Azeroth’s Death Track

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"This is the most perfect gift they can get."

Nasa stood at the entrance of Cindy's encryption room and looked at the center of a luxurious room. Three beautifully decorated walnut wooden coffins were placed. Around those coffins, special scented wax was also lit, making it a mysterious but useless The emblem of this house, except for the magic array used for concealment, hardly contains other mysterious forces, but it is very mysterious.

This is not just decoration.

A long time ago, while Nassa was still serving around Tyrion, she learned a lot from her majesty. In the eyes of simple mortals, any power worth pursuing is mysterious, and they should also be mysterious. Yes, the sense of ritual. This is a very complicated thing. It may be just a mystery in essence, but you have to admit that, in many cases, creating a sense of mystery can make your words and thoughts accepted by more people.

The Blood Watcher has faded his long skirt with impaired mobility and replaced it with a blood-red armor. Thanks to time and time innovations in the Darkforge City's forging process, the best raven scouts secretly cross the night The armor transported here has also become more robust and beautiful.

The warriors should have a set of armor and weapons worthy of their identity, which will allow them to find a trace of honor in the brutal war.

Now Nasa and her blood sisters wrap their bodies in armor and look from a distance, like a group of raptors that hunt in the night, and in front of Nasa, Oriden Pirino De knelt on one knee, listening to orders from the new owner.

And in the hands of Nassa, above a polished exceptionally perfect Apexis crystal, Tyrion’s figure loomed in the darkness:

"Protect your tribe, Oriden, they will be your most trusted relatives in your endless life in the future, you carry a great mission, compared to the fate of Alterac’s royal family It’s worth mentioning that we have joined forces to forge a new world of freedom, and this requires you and your comrades to make a great sacrifice for this."

"Syndicate, it will be destroyed in the angry and incompetent flames set by the enemy, but soon, in the dark dawn, it will be reborn..."

"Just like you now."

"Using the power I gave you, lurking in the heart of the human empire, when necessary, you will be the sharpest sword in that decaying system, yes, I never doubt your ability... This power, and then open-mindedness, do big things."

The figure of Tyrion slowly disappears above the Apexis crystal. This crystal from outside the domain has various magical effects after being carefully polished by the crowsman of Tongtianfeng. The most important thing is that as long as Without using a lot of magical support, the long-distance communication realized by Apexis Crystal is difficult to be detected by battle mages all over Alterac.

But from the current situation, no matter what Tyrion drives Nasa to do in the syndicated organization, this matter has reached the final juncture, and even if Lothar’s intelligence officers pay attention to them, it is difficult to make Timely action.

But this is not to blame the poor intelligence officers, they are not incompetent, but Syndicate has been penetrated by the power of the dark blade as long as the empire has not yet been established. Unable to discover, and in this kind of secret confrontation that requires great patience, the elves obviously have a greater advantage.

"Take care of them, Oriden, and after they wake up, you will go to Arathi Highlands to sever all contact with Syndicate."

Nasa buckled a mask of an artistic blood bat on her face, and she handed a bright red crystal dagger to the human vampire in front of her, she said in a deep voice:

"At the moment when Syndicate is overthrown, you can start your new mission without fear, there are others walking with you there, and you will never fight alone."

"I will do my best."

Oriden expressed his loyalty in the ancient language of the Alterac Kingdom for thousands of years, but when he looked up, his eyes were empty. No matter how many times he watched, the blood watchers were prodigious. The hidden techniques will make people feel numb, but fortunately, they are now on their own.

Oriden inserted a crystal dagger with a halo like blood in his hand into the buckle around his waist. He looked back at the three quiet wooden coffins behind him. In his eyes, the blood-red light was beating and was injected. The source of the blood of the midnight son finally allowed Sarin to break through the limitation that blood servants could not develop new servants. This cursed bloodline will start from Oriden, spreading from generation to generation through blood, spreading among humans.

Of course, the power of human vampires can be called weak for pure Sarin, but for humans who desire the fire of revenge, such power is enough.

"Uh"

The blood was beating at the fingertips of Orridon, as if it was given real life. He waved it freely. A glass of blood wine with ice cubes fell into his hands. He stepped forward and warmed himself in the fireplace. In the light of fire, he sat on the empty back chair.

He tasted the strange sweetness of blood wine and the fulfillment of his body's desires, while humming a song in the darkness against the fire.

That was the folk ballad of Alterac. Oridon grew up listening to this folk ballad, and now, in this slightly eerie hum, the last blood of the royal family of Pirinod passed down for thousands of years, Eventually attributed to darkness.

Attributed to warm... dark.

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The kingdom of Gilneas is at the very center of this peninsula country. It is an ancient city divided into four major cities. When the Duke of Greymane was ordered by the Great Soladin to guard the southwestern border of the empire thousands of years ago, The city has already begun construction, and in the passage of time, Gilneas City has not been lost its original color.

While Gilneas dealers, who are good at doing business, send a steady stream of gold coins back to their motherland, Gilneas City, a city that symbolizes kingship, has also become more and more magnificent.

But in terms of area, it is larger than the northern human city of Lordaeron. This black-hued city has more than 800,000 people, and one-fifth of the residents of Gilneas live. Here, but since the spread of the animal disease that broke out in the kingdom's northern border a few years ago, the city is now more crowded, and many refugees who have lost their hometowns due to the epidemic have started a new life here.

The outbreak of the Longgu Port not long ago caused many residents there to flee, leaving Gilneas City with an unstable order and suffering even more terrible challenges.

