Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the fourth year of the establishment of the Dark Blade Knights, high-level death knights are not as rare as they once were.

However, in order to be promoted to a higher rank in the greater number of the Undead Legion, the assessment requirements that must be passed are also more stringent. In the past year, the subordinate death knights who met the promotion requirements must enter the dangerous Gorgrond alone, Within a day, the corpses of more than 20 ogres will be brought back to be awarded the title of high-level knight.

Becoming a high-level death knight is not just a promotion of status. At present, the Dark Blade Knights have formed their own set of systems on how to use death energy, as well as those complex and cumbersome necrotic runes. After the knowledge left by the Moon clan, the use of Necrotic Runes has also been improved by several levels.

Only when you become a high-level knight, these powers will be open to the death knight. The most important thing is that the Dark Knight Knight's monitoring of the death knight's thinking is very strict, and the lower knights will not be allowed to immerse too much in the past. In the memory, this is to avoid the weaker ones from getting lost in death, and only high-level knights are allowed complete freedom of thinking.

That's the freedom to let go, as long as the high-level death knights do whatever they want, as long as they are not driven crazy by the past.

"what"

The sorrow of the Paladin rang on the battlefield and was besieged by four high-level death knights at the same time. Even the Grand Vindicant Marrard had to be in a hurry, not to mention an elven paladin?

Although Eric’s martial arts are very superb and his use of the power of the Holy Light is very old, he still looks too immature in the face of the high-level combat power of the Dark Blade Knights. These high-level knights are fighting the demon. Everyone who survived on the last day is a real battle veteran, and the unique spiritual link of the death knight also makes their cooperation almost perfect.

Just less than 3 minutes into the battle, the horses under Eric’s crotch had their heads cut off, the Paladin tumbled in the rain, and across from him, a blade that roared and shone with the light of the rune of the dead, Almost at the next moment his body will be cut open.

"Elix!"

General Darnas yelled at the adjutant who wanted to rush to save himself, but was stuck behind the front line by the violent walking dead. After the dark door opened for 3 hours, the sea of ​​undead reached 50,000. Forming, in this icy rain, the draenei and human allies are stepping back step by step.

"Marrad, save him!"

Danus waved his battle axe and cut off the head of the undead that was thrown at him. He shouted to the draenei's great sergeant:

"Please, save Alex!"

The Union general knew that the Grand Vindicator was stronger than him, and in the face of such a request, Marrad could not sit idly by. He waved the warhammer, and a brilliant light trial over the space of 30 meters, hitting the high The death knight's body forced him to retreat, but this could not alleviate the mortal situation facing Erics. Marrard wanted to rush into the sea of ​​undead, but the next moment, the voice of the prophet was in the entire battlefield. Every soldier's ears sounded.

"There is a big guy coming out of the dark door, get down! Get down!"

The warning came so suddenly and strangely that many people didn’t respond, but the big sergeant lay on the ground without thinking, the next moment, the roaring dark storm of darkness was removed from the light of the dark gate, just Like a feather blade storm between heaven and earth, it swept across the craters and stations outside the Dark Portal.

The undead surrounded by the edge of the battlefield seemed to be caught in the most terrible blade whirlwind, and between the smelly blood splashes, their bodies were broken into pieces by the wind blade, even with some alliance hapless ghosts. Was caught in a black storm.

In the storm, a monster covered with feathers, like a walking magnificent dark blue big bird, rushed out of the dark door. It was 4 meters high, and the tail feathers carried the body more than 7 meters long, like a myth. The monster in the same.

"Ansu! Why did it rush over?"

The prophet standing on the deck of the forbidden ship stared dumbly at the Crow’s demigods and escaped through the dark door. The next moment, he saw a dead Goron strode out of the dark door, which was 7 meters high. Half of the body was entangled with metal, and the appearance of the greasy black bones on his arms and shoulders completely let the chaotic battlefield fall into silence.

When did the soldiers of the alliance see such horrible creatures?

When the black death Goron Yangtian roared, their bodies were shaking and simply, the goal of the King of Goron chasing was not them, but the same huge bird.

Ansu...it's chasing Ansu!

"Tirion is crazy! He actually wanted to kill this powerful demigod!"

The Prophet squeezed the staff in his hand, and he became more and more suspicious of what was in the Death Knight’s mind, but the current form no longer allowed the Prophet to hesitate anymore. Fighting against the King of Goron, the old demigod is obviously not an opponent of Gruul, who was strengthened by death, flying out of its gorgeous feathers, the blood of the demigod is swaying everywhere, and the demigod's breath is also a little bit. A little weakened.

But this scene also gave the prophet a chance!

"Ansu! Let's join forces to fight back these undead!"

The Prophet waved his staff, and the dazzling light fell on the demigod's body, blocking it from Gruul's violent hammering, and hesitated for a moment.

"Oh! Good!"

So the next moment, the voice of the prophet rang again in the ears of Darnas and Marrad:

"Retreat, let the soldiers retreat! The battle of the demigods cannot be intervened by mortals! Withdraw to the fortress, Darnas, I stay to help Ansu!"

"Boom"

In the demigod's stubby wings, the wind blade storm mixed with black feathers swept the entire battlefield at this moment, and the superior Prophet Velen also waved his staff. A thick layer of holy light enveloped the battlefield. The path of the chasing undead was completely blocked.

