Chapter 97: Heaven’s Voice Is Also Heaven’s Punishment

Not only Sylvanas noticed this reckless orc, but Valoa also saw him. When the orc's herald informed Riftheart, Valoa also wanted to gather soldiers to surround and kill him.

But at this moment, he had no way to escape from the fight, so he could only shout: "Kill that orc!"

He didn't care whether his order could be conveyed, and then he rushed towards an orc.

A sharp cold light flashed across, and Nergo's sword chopped left and right, his body was covered with the blood of ogres. Look, an ogre was stabbing Nergo with the spear in his hand, but who knew that Nergo relied on his agile steps to dodge the attack. It wasn't over yet. He relied on brute force to hold the spear with one hand, making him unable to pull it back, and then swung the sword with the other hand and directly cut a big hole in his abdomen.

For a moment, the blood in the ogre's stomach sprayed all over Nergo's face. Nergo kicked his abdominal wound hard, reached out to wipe off the blood on his face that blocked his vision, and then took advantage of the ogre's wailing to the end and quickly stepped forward to chop off his head with a sword.

At this moment, Nergo's whole body was blood red, and the blood still dripping on his face made him so terrifying, even his black hair was stained with blood.

In front of his bravery, no ogre could stop his steps. The slashing blade, the spraying blood, and the painful wailing, if you look down from the sky, there is actually a blank area around Nergo in such a dense battlefield.

This is a miracle, and it is also the birth of a brave warrior's epic, just like Kargath Bladefist always wins every battle in Highmaul, just like Grommash breaks through the siege and defeats the ogres.

Nergo was alone in the ogre army, holding a big sword and fighting against the torrent of monsters. He was like a thunderbolt, knocking on the head of every cowardly ogre, smashing them to pieces.

To make matters worse, the ogres in front could not attack for a long time and were blocked by the orc soldiers in front of the camp. The mages in the back fought with the storm elements, and they were evenly matched. The big pits formed one after another around them made others not even think about getting close.

While Nergo was charging the crowd, the saber-toothed tiger man of Split Gut opened a path from the crowd on the side.

"My king, Lady Sylvanas sent us to follow you."

With the reinforcements from the friendly forces, Nergo was even more confident. With a bloody face, he looked like a fanatical killer. He turned his head and looked at Split Gut and his followers: "Follow me! Let's take off the head of the ogre together."

Use the blood of the ogre to sacrifice the last wish of the ancestors!

Nergo beat the drum on his waist vigorously, and bloodthirsty spells were cast on him and the soldiers around him. At this time, Nergo's ferocious face frightened the brutal Saber-toothed Tigers behind him, not to mention the ogres.

Nergo's eyes were fixed on every ogre near him. Wherever he looked, the timid ogres retreated, trying to avoid Nergo's attack range.

In front of this terrifying orc warrior, even the bravest ogre could not help but feel fear for his ferocity. Before the arrival of the Riftgut, he alone could break through from the side of the ogres. How many of the hundreds of ogres did he kill?

No one knew. Only the countless corpses on the ground could prove his feat just now.

The blood that hit his nose made Nergo full of momentum. His physical fatigue was compensated by his spiritual enthusiasm, which was why he kept replenishing his bloodthirstiness. He raised his sword and launched another attack. Unlike the last time, this time he had soldiers following him.

"What are you doing? Kill with me!"

He slashed the face of the ogre in front of him with a fierce slash, and the spear of the saber-toothed tiger man behind him followed his attack and stabbed it into a dead body.

Is there no one who can limit him?

All the ogres who saw him wailed in their hearts, or prayed that he would not rush towards them.

"Stop him!"

Someone noticed that the direction Nergo rushed to was exactly where the mage and the storm element were fighting. If they were allowed to kill in front of the mage, then the battle would be over.

Valoya had already withdrawn from the front line at this time. He retreated to the back. His rapid breathing made him look like a spent force. He shouted desperately and ordered the soldiers to stop Nergo.

Even in this state, he was still thinking about going over to fight with Nergo.

"Where are you running to?"

A dark arrow shot at his left arm. If he hadn't sensed the impending crisis and avoided it a little, this arrow would have become a sharp arrow that pierced his heart.

Sylvanas looked at his reaction with a gloating smile, as if Valoya's funny appearance just now made her laugh, "Your army fell like weeds, what role can you play in going over there?"

Valoya's eyes were red. He looked at the fallen soldiers not far away, and the warriors in front who were crushed by the advancing orc infantry. He felt sad, "How many of my soldiers died?"

"Wolf cavalry! Move out!" At the moment when the ogres were in low morale, Sylvanas finally sent out this trump card. With waves of wolf howls, the wolf cavalry's mounts, which had been waiting impatiently, trotted all the way and then sprinted quickly.

