Azeroth’s Death Track

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In Grimbatho’s hall, a huge brazier was set high, and the burning charcoal made the underground hall warm.

Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction is sitting in his chair. He holds the latest battle report in his hand. The chief of the brown skin looks ugly. Obviously, what is reported in this battle report is not to make people happy. News.

"The Human Alliance has laid down heavy soldiers in the Hillsbrad Foothills, and it seems that they intend to fight against us there!

The chieftain threw the battle report in his hand to the person next to him. It was an orc warrior in off-white armor, carrying a spine tomahawk. He stood beside the chieftain as a guard. Obviously, this was the chieftain's confidant.

"Wallock, based on your experience, what should we do now?"

The chieftain supported his chin with strong arms, and he asked in a low voice:

"Shall we cross the wetland to attack, or continue to wait for the opportunity?"

Warlock Saurfang looked closely at the battle report in his hand. He did not answer immediately. Instead, he thought for several minutes before he said to his chieftain:

"Every day we wait, the more soldiers humanity gathers on the battlefield, the offensive will inevitably suffer great losses, and the blockade of the South China Sea has failed. At least on the sea, we cannot defeat human Kul Tiras. Fleet, so I think that the chieftain, confrontation is the best choice!"

"Ok?"

Orgrim snorted and asked unsurely: "What should I say?"

"Because human reinforcements are limited!"

Saurfang said in a deep voice:

"Storm City has already been contributed by us. Even if the other countries of mankind are united, their number is limited, and we occupy the southern continent with sufficient resources. As long as the Warsong on the other side of the Dark Portal is still waiting for orders, The Bone and Shattered Hand clan is placed in Azeroth, we have a complete advantage in military power, the most important thing is...The alliance of the human kingdom is not stable!"

"Under the pressure, they will break up sooner or later! That is our chance!"

"The analysis is really good! Saurfang, you did not disappoint me!"

Orgrim nodded with satisfaction: "You are one of the few qualified commanders in the tribe who have not been stunned by the brutality of the blood of the demon. You and your brother will inevitably become the pillar of the tribe's future, but... Sorry, we must attack!"

"why?"

Saurfang looked at the chieftain in surprise, Orgrim. Doomhammer is not a reckless leader, he should not make such a choice.

Faced with the question of Saurfang, the Chief Chief sighed. From the dense battle report in front of him, he found a scroll of animal skin and handed it to Safarur. Under the light of the fire, his face appeared A touch of exhaustion and helplessness.

"This is a message sent back from the Dark Portal a month ago... the war song left in Draenor, Thor, Bone Eater, and the Broken Hand clan went to war."

Orgrim's fingers were moving, he said in a deep voice:

"You also know that the blood of demons drank by these clans is the most. Chief Blackhan did not let them join the conquest of Azeroth, just because these violent warriors could not be controlled, but unfortunately, for a long time With the wait, they have fallen completely in the killing and destruction."

"I waved my butcher's knife towards myself, and now the entire Hellfire Peninsula has been reduced to the battlefield, and even I have completely lost control of them... Saurfang, we have no reinforcements!"

Saurfang's eyes widened. He looked at everything described on the hide scroll. Eventually, he clenched his fists in pain.

"That's why you sent me to rescue Zul'jin? No wonder you need unbelievable forest trolls to become our allies..."

"The power of the tribe is only temporary."

Orgrim stood up and lifted the black Destruction Hammer on hand. He stared at the map of the continent sewn with animal skin in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

"If we don’t take advantage of human forces before they reach their limits, we will be dragged down sooner or later... Saurfang, this time to go to Quel’Thalas to supervise war is only an appearance, I want you to bring twilight The three clans of Hammer, Plunder and Dragonmaw and those trolls, if necessary, from the direction of Quel'Thalas, slayed into the hinterland of Lordaeron! With the frontline battlefield, completely destroy the human alliance!"

He looked back at Saurfang, his eyes full of seriousness:

"I give you the future of the tribe!"

