Azeroth’s Death Track

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The strongest among the guardians, the chief manager Odin does not trust the flesh and blood.

Odin is a very harsh leader who treats himself and others. He holds the supreme military force and is in charge of the military power in the guardian system. When Azeroth is threatened, Odin is always the first charge. In the former generals, he has his own personality charm, but he also has his own shortcomings.

Odin has always believed that this important world of Azeroth will inevitably face a choice of war at a certain point in the future. He must have a strong legion in order to better protect the world, and in the battle of **** After the end, Odin was also dissatisfied with his increasingly tired companions, especially Tyr's proposal to include the ancestral dragons into the manager's system, which further angered Odin.

This stubborn guardian was very disappointed with his companions because of this matter. He felt that when the disaster of the "gods of the gods" came, his group had already indulged in keeping pets, doing experiments and doing nothing daily. The waste wood companions certainly cannot help and can't count on them, so Odin decides to do it himself.

He cut a part from Odourri as the fortress of Varagar, and sent his adopted daughter Hella to the mysterious shadow kingdom to find tough souls, and forged the supreme gate to transform these souls into heroes. The Storm Craftsman builds the body for the heroes.

Of course, as a qualified general, he knew very well that the soldiers needed to go to the battlefield, in addition to armor, they also needed extremely sharp weapons. Therefore, the best blacksmiths in the Warragal Fort got a new mission , They want to make the best weapon for the British Legion, and in the process, on a stormy night, a perfect pair of war swords were built and sent to Odin.

Odin liked this pair of battle swords very much. He felt that the pair of dragon swords like dragon wings could perfectly show the courage of the heroic warriors, so he gave this pair of battle swords his own blessing and hung it in the sky fortress. In the supreme gate of the world, to inspire his own warriors, he has been expecting a warrior to hold it in his hands and let this weapon shine the most deadly light.

Hundreds of years later, the warrior that Odin looked forward to appeared...His name was Ingvar, from the Clan Dragon.

It was a courageous Viku warrior. When he was still alive, he took a group of warriors to conquer a mountain range occupied by the ancient gods, and fought to death, slashing the evil **** with his last breath Servant, such merits sighed the entire Hall of Heroes, so after Ingvar's death, Hella appeared in person and brought the warrior's soul back to the Warragal Stronghold.

Odin gave this Warragal war sword to Ingeval, but unfortunately, Hella soon set off a rebellion, and together with Loken, sealed Odin and the entire British Legion in the Warragal fortress. However, several outgoing heroes survived the robbery, including Ingvar.

Ingvar did not hesitate and witnessed Hella’s betrayal. This brave warrior with a sword of war rushed into Hella’s hell. He was like a legion alone, and upset Hella’s abyss. In the end, Hella had to appear in person to fight against him. Ingvar held a double sword and pierced Hella’s body and heart several times, but the **** of death would not die, and the warrior would finally feel To exhaustion.

Ingeval died like that, his unyielding soul was attributed to the War Sword, but that War Sword was eventually collected by Hella. The Queen of Hell tried to corrode the blade with her own strength, trying to make it use for herself, but it was infiltrated for a long time. In death, Hella’s body became bloated, and she could not use the warrior’s weapon, so she chose a most loyal servant to use it.

The man's name was Vigfors, and there was not much to tell about his evil story. In short, Vigfors finally died, and his soul was also included in the war sword, fighting with Ingeval for a long time. The sword is fighting, and the original Warragal War Sword is forced to separate because of the souls of the two camps. It has two new names...

Odin's Fury and Hella's Fury

Perhaps it was a destiny arrangement. In the end, after thousands of years, in the place where Ingeval died at the time of the war, a dead soul took over his legacy, and across from this dead spirit, General Hella held a hermit Another sword of dark soul.

"Wow"

A thunderous thunder, like the thunder and lightning, was released from the changing shape of Odin's Wrath Sword in Saurfang. The dazzling blue lightning lightened the gloom of this battlefield, the heroic warrior Ingvar entrusted his last will to Saurfang, although he did not want his sword to be held in the hand by an undead.

But he had no choice...

"You said you want to kill Hella's bitch... Then I will help you!"

The soul's aftertone sounded in Saurfang's mind, and the thunderous surge of energy exploded completely, wrapped around Saurfang's broken body, making him look like he was holding a ball Like the tame lightning, the sound of lightning striking the darkness is more like a roaring war song:

"Take my power! Take my last wish...Warrior!"

"Help me hack that slut! Don't be merciless!"

"boom"

Between thunder and lightning, Saurfang took a step forward, and the war sword he carried in his left hand became a blade similar to dragon claws, gathering endless storms and thunder and lightning. , Looks lethal, and the thundering light illuminates Saurfang's gloomy face. The death lord wipes the blood stains on the corners of his mouth with his fingers. He smiles and looks at Emilon in front of him.

"It's nice to bully others with powers that you don't own, right?"

The orc moved his neck, grabbed the shattered armor on his body, and threw it aside. He was naked with his upper body. The scars on his chest made Ymiron's eyes narrow, which meant that the orc had experienced ordinary people in front of him. Unimaginable terrible battle, that is the best medal of a soldier.

"Come!"

Saurfang left his dagger and his right hand spread out without any defense at all, so he walked towards Emilon so carelessly, there should be no anger in the dead, but when he held Odin's anger, he was like a warrior. Anger returned to Saurfang's body again. The orc looked up and stared at the Vrykul in front of him. He shouted loudly:

"Come on! Come hack me! Coward! Finish what you just wanted to do..."

Ymiron didn’t respond. He just used his recovered hands to hold the wrath of Hella in his hand. He watched the orc in front of him in alarm. The defensive posture made Saurfang show a trace of disappointment, but Soon, this disappointment turned back into anger:

"Aren't you coming? Are you scared?"

