Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

When Maraad commanded the Legion of the Flame of Light and the Shield of Velen to appear on the battlefield, the demon army belonging to the throne of Kil'jaeden suddenly seemed to lose its mind and changed direction in an instant.

Maraad's face changed drastically. The sharp knives of the high-ranking knights on the eastern front pierced through the demon army like tofu.

The demons were attracted to the Draenei like flies see... no, mosquitoes see blood. Garen had not expected that the Draenei diverted a large number of demons, which made the Crusaders' eastern front position much easier.

Moreover, the Frostwolves that attacked in coordination with Maraad were simply ignored by the demons, and were just wandering around the battle formation like a bystander. The commanders of the Frostwolves, Drek'thar and Gu'el, were very upset. They had hoped that they could show their prowess in their first battle and make the Frostwolves famous, but the demons didn't give them the chance.

Maraad was struggling to hold on, while the demon guards had gone crazy trying to gain military merit for killing the draenei. Their master Kil'jaeden had promised that for every draenei civilian head he took, he would be promoted one level, and for every elite draenei warrior's head he would be promoted three levels!

In the strictly hierarchical Burning Legion, this is almost the fastest way to advance. They dare not even think about reaching the levels of high-level commanders like Mannoroth and Kazzak, but they can still try for the position of a middle-level leader.

A higher military rank means more evil energy infused into the body, greater strength, more subordinates and higher power!

The Burning Legion is respected for its strength. So many guides in the universe are willing to sell out their home planets in order to join the Burning Legion. Isn’t it just for the sake of having more powerful power?

However, the demons at the back tried to seize the military merit, but ended up hurting their colleagues at the front. They were divided up by high-level knights, and then the infantry began to compress their combat space, while the musketeers and wizards worked hard to output.

Normally, the demons rely on their numerical advantage and continuously attack the enemy's army to eventually wear down the enemy. But now, the offense and defense are in a different position. The larger number of Crusaders are advancing with a heavily defended shield wall, followed by guns and spells to attack the ground, engulfing the demon guards, demon hounds, succubi and sky punishment guards who are still resisting in the center!

As the battle circle continued to shrink, the demons were quickly cleared out. These demons who were not afraid of death soon fell into panic because they heard the terrified screams of the souls of their dead colleagues!

Originally, demons would not truly die. After their bodies were physically destroyed, their souls would leave the planet where they died and return to the twisting void to wait for the next round of resurrection. Although the time might be very long, it could be considered a disguised form of immortality!

However, the souls of the dead demons discovered that their companions who died earlier than them did not go to the Twisting Nether. Instead, they were sucked into the sky of Draenor by a more powerful force and disappeared!

Even if the demons turned on their ghost vision, they could not find any imprisonment arrays around them to imprison their souls, which intensified their fear!

In the end, the divided demons contributed a lot of experience and soul nourishment!

Just as the high-ranking knights went to help Maraad, the southern wall of Hellfire Citadel was breached!

The violent bombardment of five hundred tanks destroyed an entire section of the city wall. Medivh and Khadgar led five infantry legions from the southern line into Hellfire Citadel!

"Great Chief! The southern line has been breached!" The messenger came to report the news with a terrified look on his face!

"What! Where's Kilrogg!" Ner'zhul shot down a high-level arakkoa flying from the western front with a shadow arrow, and then shot another stupid arrow to blow up a dwarf aircraft that was trying to launch an air raid. Then he grabbed the messenger's neck, shook him and roared loudly!

"No... I don't know!" The messenger had an ugly face with tears. "The scene was too chaotic. Chief Kilrogg tried to lead his men to block the gap, but there were too many enemies and they were overwhelmed!"

"Roar!"

Ner'zhul was furious and grabbed the messenger's hand, and a green light flashed!

"No! Spare your life!"

The messenger went from being a strong orc to a mummy!

Ner'zhul was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down and trying to calm himself down quickly!

At this time, an orc warlock wearing a black hood ran over and quickly climbed up the city wall. It was Vorpil!

"Captain, let's break out! Once the demons in the north are wiped out by the Draenor Alliance, we will die in this fortress!"

"But the south side of the fortress has been breached! There are enemies everywhere. We can only run north! Kil'jaeden will not let us go!"

Ner'zhul's face was filled with horror. Kil'jaeden's powerful oppression made him feel that he had no power to resist.

"Great Chief, even if we can't go to the Black Temple, we can still open a portal in the north! The space barrier near Kil'jaeden's throne was penetrated by Kil'jaeden ten years ago. Even after so many years of self-repair, the space barrier there is still weak. Relying on the power of the Blood Orb and the Scepter of the Ancestors, I am very confident that I can open a portal to leave Draenor!"

Vorpil urged Ner'zhul: "Great Chief, we must act quickly. The demon army and the Draenor coalition are currently in a stalemate. Even if they discover our unusual movements, they do not have enough troops to stop us!"

Vorpil's persuasion made Ner'zhul hesitate, but he still found some of his words credible. Ten years ago, the Burning Legion had made a big move in the north in order to send Mannoroth to Draenor to bleed. However, he had been imprisoned by Gul'dan at that time, and did not know as much as Vorpil, a high-ranking member of the Shadow Council.

In the end, Ner'zhul's desire to survive prevailed!

I want to live. Not only do I want to live, I don't want to give up the rule of the tribe, and I don't want to be enslaved by Kil'jaeden!

Give it a try!

"Gather all soldiers who can still move and break out to the north!"

At this time, an orc chieftain nearby asked in amazement: "Great Chieftain, why don't you concentrate all your forces to drive out the enemies in the south! Kargath in the west is still fighting, and we still have 400,000 women and children in the lower floors of the fortress. We can't abandon them!"

"Abandoning them and breaking out is the most cowardly and cowardly thing to do! This is not in line with the honor of the orcs!"

Ner'zhul suddenly felt that the future of the tribe and the continuation of the orc race were too heavy for him to bear, and he needed freedom!

Bang!

A flame lit up from the palm of his hand, and a flame exploded on the chest of the chief standing in front of Ner'zhul. Then his body collapsed and fell down, his eyes full of disbelief!

Ner'zhul looked around and saw the orcs around him looking at him with a dazed look on their faces.

"These tribesmen have lost their way. Their mission has been completed. From now on, I am the tribe. I will survive. As for you, you can choose to die in Hellfire Citadel or live with me!"

Ner'zhul raised the ancestral scepter passed down from generation to generation in his hand, and took the lead in running down the city wall, followed by Vorpil, and then more orcs followed!