Azeroth’s Death Track

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As early as the moment he entered the burning plain, Anduin Lothar had a hunch.

This will be the last battlefield of Rongma in his life. He will die here...and his death will bring the final victory to the league.

This is not an old man's wishful thinking or an occasional whim. In fact, Losa predicted her death in a special way three years ago.

That was when he led a team of soldiers, led by the Khadgar mage and the orc assassin Garona, rushed into Karazhan to personally solve his lifelong friend Medivh.

At the moment when he wielded his sword through the heart of Medivh, in his tear-filled eyes, Karazhan's air showed that gorgeous and strange light, and he glanced into a trace of fate in that light, he looked When it came to how he fell off the battlefield, he saw how Orgrim, the chieftain of the orc, broke his long sword. He also saw the scene where Orgrim smashed his head with a hammer.

In the battlefield of this burning plain, all developments are exactly the same as those traces of fate. He is not without trying to resist this fate, but when he really sees this war, he sees the death on the faces of those orcs. At the time, he understood that this is him, and this is the home of Anduin Lothar.

He must die here! After his death, his lieutenant Turalyon took over his broken sword and completely defeated Orgrim! Bring the tribe together! Bring the victory back to the league!

His death is part of victory and part of fate!

"Tulayan, fate has chosen you, come on, accept all this and bring victory to the league."

Watching Orgrim's warhammer hit his head a little bit, in the flight of gray hair, Lothar's eyes were closed, and his fingers holding the broken sword were also released at this moment.

But at the next moment, Lothar did not feel the pain of the warhammer's broken head. On the contrary, beside him, a cold energy fell from the sky to the ground, and he felt cold fingers choked on his neck, pulling him from the ground. Mentioned it.

Lothar opened her eyes and saw the elven death knight confronting the orc chieftain.

This is wrong!

"This is wrong! Fate is not arranged like this!"

Lothar struggled subconsciously. The power of a top warrior prevented Tyrion from imprisoning this human marshal. In front of him, the orc chieftain was also reluctant to give up his victory. He roared and raised the war hammer Losa, caught in Tyrion's hand, smashed again.

"Ao"

An unpleasant roar sounded in the sky, and in the panic-screaming of the Griffon Knights, a large black bone dragon tearing the clouds, its dark red eyes stared at the battlefield below, under the command of Glokus , This necrotic dragon opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, although there is no respiratory organs, but the necrotic dragon returned from death still made a deep breathing action.

At the next moment, black smoke was ejected from its terrifying black bone dragon kiss, which was also mixed with lava-like flames. This red dragon still maintains the ability to breathe after death, but that kind can be used for healing, The fire of life, which can also be used for destruction, has dissipated, replaced by a dark smoke and flame storm more in line with the identity of the undead dragon.

The dark breath of death wrapped around the magma-like pillar of fire, sweeping across the battlefield like a whip of flames. This dragon breath is much weaker than the living red dragon, but once caught in the dark smoke around the flames, You will be attacked by both hot and cold forces at the same time. The dark smoke of the Necrotic Dragon is scattered everywhere in just a few seconds, leaving a black and gray ash path on the ground, which will be wrapped around The orcs and humans fighting together are forced to separate.

Seriously, this thing is harder to deal with than simply Dragon's Breath.

"Let me go! This is not my destiny! This is not the destiny of the Alliance!"

Seeing a great situation because this sudden guy was disrupted, Marshal Lothar furiously broke free of Tyrion's shackles, pulled a dagger out of his waist, and rushed towards the death knight.

"who are you!"

"Your destiny is not here, Anduin Losa! Now be quiet for me!"

The strange black sword in the death knight's hand waved, his blade across the air, and a whistling sound like a crying wolf howl, flew Marshal Lothar's dagger, and the death knight turned back with a long sword to block the attack of Orgrim's warhammer, His eyes moved, and the dark red energy of death sprang from the ground, trapping Lothar trying to sneak attack in the air.

"Traitor! Die!"

The destruction hammer swayed by Orgrim was blocked by the ablaze blade of the apocalypse, the death knight waved his left hand, and the screaming death wound hit the chieftain’s chest, leaving a black plate armor The corroded mark knocked the orcs back a few steps.

