Azeroth’s Death Track

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The arrival of the Alliance Expeditionary Force made Tirion vigilant, but only vigilant. At best, they can only be regarded as the most insignificant of all the troubles facing the Dark Blade Knights.

5500 people, sounds like a lot, but once the sea of ​​undead sleeping in Hellfire Citadel is awakened, it is only two charges to destroy them.

Living people can never fight attrition with the dead, as long as the death lord Luminas of the Hellfire Citadel does not appear to be in unexpected circumstances, even if the expeditionary army fights for the last person, it will never break through the positions of the undead.

After more than a year of development, the biggest trouble now in front of Tyrion comes from the second stronghold of the Dark Blade Knights in addition to the dark temple, far away in Talador’s necropolis, Auchinton.

"call"

In the night of Talador, the huge figure of the Necrotic Dragon's Death Bell appeared over Oakington. It flew in the air and brought a weak storm. Soon, after a few weeks of sentence, it carried the Lord of the Landing On the ancient platform of Oakington.

Tyrion jumped from the Necrotic Dragon. He stood on the platform and looked down on the entire tomb. The area of ​​the eye is not smaller than the dark temple. In fact, it was a German In the burial place of the Leni, the draenei exiles who believe in the light will send the corpses of the tribe to Oakington. They admire this ritual. After reaching the world of Draenor 200 years ago, Oakington became The third largest city in the actual sense of the draenei.

Not only the dead, but many civilians also live around Oakington.

Unfortunately, in the frenzy of the Orcs slaughtering the draenei, they were madly resisted by the draenei in Oakington. Seeing that they could not capture this majestic capital of death, they were still in shadow under the leadership of Gul'dan Parliament had a bad idea.

They planned to destroy it completely, so following the knowledge granted by the demon, the bold warlocks of the Shadow Council made a call to the outside world under the wall of Oakington, but they failed.

It is not a powerful demon that responds to the call, but an elemental lord from a mysterious elemental world called Momore's voice element. At the moment when it was summoned, the violent element shattered the Shadow Council trying to control it The warlocks, and facing the endless stream of orcs who rushed over to try to kill it, Moore carried out the final resistance of the elements in madness...and exploded.

How powerful is an elemental lord's self-detonation?

Just look at Oakington in front of you.

Gorgeous and towering, at least 30 meters of the city wall was blown up, and the delicate and sturdy inner wall was completely destroyed. The traces of civilization were completely erased. If not the draenei tombs were built under the ground In the palace, nothing can be left here.

The ground structure of Oakington was destroyed by two-thirds in that explosion, leaving only a pale white ruin, and even a third of the entire southern Talado was completely twisted, all the trees And the forest was destroyed, the buildings were razed, and all creatures, whether orc or draenei, were torn apart.

After the explosion, only a barren land was left here, and now this land has a new name.

"The largest recruiting ground for the Dark Blade Knights... filled with dead bones of wild bones!"

Tyrion stood on the platform at the ruins of Auchinton. The cloak behind him fluttered in the roaring wind. It seemed that weird whispers could still be heard in the violent wind. It was not the wail of the undead wandering here.

The culprit of the Orkington Big Bang...Sound Lord Moore, its echoes still exist in the remaining ruins. Some Warlocks of the Shadow Council hiding here tried to regain control of it, but the Death Knights occupied After this, the orc warlocks hiding in the underground palace were completely wiped out, and even with themselves, they became dark warlocks of the dark blade knight.

"Boss, why are you here?"

One of the people in charge here, Death Lord Serrent quickly walked up to the platform, standing behind Tyrion, and whispered: "And no notice in advance."

"I'm just going to look at Oakington's situation, it's not blame, you don't need to be nervous."

Tyrion waved his hand and beckoned Serent to stand beside him. He looked at the ruins below. The traces of the previous big explosion had been cleaned up by the silent dead. On the ruined land, 10 were neatly located. The death knight's ground camp, in addition to the four directions of the necropolis passage, is also a draenei death knight riding on the death thunder.

The cleaned-up ruins are surrounded by undead runes and towering psychic towers. Under the effect of these runes, the concentration of death energy in the ruins of Auchinton is always maintained at an extremely high level, which will make the undead The awakening is easier, and it also allows those recruits who have just been exposed to the energy of death to grow faster.

In addition, these runes with different lights shining everywhere are engraved on this desolate land, shining in the darkness, just like a resurrected city.

Tyrion also noticed that at the edge of the ruins of Auchinton, an open-air plaza stood, and many death knights and conscious undeads who had finished their work gathered there, some emotional guys were chatting, more The undead sat silently on the chair, and some guys ordered a glass of wine.

This is the unwritten heritage and customs of the Dark Blade Knights. Although they can no longer taste the taste of fine wine, as Serent once said, drinking is not to buy drunk, but more in a calm state. Recalling the taste of the past...Although it will become very painful when waking up, this dangerous activity that is not prohibited has attracted many death knights to participate.

The recruits were trained on the plains not far away, and in the four underground tombs, the dark warlocks were building a psychic circle continuously. Under Tyrian’s will, these were dead. The guys will work diligently until the last corpse in Oakinton is completed.

In fact, ignoring the various undead walking here and their strange atmosphere, the difference between this place and a human town is not very big.

"The situation here looks very good, it seems that you are a qualified manager! I am not mistaken."

Tyrion heartily appreciated the sentence. Serent opened his mouth and smiled. As a person who followed Tyrion before his death, he was very clear that his boss had a persistent pursuit of rules and order. Under his management The entire Dark Blade Knights are clear of the superiors and subordinates, all the rules are neatly outlined, and each link is supervised by a specific person.

