Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

Nairgo was in a forest, where he and his cavalry had been hiding waiting for the moment, listening to the wails and blood coming from the wind, and Nairgo seemed to have seen the screams of the Bladed Tigers.

"I like that about you." Nairgo sighed.

Turning around, the cavalrymen were watching him from behind, as if asking when to charge.

Nairgo suppressed the sigh in his heart and said to the cavalrymen: "Prepare, we won't be needed later." "

The cavalry looked at each other, they didn't understand why they said that.

Nairgo did not explain, but ordered: "All the cavalrymen immediately mounted their mounts and picked up their mounted spears when they heard the order."

Nairgo licked his lips as he watched his cavalry team lick his lips, the victory of this battle was decided, and it would be better if the Spirit Fang was also dead.

However, the midfielder always overturned when driving champagne, and in order to prevent the rollover, it was his cavalry who gave the Blade Tiger a fatal blow.

The cavalry's impact is fast, and Draenor's wolves have always been known for their speed and weight-bearing, but the orcs are deliberately controlling the speed to maintain the rhythm, and Nelgo drives the wolf while making an orc-language war roar.

And so did the cavalrymen who heard the war cry, and they followed the commander they followed and issued a war roar.

This made Lingya feel a little uneasy.

He dragged a tribesman beside him and asked, "Did you hear me?" What was that.

The Buramen was a little flustered, and he was already nervous, and he couldn't speak.

"Hmph!" Lingya threw it away, looking at the camp that was still strictly guarded, and his face was a little ugly.

"It seems to be the war roar of the orcs." At this time, a bladed tiger man next to him said with a frightened face: "lok-tar, it's a victory, it's a victory for orc language, we can't win, run..."

Before he finished speaking, he watched this somewhat collapsed guy tear his throat with a claw.

With a hideous face, he looked at the blade-toothed tiger people around him and said, "Rush me!" There can be no reinforcements at all, they are all here, as long as we work harder, their large battalion will surely fall! "

“lok—tar，ogar！"

The voice became clearer and clearer, and the soldiers around him became more and more flustered.

Looking at the tired weed-like soldiers around him, Lingya closed his eyes.

Where did she get the reinforcements?

Could it be cavalry! Lingya's eyes widened, and he shouted in his mouth: "Retreat, retreat!" At

this time, it was no longer just one person, two people heard this war roar.

Every bladed tiger who heard the roar of war lost his courage and fell into defeat, while the orcs who heard the sound were morale-boosted, crushing the enemy step by step with a combination of a large shield and a short sword.

As the cavalry troops approached the battlefield, this was what Nairgo saw, hundreds of bladed tigermen scattered like frightened birds.

In this case, Nairgo glanced at the largest and most conspicuous Tiger Man in the crowd.

With a staff with a skull in his hand, he did not forget to command the surrounding Bladed Tiger Men even when retreating.

Nairgo slowly raised his spear and ordered: "Everyone, pick up the spear!" Hearing

this, the cavalrymen held the more than four meters of mounted spears in their hands under their armpits, and shouted in their mouths to direct their mounts to adjust their speed and pace for rhythmic jogging.

Where has Lingya seen such a scene? These cavalrymen, like an iron wall with spikes, could not break through at all, just like their buildings.

The orc infantry behind him and these cavalry had formed a crushing wall, and sadly they were the targets of the crushing.

In the battlefield, Nairgo didn't care about anything, didn't listen to anything, he just stared at the spirit tooth, as long as he died, his army chased after the victory, and the already chaotic Blade Tiger Man would have no resistance.

At that time, the entire throat of the blade will be owned by him!

"Charge!"

Nelgo suddenly ordered, he let out a deafening roar, and everyone began to sprint, gathering this unstoppable impact to the tip of the gun, all the enemies who stood in the way of these cavalry rushes, whether they were ordinary tribesmen or self-defeating scar-tooth warriors, whether they were not armor and only animal skins to cover their bodies, or wearing armor fully armed, the riding spears were fiercely pierced into their flesh and blood, and no enemy could block this blow.

These poorly equipped, scattered ranks, and only one brutal warrior were attacked by a terrifying cavalry they had never seen in their lives.

No matter who it was, all beings were equal in front of the spear, even the terrifying spell caster leader, and his white bone armor did not save his life.

............

Nelgo looked at the corpses around him, and his heart was indescribably happy, and this excited feeling made his body even tremble slightly.

There were shattered riding guns and bladed tiger men pierced by the tip of guns, stumped limbs and broken corpses scattered all over the place, and the ground was dyed red, even though blood continued to gush out.

When Sylvanas came over, he saw this kind of sight.

Nelgo's riding spear had long been shattered by the huge impact, and what he held in his hand was a strange sword, and the skull on it greedily sucked the blood on the blade like a demon's magic weapon.

Wait, that seems to have been the weapon of the devil.

"Good." Sylvanas nodded, she saw the power of these cavalry, although facing a defeated army, but she guessed that even the heavily armed human infantry would probably not end much better than them.

"Go and remove all these bodies and cremate them." Sylvanas said to a few hard workers.

As an undead, she knows the danger of piling up the dead to the living.

"Wait." Nairgo suddenly had an idea, and he stopped Sylvanas' order to cremate the body.

He stood up and wiped the blood from his face with a hint of a smile on his face.

"I have a better idea."

"What are you going to do?" Sylvanas looked at him and asked, if he is an undead then it can be understood, after all, these corpses are soldiers and weapons, if he is a troll he can also understand, because corpses will also be resurrected by voodoo to become warriors, but he is an orc, orcs also have this kind of witchcraft?

Nairgo said softly, "They could have been of greater use, but now..."

"Pass on my order and bring all these corpses that are still intact to the Throat of the Blade." Nairgo's voice grew louder, "Pierce their corpses with spears!" Let the guys in the valley see what happened to me who disobeyed me!

"Especially him." Nelgo kicked the head of the spirit tooth, and there was a trace of incredible horror in the eyes of the long-lost head.