Azeroth’s Death Track

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When Van Cliff left the town at night, it was completely in a state of ignorance.

Tyrion talked a lot with him, but he didn't remember much. This big soldier from the western wilderness learned that he would be in a state of disconnection when he knew that he would rule the entire Storm Kingdom in the future.

The King of Dark Blades doesn’t look like a joke, so Van Cliff’s mind has been echoing the scene when he was staying in the storm fortress. The king’s palace was built by himself with the workers. He knew that it was How majestic, but in his most arrogant illusions, he never thought he could sit on that throne one day.

No, not a throne... there is no king in the future country...

"What does a country without a king look like?"

Van Cliff rode on his horse, muttering to himself, imagining a scene that has never appeared in human history, but there is one thing he can be sure of.

That is the "gift" given by Tyrion, which he cannot refuse.

Van Cliff had a feeling that once he rejected the King of Blades, his ending would be... very miserable.

When leaving the twilight forest and entering the western wilderness, I looked at the dim night in front of my eyes, feeling the completely different twilight forest on the wilderness, and the cool wind blowing his face, which made Van Cliff calm down, he had to do Too many things.

"You have to distribute a reliable leader to Redridge Mountain... Alex, yes, Alex is trustworthy."

Van Cliff was thinking about the members under his command. He suddenly felt some headaches and had management experience. Only him and Alex and Hank were a few people. There are so many areas to be managed in the future. He can’t always When the rough guys who only knew about stone-cutting or fighting were appointed as mayors, Van Cliff realized that there were so few talents at hand when he really started to do big things.

"Oh, one more thing."

The leader of the Defias Brotherhood raised his head and looked at the unsettled western wilderness in the night. There was a little hesitation in his eyes. After deciding to join Tyrion’s "magnificent" plan, he had to do something. Think clearly about the people he cherishes.

Vanessa Jr., his daughter, must find an absolutely safe hiding place for Vanessa Jr. under the uncertain circumstances, and at the same time, he must also express his obedience to Tyrion. Dawnblade.

Edwin Van Cliff is not a very powerful person, but after being forced to accept a heavy and terrible responsibility and mission, he is like a real veteran, thinking about how to complete it perfectly .

What Tyrian needs is such a person, who is very subjective and motivated, and will think about how to complete the task of his subordinates.

On the other side, the disasters of Yeshi Town, Lakeside Town and Watchtower were finally informed by the king to the nobles of the kingdom. Due to the rebellion in the western wilderness, the storm city was in a state of anxiety, and it quickly entered a state of panic. In China, although the official still concealed the news from the civilians, the news will not be concealed for a long time with the upcoming conscription.

The nobles of the kingdom at the center of the storm are panicked. Even the foolishest people know that unimaginable disasters have occurred and are spreading in all directions at an extremely rapid rate.

Today, the very low-key Countess Caterina sat in her carriage, and the injury on her arm was not good. Every time she appeared, she would wear a long-sleeved black dress, and she always had an uncle Duke Val's company, after her injury, the relationship between the two has been almost completely clear.

But the countess also suffered some troubles today, some personal troubles.

"Ding"

The Earl’s carriage stopped at the door of the "pig and whistle" hotel in the old city. This old hotel is not as gorgeous as the golden roses in the business district. The staff is also in the three religions and nine streams, but it is a perfect hiding place. In the world, many criminals of the kingdom appear here in a stately manner. This is one of the places where the dark forces of the entire kingdom gather.

The Countess, escorted by two powerful guards of Kong Wu, walked all the way up to the third floor of the hotel. This floor was yesterday wrapped up by a nobleman who had a big hand, and the nobleman with a huge servant The first thing after check-in was to send someone a letter to the Countess of Catalina.

This is also the reason why the countess came here in a low profile today, and it was an invitation that she could not refuse.

"Bee"

The countess let her guard stand at the entrance of the third floor. She reached out and knocked on the door. A moment later, a dark-haired maid in a long dress opened the door for her. The maid had a cold and beautiful face, but the eyes She Tong, but exposed her identity.

The maid obediently bowed to the Countess Catalina. She greeted softly:

"I haven't seen you in a long time, Your Royal Highness. May you be well."

"Maria, get up."

Katerina hated such hypocritical greetings, she raised her hand at random, and then did not look at the maid, just like a real nobleman, wandered into this room, by the window with a gorgeous white gauze , A tall, skinny, meticulous man with white hair and combs, with his back to her.

Caterina looked at the man in front of her. A strange light flashed in her eyes. She could feel that her arrogant and dangerous brother seemed a little...not the same.

"Brother, I'm here."

The Countess Katarina whispered: "You should stay in Blackrock Mountain to be your overlord, not come to Stormwind so low-key, so I am curious, why is this all?"

Nefarian in human form didn't seem to hear his sister's question. After a few seconds, he spoke.

The voice was dry, hoarse, low, hollow, and full of a tone that made Caterina very disgusted and frightened:

"Me, I came for the mission given by His Majesty."

"His Majesty?"

Katerina tasted the word, and she felt something unknown. She subconsciously stepped back a few steps, but behind her, the undead black dragon in the form of a four-person figure appeared silently, blocking her way out.

"My sister, Your Majesty brought you his greetings."