"Observe! Great Chief! I won't let you down!"

Saurfang clenched his fists and patted on his breastplate, but before leaving, he looked around and asked in a low voice:

"Great Chief, Gul'dan..."

Hearing the name, Orgrim's eyes flashed coldly, and he nodded:

"When necessary, kill him!"

"boom"

The door of the Chiefs’ Hall was pushed open at this moment, and the captain of the elite Chief Kukaron Guard stepped forward, Shen Sheng said:

"Great Chief, Gul'dan said his war weapon is ready, waiting for your inspection!"

"well."

Orgrim snorted, and he used his eyes to signal that Saurfang could leave.

"Then let us go and see what kind of miracle this Gul'dan can give us."

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"This is the war weapon I prepared for the tribe, chieftain!"

Gul'dan still wore his horrifying and terrifying warlock robe, supporting his body with a skeleton cane, like a drooping old man, and in this body was hidden a fierce and strong soul.

He took Orgrim and the other clan chiefs into the Colosseum of Grimbath. Under the colosseum, 20 of them were wearing black armor, wearing dark red hoods, and carrying steel scepters. The dark soldier stood there like a cold stone.

Death and shadow are entangled in these knights, and just looking at the appearance, they will think of darkness and haze.

"They will become the killer of the Horde!"

Gul'dan's dark red eyes flashed with triumph, he touched his beard and said aloud:

"When they enter the enemy lineup, the arrogant wizards and priests of humanity will be frightened and run away. They are the absolute natural enemies of the casters! And even if they face the steel knights who are proud of human meaning, they will not fall. !"

"They are not as strong as you said, let's not mention it, but the number is too small!"

The old sword Saint Dahl of the Fireblade clan frowned and said softly:

"Only 20, what can you do?"

"less?"

Gul'dan groaned with dissatisfaction, and the change in emotion made the dark breath wrapped around him a moment. He looked at the chieftain:

"Less because you don’t allow me to hold more warrior souls, as long as you order, Chief Chief, I will soon prepare more death knights for you... hundreds, even, on Thousands!"

"They will form a tide of darkness that overwhelms everything! Thoroughly crush the hope of mankind, and use the dead body to earn the glory of victory for the tribe!"

Gul'dan's speech talent is excellent. Although the clan chiefs hate this warlock, he has to say that the scene he painted makes people can't help but associate, but Orgrim sitting above the Colosseum Without nodding, he looked at the knights wrapped in cold and death breath, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He rubbed his chin, and finally, his finger pointed down:

"Let us first see how powerful your knight is... let the weakest knight play!"

The chieftain waved his hand and followed Captain Kukaron behind him. He heard the chieftain command:

"Choose a guy and go fight with the knight. Let's see if Gul'dan's work is as strong as he said!"

"Observe!"

Captain Kuk'ron guarded to leave, and the expression under Gul'dan's hood was a little weird. He coughed and said to Orgrim:

"Well, Chief Warrior, the weakest knight, with some flaws, he is the secret weapon I prepared for Raider Quel'Thalas, his combat effectiveness is much worse than other knights...if you want to see the death knight The real strength, I recommend the captains of these knights, Talon Gorefiend!"

"He is the true representative of these knights!"

"Do not!"

Orgrim had a playful smile, he didn't look at the somewhat embarrassing Gul'dan, his eyes fell on the slenderest knight in the Colosseum:

"I've decided, let him come! Why? Gul'dan, do you have no confidence in your secret weapon? Or, you have been... deceiving me?!"

This malicious question made Gul'dan's eyes glow with a dark red light, but then he bowed his head humbly, his fangs staggered in the corner of his mouth, and whispered in a unique haze and hoarse voice:

"Then you wish, Chief Chief, I will prepare them and let him be merciful. Lest it hurts the valuable warriors of the tribe."

"No need! Let them go to fight!"

Orgrim snorted:

"I don't think your knight can be stronger than the warrior of the tribe!"

