Azeroth’s Death Track

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The anger of Eredar Warlock is not unreasonable.

When he first departed from Marton, he thought it was just an armed parade. Like the steps to conquer countless worlds, he found a suitable place, opened the portal of the legion, attracted an endless army of demons, and completely overwhelmed this sad world.

According to the information they collected, there was no force in the world of Draenor that could resist the invasion of the legion.

But the night the Warlock came to Draenor, the reality gave him a slap.

On the cold and barren land of Frostfire Ridge, in the sneaky darkness, the undead rushed from all directions surrounded the blank Eredar Warlocks in the snow, strangling those cold death knights In the five-man squad that came to Draenor with this warlock, he was the only one who escaped from the battlefield.

And in his waist, there is a "commemoration" left by the death knight.

This is a wound cut by a cold rune sword. If the warlock has less luck, the sword will cut off his body directly, and the most terrible thing is that in the flickering shadow of the sword, the warlock With the help of the magic fire, I saw the face of the attacker.

That's a draenei... those sad escaped compatriots, her blue skin and the horns on the top of the head, and the tail behind it all prove this, except for her body... that is the dead body, The cold light shining in those eyes made him shudder

He saw with his own eyes that the draenei death knight was pierced by the three-headed demon guard, but he was assassinated as if it was not affected at all. The summoned demons drowned completely.

It was a shameful defeat. The most shameful thing is that he survived by the draenei death knight, just like a hound chasing his prey, and fled to the Hellfire Peninsula...

"Pooh"

Eredar Warlock sipped his **** saliva, and the wounds in his waist began to linger again. The blade of the death knight must be contaminated with some kind of evil force, and the polluted disease was incorporated into his blood, even Fel energy is also difficult to disperse.

"Where did the ghosts come from? Where did I not know that the draenei played this trick in addition to believing in the Holy Light."

He murmured a word, and soon, in front of him, a complete summoning circle has been built, and the obedient Ginger Gemons shattered several magical gems, accompanied by dark green magical energy. Flow to the ground, the dark green light is like a candlelight lit in the dark, and the magic of chaos is drawn from the ground, flooding the circumference of the circle.

The warlock took a step forward, and his two new companions... the same warlocks who escaped from the death knight's chase, they divided into triangles, stood in three places in the circle, and at the same time stirred up the body Evil energy, linking beyond the boundless void, the distant world of Marton, where the demon vanguard is ready, they are about to step into this world.

"Overseer Arathus, we call you and your legion, the intelligence of this world has been collected, come on!"

The warlock shouted loudly:

"Come and conquer it for the legion!"

"Swoosh"

As soon as the words fell, a whistling bone arrow shot out of the shadow behind it, piercing the head of a hapless demon guard neatly, and the hot blood and disgusting brain squirted out of the wound and spattered. Behind the warlock, he turned his head suspiciously and saw the death knight coming out of the hillside behind him.

The familiar figure on the armored warrior, the broken corner, and the black heavy armor.

Yrel threw the war bow in her hand to the death knight beside her. She withdrew the warhammer behind her backhand and pulled up the horse rein. The dead horse gave a low roar at midnight, carrying the heavy knight like a violent beast, When the two demon guards blocking the road broke away, when Yrel's war hammer hit the chest of the terrified Eredar Warlock, she whispered:

"It's a pity that I was targeting you..."

"Kill them all!"

After Yrel rushed out of the position, the tall and short death knights quickly summoned their war horses, and also rushed out with the boss, and behind them, more than a dozen received the news and rushed over. The high-level death knight, the charge of these dozen people was too sudden, and the cold blade of the death knight had fallen on them before the demons had reacted.

However, Yrel arrived a little late, and the magic circle started by the warlocks could not be stopped. The fierce magic power formed a huge dark green door in the space in front of him in the interlacing of the magic circle.

It is very unstable and cannot allow too many demons to pass through. This is obviously just a rite of calling the advance troops.

In the far-flung broken world of Marton, the Demon Pioneer Officer, the cruel Alathus looked back at the hundreds of elite demons and dozens of Eredar Warlocks behind him, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Arathus is an Eredar who was once an officer in the world of Argus. After accepting the evil energy, his ordinary life was like opening another door. He fanatically took the demon and The compatriots once invaded one world after another, like a mad dog, keen on cruel killing and destruction, wherever he went, everything was razed to the ground by war.

This cruel style gave him the name of "cruel" in the legion, and Alathus liked the name very much. He likes to let his subordinates call him "Althus the Brutal," which sounds like a "fraudster." Similar to the "polluter", he is an Eredar with great ambitions, and he longs for a higher status and desires to be recognized.

And this time invading Draenor, he will prove himself with destruction and death!

"Come with me, Legionnaires!"

Arathus raised his left arm, between the dark red fingers, the lightning of the evil energy was moving, and soon formed a fierce energy tomahawk, he shouted loudly:

"Conquer the world for the **** of darkness!"

"charge!"

As the voice fell, Arathus was the first to pass through the portal. After the inherent turbulence and dizziness inherent in the world portal, the cruel feet stepped on the ground of the Hellfire Peninsula.

Unexpectedly, his appearance did not attract the fanatical or fearful calls of the advancers. This quietness made Arathus a little lost, listening to those calls, but his few hobbies.

But soon, a pungent **** smell rushed into the nostrils of Alathus. At the moment when the first demon behind him stepped out of the teleportation, Arathus raised his head and saw that it was not far from the portal. Death knights with ambush circles set up.

