Azeroth’s Death Track

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"A hymn of civilization is a hymn of courage. I appreciate your courage, but you made a wrong judgment!"

On the deck of the fast-flying forbidden ship, the Prophet Velen sighed in pain: "I have advised you not to fight with the undead in the wild many times. Their numerical advantage is beyond your imagination! Staying in Stormwind City is The only way to win, but you still made this choice..."

The Prophet shook his head:

"And you, now pay the price."

In the porthole of the forbidden ship, King Varian in armor looked at the defeated battle below, and at the soldiers chased by the undead, he clenched his fists in pain, while the human emperor Emperor Losa stood On one side, he patted the young king's shoulder.

The draenei spaceship had just sent the last draenei to their new home, and after returning to Stormwind, the Prophet heard a desperate news that the nobles of Stormwind ignored his Persuasion, resolutely decided to fight against the undead in the East Valley battlefield.

Zeng personally saw how the undead had used the numerical advantage to kill the devil's prophet and saw the defeated future. At the request of the emperor Loza, who had arrived urgently, the draenei once again launched the spaceship, carrying The emperor and the king came to observe the battlefield.

At this time, the East Valley was as they expected. Under the triad of the undead, the human position has been completely submerged.

"Save them, prophet!"

Varian looked at Velen, and he begged:

"We were wrong, we underestimated the undead, but these soldiers are innocent, even if they open a path for them, I beg you!"

Velen nodded, and he was able to come here, proving that the prophet was willing to help mankind. At his signal, the other two spacecraft got out of the trajectory of the forbidden ship and fired from the air with a newly-modified cannon. The undead, difficult in the harassment of the death crows, opened a way for the defeated human army to escape.

The forbidden ship continued to move forward, and quickly came to the front of the battlefield. There are no traces of living people. There are dead souls everywhere. The rolling dark tides on the ground are dazzling, but the prophet’s His eyes narrowed at this moment.

Surrounded by the undead, he saw the familiar figure.

"Tirion! He is here!"

Along with the voice of the prophet, Lothar and Varian looked at the ground at the same time, where the king of the undead stood in the tide of the undead, and on the ground in front of him, a familiar figure was being bit by bit Death energy is intertwined, and the fire of the Holy Light on the man is still fighting back, but in the face of more and more death energy, he seems to be suffocated.

"Borval!"

Varian pulled out his weapon and rushed towards the portal, but was stopped by Lothar. The human emperor looked at Varian and said to him in a deep voice:

"You can't go! Stay here!"

After that, the human emperor withdrew the legendary weapon destroyer behind his backhand. Between the flames, Lothar quickly walked to the teleport, and the prophet followed him.

Two beams of blue light appeared on the ground in front of Tyrion. The prophet supported the shield of the Holy Light in the moment of landing. The burning light instantly burned the surrounding undead to ashes, and Luo Sa then roared, and the whole person jumped from the ground, holding a burning sword, and chopped towards the body of the king of the undead.

"clang"

The collision between the Apocalypse and the War Destroyer caused Tyrion to take a step back on the battlefield for the first time. The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked between the collision of power, and the magic blade in his hand also buzzed more violently, it felt The provocation of the weapon on the opposite side made the Apocalypse almost unbearable.

This is the first time Tyrion has played against a person who also holds a legendary weapon. Now it seems that he is not the only one who has been favored by the world.

Compared with the cruelty of the apocalypse, Rosa’s war fighters are more arrogant, just like indifferent blood warriors, never afraid to connect with enemy short soldiers.

"boom"

Lothar shook his wrist, and the burning fire on the sword wrapped around the blade, which made Lothar look like he was waving a real pillar of fire. The old face of the human emperor could not hide his arrogant fighting intentions. In those eyes, Tyrion saw a bitter hatred.

"Oh? Medivh's good friend came to me for revenge."

The King of Dark Blades gave a low laugh, his gaze passed Lothar and fell on the complex-looking Prophet Velen:

"The draenei have found a new home, which is really good news, but I am curious, where would you hide your tribe? Haha, better not Northrend..."

Hearing this, Velen’s eyes picked up, and Tyrion, who saw the scene, was like a child who stole candy, with a truly happy expression on his face:

"Ha, you personally sent your clan into hell... Listen to me, the friend you are about to meet is not as "friendly" as I am."

"Don't get entangled with him! Prophet, take Bowar away!"

Lothar held the Warrior in his hands and roared towards Tyrion. The latter also clenched the weapon. The battle between the legendary weapon and the legendary warrior let dangerous energy dissipate everywhere, the red warrior fire and darkness The red death energy is intertwined in this land, and the War Destroyer gives Losa new power, just like the noble blood of human beings has been awakened.

This kind of power allows Lothar to face the Tyranion strengthened by dragon blood, the pure power of the warrior, even stronger in destructive power.

But this level of battle can't be over in a short time. Tyrion propped up the dark green shield. He saw Velen walking towards Bowar and he burst out a short laugh.

"Leave? No, no one wants to leave today!"

"Vilun, old friend, when I knew you joined the human side, I prepared a...gift for you!"

"Wow"

With the fall of Tyrion’s voice, the magic camouflage in the forest on both sides of the battlefield was torn apart. Behind the Lich Drandon and the Lich Aru, stood tall and dead war colossus, while in The heavy sun cannon behind them had opened the focal lens, and the golden light quickly fell from the sky.