With the chiefs seated, 12 large braziers around the Colosseum were lit in sequence, and the entire oval-shaped field was filled with beating light.

A kukkaron warrior wearing a simple armor carrying a blood-red battle axe walked into the passage of the Colosseum. He first smashed his fist in the chest, gestured towards the chieftain, and then turned around, holding in both hands Live tomahawk, staring at the thin shadow in front of him.

The KUKARON Guard is an elite unit defending the chieftain. Each of the fighters is the best warrior. At the moment the orc clenched his weapon, a fierce air came.

Tyrion stood opposite him. Unfortunately, he was the thinnest of the 20 first-generation death knights. As a result, Orgrim was selected as the chess piece used to suppress Gul'dan. He wore the same as other death knights. The heavy black armor makes this heavy armor so uncomfortable that he used to be a ranger.

But to be honest, the dead body will not feel tired, so this fortress-like heavy armor is the best protective gear for them.

Facing this unwilling orc warrior, Tyrion moved his neck and pulled out the steel scepter behind his backhand. This grisly weapon inherited the orc style. It was rough and heavy, with four armoured blades at the top, and The armor-hammer is almost the same, and there are some engraved spells on it, and it is also a staff used by the death knight to cast spells.

Tyrion held the heavy scepter in both hands, staggered his feet, and showed a fighting stance. The dark red cloak fluttered behind his back, and he wore a black mask.

But seriously, Tyrion is not willing to fight for Gul'dan, and he is not too sure.

The first generation of death knights produced by Gul'dan is not the same as the death knights that he will appear in the future. To be precise, the death knights at this time are just conceptual products. In that game, the real death knight's combat power system is really developed. It doesn't exist yet.

Although Gul'dan was confident of them, Tyrion knew that the 20 first-generation death knights, including him, were only semi-finished products. No, not even semi-finished products. They were still using magic instead of body. The death energy in the battle.

Before the battle began, Gul'dan's eyes in the audience flashed, and the finger hidden in the cloak pinched a spell. The next moment, his hoarse voice sounded in Tyrion's heart.

"Tirion. Blade of Dawn, even if you are dead, your body is full of deeds that I don’t like, you hear me clearly! If you lose in this battle, I will put your body and you Threw his soul into the magic fire and burned it completely! Tarongol has taught you a lot of warlock's primary magic these days, not only to win! You must also win beautiful!"

"I am a ranger! I have never used spells!"

Tyrion refuted in a cold voice:

"If you really want me to win beautifully, at least give me a bow!"

"You don’t have the power to choose weapons, and you can’t hide from me. Your physical fierceness is similar to the strongest human mage. You have the potential to become a good warlock. Tarongol appreciates your talent, but it’s a pity , There is no time for you to practice now! If you still want to continue to live as a death knight, then give me desperate to win!"

The moment the voice of Gul'dan fell to the ground, the orc warrior on the opposite side roared and waved his battle axe, and Tyrion's ice-blue eyes narrowed, and his body deflected a few steps, almost dangerous and dangerous. Opened the tomahawk.

"boom"

The hard boulders and ground stones of the Colosseum flew across, and the brute force of the orc was fully interpreted at this moment. The orc warrior watched this blow down. He simply let go of the axe handle, clenched his fists, and punched It was on Tyrion’s chest.

"Snapped"

The ranger's body stepped back a few steps. The heavy plate armor on his body made his movements a bit slow, and when the orc roared and wanted to take the victory to pursue, Tyrion's eyes fluttered with a sense of anger.

Crossing the gate of death, he not only lost his life, but also his past, his emotions, his will, and many more.

"boom"

He clenched the heavy steel scepter with both hands, and as if wielding a sword, he smashed hard towards the orc. The same bricks and stones flew across, pushing the orc warrior back with brute force.

"What are you doing! Want to compete with Kukalong? Fools! Use magic!"

Gul'dan's voice sounded again in Tyrion's heart. This time, the Ranger was unkind.

"Shut up! Disgusting old guy! I am learning!"

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