Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Forgive me! Please!"

The witch hiding in the storage shivering, looking at the huge wooden cheetah with a terrified look in front of her, she used all her means to defeat the terrifying monster in front of her. She could only kneel down on the ground to beg for mercy .

But Lin Jing lacked feelings, especially after seeing how these witches brutally strangled those very talented plants, Lin Jing would not give them pity.

The wooden cheetah rushed forward, flipping the witch on the ground with one paw. At the next moment, Elder Lin Jing recovered his human body in the changing halo. He rudely lifted the witch by the neck and raised a blood The red seed stuffed into her mouth, then took a step back.

"Plant, pain, revenge!"

He spit out a few words in dry human language, and the witch in front of him felt that the swallowed seeds were quickly sprouting in her body, devouring her flesh to grow quickly, and that flesh was looted. The pain caused the witch to roll on the ground, howling painfully, but after a few seconds, she could no longer make a sound, because she became... a tree.

The bright red vines pierced from the shrivelled skin of the witch. Under the command of Elder Lin Jing, it was like the craziest and most fierce viper. Those barbed vines spread in all directions. Soon, those hiding The fish in the dark trembling in the dark was discovered by this vine that began to spread in the cave, and... devoured.

Compared with Lin Jing's superb means of controlling plants, the soul structures created by the witches are like children's toys, which is not worth mentioning.

"puff"

The knight of Ayr will exude a dark green halo of heavy swords, drawn from the ghost body of the mistress of the witch in front of him, the most powerful witch of the witch will only stand in front of his eyes for 2 minutes.

The black magic they are good at is completely unable to penetrate the death knight's anti-magic shield, and the tricks they often use to enslave their minds are even useless in the face of the death knight's tough soul, even if they are immune to most physical attacks. The body is also so vulnerable in the face of the increasingly cumbersome and powerful system of undead runes.

"The weak, why do you fight?"

El Knight is not a sentimental person, but at this time, in the face of the death knight of the death knight and the druid, the witch club that quickly fell, he still expressed his emotions.

This is probably the weakest organization the Dark Blade Knights have faced since entering the world.

"I found it!"

Behind the knight El, the witch Willie held a heavy dark book and stumbled towards him, just like giving a treasure, and handed the book to the knight El.

"The way to enter the ruined realm! I found it!"

"Very good, Your Majesty will definitely be satisfied."

Ayr took over the book and flipped through a few pages. His eyes were suddenly attracted by other records. He turned to look at the witch beside him, and he asked in a low voice:

"The one recorded in this book...Ashes Knights, what kind of organization is this?"

"The Knights of Ashes is a legend. Every child in Drustvar grew up listening to the stories of the Knights of Ashes."

The witch Willie knew almost nothing about the powerful and ruthless leader of the death knight:

"It is said that it was our ancestors. When fighting the dark forces entrenched in Drustvar, a powerful warrior was born. They had their own unique set of inheritances that could be as great as natural enemies. To restrain the darkness, it was only under the leadership of the Ember Knights that the ancestors defeated the dark forces that were entrenched here. After that, Kul Tiras’s dominance in Drustvar was truly established."

"Huh? Restrain the dark forces like natural enemies?"

Ayr Knight narrowed his eyes. After a while, he said to Witch Willie:

"This is a very important piece of information, Welle, I have seen your loyalty and dedication to Dark Blade. When His Majesty arrives, I will report all your achievements to him, but now, I need you to look for ashes All the information of the Knights... to be kept confidential! Do you know?"

"Yes, I will do my best!"

The witch leaned over and accepted the new order, but she also expressed her concerns:

"But IMHO, the Knights of Ayr and the Witches have been searching for information about the Knights of Ashes for thousands of years, but they seem to have disappeared. Some people say that the inheritance of the Knights of Ashes has been cut off, and it is finally related to them. It’s a divine bible that records the training methods and weapons of the Ash Knight, hidden in a top-secret place by the descendants of the leader of the Ash Knight, but no one knows the truth of this rumor."

"Descendants of the leader of the Ash Knight? Who is that?"

Al asked back, the witch glanced at the direction of Klein town, she said softly:

"It's the Vecres family who ruled this place... The local lord, with a strong army, in the era of the Witch Club, no one dared to spy on their secrets."

"But times have changed, Willie!"

El Knight glanced at the cowardly witch, he said in a deep voice:

"When playing for Your Majesty, you must put away all fear and cowardice...Before His Majesty arrives, the death knights I brought will cooperate with you fully, and you must get everything from the Vecleis family about the Ash Knights Heritage! Failure is not allowed!"

This rebuke made Willai straighten up subconsciously, and she replied loudly:

"Observe!"

