Azeroth’s Death Track

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Thorison laughed aloud. He smashed the hammer in his hand on the ground. He said violently:

"My wife Moira, she still has my son in her belly, she is now in Ironforge, I don’t know what order Tyrion gave you, but I can probably guess, I want it very simple ...Let her go! Send her safely to Yingchao Mountain, as long as you nod, 30 black iron drilling rigs will temporarily lend you!"

Thorison was wearing a full-face helmet, and he couldn't see even a slight expression, but Glokush could still feel the anxiety and longing of the black iron dwarf in front of him. For the dead, this was already very much Extreme emotions.

But the orc did not immediately agree, but instead asked:

"You should know that even if you do not come to me, I will not kill women and children at will...Your Majesty does not like that kind of meaningless killing."

"Don't mention Tyrion!"

Thorison’s tone was full of disgust:

"I don't trust that bastard!"

"Then trust me?"

Glokus grunted: "You know, more people died in my hands than in Tyrion..."

"I trust you, because I have heard the conversation between your son and your son in the ruins of the Blackstone Tower... Red. Blackhand, the **** chief, was sent back to Draenor by you, and his The paralyzed brother...you are like me, but you are like me, there are things that matter, you and I have soft corners in my heart, but the other people...Bah, they don’t!"

Thorison waved the Warhammer anxiously, and he stared at Glokus:

"I don't want my moira to live in Tyrion's gaze. Their mother and son should be free. I have paid the price! So, do you agree?"

"Actually, in fact, every death lord has a soft corner in his heart, including Tyrion... You just didn’t see it, Sorison, I will promise you, but I also hope... This system loses confidence. You must know that Tyrion’s choice of death lord is not just about strength."

"I don't care! I don't want to serve him!"

Thorison turned away with a grin, his roaring voice echoed in the darkness:

"You helped me, you are my friend, but you remember, Glokus, I am one of you, that's right, but never expect me to help others...if there is a chance , I will take you to die together!"

The old orc frowned as he looked at Thorison’s departure, but soon his face was restored to his previous indifference. He turned his head to look at the passages quickly widened by Gron and the orcs behind him. Say:

"You don't understand yet, but it doesn't matter, one day, you will understand."

"The strongest hope will always be born in the darkest despair, our cause...justice."

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"The dwarf's steam tank unit is the vanguard! I took the human knight from the left to outflank, the elf rangers do the maneuvering power. In addition, Master Romans, at the necessary moment, I need you to use a neat and large teleportation technology to put We sent into the enemy...base camp."

While arranging armor and weapons, Danas said to the commanders around him:

"This is not suicide. The soldiers who escaped from Stormwind City gave us new tactical ideas. Today's battle is used to verify this idea, than the number of people? We must fall into the wind, but we and the undead The difference is that we will think, and those subordinate undead will not, they are like manipulated puppets!"

"Uh"

The sharp sword cut through the air and made a whistling sound. Danus raised his head and looked at the snow in the sky of the distant valley. He took a deep breath, and in the cold environment, the white mist drifted in the air. With.

"Cut off the brain that commands them, and they will fall into chaos...that's our chance!"

"Well, the typical beheading tactics are indeed very suitable in this case."

Elf Archmage Romance reached out and plucked his long hair. The robe he wore was like a blaze of phoenix against the white snow. He leaned on the magnificent staff in his hand and clicked on Danas Nodded:

"Of course, I will act with you. In addition, I want to know, who will be the sharp knife that stabbed into the heart of the undead?"

"I!"

A low voice rang behind everyone, and King Magni turned around and saw a tall knight walking out of the barracks behind him, wearing silver-white armor, carrying a heavy, blessed by the Holy Light Warhammer, with a full-cover helmet, can see a pair of blue eyes suggested between the Y-shaped helmet cracks.

As he progressed, the rune of the Holy Light jumped on his armor, showing the Paladin's strong affinity with the Holy Light.

When he saw him, King Magni exclaimed:

"The forge is on! Dassohan, why are you here?"

"And me, brother."

In the barracks behind the first Grand Knight Saidan Dasshan, a fully armed short man jumped out. He was wearing bronze armor, holding a warhammer and battle axe, and a golden beard, which was very iron. The most capable dwarf warrior in Furnace... the younger brother of King Magni, Muradin. Bronzebeard.

"Sorry we are hiding you, Your Majesty."

The knight said to everyone in a low voice:

"The disaster in Stormwind has taught us a lot of things. No one knows if there are spies serving the undead in Ironforge. Those who are dissatisfied with the existing order will always be attracted by pure maliciousness, so we must Act low-key."

Everyone nodded their heads and expressed their understanding. Everyone in the Kingdom of Stormwind knows well. Most of the reason is because the incoming undead are really powerful, but the other half is because the Tyrion prepared in advance in Stormwind City. Too many nets, in fact, the night that the city broke was just the last blow, and the camel of the Storm Kingdom had already been overwhelmed by the endless conspiracy of Tyrion before the attack.

