and hit the ground like a cannonball. The broken stones were trampled at this moment. The shock waves brought about by the attacking ghosts repelled several steps. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Iriel held the warhammer with both hands, and she let out a hoarse battle cry. At the moment when her body turned back, the huge force brought by her arms, in the flash of blood runes, harshly knocked the warhammer to the chest of the werewolf who was trying to attack.

"boom"

The werewolf flew back faster, even with its unusual body, after being subjected to this violent blow, his sternum moved abnormally. He was almost smashed into the gravel wall behind him. The blow that gathered the energy of death completely defeated the werewolf's defense. The scorching blood bursting in the air was absorbed by the shining runes on the warhammer, forming a layer of blood-colored shield on the surface of Irel's body.

"I want to defeat me like this?"

The Draenei sarcastically mocked her. She didn't even look back at the coma wolf. She turned around and waved the war hammer and smashed the sword cut by the approaching ghost hunter Attumen. In the shadow behind her, Morros' figure appeared silently. The two daggers in her hand stabbed Eriel's neck, one left and one right. The cruelty didn't look like the guy who fought for the first time.

Obviously, Medivh's housekeeper is also very skilled while being able to manage Karazan things skillfully.

"clang"

The interlaced dagger was blocked by the tail swinged by Eriel. It was sharp and poisonous blade slapped on the protection of the tail's triangular cone. Sparks splashed, making the sneak attack meaningless. But Morros did not retreat. He flipped his wrist and stubbornly stabbed the dagger in his hand towards Eriel's body.

"Come here, midnight! Let's rush this group of mobs to pieces!"

In front of the Death Knight, the silent hunter Atummen shouted, and he rode on the tall armored war horse, and rushed towards the attacked Iriel like a knight.

"die!"

"clang"

When Morros's fatal blow fell beside Eriel, it was easily lifted by a sudden thorny blade wheel. At the moment Morros was stunned, three green daggers appeared from the shadow and pierced into his chest like sharp arrows. The impact force rushed Morros' body away. He fell to the ground, and the shadow-like knife wheel fell from the sky, almost rubbing Morros' rotten cheeks and chopping into the stones.

"Hahaha, there are really two brushes."

A silver bell-like laughter sounded in the chaotic battlefield at the moment, which made people creepy. Morros, who had survived death, grabbed the dagger and jumped up quickly. Three daggers were still inserted into his chest, but he was also a dead person, and his heart was not fatal.

In front of the Assassin Butler's eyes, the figure of the Blood Watcher tore the shadows to pieces, the bright red armor that was painted like blood, the bright red blade cloak, and the cold eyes under the weird owl helmet made Morros grab the weapon, and he felt a fatal threat.

"Are you an intruder too?"

As soon as Morros finished speaking, the watcher in front of him disappeared from the spot. He almost subconsciously turned around, and the daggers intertwined in front of him.

"Clam"

Sparks were splashing, and the sharp knife wheel shining from behind was less than half a finger away from his neck. If Morros was still alive, he would have been sweating coldly at this time.

"Clang"

On the other side, facing the crazy charge of Attumen, who was rushing forward, Eriel threw down the warhammer. She gritted her teeth and raised her hands. The powerful power of the Draenei people and the body soaked by the huge power of death were blocked on the road of the war horse's charge without dodging at this moment. The Death Knight's arm was hit hard, and the stones under her feet quickly shattered backwards. The body of the Death Knight was almost crazily backed by the war horse.

But Yiriel was not defeated. On the contrary, the huge force coming from her made the speed of Attumen and his war horse charge slow down little by little until the moment the horse could not maintain its power. Yiriel grabbed the neck of the tall death war horse in front of her with both hands, and dark red energy burst out from around her body. The solid ice gathered in the body of the Death Knight, bringing her explosive power.

"I am the Knight of the Dark Blade!"

"Bang"

"I am Tyreon's tyrant!"

"Bang"

"I'm...Yerel!"

"Clang"

During the last swing, the man and horse were united in front of him, and the ghost knight, who was more than 3 meters tall. This huge figure covered with heavy armor was raised from the ground. In the terrified neigh of the death war horse, the man and horse were thrown to the ground. The dust splashed around like a storm. Atumen, the death hunter with the most skilled martial arts skill in Karazanri, was thrown into a dizzy way. He shook his head and wanted to get up.

"Bang"

Eriel's cold hooves stepped on the death hunter's chest. Her broken hand armor hooked, and the crystal warhammer in the distance quickly returned to her hand in the grip of death. The cold-looking Delaney Death Knight grabbed the warhammer with both hands, raised the weapon high, and then suddenly swung it down.

