Azeroth’s Death Track

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The process of traversing the Dark Portal is long and weird.

The teleportation of the wizards will make unprepared people feel the distortion of time and space. After the teleportation ends, many people will have symptoms of vomiting and dizziness, and the warlock's portal is more violent. The power will be directly blessed on the user's soul. If you are not strong enough, there will be only one result.

Your soul and body will be torn into pieces.

The Dark Portal, this is the embodiment of the most advanced wisdom and skills of wizard and warlock magic, it also accommodates the advantages of warlock and wizard portal... of course there are disadvantages.

Entering the door of darkness, entering the portal that connects the two worlds, is like being thrown into the ocean of chaotic and distorted spaces. You can’t breathe, and you can feel the surrounding space and time when you can’t manipulate your body. Distortion, that distortion will even act on your body.

Being stretched indefinitely in the previous moment, the next moment will be extremely compressed, and through the dark gate without complete preparations, it is almost the same as finding death. Those fleeing orcs put their destiny on their luck. In fact, at least one third of them will not return to their own world alive.

Passing through the Dark Portal requires a large number of warlocks to maintain energy fluctuations.

However, for Gorefiend, he is a powerful warlock himself. His understanding of magic allows him to pass through it safely, but it will also run out of power and become weak. It takes a certain period of rest to continue activities.

"Uh"

In the dark green rolling energy vortex, the blood demon's body stepped into the ladder of the dark gate on the side of the world of Draenor. The skeleton horse he was riding had been torn into pieces by chaotic energy, even his human body All the armor was engraved with strange nicks.

But somehow came, if the soldiers of the Alliance are not crazy, they will not rush in with them, the danger has been lifted.

The blood demon didn't breathe, but at this moment, he took a breath.

"The age of Orgrim is over! The name of the next era... is called Gorefiend! Hahaha..."

The goblin's laughter was interrupted when he opened his eyes, because he saw a scene that should never appear.

On the side of the portal, there were broken corpses everywhere, and blood soaked the towering steps. Those orcs who finally returned to their hometowns were blocked by the door to kill in this place close to their hometown. Their fate.

But the fate of other people is no longer a matter of blood demon's concern. His eyes are fixed on the familiar back in front of him. The guy leaned on his left hand with a fierce curved blade sword, and the blade was beating bright red. The luster of the seven runes above is shining brightly.

The wind from Draenor blew the guy's hair, and the long gray hair drifted away in the hazy sky of Hellfire Peninsula.

At his feet, the pale bones were scattered everywhere, and under these 33 steps, at the end of the avenue that was once called the "Road of Glory," the death knights of the Dark Blade Knights were commanding those The awakened corpses carried out inhumane killing, killing the orcs who fled, and killing the orcs who came to support.

A huge undead dragon slapped the bone wings across the sky, and the breath of black smoke and flames could take away the life of many orcs every time.

This is almost the same as the battlefield of the Burning Plains, no... here is more cruel than there, here is a unilateral slaughter.

In the roar of the walking corpses, Tyrion turned his head, a flash of joy flashed in his ice-blue eyes. He looked at Talon. Blood Demon stupefied in front of the Dark Portal, he said softly:

"Yo!"

"Your speed is really slow...my friend Gorefiend..."

"Look, I'm here waiting for you specifically. I'm going to talk to you about some of the sloppy things we used to get along with."

Three blood watchers appeared in the shadow behind the blood demon. They waved a greasy knife wheel and cut down the death knights who had become extremely tired through the dark gate, accompanied by the devil in the hands of Tyrion The sword lifted up, and the bones scattered on the platform also moved strangely.

Soon, the blood demon found himself surrounded, and this time, he seemed to have no way to escape.

The blood demon clenched the steel scepter in his hand, and he stared at Tyrion. Dawnblade in front of him. Once this guy was just a bed bug that he could squeeze to death, but now, he has occupied an absolute advantage, and from Judging from his actions, he seems to be planning something very dangerous.

"Wait! Tyrion, no matter what you want to do, we can unite! You see, this is Draenor, this is my world, I know more about you than here! I don’t know what you want What kind of delusions do you realize, but are you really going to kill me and bet everything on luck? Just the orcs entrenched in Hellfire Citadel, you can’t fight it!"

The persuasion made Tyraine's eyes narrow, but a moment later, he shrugged and reached for his gray hair:

"Blood Demon, my former brother, I am more aware of what you are than you. Discussing a joint matter with a viper like you is simply a crime of wasting my time, not to mention that the ending has been determined, how can it be called gambling?"

"You have cast yourself a net, and I am your judge, your jury, your executioner! Here, I sentence you to death!"

The roar of the Magic Sword Apocalypse screams like substance. This magic sword pours the dark power of self into the body of Tyrion. It is urging him to kill. It can’t wait to taste the taste of the soul. Tyrion’s The finger flicked over the blade of the magic sword, and wherever his finger went, the entangled death energy became more twisted and wilder.

"Pray, purify your dark soul with prayer, and purify your dirty body with pain!"

"boom"

The collision of the blade and the scepter sounded the last piece of music of Taron. The blood demon twisted his life. This is a cunning and powerful warlock. The trial of him must be a long process, but considering that Tyrion is sufficient for this The preparation, we can only silently for Mr. Gorefiend.

He's dead... In Tyrion's plan for the world of Draenor, there may not be a place for this ambitionist, which is a pity.

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Quel'Thalas, the popular village.

The forest destroyed by the war has been planted with seeds. In this magical land, the seeds will only grow up in a few years, and they will grow into the same way as before, and will be burned by the flames. Cover it up again, covering up the wounds left by the war with the pain of the past, like...it's like they never appeared.

