Azeroth’s Death Track

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Twilight's Hammer, this is a secret organization born in recent years.

In the dark world of Azeroth, Twilight's Hammer is developing very quickly. It is like a lot of poorly managed and chaotic second-rate organizations. It will refuse to all the people who come here, regardless of whether you were before Whatever the status, criminals, villains, and even the most scumbag, they also welcome you to join their big family.

No one knows where the headquarters of Twilight's Hammer is, and no one knows who is the leader of this organization. They seem to be everywhere, and there are their contacts in any chaotic place. These guys have the end of the world warning in their mouths. In order to frighten those honest people with exaggerated and imaginary hell, in order to spread their twisted beliefs, in short, this is an evil organization.

And in one of the most chaotic areas of the eastern continent, the Black Stone Tower and the Black Stone Abyss, they are also indispensable, and the most terrible thing is that these cultists seem to have reached some strange things with the Black Iron Emperor Thorison According to the agreement, the emperor allowed them to live and preach in the Blackrock Depths, and according to some legends in the gossip, the reason why the Black Iron Dwarves can quickly re-call the Phantom of the Flame Lord is to get the help of Twilight's Hammer.

There are rumors that you can’t believe it, but the hole can’t come to the wind. In short, the mysterious Twilight Hammer has become a noble force among the black iron dwarves. In the dark furnace city that suppresses darkness, there is a lot of black every day. Iron dwarves, with this and other purposes, joined this awful organization.

"Twilight's whisper sounded in the ears of every ignorant person. As long as you sincerely dedicate everything to your unnamed master, you can share this gift with other brothers."

In one of the dark stone chambers of the Blackrock Depths, members of the Twilight's Hammer gathered here to listen to the "evangelism" from the Twilight Special Envoy Ms. Gerstahn, who said in a mysterious, sneaky voice, With some weird words, under her artificial voice, there was a trace of impatience.

The so-called Twilight Special Envoy herself was one of the well-known thief leaders in Alterac 3 months ago. At that time, she commanded a dozen people under her command and mixed up in the chaotic Alterac , The day was unhappy, but just after the reconstruction of the Arazor Empire, the Countess Presto dedicated the entire kingdom to the imperial royal family as the direct king. As a result, Losa commanded the powerful knights. Within a month, the thieves and robbers of all sizes will be wiped out.

Under the rule of the "Iron-fisted" emperor, Alterac quickly restored order. In order to escape the call of the gallows, Ms. Gerstahn had to flee her motherland. Under a certain chance, she joined Twilight's Hammer, but she didn't regard this organization as the destination of her life. People who live on the tip of the knife are always unwilling to be manipulated. She has been trying to use the Twilight's hammer in the name of the dark furnace. A lot of wealth was searched in the city.

"The curse of flesh and blood will eventually be dispelled, and every brother who believes in his master will be promoted perfectly in the glory of the twilight moment!"

Gerstahn’s sermon was finally over. This kind of chanting of strange poems made her sometimes feel creepy, and even more terrible, after memorizing these poems, after sleeping occasionally late at night, she was really true Some can hear some sneaky whispers, which makes Ms. Gerstahn, who has the notorious "interrogator" feel a pressure, she told herself that she can't stay in this place for a long time.

But what should be done at the moment still needs to be done. The lady sighed and walked between the believers with a priest-like and compassionate expression. Soon, she saw a head down, sitting in the crowd, trembling Believer, it should be a black iron dwarf, and it seems that it belongs to the very kind.

"Brother, tell me, did you hear that voice?"

Twilight Special Envoy crouched beside the trembling dwarf and asked in his softest voice:

"Tell other people that you heard the voice of the master! Tell them the gift of that whisper."

The dwarf shivering all over his body raised his head, but what came to Gestern's eyes was a pair of off-white, emotionless eyes. The former thief felt a threat, and she stood up quickly, trying to retreat, but it was too late. The dead dwarf took a bottle filled with green viscous liquid from his arms, raised it in his hand, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I heard it! From His Majesty's voice, His Majesty Your Majesty allowed me to be a special envoy and let me inform you before the end..."

