Azeroth’s Death Track

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"It is noon and the sun is hottest!"

Captain Scaroka, with a full of 110 soldiers, stood outside the forest. He shouted to the team members behind him:

"Don't be afraid, even if it's a ghost, don't dare to move in the sun, we still bring enough holy water! Don't be afraid, we still have an advantage in numbers!"

These words gave some of the feared soldiers some confidence, and watching the morale recover slightly, the captain turned his head and said to the three lieutenants behind him:

"The search time is 4 hours, whether you find it or not, you must walk out of the forest before the sun sets! Do you understand?"

"Observe, sir!"

"Okay, Drake, you and my team, the others, spread out in three directions! The search begins!"

Under the leadership of the three lieutenants, the soldiers lined up in a loose formation and walked into the forest. From a distance, the blue and white armor appeared in the forest, and it looked very strange.

"Captain, this time I actually want you to lead the team."

Putting on a thick blue armor, Lieutenant Drucker holding the epee a little embarrassedly said, "It seems I'm causing you trouble."

With a sword and a shield, Captain Scaroka shook his head. He inserted the long sword into the scabbard around his waist, took a snuff, and took a sip. Then he slowly said:

"Don't say that, Drake, we have all been friends for several years."

The captain smiled and patted the lieutenant's shoulder:

"And this time, the major general also paid great attention to it. As long as we find any clues related to the orcs in the hilly forest, the major general can use this as evidence and request the military department to change the operation instructions...you also know, don’t Of the countries are fighting orcs, and we, Alterac, are staying in the country, and the soldiers are very dissatisfied."

Speaking of which, some bald captains were clearly dissatisfied, he snorted:

"Our Majesty the King is indeed a little too timid!"

"Yeah, there is no way to be promoted without fighting."

Lieutenant Drucker was a downright man. He reached out and put on a heavy iron bucket helmet. He said in a loud voice: "Having fought a battle six months ago, I was promoted to the first rank. I also hope to finish the orc and become a captain. , Better luck, maybe a major or something."

"Hahaha, I like soldiers like you!"

Captain Scaroka laughed and said, "Relax, follow General Blackmore, we will not be lacking in battle."

"But I always have a question, Captain."

Drucker looked around and lowered his voice: "It was half a year ago, that night, there was an elf coming for help. Do you remember, I never saw it again..."

"To shut up!"

The captain's face suddenly became somber, he scolded: "Drake, keep this matter in my heart, no matter who it is in the future, don't say it! Do you understand?"

"Uh..."

The lieutenant didn't have time to answer, and a scream suddenly rang in the distance of the forest.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Suddenly it sounded, and the cutoff was abrupt. In just 2 seconds, the lieutenant and the captain glanced at each other, and the two pulled out their weapons at the same time.

"Everyone, keep up and go over there!"

When the captain and the lieutenant rushed to the left of the forest outside with the soldiers, the two men and the soldiers behind were shocked by the tragic situation in front of them.

The trees in this forest seemed to be blown through by the storm, the small trees were broken, the large trees were covered with frost-sword marks, and on the grass covered with fallen leaves, at least 10 corpses were lying on the ground Most of them were headed by a sword, and the wound was frozen.

There were several others who had their heads removed by brute force. The worst was the leader of the team, who was pierced in the throat with a bone arrow and nailed to the tree trunk. This slaughterhouse-like scene made people sick.

Lieutenant Drake approached the captain and saw his unshakable eyes. The soldier gritted his teeth and reached out to close his colleagues' eyelids.

"Our estimates are wrong!"

The captain half-kneeled on the ground and his face was ugly. In front of him, there were interlaced footprints. Even a layman could tell that there was definitely more than one pair of footprints inside.

"It doesn't seem to be just an enemy... at least 2!"

The voice did not fall, but another scream came, this time very close to where the two were, Lieutenant Drucker clenched his epee, rushed out without a word, he was a very simple soldier Seeing the death of his companion, he must avenge his companion.

