Azeroth’s Death Track

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Five years of autumn at the Dark Portal, this night is destined to change the fate of many people.

Not only Tyrion or Zulkin, but many others will be drawn into it, just like the wings that butterflies have just begun to flap, how much storms will be rolled out in the future, no one knows yet.

And while Zul'jin and Tyrion were playing a killing game, a raid that didn't exist in history slowly kicked off in the night rain.

It has been 4 years since the orcs have entered this world from the Dark Portal. Their world has died and entered this world called Azeroth. It is also regarded as struggling to survive, and as the saying goes, survival is the most Wonderful battle...

They captured the storm kingdom in the southern part of the mainland, killed King Ryan, and forced the young prince Varian and the minister and the people to flee north. Now, their iron hooves have broken through the central dwarf kingdom Kazmodan , Is advancing toward the kingdom of northern Xinjiang, a war is on the verge.

As the most beloved warlord of the tribal chief Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction, Warlock Saurfang received a special order not long ago. He was ordered to take an elite force through the blockade of the human kingdom and head to In the hinterland of Alterac Kingdom, a prisoner of war camp in Hillsbrad Hills rescued the imprisoned Zul'jin, the patriarch of the Armani troll clan.

The chieftain hopes to receive the assistance of the indigenous Amani trolls in northern Xinjiang, so as to obtain a new source of troops and destroy the last line of defense of the united human kingdom in one fell swoop. This is not a risky task, but a diplomacy. The task, at least in Sarufar's view, is a diplomacy that rescues more than threats.

When the orcs took advantage of the night rain to sneak into the high elf camp, Safarur didn't feel too much threat...

"This is the hinterland of the human kingdom. We can't waste too much time here!"

The orc warlord put his tomahawk at his hand. He leaned on the branch and reached out to take over the roasted horse meat handed over by his subordinates. After a bite of horse meat, he looked at all the noise around the raindrops, and he said to his deputy:

"After eating, you take our soldiers first. Those rangers will inevitably contact the reinforcements. You have to find a way for us!"

"Okay, I know."

The warlord's deputy nodded, swallowed the horse meat in his mouth, then sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the whetstone, and began to polish his red war knife.

On the orc's arm, there is a triangular mark of the furnace mountain, which represents his clan, Blackrock.

Saurfang also has the clan logo on his arm, which is the spear under the thunder of light. This brave and shrewd warlord comes from the thunder clan.

The two were sitting by the faint bonfire, waiting for the end of Zul'jin's revenge. The orcs were not sentimental war weapons. They also had their own culture and civilization. When Saurfang closed his eyes and rested, the polishing weapon The orc suddenly said:

"Overseer, why do you want the Chief Chief to let go of Gul'dan's trickery? Also let him return to the top position?"

This question made Saurfang's eyes snap open. He turned his head to look at the young and brave orc. He was silent for a moment, and said softly:

"Reid, you are resenting the chieftain, right? Because he killed your father?"

"Do not"

Orc Reed turned his head and continued to polish the weapon by the flame. After a while, he said in a deep voice:

"Father died in a battle with the great chief sacred Makora (duel). He died like a real orc chieftain. I have no resentment. I must say hatred. That can only be Gul'dan and His Shadow Council... I personally saw how my father was fooled by them, watched them spread darkness, and finally led the tribe into failure..."

"I wish to break his neck, now!"

This answer did not allow Saurfang to breathe a sigh of relief. As a rare warlord among the orcs, Saurfang could discern a trace of resentment in Reid's breath.

And he is well aware of the special position of this young man in the current tribe. He was the eldest son of the black chief of the last chieftain. Although he is currently the head of the small-toothed black clan and grinning clan, he is among the black stone orcs With a high reputation, it is basically certain that he will inherit the position of Chief Blackrock in the future.

The Blackstone Tribe is a very strong part of the current tribe orcs. At this crucial point in the decisive battle, there must be no signs of rebellion.

Therefore, Saurfang thought about it and whispered:

"Don’t worry, Reid, the Chief Chief has said more than once that there is no place for Gul'dan and his sneaky Shadow Council in his tribe. Now let him command the looting clan, just to let him fight against humanity for us The caster of the kingdom works hard for us to seize the right to survive in this world, and waits until everything is over..."

Saurfang stretched out his hand and patted on Red's shoulder:

"I swear by my clan that I will give you the power to execute him!"

"it is good!"

Reed simply spit out an answer, which sparked the light in Saurfang's eyes. As a confidant who was absolutely loyal to Warchief Orgrim, Saurfang did not want to see the tribe split, so he felt that he should find a Time to enlighten the young man Red.

And while Reed Blackhand left with an orc first, in the dark night not far from the orc camp, a large number of troops with more than 300 people was advancing rapidly.

As the leader, King Kul Tiras, Dylan Proudmoore, who had just recovered from treatment but was already wearing armor and a helmet, and behind him were humans and elves. A rising army, they came from Nanhai town.

