Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis

Page 91

However, his true strength is actually no weaker than that of his dreadlords, such as Tichondrius, Varimathras, and Mal'Ganis. Every time this character appears, he is always by Archimonde's side.

To be appointed as Archimonde the Defiler's personal lieutenant by one of the Burning Legion's two commanders speaks volumes about the latter's strength.

“Thrall, do you see that dreadlord? He should be the leader. You must execute a decapitation strike and kill him,” Rhodes said, looking at the dreadlord.

“That guy is not easy to deal with, but I can send an elite force to deal with him,” Thrall said with a grave expression, nodding.

"I'll equip your warriors with some weapons," Rhodes said, taking out several massive battle axes made of wear-resistant metal. The orcs would still be needed for the upcoming battle.

"This is a very powerful anti-magic weapon. It can effectively break through fel magic and damage these demons. It's better than the weapons you're currently using. You can take it and use it." Rhodes gave Thrall a brief introduction to the anti-magic weapon.

These anti-magic weapons were all crafted in the Night Elf territory over the past few days, while the enchanting work was handled by the High Elf mage.

At the same time, Uther and Rhodes summoned Holy Light elements to sanctify the weapon, further enhancing its lethality against undead and demonic creatures.

"I understand, Lord Rhodes." Thrall nodded solemnly, then summoned several of the most elite Horde warriors.

One of them was even an orc with a white beard, who looked like a veteran.

"Brokesshiga, you will lead the battle from now on! Your mission is to kill that Dreadlord."

"These are special weapons given to you by Lord Rhodes, effective against fel magic." Thrall handed one of the axes to the old orc.

“I assure you, Great Chieftain, I will surely cut off that man’s head,” Brox said solemnly as he accepted the two-handed greatsword.

He also nodded to Rhodes. To be honest, at the beginning, the tribe's attitude towards this human was very bad because the other party had killed Grommash Hellscream, the chieftain of the Warsong Clan.

Grommash Hellscream enjoys high prestige among the orcs and is one of the most powerful warriors in the Horde. His warriors are the subject of much criticism among the orcs.

But later Thrall explained that Grom Hellscream did not die at the hands of his opponent; Grom Hellscream drank demon blood once again, bringing shame upon the Horde once more.

Grommash Hellscream was killed because he once again pledged allegiance to the Burning Legion's demons, and not at the hands of Rhodes, according to intelligence brought back by the Tauren Druid.

After the mission to attack the demigod Cenarius failed, Grommash Hellscream's master, Manonos, personally dealt a severe blow to the orc warrior before being killed by the aftershocks of the fel energy explosion generated by his death.

This greatly lessened the orcs' hatred for Rhodes, and the fact that he single-handedly stopped the Burning Legion at the first line of defense earned the orc warriors' admiration.

He then stayed behind to support the orcs on the battlefield, which greatly increased Rhodes's reputation among the orcs. Rhodes himself was unaware that the orcs now greatly admired him.

At least among the human population, Rhodes was the most respected orc.

“I pay you my highest respects, Lord Rhodes. I wish you were a great warrior. My name is Broxigar, but you can add Higa to the end.” Broxigar patted his chest and said to Rhodes.

“I believe we will meet again in the future, orc warrior. I will help you slay that dreadlord!” Rhodes nodded and said.

I never expected my first meeting with Broxigar would be under these circumstances. According to Cenarius, I should be able to save this veteran in the future.

Unlike Grommash Hellscream, this old orc was of far higher character.

Brox nodded and led his squad to begin preparations. Rhode cast several paladin blessing spells on him, and with the hero spells he had cast earlier, plus his own attack and defense buffs, this old warrior should be able to create a miracle.

Rhodes even considered keeping the old warrior, thinking he might come in handy when dealing with Archimonde later.

Just as the group was discussing their strategy, Rhodes suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The next moment, a visible shadow energy arrow streaked across the battlefield like a meteor, ignoring the front-line warriors and shooting with unparalleled accuracy straight at Rhodes in the rear! The power contained in this shadow arrow far exceeded that of ordinary warlocks; wherever it passed, even light seemed to be swallowed up.

This was an attack launched by the Dreadlord. He had already begun preparing fel shadow magic the moment he saw Rhodes on the battlefield.

This is Lord Archimonde's signature move, Death Finger. I can't cast it as instantly as Lord Archimonde, but with some preparation, I can use this magic. The power of this move is enough to kill any mortal, even a demigod. Once hit, this human mage is doomed.

