Azeroth’s Death Track

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"It's so disappointing, my new owner is such a cruel man."

Nasa embraced Tyrion's waist in a very ambiguous gesture. The Blood Watcher did not wear the heavy armor. She only wore a red dress and was riding a horse with the death knight.

She opened her eyes and touched her fingers gently on Tyrion's cheeks. With a little malicious intent to hide, she whispered:

"Just so neatly refused Miss Windrunner's retention, let's guess, if you kept her at that time, maybe she would even leave everything behind, and follow you through the world... What a passionate chick."

"I am already dead."

Tyrion casually said: "What she wants, I don't have anything here, the whole world wants to kill me, I don't have the qualifications, I don't have the time to think about something like "for someone", always focus on In things that have nothing to do with survival...I might die again, that's it."

"A man like you can be a lie!"

Nasa’s fingers slid on the armor of Tyrion’s chest, and her voice became low:

"You and my life are connected by the cursed blood of Sarin. You can't fool me. Every time you see her, your emotions will become weird. She is very important to you, and I think, Maybe she doesn't value these things, life and death."

"Women, but they will always be slaves of emotion...

After saying this, Nasa seemed to think of something. She suddenly fell silent. When the war horse stepped into the pass of the black swamp, the blood watcher wearing a long skirt jumped down from the war horse. A word disappeared in the air.

For the neurotic behavior of Nassa, Tyrion has been used to it. The blood of Sarin may not change her mind, but has begun to affect her behavior and character. In the confrontation of the desire for blood and the will, the behavior is crazy. Some are not incomprehensible.

Riding on the war horse, Tyrion’s eyes looked straight ahead. This place is called the dark swamp. It was originally the southernmost bleak land of the continent, a deserted swamp, but at this time, it has been standing here for 7 years. Under the influence of the Dark Gate, two thirds of the quagmire was swamped by bad weather. The sight is a dark red, barren land that cannot be seen by a tree.

In this dark setting, the death knight pulled up the horse rein, the skeleton warhorse raised its four hooves, and rushed into this rough place.

And in the dim distance, in the valley surrounded by mountains, a strange thunderbolt fell from the sky, rendering the valley like a dark entrance to hell.

That is where the door of darkness is located. Outside that door is a new world.

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Burning the Plains, the 7-year war between the Alliance and the Horde has come to the end. This night's fierce battle is like a sacrifice of flesh and blood. It is about to give birth to the final winner.

"Rush! Rush in!"

Reginald Windsor, the general of the Kingdom of Stormwind, split the orc in front of his eyes with a long sword in his hands. After being filled with blood, he was an alliance soldier who rushed to the ramp of the Blackstone Tower. These lived in the war. The warriors who had come down were already full of courage, and in front of them, the once violent or invincible orcs lost their souls and lost their helmets and armor.

They were huddled together like a driven goat, wailing and roaring, trying to rush into the passage of the Blackstone Tower, but in their desperate eyes, at the end of the road, the heavy gate was slowing down Close slowly.

"Shut it off! Maim! Damn it, shut it off! We will be sent to **** by these broken soldiers!"

Reid. Blackhands waved a red war blade, and his hands fell with swords to slash the scuttled soldiers in front of him. Behind him, Maim Blackhands looked sadly at the compatriots driven by human soldiers. They had been completely lost. With the courage to fight, he was running towards the last refuge.

"Chief, maybe we can save them..."

The Blackrock Orc soldier beside Reed grabbed the chief's arm and shouted:

"We rush a wave, and maybe we can also break up the Alliance dogs!"

"Do not be silly!"

Red's crimson eyes shouted to the black stone orcs around him: "Orgrim has failed. These broken soldiers will disperse us. They will only open a channel into the black stone tower for the Alliance dog!"

"idiot!"

"puff"

Another fleeing orc who fought for nowhere was hacked to death by Red, and he roared and kicked another fleeing soldier:

"Think about your family! They are all in the Blackstone Tower, and they were rushed in by the Alliance, and the Blackstone Clan is over!"

"Close the door! Maimu!"

Hearing his brother's roar, Maim Blackhand raised his head again. Behind the orc collapse, the human soldiers roared. They were fighting the battle flag like an invincible torrent.

Maim felt a shudder, a fear that made him ashamed, and finally, the Blackrock Warlord shook his hand.

"Close the door!"

"Boom"

In the sound of the internal chains and organs, Reid. Blackhand took the Blackstone Orcs back to the entrance of the Blackstone Tower, watching the heavy gates about to close, and the fleeing orcs made a terrifying howl, they aimed their weapons at the Under the threat of death, the crowded compatriots in front of them were completely crazy.

They killed each other, only to open a road to a safe zone. The fierceness and cruelty of the Alliance soldiers behind them were also shocking.

"Gosh..."

A colonel next to General Windsor lowered his sword shield subconsciously. He looked at the orcs who had killed each other. He whispered:

"This is crazy..."

"No! No! Don't leave us behind!"

An orc covered with blood fell in front of the gate of the black stone tower with only a gap left. His fingers clasped the ground and crawled a little toward the door in front of him. Reid watched the fellow climb on the ground Moving, I saw the shocking blood stains under him. For a moment, Reid even wanted to rush out desperately, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and turned around.

"boom"

The heavy black door closed behind him, as if to cut the world apart. Outside this door was the **** of a ruined tribe, and inside the door it was quiet, although the roar of the orcs outside the door could still be heard. Screaming, but Reid tried to calm himself down. He looked up and saw his brother who was blushing. He said softly:

"Tribe... Orgrim's tribe, it's over."

On the plains less than 2000 yards from the Black Stone Tower, the chieftain Orgrim, who was surrounded by dozens of human warriors, waved a hammer and smashed the war sword he came over, gasping for breath. , Glanced back at the closed black stone tower, his blood-stained face revealed a bitter smile.

