Azeroth’s Death Track

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"So, this is the war weapon I prepared for the tribe!"

Gul'dan turned his head. Behind him, the defeated and dying warrior was carried down. He looked at the chiefs who were quite disdainful to him. He proudly said:

"This is only the weakest one, but it can easily defeat the elite warrior of Kukaron, and the scepter is not a weapon he is good at. In order not to kill the tribe's warriors, I did not allow him to use the best bow and arrow, Otherwise, the battle will end sooner, and it will be less ornamental!"

"Our warrior slashed for 5 minutes, even his armor could not be hacked, and he only counterattacked twice, and the Warriors almost died! Now, tell me!"

Gul'dan's voice increased at this moment, filled with a winner's taunt:

"Who would laugh at my war weapon?!"

No one answered, Tyrion’s performance was very poor, but he did win an overwhelming victory in the end, no one would deny this, but not everyone is willing to admit that his vision is wrong, such as the chief of the Dragonmaw clan Zulu Sid, in the face of Gul'dan's smugness, he sneered:

"You may have forgotten something, Gul'dan... let me remind you!"

Zuluhid glanced at the contemplative Great Chief Orgrim, who gritted his teeth and said:

"The Warchief has not allowed warlocks and shadow magic guys to exist in the Horde! But your weapon seems to be using the warlock's dirty spells! This is against the Warchief's order, what do you say?"

"Your eyes are blind!"

Gul'dan's eyes were full of ridicule, and the fangs around the corner of his mouth moved a bit, extending his fingers, and mercilessly humiliated Zuluhid who jumped out:

"Where did you see my knight using Warlock magic? Do you want to go down and check it yourself? The Chieftain’s instructions kept me in mind that the death knight is based on necromantic magic from crafting to fighting... that But the traditional magic of our orcs! Oh, sorry, I forgot..."

Gul'dan's voice became deeper and full of malice:

"How can the Dragonmaw clan who has been dealing with dirty and lowly beasts all year round understand the difference between obscure magic, I will not laugh at you for this, Zuluhed, I swear... Ha ha ha ha"

This series of insulting ridicule made Zuluhed angry, and when he was about to stand up, the chieftain squeezed his fist violently:

"Okay! Enough is enough, don't quarrel anymore! Your endless quarrels disgust me..."

This rebuke made Zuluhid sit back in his seat obediently. The chief is not blind to the success of the death knight and Gul'dan, but the more such, the more incompetent the Dragonmaw clan.

You know, before Gul'dan began to study the death knight, the Dragonmaw clan tried to manipulate the artifacts they found in the far south of the continent, but one year has passed, and there has been no progress in the study of artifacts.

Although the warlock skull-breaker Nekrus under Zuluhide used this artifact named "Dragon Soul" to control the Red Dragon Queen who came to investigate, he could not directly order the Red Dragons to obey his Evil commands.

This means that the year-long efforts of the Dragonmaw clan ended in failure. The most terrible thing is that against the success of Gul'dan's success, this failure is like a loud slap, leaving him with only the face left. All were beaten.

But at this moment, no one will pay attention to a loser.

"Master Dahl, in your eyes, this... well, death knight, is it valuable?"

Chief Chief Orgrim looked at the Fireblade Juggernaut next to him. The martial art old orc touched his white beard and pondered for a moment. Eventually, he nodded:

"Their defensive power and weird spell attacks are indeed amazing. If they really have super resistance to human magic according to Gul'dan, then there is no doubt that these 20 death knights can fight in the final battle. It is used as an ambush. According to past experience, humans always like to use the mage together. Once the death knight can break through the mage's position..."

A hint of fine flash flashed in the sword saint's eyes:

"Even in just a few minutes, I will be able to bring the bladed swordsmen and defeat them completely! But to achieve this, the number of death knights may need more."

"I see."

The Chief Chief nodded. He turned his head to look at Gul'dan, his eyes stern and distrustful, but in the end, he still issued a new order:

"Gul'dan, you have reached your promise, and I will also fulfill my promise... I allow you to recall part of the souls of the orc warriors, but the number cannot exceed 200. This kind of death knight exists for our orcs. Faith is a challenge. After this decisive battle, I don’t want to see the death knight still exist. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Well, I understand, Chief Chief."

Gul'dan lowered his head, a trace of taunt and disdain flashed in his eyes:

"Their existence is for us to break through the positions of human casters. After victory, I promise that they will disappear as if they never existed..."

Gul'dan's obedience satisfied Orgrimmar. The chieftain patted his hand, stood up, and said to the chieftains behind him:

"Everyone is here, so I will talk about the trend of the next stage of the war."

"We want to attack the human army from the front and the back. The front battlefield is led by me. The rear battlefield borrows the name of the aid troll and enters Quel'Thalas in batches. I don't want to waste it on the elves' land because of the troll. Too much power! Remember this!"

"Gul'dan, your raiding clan, and Twilight's Hammer, and Zuluhid's Dragonmaw clan, will join the team going to Quel'Thalas, you will gather there and wait for my command, Prepare to respond to the battlefield ahead! Kilrogg, I want your blood ring clan to wipe out the entire wetland in the shortest time and open a path for the tribal army!"

"Arrogant humans thought that we would forcibly break through the Saldo Bridge and fight with them in the Arathi Highlands, who are entrenched. They made a wrong calculation! The wetland fleet is about to be completed, and we will rush into the sea from the sea. Ryder Hills...Pierced their hearts like a sharp knife! But before our victory, the Bloodring Clan and the Black-toothed Scarlet Clan must drag down the human army in Arathi Highlands!"