"Mr. Rhodes, be careful!" Sal, who had been watching the battlefield and keeping an eye on Rhodes' safety, shouted a warning. He tried to use lightning to intercept, but he was a beat too slow.

At this critical moment, a green figure stood in front of Rhodes, raised his golden axe, and chopped down at the finger of death.

The one who made the move was Broxigar, whose anti-magic weapon clashed with the fel shadow magic.

Taking advantage of the opening, Rhodes immediately summoned his diamond and golden man, who went forward to help shatter the Death Finger.

That was close! I was almost killed! This wasn't an ordinary Shadow Bolt; it was a very powerful magical attack.

If you get hit, you're dead for sure. This spell must be Archimonde's Death Finger, which his lieutenant, the dreadlord Anotheron, can use.

"Thanks, Broxigar. You saved my life today, and I will save yours in the future," Rhodes said, somewhat alarmed.

We still can't underestimate the top experts in the Burning Legion; a slight mistake could result in instant death.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't that he saved Brox's life first, but rather that Brox saved his own.

"You're welcome!" Broxigar nodded to Rhodes and immediately led his squad toward the Dreadlord.

Rhodes, having recovered his composure, glared fiercely at the dreadlord Annaseron.

Damn it, now it's my turn. I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget.

"Found you, you bat-winged scum!" Broxigar's elite squad swiftly advanced to the Dreadlord, and the old orc took the lead, raising his axe and hacking at him.

Meanwhile, several demon guards surrounding the Dreadlord also came forward and clashed with the elite warrior squad led by Broxigar.

But how could ordinary demon warriors withstand orcs empowered by Rhodes' magic? The orc army is now more than twice as strong as it is in its normal state.

Broxigar didn't waste any time dealing with the Burning Legion's minions. He raised his axe and swung it at the dreadlord Anotheron, who, without flinching, raised his giant claws to meet the attack.

With a clang, the golden axe collided with the claws of the Dreadlord, severing a finger bone.

The Dreadlord roared and immediately began casting fel magic, but for some reason, the golden weapon in the orc's hand seemed to have a very powerful magic-breaking effect.

His fel magic would be shattered by the opponent's weapons. Although the physical effects of the fel flames would still cause some damage, it was generally negligible.

Broxigar's axe slammed viciously into the Dreadlord's chest, and Rhodes seized the opportunity to unleash a magical arrow, a beam of blue magical energy shooting towards him.

Anotheron's pupils contracted, completely unprepared for such a swift and fierce counterattack! His hastily erected Shadow Shield was pierced through in an instant, as if it were made of paper!

"Do not--!"

The magic arrow struck him precisely in the chest, unleashing a terrifying burst of magical power!

Anotheron let out a shrill scream as half of his body was nearly blown apart. Dark green demon blood rained down on him as his massive body swayed and plummeted from the air to the ground.

Before he could struggle to take flight again, the orc warriors on the ground, their eyes bloodshot, charged forward, and Broxigar raised his axe.

"For the Horde! For Lord Rhodes! I will kill you!" Broxigar's golden axe began to swing wildly, green blood splattering out.

"It's you! I recognize you, after 1 years, ah!"

Anotheron futilely swung his claws, attempting to unleash a terrifying howl, but was quickly overwhelmed by the ferocious attack. Finally, Broxigar roared and smashed his massive axe down on Anotheron's head, ending the dreadlord's life.

The Burning Legion's commander was killed on the spot, and the fall of the Dreadlord dealt a blow to the Burning Legion's morale.

Chapter 149 Battle of Mount Hyjal: Pit Lord vs. Titan Giant

Before dying, the Dreadlord finally recognized the orc in front of him; they had met 1 years ago.

He was a mortal who dared to challenge Sargeras, a warrior who completely changed the Burning Legion's first invasion, and it was because of this warrior's appearance that Sargeras took notice of the orc race.

Damn it, I didn't even recognize him. But how did this warrior live for 1 years? The Dreadlord returned to the Twisting Nether with a head full of questions.

"Lord Rhodes, well done! We've successfully killed that dreadlord." Thrall smashed the hellhound in front of him into a pulp with his hammer, and shouted to Rhodes with a tone full of admiration.

Broxigar was able to kill a powerful dreadlord so quickly, a feat that earned him the respect of all the Horde warriors. After slaying the dreadlord, Broxigar once again threw himself into the western front.

"No problem, Warchief Thrall. Watch the left flank, those Hellfires are charging up again!" Rhodes warned, while raising his hand to reapply a layer of [Stone Skin], [Attack Speed], and [Shield of Protection] to the orc warriors on the left flank who were under immense pressure.

