Azeroth’s Death Track

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Since the failure of the Orgrim's tribe, the entire eastern continent is now covered with as many orcs assholes, and more than three years have passed.

The Dragonmaw orcs have also been entrenched in the wetland for more than three years. Their large troops hid in the rugged Grimbatho city. Some small scattered teams were looted throughout the wetland and rebuilt in the wetland after the war. The port of Menethil was also frequently attacked by Dragonmaw orcs, and the town of Dun Mood built by the dwarves near the Saldo Bridge was also looted by the Dragonmaw orcs once.

The Dwarf King Magni Bronzebeard in Ironforge has sent troops to support the Wetlands more than once, hoping to drive the Dragonmaw Orcs out of the traditional sphere of influence of the Dwarves, but unfortunately, in the Orc Wars, the Copperbeard Dwarves also suffered heavy losses Like other human kingdoms, they are unable to expel these robbers.

The two sides divided a strict occupation zone in the wetland. In general, the Dragonmaw Orc is the disadvantaged party. Although it can control the Red Dragon, the number of dragons is limited. Especially after the Orc War, the Red Dragon realized that Obediently obeying the orcs because of the threat of the Queen will not make the Queen's situation better, so the red dragons who can still move have left here, leaving only some irrational young who have been completely tortured. Dragon.

In this case, the Dragonmaw Orc can still be maintained, it is already very lucky.

But they were trapped in the wetlands, trapped in Grim Batol. There is no doubt that the dwarves didn’t even need to wage a large-scale war. In today’s situation, the Dragonmaw Orcs trapped in the city eventually Will collapse because of lack of supply.

After Zuluhed, Neckrus, the skull-breaker who took over as chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan, finally found that things did not develop as he imagined, and he simply did not get the opportunity he expected...

"Chief Grommash sent the messenger again."

In the chief's hall in Grimbath, this originally belonged to Orgrim's position, but now the skull-crusher is sitting on it. The orc warlock frowned, and in front of him, it was a handwriting written in animal skin. "Invitation letter".

The trusted Warlock Draka. The Shadowburner bowed and stood beside the Chief of the Dragonmaw. He said carefully:

"He invited you to participate in the war in the Arathi Highlands. It is said that the Crusher Clan and Thunder King Clan have already joined, and he is waiting for your reply."

"I know, I can read every word on it!"

Necruus said annoyingly:

"I don't need you to repeat it to me! Grom regards this as Draenor, and the three clans joined together and wanted to break through the heavily defended prisoner of war camp. This is simply impossible. How terrible the heavy cavalry in Torrent Fortress , You and I have seen... more than once!"

"I won't be their cannon fodder!"

The skull-crusher squeezed the golden disc in his hand. He looked at the treasure in his hand drunk. He reached out and stroked it. He murmured:

"We are here, at Grimbath, with the help of dragons, no one wants to drive us away, here, here will be the Kingdom of Dragon Roar! Just here, we will not go anywhere! "

"But chieftain!"

The warlock Draka said ugly: "Our supplies are seriously lacking. Even if we send more scouts, we can’t plunder enough supplies. This is a wetland. It’s too barren. If we don’t unite with them, we will Will be trapped in..."

"To shut up!"

The Skullcrusher severely interrupted Draka's persuasion. His eyes were crimson, staring at his most trusted adjutant as if looking at a stranger or even an enemy, that kind of chaos Malicious, almost undisguised.

"Why are you so keen to persuade me to join the battle and join a battle that has nothing to do with the Dragonmaw clan! Say, have you betrayed Dragonmaw? Have you reached some invisibility with Grommash? People's dirty work? Have you already trusted them?"

"Wow"

The orc chief stood up sharply. He stepped forward and grabbed Draka's collar. His face roared with a twist:

"Do you think I will lose? Right?"

"Do you think Dragonmaw is hopeless? Do you think we will be defeated by the dwarves?"

"Say! Traitor! Speak!"

"You're crazy! Nike Cruise, you're crazy!"

The orc warlock being questioned felt insulted. He opened the hands of the skullcrusher. He said viciously:

"If you don't trust me, then dismiss me, Necruz, that artifact, you are inseparable from it, it is affecting your thinking, it has driven you crazy, no one with a brain Will invite dangerous black dragons into your city, but you just did it! Do you really believe those black dragons are here to help you? Don’t be stupid! They come for your artifact!"

"You! Do you still want to grab my artifact?"

The Skullcrusher hugged the golden disc in his arms, and he growled at Draka:

"Go! Go! My clan has no place for you! Dragonmaw doesn't need you anymore, go, don't let me see you again!"

"You are done!"

Draka was completely disappointed. He took the dragon throat badge on his chest and threw it on the ground. He took a sip of water and strode into the darkness of Grimbaut:

"Dragon throat is over!"

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Draka Shadowburner, who used to be one of the high-level members of the Shadow Council, was an excellent orc warlock, but he was born in the Dragonmaw clan and was very loyal to his clan, so he reconvened the Shadow Council in Gul'dan As a member, he did not participate, but chose to stay with Skullcrusher Nekrus.

But now, the once wise and ruthless Nike Cruise has been scrapped... that artifact!

Draka felt keenly that the artifact known as the Dragon Soul was affecting him. The magic was indeed powerful and could manipulate the dragon and control them, but as a warlock, Draka learned the first A truth is... Anything that is powerful has a price to use. It now appears that the cost of using the Dragon Soul is the kind of Nekruth's completely defeated sanity.

"It will eventually destroy the entire Dragonmaw!"