Danas Trollbane stood on the far plain, looking at the dark door completely blocked by the Holy Light, and vaguely, he could still hear the blood mage's unwilling roar, and the giant-like death The trembling of the earth during the battle of the spirit colossus.

That's not the enemy they can fight now... that's not.

"Relax, Darnas."

The exhausted big sergeant reached out and patted the Alliance general’s shoulder: "We grabbed the skull of Gul'dan from Tyrion, and we can use it to close the door of darkness in this world. Undead support will be cut off. Not coming."

"Lost the skull of Gul'dan, they also lost control of the Dark Portal, your world... is completely safe."

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And at the moment when Draenor’s demigod Ansu crossed the Dark Portal, on another mysterious and barbarous continent of Azeroth, in the world’s most mysterious valley, some ancient sleepers Was awakened.

The green grass is shaded, the leaves are falling, and fresh life is evolving in this fairyland-like valley. The elk walking leisurely down to eat grass. They are not afraid of the humanoids that come and go. They are very clear. These sharp The ears, the elegant creatures with purple skin, are their friends.

Night elves, a mysterious race, have lived here for 10,000 years in the valley of Mount Hyjal. Before the world tree was planted, the elves ruled the entire world, even the ancient powerful The troll empire Zandalar also had to divide the boundaries of the world with them.

Of course, that belongs to the age of the elven kingdom, and now it belongs to the night elf.

The world tree Nordrassil, which was planted after the end of the battle of the ancients, it is said that the day the seed was planted, the world tree was given endless divine power by the guardian dragons, which protected the dark night The elves are not affected by time, as long as the world tree still exists, the night elves are immortal.

This kind of life without worrying about the future has led the night elves to develop a leisure, or "lazy" lifestyle. In their society, the pace of life is so slow that it can be outrageous. In the night elves, there are some mysteries. The guy is more keen on sleeping, and a sleep can last for hundreds of years or even thousands of years.

Druids follow the path of nature and maintain the balance of nature. It is said that they originated from the wild gods who walked on the earth before the birth of civilization. The nature guardian Cenarius passed the power of nature to the night elves. Those who accepted this noble power were called druids.

In the society of night elves, Luna and Druid are respected professions.

And the druids like to sleep, this is not a bad habit. On the contrary, every time the druid falls asleep, he enters his soul into a mysterious and magnificent emerald dream, in the world that is said to be a world dream Here, everything is running like perfection. The deeper the connection with that dream, the more natural power the druids can use.

In the beast pit of Mount Hyjal, a druid who had been sleeping for thousands of years frowned in his sleep, and with the shaking of his mind, the vegetation surrounding his body quickly grew, and then Withering at the same speed again, symbolizing the circulation of nature, symbolizing the balance between life and death.

"Dream...shaking."

A dream-like voice sounded in the beast den:

"A new demigod has appeared. It holds the power of storms and shadows... it comes from a foreign country, and there is unknown darkness wrapped around its body..."

"Om"

The light green light shrouded the body of this sleeping druid like a gauze. It was a soft, surging and powerful life force, just like awakening. After a moment, this sleeping druid Yi opened her eyes.

It was a pair of silver eyes, and at the moment when he woke up, the whole animal cave began to vibrate. It was that after a long sleep, he was unable to adapt to the power of rapid growth, but soon, this spreading power was converged. When he got up, the druid lying on the warm stone bed stood up, a night elf with a green beard, but surprisingly, there were signs of some animals on his body.

His forehead has stag-like horns, under his arms are bright wings like birds, and above his long beard, covered with trees and flowers.

He was naked with his upper body naked, his muscles covered with mysterious pale blue war patterns, a white bear skin around his waist, and his lower legs were leggings that the druids often beat.

The dress was unusually wild, but the druid himself exuded a very peaceful breath. He stood beside the pool in the beast's den and looked at himself. He frowned.

"The power of the spirit of the beast is changing my body...I hope, I hope my beloved Tyrande will not hate me for this."

This druid smiled bitterly for a moment. He stood up, moved his shoulders, and took a step forward. The pale green light wrapped around the druid's body, making his body change quickly, in less than 1 second. In the middle, a wonderful and powerful crow appeared in the animal's den, its eyes shining wisely, flapping its wings, and disappeared into the animal's den briskly.

"Dream is calling!"

A huge crow flew over the beast of Mount Hyjal, toward the moonlight woodland on the other side of the peak, and a low voice rang in the ears of every druid where he flew.

"Wake up, nature walkers...the wild gods need our strength..."

On this day, the sleeping druids awoke one after another, they were inspired by the shock of the Emerald Dream, and at the summoning of the big druid Malfurion. Stormrage, a group of powerful druids joined His team.

In the revelation from the awakeners and the wild gods, they will go to another continent in this world, where there is a powerful demigod waiting for the dream to summon...

A wild **** from another world.

However, before the druids set off, some compatriots hidden in the shadow of the elven civilization joined them for another reason. For these unsolicited top assassins, Malfurion did not refuse.

On the contrary, he welcomes them for this journey together.

At the moment when the druids stepped into the emerald dream portal, the warden Maiev, who was next to the big druid, clenched her fingers, and she vowed silently in her heart.

"Nasa, this time...I will definitely break the shackles of darkness and bring you back intact!"

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