"Ha ha, they won't get away with it! For the sake of the Horde warriors, push them back!" Thrall roared.

"Horde warriors, you heard the Warchief! Push these demons back!" roared an orc warlord.

"Roar! Push them back! Push them back!" Countless orc warriors, tauren, and even trolls of the Darkspear clan raised their weapons high and roared.

"Kill, kill."

Green-skinned orcs, brown-haired tauren, and strangely dressed dark spear trolls actually managed to push back the defensive line despite the demons' attacks.

The fighting on the second line of defense was still fierce.

The Burning Legion's demons seemed endless: demon guards, hellhounds, succubi, imps, beholders... all kinds of demons came one after another. Green fel fire rained down from the sky from time to time, or the ground cracked open and gushed out scorching magma, causing continuous casualties to the Horde army.

The Horde's casualties began to rise, and the defensive line was repeatedly brought to the brink of collapse, but it always managed to stabilize under Thrall's command and Rhodes' assistance.

The explosions of goblin mines echoed incessantly, each one clearing a small area of ​​demons. Shamans unleashed their Chain Lightning and Healing Waves, troll headhunters used their poison spears, and tauren stomped the ground with their war stomp... Orc shamans used their healing totems, orc warriors roared, and the Horde was giving it their all.

Even in front of Rhodes, Thrall had some of the Horde's warlocks appear. They used fel magic to directly control some of the demons present, causing them to attack his own legion instead.

It must be said that Gul'dan brought a curse to the orcs, but he also brought a new class, or rather, a new class to the whole of Azeroth.

The Warlock class will be of great use to Azeroth in the future. They are not fel minions, but experts in enslaving and controlling demons, just like the future Demon Hunters.

Rhodes was like a precise and merciless artillery platform, his magical arrows relentlessly sniping the demon officers, Eredar warlocks, and lone powerful demons who were trying to organize an effective attack. For this battle, Rhodes had prepared a large number of mana potions in advance, including some made by the night elves.

Time ticked by, and the orcish defenses had held for over five hours. Not only had they not fallen, but they had also pushed the demons back. Some of the orcish lads had even charged so fiercely that the Burning Legion's formation had begun to break apart.

This far exceeded Thrall's initial expectations; the support magic that Rhodes cast was of immense help to the Horde.

This battle owes much to the goblin weaponry and the heroic efforts of the tribal warriors, but Thrall knew that Rhode's terrifying group buff magic and precise pinpoint kills played a crucial role.

However, the Burning Legion's offensive escalated once again, and Archimonde the Defiler, the leader of the demons, was enraged.

He used his terrifying magic to maintain the portal and summoned more Legion warriors, but even the powerful Corruptor was starting to feel the strain.

These damned mortals resisted so fiercely, causing the legion to suffer such heavy losses.

With a deafening roar, Abyss Lord Azgaro and Demon Guard Commander Kazrogar finally pressed forward!

Azgalo's enormous body was like a moving mountain of flesh, each step causing the earth to tremble, as his massive, dragon-like form charged towards the orcish ranks.

With a swing of his giant spear, more than a dozen orc warriors were sent flying. The Pit Lords were the most powerful melee units in the Burning Legion, and these behemoths were veritable war tanks.

Kazroga raised his battle flag and roared, as a dark red halo emanated from him—Kazroga's Mark!

All the demons shrouded in the aura experienced a significant increase in attack speed, becoming even more ferocious. The Cataclysm Blades in their hands unleashed waves of fel energy, attacking the orcish defenses and blasting away countless Darkspear trolls and orcish shamans.

This time, the Burning Legion directly dispatched two generals: a Doomguard and a Pit Lord.

"Great Chieftain, we must kill these two behemoths, or things will get very bad," said the orc warlord.

"I understand. I'll find a way to get the commander back to your post and hold the line. We absolutely cannot let the demons break through our defenses. We still have three more hours to go."

The orc warlord nodded and immediately mounted his mount and galloped off into the distance. After Thrall finished speaking, he turned to look at Rhodes.

“Lord Rhodes, I will be sending some warriors to attack those two big guys in a moment. Your magic might come in handy.”

"I understand. I'll aim for that big guy's mouth! I'll interrupt his fel breath!"

Rhodes nodded to Thrall, while simultaneously firing a magical arrow at Azgaro's eyes, attempting to draw his attention.

Azgaloo winced in pain, temporarily ceasing his breathing attack, and glared angrily at Rhodes: "You mortal ant! You have angered me!"