"boom"

The Necromancer threw the bottle in his hand to the ground. At the next moment, the green liquid rippling in the bottle was exposed to the air, and then quickly swayed. The moment the green mist enveloped the entire room, the undead The dwarf's twisted voice also sounded in the ears of desperate Gerstahn:

"Your Majesty said... Hell, hell's door, opened!"

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"Cough"

In the Eastern Barracks of the Dark Furnace, the dark iron defending general Angefu struggled to support his body with a long sword. He staggered staggering in the room full of green gas. He was a powerful warrior, so it suddenly broke out here. In the disaster, he insisted longer than those soldiers, but this did not seem to be happiness.

This only means that he has to suffer more pain to die.

Along with the low and heavy breathing, the destructive green plague surged wildly in his body, like swallowing a sharp knife, cutting his internal organs and organs, every second will make him change To be weaker.

Angefu struggled to climb the stairs. These green gases had their own weight. They had not escaped to a higher level. He sat on the still-safe ladder. He looked at the barracks below with his eyes blindly. There were 700 people. Among the elite soldiers, few people escaped. Those painful bodies were lying on the ground in a row, some people buckled their necks before death, and some could not bear the pain. They chose with weapons. Self-defeating.

"My God! My god! The King of Flames is on..."

General Angefu was blind, the disaster came too fast, and there were no signs of it. The soldier who was mixed in the barracks smashed the bottle in his hand when everyone was drunk, in the Darkhearted City In a scorching environment, the liquid evaporates at a rapid rate, and before reacting, it floods everyone like a tide of fear.

General Angefu has never seen such a terrible poison, and the killing power it imparts is incredible...

"Your Majesty, I have to inform, Your Majesty..."

The general who was extremely loyal to the black iron emperor Thorison struggled to prop up his body and walked towards the exit of the barracks. He lifted his long sword and severely cut the chain-making mechanism. The door of the hall opened, and a scorching wind blew across his black cheeks, allowing the general who was hurt by the poison to breathe the familiar air again.

But before he could take another breath, a black battle axe was hit by the head. The black iron dwarf, with his superb combat instinct, used a long sword in his hand to block the blow, but the battle axe carried 'S terrible power is like throwing a ball, throwing his short body to the back.

"boom"

The general smashed against the wall, and then rolled down to the ground in embarrassment. His weak body could no longer withstand this blow. He opened his mouth and a burst of blood mixed with green liquid spewed out.

Anger raised his head hard, and saw a tall figure in black armor carrying a battle axe into the hall. The diffuse green mist wrapped around his body, but it seemed that there was no way to hurt him. It's an orc... a tall orc with green eyes, but the cold temperament wrapped around him doesn't look like an ordinary orc.

"boom"

Glokush's boots stepped on General Black Iron's chest. He looked down at the dwarf with no emotion in his eyes, and only a touch of indifference shone:

"Sorry, but this is a personal grudge."

Glokush said, the next moment, in the desperate eyes of Angfer, the battle axe shining with the necrotic rune was screaming and cut, accompanied by the pain of convulsions, the tide of darkness in front of him turned this loyal black The iron dwarf drowned completely.

The death lord was like doing a trivial thing. He reached out and wiped the blood from the blade of the battle axe on the body of Angfer, and then looked around. There were no more soldiers alive in this barracks. Too.

"Although the process is not very glorious, you, you are the soldiers we really need."

Glokus grunted, took some material from the rucksack behind him, and began to lay out the call circle. The corpses killed by the plague were basically complete, eliminating the need to recuperate the body, and now he had to do Is to drag the souls of these black iron dwarves from the abyss of hell.