The orc warlock returned to his residence. He managed the door and quietly summoned a green eyeball. The eye of Kilrogg, the most commonly used and most useful scout spell by the warlocks, he manipulated this one. Eyeballs looked at key positions in Grimbato, and the sight saw Draka feel a deeper threat.

Those black dragons who walked in Grimbatho, those guys who had not invited them a few months ago, their leaders did not know what reason to convince Necruz to let him change the city to the black dragon. They are wide open.

Draka. The Burner hasn’t heard of the war that happened in this world 10,000 years ago, but just relying on his warlock instincts, he can guess that these black dragon comers are bad, these guys and the Dragonmaw clan manipulate The red dragons are different, they are more cunning, more manic, stronger, but also more dangerous, and after chatting with those black dragons a few times, the warlock can feel that these black dragons are dark inside like their appearance.

There is no doubt that they hide certain secrets, and their leader, almost mysterious, almost never appears in front of Draka.

"Why did you come here?"

The orc warlock observed with Kilrogg’s eyes for a long time, and he didn’t know the answer he wanted to know. He knew that there must be no answer to these black dragons. After thinking for a long time, Draka. Burner Pushing the door open, he followed Grim Bator's stairs deep down into the huge pothole at the bottom of the city.

Maybe, where can he get the answer.

"Call, call"

As Draka walked into the cave below the city, a scorching wind came out of the dark hole, with a certain rhythm, like a wild beast breathing.

He greeted the orcs guarding the cave entrance. Although Necruus wanted to deprive him of his position and status, in fact, the thinking of the chaotic and irritable skullcrusher could not manage the current Dragonmaw clan, this clan The real manager is Draka. In the heart of the lower orcs, this orc warlock is like a real chief.

The burner walked into the cave, which was obviously a cave that was excavated, rather than a naturally formed cave. The further it went deeper into the cave, the hotter the air became, until the burner saw it lying deepest in the cave The creature at the place.

She has a huge body, a huge body of more than 150 meters long, entrenched in the deepest part of the cave, like a mountain derived from this earth, her body is covered with beautiful scales, each piece is like real art , Filled with warm light in the darkness, although the light was a bit dim because of the long captivity.

She seemed to be sleeping, her huge head resting on her jeweled tail, and every time she breathed, the scorching breath from that huge nostril blew Draka's hair, the scorching heat, as if it was approaching a volcano.

Unlike Neckruth the Skullcrusher, every time Draka sees this creature, his heart is full of awe. In his world, there is no such magnificent creature, which represents the strength and natural nobility. Raka was absolutely reluctant to enslave it, not only because of his inner awe, but more importantly, unlike the Skullcrusher who just looked at him, Warlock Draka. The Burner, he could see that once this creature got rid of slavery The end of the Dragonmaw clan...will arrive in no time.

"Well, Warlock, I can feel that your heart is full of doubts, at a loss, at a loss..."

In front of Draka, a pair of huge yellow snake pupils suddenly opened, as if piercing the dark light. The Queen of Red Dragon looked at the tiny orc in front of her in a sleepy gesture without moving. Intention to kill, but while the Dragon Soul still exists in Grimbathor, she is weak and unable to resist.

"What do you want to know from me?"

Alexstrasza asked softly, the low voice was like thunder, as one of the guardian dragons, the Red Dragon Queen had seen the true creator of the world with her own eyes, and got enough shock from the great existence. The power of the world, she has seen civilization staggering in a daze, she has also seen the first war in the mortal world, and she has witnessed the rise and decline of night elves and troll empire.

But no matter what kind of civilization, they dare not treat her so crazy... Orcs did it, and enslaved her with evil artifacts, which is unimaginable and indescribable in the life of Alexstrasza for tens of thousands of years shame.

The Dragonmaw Orc is dead!

Whether it is the Queen of Red Dragon or the orc warlock in front of the queen, it is clear... No one can save the Dragonmaw clan, these orcs are rushing towards death.

"I want to ask you, those black dragons, you have seen them, right?"

Draka leaned over slightly, expressing his respect, and said softly:

"I dare not ask for your forgiveness, all this can only be said to be destiny, if I will die in your hands one day, it is also destiny, but before death comes, I hope I can understand some of the death, Instead of being inexplicably sent to hell."

"Those black dragons, they come to Grimbath. What's the purpose?"

"Black Dragon?"

The oath-binder closed his eyes and said like dreams, "Of course I know them. I knew it from the day they arrived in this city. They dare not appear in front of me because they are in fear, they are in fear. ..."

"afraid of what?"

Asked Draka.

"The source of their blood, the fallen guardian of the earth, my former companion, its breath completely disappeared into this world, just like the trees that had lost their roots, floating powerlessly on the tide, following the unknown future Moving in the direction of the water, no one can protect them anymore, just like the young rats who have opened their holes, waiting for them is the encirclement and suppression from the whole world."

Alexstrasza opened his eyes and looked at the orc warlock in front of him with a playful look:

"If it's you, are you afraid?"

The orc warlock was silent, and the Queen of Red Dragon closed her eyes again, her voice almost inaudible:

"They also want to get answers from me. They want to use me as an amulet to avoid the doomed pursuit. They want to transform my children into monsters to fight for them, just like Nasari. Ordinary evil, they inherited the blood of evil from their fathers, it is really sad, the protector of my life was fought by two gangsters, but you are doomed to not succeed... Orcs, your chief, have already Crazy, right?"

"Oh, this is the end of holding the artifact as a mortal. In the foreseeable future, you will also suffer the same doom."

"You better watch me closely. In the past tens of thousands of years, I have never been so angry, I have never hated a life like this, you are rebellious life, you should not exist... so don't let I broke free from the shackles."

"That means your end...is coming!"

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