Behind him is the two-handed flaming sword Saint Lao Da'er and only a few orc warriors left. This sword sage is naked and his body is full of scars. He is breathless, and he and Orgrim At the foot of the body, the bodies of Kukaron who guards the chieftain and the most powerful swordsmen of the Fireblade clan have flooded the battlefield.

There are more human knights and corpses of war horses and war wolves, and the blood is almost stained the dark red ground under the sunlight.

"Orgrim, you are done!"

Admiral Dai Lin reached out his hand and wiped the blood stains on his face. He grinned and dragged his long sword towards the orc chieftain who was surrounded by him. Next to him were the great knight Uther, Tirion Fording and Lordae Lord Alessandro Mograine, the strongest warrior in the human world, gathered with the Paladin to "see off" the chieftain of this tribe.

In addition to the small battlefield surrounded, the victory of the alliance is already at hand. The knights took the infantry one by one to defeat the orcs who were still stubborn, and more often fought each other in desperation. At this time, the alliance The number advantage is almost infinitely magnified. Many orcs roared and wanted to rush into the battlefield to rescue their chieftain, but they were blocked by the soldiers of the alliance from the battle circle.

"boom"

Dai Lin's severed sword was blocked by Orgrim's warhammer, the collision of weapons was splashing, the exhausted chieftain was beaten back several steps, and the black plate armor on his body had been cut a lot of gaps His hair was scattered and his face was covered with blood and blood, and he was extremely embarrassed. It was a dead end.

The Horde's failure caused Orgrim to be miserable. He was determined to fight the battlefield like a real orc chieftain. He roared and clenched the warhammer, and joined Daelin who rushed up again.

"I am Orgrim! Chieftain of the Horde! Maybe I will die here...but you! You will be buried for me...!"

"Keng"

Dai Lin's epee was hit by Orgrim, and the two big knights who guarded Dai Lin immediately stepped forward to protect Dai Lin. The extremely tired orc warriors also started under Orgrim's leadership. A wave of decisive counterattacks.

But as the knights rushed to the battlefield, the old Blademaster of the Fireblade roared, and jumped to the front of Orgrim. Above, entangled with blazing flames, in the offensive of the old swordmaster desperately, the sharp long sword almost waved into a haunted blade storm almost in place.

"Leave the Great Chief!"

Old Sword Master lifted Orgrim back, and he shouted to the orcs around him: "He shouldn't be here! I will block them! Take him away!"

Before the words fell, Uther the Great Knight rushed into the blade of the storm, the strong holy light formed a strong shield, and the deadly sword, he waved the warhammer in his hand, in the blessing of the holy light, the light warhammer Slammed **** the old sword saint's body, destroying Dahl's offensive, Dai Lin stepped forward, and the sharp blade pierced the old sword saint's chest from behind.

"puff"

The blood dripped down the blade of the sword. This fatal pain made Daal completely mad. He punched Dai Lin in the chest and knocked the general over to the ground. He held the sword in his hands and stood against the Paladin’s attack. , Crazy hacked on Uther's armor.

"boom"

Uther’s shield of holy light was shredded. In the golden light feathers, the attack of the thoroughly desperate juggernaut became more and more severe, forcing the paladin to retreat. Tirion Fortin could not let it go behind him. Suddenly rushed up, the warhammer waved in the cry was in the heart of Dal, completely destroying the last remaining consciousness of the swordmaster.

"Dal! No! Dal!"

The chieftain who was forcibly dragged out of the battlefield by the orc soldiers saw the scene where the Blade of Fireblade fell. His heart was like a sword. He roared and wanted to re-enter the battlefield, but he was suppressed by the soldiers. It is hoped that the chieftain will die here, even after such a tragic defeat.

"Let me go! I command you! Let me go, don't make me a coward!"

"You are a warrior, orc, but it is enough! You have failed!"

Fording looked at the orc juggernaut in front of him. This immortal juggernaut was half kneeling on the ground with a sword in his body, but he leaned on his body with his straight-edged sword and looked at the alliance general in front of him. Them.

"The Horde will not fail! Your victory is only temporary!"

"Leave him alone! Go get Orgrim!"

The Paladin Lord Mograine waved his sharp blade. The Paladins behind him followed him to the orc chieftain who rushed to the breakout, but the orc who were still struggling along the way tried to stop them. Grimm was guarded by the loyal warriors and was about to rush into the orc's defeated team.

"Holy light gives me strength!"

A roar sounded on the chaotic battlefield, followed by the sky-high light, dragging Orgrim all the way through the orc warriors subconsciously narrowed their eyes, the result was mixed in the holy light The sharp blade cut open the body, Orgrim wanted to fight back, but was hit in the neck with a heavy fist wrapped in armor.

His body shook, the warhammer in his hand waved, smashing the sword in front of him. He roared like a beast and drove the infantry around him, but in the dodge, he was stabbed from behind. The dagger that broke out broke his arm, and the paralyzed toxins rushed into the blood of the chieftain, quickly making him tremble and tremble.

The sharp weapon cut his skin and made him weaker. In the cheers of the Alliance soldiers, the beast-like chieftain finally fell under their weapon.

"boom"

Orgrim tried hard to get up, but was quickly smashed to the ground again. He held his hammer of destruction, but the vision in front of him had begun to blur, and he was in a trance between the heavens and the earth. When they reached around, they squeezed their arms and forced the coalition soldiers who came up, and they looked at him with hatred.

And the orcs who fell at the feet of these soldiers, those who had lost their glorious eyes, those corpses.

That was a testimony of the failure of him and the Horde... At the moment of darkness, Orgrim screamed as if it was his last struggle.

"I...I'm not reconciled!"

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