"Is there not even one person who can fight in Hell's hell?"

Saurfang looked up, and he saw Hella the Queen of Hell, who was beaten by the Lord Lord in the Dead Sea above the distant sky. The invincible woman was beaten by the angry Tyrion. There was no counterattack. force.

"Alright alright!"

The orc shook his head. He said in disappointment:

"This war was quite interesting just now, but it is now boring..."

"boom"

The frozen earth at the foot of Saurfang seemed to be thumped by an invisible behemoth. In the horrible sound of the torn earth, this retrieved the angry death knight and rushed into the sky like a warrior. Roaring:

"It's over!"

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"You are already an elite among hunters, almost no one in the entire continent of Azeroth."

A low, magnetic voice echoed in the ears of the **** mother, Aurelia blinked her blood-red eyes, and she looked at the wacky war spear suspended in midair with some confusion.

That was the loot she had collected after she had shot an odd beast.

In the war between Darkblade and Hella, the **** mother took the Saueren Legion to stay in the ruins of Hoswald and guarded the rear for her husband, and just now, her Saueren Legion broke down from the Storm Fjord. The port of Smide Tide tried to rush back to an army in Hell to support Hella.

It's easy to win...

Not in Hella’s domain, these dead souls are difficult to resurrect after being killed, which makes them very weak when facing the heavy firepower of the Dark Blade Legion.

The weird beast seemed to smell the murderousness on the battlefield, and rushed out of the mist-clad lair, trying to sneak on Aurelia, and the blood-mother sucked all the blood and died miserably. .

But... how could a beast have such a weird weapon? It looks like an ancient weapon, well, some tauren style.

"You have outstanding strength, agile skills, and firm will, and the prey you target cannot escape your palm."

The voice sounded again. This time, the **** mother confirmed that she had no auditory hallucinations. She pursed her mouth, tilted her head, and looked at the strange war spear in front of her. After a few seconds, she said in a hoarse voice:

"It is true, but then?"

"Oh, unlike those hunters and rangers who depend on bows and arrows, you dare to confront your enemies, just like the legendary Huon Gaoling! Your trapping, hunting, and killing skills are perfect! You know you need What?"

The voice asked that this question made the blood maid frown, and she asked tentatively:

"What else do I need?"

"A unique weapon!"

The voice answered seriously:

"A weapon that allows you to chase your opponent like a giant eagle O'Nhala! And it's in front of your eyes, look! This spear is an ancestral weapon of the Highmountain Tauren! It has been blessed by many wild gods It will allow you to spread your wings like an eagle and make you a true wilderness master!"

The weird voice continued to seduce:

"You don't need help from others, hold it, you will become unmatched!"

"Oh."

Aurelia groaned, and then looked at the war spear in disgust. After thinking for a few seconds, she simply replied:

"No! I don't need it!"

"Ok???"

"The wild gods hate the most! The pile of gods at home is enough to cause headaches..."

The **** mother rubbed her forehead and complained:

"The children were not at all worried. They promised that I would take good care of the demigods, but they didn't, and they still need me to feed them every day. That's enough! And what if there's no one to beat? Look at my husband, He can’t beat anyone, right? But he’s too busy to spend time with me for Valentine’s Day now! Do you know? The power is the most annoying! Isn’t it enough?”

"Uh... I mean, you can't always rely on men to protect you!"

The voice was a little restless, and it said:

"You should be stronger than him! Eagle Claw can help you!"

"why?"

The Blood Mother shrugged:

"My husband will protect me, let's say..."

"Wow"

A pair of huge blood wings spread behind the mistress, Aurelia said softly:

"I'm strong enough, I don't need you! A soul of unknown origin and hiding, and I smell from you similar to the little **** of Saratas, you come from the void, right? "

The voice stopped talking, and it seemed that the mistress had guessed its heel.

"Oh, a void servant trapped in this war spear, interesting! The big lich will surely like the experimenter like you!"

"Nasa! Send it to Karazhan!"

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"There is nothing good in Hella's treasure house!"

At the same time that the war between Dark Blade and Hella was going on, in the place where Hella stored the treasure, the little ghost Yuna sneaking over came to and fro in the pile of weird treasures, looking for something she was interested in, The child was not interested in gems of great value and treasures with dark magic, she was just looking for something that could attract her attention.

But unfortunately, Hella and Yuna may have different aesthetics. In short, Yuna has searched the treasure trove and found nothing valuable until she found a weird skull from the horn.

"What kind of duck is this?"

Yuna turned the thing that looked like a demon skull upside down and observed it. She reached out and tapped on the dark green skull surface like a watermelon.

And this terrible action directly awakened the sleeping ancient soul in the skull, and a hazy voice sounded in Yuna's heart:

"Ah, a weird Eredar cub, like an undead, but like paladins, children, did you hear my name?"

"No! What's your name?"

Yuna knew she had picked up something good again, and she waved her hand to open the door to the dead world, and asked:

"Are you famous? You look funny..."

"Famous? Play? You are mocking me, ignorant cub, listen! My name is Sarki! I am the first warlock among Eredar! Even Archimonde It’s my student, but that miscellaneous betrayed me, he was afraid of my strength, and the stupid Memphis didn’t even know how to use me, and you, you look at amazing potential, so listen to me, I will To give you a bright future, you just need to..."

"Wait, where is this going? I smell bad, I don't like it there!"

Feeling the strange power of the dead world, the arrogant tone of the ancient soul hidden in the skull immediately became low and panic, and it shouted:

"Enough! Put me here! Damn it! You ignorant cub! Respect the old man!"

"Leave me down! I won't go there! Damn it!"

"Let go!!!"

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