Azeroth’s Death Track

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"A group of insatiable mobs! Lowly maggots! Disgusting mice!"

The chubby Soma sat in his carriage and cursed the workers who kept him in trouble.

The Brotherhood of Stonemason’s marches in Stormwind City became more and more frequent, especially three days ago, the countess of the Presto family went to the city planning office to talk to the chief of the workers, and a large nobleman stood openly On the worker's side, the news suddenly gave the workers more confidence.

And Sir Soma was also very clear, because the scandal of unpaid wages, the civilians of the entire Elvin Forest were very sympathetic to the encounter of the Brotherhood of Stonemason. Everyone thought that after completing the royal entrustment and building the magnificent Stormwind City The stonemasons deserved their rewards.

This also made the situation of Sir Soma more and more difficult, and yesterday, the high-powered Duke of Berval appeared in the city hall, with a scolding tone that ordered Sir Soma must appease the workers as quickly as possible. Let the jazz be roasted on the fire.

A year ago, the united nobles took the contract of the Brotherhood of Stonemasonry from the royal family with great enthusiasm. At that time, everyone did not realize that this thing that should enhance the status of the major families would cause trouble. Now this level.

It is true that these naive little nobles wrongly evaluated the terrible manpower and material resources of a large project, but on the other hand, Sir Soma has always believed that this was actually thrown by the royal family in order to cast a heavy burden. The bait, and himself and his friends, are the victims of stupid swallowing poisonous bait!

"I shouldn't have taken this hot potato in the first place!"

Sir Soma whispered and complained that his family was the home of the nobles that inherited the Storm Kingdom for 200 years. In front of him, it was also the backbone of the Kingdom, inherited to the generation of Sir Soma, and the chubby jazz wanted to continue to rebuild Storm City The opportunity to climb to a higher position in one fell swoop, but stepped on the air, now watching the entire Soma family, will be defeated in his hands.

So even if he didn't want to, he had to whisper down to the Countess Presto's mansion today and ask the Countess who had the wealth of a country to reach out for help.

Although Caterina dedicated Alterac to the empire as the king and ruler of the emperor, as the lord who originally had inheritance rights, she could collect 5% of Alterac’s tax every year as his emperor’s pension, This was an unimaginable fortune for ordinary people, and before the mysterious Lord Prestor disappeared, it also left a rich legacy for her.

So now guess the amount of wealth of this young and beautiful gold countess has become the entertainment that mainstream nobles will play in their leisure time. At first, there were many overconfident nobles trying to hook up with this countess, but Soon, the scandal of the Countess Katarina and the Duke of Boval suddenly caused all the mad bees and waves to disappear suddenly. At least in the Kingdom of Storms, no one would provoke a top power because of the desire of the lower body.

You need to know that in the storm city of today, Duke Boval Fortagan is in the background, but there is the name of "Regent".

"Please follow me, Sir Soma."

The head maid, Palina, who has just joined the Presto family, leads the way with a superficial respect, but an inner but cold attitude, and Sir Soma can feel the one in the eyes of the former royal maid. He hated it, which made him feel humiliated, but now he was stronger than others, and he heard that the maidservant was very trusted by the countess, so he could only bear the humiliation.

And for the first time to come to the residence of the Countess Catalina, the mansion given by Her Majesty Varian has been decorated anew, and the coat of arms representing the Presto family is hung on the wall, and the floor tiles are wiped It looks like a mirror, and there is a luxurious carpet. Sir Soma can see at a glance that this carpet is from the hands of the high elves and is already considered a true work of art.

On the eaves, large red silk hangs on both sides, together with the elaborately carved sacred glass of the Holy Light scripture story, this hall is like a real palace.

It seems that the rumor that the countess is rich and enemies is not groundless.

"Come in, the hostess is waiting for you."

The maid chief took the jazz to a parlor on the second floor and turned to do his own thing. Sir Soma went to the dressing mirror, straightened his clothes, took out his handkerchief, and wiped his forehead. The sweat on the door opened the door.

At a glance, he saw the countess reading by the fireplace in the living room with a completely different decoration style. Sitting in a velvet chair, the background is just like a picture scroll, but there is more than a countess in the house.

In front of Sir Soma, there was a tall man in a black dress, strong and exuding a sturdy air. Those cold eyes were like steel knives. Even a glance would make Jazz feel When I was shocked, there was another elf standing beside the countess, looking very old, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Jazz can always smell a firework smell from this elf.

"Ms. Catalina, I'm in a hurry to disturb. I'm here today to request..."

The jazz spoke in a humble tone, but before he finished, he looked up and saw the eyes of the countess, the eyes that were supposed to be black, with yellow snake eyes shining, like some kind of ...Like some more terrifying behemoth.

Sir Soma's cold hair fell, and he stepped back subconsciously, just wanting to scream, but a special force emanated from those eyes, and soon, the fat jazz's spirit became chaotic.

"Do you want to ask for help? You can... but you remember, Soma, the majesty of the royal family is not to be blasphemy! Now that the empire was built, any citizen should dedicate his strength to the image of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Instead of discrediting the image of the country because of selfishness!"

The countess said in a charming and hoarse voice:

"For those rebels who rebel against the authority of the king, you, as the Kingdom Lord, should shoulder your own sacred mission... don’t compromise with them, civilians should naturally obey the leadership of the nobility, remember, you are serving the king, you want Be tough!"

Confused light shone in Sir Soma's eyes. His will was falling a little bit. His fragile mind could not resist the intrusion of an adult black dragon. The remaining reason made him difficult to say:

"But...but they will resist...bleed, things will get worse...King, the king will not stand by our side, he...he is too kind..."

