Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 350: Raising the Storm
"Adam, Lawrence, Robert, where did you all go you damn bastards!"
"Get out of here you orc scoundrels and face the hammer of the Hill King."
"Warriors of Khaz Modan, come closer to me, stand behind me, do not be afraid, do not retreat, the power of us dwarves is invincible!"
"Take my hammer!"
boom!
The huge shock wave blew away countless broken corpses, and Muradin Bronzebeard, who had entered the state of "God descending to earth", stood in front of countless orc armies like a god of war.
His originally short body was now five or six meters tall, and his entire body was as rock-like in texture. The battle axes and spears that hit his body bounced off directly as if they were hitting metal. He was completely invulnerable to swords and spears.
Even the range of Muradin's combat skills was expanded several times.
Thunder strikes! Boom! Electric current spreads along the ground in all directions, and the shock wave pushes back countless orcs.
Earth-shattering slash! Boom! With one blow of the axe, the ground broke apart like waves, and the shock wave smashed all the orcs in a straight line to pieces.
A terrifying roar—ha! The orcs who rushed to the front were shocked and fell into a coma. They were shot by the dwarf musketeers behind Muradin and fell one after another.
Muradin wielded both a hammer and an axe, hacking and killing the orcs frantically.
And around the battlefield, there were tens of thousands of densely packed orc troops, as well as seven or eight orc heroes and warlords, who were watching the battle that had lasted for more than ten minutes.
Doomblade (Blackrock Warlord): "Oh my god, this dwarf is too powerful."
Iron-blooded Wolf (War Wolf Chieftain): "Don't be afraid. We have plenty of soldiers. We can outlast him. He's an epic hero. We'll be rich if we take him down. Even if we just get some assist points, we'll definitely get some."
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Ba Dao Chieftain): "You're right. His ultimate skill is about to expire. Let's see how long he can hold out. Warriors of the Ba Dao Clan, what are you waiting for? Attack me!"
Another large wave of orc boar riders rushed forward, and Muradin swung his axe with a "Death Metal Spin". The axe spun in the air, splitting all the enemies around him in half, and finally fell back into his hand.
However, he was not a true god after all. The rock-like color on his body gradually faded, and his body shape began to quickly return to normal size.
Heaven's Roar (Warsong Warlord): "Isn't it time for us to attack? This will only lead to more trouble."
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Ba Dao Chieftain): "Why are you in such a hurry? If you want to go, go ahead. These important plot characters are all very powerful. When we fought King Greymane before, we just couldn't hold on tight and several people died. Wait a little longer. When his health is almost up, we can go up and collect the heads."
Tiantang Roar was helpless and could only suppress his desire to grab the kill and wait patiently.
And at this moment, it looks like the King of the Hill can't hold on any longer.
Without the invincible effect of a god, under the siege of countless orcs, Muradin's blood volume began to decrease continuously. Feeling the loss of vitality and the decline of strength, Muradin couldn't help but sigh.
Is everything going to end? Is this the end of my destiny?
I really can't accept this - damn Adam!
He let out a final roar, ready to use his last bit of strength to kill a few more orcs, but suddenly he found that the orcs around him all showed expressions of fear. At the same time, the sky above his head suddenly darkened.
I looked up suddenly and saw something falling from the sky.
The incarnation of thundercloud - the wrath of thundercloud!
A red thundercloud carrying destruction and thunder descended from the sky and landed on the pile of orcs in front of them.
Boom! The huge explosion raised a cloud of dust and smoke. The violent shock wave knocked countless orcs away, and even Muradin himself was almost buried in the dust.
The orc players who were watching the battle from a distance were suddenly surprised.
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Ba Dao Chieftain): "Fuck, it's Aidan Delong!"
Heaven's Roar (Warsong Warlord): "The guy who turns into a dragon!"
Ba Dao Wu Qing (Ba Dao Chief): "Yes, it's him. This is really troublesome."
Heaven's Roar (Warsong Warlord): "So what if it turns into a dragon? We have so many brothers, why don't we just kill it together? This way we can get more rewards - kill it, brothers!"
Kill, kill, kill!
As the players roared, the surrounding orcs threw countless javelins, throwing axes, and bows and arrows at the dragon.
There were more than a dozen Flame Walkers, shooting out explosive fireballs.
Murphy was well prepared. He activated the hurricane armor the moment he appeared. A strong wind blew and deflected countless thrown weapons.
Those fireballs couldn't be blown away, fortunately the ancient dragon scales enhanced the resistance, and after a round of volleys, only more than a thousand blood points were lost.
Murphy did not want to fight any longer. He grabbed Muradin from the pile of dead bodies with one claw and was about to take off and run away.
Muradin refused to do so. "Wait a minute, my warriors are still down there, I can't leave them behind!" He struggled hard.
Despite his small size, Muradin's strength was incredible and he managed to break free from the dragon's claws.
When Murphy turned around, he saw more than a hundred dwarves huddled in the corner of the abandoned military camp, defending themselves against a stone wall. There were many dwarf corpses around them. It seemed that these were the last group of Muradin's men.
