Azeroth’s Death Track

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The ancient troll's Zandalari empire once occupied most of the world, but the kingship did not have eternity. Before the sky collapsed 10,000 years ago, the troll empire began to split, occupying the oldest secret holy city of Stranglethorn, the Gurubashi giant. The Devil once built his own empire, but that empire that had no glory, only lasted for a short time, and fell into a terrible civil strife.

It is said that it was a civil unrest caused by the evil god, and its origin was directed at the soul-slayer Haka, the self-proclaimed "blood god" Loa. Thousands of years ago, the Gurubashi trolls paid a terrible sacrifice to Hakkar drove out the real world and exiled Hakkar’s believers, the lunatic-like Hakala trolls, but Hakkar’s believers, together with its shadow, have never been far from the city.

Now, in the face of the fierce Lin Jing and the natural forces behind them, the voodoo priest Jindu of Zul'Gurub declared that only Haka can save this city surrounded by Lin Jing at this critical juncture, in the blood **** Enveloped by the power, the long-dead Gurubashi troll will rise again.

Such words that can only lie to fools have been passed down in the shadows of Zul'Gurub. When the city is likely to be broken at any time, the trolls who are in a panic are easily captured by the fear that the intentional people instigated in the dark. The risky action of re-calling Haka also turned from dormant darkness to light and grandness.

In fact, even the trolls who were forced to give their own blood are not sure whether this kind of adventure is right or wrong.

In the dark night, the elite soldiers of the Gurubashi trolls held voodoo-painted spears and wooden shields, and were vigilantly patrolling the ancient city walls of Zul'Gurub, where they were within sight. Activated plants are moving in the denser and denser forests, shadowing in the dark, sketching a frightening night scene.

But the battle between the two sides has lasted for more than half a month. The trolls are well aware that Lin Jing, who uses natural magic, is not afraid of death on the battlefield, but they lack the power to conceal assassination. At the moment of arrival, the changing cheetahs of the Druids could not sneak into the city silently.

And the activated plants can not get rid of the laws of nature. Even after the night comes, even the powerful Jing Jing will become weak, without the sunlight, those huge plant beasts can’t even get the energy to move freely. Not to mention fighting on the battlefield.

Therefore, the night in Zul'Gurub is actually safer than the day.

But that was just the illusion of the past,

"Om"

The silent vibration sounded in the dark night, and several troll warriors who heard the sound immediately hit the torches and walked towards the place where the sound sounded, just as they approached the corner of the city wall covered by shadows Two whistling long whips flew out suddenly, just like the poisonous snakes rushing out of the night, one left and one right buckled on the necks of two trolls.

The barb on the vine's long whip pierced fiercely into the troll's skin, causing them to bleed, and at the next moment, all their blood was drawn from the wound, and the extreme pain instantly crushed the tough troll The will of the warrior, their skin became dry at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon fell to the ground, reduced to a terrified dry bone.

The surviving troll warriors widened their eyes and watched the two tall and one short figures coming out of the darkness. He subconsciously grabbed the bone whistle around his waist, but before it was time to blow, two blood The long sword silently pierced his heart from behind.

"Om"

The faint air vibration sounded again, a few small black bats disappeared into the night, a sharp voice complained:

"Why do we have to do this kind of thing? Don't crows have many assassins?"

"The Crow has its own mission, the power of God Loa is shrouded in Zul'Gurub, and only those who can be transformed into bats will not be found immediately... Don't complain, devil's head, go to mark! Ten minutes After that, meet at the altar of the "Midnight Lord"...The name Midnight Lord is awesome! But after tonight, it will be ours!"

Zul'Gurubri has the Midnight Lord, a believer in the **** of the bats, Helik, who summoned many vampire bats to hover over Zul'Gurub, which provided the best protection curtain for the blood lords that penetrated the city, black The bats mixed in it would not cause any doubt at all. They carefully placed signs of undead runes at various garrison points in the huge city of Zul'Gurub, just like the guidance on the ground before the air bombing began.

At this time, in the forest essence fortress surrounded by the dense forest of Stranglethorn Vale, thousands of crows transferred from Stormwind City were using forest essence to fix the spiked alchemy bomb on their claws and follow the crow The high-level death knights who came together checked their undead flying dragon mounts, and under the saddles of these savage two-headed dragons rich in Draenor, huge black bombs were tied.

Under the guidance of the Druids, the Lin Jings, quietly formed a battle formation in the dense forest. There was no huge beast in the battle formation. Instead, the action was slow, but in the night Here will become more fierce cannibalism. These twisted and ugly plant life is like a monster that is moving on the ground with roots. In the bright buds, it is not fragrant stamens, but people. At a glance, the staggered teeth of nightmares.

"Time is up."

Tyrion reached out to caress the blue hoop crown on top of his head, and then patted the "Duke", the death raven under the seat, after the long cultivation of the raven king, he had recovered , It didn't make a tweet, but under the will of the master, its black eyes flashed a fierce, huge wings flapping, and a roaring wind sounded in the forest.

In the huge claws of the death raven, two clusters of bundled bombs were caught, and behind it, the roaring necromancers were also silent, and the high-level knights who guarded on both sides, this is a After the air raid in the dark night, after the second batch of sufficient alchemy bombs were delivered in the dark furnace city's military factory, the air power of the dark blade finally had its own decisive battle means.

Zul'Gurub, this troll city, will be the first victim of this burning tactic.

Tonight, this fallen city will be purified by fire.

"They are coming!"