The eyes of the prophet, who had seen the power of this weapon with his own eyes, retracted at this moment, and he quickly turned back, waving his hand wildly towards the draenei forbidden ship in the sky behind him.

"Leave! Leave!"

"Hahaha, the human emperor, the Prophet of Light, will be buried here today!"

Tyrion waved the apocalypse and forced Losa back to Velen with a powerful annihilation. At the same time, the death lords hiding in the forest also rushed into the battlefield, holding a new battle axe, wearing The two orcs in the new armor surrounded Velen and Lothar from the rear.

Luminas and her husband drove the bone dragon to descend from the sky, and the lord of Delaney, Yrel, walked out of the battle behind Tirion. In the dark forest, Roglio and Serent had already picked up the war bow, and the blood mage used magic to lock the two besieged opponents, and now only one step away.

Seeing the beam of teleportation of the forbidden ship illuminating again, Tyrion's eyes became angry, because the planned space blockade never appeared.

"Kadgar! Where is your space blockade?"

Tyrion's angry voice rang in the soul of the big lich, and the next moment, the voice of the big lich responded:

"This is coming!"

"Uh"

The thick space anchor was quickly entangled in the space around the battlefield in the vibration of the cold magic power, and under the leadership of Tyrion, the dead lords broke out the most powerful fighting stance towards the surrounded Luo Sah and Velen rushed past, but just before their attack arrived, just before the space anchor completed the blockade, Losa and Velen's figure disappeared into the blue beam of light transmitted.

The heavy sunlight behind the colossus fired at this moment, and eight interlaced golden lights were entangled in a large net in the air, and the swaying forbidden ship net was in it. At this moment, the gem spacecraft was hit at least 3 rounds on its surface The crystal-clear bulkheads were all cracked, and between the black smoke, the spacecraft stumbled away from the battlefield.

"silly!"

Seeing a perfect strangulation just returned without success, the dark blade king filled with anger stepped forward, struck his hand and buckled the neck of the dying Bolvar, and lifted his body towards the spaceship. In Ann's desperate eyes, the heart of Duke Boval was pierced by the apocalypse.

It was like a banner of flesh and blood, hanging on the meniscus blade, shaking it in a demonstration.

"You left him!"

Terion’s eerie voice resounded through the sky: "Remember this scene! Little King, you left your warrior and waited until he avenged you... Don’t feel cold!"

While the other death lords looked at the rare and furious Tyrion, even the most mad Luminas had quietly hid behind Myra. Everyone felt very disappointed. This ambush could obviously achieve more grandiose It is even possible to defeat the human empire here.

But they failed. After a few minutes, accompanied by the shattering of the portal light, the figure of the big lich appeared beside the dead lords in a strange atmosphere. Khadgar looked at the others and saw that they did not return the sheath. He felt the deadly arrows in the forest behind him, and the big lich knew why.

Surrounded by death lords, Tyrion sat on a blood-stained stone with his back to the big lich and wiped the blade with the ribbon of the Duke of Bovar. His voice had never been so indifferent.

"Tell me, Khadgar, this was an accident, not something of your own... selfishness! Otherwise, I would... be disappointed."

The big lich nodded calmly, he held out his hand, and in the broken space, the assassin master Garona Harvard Olsen, who was in a comatose state, was **** by the runes and appeared in front of everyone, while the big lich lifted up While holding his hand, the death lords also saw the wound that had begun to ulcerate on his chest.

The special toxin equipped by the legendary dagger slayer is configured by Gul'dan himself. The toxin of this thing is so violent that even the undead can't resist it.

"A little accident did happen...but I will handle it."

The big lich said softly:

"For my negligence, I will also use action to show my loyalty."

"bass"

The Magic Blade Apocalypse came back into the scabbard behind Tyrion, and the King of Dark Blade stood up. When he turned around, there was no expression of indifference on his face. Instead, he had a gentle smile as always, but in those eyes Without a slight smile, he shook his hand, and the death lords quietly spread out.

The big lich could still feel the hostility of these unruly lords, and Tyrion walked over to the big lich and reached out and patted him on the shoulder:

"Accidents will always happen, I can understand, especially if there is a little entanglement between you and Ms. Garona... I won't force you to turn her into an undead, but like you said , Since you made a mistake, you have to find a way to make up."

"Three days! I will give you three days. I want to see Stormwind burning in the dark blade of anger. I want to see Wrynn's kingship collapse on this land. I want to see... That victory that should have been in my hands!"

Tyrion looked at his most powerful lich, and whispered:

"Tell me, Khadgar, tell me personally that this is the last time you let me down."

Khadgar’s silver eyes were unchanged, and he nodded like a real undead:

"Yes, this is the last time I let you down, Your Majesty! Such a situation will never happen again in the future."

"well."

Tyrion turned around, and a death raven landed beside the King of Blades. He waved his hand:

"Go do what you should do."

After everyone left, Khadgar reached out and pulled his mage hat. He turned around and looked at the half-orc assassin bound by the rune lock. There was a gentle flash in his silver eyes, although it was fleeting.

He stretched out his fingers, stroking on the unconscious Garona's face, wiped the blood from her face, and the cold frost spread quickly on the body of the Master Assassin, but just a moment, Garona was frozen in heavy She didn’t die in the ice, but her life activities were undoubtedly suppressed to the lowest point.

"This way, you won't cause me trouble anymore..."

In Khadgar's soft voice, the portal opened again, and he turned and walked into it.

No time to rest, he will be busy in the next few days.

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