Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tirisfal, the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, is also one of the rich plains of northern Xinjiang.

The Tirisfal Mountains at the edge of the area separate the land of northern Xinjiang from the icy North Sea. This mountain range is regarded as the extension of the Alterac Mountains in the northwest, but the environment inside the mountains is far less than Alterac The mountains are so glorious, in fact, in this marginal area, there are still many stories related to dark creatures.

Even in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the area of ​​the Tirisfal Mountains is an absolute "barren" land, and it is ruled by the Aman Sagade family, who manages some towns at the foot of the mountain. It can also be regarded as one of the real power nobles of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, of course, there is no way to compare with the big noble Mograine family.

A town dubbed "Aman Sagard Mill" is the closest foothold to the remote mountainous area of ​​Tirisfal. It was so remote that even the orcs attacked Lordaeron, the residents who lived here were not affected. And now, a special adventure team is here.

It was an adventurous team led by a spirited old man. There were a few brave young men. The most peculiar thing was that there was a blonde kid following them. very curious.

"Okay, this is the last supply point we can find before entering the mountain."

Lothar stood at the entrance of the village. Some children hid behind the fence and watched them secretly. The old marshal did not care, but arranged his tasks to the princes behind him.

"Varian, before we set off, our water bladder must be filled with water, as well as food and supplies. This is all for you. Garin hired a guide, preferably the oldest in the deepest valley. Hunter, Drake counted our weapons. We went to the blacksmith for repairs if needed. Finally, Liam, you are responsible for taking care of our horses."

"Depart after 2 hours, rest now, children."

"no problem!"

The little king of Stormwind patted his chest, grabbed a few water sacs, and walked into the village. Wearing a small leather armor, Alsace, with a dagger, walked to Lothar and grabbed his clothes, low Asked:

"What about me? Marshal, what am I doing?"

Lothar smiled and bent down, scratching on the bridge of the nose of the 8-year-old member:

"Call me Losa or the leader, boy, your task is also very important, voila, I put our packages here, you must protect them before I come back, can you?"

"Of course! Marshal."

Little Alsace stood up and tried to make himself look more reliable, but soon he noticed his mistake and hurriedly retorted:

"Uh, I mean, you can trust me, Captain Loza!"

"I believe you."

Lothar reached out and brushed Alsace’s hair, then turned around and walked outside the village. On a hillside, he found a mage who was using magic to probe the terrain ahead...A man who looked almost as old as him The mage, dressed in a plain white robe, presumably to cover the whereabouts, did not even take the original luxurious ice stick, but replaced it with a most common pine staff.

"I heard that Dalaran was having a bad time with Lordaeron recently?"

Lothar stood behind the old mage and whispered: "I heard too much complaint from His Majesty Jean to King Terenas in Gilneas. I should say that the masters’ etiquette is better, or do you think it is actually not difficult? ?"

"So what you really want to ask is actually Dalaran's attitude on the Arazor Empire, right? Old friend."

The old mage ended his observation. He turned his head and his white beard fluttered in the wind. He looked at Lothar behind him calmly and said in a magnetic voice:

"Although Dalaran is also one of the Seven Kingdoms, the form of our existence from the moment of magic flow into human civilization was the city-state system. The mages did not care about the secular power disputes, but His Majesty Menethil has been in recent years. Trying to strengthen Lordaeron’s control of Dalaran makes me feel very sorry.”

"Free thoughts should not be bound."

The old mage shrugged:

"Before we went with you, the six-member parliament discussed this matter specifically, and the answer we gave was... we can give up the power of the elector, and if we can, we never want to mix in the power struggle within the empire, In return, Dalaran’s existing and future developments should not be constrained, nor do we hope that in the future we will become a war machine of the Arathor Empire, and all free thoughts will be erased."

Lothar nodded. He stepped forward and stood beside the old mage, looking at the dark mountains in front of him. He said softly:

"I never wanted to be a human emperor, even if I stood here, only one step away from the tokens left by my ancestors, I never thought of that luxurious crown, but I can promise you, Antonidas Old friends, everything you need will be realized in the empire. In fact, magic and faith will become the two pillars supporting the continuous advancement of the empire in the future. Your existence is very important."

"That's good."

The old mage nodded:

"Then Dalaran is also on your side. In addition, according to the directions you gave me, between the mountain streams of the mountains, I only saw a dark lake, you should not tell Me, the last tomb of your ancestors, right under the lake?"

"It's there."

Lothar nodded helplessly:

"Trust me, the Great Thoradin was not voluntarily buried there. There are darker things under the lake, which is why I invite you to come here. When we fight, please protect the prince. If there are casualties, then it will be an uncompromising disaster."

This made the Archmage frown:

"If this is the case, you should remind me when you set off, so that I can take some protective scrolls, if I rely on me alone..."

"More than you!"

Lothar took a pocket watch from his arms, looked at it in front of him, and then pointed to the sky in the distance. There, in the evening dusk, a golden spaceship slowly broke through the clouds and appeared in the two. Right now:

"I also invited the draenei prophet Velen and the Faor crown... The prophet peeked into some dark future, he was very interested in this action, while the Faorian was concerned about the future Arazor Empire Religion and beliefs have their own complete plans. Well, maybe the future empire should be called "Holy Arathor."

Looking at the exotic spacecraft that landed slowly at the edge of the forest in the distance, the Master Master's eyes flashed very interested eyes. He smiled meaningfully and said:

"It seems that you are more difficult to deal with than King Terenas imagined. In the corners he did not see, you have almost united all the forces that can be united, and he is destined to lose."

