The demon guards might be able to split an Orc apart with brute force, but they would be chopped into meat paste by more Orcs with their shiny golden axes.
The few remaining army flags struggled to hold on in the green and brownish-red waves.
But it didn't take long for all the army flags to be completely submerged by the Orc tide.
As long as the souls of the demons returned to the Twisting Nether, they could be resurrected countless times. The souls of the demons that were separated from their dead bodies floated in the air and laughed at the ugly Orcs below.
Then, they encountered something they didn't want to encounter the most — their souls were imprisoned!
Those who could peek into the spirit world could see that behind the Horde army, scarlet magic formations with complicated patterns and filled with evil aura were unfolding. At the center of these huge magic formations, there must be at least one Orc Warlock holding a skeleton staff and chanting.
Warlocks were a profession that conflicted with the mainstream values of the Alliance.
When the Dalajan was destroyed, the Warlocks put in a lot of effort to help defend, which was why they were recognized by the Alliance and became a legal profession. It was just that young magic apprentices yearned to become a God of Magic like their idol, Duke Marcus, rather than a dirty and evil Warlock.
After the Warlocks failed to summon powerful demons many times and caused many tragedies, the apprentices had a bad impression of Warlocks.
In the Alliance, there wasn't even one Warlock among a hundred Pharaoh's.
But in the Horde, the Orcs, and even the newly joined Tauren and Goblins were very accepting of Warlocks. As a result, the number of Warlocks in the Horde was similar to that of the Mages, second only to the Shamans.
The Orc warriors at the front killed the demons.
The Orc Warlocks at the back were also enjoying this feast of souls.
With the help of the magic formations, they could destroy the souls of the demon guards that were separated from their bodies. They could make them into materials that could be used to cast powerful spells — soul fragments.
And the more powerful demons would be enslaved in the cruelest way.
Chains that symbolized shame were chained around the necks of the Apocalypse Guards. Listening to the wails of these powerful demons in the Spiritual Realm and seeing their miserable state of being enslaved in anger and unwillingness, the Warlocks let out triumphant laughter.
No one noticed that the Sun King Anastrian's dark eye sockets were flickering.
If the last battle of Ahn 'Qiraj was a feast for the Alliance, not only did the Alliance seize the powerful floating fortress of Naxxramas, but they also took in the powerful Qiraj insect people as their servants; then this expedition to the Outland was a carnival for the Orcs. A conservative estimate was that more than two million strong Orcs would return to the embrace of the Horde, and more than three million women and children would actually make the Orcs the dominant race in the Horde.
But …
The Forgotten Ones didn't gain anything.
They were forbidden to resurrect the dead elves and humans as the new Forsaken. As for the Beastmen, the Forgotten Ones, they did not acknowledge Anastrian's rule at all. These ingrates followed Orgrim and fought for the benefit of the Beastmen.
"Hehehe! Do you really think I, Anastrian Sunstrider, am a slave? "The Sun King sneered.
Suddenly, a magical message arrived.
"Anastrian, it's your turn. Take care of that six-armed female demon. "Saar's order came. Simple and straightforward, coupled with a rough voice, no matter how many times Anastrian heard it, he couldn't get used to it.
The noble and elegant high elves never spoke in such a way. And every time, such a conversation would hurt Anastrian's modesty as the Sun King.
The anger factor was burning in the soul fire.
"Yes, Great Chief." The Sun King still bowed respectfully.
The Undead had no expression to speak of. In the eyes of most living beings, the Forgotten Ones had no emotions. Obviously, they were all wrong …
In this battle, Saar, Orgrim and Cain killed the Lord of the Abyss, Makadon and Mogororon.
Kavirin, the female prophet of Shivarra, was killed by Anastrian and her soul was captured.
There was no doubt as to why the Sun King could capture the soul. True heroes often had multiple professions and were proficient in all three fields. Uther was not a Priest turned Paladin. Back then, Kel 'Thuzad was a Pharaoh turned Warlock, and later became a Lich. For true geniuses, the so-called barriers of professions did not exist. The only difference was whether they wanted to do it or not.
On the Black Pearl, there was a familiar yet strange guest — Muradin Bronzebeard.
"Oh! My second brother! " Bu Laing raised a gun with a tip that looked like a trumpet and fired a shot at Muradin.
Of course, there was no bullet in this old gun. It was full of inferior gunpowder. This shot did no damage to Muradin, who was in a panic and had cast Avatar halfway. It was purely a spray to his face.
Yes, Muradin's face was blackened.
Then, the second brother of the Bronzebeard family responded with an iron fist of love that said, "I'm bigger than you" to his third brother.
The two idiots punched each other many times before they sat down, panting.
"Are you done?" Duque asked.
"No."
"But we'll continue in private."
"Alright, you guys played really well." Duque was speechless.
Muradin looked left and right, and glanced at Duque, who was disguised as Mark, for a long time. In the end, he nodded with a strange expression. "No, no, no. In terms of tricks, we can't compare to you mages even if we play for a thousand years."
Apparently, Magni had informed Muradin of Mark Dooku's identity.
Duque did not mind. This was not a secret among the true higher-ups of the Alliance.
"By the way, don't you need to rest? Would Magni be willing to let you come to the Outland? "
"Big brother … He's busy dealing with his daughter, Moira," Muradin continued to secretly explain to Duque.
Moira Bronzebeard, the daughter of Magni Bronzebeard, was originally the princess of Iron Furnace Castle. Later, she fell in love with Emperor Dragan Thaurissan of the Black Iron Tribe and followed him to Blackrock Mountain. She took her husband's surname and was called Moira Thaurissan.
Duque did not expect this to happen before the death of Ragnaros. However, this small plot was too secondary to the Alliance. Although it was very important to the Dwarves, Lager and Nefarian were causing trouble at the same time, and Duque had no time to care about this kind of melodramatic story of the daughter of his enemy falling in love with the leader of his enemy.
In the end …
History quietly returned to the right path.
After picking up Muradin, Magni received a report of his daughter's disappearance. He went back and urgently asked William to borrow Valeera to investigate the matter. In the end, Valeera did not hesitate to kill Thaurissan, who 'raped and insulted the princess'.
No one knew whether it was because a grown girl could not be kept at home, or if Thaurissan had conquered this beautiful Dwarf princess with sex. Anyway, Moira directly announced that she had the daughter of Magni's enemy, Thaurissan, and that after Thaurissan's death, she would become the new queen of the Black Iron Dwarves.
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