Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Those Lin Jing are crazy."

Above the snowy mountains of Kazmodan, Tyrion stood in the night, overlooking the dwarf city in the distant mountains. Those bulwarks built on the periphery of the snowy mountains could see yellow fire, in the dark and cold night, Like a torch lit up in the snowy mountains.

Ironforge, the city of dwarf bronze bears, and one of the most important cities in the history of dwarves, is the center of those short civilizations. The surging undead hands.

But the King of Dark Blades and their lords stood on the battlefield where the next war was about to erupt. They were talking about things thousands of miles away. The assassin crow leaning on a cedar tree said in his sharp voice:

"The forest spirits set off an unprecedented massacre in Stranglethorn Vale, and within three days, the trolls and goblins who died in their hands exceeded 10,000... They almost killed all the activities in the southern Stranglethorn Vale Humanoid creature, Your Majesty, I now seriously doubt that those elves can control those Lin Jing who have begun to indulge themselves... You also know that Lin Jing is a creature with wisdom but lack of reason. Crazy."

"Why control?"

Tyrion asked quietly:

"Is the life and death of trolls and goblins important to me? Trolls are difficult to be transformed into the warriors I need, and goblins, they are not warriors at all, meaningless things, why should I pay attention to them? "

"The town of Yeshi is connected to the Valley of Stranglethorn. I think Mr. Crow is worried about the order of the Defias Federal District, which was finally stabilized."

Yrel answered:

"Once the crazy Lin Jing rushes into the Twilight Forest uncontrollably, it will definitely affect your planning."

"They won't."

Tyrion flicked his finger:

"The seed of Draenor knows what his runaway creation means to it. It is very smart. You must have confidence in it. And it is not a bad thing for the forest spirits to wreak havoc in Stranglethorn Vale. Those hidden The guy who hides his head in the jungle will definitely show his feet under such pressure. This is what I want. For some things, I don’t want to wait any longer."

"Too many problems, too little time...It's a shame."

Between the words, the King of Dark Blades seemed to have lost interest in the night scene of Kazmodan before him. He looked back and looked at the silent Death Lord Roglio behind him, he asked:

"I want to know your progress."

Silent Rogge nodded stiffly. The death knight who almost never took off his helmet said:

"The B company is already in place, Glokus went to Grimbato himself, and Commander Rumi’s fleet was hidden in the reef of the wetlands, and the 2 legions were arranged in the barren land, by Saurfang and Salem Special command, the last is the frontal battlefield, and the battlefield with the smallest number of people...after all, we will not attack from the front, only to lure the enemy."

"need a few days?"

Tyrion asked frankly, Roglio's finger jumped a bit, and he signed a number:

"At most a week!"

He paused, glanced at Tyrion’s expression, and said softly:

"At that time, as long as you give orders, the entire Kazmodan will become the cruelest battlefield, and the dwarves will also know that their turtle shells cannot protect them."

Tyrion nodded, as if satisfied with the arrangement. Finally, he glanced back at the direction northwest of Kazmodan and asked again:

"What about Ella?"

"She went to New Craftsman Town, and she would be solely responsible for the dwarf problem."

Yrel responded:

"But I don't really understand. Your Majesty, the gnome is not suitable to be a warrior, and their character is very weird. Why should you pay so much attention to those short ghosts?"

"It's simple, my Yrel, magic, light, and even evil energy, these energies are majestic and powerful, but they are destined to belong to only a few people, and they are not worth relying on."

Tyrion smiled in the dark:

"But in the hands of the gnome, the power that has been neglected in this world is mastered, and in my eyes, that is the real power worth relying on. Draenei once had this collective power. Unfortunately, you fell to the individual It’s such a pity."

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The real situation in the Valley of Strangles, far away from thousands of miles, is actually more terrible than the few understatements of the crow.

