Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the cursed land, a few days ago, a battle between the dead and the living broke out.

The fleeing draenei helped the human defenders here to get rid of the endless sea of ​​undead, but they only repelled, and did not really win. In fact, the Alliance Legion lacked the experience of fighting the undead, and the Watchmen’s The number of defenders is not enough to support another war.

However, the undead did not take advantage of the chase. Under the joint attack of the Draenei Prophet and the crow demigod Ansu, the blood lord of the death knight was seriously damaged, and the undead no longer marched. On the contrary, they were kept in the dark. Near the door.

Half of the land in the cursed land fell into the control of the undead, and under the investigation of the human scout, the commander of the alliance found that the undead were awakening the dead on this land, those who died in the war against the orcs The corpses of human warriors and those orcs who were hacked to death.

However, they found that before the support came, they had no ability to fight back.

"So far, we have recruited 1,300 subordinate knights, more than 7,000 necromancers, and another cemetery was discovered yesterday. It is expected that after this operation, the Hellfire Guards Corps will be replenished. stand up."

Sarah Blood Lord Myra. Dawnblade sat in the wizard tower abandoned by the Union defenders, and in front of him placed a communication runestone engraved with necrotic runes. The reduced figure of Tyrion was a kind of The unreal posture is suspended above the runestones. After crossing the Dark Portal, the distance between the two worlds is not enough to support the spiritual communication between the death knights, and can only be connected in this way far behind Draenor.

Hearing Myra’s action report, Tyrion nodded and asked:

"So, what about the high-level knights? There are a large number of soldiers who died in the first orc war and the second orc war in the cursed land. I believe that you have also awakened a group of high-level knights, right? ?"

"This...sorry."

Myra shrugged regretfully, a little helplessness flashed in his bright red eyes:

"After the death of these warriors, their souls were taken into the mysterious abyss of the underworld. Even if they were called again because of their unwillingness, the incomplete soul could not support them to think, which led to the high-level knight’s The number is very small. We dug 4 cemeteries and only awakened less than 100 high-level knights."

"Well, **** abyss..."

Tyrion’s voice was a bit distorted. In the illusion of communication, he sat on the throne of the dark temple, rubbing his chin:

"That's a real trouble, but we can't solve it at the moment...then let's withdraw to Draenor after the Legion of the Cursed Land is conscripted. Many forces in that world may have noticed you, Don’t hesitate to make a decision!"

"I see!"

Myra nodded and was about to turn off the communicator. At this time, the time around his body began to flow abnormally. As the genius mage of Quel'Thalas, the blood lord who inherited the excellent blood of the blade of dawn. In a moment, he flipped his wrist, completed three defensive spells, and gathered two dark and cold magic powers in his palm, aiming at the bronze portal that opened around him.

"Uh?"

After seeing the figure coming out of the portal, Myra slowly put away the aggressive magic that was ready. He looked up and down at the frosty Miss Bronze Dragon and the blonde dwarf standing beside her. He said softly :

"Ms. Seifer, are you here to catch me?"

"Anonymous, too lazy to care about you!"

Sephor snorted dismissively, and flicked his hand to turn the runestones on the table in front of her. She and Cromi looked at Terion's suspended figure, and she said in a deep voice:

"I want to meet you! Now, right now!"

Tyrion didn’t seem to be surprised by this request, but he didn’t answer it immediately. Instead, he focused his attention on the dwarf next to Sephor. The dwarf had blonde hair and two cute hairs on his head. Hairy, with a pair of yellow snake pupils, which gleams with clever and active eyes, is not a regular guy at a glance.

She wore a white robe often worn by priests, holding a priest's staff in her hand and dressed like a gnome priest, but this just exposed her identity...The civilization of gnome is built on machinery and engineering Academically, these neurotic shorts are downright atheists. It is impossible for the gnome community to give birth to a profession that requires sincere faith.

In front of her is the only dwarf priest in Azeroth, and her identity is obvious.

"Hello, Cromi!"

Tyrion reached out and greeted the little gnome:

"The first time I met, I have been admired for a long time."

Cromi blinked, her eyes flashed with interest, and she whispered:

"Sephel said you know me and know me very well, but I haven't seen you! I'm sure I haven't seen you in the past or in the future!"

"No, believe me, Cromy, you and I were true friends, you helped me, and I saved you from the mortal doom, and I know what you did in the Eastern Plaguelands, oh, By the way, that place is still called Stratholme."

Tyrion flicked his fingers, and a soft flash of light flashed in the ice-blue eyes:

"It's just that you don't know the friendship between us. Come on, I'll wait for you in Shattrath City in Draenor! Don't keep me waiting."

After finishing speaking, Tyrion hung up the communication, and Sephor and Cromi looked at each other. The former akimbo and said to the blood lord Myra:

"Then what are you waiting for? Open the door of darkness and send us over!"

"This lady, sorry, Gul'dan's skull, the key to open the door of darkness, is now in the hands of the draenei prophets, and I am powerless..."