"puff"

The sharp blade of the broken sword pierced the body of the death knight from behind, and cold blood poured out of the wound, but was quickly drawn back into the body. Tyrion looked down at the broken blade pierced in the abdomen, his face There was a gloomy gloom.

Anduin Losa was not grateful for his life-saving benefactor. The marshal who has seen the future fate is now full of concerns about the alliance. He is afraid that the victory of the alliance destined by the alliance will be destroyed by the death knight in front of him.

After all, everyone knows now that the death knight is a special arm of the Horde! Although Tyrion is fighting Orgrim, this guy may have something to do with the Horde!

Can't keep him!

Lothar's murderous intention spread inside him. He held a broken sword and launched a "just backstab" from behind, piercing Tyrion's body, but failed to stop the death knight's movement.

"You're irritating me! Stupid Lothar!"

Tyrion waved a sword, forced Orgrim back, turned back and caught Loza's wrist, red light flashed in his blue eyes, and the blood in Loza's body flowed quickly at this moment, In the mad blood drawing of Sahrain, sprayed from the wound on his body, and soon formed a layer of translucent blood shield on the surface of the body of the death knight.

"boom"

The severe pain erupted from inside the body made Marshal Lothar's counterattack move. The death knight avoided his fist and waved his palm. The cold iron armor hit the neck of Lothar and lost a lot of blood , This blow hit the marshal almost dizzy.

"Grocus, take this **** away!"

Tyrion grabbed Lothar's arm with his left hand, turned around in the same place, and threw the body of the old marshal into the air. The knights jumped up and tried to catch the old marshal, but when the parabola reached the highest point, he died. The spirit dragon attacked with muskets, arrows and those pesky griffon knights, swiftly passed through the air, the orc death knight threw a death grip at the right time, and took Losa directly back to the dragon's back.

"What the **** are you..."

"boom"

Before Lothar's words were finished, the heavy punch of the orc death knight hit his head.

"Take a good rest! Your Excellency Marshal!"

"Tirion, come up! We should go!"

A chain was thrown at the foot of Tyrion. The elven death knight held the humming magic sword Apocalypse in both hands. In the flare of the sword body rune, the cold death energy gathered around his body into a substantial frost storm. , Breaking Orgrim's unwilling offensive, making the Chieftain have to withdraw from the death knight's attack.

"Uh"

Tyrion grabbed the chain with one hand, and the apocalypse was inserted back into the scabbard behind him. In the deep roar of the undead dragon, the body of the death knight rose into the sky. He stretched out **** and put it on his forehead, flushing his eyes. Orgrim did a weird military salute.

"Farewell! Great Chief, I hope you have had a good time in the Alliance's prisoner of war camp. If there is a chance, I will "visit" your..."

With a mocking laughter, Orgrim grabbed the battle axe at hand and threw it towards the death knight in the air. The latter hit a death coil with his backhand and smashed the battle axe into the air.

His gaze swept across the battlefield below, and there were no fluctuations in the mind of the elven death knight. This time the operation to save Lothar looked smooth, but he had not forgotten those nasty bronze dragons, so he couldn't stay here anymore.

"Go to the headwind path and go directly to the Dark Portal after delivery, the less time you have to delay!"

The death knight figured out the next steps. Suddenly, a scorching light blade blasted from the battlefield below. Tyrion was awakened suddenly. He lowered his head and saw a glorious light. Hit him like a warhammer.

Tyrion swings a chain in the air, which can avoid this holy light hammer, but the chain that swings in the air can't escape. With the cracking sound of the click, the body of the death knight falls down, he Stretching out his left hand, huge energy of death spewed out of the palm of his hand, buckled on the body of the Necrotic Dragon. He lowered his head and saw the guy standing on the hillside and throwing out this trial of Holy Light.

That's Lothar's lieutenant, wearing a silver armor, a knight with a long sword and a strong shield... Turalyon!

As soon as he saw this guy, the figure of another girl flashed through in Tyrion’s heart, and an unknown hostility swayed in the heart of the death knight, watching the burning Holy Light gather in Turalyon’s hands again, Thai Ryan's eyes flashed fiercely.

