Azeroth’s Death Track

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From the hall at the top of Hellfire Fortress, at a glance you can see the dark gate standing at the end of the peninsula in the distance. The heavy dark green color is like a spar dotted on this earth. It occupies an unparalleled position in the short history.

It was a turning point in racial civilization, and it almost became the end of this race.

The hall on the top floor of the Hellfire Citadel is already a mess. The power of the elements is very thin on the Hellfire Peninsula, but this does not affect the power of each attack of Ner'zhul, the thunder that falls from the sky, the scorching active flame, and the ground collapse If you don’t consider yourself in this fortress, I am afraid that the angry big shaman will evoke the most terrible earthquake and bury Tyrion directly in the ruins of Hellfire Fortress.

But Rao is so, as a spellcaster, close combat with a powerful death knight is not a correct choice.

Even more terrible is that on the edge of the broken wall behind him, the bone-white claws have been clasped on it.

Ner'zhul looked back. On the wall of the Hellfire Fortress nearly 40 meters high, he was already densely covered with awakened corpses. Under the call of the death of the apocalypse, these dead bodies were infused with the most vicious thinking, They climbed the city wall insanely, and without Ner'zhul's idea, enclosed him in the hall on the top floor from both sides.

The undead crawling out of the ground under the walls of Hellfire, the rickety skeletons, I don’t know how many years have passed, and the orcs who died in the clan civil war, and more, they built darkness among the orcs. At the gate, the draenei slave who was enslaved to death.

"see it?"

Tyrion’s voice rang in a messy hall, and Ner'zhul turned his head to see more and more corpses standing behind Tyrion, those Draenei who were twisted and covered with dirt. People, there is no emotion in their eyes, only everlasting hatred.

The body awakened by the energy of death has no soul, but the emotions before death will torture them. The last resentment left will determine whether the body is mild or manic, but unfortunately, death is never a happy thing, so it is The awakened corpses also have few gentle individuals.

They will only destroy everything in the instinct roar.

Death knight, but it is never a fair career with your 1V1, walking necromancer, not just talking.

"boom"

Ner'zhul didn't answer. He waved his left hand, swallowing the bone skeletons on his hands instantly from the lava fire that burst from the ground, and the moment the black smoke rising from the burning bones rose, it was like the signal of a war. , The undead gathered in the hall gave a furious roar.

"Aoao!"

Unreasonable, emotionless, meaningless, but the ultimate hatred of the living, Tyrion flicked his fingers, as if opening a chain that could not be seen, these corpses standing in place shook and stumbled Moving forward, the next moment, the fire of the soul in the eyes of the undead in all directions became as red as blood.

Resentment and madness from the time of death dominated the dead body. They rushed towards the big shaman in front of them in the most instinctive manner, just like the tide rolling from all directions, flapping the body of the big shaman. Bury him completely.

"roll!"

"Go away!"

The framing of the fragile undead, the big shaman roared, the staff in his hand was fiercely pointed on the ground, the broken rock under his foot rolled again, accompanied by the roar of the elemental spirit, the ground at the foot of Ner'zhul A little bit of tearing, like the fierce teeth opened on the ground, swallowed the wandering undead.

"call"

The roaring gust of wind also turned up at this moment, converging into a black storm, wrapped around Ner'zhul's body, but all the nearby undead were thrown into the rolling blade, and the fragile skeletons instantly The shape is cut open, or even directly shredded.

The fighting power of a single undead is too low, even close to the big shaman, and even a wave of his hand can be used to clear an entire area, but the constant number of undead climbs from the city wall to the top of the fortress. More and more, in Terion’s indifferent gaze, the speed of the big shaman’s killing began to lag behind the increased speed of the undead.

In the 20 years of the War of Draenor, how many bones are buried under this fortress is beyond calculation. If Ner'zhul intends to stage an unparalleled soul here, he will definitely be exhausted.

"Elements, help me!"

Ner'zhul quickly discovered Tyrion's insidious plan and started a war of attrition. He was definitely not an opponent of the death knight in front of him. He must disperse more and more undead, before they become worse troubles. , Completely defeating Tyrion.

"boom"

The lightning that fell from the sky tears the darkness, and the sky of the Hellfire Peninsula is lit up at this moment. It is like a thousands of thunder guns pierced from the sky, gathered on the top floor of the entire Hellfire Fortress, and the densely packed undead At this moment, it broke down instantly.

There are broken bones of white bones everywhere, and the ashes of the corpses burned by lightning. The surrounding air is filled with an unmaskable smell of burnt smell. Ner'zhul's body is wrapped with a fine arc, which looks like a thunder. Normally, he grabbed the staff breathlessly, and the thunder and lightning jumped again in his palm.

The crackling crackle was connected in the air. Before the big shaman's eyes, Tyrion's eyes did not change much. He seemed to stand on the spot and was passively beaten, extracting the power of blasphemous demon, and propped up outside his body. A dark green necromancer shield was wrapped around the shield with a fine arc.

Obviously, the thunder storm just hit him just now, but failed to penetrate his armor.

"It's over!"

The power of invisible elements lingered around the body of the big shaman, causing the air to twist. The arc in his palm became brighter, and the smell of burnt smell in the air became thicker. Obviously, this brewing blow is bound to be a shock!

"Yes! It's over!"

Seeing that the biggest thunderstorm was about to burst, Tyrion nodded, reached out his left hand, and at the moment when the electric light flooded the horizon, he gently snapped his fingers. The corpses scattered around the big shaman were all turned into flesh bombs. , The bones covered with a whole layer of ground exploded, just like the death blows sent by both parties at the same time.

Tyrion's body is covered by a dazzling thunder, while Ner'zhul's body is enveloped in a storm of flesh and blood.