There was a tired and dull light in Lothar's eyes. He beckoned to the young people gathered behind him, and then said to the old mage:

"Trust me, if I can, I will never use this tough way, I am not willing to affect the attitude of Lordaeron, but King Terenas has not seen everything I have seen, so If he does what he wants, then...I have to do something I don’t want to do."

"So, about those orcs..."

The Archmage asked the last question, but before he finished asking, he was stopped by the old marshal.

"I did meet with a moderate orc. We talked about many things, but believe me, the outbreak of this ingenious war has nothing to do with me. You know mine, even if there is a justice and glory I will not betray the interests of the alliance for this purpose."

"But... the war between humans and orcs should be over."

Lothar, carrying his epee, walked towards the forest in the distance, and while walking, said softly:

"This senseless internal friction will sooner or later send us to hell."

"Internal friction?"

The old mage tasted this quirky term. He looked at Lothar’s back: "If I remember correctly, the orcs are invaders of another world? The last war or you personally defeated them with the warriors, you Shouldn’t we hate each other?"

This sentence made Losa stop, he looked back at Antonidas and said calmly:

"No, you don't understand it, old friend, but it doesn't matter, you will soon understand that a war with the galaxy and the worlds as the battlefield is about to open in our world, this war will completely destroy us All the stupid understanding of race and justice, by that time, you will know that all the disputes and hatreds in the current world are meaningless and shameful internal friction, there is no doubt."

"If we can get through it, we still have the right to talk about the future. If we can't get through it, then everything will rest."

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"Oh!!"

A long wolf howling back and forth between the dark silver pine forests, it was like a horn was blown, and it was like some boxes of disasters were opened. In short, the next moment, the wolves running wild in the forest Also responded with the same wolf howl.

The roars representing the wolves coming one after another, the strange shadows shining between the darkness, also made the elite soldiers of the Gilneas Gray Wolf Brigade grasp the weapons in their hands subconsciously.

If the order they had received was to destroy the wolves in the forest before they came, then now, they should know that this time the opponent they want to deal with is probably not just the cunning timber wolf.

"Hold on!"

Lord Darius Crowley, who was riding on the mighty Northland horse, wore sturdy armor, carrying a long-handled battle axe with cold light in his hand. He pulled the horse by the bridle, and the horse under the crotch smelled it. The breath of the wolves seemed somewhat panic, but the Northern Lord did not worry that he would lose, because behind him were all the troops from the entire northern Gilneas.

With more than 4,000 veterans, plus the same number of recruits, and some recruited old hunters, who is his opponent?

"Huh, it's just a group of animalized patients who have fled into the forest. The muskets in your hands can break their hearts 150 meters away, and the wolf cubs who follow them are even less afraid!"

The Northern Lord shouted to inspire his soldiers:

"Just a fire can scare them away! You can't let these animalized patients infect more people, soldiers, think about your loved ones! We can't back away!"

"Roar Roar"

The lord's words also made the tense soldiers morale high again. This is a battle in the country. As Dalius said, their relatives are behind, and they cannot and cannot retreat.

Soon, the first torch was thrown into the forest, followed by rockets that the archers shot into the forest. Soon, the scorching flame ignited the forest in front of the soldiers’ positions. They were using this method to disperse the wolves. , But just as the flames started to burn, the first huge black wolf sprang out of the flames, and it roared towards the soldiers’ position, and the flames pulled its shadow on the dark ground.

"boom"

Lord Crero ruthlessly pulled the trigger of the musket in his hand, and a blood spatter burst out on the neck of the black wolf. Its body was like a fist that could not be seen, and the whole wolf body was smashed. He stumbled out, but this was just the beginning. At the next moment, the dense pack of wolves burst out of the flames, like a black tide, rushing from all directions to the soldiers' positions.

Their green eyes gleamed in the forest and the flames, and the kind of light like the stars made the timid recruits frightened.

"Fire! Fire!"

Under the command of the commanders, the soldiers began to fight back with a musket in their hands. Because Gilneas' business was developed and the national soldiers were extremely well equipped, the weapon invented by the dwarves, the musket, has been popularized in the army.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang"

The spicy smell of gunpowder burst with the deep smoke of smoke in front of the position, blocking the first wave of wolves 150 meters away, but the wolves persevered, crazy like a higher level of existence is driving Holding them.

"Left! Left! Those veterinary patients rushed over!"

The voice of the heralding soldiers caused Lord Crowley riding on the war horse to immediately turn around and saw the tall figure rushing out of the left wing forest. The group of infected veterinary patients, they still maintain the human form, but they have generally been It turned into a monster twisted like a werewolf in a fairy tale, with hundreds of people, like a nightmare rushing forward in the dark.

And leading them to jump in the woods, rushing forward with four hoofs is a tall werewolf wearing black leather armor and a greasy helmet. Its green eyes shining a deadly light, between his hands dancing, The claws made of steel clasped on the claws, like a dagger flashing in the dark.

"Aoao! You, even challenge the Knights of Dark Blade!"

"bass"

Between the swings of his claws, the three soldiers didn't even have time to reload, and they were cut into several pieces by claws, and behind him, the wild werewolves jumped into the soldiers' position frantically, and launched a **** The massacre, the smelly blood splashed in the air, the werewolf looked at Lord Crowley with the eyes of the predator, and he grinned:

"Patient? You look at me too little, a tiny human!"

"My name Wolf, the wild shadow of Tyrion!"

"bass"

Between the words, the two soldiers who rushed to him had their heads cut off by the sharp claws. The werewolf carried the **** head and, like a demonstration, threw the two heads into the soldiers' positions.

"Oh~ I accidentally said the name of the boss..."

The tall werewolf patted his head in annoyance, but the next moment, his blood-red eyes stared at the Northern Lord again:

"It doesn't matter... as long as you are killed, no one will know..."

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