Azeroth’s Death Track

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The wetland is a disgusting place.

Here is full of disgusting muddy swamps, exuding a disgusting smell, at the edge of those mudflats, there will be hidden some ugly and evil creatures, such as fishmen who like hordes, such as poor intelligence, Jackals like to change their tastes, and there are "unique features" not to be missed in the mud.

The six-legged crocodiles... believe me, they are not only uglier and larger than their cousins ​​in another world, anyone who has tasted their stunt "death tumbling" will never forget this experience... The premise is that if he can survive.

In the travel log of the famous traveler and explorer, and the archaeologist Brian Bronzebeard, he mercilessly commented on the wetland as worthless, it is simply a **** on earth, and the famous dwarf hunter is worshipped by countless hunters. His idol Hemet Nesingwary’s comment on the wetland is at the other extreme. He claims that any hunter who can live alone for a month in the wetland is the best hunter in the world.

In short, this is a place where people are annoying. Even when the orcs that invaded the human world were the most powerful 6 years ago, those green-skinned **** were also reluctant to stay in the wetland for a long time. Most of them lived in Grimbatto. That is also the only place in the wetland where the environment is barely better.

But it was also at that time that the dwarf guerrillas who stubbornly opposed the orcs here also left many and many war legends, and these legends, mostly in the form of inscriptions, remained in the towns of Menethil Port and Dammode In addition, let more people realize the cruelty of war and the beauty of peace.

Wetlands are the sphere of influence of the dwarves and the only area where the dwarves control the sea. Even if the dwarves are unwilling, but driven by the desire to make money, they still spend a lot of manpower and resources on the edge of the wetland A port city was established. After the victory of the Second World War, it was named Menethil Port to commemorate the fighting friendship between the dwarves and humans in the Second World War.

On the same day that the Kazmodan War broke out, at a later time, a strange fleet emerged from the calm sea outside of Menethil Harbor.

There are about 20 large ships, but there may be more. The guards of the port are difficult to judge the number of ships, because those big ships are covered with strangely floating mist. Between the sea breezes occasionally blowing off the mist, the harbour guards We can barely see the flag that flashed in the mist.

A strange, cold, **** broken blade flag exuding an unknown breath.

For people who deal with the sea all the year round, superstition is almost synonymous with them. So after more than ten minutes of the Mist Fleet, the news of the "ghost ship" spread throughout the port of Menethil. Everyone was given weapons, and the artillery in the port was aimed at the fleet on the sea, ready to fight these strange enemies.

The port of Menethil, which was rebuilt after the war, is an absolute male city with amazing defensive power, and the latest dwarf artillery has given the defenders enough confidence.

"Pooh!"

The death lord standing on the bow of the largest ghost ship "Crimson Sword" slobbered rudely into the sea water. She looked at the sea covered in mist in front of her with disgust, and her fiery long hair, because The humid environment became shrivelled, which made the Lord, who was very concerned about the appearance, extremely dissatisfied.

Seriously, she was full of resistance to this task, and she was full of anger in her heart. She urgently needed to find some unlucky ghosts to vent, and the white port city in front of her seemed quite appropriate.

"Da da da"

The sharp and unique steel combat boots stepped on the wet deck, making the original crisp collision sound low, watching the death lord with a red captain hat and a bright red feather feather stride down At the podium, the surrounding undead immediately stood up and hid respectfully.

Luminas crossed her arms and looked at the clean, dark red bone dragon on the deck with her own eyes. She smiled with satisfaction:

"You idiots are still barely useful...Look at my lovely "Queen", this is the first time it has followed me, it will inevitably become a dark blade legend, just like me."

The death lord reached out and took the black rune sword in the hands of the high-level knight. Between the wrist flips, a small piece of dark red lightning fluttered on the blade. She walked to the skeleton dragon decorated with jewelry and a gold crown headdress On her side, stepping on a ladder made of dead bones, she sat on a comfortable saddle, and her dark red eyes flashed a trace of grief.

