Azeroth’s Death Track

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The magic wind has no sound. It blows directly at ordinary people and cannot even be noticed. It is like a wind blowing through the calm sea. It will only be like a gentle hand, rubbing each side of the coast, embracing everything that can feel it. People who can use it.

But the premise is that the magic of calm, once it becomes manic...it will be like a raging wave that swallows countless ships and life.

"call"

A brutal magic storm roared across every corner of Dalaran's teleport hall. In the reflection of the crystal lamp, every ray of light was refracted in colorful, brilliant light, just like the most beautiful blooming in the polar world Aurora, but it appeared in a problem that should not occur.

"boom"

The portal that was torn open carried a pale light, mixed with unknown and obscure forces. In the huge magical confrontation, Archmage Modra was smashed out of the portal in an embarrassed gesture. In the eyes of the panicked stationed mages, one of the six most powerful people in Dalaran, just like a warhammer slammed on the wall engraved with magic lines.

"Go! Leave this!"

Modra, who was hooded, raised her head, wiped the blood stains from the corner of her mouth, turned her head to look at the terrified stationed mages, she shouted:

"The enemy is coming!"

Her voice just fell, and in a tremendous loud noise, Archmage Ansrem was bombarded on the wall with the same gesture, the white portal in front of everyone was torn apart, and the general The unruly Archmage is now covered with blood, and there is no longer the smell of game dust. He coughs up blood and stands up with his staff.

"Unstoppable... Modra, with me, turn it off!"

"You are crazy! Antonidas and Kael'thas are still there!"

Ms. Modra screamed:

"They are still holding on, that monster...it..."

"We can't stop him!"

Ansrem turned his head and snarled towards Modra to:

"Don't you understand? We can't stop him! The monster tore the portal to the place with one hand. He used the space sign we left before. Do you know what this means? ?"

"This is a trap!"

The Archmage, who always showed nothing, dragged up his heavy body, step by step, walking forward against the magic storm, and between the shining of the seven colors, Ansrem’s blood-stained hair was blown up. He was left with **** footprints one after another. His complexion was dull, not only because of the deadly magic power that hit the body, but also because of the inner struggle and pain.

"It's a trap...it's waiting for us there, its goal is not us at all, Dalaran...it's coming to Dalaran, don't you understand? It can't pass through the violet enclave, it You can only use this stupid way to stand still."

Standing in front of the pale portal where the chaotic magic storm converged, the dazzling, scorching light scorched his body, his wounds, and he turned around, looking at Modra, despair in his eyes:

"We must close this door, and once that steel and flesh monster enters Dalaran... this is over!"

"boom"

The raging magical power broke out again at this moment, this time the magical agitation was more intense, like a shock wave rushing from the center of the circle to all directions. The moment it swept across the teleport hall, the magical power became pure coldness and darkness. , Even obscuring the light of thousands of crystal lamps.

The stationed mages were finally awakened from this terrible energy explosion. They rushed forward hurriedly to arrange the defensive enchantment, and the seven-handed will be dragged by the Archmage Ansrem who was hit by the energy impact. The mage's situation is terrible, he has fallen into a coma, a coma near death.

"Om"

The gloomy energy dissipated a little, and the moment the spar lamp re-illuminated the hall, Modra, who had gripped the staff, raised his head and saw the companion rushing back from the other side of the portal, Antonidas white His beard fluttered, beside him, Prince Kael'thas holding a flaming flaming magic sword with a deep complexion, the cold frost and the scorching flame fire ball suspended beside the two mages, like a wall , Before everyone and the city behind them.

In front of them, in front of the ripped pale space rift, the big lich Khadgar stood there. In this fierce battle of magic, the entire Grim Batol Dungeon was destroyed by a third, But as if the big lich hadn't been hurt, he still maintained his previous appearance, and he looked at the messy hall in front of him with nostalgic eyes.

"Indole"

The guardian staff with the dark red mana line touched the floor of the hall, Khadgar whispered:

"I stood on your ground...again."

"What the **** do you want? Khadgar!"

Archmage Antonidas waved his staff. As a magician with extremely profound research on teleportation and frost in the human magic world, he stared at Khadgar in front of him. He glanced at Khadgar's feet and died. Archmage Drandon, he asked in a deep voice:

"Do you want to fight against the entire Dalaran? Here? At this time?"

"Do not!"

Khadgar flicked his fingers, and the dying Drandon was grabbed from the ground by invisible magic hands. The big lich stared at the three archmage masters who could fight in front of him with silver eyes. He said softly:

"I said, except that Drandon's death is coming, I'm here, just to say hello to you..."

After that, the big lich turned around, just like he had when he came, and stepped into the pale portal behind him. Behind him, the body of Grand Master Drandon was also drawn into it. A weird voice rang in the teleport hall behind him:

"The wheel of the world has restarted, the era of life is about to come to an end, and the turbulent era of turmoil is about to start. All this, everything, including you and me, no one can escape it..."

"Kadgar!"

Prince Kael'thas stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the disappearing back of the big lich, and he shouted:

"Where is Tyrion? I want to talk to him!"

"Unfortunately, he is not here. When you are wasting your precious time, my "new friend" is already dealing with the real enemy... Kael'thas, wait for the moment to come, no need to waste time Go find him..."

"Om"

The pale portal suddenly began to rotate at this moment, and the white halo gathered slowly faded like petals in the fire, flying in this dark hall, just like the disappearance of its villain master, just like it It has never appeared. The suffocating scene seems more like a silhouette of a disaster.