On both sides of the road from Southern Stranglethorn to Northern Stranglethorn, there are now crazed black vines, which are covered with fierce barbs, and under some new vines, there is still no complete plant The "digested" corpse, this terrible scene has spread to the treasure bay of Northern Stranglethorn, which makes those businessmen hiding in the goblin city frightened.

Although for some reason, the red-eyed Lin Jing have not rushed into the North Stranglethorn, but in the coastal area of ​​the North Stranglethorn, the oil pumps that are running day and night have been quietly shut down by the goblins.

And according to the rumored news in the Gulf of Treasures, these oil pumps will soon be installed and sent to Kalimdor. It is said that because of this, the rich man Rivigarz has already lost his temper for a whole day, but also not Knowing why, he finally chose to give in to those Lin Jing.

"The trolls are running away! Patriarch, we should take advantage of the chase!"

Elder Lin Jing wiped the blood stains on his wooden spear, and in the spirit of contact, he suggested to the harvest witch Ort, who closed his eyes and rested in the forest, "We can activate more forests, we can even Unleash the worms! Let the villains who destroy nature have no way to escape!"

"Do not!"

Ort rejected the suggestion. When there was no killing, the harvest wizard’s expression was very peaceful, just like the old priests who preached the Holy Light. He opened his eyes and prayed to nature sincerely. After washing in the river not far away, after picking some wild fruits, he said to Elder Lin Jing:

"You are already immersed in killing. You have forgotten the doctrine of the wither. Violence is not the end, but the means. The balance between life and death cannot be destroyed. If you cannot control your desire to kill, then I will get rid of it myself. You! Because your excessive killing is destroying this balance!"

"The lives of trolls and goblins are ugly, but they are also part of the cycle. Even if the forest itself is too lush, there will always be a fire falling from the sky, let the cycle resume again!"

The harvest witch Ort took a deep breath and said compassionately:

"Remember! We who maintain balance cannot be misled by personal emotions. Balance and balance are the most important. The punishment has been given and there are enough people to die. Starting today, those captured prisoners cannot be killed. , We have to teach them the true meaning of balance, we have to absorb them...let them be our members."

Elder Lin Jing was somewhat reluctant, but he thought of the natural will heard in the holy land of Draenor. The stubborn but simple leader Lin Jing finally nodded his head. The countless failures in the past have taught Lin Refinement, in the truly great undertaking of remaking the world with the power of plants, we must learn to be patient.

Elder Lin Jing, whose entire body is composed of plants, sat on the ground, listening to Druid say something about natural balance, and soon he was completely immersed in it, but this calm did not last long. The young Lin Jing who was hurriedly riding the wild velociraptor came to interrupt.

The young Lin Jing, who had just been spawned from the forest of Stranglethorn, could not speak common language. He could only use gestures and spiritual links to describe what he had just discovered to his elders.

After listening to Elder Lin Jing, he was also very shocked. He hurriedly reported to the Harvest Wizard:

"My tribe found a city in the deepest valley of the forest! A city of trolls...a huge, stone city like the dark temple, located at the foot of the mountain, filled with trolls!"

"Ok?"

The high-level Druid who had traveled the world frowned. He thought of some legends of the trolls. After a while, he stood up and followed Lin Jing quickly to the south that had been occupied by most of the withers. Deep in Stranglethorn Vale.

In ancient times, when the world was not divided, the most intelligent and powerful Zandalari trolls among the trolls ruled most of the world. The ancient troll empire was very powerful, and its strength was far beyond In any race and civilization in the world at present, this troll empire has defeated the powerful Yakimite empire head-on, and completely defeated that terrible empire.

The Qiraji who lost their helmets and gave up their armour when the night elves played 1000 years ago are only one-third of the remaining civilization of the Yakimite empire. And the most terrible thing is that even such night elves are currently Ai In the world of Zelas, the most powerful mortal force... no one.