"Your Majesty Tyrion assigned us most of the bone dragons that we can ride...this represents his trust in the Hellfire Clan, little cubs, we are the only clan that has faced off with the demon. , It’s time for the newcomers to see how the elite blades are fighting... Come with me, destroy that city from the sky! Let the flames burn..."

"The wetland is ours!"

"Aoao"

The dark red bone dragon "Queen" screamed in a deep hollow. She was the first to carry Luminas out of the mist. The long red hair of the death lord was blown by the sea breeze, in the mist behind her , More than 30 skull dragons carried their knights to the sky. After the bone dragons, they were the death knights riding the undead dragons. The hellfire clan has a glorious history, as Luminas said. The commander-in-chief is the strongest in Dark Blade.

This is the pride of Luminas, the pride built on the bones of the devil and the sea of ​​blood, and what kind of leader there is, there are soldiers. Under the command of the mad Luminas, the Hellfire War Group once Joining the battle, like a bloodthirsty lunatic, they will never stop without killing the last rebel.

"Destroy it!"

Luminas's long black sword cleaved fiercely, the skeletal dragon lowered his head, and the breath of fireworks transformed from the black dragon's breath immediately enveloped the walls of Menethil Harbor, and some were turned into frost The dragon's bone dragon used a cold breath to freeze the fortress on the city wall. The roaring undead legion was like a black shadow flying across the sky. After the black shadow, it brought cold despair.

"The navy of Kul Tiras is cruising nearby, lord, are we going to separate some people from their attack?"

A high-level knight asked in the spiritual link, and the next moment, the mad voice of Luminas immersed in the killing sounded:

"Let the ghost ship go back! Fools will take the initiative to attack Kul Tiras at sea... Land and sky are our battlefield, dispersing useless civilians and burning this city!"

"Observe!"

So in the salty and damp sea breeze, under the distant snowy mountains, the only coastal city of the dwarves, the port of Menethil carrying the glorious story, was so lit.

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And at the same time when Menethil Port was burning, under the winding mountain road at the entrance of Ironforge, the Dwarf Steam Tank Corps, commanded by Magni Copperbeard himself, also suffered from unprecedented Difficult challenge.

In the second war, the dwarf’s steam tanks had proved their power on the battlefield. After the war, various human countries bought some tanks in Ironforge to fill their armed forces. It’s not an exaggeration to say, Before the Colossus of Undead appeared in Azeroth, the steam tank of the dwarves was the most powerful land force in the Eastern Continent!

But now, these kings of land battles in the fantasy era have encountered challenges from the sky.

"Om"

The Howler raised his wings and skimmed the sky of Kazmodan at low altitude. As he passed the dwarves' steam tanks, the claws of the undead crow loosened, and a black one was covered with spiked iron. Pimples descended from the sky, pulling out a roaring sound in the air, striding a forward arc throwing line, and finally hitting directly above a slowly receding steam tank.

"boom"

The scorching flames, strong explosive waves, thunderous sounds, and all kinds of sharp gadgets inside, like a storm of steel, swept frantically in all directions, the unlucky steam tank was sturdy and hard The shells were blown inward, but the most unlucky were the dwarf soldiers who followed the tank. They were almost swept away by the broken iron **** flying around.

Magni never thought that the powerful steam tank troops would be blocked by such an attack, but the cold reality was in front of him, and more than 40 tanks could only move less than one-third. It was destroyed by the explosion of the bomb sea that fell from the sky, or it was trapped in the ruins of steel and could not move left and right.

This scene does not look like a war in a fantasy world, but it does appear...

In the pungent smoke, the desperate King of Dwarves jumped off his Ram's tank with his guard. He bravely raised his King's flag, and gathered still soldiers around him in this way.

"Come with me, warriors!"