"Drake! Slow down! Wait for us!"

Captain Scarlos watched Drake rush out, he scolded, drew his sword shield, and hurried to catch up, and this time, because of the distance, they saw the perpetrators.

Lieutenant Drake had already fought with the enemy when the captain rushed into the nearby forest path with his sword shield.

The lieutenant in the blue armor brandished his epee, which was astonishingly brave. On the opposite side, he was a human in black armor and a black battle axe.

At the moment when he saw the human, Captain Scarok was somewhat disappointed. Not being an orc, it meant that their initial guess was wrong, but they couldn't just let Drake fight alone.

"Go! Kill the human traitor!"

With the order of the captain, more than a dozen soldiers behind him withdrew their sword shields and screamed and rushed up.

Seeing the arrival of the strong enemy, the silent black armored man did not panic. He waved a heavy scepter in his left hand and forced Lieutenant Drake back. The other hand with the armor stretched out and clenched into a fist. A giant soldier was behind the giant force.

"Ahhh"

The soldier wailed in pain and knelt on the ground. His body twitched. The powerful punch just destroyed his body completely, but within a few seconds, the soldier's breathing weakened.

However, the captain had an advantage in numbers in the end. After the black armor knight repulsed the first wave of attacks, the swarming soldiers chopped his weapon on him.

The collision between the weapon and the armor made a jingle, and several soldiers thrust the sword through the gap of the armor and penetrated the body of the black knight.

But the next moment, something shocking appeared, even if it was pierced, the black armor knight still did not stop fighting, as if he could not feel the pain at all, and he held the steel scepter in his hands. With a sword full of swords, there was a rant.

The weird purple light swelled, and the "Resurrection of the Dead" spell stored on the scepter exploded, but all the bodies that came into contact with the aura were standing up again in a strange manner in the horrified eyes of the soldiers, and then Waving his long sword, he rushed to his companions a few minutes ago.

This evil spell of resurrection, in a moment, defeated the will of all soldiers.

"Mark! What's the matter with you, Mark! Don't come over! Don't come over...ah!!!"

Fears like these screamed everywhere on the battlefield among the forests for a time. The captain and the lieutenant stood together. Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Captain Scarlock ordered the decision:

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

"Pap Pap Pap"

Just one second after the retreat order was issued, the dark shadows in the forest swayed, and a group of dark horses rushed out of the hillside, carrying its knights, and it was stopped behind this group of soldiers.

"Oh... there is another one who is not afraid of death."

The knight in black turned over and pulled out the war bow. When he walked to the battlefield, the believer opened the bowstring. Every shot, there must be a soldier falling to the ground. This cruel killing almost became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. The soldiers screamed and fled, and Lieutenant Drucker snarled and rushed towards the black knight.

"Captain! Hurry up! I'll block him for you! Go and ask for help!"

Seeing Drake rush into the side of the black knight, Captain Skarlock hesitated. The voice of the soldier in his heart roared for help, and the voice of the noble suggested that he go back to ask for help.

Within a second of hesitation, the captain turned and ran.

Behind him, Tyrion looked at the big man in blue armor that was rushing towards him. He smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, put the war bow behind him, and pulled out the black epee behind his backhand. At the moment of falling into Tyrion's hands, death energy covered the epee, and the three strange runes inscribed on the sword shone with pale pale colors.

When Tyraine waved the epee, the sharp blade was covered with a layer of cold frost.

"boom"

The two swords collided together, and the dark breath of Tyrion swayed. He looked at the grisly, warrior-like warrior in front of him, and he said softly:

"Brute force...Humans, you have courage."

"So what! I don't need praise from the enemy!"

Lieutenant Drucker regarded Tyrion’s praise as a disgrace. He stepped back and recharged. The sword in his hand looked at Tyrion’s body at a weird angle. The moment before, Tyrion shook his fingers with regret.

"I mean, a courageous guy can live to the end. And unfortunately, you shouldn't be hurt..."