Nefarian turned around, and there was a scar on his beautiful face that had cut through his right eye, and in his eyes, the yellow snake pupil had turned into a pale pupil, and in that pupil, still There was a hint of **** halo, and his body no longer had the temperament that was once scorched like a volcano, replaced by a cold ice, like an iceberg suspended above the sea.

It is not weaker than before, but it is more dangerous than ever...more gloomy.

"That's your majesty! Not mine!"

The black eyes of Countess Caterina also turned into yellow snake pupils, and she yelled towards her brother:

"I will not obey him! That abominable, disgusting undead! I will not obey! I will not..."

"boom"

The figure in front of Caterina suddenly disappeared at this moment. She felt the crisis and just wanted to burst out the power of the black dragon to fight against it, but the dark claw-like claws had been buckled on her slender neck. This kind of cold made Princess Black Dragon feel the shudder of her skin. Her body was like being hit by a shell, and the whole person was forced against the wall behind.

When the power of the Black Dragon Prince was slightly leaked, a humanoid depression appeared on the wall. The frost dragon of Tyrion looked at his imprisoned sister. There was no slight emotion in his pale eyes, he Said softly:

"You must be humble! Call him... Your Majesty!"

"Cough"

Onyxia struggled hard, but Nefarian, who was strengthened by death, was more powerful than before. She looked at her brother who had become unfamiliar. There was a trace of pain and taunt in her eyes. She said hardly:

"When...when the proud King of Blackstone...becomes the undead...dog legs!"

"No, you don't understand, my sister."

"boom"

Onyxia was brutally dropped on the ground by Nefarian. Prince Black Dragon moved his wrist and looked at Onyxia calmly. He said in a deep voice:

"This is a supreme gift. In the power and freedom given by His Majesty, in the shadow raised by His Majesty, the Black Dragon will get rid of all the shackles of the past, and we will regain the sky. Those who have chased us and have been hostile to us Yes, the ones who have vowed to destroy us... will be stepped on by us! Sacrifice, sacrifice is the basis of victory, and our sacrifice will win the future for the Black Dragon!"

"I... is a martyr!"

Nefarian stepped back a few steps and sat in a chair. He crossed his fingers and looked at his sister:

"I sacrificed myself, and I got freedom for you... Leave here, Onyxia, go wherever you want, Stormwind City is about to be destroyed in the frost of Death Frost, you should not accompany it Disappeared together in history."

"Are you here to tell me this?"

Onyxia rubbed her neck. On the white neck, severe frostbite had appeared. She looked at her brother and she asked:

"You don't want to kill me? Dedicate me to your new owner?"

"leave."

Nefarian closed his eyes like a sculpture. He said like a dream:

"Before I change my mind, leave, Mary and her fellow compatriots will leave with you, from today on... Onyxia, you, you will become the Queen of Black Dragons, dormant, waiting for us to You tear open the night and wait for the dawn to come."

Onyxia was stunned and listened to her brother's madness. She even forgot to get up, until the black dragon maid stepped forward and lifted the new queen, she didn't recover, she looked at Nefarian, she Screaming:

"You're crazy! Haven't you always wanted to be the king of the black dragon? Why should you give up? Why should you give me this mission?"

"Because you live to represent hope, Her Majesty."

The black dragon maid Maria pulled Onyxia to the door of the room, she said softly:

"His Royal Highness Nefarian has made a decision, they have made sacrifices... they sacrificed themselves and bought us tomorrow. Your majesty, you should mature, your brother never wanted to hurt you, He loves you more than anyone and is willing to give everything for you and his race...Of course, this sacrifice is not voluntary...but it has already happened."

"We can only...accept."

"boom"

Behind the Countess Catalina, the door was quietly closed, and in front of her eyes, more than 30 black-haired and black-eyed humanoid black dragons dressed in servants' clothes, carrying their salutes, these men, women and children were wearing Puri on their chests. The coat of arms of the Stowe family still has fear and indignation on their faces, but their presence here means they have accepted their future.

"Our tribe...remaining, is there so little left?"

Caterina looked back at the maid Maria, who nodded sadly: "The ones who are still alive are left."

Looking at the obedient people in front of her, Katerina felt a little dizzy. Her brother wasn’t talking about it. He was playing really, and the Black Dragon Princess also got the throne of the queen she had been expecting, but at this moment, she Without even a hint of excitement and rejoicing, she looked back at the closed door behind her, and she only felt...stunned.

"What is his plan?"

The Countess Katrina asked, "What are they going to do with Stormwind?"

The black dragon maid pursed her lips, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes. She whispered:

"Complete destruction... nothing more."

"what!"

The countess rubbed her forehead with a headache, and she waved hard to the new maid behind:

"Send these people to my mansion, give them food and rest, Palina will help you, and then invite the Duke of Berval to the storm fortress, and the Bishop of Chaldeans...Quick!"

The Countess of Catalina Prestor has never regarded the survival of the Storm Kingdom as her duty, but now, in the face of the vague warning of the undead spirits and her brother, the Countess realized that the remaining Black Dragon wanted to To continue to hide, there is no better place than the Kingdom of Stormwind.

What she is about to try hard is not to inspire the confrontation of the country’s squirting arms, but for the first time trying to use her own strength to save the kingdom system, at least let most people survive to maintain the kingdom and her built lair complete.

See, at the moment when the flag of war was raised in the true cold darkness, the original justice and evil had to work together to protect themselves... Weakness is so ironic.

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