Azeroth’s Death Track

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The secret son buried in the city was activated as if to signal a war.

When Nefarian's deep roar covered with frost tears through the night of Stormwind City, the undead surrounded by the stormy city walls also began to attack the city.

In the dark night, the pair of soul fires with pale light made the soldiers guarding the wall seem to see the messenger of the end. The moment the skeleton began to climb the wall, the artillery arranged above the gate The fire broke out, and the thunderous shelling completely guided this noisy night into madness.

Commanding the siege is the great lich Khadgar, who uses a cruel wit and the simple and direct way of thinking unique to the wizards to command the dark-edged legion, unlike Tyrion who likes to do a lot of "useless things." Since Khadgar promised to capture Stormwind for the King of Blades, at the beginning of the siege, he directly used Dark Blade's most powerful war weapon.

Colossus!

Although the heavy sunlight behind the colossus cannot be activated in the dark, the colossus with its powerful destructive power is an excellent siege weapon.

The walls of Stormwind City are 6 meters high, three layers of reinforced masonry are painted white, and blue flags flutter above the outposts of the city walls. From a distance, this is a male mainland city, but it is a giant statue of Gorlon When they were being manipulated close to the wall, the soldiers guarding the wall saw desperately that these monsters driven by the undead, flesh and steel, when standing up, were actually much higher than the wall. .

They stood on the black sentry post and raised their heads to see the ugly face of the Goron colossus, the one-eyed eye with blood red light, and the tight eye, as tall as an adult.

"Aoao"

These predators at the top of the Draenor world food chain roared, venting the pain and anger of death on the wall in front of them. The colossus waved sturdy, steel arms and claws, like angry children Like a toy, he swept the soldiers who tried to fight back against the wall into the sky, and then clenched his fists, smashing it hard against the strong wall in front of him.

"Wow"

The low sound of the impact shook the ground of half of Stormwind City. The soldiers on the city wall panicked to avoid the fist like a shell fell. They ordered the artillery that had not been destroyed under the command of the roaring old marshal. Aiming at Goron's head, igniting the fire rope, and in the sound of the cannon popping out, the old marshal Wen De Sole leaned on his epee and stared at the crazy Goron in front of him.

"boom"

The scorching shell hit the ugly head of Goron accurately. The ignited gunpowder exploded inside, just like a firework in the dark night. The skull of Goron that was hit made a low sound, and it shook Falling on the ground, the entire face was torn apart by the explosion, and it looked terrifying, but before the cheers of the human guards cheered, Gron had trembling and crawled up again.

Even the pale bones can be seen in the wounds blown out of its cheeks, and even the ugly eyes were also injured, but it seemed like it could not feel the pain at all, between the burst of death energy, this attack The city behemoth waved his fists, a death sweep came on the wall in front of him, and threw the soldiers together with the artillery that had been gathered down the wall.

Marshal Windsor, who was lying on the ground, looked back. The soldiers' bodies were struggling weakly in the air, and then fell to the ground behind them, falling apart. This scene made the old Marshal's heart tragic and abnormal.

He turned back and straightened his body against the rampant walls of the Gorons. His long white hair was dancing in the night sky full of smoke and blood. He couldn’t figure out why he vowed to guard the country to suffer such doom. They and These undeads have no injustice or hatred at all!

A flame of no name burned in the heart of the Marshal, making the soldier who had entered the twilight years even breathe heavily in the battlefield of hell. He raised his two-handed sword, the **** blade He reflected his eyes, and in this war-filled night, Windsor saw his ending.

"For the empire!"

He roared, like he was when he was young, like when he was killing the orcs in the burning plains, blood was surging in his veins, and he had to vent this helpless pain.

He jumped from the wall that was about to be destroyed. In the burning of anger, he waved his two-handed sword and poured all his strength into this blow, just like the sword of sanctions that fell from the sky. The sharp epee was pierced precisely into the eye socket of Gron in front of him.

The sharp blade pierced the blood-red one-eyed, like a red-hot needle, pierced straight into the brain of the giant beast, cutting off all its remaining thinking and wisdom.

"Oh!"

Even the dead beast, who suffered such a fatal injury, would feel pain in the weak soul. This head of Gron suddenly went mad, and his fist wrapped in steel danced wildly in the air, and Wen Marshal De Sol is like falling leaves in the wind, clutching the long sword in his hand, and trying to keep himself from being thrown out by the giant's counterattack.

At the moment when the behemoth fell to the ground, the old marshal let go of his hands and jumped to the ground, but behind him, the dead Goron's final counterattack, the steel-encased fist waved in the air and hit the air old man Marshal, being hit in the back with great force made Windsor like a stone thrown away, and was severely smashed into the darkness in the distance.

"boom"

He struck a long fall and hit a tree trunk in the forest outside Stormwind City. He fell to the ground. He tried hard to get up, but his spine was crushed and he completely lost control of his body.

The veteran was lying in the cold night, letting the blood flow out of the wound. The picture in front of him had become dim and dim. He knew that he was almost there.

And in the night around him, there are endless undead beings. The old marshal can see that among the awakened walking corpses, there are also some corpses wearing the military uniforms of Stormwind City, which is on the East Valley battlefield The dead soldiers, they also joined this dead march.

Behind him, the towering, sturdy walls were already overwhelmed by the heavy attack of the Gorons. The masonry fell and the cracks were overgrown. Perhaps the next moment, which can protect the city walls will be killed by the dead. The irresistible force they brought was completely destroyed.

Then...then he devoted his life and all his kingdom to it, and will be completely buried by history in a ruin of silence.

"Cough."

The old marshal coughed hard. He propped up his body with painful arms and leaned himself against the **** tree trunk. He tried to calm himself down to meet the imminent death.