"What do you mean?"

There was a trace of doubt in Lieutenant Drake, watching the sharp blade in his hand cut off Tyrion's slim waist, and it was at this moment.

A pain erupted from the inside of the body, causing Lieutenant Drake's slash to completely disappear, the Epee was easily blocked by Tyrion's armor, and Lieutenant Drak in front of him became pale and trembling in an instant. Is like dying.

"boom"

The lieutenant's body shook, kneeling weakly in front of Tyrion's eyes, the blood that belonged to him in the ripped wound on his body, gathered in Terrion's palm in a creepy way As a result, more than half of the blood was drawn in an instant, and the lieutenant had not died yet.

"Kaka Kaka"

The bright red blood cells were frozen little by little in Tyrion’s palm, he placed it next to his nose and smelled it, and gave a satisfied sigh:

"Um...the blood of the warriors, it's delicious."

After he finished, he looked at Captain Scarok who had ran almost 30 yards away. A flash of contempt flashed in his eyes. The ice sabre in his hand was inserted into the ground, and his right hand reached out. A flash passed on his arm.

"Your life is in my hands!"

The dark red energy of death spewed out like a snake, spanning a long distance between the forests, buckled behind the captain, and then withdrew wildly.

It was like a rope of death energy, and the captain who had escaped caught Tirion again.

"Snapped"

The captain's body fell to the ground covered with fallen leaves in a leaping spiral, and he wanted to struggle to get up, but the next second, the sharp-angled boots decorated with black skulls stepped on his back, Tyrion's hands Holding Captain Drake's Epee instead, staring at Captain Scaroka under his feet, he said softly:

"Coward...it's not the last thing..."

"puff"

Tyrion’s arms were pressed down, and the dark red surging heavy sword pierced the captain’s armor, pierced his chest, nailed him to the ground, and the blade passed through the pain, Jeans Captain Carroll's struggling face burst into blue, his eyes wide, his body beating like a fish thrown out of the water at this moment.

The next second, this body was completely abandoned by life.

"Om"

A drop of warm blood fell into Tyrion's fingertips under the control of death energy. He protruded his tongue and licked it, and there was a trace of disgust in the ice-blue eyes.

"Coward's blood...so disgusting!"

At the same moment when the two chiefs were easily defeated, following them, the remaining dozen soldiers were manipulated by the silent human knight to kill all the dead bodies.

After smashing the head of the last escaped soldier with his own hands, the silent human knight withdrew the sword inserted in the body and threw it aside, the spell of the resurrection of the dead also dissipated at this moment, and the active corpses Fell to the ground.

He walked over to Tyrion, bowed respectfully, and said in a jerky voice:

"The enemy has been dealt with, we should go, Master Terion."

"No, there is another..."

Tyrion turned to look at Lieutenant Drucker who was kneeling on the ground with half his life left. He walked to the lieutenant's eyes, squatted down, stretched his hand on the lieutenant's shoulder, he looked at Drucker and said in a deep voice :

"I like the Warriors, so you have a chance to live... When you return everything here to your general, don't use "cruel" to describe me! You see, if you don't speak, I will be your default. .."

Tyrion stood up and blew a whistle. The silent skeleton warhorse approached him. The elf knight turned over and pulled the broken hood down. Behind him, the human knight also rode a silent warhorse. The two quickly disappeared into the forest, and they could still hear the strange conversation between the two.

"Grocush, you said I am very kind? Look, I just spared his life!"

"If no one finds him in 20 minutes, he will die. This behavior is far from benevolent. He will wait there to die alone...Adult, this is cruel."

"Damn Glokush, you are not humorous. Why did I choose you as my servant!"

And on Lieutenant Drake’s shoulder, where he had just been touched by Tyrion, terrible frostbite appeared on Lieutenant’s skin, spreading towards other parts of the body at a rapid rate, and took away Germany by little. Lieutenant Lack had only heat left in his body.

It's like...the touch of death.

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