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

“血魔。”

"exist!"

Ner'zhul's decisiveness in killing shocked every orc present. The Death Knight Talon Gorefiend was surprised, but also felt a sense of pleasure.

He participated in the First War and served under Gul'dan and Orgrim, but they both failed.

As a Death Knight, he was created to conquer Azeroth, so he fled back to Draenor and pledged his allegiance to Ner'zhul again.

Maybe it was because he had died once before, but Blood Demon hated these living creatures...

Hearing Ner'zhul calling his name, Bloodfiend quickly responded and walked forward.

"When you brought back the Eye of Dalaran, I remember you saying that you fought the Alliance in Dalaran. Do you have any news about that—the dark caster?"

Ner'zhul tapped the table lightly with his thick fingers, trying to get some useful information from the Death Knight.

"..."

The Blood Demon carefully recalled the situation at that time.

"No, my men and I fought Antonidas and Kael'thas. We didn't encounter the dark spellcaster Fenris mentioned. If there's anything strange..."

The Blood Demon suddenly remembered.

"We killed a long-eared elf! I did it myself. I guarantee that I crushed all of that elf's internal organs!"

"But then, I saw that female elf come back to life! This is impossible! Someone must have used some strange spell! Later, I heard that a powerful guy suddenly appeared in the Alliance recently. His name is - Miracle Priest! I heard that he set out from Lordaeron and went to Stormwind City to become a bishop."

A rare look of confusion appeared on the Blood Demon's purple and stiff face.

The bodies of the Death Knights were once the bodies of human warriors, which had long since rotted and stiffened, so the Blood Demon had always managed his facial expressions very well.

"Could this dark spellcaster that Fenris mentioned be this guy?!"

"Miracle Pastor..."

Ner'zhul leaned weakly in the best chair in the camp and sighed deeply.

"The Alliance always has some powerful guys emerging at the critical moment of life and death... Last time it was Anduin Lothar and Turalyon, and this time a miracle priest has appeared... Ancestors, please protect the Horde!"

The orcs were silent, but more of them did not dare to speak because of the power of Ner'zhul. In fact, they still felt that the warchief was a little too pessimistic.

After all, in the last war, the tribe actually deployed less than half of its forces.

And in the end, due to Gul'dan's betrayal, a part of the power was taken away to the Tomb of Sargeras in the middle of the sea.

Isolated and helpless, Orgrim swore to kill the traitor Gul'dan. Even though he already had insufficient troops, he allocated part of his forces to kill him, which led to his defeat on the front battlefield.

But in terms of personal achievements, Orgrim killed the Alliance Grand Marshal Anduin Lothar. Although he was quickly defeated by Turalyon, this achievement was enough to prove the strength of the tribe.

Therefore, most orcs are still ready to give it a try. In their eyes, the Alliance is just a lamb to be slaughtered.

Only Ner'zhul knew about his compatriots who drank the blood of demons.

Although their fighting power is unparalleled, they can only fight when the wind is favorable. Once they fail, they will quickly lose the will to fight and even the courage to survive.

Survival and staying alive are what Ner'zhul pursues.

Of course, it would be even better if the tribe could be cleansed and all the disobedient guys sent to the Alliance.

"call......"

Ner'zhul let out a long breath and stood up again.

"Kilrogg Deadeye."

"The Great Chief."

An orc in the hall responded to Ner'zhul's call and walked out from the crowd.

The orc had only one eye, and where the other eye should have been was just a grayish-white eyeball.

"Take your men and set up an ambush north of Nethergarde. Fenris's defeat in Stormwind City is likely to attract reinforcements from Stormwind City. Go and defend our north."

"As you command, Warchief."

Kilrogg said nothing and turned to leave the hall.

For him, war is something that is in his blood.

Kilrogg is not young anymore, and he has participated in almost every battle of the tribe. He and his Blood Hollow Clan are not the most powerful tribe in the tribe, but each of them is worth ten.