"This will be a raid battle in the annals of history! Everyone, do you understand?!"

"Observe! Great Chief!"

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On the other side, Tyrion was brought into the hall of the death knight by Taron Gore, which was renamed and changed his name. The other 18 death knights are all human bodies like Talon Gore. The soul of the orcs, they were all famous warlocks, and they were no strangers to fighting knights.

In addition, there are four remaining old orc psychics in this hall, as well as their apprentices.

The cunning Gul'dan has his own information channel. Chief Chief Orgrim wants to conceal the fact that the tribe has no reinforcements, but he can't hide Gul'dan. He has expected that the chief will let him make more death knights.

Therefore, a few days ago, the pure blood orcs who did not drink the blood of the demon and had the magical talent were gathered here as apprentices of psychics.

The necromancer is an ancient profession of orcs. The remaining four necromancers have their own insistence. The orcs who drink the blood of the devil are regarded as blasphemy by them. They are unwilling to impart the secret necromantic magic to these orcs.

Gul'dan can certainly kill them, but the psychic master is also proficient in soul magic. He can't enslave the psychic master like other souls. He can only follow the meaning of these four old orcs.

Of course, with Gul'dan's insidious character, after the death knight army was completed, these four old orcs would die... this is almost beyond doubt.

"Come on! Drink blood, brother!"

Taron. Goblin patted Tyrion’s trembling body. He pointed at the brown-skinned pure-blood orcs in front of him with a strange voice and whispered:

"Their blood is pure... Drink it and satisfy your twisted hunger!"

Tyrion’s body shook, he was already dizzy with the hunger and torment that rose inside, but he instinctively wanted to refuse, Talon. The blood devil smiled and put a sharp sword into his palm , Pushed a hand from behind.

The next moment, Terion, who could no longer bear the pain of his soul, stepped forward, grabbed a panicked orc, and pressed him against the wall behind him.

"puff"

The long sword passed through the chest. At the moment when Tyrion’s blade was drawn from the wound, the warm blood splashed in the air, and the blood was suspended in the sky under the manipulation of the last trace of death energy in Tyrion’s body. It's like a series of crystal gems.

He didn’t bite with his teeth. It was the act of a beast. Even after death, some of the elves’ habits were still stubbornly retained on Tyrion’s body. He stretched out his trembling hand and put the blood on the palm of his hand. , Into the mouth.

Pure blood ran in his mouth, like drinking the most delicious wine, and also completely opened the door to taboo.

"Uh"

More blood beads were sent into the elf's mouth, and dazzling blood stains appeared from the corners of his mouth, making this still handsome, but already covered by death face even more dire.

The kind of hunger rising from the soul was slightly satisfied, but the next moment, it roared in Tyrion's body. It was like a greedy and hungry beast, it was craving more!

With the blood entering the body, the emptiness in the body was filled, and the already dried energy of death was filled up again quickly. The eyes of Tyrion, who had fallen into the thirst for bloodthirsty, showed a **** light, and he looked down at his feet. The young orc on the verge of dying, his fingers tickled in the air.

At the next moment, the full of death energy was operated by the magical structure of the magician "soul absorption", and landed on the body of the young orc, making him jump on the ground like a dying fish, but This cannot prevent the advent of doom.

"Uh"

The warm blood in his body was drawn from the wound like a snake, divided into three in the air, and swirled into the hands of Tyrion until the last trace of blood from the young orc was drawn cleanly. The orc has completely lost his life, and the dead body makes people feel creepy.

Tyrion placed the blood ball in front of his eyes, and a trace of pain and disgust flashed through his ice-blue pupil, but in the end, he reached out to break it up, shrouded in the air in front of his eyes like a red blood mist , The death knight who no longer needs to breathe took a deep breath, drawing all the blood-red mist into his body.

"Well"

He closed his eyes and gave a moan of satisfaction, even the pale cheeks swelled with a hint of red, but soon became pale again, like a real corpse.

This scene caused other death knights to put down their work. They were all powerful warlocks, but the special form of magic used by Tyrion was never seen before. They asked Talon Gorefiend, the latter told everyone else what happened in the arena.

In the low-key discussions of other warlocks, Talon Gorefiend stepped forward and patted Tyrion's shoulder.

On his strange human face, there was a playful smile:

"Really, I think the evil name of Gorefiend is more suitable for you, brother!"

Faced with this familiar conversation, Tyrion did not intend to ignore it, but after a while, he said softly in a hoarse voice:

"thank you."

"Um? Why thank me? We are already brothers, aren't we?"

A false smile appeared on the face of Taron Gorefiend, and at this moment, the obscure consciousness sounded in his mind, his face became a little uglier, and he turned his head and tilted his head to Tyrion:

"Let’s go, we will only give Mr. Gul'dan a command high and low, let me teach you more warlock spells, he is very optimistic about you, but believe me, this may not be a good thing."

"But I can feel that you have a kind of aversion to the greedy Gul'dan, so coincidence, me too! We may be able to be true "friends!"

Taron Gorefid turned and left, and Tyrion followed him. Before leaving the hall, he looked back at the dry corpse behind him, and he clenched his fists.

"Although the apology seems hypocritical, but...maybe I should say sorry, the nameless victim..."

His figure turned to the front and eventually disappeared into the darkness. The question of self sounded in his heart, echoing like Huang Zhongda Lu:

"Just as irresistible as death, what kind of monster will I be?"

"Oh... I'm really curious."

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