Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the dark basement of the lakeside town tavern, the once B company hero Keeshan turned into a drunk, ignoring the hardship of the mayor and Major Danfoss, he had been fed up with war, and he had been heartbroken by the people’s indifference. .

"Don't drink it! You are so shit, don't drink any more!"

"boom"

The angry major stepped forward, grabbed the bottle in Keeshan's hand, and smashed it **** the ground. The smell of poor quality ale immediately filled the bad place, and Keeshan just watched Danfoss. At first glance, some impatiently put the coins in his pocket, he picked up a worn red headband, and stood up and left.

"Don't force me to beat you, Danfoss, get away! Don't disturb me again."

"You are not like this, you shouldn't be like this! Kee Shane, you weren't like this when you were driving us to the Orc position in the Burning Plains, everyone is missing you, bastard!"

The major grabbed Kee Shan's arm and shouted loudly:

"Menason, Karakel and I come to the lakeside town every year to commemorate you, bastard. There is no bones in the cemetery, but we think a hero is buried there, look at you now, look at how you are now, Are you worthy of us? Are you worthy of the brothers who died in the Burning Plains? Company B was disbanded! Because we do not want others to lead us! Asshole, you are our head!"

"I'm not!"

Keeshan shook Danfoss' hand away. He took a step back and looked at his comrades in the past. He mocked and said:

"Look at me now, I'm wearing like a rat sleeping in the sewer! What did the war give me? I have killed more orcs than those **** have seen, but how did they treat me? Tell me, Danfoss , Do you think I should bear all this?"

"On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, I managed 50 people, drove tanks, rode war horses, drank the best rum, was responsible for weapons and equipment of more than 100,000 gold coins, but during my difficult escape from that **** At that time, I couldn't even find a job to support my family! They called me a coward, and the people I vowed to protect were slobbering at me! Am I a coward? Danfoss, am I a coward?"

"you are not!"

The major said hardly:

"Everyone who has heard the story of B Company knows that you are not a coward. I know that group of people broke your heart, but now it’s not time to say this, the undead are coming! Kee Shane, more terrible than the orcs The enemy is coming, Nelson is dead, the veteran who taught you bow and archery personally is dead, his body is cut to pieces by the death knight, we need you."

Danfoss clenched his fists:

"Forget the fools who taunt you, don’t stand up and fight, the undead will turn the place where you and I grew up into hell, and you should go back to the battlefield! Asshole, I know you have been these years It’s hard work, you’re tired and painful, but that doesn’t mean that each of us has a smooth life!”

"Oh, whatever you want."

Keeshan continued to walk outward, but his fists were clenched tightly, and behind him, the major took a deep breath and shouted at him:

"Did you know? At that time, you were pretty good. At least at that time, you still have a soul... I will give you one last chance. The brother who was born and died with you will step into the battlefield. Maybe this is our last meeting. Do you want to leave? Abandon us? Abandon those brothers who have always trusted you and are willing to block the knife for you?"

"I..."

Keeshan stood at the entrance of the basement, his voice hoarse:

"I need a reason to stay, can you give me?"

"Reason? I will give you a reason!"

The major smashed his left fist on the breastplate and made a low sound. He looked at Kee Shan, and he said in a deep voice:

"veteran!"

Kee Shan turned back slowly, looking at his comrades in arms, he also clenched his left fist and put it on his chest:

"Always loyal!"

"Well, B company's slogan, it seems that you haven't forgotten."

Mayor Solomon, watching all this, smiled:

"So, soldier John J. Keeshan, are you going back to the battlefield?"

Keeshan glanced at the mayor of the old town. He whispered as he wore his worn red headband around his forehead.

"I am not here to protect the dross that has broken my heart. I am just fulfilling my oath when I joined the army. That's all. And this is the last time. After that, I have nothing to do with you. Now I need my war bow, my tactical dagger, and a big meal that will keep me alive...Finally, Danfoss!"

"Observe!"

The major stood up subconsciously, just like a soldier who received orders.

"I remember that there were still steam tanks that used to beat the orcs in the stone castle... General Gore may have forgotten me, but it doesn't matter, I need two steam tanks, that's it."

"Uh, I just heard someone say to eat a big meal..."

The last neglected guy, the big man who was knocked out by Kee Shan, shook his head and climbed up. He looked at Kee Shan:

"Would you like to invite me to a big meal?"

"Hey, Grand Count."

Keeshan, who was reborn, walked to the knocked-out boxer and reached out to him:

"I remember the last time you said that you admired the heroes of Company B. You used to want to be a soldier, but you were brushed off by a stupid recruiter because of a tattoo? It doesn’t matter...Now, the Grand Count of Pvt. , Are you willing to join me on the battlefield?"

"Your fist is heavy, jerk."

Tall, the boxer nicknamed "Big Earl" was picked up by Kee Shane. He patted the dust on his body and looked at the veteran in front of him:

"You are stronger than me, so I am willing to follow you, boss... but now I am very hungry."

"Swoosh"

Keeshan whistled and looked back at the mayor:

"So a big meal, for two people! You pay for it, Lord Mayor."

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"So, that **** from Keeshan is back? When we need him most?"

General Gore, ready-to-go in the stone castle, rode on the warhorse and looked at the letter from the messenger. He frowned and wrote his name on the combat command:

"I gave him the tank he wanted. I still remember when I was fighting the orcs, this lunatic would not do anything, only kill the orcs...I hope he is as powerful as he is now to kill the undead."

"Major Menason, Karakell and Captain Jorgensen Cavaliers. You used to be Keeshan's subordinates. Now, I will transfer you back to him and give you 2,500 people!"