In the last war, he was ordered to hold on to Dun Morogh. With a small number of troops, he completely blockaded Ironforge, preventing the Bronzebeard Dwarves from leaving. Even after the war was lost, they did not give up, but turned to guerrilla warfare.

It was not until the Dark Portal opened again that he returned to his home in Draenor at the call of Ner'zhul.

But the war did not stop. Soon, he accepted the call of Ner'zhul again, took up arms and continued fighting.

“血魔。”

"Great Chief,"

"Our engineering weapons have arrived, and laborers are already setting them up. We expect them to be fully deployed tonight. I demand that you launch an attack as soon as they are completed, and completely destroy Nethergarde Fort before sunrise tomorrow."

"Yes!"

The Blood Demon turned around and walked out of the hall with his men.

He was now very confident that the fierce battles of the previous few days had almost wiped out the guarding forces in Watchtower.

The alliance now has no food, no rest, and no weapons or ammunition.

Now that his catapult has arrived, it will be no problem to break through the fortress.

An evil smile appeared on his stiff face, as if he was already tasting the fruits of victory.

Nethergarde Fort.

The league is taking advantage of the rare break to take a break.

"Why did the tribe suddenly stop attacking?"

The Alliance commander, Paladin Turalyon frowned and leaned over the table in the combat command room to look at the city defense map.

These days, the tribe has been attacking all the time, and the Alliance troops have hardly had any rest since the beginning of the battle.

"Who knows? Maybe he's tired? Maybe he's on a five-day-a-week schedule? Maybe he's preparing other plans?"

A young but tired voice sounded.

An old man with white hair pushed open the door and walked in.

The purple robe revealed the identity of the visitor, a Kirin Tor mage. Although he looked a little old, he had a nimble figure, sharp eyes, and a very young and pleasant voice.

Anyone who can enter the conference room without saying hello must be a high-ranking official in the alliance army.

That’s right, the person who came was Turalyon’s close friend, the mage Khadgar.

"Aurelia and her men are out there catching tongues. They should be back soon. We should know what's going on soon."

"Well, how are the soldiers doing?"

"Oh no! We've only been able to hold on until now because of our faith. We ran out of food this morning. If this continues, we'll all be eating barbecued orcs. Oh my god! I'd rather die than eat that."

Khadgar smiled wryly.

Hearing that his old friend was still in the mood to joke, Turayang's expression relaxed a little.

"The Griffin Knights of Kurdran brought news that reinforcements from Stormwind should be arriving soon. Tell the warriors to hold on a little longer."

Turayang was about to get himself a glass of water, but found that the kettle was already empty.

Seeing this, Khadgar took off the water bottle from his waist and threw it to Turalyon.

The Alliance Commander took the kettle, nodded to his old friend, opened it and took a few gulps.

"Reinforcements?"

Khadgar smiled bitterly and said, "The main force of the entire Alliance, the half led by Danath Trollbane, was completely wiped out. The remaining half is here with us. Who else can we rely on? Ironforge, or the faraway Dalaran or Silvermoon City?"

"The Holy Light will give us strength,"

"Holy Light? I thought you were going to say something like that. Even if you reawaken the power you had when you defeated Orgrim, what I want to say is that in a duel of thousands of troops, there is very little one person can do."

Turalyon shook his head.

"My mentor, Archbishop Alonsus Faol, wrote me a letter before, saying that he had arranged for a priest to go to Stormwind City to help me. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. In fact, I originally thought that perhaps having another paladin would be more helpful."

Khadgar looked at Turalyon. He didn't know what he was talking about, but Khadgar knew that Turalyon was not the kind of person who liked to joke. Every word he said had its meaning.

"Until a few days ago, Kurdran told me a piece of news. This was news from his brother, Falstad Wildhammer - the miracle priest, Alwyn Priest, will be coming to Nethergarde soon."

"Miracle Pastor?"

"Then I went to look through my mentor's letter, and this Alvin Priest was exactly the person he told me about!"

"so what?"

"According to Kurdran, it was this man...who defeated the legendary father of the black dragon, Deathwing..."