Like a war machine perfecting itself, once activated, all the enemies in front of it will be completely crushed and eaten with bones.

"Where are Yrel and Seven?"

Tyrion asked again, and Serent hurriedly replied:

"Yrel went to the peak forest of Alanka. The ravens have been making a lot of noise recently. She took away the First Army and intends to completely suppress the exiles who do not know what to do."

"Seven is in Sethek Hall. He is currently studying the Crow's conscription test."

The death knight lord pursed his lips and said in disgust:

"It is said that great progress has been made, but I remain skeptical about this. In fact, those ugly depraved people are totally unworthy of joining us. Their beaks and feathers all over the body, as well as their distorted dark personality. It seems to be the same as the monster."

"But you and I all know, Serendt, the real form of the high-ranking raven is very beautiful, beautiful, very responsible for your aesthetic and extremely powerful. You can also see the raven captives caught in the ruins of Tongtianfeng. Arrived...it's like a natural wind elf."

Tyrion Moo chin, he whispered:

"They are becoming so ugly now, just because they are cursed. If Seven's research can expel this curse... The Dark Blade Knights will instantly have a strong, elegant and sufficient air force. .."

"That's the power we need!"

Tyrion aggravated the tone, but soon he asked another thing:

"How many knights are stationed in Oakington?"

"There are 500 high-level knights and 1300 sub-level knights. The infantry used for the forwards do not have much potential and the thinking is not very clear. The number is about 50,000."

Serendt’s report to several treasures:

"There are still a large number of defective products, but their strength is weak, and they are mostly fragile skeletons. They can only be used for consumption wars. Two days ago, we found another buried big tomb in the western part of the white bone wilderness. Seven estimated that after the conversion of that tomb, the number of subordinate knights could reach 1500, and accordingly, the number of infantry could reach 60,000."

This number is already amazing. 1500 lower-level death knights appeared on the battlefield. According to the natural control of the lower knights by the death knights, they could form a temporary large army of more than 50,000 people as soon as they wanted.

The 500 high-level knights are more skillful in the manipulation of death energy. They can also call out a temporary army of more than 50,000 people, plus the integrated first army taken by Yrel, the defense army of Hellfire Fortress. As well as the defenders of the Dark Temple, Tyrion can trigger a death frenzy with more than 200,000 undeads at the command.

But this is not enough...

"Too few!"

There was a worry in Terion's eyes:

"It's too small. To cover the entire world of Draenor, 200,000 undead is not enough, you need to speed up, Serrent, and the death call of the Crow, tell Savin that no matter what he needs, I will To provide him with every effort, he must complete the death call-up ceremony for the Crow in the shortest time!"

"We desperately need strength... What about the control ritual of Moore?"

Tyrion asked again, and when he asked this question, Serent’s expression became difficult to look at. He replied a little stiffly:

"Without progress, the Shamans of the Shakers under Akama have worked very hard, but unfortunately, they still can’t control Momor, even if it’s just the response of the Elemental Lord, once it is freed from the shackles one day, It will become an oversized bomb, and it will instantly blow up the Orkington Necropolis that we have painstakingly built into the sky."

"I don't think it's the right choice for us to keep it in Oakington."

Serent's gray eyes rolled, and he approached Tyrion, lowering his voice:

"Maybe we can send it to Shattrath... let it explode there and kill that nasty city and that nasty Naru! There is also a big tomb in that city, where it will also become the second Ogington Necropolis..."

The tempting suggestion narrowed Terion's eyes, and he could see that he was seriously considering the feasibility of the suggestion, but in the end, he shook his head.

"I am not benevolent to the refugee city, but in my eyes, Moore has more use...the time for the broken people to contact the elements is too short, they have no heritage, and it is normal for Moore to be out of control."

Tyrion glanced northwest, and he said to Serent:

"After I left, you went to Glokus, let him come into contact with the orcs of Nagrand, and found a few orc shamans to come and assist us."

"Will they agree?"

Serent snorted: "The orcs hate us very much. After all, we trapped them in Nagrand and exiled their warriors to Frostfire Ridge."

"They are at least alive! We can kill them, but we still let them survive."

Tyrion’s voice became cold:

"On this alone, they should thank my kindness, and believe me, this time, the orcs will cooperate well, because we have a condition that they cannot refuse... The door of darkness has been reopened, plug Lent, let Glokus tell the grandmother Gaiaan that if she still cares about the future of those young orcs, she should seriously consider the matter of cooperating with us."

"Dark door opened?"

There was a trace of surprise in Serent's hollow voice: "Will the orcs come back? Are we going to prepare for war?"

"They have taken root in Azeroth, and life in the New World is much better than Draenor... and even if they come back, we can rush them back!"

Lord Darkblade smiled and waved back the death knell of the necrotic dragon hovering in the sky. He jumped onto the back of the necrotic dragon, pulled the reins, and said to Serent:

"Remember what I said, after I come back, I hope to see new progress in Oakington!"

"Where are you going? Boss."

Serent looked at the death knell for takeoff. He reached out and pressed down the blown hair, shouting loudly, "Do I need someone to protect you?"

"Let your knights prepare for war, Serrent... Don’t be too immersed in the memories of the past, and then optimistic about Oakington for me. Once the order is issued, you must rush to the Hellfire Peninsula as quickly as possible. ..."

Tyrion waved towards Serent:

"As for me, I am going to Alanka Peak Forest. The war with the Crow has lasted too long, it is time to end!"

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