At the same time, in the dark furnace city full of wailing and screaming, Tyrion and Myra walked silently on the road to the Throne Hall, behind the two, but wherever there was the military power of the Dark Iron Dwarf Already filled by the plague produced by Khadgar, the frightened black iron civilians are running wildly on the road of the Dark Furnace, just like a group of panicked beasts.

Tyrion did not desperately spread the plague to civilian areas, because civilians were not the soldiers he needed, and the large forging equipment of Dark Furnace City also needed some living people to maintain. The most important thing was to take over at the Thorium Brotherhood. After the Dark Furnace City, these black iron civilians will become his "people".

In the creed of the Dark Blade Knights, life and death are a complete cycle, as the leader Tyrion is not willing to take the initiative to break it.

"Glockush went to the Eastern Barracks and Lumi went to the Western Barracks. Soon, we will have a dwarf army."

Myra whispered to Tyrion:

"The Thorium Brotherhood has set up a containment point in the Dark Iron Bar. They promised us that they would remove the faithful believers of the Flame Lord, leaving only the unfaithful Dark Iron Dwarves, but I am curious that those who were excluded How will the civilians be treated?"

There was a cold flash in the blood-red eyes of the blood lord:

"Do you want to kill all?"

"That's too wasteful, Myra."

Tyrion shook his head. He looked at the road leading to the Throne Hall with a kind of scrutiny. This is a bridge built on the scorching magma. In the center of the bridge, there is an old forging platform. It is said that it is black. Iron dwarf treasures, many famous armor and weapons are made on this forging table.

When the two people approached the forging platform, the magic of protection was activated, and a huge, irritable fire element appeared in front of the two people, but they had not waited for the servant of the Flame Demon King to call out the slogan of blasting the sky. Tyrion waved his hand, and the heavy and fierce blast of wind, with extreme cold, hit the fire element in front of him with the attitude of storm gathering.

The irresistible force forcibly extinguished the flaming body of the fire element. It made a wailing sound, and the flaming red body was frozen by the ice, like a work of art full of contradictions.

"Darkblade needs to develop and grow, our soldiers will be more and more, armor, weapons, more advanced war modes, these require enough steel to achieve, and Blackrock Mountain is a very rich mineral production area... Those fanatics are thrown into the mine."

The King of Dark Blades waved his hand. He casually said:

"Work until death, or give up faith, but maybe the faith of the Flame Lord will give them the possibility of "redemption" in extreme pain. Oh, in short, I am looking forward to seeing that scene."

Myra shrugged:

"But the character of the Dark Iron Dwarves determines that they will not be good slaves..."

This sentence made Tirion turn around in confusion, and he looked at Myra:

"Wait, in your perception, are there any slaves that are not submissive?"

This rhetorical question made Myra speechless, but he also understood the meaning of Tyrion... his cousin had been immersed in the darkness for too long, when Aurelia was not with him , The side of his ruthlessness will always be clear.

"boom"

In front of the two people, a closed door was pushed open frantically, and the blood-covered interrogator Gerstahn struggled to climb out of the green misty hell, and she gave a night-laughing laughter that escaped from the dead She turned hard and lay on the ground breathing heavily, but when she turned her head, she saw Terion who was standing beside her and looked at her calmly.

The King of Dark Blades squatted down, stroking Gestarn's pale and painful face, and taking off the emblem representing the Twilight's Hammer on her neck. Tyrion asked to shake his head and said to Myra behind:

"Look, the Twilight's Hammer is also taking root here, this city has not been saved..."

Talking, his finger touched Gerstn's neck. The deathly cold caused the interrogator to tremble, and she begged for mercy:

"No! Please, let me go! Please..."

"Why refuse?"

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Tyrion’s mouth. He whispered into the interrogator’s ear:

"Isn't this the end you have been waiting for? The Twilight Judgment you want, don't worry... I will realize it bit by bit for you. Now, let's go on the road safely, the lunatic of Twilight's Hammer."

"Click"

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