The orc infantry line was anvil, bearing the impact of the ogre army in front and tightly entangled them in front of them.

So who is the hammer? The hammer is the five hundred elite wolf cavalry troops, who bring a strong impact to the "soft" body of the ogre.

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It's like a blacksmith forging.

These cavalry will do a good job of finishing the battle. As for their mage, what is there to worry about when Nergo goes?

Valoya cursed Sylvanas weakly, but Sylvanas was unmoved. She was not angry at all. This was just the unwillingness of the fool before his death. She put her hand in front of her and made a comforting gesture, like a mockery.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Sylvanas blinked, "What? Think it through? I'll give you one last chance, a chance to die gloriously, come on!"

Varoa exhaled, and slowly opened his closed eyes. He thought it through. Since failure is inevitable, let the glorious death be his destination!

He roared and rushed towards Sylvanas.

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“Arcane Barrage!” The battle between the ogre mages and the storm element was also coming to an end. In front of the ogre mages’ powerful magic, the storm element’s power was constantly weakening. When Nergo rushed in front of him, he looked like he was dying of gas.

When Nergo took his eyes away from the cowardly and incompetent ogres around him, he was surprised to find that the duel between the wind element they summoned and the ogre mages had already produced a result.

Slightly inferior.

It must be said that this result disappointed him a little.

“Where are your soldiers?” it asked.

“Soldiers?” Nergo said confidently: “I told them to go back to support their comrades.”

“Then why are you here?” The storm element was furious. It said: “I’m almost dying. I’m going to retreat. Go away.”

The spells of these mages were too powerful. It was worthy of these orcs that it could support Nergo until now.

"You're leaving? It doesn't matter, I'm here." Nergo looked at the Storm Element and said firmly: "Inject your elemental power into my body, we can still win, hurry up!"

The Storm Element was surprised: "Can you bear it? This is too dangerous."

"If I can't, I won't tell you." Nergo felt that his physical strength was constantly fading. If he couldn't make a final decision, then all his efforts for half a day would be in vain.

"Then you can bear it!" The Storm Element leaned down, and the whole air seemed to vibrate.

The Ogre Mage saw it like this and immediately thought it was a good opportunity. A huge fireball that gathered their power began to appear.

"Hurry up." Nergo's voice was unusually calm. Even if the wind element power was poured into his body, it couldn't make him change in the slightest.

His previous experiments have shown that there is no problem with his Ascension spell, or there are some flaws but not many, but it is enough for him to use now. It only takes a short while, and the power of the Ascender is enough to rewrite the situation.

The ogre mages were gathering magic, the storm elementals were infusing elements, and the whole scene began to become unusually calm. These mages knew that if they did not gather everyone's strength, it would be difficult for them to defeat a storm elemental in poor condition and a shaman who seemed to be in good condition when their mana was about to run out.

The storm elementals also knew that they were no longer able to fight, and Nergo was probably at the end of his strength. He could only do as he said before leaving and infuse him with elemental power, which was also his last help to the orcs.

Nergo closed his eyes, feeling the fierce elemental power flowing in his body, and said with the storm elemental: "Okay."

Here it comes, this moment is finally here!

Nergo's pupils shrank instantly, and he cast the spell: Ascension. The flesh and blood on his body began to be gradually assimilated and replaced by lightning, wind and air, and the long hair that had been combed began to explode and flutter in the wind.

"Pyroblast!"

When the ogre mages injected their last strength into it, an oversized fireball far beyond the ordinary Pyroblast came towards them.

With a thought of the Ascender.

The surrounding air elements were completely sucked out, and lightning rushed out one after another, thunder and lightning, rumbling.

The mortals on the ground were horrified.

The sky was thundering loudly, deafening. This level of lightning was far beyond the "magic" that the ogre mages thought.

At this moment, the magical energy that erupted from Nergo's body alone had already formed a terrible pressure. This kind of pressure, which seemed to be real, inspired the orcs and shocked the ogres on the battlefield.

Obviously, the ogres knew that this was a precursor to a new and unknown shaman spell.

Looking up at the sky, lightning was gathering.

Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and rolled up the ogre's fierce flames until the flames disappeared completely.

"At this moment." Nergo waved his hand and held the thunderbolt tightly. In front of the terrified ogre, he threw the lightning as a weapon. In an instant, the bright thunder roared and broke into the location of the ogre mages. No matter where they fled, using shields or flashing, the thunderbolt made the earth mountain collapse and the earth shake, leaving only ashes and fragments, pits and debris.

After facing this horror, everyone turned their eyes to Nergo, staring at Nergo in amazement, but saw him slowly loosen his palm, still whispering: "See this punishment!"