In the forefront of the vast sea of ​​undead, Yrel, who was riding on the war horse, also saw the tall Eredar warrior who rushed out of the portal, she waved her hand, what she carried in her hand Crossed the sky and hit Alassius' feet.

It was a series of demon heads strung together, among which the eyes of the crushed Eredar Warlock were particularly frightened.

"My fellow countrymen..."

Yrel waved the warhammer. Behind her, the death knights pulled out their weapons in unison. She stared at Alathus and said in a hoarse, low voice:

"Welcome to... hell!"

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"The scattered demons opened at least 17 portals at the same time! Are all 7 concentrated in Hellfire Peninsula?"

On the roof of the Dark Temple, Lord Darkblade is listening to the latest information.

Tyrion sits on his icy throne while Aurelia lies in his arms and closes his eyes as if he has fallen asleep. Tyrion listens to the return of his subordinates in the spiritual link. At that moment, almost identical messages were sent back from all over the world.

"Frostfire Ridge, Talador, Alanka Peak Forest, Shadowmoon Sea and Sky, and near the lava pit of Gorgrond... It seems that the demons have finally made up their minds."

The death knight gently stroked Aurelia's hair. In the spiritual link, he responded to the reports of his subordinates:

"Disband those advance troops and then return to their fortresses. The stable portal has not been established. The main force of the demon has not yet played. Remember the tactics we discussed before. My request is simple and there is only one!"

Tyrion’s fingers moved a few times in the air, and he increased his voice in his spirit:

"Before I kill the demon commander, I can't let them break through the blockade of the area and connect them together... no matter how much they pay! It's time to test the dark blade knights, brothers and sisters, this will be A very difficult battle, but victory belongs to us, there is no doubt about it!"

"Glockush, Saurfang and Serent, you have all questioned my original intention to establish the Dark Blade Knight. In this battle, you will see all this...our legion It’s not about fighting against living people. It’s not worth mentioning that the living people are weak. Our goals and our sacrifices are for today!"

The death knight's voice sounded through the spiritual link in the heart of every high-level knight. There was no fervour, no courage to be admired by living people, and some were just cruel and cruel.

"The devil’s conspiracy killed all of us, and today is the moment of revenge... They want to rush into my world, they want to destroy all of us, and now, as the Lord Lord of the Dark Blade Knights, I order All the Knights of Dark Blade, with your sword and your suppressed anger, give me the devil and drive it out!"

"Observe!"

For a time, more than 2000 voices sounded in the spirit at the same time, so that Tyrion's fingers were tightened at this moment. He who had not breathed for a long time took a deep breath and took Aurelia in his arms. Holding it up, the latter opened his eyes, and a blood-red light flashed in her eyes.

"Going to war?"

Aurelia asked in a low voice, Tyrion stretched out his fingers and smoothed his lover's long hair. He nodded and said softly:

"Protect the Dark Temple, Aurelia, stay here and wait for the news of my victory."

Having said that, after his death, the death knight kissed his lover’s lips for the first time. He held Aurelia tightly, and the ranger responded enthusiastically. After a while, the two separated, and Tyrion walked forward a few steps forward. In a short step, the dark red body of the huge undead dragon beast has appeared on the platform of the dark temple.

The Lord Lord rode on the neck of the death knell. He turned back and waved at Aurelia. The next moment, in the deep roar of the undead dragon, the Demon Sword Apocalypse suddenly came out of the sheath. In the roar of the death knell flapping the bone wings, several heavy gates under the dark temple were pushed open together. The death raven and the undead dragon were flapping their wings and carrying the heavily armed death knights like the birds leaving the nest. , Following the leader.

Run to the battlefield with the undead and calm attitude of the undead!

There is no public roar, no flowers flying, no ribbons flying in the wind, some are only the coldness entangled in the sky, the dark storm that swept all over, some are only a rock-solid cold heart, some are just Death-like silence, some just endless killing.

At the roof of the Dark Temple, Aurelia stood there, the wind blowing her clothes and her dark blond hair, she watched Tyrion's figure disappear into the sky, in blood-red eyes, Full of pride.

"I know that you are different from what they said...My lover, whether in front of him or after death... is a real hero."

Aurelia stretched out her hand and flicked her long hair behind her ears. Between the shadows behind her, the three heavily-armed watchmen and nearly a hundred dark rangers walked onto the rooftop and stood behind Aurelia.

Nasa, who could not see the expression, handed a heavy war bow to Aurelia, and another watchman sent a set of bright red chain armor and cloak.

"If Tyrion knows that I did not protect you, but ran out to fight under your leadership..."

Nasa whispered:

"He will definitely kill me."

"But you and I are connected, Nasa, and do you think I will be a wife waiting quietly for her husband to return?"

Aurelia reached out and struck the bowstring of the slingshot. In the buzzing sound, she closed her eyes:

"I just don’t want to be the same as before, Nassa, I get desperate news while waiting, I don’t want to be his burden, nothing more, would you like to be my comrade-in-arms and companion? Nasa, no one is more suitable than us Fighting side by side, you don’t need to worry about betrayal and threats, and you have the same mind, I know you hate him, hate him for turning you into what you are..."

"But one day, you will see the meaning of all this. He is not evil. Although he is always talking about revenge and conquest, you also see that he is actually kinder than most kings...a cunning Will the evil one be so brave to fight the dangerous demons?"

The Blood Watcher moved his wrist, and the sharp thorn thorn wheel was looming under the cover of her bright red cloak covering her body. After a few seconds, the Watchman stepped back slightly and said:

"So, as you wish... my **** mother."

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