Azeroth’s Death Track

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The shield of Shattrath’s defensive general Tirazaran was smashed by Serendi’s halberd, and Luminas’s eyes followed with a vicious light, and the separated swords spread like wings of butterflies. In the staggered sword mansions, the thunder elephant that the general sat down was pierced into the heart, and in its final whine, General Tirasalan was thrown out.

The brave draenei held the sword in both hands, stood up, and shouted, wrapped in the holy light, he rushed again to the death lords in front of him, but behind him, Yrel waved the warhammer, without any warning. He mercilessly smashed General Tirasalan behind and knocked him to the ground.

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Yrel's hoof stepped on the draenei's chest. She held the warhammer in both hands and raised it above her head. Her eyes were full of hate.

"I know you, Tira Saran, the defensive general of the Temple of Karapo. You and Weilun have betrayed us! Betrayed the tens of thousands of compatriots killed by Karapo! You threw your people in the ruins and waited for death!"

"Now, the late trial is coming!"

The draenei death knight was surrounded by extreme cold and frost, and her roar made General Tirasalan pale. This battlefield veteran was defeated and completely abandoned his resistance.

The disgraceful memory of the past rush to escape filled his heart, and he closed his eyes and waited for the death of the trial.

And just as Yrel was about to smash the Hammer of Vengeance, a voice stopped her.

"Let him go! Yrel..."

At the moment when the sound sounded, the dead spirits who were fighting with the Paladins also put down their weapons. Those Paladins who had red eyes and wanted to fight back were choked by the death energy rising from the ground. Necked, they were thrown out of the battle circle in the beating of the dark red light.

In the slums full of blood and death, the exiles who were controlled by the apocalypse and wantonly ruined were completely sober at this moment, and those annoying dark whispers retreated from their souls.

The whole battlefield was quiet at this moment. Those sober guys looked at the blood stained on their hands, and looked at the brothers killed by themselves. They cried out tragicly. The crying also caused the draenei paladins to squeeze their weapons again with the enemy.

This gesture obviously angered the dead lords, they also withdrew their weapons, both sides have their own losses, but no one wants to retreat.

"I said! Enough!"

The voice sounded again, this time more clearly. Yrel withdrew his arms unwillingly. She waved a kick and kicked General Tirasalan away. Then she turned around and saw Thai walking out of the Tianya Tavern Ryan.

The Lord of Dark Blades holds the Sword Apocalypse in his hand. This rebellious weapon has failed in the previous rebellion, so it becomes obedient again, like a viper hiding in the dark, quiet dormant, just to wait A more deadly opportunity.

The heavy death energy splashed away from Tyrion, but unlike the kind of wanton in the past, these dark red energies became submissive, and like a soft storm, differentiated into a silky dark red light, wrapped around Tyrion On their bodies, they are like loyal guards, guarding their masters.

His face was tired, and his eyes had regained his indifferent ice blue. He glanced at the surrounding battlefield. His loyal subordinates were covered with wounds burned by the Holy Light, and Celent and Yrel also had the Holy Light on them. Flames, the awakened undeads don’t exist one by one. Obviously, in the conflict just now, the powerful death lords were not innocent.

After all, this is Shattrath, where Naru sits, and here the Holy Light will be more lethal. For the death knights, this is not an advantageous battlefield.

Above the slums, a thick light enchantment enveloped here, blocking the possibility of the death knights leaving. Obviously, this unexpected conflict angered the host, Naru Adal In this way, express your dissatisfaction.

"Release the enchantment, Adal."

Tyrion shouted loudly:

"This is just an accident, the Dark Blade Knights have no intention of attacking Shattrath at this time!"

"But you have already done so. The slums have suffered heavy casualties, and the loyal guards have killed more than 30 people... You are provoking the order of Shattrath, Tyrion. Dawnblade, it is a mistake for me to let you in... . Where you are, the cold death goes with you!"

Adal’s voice is no longer gentle and full of oppression. Naru is a pure light creature. They lack basic emotions, but once enraged, the tide of light emitted by Naru is equally terrible. Maybe Tyrion I can be spared, but the death lords who follow him will definitely be buried here.

"Then what would you do?"

Tyrion said softly:

"I have said, this is an accident, no one wants to let it happen, and I am in a bad mood now...Adal, have you really decided to fight the Dark Knights? The distance from the cemetery to here, your city will be flooded in an instant, the draenei have no time to support you, even if you... how many people can you protect in the war?"

"No one wants to watch the war happen, but you...you must pay for this "accident"! Leave the magic sword in your hands...If you still have reason, you should know that this is also Hello for you!"

Adal asked, but Tyrion shook his head:

"Thank you for your concern, Adal, but Apocalypse does not want to stay here...so, as long as you are here for a day, the Dark Blade Knights will not take the initiative to attack Shattrath, this is my commitment, it is also me Are you satisfied with the "sincerity" shown for this accident?"

After a few seconds, the thick curtain of light spread over the heads of the people, representing the agreement reached, so in the eyes of all the survivors of the slums full of viciousness and hostility, along the path of blood infestation, in the draconian haters’ **** "In, the death knights left Shattrath and ended this bad journey.

But compared to when they came, there was one more person in their team.

"Send her back to the Temple of Darkness... You personally send her back, Lumi, stay there until she wakes up."

