Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Sci-fi -> Infinite Heroic Soul Throne

Diablo 2 Chapter 90 The Destruction of the Tribe

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    readx; "Who are you?" Orgrimmar, in the camp of Warchief Thrall, Thrall, Kane, and Vol'jin stood together, looking solemnly at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in the tent.  Although the current Orgrimmar is not the main city of the orcs in the future, it can only be regarded as a relatively large camp at best. Although Rexxar's expedition to Theramore took away a lot of troops, resulting in the camp's defense requirements  I'm a lot more relaxed than usual, but you can't just walk in with a swagger!  But under the noses of the three leaders of the tribe, the blood elf in front of them walked in so easily. The orcs guarding the door of the camp seemed to have not seen anything unusual at this time, and did not even say anything.  .  "Who am I?" Touching his chin gently, the blood elf boy said with a troubled look on his face: "I thought I was quite famous, but I didn't expect that there are still people who don't know me!"  The young man blinked and looked at the orc, "Thall, speaking of which, you should have met me before. Why don't you remember me?" Thrall was stunned. The blood elf opposite had a very outstanding appearance and temperament.  It's very unique. If you've seen it before, you won't recognize it!  However, standing next to Thrall, Wojin looked at the person coming up and down, his expression suddenly changed, he pulled out the javelin from behind, and started shouting loudly.  "With long golden hair, blood-colored armor, and strange-colored eyes, you are Kael'thas! Kael'thas? Sunstrider!" At the same time, Thrall and Bloodhoof's faces were slightly condensed, and their minds began to recall.  The rumors about the blood elf prince that they had seen before were instantly connected with the people in front of them. Without hesitation, the two of them reached for their respective weapons.  In fact, Mo Wen's appearance was easy to recognize. The three of them just didn't expect that one of the alliance's top commanders would appear here alone, so they subconsciously didn't think about it.  Looking at the three Sal people who were facing a formidable enemy, Mo Wen, who was standing opposite, shrugged nonchalantly, "Don't be nervous, although we don't have much time. But it's not enough!" However, this didn't happen.  To calm the three of them down, their muscles tightened up, and then Sal took a deep breath and took a step forward.  Said: "Honorable Blood Elf Prince, I wonder what you are here for? If I remember correctly, we should be in a hostile position now! Of course, if you come with the sincerity of peace, then  Our tribe still welcomes you!" So far.  Thrall still doesn't understand that their intelligence work is in trouble. Since the blood elf prince is here, the Alliance's army may have arrived long ago. They are not dispatching ships in Lordaeron to prepare to cross the sea as they thought before.  , the situation of the entire war was uncontrollably tilted towards the Alliance side, so at this time, facing Mo Wen who was alone, Thrall's tone was also very gentle, and at the same time, he was subconsciously worried about attacking Serra.  Model Lexa.  While Thrall and Mo Wen were talking, Bloodhoof glanced at Wojin who was standing aside, and the latter immediately understood.  He lightly touched Mo Wen's back, not knowing whether it was to block Mo Wen's retreat, or to ask for help from the tribal army outside the camp.  Although Mo Wen noticed Wo Jin's small movements, he didn't pay attention at all. His eyes were fixed on Sal, like a farmer looking at the rice fields about to be harvested.  "I'm here to get back what belongs to me!" Looking at the confused Sal, Mo Wen smiled softly and curled his fingers.  The next moment, Sal, who was standing in front of Mo Wen, felt an unprecedented sharp pain suddenly hit him. It felt as if his head was about to explode.  "¡ª¡ªAh!" Covering his head.  Sal knelt on one knee, and a dazzling piece of light flew out of its head and fell directly into Mo Wen's hands.  "Thal!"*2 Bloodhoof and Vol'jin, who was moving, were startled at the same time, and hurried to Thrall's side to protect him firmly.  The originally heroic chief of the tribe turned pale at this time.  He could only stretch out his fingers tremblingly, point at Mo Wen and say: "He, he" Although they didn't understand what happened, Xuetho and Wo Jin looked at each other and subconsciously rushed towards Mo Wen.  come over.  