Myra shrugged helplessly, but the next moment was interrupted violently by Sephor.

"Come on, you have two skulls of Gul'dan, don't think I don't know!"

This caused the blood lord to wink, and he propped his chin playfully, looking at Sephor, and whispered:

"But why should I help you? You might say that Tyrion gave the order, but madam, there should be a gesture of asking for help, instead of being so arrogant, so to speak, your arrogance makes me Very dissatisfied...I don't want to help you, that's it."

"you!"

Seiffel clenched her fists and wished to hammer the blood lord in front of her into a meat sauce, but the next moment she was pulled fingers by Cromyra, the blonde gnome stepped forward, and she looked at the blood lord in front of her with interest , She said softly:

"You are a pure-blooded Salin, which is very rare. You should have appeared 12 years later, but your current form is not complete. As far as I know, the ultimate form of Salin will be more beautiful and powerful... "

"Oh?"

A trace of hunger flashed in the blood lord's eyes. He slowly pulled a white skull out of the storage ring and shook it in his hand. He looked at Cromi:

"So, how can I get its secret?"

"There should be a gesture of asking for help when someone is asking for help, not such an arrogant impulse."

Cromi looked at the Blood Lord with a smile on her hips, she said softly:

"Don't provoke us, don't bully the simple Sephor, when we become friends, I will naturally share this secret with you, so be it."

"Well, you are a wise lady who is very difficult to deal with. It is more difficult to deal with than some arrogant little girls."

Myra glanced at Sephora with an angry face. He stood up and put on a blood-red mage robe:

"So, come with me, ladies."

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In the world of Draenor, after the draenei's successful escape, the last wave of the world gradually disappeared.

The Dark Blade Knights did not kill the draenei people who stayed in Draenor. Instead, they left the draenei people on the Franconian peninsula. It seemed that they wanted to let them die on their own. There is no storm fortress that will eventually fall to the ground, and no undead will peep.

A battleship that has been completely destroyed and can no longer fly is not worthy of Tyrian’s too much thought on it, and the draenei ecological ship seized in the war is properly placed in A secret place, where the gadget is located, is the top secret of the Dark Blade Knights.

No one knows what Tyrion is doing with that ship, and the undead are not so powerfully curious. In short, in today's Draenor, the entire world has been brought into the arms of the Dark Blade Knight.

"These panic guys don't know at all..."

Tyrion took Aurelia's hand and wandered the streets of Shattrath. Aurelia wore a plain long dress and her dark blond hair fluttered slightly in the breeze of Shattrath City. And Tyrion wore a characterless robe. They covered their anomalies with crystal glasses with a Crow style, and the two were like ordinary couples at home.

No one was alarmed, it was like a trip. Of course, the manager of Shattrath City, Naru Adal must know their whereabouts, but Naru did not stop it, Tyrion looked at each form. Different exiles, he whispered to his lover:

"I don't want their lives at all, nor are they qualified soldiers."

"But they are afraid of you, Tyrion. You bad guys have kept them in this city, just like grazing animals. When necessary, you will come to harvest once."

The windrunner said meaningfully:

"You don't actually want to see that this world is all undead, right?"

"How to say, if Draenor were all undead, the world would have no hope."

Tyrion stretched his lazy waist, holding his wife's slender waist, and said in her ear:

"Life and death are a cycle. Without the living, the dead will not be born. The Knight of Dark Edge wants a long-term development. Such "captive" is necessary. I also look forward to their savings in Shattrath and Nagrand. Strength, then rushed out of the reserve, trying to defeat us, trying to kill me..."

"Of course, I will kill these rebels without hesitation, and then wait for the next prosperity of life and the emergence of rebellion... Each rebellion will make me one or two more legions, and we have to pay It’s just an uncontrolled city and some insignificant time."

Tyrion snorted:

"It's like a hard-working farmer waiting for the harvest in autumn, why not do it?"

When two people snuggled into each other and walked into one of the most prosperous streets in Shattrath City, Tyrion suddenly saw two figures at the door of Tianya Tavern. A flash of light flashed in his eyes and patted Aurelia’s Back.

"My dear, go for it yourself. I have something to deal with."

"Nasa, protect her."

The death knight spoke a word to the empty air, and then separated from his wife, walked to the Tianya tavern. Amidst the crowds, Tyrion was anxiously waiting for Sephor and Cromigo who was watching him. Hooked his finger.

"Come with me, girls, there will be a quiet place to talk about things."

He walked to the bar of Tianya Tavern and took off his glasses. The iconic ice-blue eyes caused the pub owner, a draenei female body to tremble, but Tyrion was also a regular visitor to Tianya Tavern. After silent communication, he quickly got the right to use a quiet box on the third floor.

After the two parties were seated, the pub owner personally delivered the best drinks. Tyrion looked at two figures, one tall and one short. He rubbed his chin and asked in a low voice:

"So, you have seen that desperate future, right?"

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