Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the mist of the night, there was a soft sound, and the long-lost death lord Glokus opened the silver pocket watch in his hand and was looking at the time.

It's a very retro pocket watch, its style is like the purely mechanical high-end pocket watch popularized by human civilization more than 100 years ago. On the other side of the dial, there is a picture that is not very clear. Like Glokus and his two sons, enjoying a hunting scene on a hillside in Nagrand.

There is no doubt that this is a kind of remembrance, a remembrance that the dead also need.

The pointer of this mechanical watch is constantly beating on the black and white dial. In the eyes of Glokus, it is like an invisible hand. It is slowly opening the prologue of this great war. In front of me, it was in the place where the mist spread. The operation of the gears in the pocket watch seemed a bit noisy in this extremely quiet night, and the ticking sounded as if it was time, or a deeper life was flowing freely.

"It's 30 minutes before H."

Glokus put away the pocket watch in his hand. He tightened the black armor on his palm. Then he leaned his hands on the heavy mechanical power warhammer with a touch of wasteland science fiction. He moved his neck, on his shoulder. The heavy armor also made a low collision sound, and he said to someone invisible behind him:

"At the time when Tyrion and I were still in the old tribe, working for Orgrim, we all knew that we were crippled, and our soul was missing a part when crossing the death, some dispensable fragments , And later, we learned that those fragments were placed here...in the hands of Hella."

The tall orc spoke with a thick voice, like a tall hill covered by shadows, complaining incessantly. His smooth head would always emit a quirk in the gloomy darkness. Shine can sometimes make people endure, but give a little hint, don't laugh at his bald head...unless you are really tired.

"Those fragments, soul, emotional fragments..."

Glokush reached out and swayed in the empty air, as if to touch and hold something tight, he said:

"Those things are still dispensable to me now. We don't need them. We can live as well. In the dead world, we can also feel the life of death, but... complete!"

The orc death lord stretched out his thick fingers and pointed to his own heart, where there was no longer a beating heart, he said:

"Every soul is longing for completeness! In every night that cannot sleep, it is commanding me, it is begging me, it is chattering in the ear, that voice, it wants me to take the part that I have lost, take come back..."

"boom"

The greasy mechanically-powered warhammer in Glokus' hands was hammered **** the stone under his feet at this moment. Between the rubble, he said aloud:

"Finally, I'm standing here! I'll get it back, what I lost..."

The orc death knight turned his head, and in a certain halo against the smooth scalp, he said to the figure hidden behind him in the dark:

"What about you? At this moment, don't you want to say something?"

"Uh, sorry, I have nothing to say."

The slightly tired and lazy voice accompanied him as he moved forward in the darkness, exposing the cold face of the **** lord Sarin in the fiery red mage robe, holding the blood bone staff, and the long hair scattered in the dark Came out.

Myra rubbed her forehead and said to Glokus:

"My soul is complete, I can't feel your irritability...Of course, since D-Day was determined, Lumi has been more difficult to deal with every day...I guess, her irritability is probably also Stems from the soul's longing for integrity."

"Of course, she is my wife and the love of my life."

The blood lord’s hand commanded, a touch of thick **** energy pulled between the top of his evil bloodbone staff and his fingers, like a blood red spider web line, he looked at the sticky energy in front of him, He said softly:

"My beloved one wants to take back my soul fragments and make myself complete, then I, as a husband, will naturally support her! Unconditional support... So, if you have to ask me any ideas, I can speak..."

"Let's finish this quickly. I miss my gentle and considerate girlfriend. If removing Hell's **** can make my wife a more perfect woman, then why are we still wasting time?"

A light full of murderous intentions shone in the eyes of Myra. Dawnblade, and he said in a cold voice:

"Let's tear it down!"

"Ah!"

Glokus looked at the blood lord behind him with scornful eyes. The orc death lord shrugged:

"Although it is not the answer I want, but..."

He buckled his black horned helmet on the bald shining head, and carried the grim mechanical power hammer on his shoulder. He looked at the ruins of Hoswald in the valley in front of him, completely covered by the faint blue death mist, And the Kvaldir who rushed out of the entrance of the abyss of the underworld, and the dead soul warriors of Hella, the death lord said violently:

"Then let's... tear it down!"

"Wow"

Faced with the fierce, constantly roaring, gray body of algae covered all over the body, the Kvaldir dead soul soldier like the drowned man charged, the death lord Glokush clenched his power hammer in both hands. Around him, the blood lord Myra waved her fingers, and the blood-like magic of blood gleamed around his body. In the envelope of the blood halo, Myra suddenly whispered:

"Oh, look at them, Lord Glokus, these guys probably thought they were here, only the two of us...they and their evil masters probably felt like they were winning, really sad... right? ?"

"People who know nothing about real power will always be so sad, but it doesn't matter!"

The orc took a step forward. At the moment when his boots fell to the ground, between the deep and dark fog of death, the soldiers hidden in the dark opened their eyes in unison, a star, a blue The sky of the stars spread out before the eyes of the madly charged Kvadir.

The dark blade warriors of the 3 battle groups are like being awakened from a deep sleep. They wear uniform black armor, hold a heavy third-generation axe gun, and behind them carry two black iron choppers, a heavy bullet chain Wrapped around every warrior's chest, oh, yes, and the helmet that the Dark Blade Legion just distributed...

An all-black, smooth, steel helmet with a skull-shaped surface, looks like a group of black warriors ready to go.

At the moment of Glokush’s waving his arms, nearly 240,000 undeads of the three war regiments responded at the same time, and the arms of 480,000 armed with arms were raised high. Rising in the middle, and the footsteps that were stepped out at the same time, just like the blast of a storm, making the entire storm fjord in the darkness tremble at this moment, between the escape of the mist of death, In the silence of the dead march, it seemed that the whole world was shaken.