Aurelia Windrunner carried Sasdora and returned to her homeland with endless exhaustion.

The war on the front line had nothing to do with her. She wanted to escape from that place, which failed to bring her even a slight solace, only endless loss and pain.

For the first time in his life, this Ranger Ranger made a deserter, almost escaped from the battlefield by means of escape.

Of course, between Ms. Aurelia. Windrunner’s outstanding contribution to the alliance war, the alliance military very generously sent her back to Quel'Thalas through the portal, there is no gossip, the upper-level officers of the alliance Many of us know the story of Aurelia and Tyrion.

After witnessing the former lover completely fall into darkness and become a madman and a butcher, even the most demanding military judge can no longer ask Aurelia to continue fighting.

Many soldiers lost their loved ones in the war, but that was just lost. Aurelia faced a more painful situation. This unbearable pain made everyone feel the same.

"Sister, you are finally back, we miss you so much."

At the intersection of the reconstructed Fengxing Village, after seeing Aurelia's lone figure approaching, her sister Wenleisa. The Windrunner quickly rushed into Aurelia's arms. For relatives, Wen Reza doesn't care what kind of merit Aurelia has made on the battlefield. After losing her mother, Aurelia is her most cherished relative.

Feeling Wen Leisa's trembling body, Aurelia came from the heart, she hugged her sister tightly, and tears shed from the corners of her eyes, after being completely injured by Tyraine's indifference, Only relatives can give her some comfort.

"I'm back...I won't leave."

Aurelia's voice was choked, and the painful and confused wanderer returned home. The inner grievances and pain suddenly broke out at this moment. The ladies of the two Windrunner families cried together, but no one would laugh at them. Quel'Thalas, everyone knows how much the Windrunner family has lost in this war.

After resting in a long-standing home and having a meal with her sister and brother, Aurelia was in a better mood, but after seeing Sylvanas, this good mood came to an end.

"Hold it, I can't use it anymore."

Aurelia wore loose robes and threw Sadolas in her hand to Sylvanas. She had a gentle smile on her face, but the strong smile made Sylvanas feel A touch of heartache.

"General Ranger should hold Sasdora, it will be more useful in your hands than in my hands."

Aurelia stood up, intending to leave the room and go to the forest to relax, but just as she walked out of the room, silent Sylvanas squeezed the war bow in her hand.

"What about Tyrion?"

This problem stopped Aurelia's footsteps. Sylvanas looked at her sister's back. She whispered:

"On the night that the orc invaded Quel'Thalas, you stayed alone, and then you left with those Paladins. I know you have seen him, and despite your persuasion, you stubbornly went to him, but now there is another person Come back, it is as pitiful as the abandoned kitten, tell me, sister, did that **** break your heart?"

Aurelia was silent for a long time, she replied in a hoarse voice:

"Don’t mention him, Sylvanas, Tyrion is dead. There is only a cold and crippled soul in that body. He has no heart, no feelings, no longer remembers us, in his heart, we just It’s no different from a stranger...he killed a lot of people, he kidnapped the marshal of the league, he became so we don’t know him."

"Forget him, it's like he is dead."

"Are you saying he has no feelings? Are you sure? Sister."

Sylvanas sighed. She stepped forward, holding Aurelia's trembling body. She whispered:

"You were deceived by him, it was just that he wanted to keep you away from him, he still has feelings, I'm sure in his heart, you are still the most important person, his feelings for us, for his mother, in fact Never weakened... Come with me, I will show you the evidence."

When she followed Sylvanas into the cemetery of Windrunner’s Village, Aurelia was so entangled in her heart that she actually hoped that Sylvanas was telling the truth, but she was afraid of that truth. The infatuated woman was abandoned by Tyrion twice, and that hot feeling formed the most extreme pain in the face of the unmelting ice, the kind of torture that always touched.

She even hoped that Tyrion really turned into a monster without emotion, if so, she might be able to forget him.

Sylvanas walked through the dense tombstones, the elf warriors who died in Quel'Thalas during the orc invasion, and Aurelia followed her sister along the road of the cemetery. Until the most remote corner covered by forest and grass.

Sylvanas turned sideways, and Aurelia saw the unique cemetery in front of her, leaving no inscription, no name of the owner of the tomb, only the tombstone decorated with bones, and the inscription on the tombstone, she Very familiar font.

"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."

Aurelia read the insignificant inscription. She turned to Sylvanas, who nodded and whispered:

"Everyone thought that his mother died in the fire. The ranger who escaped told us that the orc warlock attacked her. No one saw her body. We could only build a clothes mound for her, but in the first few God, Lilas returned from Silvermoon City, and when he worshipped his mother, he accidentally discovered this hidden cemetery...The Archmage Master Romans of the Silvermoon Council personally visited..."

"That's the mother's body, which was ice-sealed with a special magic. According to the time, it was buried here that night, and these bones were sent to Laran for identification, and it was determined that the orc warlock Gul'dan The bones, that is, the murderers who attacked his mother, Prince Kael'thas and the Archmage restored the war history of that night, and the death knight was found on the ruins near Tacquilin and the mountain road leading to Stratholme Traces of activity."

The new Ranger General stopped, and she looked back at the direction of the battlefield.

"It was he who opened the enchantment, which was true, but it was also that he closed it at the most critical moment, trapping the orcs in the enchantment, it was he who helped us to repel the orcs, and it was he who also removed the orcs from Quill Saras drove away, he ambushed them on the mountain road, even after his death, he was still protecting the country in his own way."

"Sorry, sister, but we blamed him..."

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