Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Uh"

Tyrion opened his eyes. He raised his head from the icy and dark cemetery, and what he saw in his eyes was the ruined Wind Village. The distant Windrunner Tower had been completely destroyed in the ravages of dragon fire. .

The familiar scenery can no longer be seen, just like the last trace of the past in the heart is completely erased by the war.

Tyrion turned his head and looked at the tombstone behind him, which he erected here last night personally, representing his past buried by hand.

The left and right sides of this stone tombstone are decorated with slightly gritty white bones, which are the bones of Gul'dan, used by Tyrion to commemorate the souls of the dead, and in grief, and the characters engraved by Tyrion, representing him The final memorial to the dead.

"Dawn blooms here, and night ends here. You are the greatest general, the most fearless hero, the most determined protector, and the most perfect mother."

The epitaph in the inscription is not prominent, Tyrion did not even engrave Lilysa's name, he did not want her to be disturbed.

The death knight leaned down, and his finger touched a wild flower beside the tombstone. In the flames of night, this delicate flower miraculously survived the flames, but its petals had withered, and it looked like this The piece of earth covered with ashes is about to die.

"Om"

The frost surging from the fingertips covered the little flower, just like a perfect layer of protection. The crystal ice covered the strong flower little by little, casting it into a bouquet of ice that will never die. .

He half-kneeled on the ground and placed it beside the tombstone in front of his eyes. He reached out and touched it on the stone.

"I'm leaving, I may never come back."

"But if I die, I hope I can be buried here and be with you forever..."

"I know you yearn for peace, but I'm sorry, mother...I can't embrace it anymore."

"Goodbye."

The death knight stood up. He closed his eyes, stood for a moment in front of the tombstone, and then turned away. The dark cloak draped over his body, as if covering his destiny, no light was visible.

More than ten minutes later, in the forest that was burned to the outside half of Quel'Thalas, four behemoths were placed on the ash-covered ground. That was four dead dragons, three of which were General Liresa killed it.

While the war was going on, the elves did not care about handling these corpses, and by the time they got back to God, the three-headed dragon corpses had disappeared.

Tyrion looked at the bodies of the four dragons in front of him. One of the dragons had shrivelled skin and looked terrible. Like a zombie dragon, he was drained from his body and the deadliest. At that end, while other young dragons were cut by Luminas and Serente, they were bleeding continuously.

Dragon blood is really a good thing. Tyrion draws out the blood of the young dragon. The hot blood almost evaporates his body, but after cooling, it makes his body stronger and more than enough to hold it. More energy for death.

Although other death knights cannot directly draw dragon blood like him, they can also be used to strengthen their bodies with a little treatment.

"Their souls are gone."

Glokus walked to Tyrion and said to him: "We can't wake them up in the way of death knights, we can only use them as the lowest level corpses."

"enough!"

Tyrion replied: "It's just a young dragon. It's not possible to become a bone dragon and an ice dragon at least. At least they can become qualified mounts and weapons of destruction when necessary."

"This is a big project."

The black hand shrugged. Although he failed to kill Gul'dan completely, he cut off the guy's head and let him out of breath. He looked at the dark rangers who were busy with psychic formations. He said :

"It may take a whole day to get it right."

"enough!"

Tyrion reached out and grabbed a white skull in his waist. He put it in his hand and played with it. Eventually, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the orc camp:

"The elves will help us to hold them down. Zuluhed was cut off by Luminas. Without him, those young dragons are not afraid, let's go, we go to recruit new members, and then tonight ...Tonight, let us kill them all!"

As Tyrion and Glokus wandered the battlefield after the war, looking for qualified new members for the Knights of Dark Edge, Warlord Saurfang was also considering Quel'Thalas in the orc camp. Battle.

In the war last night, the orcs watched the support of the elves and decided to retreat decisively, but the Amani trolls who hated the elves did not do so.

On the contrary, even after the orc evacuated, these trolls continued to attack aggressively. After losing Zul'jin, they did not have a qualified leader at all.

Armani trolls use their actual actions to perfectly interpret what is called cannon fodder...their crazy attack regardless of wear and tear, blocking all the elven chasers for the retreating orcs, even after the battle has ended, those The trolls, who were stunned by hatred, are still attacking the elves' defensive line of defense.

"In addition to the fleeing clan clan, Twilight's Hammer and Dragonmaw Clan have not suffered much."

Saurfang's face was still pale. He sat in his chair, thinking about the battle of Quel'Thalas:

"But you can't waste too much troops here, it's just a feint, and the purpose has been achieved."

The eyes of the orc warlord narrowed his eyes. He got the battle report this morning, and there were human reinforcements in the elven army, which means that their war in Quel'Thalas has attracted the attention of the human kingdom, and The number of those reinforcements is not large, that is to say, the human kingdom put most of the military power on the frontline confrontation, they may not have much time to pay attention to the elves.

"This is a good thing, now... waiting for the command of the chieftain."

Saurfang thought of this, he reached out and rubbed his chest. Last night's fierce battle caused him to lose at least one-fifth of the blood. Although the orc's strong body, it only took a few days of rest to slow down, but Terry The terrible threat that Ang showed in the battle made the orc warlords pay attention.

He also heard the news of the death knight of Talon Golem being defeated by the Paladin on the front line, but now it seems that the real note is not the Talon Golem, but the sudden rise of Tyrion Dawn. Blade, the elven ranger who was beheaded by him.