The big shaman immediately realized that something was wrong, he evoked a violent wind and would blow away the strange blood mist around him, but at the time of the wind, the dazzling lightning grid in front of him was torn by the fingers with broken gloves, and the death knight stumbled. One step forward, the magic sword in his hand points to Ner'zhul.

"Blood, boiling!"

"Wow"

In the blood vessel affected by the blood plague, the big shaman didn’t even have time to throw himself a healing technique. One third of the blood in his body boiled as if it were boiled, and the pain made his thin cheeks change. It was so red that the internal organs were thrown into the pot and boiled, making him subconsciously curl up.

And this is just the beginning...

Tyrion's figure dragged the buzzing giant blade fast, and the big shaman felt the catastrophe. He tried to retreat, but under his feet, only half of the skeleton of the body stretched out its claws, and it was buckled. Ner'zhul's ankle and the orc lowered their heads, and they saw the dark red light shining in the dark eyes.

Its chin rattled, like a frightened laughter after death.

The cold blade cut through the earth shield of the body, and the moment the sharp blade touched the body, the old shaman could even hear the sword's vicious whisper and its endless hunger, which made Ner'zhul tremble. For a moment, the next second came the pain.

"puff"

The blade easily cut into flesh and blood, cut off the muscles and bones, and in the muffled noise of Ner'zhul, a black thing rushed into the sky, smashing the blood with the blood on the ground behind Tyrion, which was the left arm that was cut off , Bloody fingers are cramping.

"Snapped"

The death knight's palm was pressed against the wound of Ner'zhul's broken arm, his eyes became bright red, and the blood flowing from the body of the big shaman was forcibly drawn like a blood snake, wrapped around the death knight's right arm, Even in the severe pain of syncope, Ner'zhul still wanted to fight back.

The restless elements are entangled, but the next moment, his body is thrown on the ground, and the eye is the cold magic blade against his forehead, and the death knight holding the magic blade, his eyes are warmer than this blade. It is colder in itself.

Tyrion stretched out his hand and wiped out the last beating arc on his clothes. He looked at Ner'zhul who was unwilling. He whispered:

"You are too old, your time is over, you lose!"

The battle between Tyrion and Ner'zhul against the king has almost affected the entire Hellfire Citadel. While the big shaman evoked the power of the elements, the walls and pillars of this giant fortress were swaying frantically, especially when he ripped The act of throwing a large number of undead into the fortress on the top of the fortress made the orcs stationed in the fortress encounter a dilemma between front and back.

Yrel and Serente led the two dead legions, one left and one right entered the Hellfire Citadel from two entrances, ordinary orc soldiers were not a united enemy of these elite knights, and they watched the opposing enemies Not only did not decrease under his own killing, but more and more, the comrades who had fallen before quickly climbed up and faced each other with swords.

This kind of pressure is extremely terrible, especially when the escape route is blocked, the isolated fortress orc only insisted for less than 20 minutes and declared its collapse.

And they are not the opponents of the undead army, and the end of the escape can only be found and killed by the dead souls filled with the entire fortress, and the most unlucky guys will be torn into pieces by the violent dead bodies.

The fall of the Hellfire Citadel was a fatal blow to the orcs lying on the Hellfire Peninsula. The Orc Warlord who received the news of the broken soldiers at the Orc Stronghold not far from the Hellfire Citadel The retreat order was issued at the first time.

Even the sturdy fortress was broken, this simple fortress is not an opponent of those undead at all!

But their escape route was ended at the beginning of the moment. At the moment the orc warlord rushed out of the fortress with the wolf cavalry, he desperately saw the death knell of the dead dragon suspended in the night with flapping ashes and wings. Under the huge figure of the undead dragon, Glokus stood in front of the Seth High Fortress, with his back to the orcs trying to escape.

Even if there is only one person, it is like a wall, blocking the footsteps of the orcs.

"Put down your weapons! You can save your life!"

Glokus turned around and looked at the nervous orcs. The courage had undoubtedly flowed away from the bodies of these orcs, losing the support of traditional glory. In their seemingly powerful bodies, all they were hiding was Cowardly souls armed one by one with tyranny.

You can only fight well. Once the battle is not smooth, your mind will be shaken... Orgrim’s defeat in Azeroth has proved this. For the traditional orcs, it is a glory to keep fighting. Even in the face of desperation, most orcs choose to die in battle, instead of turning around to escape.

"If you resist! Kill without amnesty!"

The hollow voice of the death knight passed into the ears of every orc. This may be a strong threat, but if there is only one enemy in front, this threat seems to have lost its meaning.

Wolves, look at me, I see you. After a moment of silence, they decisively pulled out the orc-style beheading knife. Under the howling of the war wolves, these wolf cavalry led by the warlord toward Gloku Even launched a fierce charge.

"Stupid choice!"

The death knight withdrew his battle axe and took a step forward. The huge death energy in his body spread out in the ground beneath his feet. Soon, after the cracks in the land flipped over, one skeleton after another came out of the ground, and they stumbled. The weapon in his hand was covered with rust, and even the instinct of thinking was worn away in a long time.

But this is not important!

The sudden appearance of the skeleton blocked the charge of the wolf cavalry. At the moment when Glokush waved his battle axe into the crowd of beasts, the undead dragon above his head also spit deadly smoke towards the orcs below.

At the highest point of the Hellfire Citadel, Tyrion grabbed the left hand of the unconscious Ner'zhul. Yrel stood behind him. He looked at the dark red earth with undead everywhere in his eyes. There was a touch of emotion that was hard to hide.

The Dark Blade Knights finally took the most difficult first step...

The destiny of this world is finally in his hands.

This may just be a trivial starting point, but soon, the death frenzy set off by him will sweep the world!

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