Tyrion gave Luminas the unconscious person in his arms. He reached out and gently helped Aurelia to smooth out her long hair. This move made Luminas a bit of joy, but Before waiting for her smile to converge, Tyrion's curled fingers hit her head fiercely, Lumi made a cry, and Tyrion's mouth was filled with a smile, but it was instantaneous. Passed away, and returned to the previous cold.

He looked at Luminas seriously and whispered:

"Myra and you are not the same as me and Aurelia, Lumi, I still disagree with him living with you as a living body...you have to understand that living people belong to them Your worries and desires, and you... you can’t satisfy all this..."

"Who said! We are not rotten and disgusting walking dead..."

Lumi stalked his neck straight and whispered with a red cheek:

"Furthermore, Myra gave up the faith of the Holy Light for me, which has proved his idea! Not to mention you are not qualified to say me, Tyrion... all your previous claims are wrong, the dead can and Peaceful coexistence of your own past..."

"But the pain when you wake up is still indispensable."

Tyrion glanced at her, and Luminas shook her head stubbornly. She waited for blood-red eyes, looked at Tyrion, and said seriously:

"It's just the pain of the soul, just get used to it."

"Also, Myra said he wanted to see you, about Kael'thas's claim and his own decision...I don't want him to be a death knight, I don't want him to be a cold body like me, me and him I have already discussed it. If you can, I would like to ask you to convert him to Salin... He was a genius mage before. According to you, the conversion is likely to succeed!"

"Are you sure he really wants to do everything for you? Lumi... This answer is crucial. As for Saarin, I will talk about it later... Now, I am going back to Alanka Peak Forest."

Tyrion ended the topic. He turned to look at the sky in the south, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Saurfang encountered some troublesome troubles. Before meeting Velen, we must solve those troubles..."

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Before the world of Draenor has changed, there is a deep ocean in the middle of Talador, the center of the continent, and Gorund, the vast wilderness, known as the Zangar Sea. Part of the ocean.

There are many deserted islands in the Zangar Sea. When the Orcs slaughtered the draenei, after the Shattrath city was defeated, the draenei prophet Velen brought the remaining draenei in With Lu's help, he fled to the sea in Zanga.

With the change of the world, especially the silence of the elements, after the world was invaded by evil energy, the oceans of the whole world also changed, and the Zangar Sea began to lose water. Until 2 years ago, when the elements recovered, the entire Zangar The sea has become a semi-ocean and semi-swampy terrain, and the swamping in this area continues. Perhaps within a few years, this ocean will completely disappear, so many exiles have begun to call this area called Zangarmarsh.

The swamping of the ocean killed many marine creatures and exposed the whereabouts of the draenei. In the middle of the Zangarmarsh, a small island called Teredor, a draenei stronghold, in In the past few days, new guests have been welcomed.

At that time, the alien species called dwarf, in view of the tall Draenei who generally exceeded 2 meters, the 1.6-meter dwarf was like a stunted child. Of course, the Draenei's curious attention also made Kudran. Wildhammer, as an envoy of the Union, was very dissatisfied. He felt that the draenei were laughing at his height, which was very impolite in the dwarf tradition.

"But these draenei wines are really strong!"

Kudran and his followers, Alfonso Leiming, a partner who grew up with him, sat in the draenei tavern. He just got the news from the Hellfire Peninsula that the undead had completely retreated, base Obtained security, which relieved Kudran, who was ordered to look for reinforcements.

"Kudran, I took a casual excuse yesterday afternoon and circled the island..."

Alfonso was drunk, but drunkenness did not affect the thinking of the Wildhammer Knight. He secretly watched the little tail of the Draenei woman walking not far away, and said to Kurdran in dwarf language:

"If this is all the rest of the draenei, then they have reached the edge of the genocide, leaving less than 10,000 civilians scattered on the small islands around Teredore, Relying on local fish catches and hunting to survive, if they are not well-developed in engineering, I would think they live in primitive tribes."

Kurdran took a sip of wine and shook his head:

"Not like this! Alfonso, don't be fooled by these draenei. Although as far as we can see, there are less than 1,000 soldiers who can fight, but I can be sure that they, except Teredor, are There must be other strong points in Draenor... otherwise it would not explain why the undead did not come to attack them. Obviously, they still have the power to protect themselves and even fight back!"

"But they certainly couldn't help the league...our mission was a failure."

Although it was less than 2 days to Teredore, the war-dwarf dwarves had already seen the current situation of the draenei... and as far as Teredor was concerned, Kurdran had to draw A disappointing conclusion.

The draenei here cannot pull out their power to support the alliance, and even if the alliance official intends to be permanently stationed in the world of Draenor, they are likely to support these draenei refugees in turn.

"Oh, Mr. Kurdran, please follow me. The Prophet has just returned to Teredor, and he wants to summon you."

A draenei priest in a sacrificial robe walked quickly to the drunken dwarf. She frowned and glanced at the two drunken dwarves. She said in very unskilled common language:

"Do the guests need to take a break first?"

"Little girl, don't worry!"

Kudran haha ​​stood up with a smile, drinking the last sip of wine. He wiped his beard covered with wine stains and patted his chest and said:

"This wine has completely affected the old Kurdran. Let's lead the way. Let's go and see your prophet..."

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