Unfortunately, he had betrayed the tribe, and at the moment he killed Gul'dan's body, he had completely stood against Saurfang.

"Overseer! We found Zuluhed..."

The guard's report interrupted Saurfang's thinking. He looked up and shouted:

"Then let him see me soon!"

"Uh"

The guard lifted the curtain of the tent a little embarrassedly and carried a pocket in it. After a while, Saurfang saw the head in his pocket, which belonged to Zuluhed. When the head was cut off, this orc The chief's panic remained on his cheeks, which was a shame for the orcs.

"Take it!"

Saurfang felt his chest feel stuffy, the wound on his head was frozen, and it was undoubtedly the handwriting of those death knights, and although Zuluhed was cowardly and foolish, he commanded the Dragonmaw clan, and now the chief was Killed, if Saurfang can't come up with a convincing reason, I am afraid that the Dragonmaw clan will rebel in an instant.

"It's a mess!"

Saurfang swears, but there is not much time to hesitate for the situation. The trolls have proved that they are not qualified allies at all. It will be sooner or later to be defeated. Once the elves have calmed down the trolls Trouble, it's self-evident who will find the account next time.

"Quelsalas can't stay anymore!"

Saurfang gritted his teeth, stood up, and called a meeting of the chiefs, and at this moment, a tired orc messenger rushed into the tent:

"Warlord, I brought the secret command of the great chief!"

"Ok?"

Saurfang was stunned. Quel'Thalas was thousands of kilometers away from the front hills battlefield. In this case, unless a major event really happened, Orgrim's war talent, he simply It is impossible to pass commands in this way.

The orc warlord stretched out his hand to take over the animal skin letter in the messenger's hand. He unfolded and glanced at it, his unsullied joy beating in his eyes.

"Guard! Go and ask Chief Gujar to come... and bring Gul'dan's soul by the way, Dragonmaw...Dragonmaw!"

A few minutes later, Gujar took Gul'dan's soul stone and walked into Saurfang's tent. Sarufar was also polite, and directly passed Orgrim's secret order to Gujar, who saw At first glance, the three eyes suddenly showed a surprised look.

"Is this true? Those humans would actually be at this time... (this may be a mean tactical fraud!)"

"of course it's true!"

Saurfang moved his wrist, and Shen Sheng said:

"The criticism of Alterac has always been like this. It's not surprising that they made such a choice. The frontline battlefield has no need to worry. Now, we should also set out to enter the real battlefield... I plan to go from Lordaeron The Stratholme area of ​​the kingdom is directly inserted into the hinterland of the human kingdom. According to the information of the scout, we only need to conduct a 2-3 day emergency march to reach the Lord City of Lordaeron!"

The orc warlord clenched his fists, his eyes full of anticipation of victory:

"By then, the big picture is set!"

Gujar hesitated for a moment, and Gul'dan's soul stone did not respond specially. After a while, the two-headed ogre chief replied humbly:

"So, when are we going to leave? (Will it be more convenient to move at night?)"

"Um... this afternoon!"

Saurfang narrowed his eyes. A cold but absolutely effective idea formed in his mind. He lowered his voice:

"I will let the Dragonmaw clan to dispatch all the young dragons this afternoon and attack Quel'Thalas to attract the attention of the entire battlefield. Then we take this opportunity to cross Quel'Thalas at the fastest speed. And the mountains of Stratholme, by the way, tell the trolls that we are about to counterattack!"

"Since they are only willing to be driven by revenge, let them enjoy revenge!"

"boom"

Saurfang's fist hit the table, his eyes fixed on Gujar in front of him, he asked in a deep voice:

"I only have one question right now, Chief Gujar, your Twilight's Hammer clan, are you willing to give everything to the cause of Chief Orgrim and the entire Horde?"

Gujar nodded without hesitation, stood up, and patted his chest:

"Of course! I'm loyal to the Chief Chief! (My family and I are willing to give everything for the tribe's cause!)"

The next second, he said again:

"It's the same with Gul'dan's violent clan (the warlock has realized his mistake, you can believe him!)"

"Just wait until the battlefield speaks with action!"

Saurfang nodded, and at the same time, the Kukaron assassins who quietly stood behind Gujar also dispersed under the direction of Safarur's eyes. This is of course a combat meeting, but This is also an assessment. Once Gugal and Guldan have any dissatisfaction, Saurfang will kill them without hesitation.

A few minutes later, Gujar came out of Saurfang's tent, and he reached out and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Even with a powerful warlock and mage like him, in such a small space, facing a warrior like Saurfang and more than 5 elite assassins, there is a high probability of being killed instantly.

But now it seems that his docile disguise on weekdays has given him a lot of points.

"Gul'dan, what should we do? (Do you want to follow him back to die?)"

Gujar asked in a spiritual link, and a moment later, Gul'dan's voice sounded again:

"It's okay, follow him back first...When the blood demon's goods are delivered, you and I can be truly free, we will go to find our destiny, let Orgrim and his tribe and the alliance fight to death ..."

"There is only one final winner!"

"that's me!"

Gul'dan and Gugal's thoughts emerged at the same time. Obviously, they didn't trust each other, but the two conspirators at least have the same goals and can cooperate.

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