No matter how weird the magic is, killing the caster directly is the fastest way.  The two of them swept together like a whirlwind, and at this moment the old Kane.  The movement is even one point faster than that of Woking in his prime.  "Ha!" Following the angry roar of the Tauren Chief, the elements from heaven and earth gathered over one after another, lingering on the rune spear in its hand, and moved towards it with unstoppable power.?Smell the stab coming.  Mo Wen was carefully looking at the soul fragment in his hand, and his eyes lit up when he saw the blow from Blood Hoof.  "It's a good move. The shaman's inheritance is indeed unique!" Then Mo Wen waved his hands, and the water vapor in the air instantly condensed into ice. In just the blink of an eye, ice walls appeared directly on the  She stood in front of him and protected him firmly.     boom!  boom!  boom!  The sharp rune spear penetrated Mo Wen's condensed ice wall layer by layer, but its own strength also continued to slow down, and finally stopped behind the last ice wall, nailing it to death.  Looking at the fragmented and crumbling ice wall, but it did not fall down, Blood Hooves sighed slightly, and there was a trace of unwillingness and dejection in his heart. After all, it was old. If it was young, it would definitely be able to take this  Several layers of ice walls were shattered with one blow, but then this dejection was suppressed in the bottom of my heart. Now is not the time to think about these things.  "¡ª¡ªHa!" His arms were stretched tightly, and the veins on them burst out. Bloodhoof grabbed his rune spear and twisted it violently.  The cracks in the ice wall that were originally on the verge of breaking in front of it continued to expand, and finally shattered under the brute force of the tauren.  A large amount of ice splashed everywhere like a heavy rain. The fist-sized pieces of ice made the tauren chief bared his teeth, but the latter still roared loudly to the other side regardless.  "Wo'jin, it's up to you!" As if echoing its words, Wo'jin shouted in the broken ice rain, and threw out several green and glowing javelins in his hand, heading straight towards  He bit Mo Wen who was exposed behind the ice wall.  However, facing the vicious and vicious blow, Mo Wen was not as surprised as when he saw Blood Hoof's move before.  "Things that are not on the table!" He stamped his feet hard on the ground, and the next moment, an ice flow that was more powerful than the previous ice wall suddenly gushes out from the ground.     boom!  boom!  boom!  There is almost no resistance.  The javelin thrown by Wojin was directly hit by the outflowing ice spear and rolled back.  "Damn it, why is this kid's magic power so strong?" The joint blow was broken. There was no regret on Xueho's face, but he slightly smacked his tongue.  As a shaman who can communicate with the elements between heaven and earth, it knows exactly what happened just now. Mo Wen simply relied on powerful magic and control to summon the ice, and killed it and Wo Jin's body.  Moves, as a master who can slay dragons and kill nearly ten thousand orcs in one battle.  Being able to do this is not a surprise. In fact, this is not the sure kill that Bloodhoof and Wo'jin expected.  In the icy rain that continued to fall from the sky, a flash of green appeared again, and a javelin tempered with highly poisonous material came around to the back of Mo Wen's head at some point, biting his back silently like a poisonous snake.  .  Ten meters, five meters, three meters away, Mo Wen didn't seem to notice it, and kept looking at the two people standing in front of him.  Two meters, one meter, done!  Seeing that the javelin was about to pierce Mo Wen's body, Blood Hooves and Wo Jin could hardly hold back and cheered, but at this moment they saw a sneer appear on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth.  "So it is something that cannot be put on the table!" A light blue light suddenly appeared in the tent.  Mo Wen didn't see any movement, and an ice wall that was exactly the same as when he intercepted Kane appeared behind his head, and after a crisp sound, the javelin was firmly blocked outside him.  The smiles of Bloodhoof and Wojin froze almost immediately. Although they had prepared for failure, they were still somewhat disappointed when the reality happened. However, they were the strong men who led the clan after all, and they quickly adjusted.  With a good attitude, the rune spear and javelin were aimed at Mo Wen again.  At this time, Sal seemed to have adjusted from the severe pain before, gritting his teeth.  Holding the Doomhammer, he stood side by side with Bloodhoof and Wo'jin.  "What did you do to me?" The chief's face was still very pale at this time, and he asked Mo Wen fiercely, the anger in his eyes was 70% real and 30% fake.  After all, this is the base camp of the orcs, as long as Thrall can delay it for a while.  Then the orcs in the camp will definitely be able to find the problem. When the time comes, the army will continue to pour in. No matter how strong the opponent is, they will never be a match for so many of them, but Thrall himself is not completely faking.  From gladiator to chief of the tribe, Thrall has experienced countless risks.  This was the first time that it was knocked down without even seeing what moves its opponent was using. If Bloodhoof and Wo'jin hadn't happened to be around, the consequences would have been unimaginable.  But listening to Sal's question, Mo Wen became interested and saw?? nodded his nose with his hand and said with a story-telling expression: "Well, this question is a long story. It was about twenty years ago, when the Second War  Before it was opened, I was ordered to go to the Kingdom of Azeroth to investigate the orc invasion. I happened to meet Blackmoore. At that time, you know, he happened to pick up an orc baby. Driven by curiosity, I finally put that  The potion was poured into that baby! That's you, Thrall, now the chief of the tribe!" Mo Wen's story was a bit long. Bloodhoof and Wo'jin listened indifferently, just to buy time. Thrall was not too cautious at first.  I didn't care, but later on I became more and more serious, and finally my two eyebrows condensed into the character 'Chuan'.  It looked at Mo Wen with some uncertainty and asked doubtfully: "You mean you put part of your soul into my body in order to gain my knowledge and power, but how did you know that I would  Who with the current achievements will study the culture of shamans?" Listening to this question, Mo Wen's interest became more and more high, and he said with excitement: "Oh! That's another story, do you know the guardian dragon?  Hit¡ª¡ª" However, at this moment, the elder Xueho frowned and shouted directly to Sal: "No, he is stalling for time, there is something wrong with the situation!" Sal was stunned for a moment and looked at him.  Bloodhoof was a little confused as to what was going on, and Vol'jin next to him was also confused.  But Mo Wen, who was opposite him, had a frightened look on his face, curled his lips and said, "Aren't you guys stalling for time too?" But then Sal reacted and rushed out of the camp regardless of the situation.  It was just faster than it. Mo Wen dodged and already stopped at the door.  "Since you have discovered it, I don't have to hide it anymore!" Mo Wen gently snapped his fingers.  The next moment the surrounding environment changed.  The original tranquility of the night was instantly replaced by the sound of killing. Surrounding the tent, there was a dazzling red light everywhere, the color of rising flames.  It could be seen even through a layer of cloth, and the scorching temperature even made the ground turn red.  At this time, through the door curtain blocked by Mo Wen, a huge python could be faintly seen entangled outside the entire chief's camp, its head held high and hissing, while several anxious-looking orcs kept trying to rush in from all angles.  But he was blocked back again and again, and in the end he could only shout unwillingly over and over again outside, trying to get in touch with the inside.  "Chief Thrall, the Alliance is coming! Come out quickly!" "Human! Those guys from the Human race are here! There are also blood elves and dwarves!" "We have been surrounded, Chief, what should we do!" "Actually, this is  It¡¯s just a simple little illusion. Since I can prevent people outside from seeing what¡¯s going on inside, I can also stop people inside from seeing what¡¯s going on outside!¡± Looking at Sal who was gritting his teeth, Mo Wen had a look on his face.  With a hint of color, I flicked it with my fingers.  In the eyes of everyone, the orc who was still diligently standing guard suddenly turned into a stiff corpse lying on the ground.  ¡°Look, it¡¯s very simple!¡± Sixth-level arcana, eternal illusion: Create an illusion with vision, sound, and smell.  Level 7 Arcana, Simulation: Creates an illusion of a creature's clone, but only part of it is real.  "I'm going to kill you!" A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Thrall's eyes were already blood red, and he swung the hammer of destruction and hit Mo Wen's head.  At the same time, Bloodhoof and Vol'jin also rushed up with murderous expressions. You must know that there are not only orcs living in Orgrimmar now, there are also many of their tribesmen here.  