It is already comparable to the flame meteorites summoned by mages.

What's even more terrifying is that the flesh and blood mixed with the strange power of death spread all over the sky in the explosion, including those orcs who did not die in the explosion. This blow completely cut the orc army into six-quarters from the rear.

One position was separated, and the evacuating orcs were also overwhelmed by the explosion, and the entire legion stopped.

"Charge up! Kill them!"

This explosion killed at least nearly a hundred orc warriors on the spot. This loss made Saurfang almost lose his mind. He roared and was about to rush off the battlefield, but Cho'gall held him firmly in place.

"Don't be impulsive, Overseer! (There's another one! There's another dragon! This is a trap!)"

But it was already too late. Under the order of the warlord, the hesitant orcs grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the explosion point. Just when they gathered together again, the second zombie dragon flying in the sky roared and smashed

Come down.

Amid Luminas' hoarse laughter, the second zombie dragon accurately hit the center of the orc who was trying to fight back. The next moment...

"boom"

Tyrion and his knights are a group of real madmen. Death has twisted them. In order to achieve the most powerful killing, they don't care about these precious dragon corpses at all, but use them as real flesh and blood bombs.

"Ah, they will say that we are throwing ourselves into a trap and seeking death..."

In the center of the exploding flesh and blood battlefield, amid the surging manic death energy, Tyrion, holding the heavy sword, waved his hand to tear away the darkness in front of him, and appeared in front of Saurfang, and behind him, holding a battle ax

Grokush is like a high mountain.

Serente drew out her halberd with her backhand, while Luminas shook her head, stood up from the ground, and drew out the sword from her waist with her hands interlaced.

Behind these four knights, the Dark Rangers, who had been replenished to 20 people, drew their bows. Surrounding them were thousands of orc warriors watching eagerly, as well as hundreds of corpses who died in the explosion.

"They'll say we're dead!"

Tyrion's eyes had turned back to ice blue, which made him look so indifferent. He pointed the blade at Saurfang on the hillside, and huge death energy rushed from his feet into the surrounding ground.

The bodies of those corpses were attracted.

After a moment, the swaying orc warriors stood up again. Under the orders of their new masters, they clenched their weapons and pointed their blades at their former companions.

"But they have no idea how terrifying the power we control is! They have no idea what death...is!"

The death knights opened their hands, and the undead plague that spread in the air was activated. At this moment, the screams of the orc warriors filled the air one after another, plague! This is the plague of death!!

"The soul you fought so hard to save will eventually steal the victory you long for!"

"The tribe you serve will be completely destroyed because of your stupidity!"

"Gul'dan will destroy it! Just like he destroyed your world!"

"I curse you! Saurfang!"

"I curse you and your tribe, you will eventually be defeated!"

Tyrion's hateful voice sounded on the dead battlefield, and the corpses of the orcs roared and rushed in all directions. Amidst the dark edge of the Dark Blade Knights, he tilted his head, looked at Saurfang, and stretched out his hand.

, and hooked towards the orc warlord:

"Why do you look so angry..."
Chapter completed!