At the altar of the **** of bats, Silik, kneeling in front of the mysterious incense burner meditating, the high priest Jeklik opened his eyes violently, and the female troll screamed. The vampire bats flying in the sky of Grubb were restless, and driven by a huge will, they rushed towards the dark sky of Zul'Gurub.

Facing the screaming vampire bat, Tyrion, who was sitting on the saddle of the Raven Raven, swung his left hand violently. The frost like a polar storm was mixed with sharp ice cones, and he shot the screams fiercely. On the little devil, this powerful blast of wind directly swept away one-tenth of the bats. These little bats were covered with frost, making them slow to fly, and the guards were in the bombing formation. The high-level knights on the side also drove the undead flying dragon forward, and the continuous blast of wind drove the bats away.

In the dark night, the Gurubashi trolls awakened by the screams ran out of their tree houses. They looked up at the sky, and not only the vicious vampire bats but some black Something.

"boom"

Hundreds of bombs hit the ground of Zul'Gurub along the undead rune beacons shining on the ground. The blazing fire and violent explosion caused the unexpected trolls to cry for their father's head, the priests Clenched the staff, but in the face of the undead legion roaring in the sky, their voodoo spells were almost useless, and they also caused one or two bombs to be dropped because they exposed themselves.

The crows are flying very fast. Within 10 minutes, all the bombs have been dropped, and the entire huge Zul'Gurub is also lit in the sky in five key bombed areas, like a jungle. Like the city that never sleeps, there is a desperate spark shining in the dark night.

"Go, go hunting."

Tyrion’s voice rang in the hearts of every crow and every death knight. Soon, the crows and death knights who had fallen from the sky in the light of the fire also joined the carnival of carnage. In the city gate area of ​​El Grab, the mighty forest spirits roared their language and rushed into this profane city in the opened gate.

It is like a green chaos, but wherever you see, wherever you go, there is only a cruel killing, and the blood stains on the ground represent Lin Jing and natural revenge.

Each altar guarded by the Loa priests was handled by a dedicated person. After the entire city was lit in the night, the priests of the Loa gods could not use their own power to save the city and face the strong attack. Enemy, they can hardly draw strength to help others.

The Druids of the Wither believe in a cruel concept of struggle. You live and die, except evil is their code of conduct. Unless these Loa priests betrayed to the camp of the Blight on the spot, otherwise...tonight, they are dead.

"boom"

The giant blue bat transformed into Yeric, the priest of Midnight Lord Shirik, had just taken off, and the grisly claws were entangled by two blood-sucking vines. Slammed on the ground full of blood and corpses.

Four erratic shadows rushed towards her from four directions, and Yerlik didn't want to bow down and admit defeat. She called the name of the midnight lord, and the power from the bat **** Loah was oscillating in her body. Her new power freed her from the shackles of the vine whip, she screamed and waved her paws, and the four burning fireballs hit the four enemies in front of her.

However, he failed to hit the entity. In the roar of the black bats, the blood mage and the blood lord danced in the explosion of voodoo flames, and soon re-condensed into entities elsewhere.

The **** mother wielding two **** swords rushed out of the darkness lightly, like a erratic shadow, easily avoiding the more violent fireball attack of Jeklik, her dark blond hair in the night Dancing, while approaching the blue bat, two war knives roared and made several fierce and fierce wounds on the body of this Loa priest.

Behind Jeriklik, a treacherous laughter suddenly sounded, and Loa, who was entangled by the **** mother, had not had time to look back, and the curved dagger staggered into her back.

After this vicious attack, among the five blood lords drawing blood at the same time, Ye Creek made the most terrible howl in her life. At that moment, at least a third of the blood in her body came from the wound The thin priest could no longer maintain the shape of the bat. Her dry body fell on the dirty ground weakly, and she even lost her power to raise her hand.

The reason why she can live is because the blood lords need her, yes, the blood lords did not give up. Otherwise, just now, they can easily absorb all the blood of Ye Creek.

"boom"

Aurelia turned the struggling Yelik through her scarlet sharp boots, and the **** mother looked down at the weak under her feet. She said calmly:

"Summon Loa of your faith! Yes, Lord Midwick, the midnight lord, who claimed to have the power of blood, summon it!"

"Hugh...hugh!"

A trace of fear flashed on Ye Creek's pale face, but soon, her faith in Loa made her firm again. This answer was obviously not what Aurelia wanted, and the **** mother shook her head and stepped back. A step further, behind her, dressed as the noble blood mage Seven, stepped forward. He wore gold-inlaid monocles, wearing gorgeous black robes, and even wearing white gloves.

The silver-haired blood mage squatted down and said to Jeriklik in a soft tone:

"In all my experiments, no life has survived the torture of blood heated to boiling, I hope you will be the first..."

Talking, he took off the glove of his left hand and put his finger on the wound of Yerik. The blood he had just sucked back into Yerik's body, but the blood was like boiling water. At the moment of entering the body, Ye Crick struggled frantically, showing a fish thrown in the sun, her eyes widened to the extreme, but her limbs were **** with blood magic, even her mouth. Are blocked.

She even released the screams, only a whimper of despair.

"Relax, little girl."

Blood Mage Seven pushed his eyes and showed a soft smile. He looked at Ye Creek with his blood-red eyes and said softly:

"We don't want you to die, you will never die... And we have a lot of time, such an experiment, we can repeat it many times... Now, tell me, are you willing to summon Shirik for us?"

"Oh, what's going on with this hateful look? You're so naughty...let's do it again."

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