There are only a hundred elite soldiers. Is it necessary to fight so hard?
Aidan Deron (Storm Dragon King): "Damn Muradin, I don't have the ability to take them all away! Come with me and leave here, this is our last chance! I will kill a few more orcs in the future to avenge them."
Muradin looked at the orcs who were surrounding him again and sighed, "Go, Aidan. I will never abandon my warriors and escape alone. By Odin, this is not the dwarf's style. I will be laughed to death by my brothers. Maybe this is my destiny - for Khaz Modan!"
After he finished shouting, the dwarves also shouted along, obviously ready to fight to the death.
Murphy was speechless for a while, this stubborn dwarf.
Turning back, he looked at the orcs that were surging around him again. There were tens of thousands of them in a black mass. Even if he was the BOSS, it would be a tough battle.
But Murphy was unwilling to let him leave like this.
It seems that I have to use a big move. I hope that the big move combination I conceived before can work.
He suddenly changed back to human form and stood side by side with Muradin.
Muradin was shocked, "What are you doing Aidan? Don't be stupid, they are my responsibility, not yours, leave quickly, don't die here in vain."
Murphy looked down at the dwarf and said, "I can't help it. Who made me be friends with such a stubborn guy like you? Abandoning my friends and running away alone is not my style."
Murphy said as he pulled out the Storm Binder.
"Besides, we don't necessarily have to die."
Muradin was stunned. "Aidan, you don't have to do this."
"Go, go gather your warriors and fight with me before I change my mind."
Muradin's eyes were full of tears. He wiped them vigorously. "Damn it, I owe you one, Aidan. I owe you one! Brothers, throw away those useless muskets and cannons, grab your weapons, and let's fight our way out together!"
The dwarf warriors threw away their muskets and cannons and took out their axes and hammers. Those who didn't have melee weapons installed bayonets on their muskets.
At this moment, the second wave of orcs rushed up again.
"Aidan, whatever you're going to do, you better do it quickly!"
Murphy turned a deaf ear to Muradin's urging, held the sword with both hands, and felt the divine power contained in the sword.
Aidan (Prince of Alterac): "Great Storm God Anoros, I summon you as the Son of the Storm. Please lend me your power to summon the sacred storm and cleanse the world of the despicable creatures who dare to be your enemy."
He suddenly raised the sword high and activated the weapon's special effects.
Weapon Effect 1: Summon Storm (Usable once a day). Summon a small storm that will cause a continuous blowback effect on small units within the storm range, and a continuous slowdown effect on medium and larger units. You can increase the power and range of the storm by consuming additional mana.
The wind whistled violently, and the air flow swirled around Murphy, expanding and getting bigger and bigger.
The orc soldiers rushed to a few dozen meters away from him and stopped in confusion. The wind became more and more violent, and it seemed to be mixed with some inexplicable terrible force.
No! It's not big enough!
It was called a small storm, and it was indeed small enough, with a range of only a few hundred meters, and the wind was not strong enough, probably slowing down ordinary orc infantry by 30%.
Such a storm was not enough to cover them from breaking out.
Murphy began to inject his mana into the sword, and the storm began to slowly expand, with the wind becoming stronger and stronger.
However, Murphy's own mana was not very high, only about one thousand, and it was almost exhausted, but the range of the storm was still not large enough, and it only expanded to a little more than one kilometer.
Good thing I prepared this.
He suddenly took out Sargeras's Ring of Domination and put it on his hand.
Sargeras's Ring of Domination was rarely used, so its fel power was already full. However, he did not plan to use it. Even if he summoned the rain of chaos or a group of demons, it would be useless under the siege of so many orcs.
What he really wants to do is to use this artifact to enhance the power of the storm. Fel energy is the most primitive chaotic magic and can also be injected into the storm.
Following Murphy's will, the evil power was madly injected into the sword.
The sword made a terrifying buzzing sound.
The artifact is worthy of being an artifact. The effect of 1000 points of fel power is much stronger than Murphy's 1000 points of mana.
The storm began to expand instantly, and an evil green cloud appeared in the storm. With the influence of the strong wind, it continued to spread and formed a terrifying cloud of evil energy. The scope of the storm expanded again, and the wind became incredibly strong. In the blink of an eye, the scope of the storm spread to an area of more than ten kilometers. Even the central army camp dozens of kilometers away could see it clearly.
At this moment, the Alliance and the Horde on the battlefield all looked towards the direction of the storm.
"What happened?"
"It's the right wing army. Someone is using some terrible magic!"
"Is it orc magic?"
“It’s a bit similar, but it seems a little different.”
In the temporary camp of the central army, people were whispering. Uther had a serious expression on his face, and Godwin behind him had an even more profound look in his eyes.
Who released such a terrible power... must be investigated.
The tribal players who faced this storm were even more stunned.
"Are you kidding me? Is this game still playable? It's so fucking unbalanced."
"What kind of skill is this? A full-screen ultimate. How do I do this? Holy shit."
"GM, is the GM here? Someone is openly cheating. Is anyone in charge? Is anyone in charge?"
This group of orc players exploded.