"Click"

The head of Attumen's flattened flew into the center of the battlefield in the stinking and rotten blood. In the midnight unwilling roar of the death war horse, Attumen's favorite, unwilling roar, the war horse stood up from the ground, and amid the dust splashing, the tall black shadow rode on the red war horse that originally belonged to Attumen.

The loser loses everything, the winner takes everything, this is the privilege of the winner!

When Iriel rushed into the battlefield at midnight, the morale of the Karazan Rebel Army almost plummeted. Under the leadership of Iriel and the Death Knights, the orcs with heavy casualties roared and reacted and fought back, and soon dispersed the group of ghosts who had lost their leader.

They screamed and fled into the ruins of Karazan, representing that Karazan's first resistance was completely disintegrated.

Seeing Eriel swept the battlefield with unquestionable strength, Assassin Butler Morros realized that failure was coming. When he couldn't escape, the bloody watcher was like a cat teasing a mouse. Every time Morros wanted to escape, he would be forced back to the battlefield by a fierce offensive. Both sides were like dancing a deadly dance move, and the rhythm was firmly in the hands of the watcher.

"Yo, Terion's little pet is doing well... It seems that I can't play anymore, so the game... is over!"

The blood watcher waved his cloak, and the sharp blades inlaid on the cloak swept around like a sharp blade storm. In this storm of the blade, Morros struggled to resist. At the moment when the blade storm subsided, in Morros' wide eyes, like the light of death that appeared everywhere, the thorny wheel that broke through the shadow passed through his neck.

"puff"

The headless corpse hit the ground full of corpses like collapsed wood. The smoothly cut head rotated several times in the air and hit the battlefield, just in time to collide with the hunter Atumen's flattened head.

"I don't remember Mr. Terion said that you will join the battlefield too..."

Iriel, who was riding on the midnight saddle of war horses, looked down at the blood watcher leaning against the pillar with Morros' dagger, trimming his nails with his fingernails. Draeney's death knight had a perky nose moved, and she said in a hoarse voice:

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Faced with this unconcealed hostility, Nasa bounced her fingers and said languidly:

"I just came and saw the heroic posture of Terion's pet who first stepped into the battlefield, to see if you were scared and trembled all over."

The adjective "little pet" made the dark red light in Yirell's eyes jump, and she asked disdainfully:

"Did you see it now?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good, I haven't let the attention of Terion on you."

Nasa straightened her body, stretched out her exaggerated laziness, put on the blood-red hand armor again, and then changed her subject:

"I lied to you... Look, of course I'm here to carry out the mission. Look, Terion gave me a secret mission, but didn't tell you, Eriel, you are obviously not a trustworthy object in his heart. He is guarding against you, listen to me... Loyalty is a good thing, but occasionally you need to use your brain."

"Put your lowly provocation and disagreement, Nasa, Mr. Terion has more than ten times more trust in me than you!"

Iriel rolled over and dismounted and threw the reins to the Death Knight behind her. She strode into the entrance leading to the depths of Karazan with a warhammer on her back. As she passed by Nasa, Iriel suddenly lowered her voice:

"That night, your hoarse begging for mercy was heard by many people... How about it? I guess the feeling of being punished is good, right?"

"Shut up!"

After the scandal was revealed, Nasa's voice became colder, her fingers bounced on the handle of the knife wheel, and her eyes under the owl's helmet also became colder, but Eriel was not scared, she had all the emotions, and death made her stronger, her eyes blinked, and said in a cold voice:

"You are the poor mouse who can only hide in the dark and peep at others. Everyone hates you. Samaruo asked me to kill you more than once... But you are the shadow of Mr. Terion after all, and in the shadow you can't see, Ms. Lumi's arrows are always pointing at your head... Look, she has been disliked by you for a long time."

Like an old friend, Iriel reached out and patted Nasa on the shoulder. She whispered in Nasa's ear:

"Ha, do you think you are free? Don't be stupid. If Mr. Terion hadn't protected you, Nasa, your bad character would have caused you a fatal disaster, at least three times!"

As he spoke, Yiriel suddenly stretched out his cold little tongue and licked Nasa's wounds that had not healed yet. This action made the blood watcher's body stiffen in place.

"Don't think that you are alive for granted, and don't think that the Knights of the Blade cannot live without you. Look at you, you are like a childish child! I'm not threatening you, but I want to tell you what Mr. Terion won't tell you... For us, loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely unfaithful!"

"And if you fail, betray you will be unpardoned! I don't want to chase you all over the world one day. The watcher of the Anblade, please do it yourself!"
Chapter completed!