Magni yelled:

"There will be no steam tanks, and we will go back to Ironforge! Take back our home! Come with me! Charge! Charge!"

The dwarf king walked through the battlefield covered with smoke and bullet marks with blood-stained soldiers. After crossing the mist around them, they finally came to the foot of the mountain leading to Ironforge, but outside the mist, a The dark figure riding on the war horse was standing in front of them. He stood here, standing in the snow, like a dark statue, seems to be waiting for the arrival of Magni.

"Magni. Bronzebeard, King of Destiny in Ironforge, I have been waiting here for a long time."

The figure raised his head, his face was a skeleton face made of frost, but the next moment, like the wind blowing away the frost, showing Tyrion's thin, pale, and cold face. , His ice-blue eyes looked at the dwarf king who also had a crown in front of him, and he said softly:

"Put down your weapon and join the cause of Dark Blade, Ironforge and the entire Kazmodan will return to you..."

"Return? Do you say return?"

From this sentence, Magni realized who was the undead in front of him. He had never seen Tyrion, but now, he knew that the death knight who was coming alone was the disaster that Kazmodan suffered. The chief culprit, the anger raging in his heart reached the extreme at this moment, the dwarf king took an angry step forward, he held his arms in both hands, the golden warhammer and the golden battle axe, his orange beard was angry Floating in:

"You came to my house arrogantly and ruined the only reason I would call it home... Now, you still give it back to me and give you loyalty? No! Never !"

The power in the bloodline of Magni Bronzebeard extended on his body, his body slowly became taller, his bronze skin became hard, like gray granite, and his face also changed It became stone-like fortitude.

Under the identity of the king, Magni Bronzebeard has another identity...Like his brother Muradin, he is also the most powerful bloodline warrior among the dwarves-full of glory and endless power... King of the hill!

"I will kill you! Necromancer, under the watchful eyes of my compatriots, I will cut off your head with my own hands! I will retake my city! Dwarves, never give in!"

"boom"

In the form of the King of the Hill, Magni yelled and rushed towards Tyrion. There was no change in the expression of the King of Dark Blade. His fingers were moving, and the magic sword with a light green halo fell into his hands. He looked at Magni's twisted face, he shook his head:

"Oh... so sorry, answer, wrong!"

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The back mountain of Ironforge, this is the deepest part of the Cold Ridge Mountains, the most inaccessible place in the entire Kazmodan, where the altitude is extremely high, few creatures can survive at this height, and now, a large group of dwarves , Lurching forward in the thick snow.

This is the group of people who escaped from Ironforge, led by Princess Moira. Copper Beard, the elite force of the whole city.

Under the leadership of the master miners of the deep mountain excavation company that is familiar with the direction, a group of people are heading towards the Anweimar fortress in the Cold Ridge Valley. As Magni told him, Moira is also very clear that once Ironforge falls The only place in Kazmodan that is still safe is there.

While the crowd was advancing, the princess's face suddenly turned pale, and the pain from the blood let her cover her heart, and beside her, the ugly Brian. Copper Xu also covered the same position, and without warning, turned over and fell to the ground in pain.

This immediately caused the crowd to scream, and soon Brian was picked up by the best priest in Ironforge. The old dwarf's eyes were already full of tears, but not because of pain, but... sadness.

"Moira, my niece..."

Brian sobbed and clenched his niece's hand. He looked at Moira's equally wet eyes. He said hardly:

"Did you feel it? My brother, your father...he, he left us..."

"I feel it now."

Moira held her uncle's hand deadly. She looked at Brian's desperate eyes. She gritted her teeth and said in a bitter hatred voice:

"My husband, my father, all died in the hands of the undead. I swear, swear in the name of Bronzebeard and Thorison, I will destroy them, I will bury them, I swear!"

"Now! Keep going, can't stay! Go! Leave here! Before the undead catch up!"

Tonight, the mountains of Kazmodan are... crying.

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