It can be seen from this point that in fact, the seemingly gorgeous magic civilization on Azeroth has been going downhill... this civilization has not only become stronger with the passage of time, but on the contrary, its overall strength It has been declining in time, but the superb fantasy and magnificence have covered up this cruel fact.

The once Zandalari troll empire’s **** of the world declared its weakness after the destruction of the Yakimite empire. Until the world was divided 10,000 years ago, the cities of the Zandalari troll empire established around the world As a result, they lost contact with the empire headquarters. In the ten thousand years, although the Zandalari trolls still tried to contact them, the geographical divisions allowed these cities to escape the rule of the empire without incident.

Zul'Gurub in Stranglethorn Vale is such a city. It was once the pearl of the Zandalari Empire, but now it is ruled by the Gurubashi trolls and has become the last refuge of the barbaric troll tribes in Stranglethorn Vale Place.

"Those tree people, those plants, they are trying to surround us, they must kill us all!"

The blood lord Mandokir of the troll city Zul'Gurub rides on his blood-red velociraptor, and he looks out to the forest outside Zul'Gurub, the forest that was originally requested by the troll is no longer the Once so calm, with the arrival of the fugitives, a horrible news spread in this splendid ancient city.

Plants have souls, and they begin to take revenge on those who have hurt them, and now, the huge shadows moving in the shadows in the jungle prove this ridiculous rumor, but as a hereditary nobleman of Zulgrabri, blood The lord did not believe that these forests were "lived" by himself. There must be a force behind them driving them.

"What was the result of the discussions of the priests?"

The blood lord looked at the guards around him, and the tall troll reached out and stroked his wooden mask, which was covered with the fighting oil of the Gurubashi trolls, and he said to his lord with a loud voice:

"Yekrik the priest said to summon the midnight lord and let the power of Bat Loa defend Zul'Gurub, but they were abused by other priests. They quarreled and won the chance to fight for Loa of their faith... The sacrifices are decreasing every year, and I don’t see the possibility of their unity... But the magician Jindu made another suggestion... Those...haka!"

"Kindo, that guy really has contact with the exiled Khalika lunatics."

The blood lord Mandokir sneered a few times. He glanced back somewhat lazily at the increasingly sneaky forest. He drove the raptor to turn away from the city wall:

"It doesn't matter. When the destruction comes to our heads, the priests can always come up with a way. If they can't take it out, everyone will die together in Zul'Gurub, which is not impossible."

"Lord, there is bad news."

The troll guard behind the blood lord glanced at the lord's expression, and then he said:

"Senkin took his clan and secretly left Zul'Gurub this afternoon. He said that there is no hope for Stranglethorn Vale, and Bang Sandy guided him to his new home in his dream."

"Dark Spear?"

The blood lord shook his figure, and after a while, his voice said dryly:

"Even the dark spear that has always been full of affection for his hometown left us at this time? And Bangsandi, how do I not know that the believers of the death of Loa, after many years of disappearance, have appeared again?"

"Uh, Lord, in fact, there are many fugitives in Zulgraburi who have turned their faith to Bang Sandy...and, and most of them have signed a soul contract with Bang Sandy."

The troll guard hesitated for a moment, and dared not take out the emblem of Loa in his hand, but in fact, he himself, a few days ago, presented to the death god, Bunsandi, who was suddenly active when the disaster came. Your own loyalty and sacrifice.

"So, Bunsandi has the ability to help them through this disaster?"

The blood lord suddenly asked, startled the troll guard, and a moment later, the loyal guard whispered:

"The priests of Bangsandi promised those believers that as long as offering sacrifices and loyalty to the **** of death, the spreading shadows would not devour their souls... he also said, also said... Zul'Gurub The end of the evil **** is coming, and Haka will soon be drowned in his own blood."

"Aha."

There was a hint of play in the eyes of the blood lord:

"The Grim Reaper, which has long been forgotten by us, suddenly became active. He also guested a prophet at this time, haha, this thing is getting more and more fun."

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