I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

The giant wolves received orders from their master and rushed forward quickly.

The well-trained orc wolf riders have always been one of the most important forces of the tribe. The Thunder King and the Frost Wolf have always been the two main clans that produce wolf riders on this continent.

But unlike the Frost Wolf who makes friends with wolves, the Thunder King's style is more powerful.

They enslaved their wolves and communicated with them through whips and clubs.

While gaining the wolves' loyalty, Fenris was also aware that these evil wolves had been secretly watching their high and mighty master.

If the situation goes wrong, your neck may be bitten off by these beasts before the enemy's hammer hits you.

But correspondingly, the Thunder King's wolves are more cunning, more vicious, and more cruel than their Frostwolf cousins.

Fenris took the lead and rushed towards the broken gate of Stormwind.

The spear array formed by the humans blocking the door looked to him as sharp and pointed as the thorny peaks on the northern mountains of Draenor, but unfortunately they shattered with a single strike.

He was absolutely confident that his wolf could fly directly over the heads of those humans, and then tear these ridiculous guys and their armor into pieces with a single turn.

But before that, he wanted to do one important thing.

——That dark spellcaster that exudes an ominous aura must be killed!

Fenris had a strong premonition that if he was not sure whether this guy was really dead, he would probably cause great trouble to the tribe in the future.

The orc narrowed his eyes and stared at the falling human.

One hundred yards,

Fifty yards,

Thirty yards...

Fenris lowered his body, as if merging with his warg.

As Alvin was about to land, the orcs were quickly approaching the city gate.

Fenris' eyes widened suddenly. He didn't want to miss the moment to cut this terrible enemy in half.

He seemed to be able to feel the touch of his blade cutting through the enemy's body easily and neatly, and the warmth of the enemy's blood as his body was covered in it.

Fenris bent his knees and continued to lower himself, then roared, "Jump!"

"Whoosh!"

The orcs' wargs had long understood what their master was going to do next through his subtle movements.

The giant wolf kicked the ground with its powerful hind legs, jumped up from the middle of the stone bridge, and pounced towards Alvin in mid-air.

"Die! Human!"

Fenris grinned and swung the machete, which was bigger than Alvin's body, towards his enemy.

"boom!!!"

A violent storm suddenly descended from the sky, as if it carried a thousand-pound weight.

The Warg of Fenris is the king of the entire wolf pack. It has experienced several life-and-death battles in the wolf pack before finally gaining the position of leader.

Its body has long developed a fighting instinct that is extremely sensitive to unknown risks.

Just before his orc master was about to split the falling guy in two, the Wolf King suddenly felt that something seemed wrong. The same feeling rose from his heart, as if some huge sense of oppression came down from the sky.

This oppression is far greater than all the dangers he had experienced before combined.

At this moment, the wolf king was scared.

It did not obey its master's call. The strong sense of uneasiness made it instinctively tense its muscles, and it barely stopped in mid-air less than three meters away from Alvin.

Then he flipped his waist hard, used all his strength to turn his head backwards, twisted his lower body in the air, and jumped behind him.

"What?! No!!!"

Fenris watched helplessly as he was about to kill the dangerous enemy, but the wolf under his crotch suddenly betrayed him and ran away with him!

"You beast!"

The orc was furious, staring with bloodshot eyes. His green skin, which was contaminated by the devil's blood, had turned dark green due to congestion. As he landed and stabilized his body, he had already placed his knife across the wolf's neck.

"I'll kill you, traitor!"

He didn't understand why the mount that had always cooperated with him so well suddenly betrayed him, and why he threw away the honor that was already within his grasp!

But the next second, he found that his wolf's black eyes showed a look of extreme fear. The giant wolf's whole body shrank on the ground, shaking like a sieve, and could only make a slight whimper from the depths of its throat.

"What happened?!"

Fenris raised his whip and lashed his wolf hard, but it had no effect. Instead, the wolves around him all lay on the ground and began to tremble.

But in just a moment, the confused Fenris understood everything.

The bright sky suddenly began to darken at an incredible speed, as if some huge object had blocked the sun.

The shadow on the ground grew bigger and bigger, and a huge monster came crashing down with unstoppable and powerful force.

"Boom!" With a sound, the black giant landed at the city gate, raising a huge black smoke that directly separated the orcs from the city gate.

The strong wind it brought blew some orcs who were not sitting firmly off their mounts, and they fell to the bottom of the bridge screaming.

The iron wall formed by human soldiers inside the city gate was also in a bad condition. Their bodies were much weaker than the savage orcs opposite them. The soldiers had been knocked down by the wind pressure and could hardly maintain their formation.

"What is this...?"

Fenris stared ahead, his facial muscles twitching as he muttered to himself.

During his long fighting career, he had seen countless enemies, including some giant beasts.

In his hometown of Draenor, there are many behemoths with terrifying power.

But Fenris believed that as long as there was life, there would be weaknesses, and he was very good at finding the weaknesses of these guys.

Cutting off a piece of the beast's skull and decorating his throne with it was his favorite way to demonstrate his strength.

But the giant beast before them could only bring a feeling of near despair to the powerful orcs...

As the black smoke gradually dissipated,

A pitch-black monster stood in front of the city gate, or rather, in front of the entire city wall.

The monster's huge body blocked the walls of Stormwind City tightly, and its wings that covered the sky and the sun blocked in front of it, gracefully blowing away the dust that was raised.

The pitch-black scales gleamed like obsidian in the sunlight. The orcs believed that their proud swords might not even be able to leave any scratches on the monster's scales.

As the huge black wings fully unfolded, the monster's true appearance appeared in front of everyone.

This is a giant dragon, an extremely huge black dragon.

The dragon's huge body moved slightly, and its huge dark eyes swept across the orc wolf riders in front of it, as if examining this group of uninvited guests.

Black smoke mixed with sparks spewed out of its nostrils, and it seemed that flames would burst out of its throat in the next second.

The orcs' giant wolves began to lower their heads and slowly retreat. No matter how the wolf riders whipped them, they could not make these originally obedient guys move forward even a little bit.

"It, there's a person in its mouth!"

A sharp-eyed orc wolf rider suddenly said.

"Looks like it was the dark caster from earlier! This monster ate him!"

Fenris rubbed his eyes with his thick fingers and looked at them with wide eyes.

Sure enough, in the dragon's long beak protruding forward, an arm was hanging out of its mouth!