"Uh"

The grip of death was actively disconnected by it. The dark power from the blasphemous demon opened the dark wings behind him. He pulled out the apocalypse in the backhand in the air. In the strange hiss of the magic sword, he turned toward Turalyan below. Cut it off.

"Glokush, take him away! I'll kill a nasty paladin first, and then come..."

"Tirion! Don't waste time on him. We have finished what we should do. Let Medivh do the rest."

The orc’s voice sounded in Tyrion’s heart. The latter knew that Glokush was right. They saved the mortal Lothar, which allowed the bronze dragon to come at any time, but this time, the death knight did not use reason. Stopping the nameless fire inside, instead, he obeyed the rare anger of the dead.

"Medwin? You really thought he was a friend? Don't say it! Go, throw Lothar at the entrance of the upwind path, and then at the fastest speed, go to the Dark Portal and meet Roglio!"

Although I don’t know what Tyrion had to do with the hated Paladin, from Tyrion’s tone, Glokus already knew that this matter could not be changed, this orc is also a decisive guy, he immediately Pull up the reins of the Necrotic Dragon and take off quickly.

They carried Lothar towards the headwind path, and behind the undead dragon, the few red dragons who didn't know life and death really followed.

"Dragonmaw debris!"

Glokus. Blackhand glanced back at the red dragons and the screaming dragon knights. The killing intentions surged in the eyes of the orc death knight. He reached out and patted the skull of the huge undead dragon. Say:

"Augus de Terraz, would you like to find a chance to kill them?"

A moment later, the hoarse voice of the undead dragon sounded:

"I'm happy to get rid of these traitors, and I'm happy to tear their throats and flesh, don't call that name, that's not my name... call me, death knell!"

The undead dragon spread its wings and flew into the higher night sky, while Tyrion launched a fight with the angry Turalyon on the ground.

He propped up the green anti-magic shield, so that the Holy Light that Turalyon smashed on him was absorbed silently, and in the face of the weird magic sword in Tyrion’s hand, the more skillful Turalyan played. Very difficult.

"Tirion! You should never forget to extinguish the Holy Light! Never want to destroy all this!"

Turalyon roared and waved his long sword, and the burning Holy Light wrapped a dazzling light around his blade, which made him look more courageous and firm.

"This sword is for Lothar!"

"boom"

The black and gold weapons collided together, and the great force from the wrist caused Turalyon to be repelled for several steps. Tyrion sneered. He stepped forward and a huge death surged in the other hand. Spiritual energy, like a whirlwind storm, is like a warhammer that shatters everything. The hammer is fiercely hammered on the light shield on the surface of Turalyon's body.

"boom"

The light of Turalyon and Tyrion’s death collided with each other, like a whistling storm, blowing the hair of two people. The Paladin waved his shield and hit the death knight in front of him. The latter took a step back The magic sword was inserted back into the scabbard behind him. At the moment Turalyon’s sword shield separated, Tyrion’s left hand was quickly attached to the surface of his shield.

The blasphemy seal buzzed, pouring more energy into Tyraine’s body, the cold light in the eyes of the death knight became more dazzling, and the kind of death energy that spewed out eroded the paladin body like a dark tide. The light of the table made Turalyon gritted his teeth and wanted to continue, but the death knight grinned his finger.

At the next moment, the blood in Turalyon’s body merged into three swirling liquids, which fell into Tyrion’s palm, and an irrepressible pain broke out in the paladin’s body, so that he could still adhere to the Holy Light. Became swaying.

"Come on"

As the sound of glass shattered, the Holy Light suddenly shattered, and Turalyon’s handsome cheek was also severely hit by a cold fist, and his head was shifted outward, making his body staggering. 'S stepping back, the next moment, cold fingers clasped his neck and grabbed his body from the ground.

The death knight was close to the paladin, and the cold and silent breath made the paladin shudder all over.

"I don't want to extinguish your so-called holy light at all... Your life is full of violence and war, what qualifications do you have to talk to me about salvation and order? Come on, Grand Knight..."

"I just want to kill you... nothing more!"

His fingers tightened slowly, the jumping light in his eyes became more and more cold, and the other finger ticked forward. Behind the Paladin, the strangely suspended Magic Sword Apocalypse whistled without anyone holding it. Cut down.

"Farewell, Turalyon."

"puff"

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