Chapter 255: Battle of Quel'Thalas

Chapter 255 The Battle of Quel'Thalas

Gul'dan's research on the rune stone went well, and he came up with a new method of using the rune stone from the detailed information sent back by the warlocks.

"Altar of Storms?"

Orgrim was puzzled when he heard Gul'dan and Cho'gall's request. Gul'dan also knew that the warchief didn't know much about magic, so he explained it to him in detail.

"This storm altar built with the runestones of Quel'Thalas can strengthen the ogres under Cho'gall. As long as the arcane energy in the runestones is injected into the ogres through the ancient hanging ritual, these ogres can evolve. A two-headed ogre with higher intelligence and the ability to cast spells."

Orgrim's expression changed when he heard the words, and only after hearing Gul'dan's words did he remember the powerful two-headed ogres he encountered when the Horde army captured the Overhanging Fort.

After thinking about it for a while, Orgrim agreed to Gul'dan and Cho'gall's request, "Okay! Then you will build this storm altar, but hurry up, we don't have much time, and the alliance's pursuit force should be about to catch up." up."

"Your will, Warchief."

Having obtained permission, Gul'dan showed a triumphant smile at the corner of his mouth when he bent down. With the two-headed ogre, he can find a chance to start implementing his next plan.

Under the gaze of the five legions, Cho'gall stood on the Altar of Storms, and began to infuse his ogres with arcane energy according to the ancient hanging ritual he learned from the Gorian Empire.

While Orgrim was watching the ceremony curiously, Gul'dan also began to make preparations for the next step. He recruited Talon Gorefiend, and told him where the various artifacts he had learned from Medivh's memory were kept. he.

"If you have the opportunity in the future, you can recover these powerful artifacts. They should provide great convenience for the Burning Legion's invasion in the future."

"yes…"

Taron Gorefiend's eyes flashed red, and on the surface he bowed his head respectfully and agreed, but Gul'dan didn't know what the death knight was thinking.

As the rune stones were chopped and desecrated, the Bandinoril barrier that had covered the entire northern part of Eversong Forest for thousands of years finally lost its effect, and the death knights and witch doctors also regained their spellcasting ability again.

Orgrim checked the surroundings and prepared to march with Zul'jin who was already extremely excited. However, the moment the barrier dissipated, the great chief immediately saw the high elves who had already set up an army formation and waited for them. The five main armies.

"Morning Vanguard Legion, charge!"

Following the order of the deputy commander, Baron Sangunar, the flag of the Morning Herald Legion fluttered, and the knights headed by the regiment leader Liadrin rode the tall Quel'dorei war horses before the tribe could react. The time has already rushed in front of them.

"The Light is with us!"

Liadrin yelled, and a very strong holy light radiated from her whole body. With the echo of the surrounding paladins, the entire cavalry legion ruthlessly pierced into the tribe's camp like a golden arrow.

The unprepared tribe was immediately turned upside down by the knights' surprise attack. To make matters worse, the loud crowing of eagles came from the rear of the tribe at this time. At this time, Charlemagne had already met Turalyon's army from the rear. Tribal double-teaming.

Orgrim looked at the army rushing out from the rear with a look of disbelief, "How is it possible? We clearly checked the rear before we broke up the camp, why..."

Gul'dan also looked a little annoyed, "It seems that when we focused on the rune stone, we ignored the arcane energy fluctuations behind. These guys should be hidden under the wide-area concealment spell..."

While Gul'dan and Orgrim were still annoyed that they were not cautious enough, the mixed air force team in the rear had already rushed towards the red dragons.

After the Sunstrider, Wildhammer Gryphon Knights, and Skyhorn tribe's air troops were joined together, the number of air troops was already extremely large. Even the adult red dragons flying in the sky couldn't help but show surprise, but in the case of the Dragonmaw Under the command of the people, they still can only lead most of the young dragons who have no knights to the top.

Orgrim was extremely annoyed at this time, not to mention that he was calculated to launch a wave of surprise attacks. Just when he was about to kill the leading female knight himself, a familiar locking feeling behind him forced him to turn around and face the attack. threat.

"Clang!"

Orgrim fended off the incoming arrows with Doomhammer, smacked his lips in displeasure and shouted, "Tsk! It feels like you were the one who sneaked up on me last time, right?!"

The fangs at the corners of the great chief's mouth had completely burst out, and he looked at the elf with a scar on his face two hundred meters away with a ferocious face.

Although the scar that ran through the entire right side of his face ruined his original handsome appearance, compared with the surrounding compatriots, this scar added a touch of bravery to this heroic elf.

Charlemagne didn't stop, and continued to pull Thoridar's bowstring to shoot out aimed shots with different trajectories in the form of multiple arrows, while laughing and taunting, "It's me, Chief Orgrim, look Get up, the meeting gift I gave you last time did not satisfy you, we are really rude as the host of Azeroth."

"Very good! You sharp-mouthed elf boy, I must take off your head and hang it on my black stone banner!"

Recalling the original humiliation, Orgrim gripped his Doom Hammer, and immediately launched a charge and rushed towards Charlemagne.

A light side cloth dodged Orgrim's straight-line advance, and Charlemagne did not forget to reach out to stop Turalyon from asking for help.

"Turayang, this is a rare opportunity. You first lead your cavalry to charge the tribe from the rear. I will let other troops cooperate with you and provide support. Leave this guy to me temporarily!"

Turayang is also a battle-hardened person. When he was studying next to Lothar, he quickly learned the various troop-leading skills and command arts of the alliance commander. He knew that this time was indeed an assault. Best time for orcs.

Turayang reined in his horse and replied loudly, "I see, Earl Theron, please be careful, Orgrim is not easy to deal with!"

At this time, Charlemagne had already taken out the Eagle Spear for melee and was confronting Orgrim about ten steps away. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he said, "Don't worry about me, even if you can't kill him, it's fine to protect yourself." Yes, just call me Charlemagne, we are old acquaintances after all, right?"

"Haha! Well, Charlemagne, let's go to the tavern for a drink if we have a chance. I have a lot of doubts about the high elves and I want to know, please!"

Tulayang changed his words quickly, and immediately led his Silver Hand Knights into the tribe's position from behind.

The attacks made most of the tribe's soldiers panic. At this time, Gul'dan didn't care to hide his clumsiness. He and Cho'gall, together with all the warlocks, ogres, and sorcerers in the tribe now, confronted Turalyon's attack. The Paladins unleashed dull-colored Shadowbolts and a series of colorful curses.

Of course, the mages of the high elves would not allow their allies to be attacked by spells. The mages brought by the five legions and Charlemagne launched counterattacks against these mages, such as fireball, frostbolt, and arcane missiles. At the same time, some mages also lifted the curse for Tulayan and others who were charging.

"Hmph! As expected of the magical kingdom of Quel'Thalas, with so many mages and the attack power of this spell, it's really hard to deal with!"

The number of spellcasters was obviously at a disadvantage. In addition, the high elves were backed by the Sunwell, and the spellcasters led by Gul'dan had been gradually suppressed. This made the old warlock think of catching the thief first, and he quickly locked in a goal.

"Although it looks a little different from the appearance of the high elves, but I will use you as the knife!"

Gul'dan's chosen target was the nightborn magister Crysha, and the Arcanist at the peak of the 8th ring was very eye-catching even among the high elves with many mages.

"Chick!"

Krisha swung her staff and used the arcane barrier to block the miserable green chaotic arrows cast by Gul'dan, and said with a cold face, "Hmph! Treat me like a persimmon? It's not so easy to make your wish come true!"