The general looked at the mage, warrior and paladin in front of him. He touched his beard and said in a deep voice:

"The frontline of the Molten Trail is handed over to you, and I will take the remaining soldiers to set up a defense line in the lakeside town...don't let me down, the heroes of company B!"

"Observe!"

The three commanders glanced at each other. After the general left the stone fort with the soldiers, two steam tanks filled with oil and filled with bullets and shells threw out of the stone fort.

These steel chariots were the weapons that the dwarves of Ironforge supported for humans during the Second Orc War. Of course, except for veterans, recruits could not play this kind of baby that required certain skills to manipulate.

By the time the steam tanks thundered to the molten trail at the junction of Redridge Mountains and the Burning Plains, the war there had already begun.

Under the leadership of the death knights, the endless black undead, like the unstoppable black tide, flowed from the barren land of the burning plain towards the direction of the Red Ridge Mountains. The narrow path of molten fire has been piled up by the undead infantry Be strict.

On the other side of the trail, on the human position, naked and naked, Keeshan wildly commanded the soldiers to take out left and right, and he himself was holding a blue steel bow, like the most cold-blooded and precise war weapon. In the same way, every shot will knock down a subordinate knight from the battle immediately.

Arrows infiltrated by holy water have a great lethal effect on the undead. Although this kind of injury through the body is not enough to kill the lower knights, it can make them feel pain, and the necromancers commanded by the lower knights will also So disturbed.

In the melee between the living and the dead, the front-line fighters did not attack according to Keeshan’s requirements, but instead held an oversized shield and formed a tortoise formation in front of the front line to block the undead infantry from the position. In the rear, the fighters armed with muskets fired wildly. They were not as good as Keeshan’s shooting, but the burst of muskets sounded one after another, plus the engineering grenade that was thrown out from time to time, can always blow down those. Fragile undead infantry.

Just like a boulder before the tide, no matter how turbulent the black tide is, at least before the exploding strategic supplies are used, Keeshan does not need to worry that this front will be broken, and serves as a garrison for the black stone orcs. , Red Ridge Mountains never lack these explosives.

"Boom Bang"

The familiar sound of the steam tank made Keeshan turn around, and he saw the old comrade who was standing above the tank and waving at him. The mage Menadson was standing on the steam tank that was slowly moving forward, waving his staff, and the next moment, A cold snowstorm surged above the undead tide.

The frost, snow and cold air from the sky delayed the movement of the undead, and Keeshan took some veterans to the edge of the tank. He jumped up in two steps and gripped the steam continuous fire machine gun above the steam tank. Two times, he skillfully attached the bullet to the weapon.

"Hey, Karakell, I know you are driving the tank!"

Keeshan used the steel plate that kicked the tank and shouted with pride: "B company! Get together! Jorgensen, let your knights follow us! We will take back the Molten Trail!"

The captain of the paladin rode on the war horse, brandished his long sword, and raised his hand to the old comrades. More than 20 paladins followed behind him. In the horrified shout of the princess of the pawns, the steam tank that was slowly advancing seemed to be found. After the soul, in the harsh roar of the super-powered engine, this steel behemoth seemed to be angry, and madly opened the undead in front of him, like a sharp sword, and pulled a gully in the tide. .

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Kishan, who was operating a continuous-fire machine gun, pulled the trigger, and the crazy-inclined gunpowder bullets formed a shining band of light in front of the muzzle, like the sharpest sickle, bringing all the undead where the tank went. It broke into pieces.

And his high shouts were like dubbing machine guns.

The tank roared, the bullets swept, and the Paladins were filled with the power of the light. In the crazy shouts of Keeshan, the entire human position was driven, and under the guidance of two steam tanks, the entire human position was moving towards Hundreds of times the undead legion launched a counterattack.

And standing on the tank, sweeping behind the enemy's Keeshan's hair, the worn red headband fluttered, and his eyes were shining with substantial anger. At this moment, Keeshan's violent rage, he enjoyed In the battle at this time, this veteran veteran seemed like a fish, like returning to the most familiar battlefield.

He is enjoying war, and although he says he hates war, he is enjoying it! He is enjoying the destruction and death brought by his own... many people are not afraid of death, what really scares them is survival...difficult survival.

War also changes the soldiers, so that even after the war is over, they cannot forget the misery. When they return home, they find that the home is gone, everything has changed, maybe...maybe they changed themselves.

The scorching wind blew on Keeshan's face, and the rotten blood of the undead made him sick, but looking at the broken bodies of the undead behind him, a strange eerie delight flashed in Keeshan's eyes.

"This kind of wind gives me the feeling of war! This is the real life!"

"Bros!"

With the help of the Grand Count, Keeshan hit another box on the hot machine gun's socket. While waiting for the weapon to cool down, he grabbed the war bow at hand and majesticly pulled the bow string over the tank. He shouted loudly:

"Let's, today...let's kill!"

Behind him, the morale of the human soldiers responded with the sound of their weapons striking the shield. The Paladins sang the hymn on the battlefield. At this moment, the undead that rushed towards them constantly seemed not to Terrible again.

"Who is that? We don't seem to have seen him. He shouldn't be a small person... He reminds me of the humans who dedicated themselves to the mission in the burning plain."

At the end of the front line, Tyrion rode on the war horse. He curiously looked at the fragmented human soldiers who were attacked by the undead in front of the front line. He looked curiously at the tank standing naked with his upper body like real A human warrior like the **** of killing, he said softly to Khadgar behind him:

"But it doesn't matter, seeing his heroic fighting, I have begun to like him."

"Yeah, who doesn't like the Warriors?"

The big lich folded the book in his hand. He raised his head, glanced at Kee Shan's direction, and responded softly to:

"There is no doubt that he is the kind you need...Warriors."

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