Murphy was also a little surprised, and his hand holding the Storm Controller was shaking. The power of the artifact + plot weapon was even greater than he expected. This terrible storm containing the power of evil energy had amazing wind force, making it difficult for the orcs covered by the storm to move. Tens of thousands of orcs were pushing and shoving, completely at a loss .
This super control is really powerful. It seems that it does not distinguish between friend and foe. The dwarves behind it are also blown away and cannot raise their heads.
Murphy looked back and realized that it would be a bit troublesome to break out like this. However, since it had come to this, he was not in a hurry. Why should he run? He was so awesome, just do it.
As long as we kill all these orcs, wouldn’t that mean we have successfully broken through?
As the Storm Dragon King, fighting in the storm is the home advantage.
He suddenly retracted the sword. The storm had already formed and there was no need to continue casting spells.
"Muradin, get you ready to go. I will open a path for you."
As Murphy spoke, he transformed into the Storm Dragon King again and soared into the sky. The storm did not hinder him at all. Murphy's figure shuttled through the storm. The dark army of tens of thousands of orcs below seemed as small as ants in his eyes.
Just then, a message appeared in the private message channel.
Ba Dao Wu Qing: Brother Aidan, is that you? Please give us a favor and let Muradin go. We can negotiate the price.
Murfei still had some impression of the domineering and ruthless man. Back then at Dagger Ridge, it was this guy who sold the Hellscream Wolf Cavalry army to them. He didn't expect to meet him again today.
But Murphy was in no mood to reminisce about the past. Brothers are not to be sold.
Aidan Deron: Get away, orcs. Noble dragons cannot be bribed by a despicable and inferior race like you. Take your soldiers and flee from here immediately. This is your only chance to gain mercy from the Storm Dragon King .
Badao Wuqing: Okay, you are awesome, but don’t blame us brothers for being ruthless. Don’t forget that you are only one person, and we have tens of thousands of troops. We can easily overwhelm you.
Aidan Delon: You mortals are nothing more than ants in my eyes.
This reply almost made Badao Wuqing burst into curse, thinking to himself that I don't know how to respond to your pretense.
No more words, let’s get to work.
He nodded coldly to the chief commanders beside him, and everyone immediately blew the horn of attack.
Tens of thousands of orc troops - moved.
Facing the attack of tens of thousands of orcs, Murphy was not afraid. At this time, he had already distanced himself from the dwarves. There was no friendly unit around him, only enemies, and there were tens of thousands of them, which was just enough to perfectly trigger his heroic specialty - [Lone Warrior].
Expertise Effect: When there are no friendly units around you and you are surrounded by enemies (the number of enemies is greater than or equal to 10), you will gain an additional 5% attribute bonus. The more enemies there are, the higher the attribute bonus will be, up to a maximum of 50%.
Your skills will also have a higher chance of reaching their maximum power. 】
Generally speaking, the power of spells fluctuates, especially lightning skills, which have a huge gap between the upper and lower limits.
But with the Lone Hero talent, it is equivalent to dealing the highest damage every time.
At the same time, Murphy also has -
Stormborn - 50% increased lightning damage.
Dragon Thunder Initial Unveiled - All lightning skills come with 10% true damage.
Thunderbringer - All of your lightning skills are 10% more powerful, and while you're fighting in a storm, all of your lightning skills are an additional 30% more powerful.
With so many expertise gains stacked together, Murphy's skill power has now reached an incredibly terrifying level.
At this time, Murphy was facing tens of thousands of orcs. He stood in the air, read the bar, and began to use his dragon ability.
Dragon Thunder Storm!
In the surrounding storm, a strange red color suddenly appeared. The power of dragon and thunder gathered in the storm. The dark green of evil energy and the red of dragon and thunder echoed each other. The scene in the sky was extremely strange for a while.
The difference is that the green color of evil energy is more like a sound and light effect, while dragon thunder brings destruction in an instant.
A red dragon thunder struck down, and the dozen orcs gathered together were instantly turned into charcoal.
The second and third dragon thunders fell like raindrops. As tens of thousands of orcs were crowded together, almost every dragon thunder would hit the crowd of people.
Splash damage, conducted damage, every time a dragon thunder strikes, the damage numbers are so dense that it is almost impossible to count.
The orcs below didn't even know where to run, they could only charge forward while throwing long-range weapons and shooting arrows.
But in a storm there is absolutely no chance of hitting the target.
The strong wind not only slows down the movement speed, but also makes the caster's skill reading easily interrupted.
Some shamans tried to communicate with the wind element to calm the terrible storm, but to no avail.
Looking at the kill notifications that were flooding the screen, Murphy felt secretly pleased in his heart, and at the same time, he developed a kind of ambition to look down on everything.
A mentality of looking down on ordinary people.
It is true... these tiny orcs... in front of the power of the Storm Dragon King... aren't they really as insignificant as ants?
As he thought about it, he released the power of thunder even more frantically. It seemed as if his will had merged with the storm, and he was controlling the landing point of every bolt of lightning.
The orcs below were killed in large numbers. The explosions of dragon thunders came one after another, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and electric currents were everywhere, just like purgatory.