The undead around found the living creature. They approached him, and the old marshal reached out subconsciously and touched his waist, but there was no longer a weapon to defend himself.

"Retreat!"

A cold voice rang in the dark night, and the undead around them gave way obediently. Windsor raised his head and saw the orc death lord carrying the black battle axe strode toward him.

The death knight in black armor and skull shoulders stood in front of him, reaching for his horned helmet and exposing the face familiar to Windsor.

"Ha, Saurfang!"

The old marshal gave a hard smile in pain. His blood was stained with his beard, lips, and teeth, making his smile look a little grim:

"Are you here to laugh at me? You are defeated!"

"At the order of His Majesty, I have come to find you specifically, Marshal Windsor."

Saurfang didn't have much emotion in his eyes. In the Orc War, the two men fought more than once, each with their own victory and defeat. They were considered real old opponents. He looked at the veterans who were struggling to clenched their fists in front of him. Instead, he stretched out his hands and carried this old, inactive opponent on his shoulders in the struggle of Windsor.

In the silent gaze of the undead, the death lord strode out of the battlefield carrying the old marshal, he said softly:

"You should go home, Reginald Windsor."

And at the moment when Marshal’s breathing finally stopped, the storm city wall behind him, completely collapsed under the bombardment of the dead Gorons, but the human defenders were still struggling in the masonry ruins, using all methods Trying to block the undead from the nest.

Like the flames in the tide wash, even if it is fleeting, it also proves that the lifeless bricks are not as strong as the warriors.

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"Ao"

The frost dragon transformed by Tyrion soared in the sky of Stormwind City. Under its raging, half of the city's buildings have been covered by the cold frost, and those civilians who failed to escape are also lucky. In this deadly low temperature, their departure did not feel much pain.

And the black dragons who temporarily reached a cooperation intention with the royal family of Stormwind City carried the big knight Fording and his Paladins, and in the sky struggled to contain the more powerful Nefarian and the skeleton dragons after death, in order to come Ensure the evacuation of civilians to the port.

But the ship was not enough, not enough to send all the civilians out of this **** that will be overwhelmed by the undead, even if the emperor Lothar personally took the last soldier in the storm city business district and the dead souls that swept into the city, they could not change this. The inevitable ending of this city.

Tyrion did not recklessly launch a general attack. He was like a hardworking spider. Before the actual battle, he used a conspiracy and sneaky movements to compile a death net for Stormwind and cut it with a deadly knife. Before going down, the destiny of Stormwind City was actually arranged clearly.

But such a strategy cannot be used many times. If the disaster of Stormwind City is ahead, the human nations of Northern Xinjiang will inevitably become very vigilant, which means that in the future conquest, it may be more than an inch. An inch of blood on the earth is dead.

In this respect, undead undead occupy an absolute advantage.

"Take them away!"

The storm stronghold has not recovered from the last attack of the Archbishop Twilight. Some broken bricks made the king’s palace somewhat bleak, and at this time, when the city was facing life and death, Storm City ruled The 23-year-old King Varian Wrynn is sitting on his throne.

He wore the armor inherited by the King of Stormwind, which was interwoven with black and blue, and the mighty armor of the black lion's head was dotted on his shoulders. He leaned on a two-handed sword and was the most loyal royal housekeeper in front of him Will Benton and the royal guards who vowed to be loyal to the king.

And in the arms of the housekeeper, the 2-year-old little prince Anduin. Wrynn slept sweetly in his baby, even on this night of destruction, there seemed to be nothing to stop the little prince’s dream, but beside the housekeeper, It was a mobile bed with the unconscious Queen Tiffany, the love of His Majesty Varian's life.

The king sitting on the throne looked at his son and wife with a delicate eye that could not be let go. He stood up and reached over to take the little prince. At this moment, the young king's face was full of tenderness. He leaned over the prince's He kissed on the forehead and then kissed the unconscious queen.

At the next moment, the king gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and handed the prince to the loyal butler, and said to him:

"Weir, I must send my son and wife to Lordaeron safely... to King Terenas, who used to raise me up like a father. I believe that in the teaching of King Terenas Next, my son will also become a really good king."

"But Your Majesty! Let's go with us. The people need your guidance, and Prince Anduin also needs his father to accompany him, not here... meaningless battle!"

The old housekeeper's tears flowed, and the guardian beside the king whispered begging King Varian to leave.

But the young king had made up his mind. He listened to the sound of the night outside the fortress. It was the sound of war. He took a deep breath and put the lion's helmet on his head. He said violently:

"I have decided that I will coexist and die with this city... this is the king's mission and responsibility! Go, take away my last worries, and make me full of courage, and face the coming of death with no regrets. "

The king turned around and looked at his throne. Behind him, the stewards and guards finally turned away to protect the blood of the Wrynn family. It was the loyalty engraved in the bones of all the servants loyal to the royal family.

But just a moment later, the sound of the bed moving on the ground sounded again, and the young king frowned, and he turned around and scolded:

"I order you..."

Behind the king, holding the little prince, Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn, who was pushing the queen's bed, looked at Varian, who was swearing to fight in front of him with interest. Behind him, there were still fierce blood footprints, From the entrance of the storm stronghold, extend to the King's Hall.

The loyal royal guards roared at the sudden appearance of the King of Dark Blades, but the dark red energy of death rose under their feet like black and red lightning, strangling their necks and lifting their suffocating bodies Xiang mid-air, let them struggle in the face of death.

In this dead king's hall, the King of Dark Blade and the King of Wrynn stared at each other. He stroked the hair of the sleeping little prince in his arms. He asked softly:

"Who do you want to order? My little king..."

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