Only by killing Mo Wen can they command their own troops and look for a chance of survival.  But the purpose of delaying time has been achieved, and Mo Wen's face changed to another look at this time.  His handsome face was full of murderous intent, and he stared at the three people in front of him with cold eyes.  At some point, a blue-purple ice crystal sword appeared in his hand. Facing Thrall's hammer, the sword suddenly swung.  Like a new rising moon, a blue arc flashed in the sky.  Even the firelight that filled the camp couldn't stop the dazzling blue light.  "Be careful! -" The pupils of Bloodhoof, who was standing next to Thrall, shrank, and he lunged forward, pushing Thrall away.  "What?" He was in the air, and before Sal could question him, his eyes were replaced by a blue sky.  As if the Ice Age was coming, countless icicles poured out crazily along the blue arc, forming a line of tens of meters high and hundreds of meters tall in just an instant.Meter-long icy peaks.  The tent was torn apart in an instant, and everything outside was clearly transmitted.  The sky was already a fiery red. Countless fireballs were roaring from the sky like meteors dragging their long tails. Wherever they landed, there was the roar of explosions and pungent smoke. The gryphon knights were hovering in the sky, red.  The flames were raging between the tents, and the entire camp was like a purgatory. The armies of the three tribes, humans, dwarves, and elves, were shouting and coming from all directions. They held swords in their hands and kept slashing. There were rows of tribal warriors.  They fell down in a row, and the blood underneath them had gathered into a stream.  The hustle and bustle of the night is like a grand bonfire party, but in fact it is a bloodbath of orcs on the naked ground.  However, Thrall did not notice this at this time. Its eyes had been attracted by another thing - blood was slowly flowing on the peak of the icicles. Kane, who had just saved its life, was currently hanging.  On top!  The huge icicle pierced the chest of the Tauren Chief, and at this time, the other party was no longer breathing.  "¡ª¡ªKane!" His lips trembled slightly, but Thrall didn't know what to say at this time. His best friend died in front of him to save him, and the pain of losing Talesa seemed to resurface again.  In front of it, its vision became blurred.  "¡ª¡ªThall!" But at this moment, a harsh and desperate scream came over, waking up Sal ??from his sadness.  The chief turned his head subconsciously, but saw a scene that made his eyes split with rage.  In the sea of ????fire, Wojin jumped desperately and crazily, and a series of huge fireballs continued to bombard it, each one containing amazing magic power.  "¡ª¡ªNo!" Thrall jumped up and rushed toward the source of the flames, trying to save his comrades.  But it was too late. A fireball exploded next to Wojin. The strong impact directly tore off one of his arms and sent his whole body flying out.  In mid-air, Wo'jin could only watch helplessly as another fireball hit him, then the second, then the third, and finally the bursting flames directly swept Wo'jin in, drowning him in the billowing black smoke.  middle.  Without even looking, Thrall knew that Vol'jin was finished.  "You guy!" Holding the warhammer tightly in his hand, Thrall looked at Mo Wen who slowly put his hand away, his eyes were no different from those of wild beasts.  And when he noticed the naked murderous intention, Mo Wen smiled.  To be honest, after the energy attribute reached A+, Mo Wen's strength has steadily entered the first-class level. Relying on the inexhaustible magic power to output firepower, he almost crushed Kane and Wojin.  It has to be said that the pleasure of this kind of wanton catharsis is still very fascinating. At least Mo Wen can't wait for the next round now.  "Sa, come on, Saar, the great chief of the tribe! Let us have the final battle in this flame!" The killing below continued. In the sea of ????fire, Mo Wen was moving towards him like crazy.  The tribal chief laughed, and then slowly opened his arms.  Behind him, accompanied by a whistling sound, countless fireballs flew from all directions again, dragging their long tails and sweeping in.  Flames, killings, harsh laughter, looking at the demon-like figure, Thrall gripped the Doomhammer tightly and charged forward with a roar.  (To be continued.) PS: Thanks to Yiyue Huange, Baozi Coffee, Blue Scholar, I Don¡¯t Wander Around, Baozi Coffee¡¯s monthly pass and 18204541569 for the reward.  
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report