Above the sky, the two frosted dragons armed with the Saronite iron are loaded with the bravest dark blade knights, flapping their wings covered with frost, they are in the bone dragon lord, frost Under the leadership of the cold wing Nefarian, these undead ultimate creatures skimmed into the ground from high altitude, and where they were flying, even the air was frozen.

Under the silver moonscar, a blast of ice from the bone dragons of the two legions completely frozen the entire broken Ruins of Hoswald, just like turning this incurable black ruin into Like a crystal palace, together with the Kvaldir who were constantly rushing out of the underworld, they were frozen between the dead frosts, just like the strange decorations of this frost palace.

"Is that true?"

Myra looked at the frozen Kvaldir infantry. He regretted:

"It's too weak... are we going to rush in? You see, the entrance is there, I saw it all... A narrow passage that only allows three people to pass together! Really!"

"No! There are 25 minutes to launch the attack!"

The orc death lord looked at his pocket watch, and he said seriously:

"The plan is the plan! We must follow the plan...send a war group to tear down the passage! Let the liches widen the rift. After 25 minutes, I will see a military pass that can accommodate at least 300 people at the same time. Area!"

"Well, that's it, execute it!"

"I hope Ms. Hella, don’t be frightened by this movement..."

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Just as the ground forces in Glokus are widening the rift in Hoswald City to the abyss of hell, in the dead world, in another world, a huge fleet is constantly advancing in the strange black sea .

This is the complete Dead Sea Fleet. A total of 174 warships, large and small, are all historical collections of Dai Lin, one by one, from wooden warships used by ancient night elves to Quel'Sala. The magic warships of the Sri Lankan Dynasty sinking into the sea, and the metal warships launched in recent years, etc., each battleship is almost fully loaded.

It is filled with the most elite soldiers of the Hellfire Corps in the Legion of the Dark Blade, and they will serve as the assault troops that sneak into the Hades abyss on the battlefield of the dead world.

The dead world is a different world shrouded behind the current world of Azeroth. It used to be a complete world, with a complete ecosystem, and naturally there are oceans similar to this world, and the 10,000-year-old explosion not only destroyed The continental distribution of the world of Azeroth will also break up the dead world that is closely related to this world. The abyss of the underworld, the Hades and the territories of Tyrion are connected by a strange dead sea, which is a long distance.

In this world, it is possible to launch a raid on Hela’s abyss from the homeland of the dead world, but the problem is that the road of the dead world is full of uncertainty. It is easy to sail on the Dead Sea without a guide and a chart. Lost in this ocean, and then under the influence of strange powers, it is very likely to be thrown into another world... another dead world.

Don’t forget, the world of death has an exit on every planet among the stars... No one knows what form this world is larger than the present stars, but there is no doubt that it It is more complicated and older than the stars in this world.

"Quick! Pass this **** sea! We only have 1 hour left!"

On the deck of the flagship Sea King, the Death Lord Luminas, carrying the Death Sword, wore a red captain's cap, waving his hand on the side of the ship, while screaming at the silent Necromancers, Pretend to be the commander of this fleet.

But in fact, there is only one commander of the Dead Sea Fleet, but that is not Miss Luminas.

"I suggest you can take a break in the cabin and we will soon reach our destination."

Dai Lin’s voice sounded behind Luminas, immersing herself in the role of her commander, and the hilarious death lord froze for a moment, she took off the red captain’s cap on her head, and then Turning to look at Dai Lin and returning the hat to him, she explained with some embarrassment:

"Uh, I accidentally picked up this hat..."

"Ok?"

Dai Lin looked at the red captain's cap in Luminas's hand, which was the status symbol of the fleet commander. It was stored in a fixed place on the battleship, and it was impossible to be arbitrarily placed, but the sea monster did not say it, he just narrowed his eyes. Eyes, pretending to be puzzled:

"Found it?"

"Well, I admit, I took it from the closet."

Luminas shrugged and said to Dai Lin:

"This hat is beautiful..."

"Then give it to you, madam, this hat is very picky...but I have to say, you are very suitable for it."

Dai Lin seemed to be in a good mood. He reached out and gestured that Luminas did not have to feel embarrassed for this, and the death lord lady who received the gift also happily buckled the really beautiful captain's cap on her head. Made a few gestures commonly used by the captain, and then looked back at the sea monster, she had never seen Dai Lin like this.

The sea demon king stood on the side of the ship, straightening his waist, like a flag, like the old, gentleman who lived in the last era. He looked at the Dead Sea shrouded in gray mist in front of him. In the sea without water waves and storms, his eyes, which always seemed very indifferent, shone with a bright light:

"The sea of ​​Azeroth is no longer a secret to me, but you see, there is a strange sea in this world that I can explore. For a captain, for a king of the sea, Is there anything better than this?"

"Maybe."

Luminas reached out and flicked the captain's cap over her head. She turned her head to look into the distance on the sea, the new world looming in the gray mist, which was the destination identified by the chart provided by Bangsandi, and Hella's Abyss of Underworld is at the site of the dead world.

There will be today's battlefield!

Battlefield of the gods of death!

"Get ready, Lord Luminas!"

Dai Lin's hand was behind his back, he turned to the cabin, he said:

"Soon, it's your turn..."

The death lord nodded, she stroked her death sword, and she whispered:

"Of course, land is our battlefield, and I will not live up to Tyrion’s trust, but I have a little doubt, Your Excellency Dai Lin, I participated in this battle for the integrity of the soul, what about you? You actually No need to participate in this war...after all, your soul is complete."

"Oh, this one."

Dai Lin touched the perfect beard he had repaired. He casually said:

"I heard that Hella had a keeled warship called Nagfar, maybe..."

"It's qualified to be my latest collection..."

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