Cassell Mingyi, who rushed to ask for help, was also among them, but his footwork was not so fast. In fact, after he climbed out of the orc's warning circle along the river for 20 minutes, he met the town from Nanhai. Come over to support the army.

Lor'themar Theron's prediction of danger is very accurate, coupled with King Darin's unwillingness to turn a blind eye to the danger that may be encountered by the life-saving benefactor. Toward the POW camp near Dunhold Castle.

After seeing the elven prisoner of war camp destroyed by the orcs, the human soldiers who had some complaints about this unclear attack also cheered up and tried to destroy the infiltrating orc army of Dai Lin in one fell swoop. They also sent messengers towards the nearby towns of Tarren Mill and Dunhold Castle, demanding that they immediately send troops to siege the orcs with him!

"Just in front! Zul'jin and Captain Tyrion, as well as those **** orcs!"

Cassell rode on the warhorse of the human cavalry, directing the road to the army. As he approached the faint bonfire that was faintly visible in the night rain in the distance, Dailin gave the order to prepare for the raid, and Lor'themar Theron went to the card By the side of Sur, he whispered something to him, and then disappeared into the night alone.

Lor'themar didn't believe that Tyrion just died...he was going to find an answer in person!

Nearly 10 minutes later, the closed warlord Saurfang suddenly opened his eyes, not only him, but the orc veterans around him also grabbed the weapon in his hands, and Saurfar stood up and looked up In the far night, at extremely dangerous distances, the earth vibrated, and torches flew in the air.

"Enemies! Enemies!"

Saurfang's deep voice resounded through the night sky. He raised the double-edged axe in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Spread out! Spread out! Avoid the charge of those human knights!"

The human knights who have mentioned the speed are running on the flat grounds of Hillsbrad. The unhurried night rain has not made the ground soft and muddy. It seems that this time the goddess of fortune is still standing on human Here.

Under the leadership of King Dairin, who was in the lead, they quickly entered the final sprint stage, with an iron rifle frame in front, and a torrent of steel between the armored horses and Mercedes-Benz, a torrent of steel was formed, and under its ravages, The earth at night shivered.

"The green skins slaughtered our compatriots in the south and destroyed a noble kingdom!"

"Now, they dare to extend their disgusting paws into our territory!!"

"Warriors! Charge! Send these debris to hell!!"

Dai Lin’s roar of war rang in the night, and the cheers of the knights sent the orcs and trolls into a panic, and witnessed the tragedy of their compatriots, and the elf rangers were full of anger in their hearts. Before the arrival of the knight's charge, the arrows of revenge of the elves had woven into a large net exuding death in the darkness.

Represents the first wave of offensive in Dark Night Raid.

The height of the orcs is generally more than 2 meters, the muscles of the whole body are stretched, and the strength is great. An orc infantry can face 3-5 human infantry directly. On the frontal battlefield, the same number of human infantry can only be slaughtered, but the orc is in Ai Zelas is not without resistance, the charge of the human heavy armored cavalry, they still can't fight with their flesh and blood.

In fact, before the Kingdom of Storms was destroyed, it was the fearless charge of the cavalry and the suicide magic attacks of the wizards, which won precious time for the people's final evacuation.

Under the scolding of Saurfang, the veterans of this orcish army had withdrawn away from the direction of the cavalry charge, but unfortunately, the Amani trolls they stayed with had been dealing with high elves all year round. The human cavalry has too little knowledge, and these trolls ran away in a hurry, not only did not win time for the orcs, but made the orcs' evacuation more difficult.

"Crush them! Kill every green skin!"

Dai Lin brandished his two-handed sword and rushed into the battlefield under the guard of the four Kul Tiras knights. The three trolls waved their weapons in an attempt to resist the armored warhorse of the speed already mentioned, but the next moment , Their bodies flew out like broken rag dolls, Dai Lin's horse did not stay for even a second, and rushed into the orc forces behind.

The king of humans wielded his epee, and with the impact, he easily cut the heads of the two orcs, and in the blood splashing, Dai Lin gave the most free roar.

"That's it! Charge! Charge! Charge again!"

"Human warriors! Kill all the clutter!"

"call"

At the moment when Dai Lin took the lead in cutting through the orc army in the dark, the flying axe in the darkness whistled and smashed towards Dai Lin's body and was caught by Dai Lin.

"Ah! Humans!"

A roar came from his side, together with the sound of a sharp edge.

Foreseeing the danger, Dai Lin jumped from the battle horse without thinking about it, and rolled on the ground twice, and then saw that the war horse whose neck was cut by the battle axe fell weakly on the ground, and In the night opposite him, beside the body of the war horse, an orc wearing armor and carrying a battle axe was screaming and rushing towards him.

"I know you! Dai Lin! Today, you will become the second human king who died in the hands of the Horde!!!"

Faced with this kind of provocation, Dai Lin reached out and threw the cloak behind him aside, clutching the epee in both hands, and rushed up without fear. He was more like a fighter than a king:

"My head is here, come and fetch it! The green skin is broken!"

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