"Dassohan and I, with the Paladin of the Silver Hand, will follow General Darnas to perform a beheading tactic."

Muradin placed his heavy battle axe on the table in front of him, drew out a hip flask, poured wine into his mouth, wiped his beard, and said boldly:

"No matter who is hiding in that fortress, we will kill him mercilessly, daring to covet our Ironforge, we will inevitably have to pay the price!"

"Good talk, brother!"

The dwarf king looked at the commanders full of warfare in front of him. In the camp of the dwarf town Karanos, he looked back at the iron fortress like a silent giant in the snowy mountains. The most powerful warrior of the dwarves had already They all boarded the chariots, the Griffon Knights continued to take off, and the roars from the drones, the roar of machines and weapons, and the scorching smell of hot oil all made King Magni full of pride and courage.

"No one can beat us on our land...for Kazmodan!"

He roared and raised his golden hammer, and behind him, the dwarf soldiers roared in unison:

"For Kazmodan!"

The dwarf king picked up his golden goblet, drank the wine from it, and then jumped on the steam tank decorated with the ram's head. The warhammer in his hand pointed to the south:

"Dwarves, follow me and march forward!"

"Boom"

The scene of nearly 100 steam tanks starting together is shocking. When the black smoke of the burning oil drifts in the sky of the snowy mountains, the bell that will start to determine the ownership of the earth under the feet is finally handed by the dwarf. Knock.

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"The dwarves set off, along with humans and elves."

Yrel stood in the hall of the Undead Fortress and reported the war situation to the slender figure sitting in front of him:

"They have mobilized the entire army that Dun Morogh can mobilize, and it seems that they intend to wipe out this camp in one fell swoop, and then concentrate their energy on the battlefield in the barren land."

"Well, it's a decisive strategy. I haven't fought with Magni. I don't know if this strategy came from his hands, but there is no doubt that this fits the temper of the dwarves."

Tyrion looked at a letter in the dim fire, and the childish blessings were written on the letter paper in the twisted Salas language. This was the letter that the crow had just brought him from Delano. how many kids.

"Look, Dornan told me that Anduin started to like his new home, and her gentle aunt Tiffany, she loved her... the happiness of children is always so simple, Yrel, these Humans and dwarves were also children. Why do you think naive and cute children grow up so stubborn, so irritable, so... stupid?"

Yrel thought about it and replied:

"They lack the right guidance, I think probably this is the reason."

"Well, it makes sense."

Tyrion nodded, folded the stationery in his hand, and handed it to the candle by his hand, watching it lit by the flame, and the flame licked the stationery in Tyrion's hand quickly until the flame burned to his Fingertips, then extinguished by the cold.

When the last ashes were also scattered on the ground, Tyrion stood up and moved his shoulders, allowing Yrel to wear him a scarlet cloak, and the dark giant shoulder armor, and finally the blue Colored thorn head ring.

"I always spend a lot of time immersed in the soft emotions of this kind of living person. Even sometimes, it will make me forget that I am a dead person. I lack feelings, and I should lack feelings."

Tyrion stepped up the ladder of the fortress. At the end of the ladder was a throne made of ice. He sat on it and looked at Yrel underneath, and Roglio and the crow who did not know when to come , He said softly to his subordinates:

"Always let yourself be surrounded by soft things. This is not life, this is death."

"One day, these soft things will climb up behind you, strangle your throat like a devil’s claw, and let you suffocate... but fortunately, we are already dead, we will not Dead once."

"I know, Lumi, there are still many people complaining, we can completely run over with the irresistible quantitative advantage, let our dark empire build on this earth, using blood and bone as the foundation, I know Now, this method I'm using is very unwise. It always indulges the enemy again and again, and always tastes again and again."

Tyrion is like talking to the heart, saying to the three high-level undead in front of him:

"But it's funny, isn't it?"

"Look, watching the enemies in front of us bleed... like a tug-of-war, we know that they lost."

"But this is not the point, the point is, you are all death lords I personally picked out, you should understand what I want to do, what we want to do... that justice, great, something that someone must do , We never came to destroy this world."

In the blue eyes of the King of Dark Blades, skipping a bit of obscurity, he continued:

"A bit of discomfort has happened, and many living lives will say that they have had enough! They have not experienced despair, no bitter despair, how can they feel the sweetness of hope! They are wrong, wrong is very outrageous, I , Now I am sitting here, I am the one who can decide if they are fed up!"

"My lords, let the self-esteemed creatures wake up and tell them who we are."

Tyrion sat on the throne, his eyes suddenly raised, looking out of the dim fortress, he seemed to hear some sound:

"They are here, I heard the shouts, I heard the rhythm of war...don't worry, let them enjoy a sweet victory first..."

The King of Dark Blades extended his finger and made a silence gesture to the lords in front of him:

"We are waiting for them here... quietly, don't make a sound..."

"Give them a... surprise!"

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