"No need to worry about this, Sir Soma, you just need to know that you are loyal to His Majesty the King."

The Countess Caterina reached out and brushed her long, soft black hair. She said softly:

"The king will see your loyalty, will see your sacrifice, and by that time, he will know who is the person he is worth relying on, and who is his true enemy... you will be a great person, Guardian of the King! I believe, and I have seen that future!"

"Go, Sir Soma, do what you are supposed to do, Your Majesty the King will eventually be on your side."

The sensible light in Sir Soma's eyes completely disappeared. He nodded, and his fat face seemed to be shrouded in a sacred mission. He said in a deep voice:

"The mob's rebellion is doomed not to succeed! I will protect my country and protect my king! Even if I give everything!"

"very good..."

The eyes of the Countess Caterina slowly turned back to her black pupils. She shook the bell. The loyal maid quickly appeared at the door of the reception room. The Countess said to her:

“Sir Soma has realized his policy error and he turned to me for help, so Palina, you take the jazz, take my letter and go to the bank to withdraw 50,000 gold coins. This should temporarily calm the workers’ anger. ...I hope to see this matter settled perfectly, which is the only contribution I can make to the country."

"You are so kind, mistress."

The maid took a deep breath and leaned slightly towards the countess: "Workers should thank you, you have paid too much for the end of this long farce."

"Stop complimenting me, Palina."

Caterina started reading her book again. She shook her hand and asked softly:

"I just did some trivial work."

Behind her, the maidservant quickly took Sir Soma out of the room, and after the people in the parlor closed slowly, dark shadowy bats appeared in this Gilneas-style room again. Those bats Quickly gathering together, they quickly converged into a dwarf identity. The dwarf vampire sat opposite the countess and looked at the "conscience" noble with an admiring look.

"Some trivial work? What a wonderful taunt."

Ella grinned and hugged her belly, rolling around on the expensive sofa like an actor in a comedy, but the countess did not look at her, and seemed to put all her attention on the book in front of her. .

"Are you here to laugh at me? The humble gnomes, maybe you represent a powerful force, but you are not that powerful."

Catalina said softly:

"You have to learn, humble!"

"Humility? What's that? Your Majesty Tyraine hasn't taught me what humility is!"

Ella snarled her teeth, and the sharp fangs gleamed with a strange light. She stared at Katerina and said in a deep voice:

"Gunpowder has been buried, and soon it will blow up everything. We need you to guide the kingdom nobles to put all their attention on this matter! The bigger the trouble, the better, in the shadow of the flames. Darkness is marching! Soon, soon you won’t need to hide anymore."

The figure of the gnome suddenly disappeared in place, and when she appeared again, she stood by the countess's wine cabinet. She pulled out a bottle of fine wine and looked back at Caterina:

"How powerful are Orisian and Mr. Death Bell? Are you still satisfied?"

"I really want to ask."

The countess raised her head and glanced at the silent but sturdy black bodyguard: "Mr. Death Bell is a skull dragon, and the undead dragon has been unable to transform, so how do you make it regain the ability to change? And Orixian, What did you do to him?"

"Guttering"

The gnome first filled his mouth with a sip of wine, sip his mouth, frown and taste the taste of the mouth, then threw the remaining wine into the burning fireplace in disgust, she cursed sullenly:

"Damn it! This faint taste is disgusting... Still blood is more delicious, as for what we did? It's simple!"

The figure of the gnome vampire disappeared again in the shadow, and appeared on the shoulder of Orisian. She sat there, tilting her legs and proudly said:

"Mr. Deathbell’s ability to change comes from the great lich Khadgar. That’s a magical genius. I’m not surprised that he did anything. As for the Black Dragon Warrior...we pulled out his tongue and injected it into his body. After a lot of weird potions, frankly speaking, this warrior can come out of Mr. Khadgar's experiment alive, which really surprised many people."

Ella glanced at Princess Black Dragon with a malicious look, she said softly:

"Since he shouldn’t die, let him keep alive, but I have to warn you in advance, don’t play some exciting tricks with him, in case he gets out of control, you’re done...and from you From the moment you join the Dark Blade, your body will no longer belong to you! Take good care of it, it will always be useful."

"Om"

The figure of the pygmy vampire turned into a group of little black bats, and suddenly disappeared into the shadow of the room. Until the last moment, she sounded in Onyxia's ear with a mocking voice:

"Focus on it, madam~ Your book has been knocked down, you are a terrified little pitiful~ That’s right, Your Majesty Terry Ang let me bring you some "good things" that can make your power fast Grow and induce your inner potential...this is a gift, please don’t refuse!”

The countess suddenly lowered her head. Sure enough, the book she held in her hand to hide her emotions was upside down... which made her greatly ugly, but when the eyes of the black dragon princess fell on the former black dragon warrior Orian At that time, Onixian's cold, stone-carved expression, Onyxia shivered violently.

She began to feel that it seemed that... it was not the right choice to cooperate rashly with Tyrion.

"Cough, ma'am, it's time to take the medicine."

The old and dry voice rang behind Onyxia, she looked up and saw that the bone-changing old elf walked towards her, holding a potion glowing scarlet, this strange scene made Onyxia stood up sharply, but behind her, the Black Dragon Warrior Orixian held the body of Princess Black Dragon indifferently with both hands.

"What is that? Death knell! Stay away from me, get away! I don't drink!"

"Oh, this is the potion of the Dragon King's blood, which is extremely precious. This is the remuneration paid in advance by His Majesty Tyraine. Believe me, you will not want to reject it."

"Don't come! Don't come! Um... let go of me! Orisian, I order you, let me go! Ah ah..."

"...Grunting..."

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