The epidemic has spread and the situation is grim. At this critical moment, the Greymane family can no longer maintain the image of the people. At the request of His Majesty Jean, the entire Gilneas city implemented a policy of night curfew, and its four cities The gates have set up tightly guarded sentries, and any immigrants and businessmen who enter the city must undergo strict inspections.

So every morning, when the city gate is open, you can see a team of elders lined up outside the city gate, there are refugees dragging their families, holding distressed children, wearing gentleman hats and tulle, There are also some businessmen who ride in horse-drawn carriages to do business in the city, and some soldiers who take turns.

But in Gilneas today, there is a type of person who does not need to be inspected. They can come and go anywhere in the country at will, and wherever they appear, people will feel relaxed and safe.

That is the Druids...Druids who came from another continent and walked on this strange land to cure the werewolf disease.

They have men and women, often wearing robe made of animal skins, and some wild Druid dresses, even in the eyes of the sturdy Gilneas, they are somewhat "cold", but it can not be denied that those who advocate nature The arrival of the Druid did bring a glimmer of hope to this country that was overwhelmed by animal diseases.

Even if they haven't found a cure for the werewolf disease, but with the help of their magical herbs, some innocent people bitten by the werewolf can indeed get rid of the nightmare that turned into a monster. Although not every time it will take effect, these The druids have indeed become Gilneas' most popular "guests."

Although the druids don’t care how the country feels about their senses... the druids came to Gilneas so proactively, not because of the “humanitarian spirit”. It was born because of a dangerous attempt within the druids. The first werewolves were even some crazy druids indulging in animalism, so it can be said that the druids now operating in Gilneas actually came for themselves. Errors made thousands of years ago, "atonement".

Of course, they wouldn't talk about this reason everywhere. The Gilneas naturally didn't know the thoughts of these druids who lived in the depths.

"Get out! Go to the queue!"

At the east gate of Gilneas, the major defending the gate impatiently waved at the woman squeezed in front of him:

"No matter who you were, nobles, big businessmen, just go in line! Everyone has to be checked."

"Huh? So even the messenger who delivers the herbs must be blocked?"

A slightly weird female voice came into the major’s ears. The grumpy major raised his head and saw that he was standing in front of him with a basket of herbs, wearing a gray animal skin robe, and a mask for half. The night elf in the gray wolf mask with open face, she was carrying a staff of wattle behind her, without any pendant on her body, and her long red hair was scattered randomly behind her head.

Obviously, this is a druid, as can be seen from the natural magic patterns carved on both sides of her arm.

"Uh, oh, druid... ma'am, of course, you don't have to line up, Gilneas welcomes any druid."

The major stood up quickly, rubbed his hands, and said awkwardly to the druid in front of him:

"But I still have to ask, these herbs?"

"These herbs were given to Dr. Wolfe. He needed them to extract the medicine. It was a weird human being. When he last met, he boasted that he was famous in this city... is it true? ?"

The Druid girl asked curiously, and the major scratched her head awkwardly:

"Uh, of course, Dr. Wolfe, he is indeed "famous", but his crazy behavior and personality can't conceal his major achievements in the cure of animal diseases...well, boys, **** this Ms. Druid went to Dr. Wolf’s clinic, oh, yes, I’m going to register, what is your name?"

The devoted major asked his own question, and the druid hesitated and whispered:

"My name is Cordana... Cordana Starsong, a wild Druid from Mount Hyjal."

Behind her, some curious children hid behind the adults and secretly looked at the tall druid lady, and their whispers seemed to be heard by the druid. She turned her head and was not faced by the wolf leather helmet The lower half of the face covered a gentle smile, she waved towards them, and then in the envious gaze of other civilians, the soldiers escorted them into the city.

Unlike other druids who lived in a short time, this young Druid girl was very talkative. She walked on the slightly sullen streets of Gilneas, asking questions from time to time, just like entering a human for the first time. The curious girl in the city, and after she gave some rare herbs, the two soldiers who escorted her also knew all about the Druid girl's problems.

Until ten minutes later, they came to the door of the "Doctor Wolfe Private Clinic" at the end of Third Avenue in the Church District of Gilneas. Although it was just early morning when the sun was rising, this was in front of the clinic that had not yet opened. There are already dozens of people in the team, and it seems that the business of this Wolf doctor is booming, and the two clinics on the street are comparable.

"Bee, yeah"

The Druid girl bid farewell to the enthusiastic soldier, and then went around to the back door of the clinic. She looked around, reached for the knock, and whispered:

"Open the door! Dr. Wolf, I am Cordana, I brought you new herbs, and the story I did not finish last time, the story called "The Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood."

"Uh"

The closed door was opened at the next moment, and Dr. Wolf, who was only in pajamas, looked at the Druid in suspicion and vigilance. He whispered:

"I don't have a Druid friend."

"Of course, you don't."

Cordana took off her wolf-skin helmet that covered her eyes. Her blood-red eyes made Wolfe put down her vigilance. The blood watcher's small and lovely nose moved. She frowned and looked at the model dog in front of her. Such a doctor, she whispered:

"Give you one minute to send the two women out of your house... Speaking of which, Mr. Wolf, you should not forget your mission?"

"Entertainment and work are not in conflict, Nassa's little follower."

Wolfe yawned, and his black eyes flashed a dangerous light:

"I know what I'm doing, and I'm doing a good job... come on, my little cuties are my own."

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