But Khadgar's final voice, still clear and low, passed into Kael'thas's ears:

"Sooner or later, he will go to you."

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Stranglethorn Vale, one of the few southernmost territories of the mainland, is full of primitive forests, abundant water, endless prey, and a few fertile grounds that can be cultivated.

Civilization once took root here and grew up to a level of brilliance, but now it is ignorance and wildness that rule here.

The savage Gurubashi trolls ruled here. It was a branch of the ancient Zandalari troll empire. A few years ago, the trolls had no natural enemies in this jungle. This is their happy land, and according to those from According to the explorers and treasure hunters who were lucky enough to return to Stranglethorn Vale, in the depths of the mountains surrounded by dense forest, an ancient city full of precious stones and gold was hidden.

Zul'Gurub, the holy ancient city of Gurubashi trolls, still lives there.

But now, after the blood-ring orc settled in Stranglethorn Vale, there have been some small changes in the civilization and ecology, because the time line has changed, and the blood-ring chieftain Kilrogg, who has escaped death, has brought his own violent rage The warriors, who were also good at jungle operations, spent three years and spent a great deal of money, and they took a third of the Stranglethorn from the barbaric troll headhunters.

The moment the orcs’ farms and farms appeared in the jungle represented the remnants of another world. Those orcs who had been dominated by madness began to be accepted by this benevolent new world, especially when they passed the magic. After the difficult times of blood sequelae, the fire of the orc's civilization will soon take root in this new world.

Of course, what I am going to say today has nothing to do with these orcs and orcs, or at the moment it has nothing to do with it.

Southern Stranglethorn, Treasure Bay, the only large port in this wild mountain range, controlled by the Goblin Consortium, is the most prosperous commercial city in the southern part of the entire eastern continent.

The goblin trade prince Revi Gaz, who manages this place, is also regarded as a "big rich man". He is a typical goblin businessman. He is cunning, vicious, greedy and irrational, and has a unique vision. He was the founder of the Blackwater Pirates that rampaged across the South China Sea, but Revigarz himself has always denied this.

Standing at the highest point of the Treasure Bay every day, overlooking your own city, watching those busy merchant ships entering and leaving the harbor bring endless wealth to them, is one of the richest man’s favorite things to do, and even has been cultivated In the habit, no matter what troubles, as long as he stands there, he will feel simple and full of happiness.

But except today...

"They are coming!"

A tall, even stronger than the tallest draenei, a figure comparable to an elite demon appeared behind Revijaz. He had dark and strong skin, wearing a pirate's blouse and a waist. A two-handed sword, this thing requires a pair of strong hands for humans to hold, but for this guy, this is just a one-handed sword.

The most striking thing is this guy’s head. It’s a bull head, just like a cow head. It has the same horns, wearing a nose ring, two strands of black, whip hair on his shoulders, A black pirate captain's cap was poked on his cow's head, dotted with white feathers. It should be gorgeous, but now it has been dirty with oil and blood stains.

This is a tauren rare in the eastern continent, and even more peculiar, this is a tauren pirate! And it seems to be a pirate captain.

But at this time, this dangerous behemoth stood respectfully behind the goblin rich man with only his calf height, and whispered:

"Boss, my captain, a heavy punch, a great guy, found them overseas. I'm not sure if they came to the bay, but from the route they sailed, we need to be prepared to deal with the looting. ."

"Robbery?"

The rich man in black trousers and a white shirt, with 5 gold rings and 3 gem rings on his fingers, screamed with the unique voice of the goblin:

"Carla. Cape!"

"In! Boss!"

The black strong tauren straightened his body sharply, and then became dangerous when he heard the goblin's voice:

"I pay you 4000 gold coins every month, is it to let you tell me when I need you, that we must be ready to "respond to plunder"? Plunder? Plunder! Maggots! Disgusting! Spicy chicken! "

The goblin rich man waved his fists, and his cunning eyes were full of cruelty:

"I’m not afraid of spending money, but even if I throw the money into the water, I can hear a noise! ​​If you still want to continue your leisure time in the treasure bay, Kara, just take your people and put those maggots Get out of my city!"

"The treasure bay belongs to me! Every copper plate in this city belongs to me! Don't anyone want to take them away!"

The goblin looked at the tall tauren, and he shouted sharply:

"Understand?"

"Uh."

When the grumpy goblin had vented his anger, the seemingly thick and cunning Tauren pirate touched his head, and he said in a loud voice:

"We signed the agreement, but Rivigaz, I can fight for you even the navy of Kul Tiras, I am not afraid of Dailin's "Sea King", but this time it will not work... In our agreement, we didn’t say that I would help you deal with a group of undeads and a group of vampires... you see, I am just following the rules."

"Damn a vampire! That's just a way to deceive a fool!"

The goblin rich man took a step back in fear, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give in:

"I don't believe there are any vampires in this world! That is deceiving!"

"Om"

As soon as Revigarz's voice fell, a dark red slender figure appeared beside him. The tauren pirate pulled out his long sword, but was pressed against his neck by three sharp knife wheels from behind.

"Don't move, Maverick, your horns are beautiful, I guess you don't want to lose them, right?"

"Hey, relax, guys."

Kara. Cape is an old fur seal. He knows when to admit. He raises his hands obediently, and Nasa doesn’t look at him. She bends down and stares at the goblin rich man with blood red eyes:

"As for you...the rich man, you should believe in any legend about vampires, but our real name is not...vampires..."

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