After the witch stumbled away, Ayr Knight walked into a hidden cave in the witch’s secret place. In the darkness, he carefully read the dark book in his hand. After confirming the authenticity of these records, Ai Knight took a uniquely polished Apexis communication crystal from his close pocket, and he activated it.

The next moment, in the dimly shining halo, the back of the big lich appeared in front of Ayr Knight.

"You are not a stupid person, Al, so you took the risk to contact me at this time, did you find something important?"

"Yes, sir... In the remote mountainous area of ​​Kul Tiras, I found something interesting. In the records of the ancient ancestors here, an organization called Knights of Ash has once possessed something that can be suppressed. From the description here, the method of dark power, the inheritance they possess, should also have a certain suppression effect on the death knight."

El said softly:

"what is your opinion?"

The figure of the big lich was illusory, and a moment later, his calm voice came:

"Then find it... I'll send someone to help you. In addition, tell this to our majesty, he should have known all this."

"but..."

"Nothing but! Your Majesty is the King of Dark Blades. You and I are his followers. Even if there is a conflict of ideas, you must be absolutely loyal to him. Remember, Ayre, we are not betraying His Majesty, We are just perfecting his great plan, don’t put yourself in a position to fight against Tyrion, you can’t win!”

The voice of the big lich became smoky, and he waved his hand, and the picture in front of him suddenly disappeared.

"Do what a knight should do, let me do the rest."

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"I threw off the three frontal battle groups, threw off the fierce battlefield of the mainland, crossed the endless sea, and came to the backcountry of this sea...If I don’t get what I want this time , That is really disappointing."

In the port in the northwest of Drustvar, the lighthouse that was supposed to be controlled by the Kul Tiras navy was silent at this time, allowing a vessel wrapped in mist to sail across the coast of Drustvar. Docked in a broken port.

At the moment Tyrion stepped out of the cabin, in front of him, the death knights headed by the El Knight had completely controlled the port. The original owner of the port, some pirates who were looting in Kul Tiras were The trembling kneeling on the ground, and those who dare to resist, have been thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

Under the command of Tyrion, the necromancers have always had little patience, especially when facing non-civilian scum.

Dare to say one more complaint, the end is destined to be very miserable.

Tyrion came here this time alone, with the dark blade spreading in the eastern continent is getting bigger and bigger, every time you occupy a place, you need to arrange the corresponding lord to manage, even the most insane Luminas Both were appointed governors of the Wetlands, and together with Saurfang oversaw the war between the Wetlands and the Arathi Highlands.

In this case, Tyrion felt more and more manpower shortage, and he urgently needed more and more professional managers, instead of letting the death lords who should be riding the field to sit in the office,

In many cases, Tyrion hopes that he will come only for simple destruction. If that is the case, the pressure he bears with Dark Blade will be much less.

"Your Majesty, this is what you need."

El Knight took a step forward and handed the heavy black book in his hand to the King of Dark Blades. Tyrion took it in his hand, looked around, then shook his head and said in disgust:

"The Book of Human Skin, the old school, the evil products that evil people use to preach distorted doctrines...evil and evil just for evil, really disgusting, I hate this stuff!"

Talking, he got on the black carriage prepared for him by the death knights. At the moment the carriage started, Tyrion waved his hand and said softly:

"It's a group of pirates who kneel there? I can smell the **** smell of them at such a distance. Such scum will not obey our new system with peace of mind, so what else do they keep?"

"Ding Ding Ding"

The low horse bell sounded along with the slow progress of the carriage. After the carriage disappeared into the port, the Ayr knight riding on the skeleton warfare waved his hand, and the death knights behind him carried their weapons to those who did nothing evil. Pirates.

Falcon Town, a town in the southeast of Drustvar. This is one of the few towns near the sea in the Drustvar region with high mountains. When the weather is fine, stand on the port of Falcon Town. In the distance, you can see Boralus, the most magnificent city of Kul Tiras, the sovereign center of this island nation.

But as far as this town is concerned, it is not much different from other towns in Drustvar. Outside the town is a dark and unknown coastline, just like this rugged land, which is filled with superstitions inherited from ancient times. The signs of poisoning and witchcraft have infiltrated the town without any awareness.

The residents here decorate the unspeakable brick-wood houses with copper-green roofs and rain sheds. The amber window glass always shines from the inside because of the local humid climate, and those dotted in the houses The anchor emblem on the ship represents the important role of the sea in the culture of Kul Tiras, they are the people of the sea.

In the middle of the town of Hayashi Town, there was originally a huge and weird statue similar to a scarecrow made of dead bones and trees. Some people said that it was to avoid the black magic of witches from harming civilians, but in fact This sculpture itself is a masterpiece of witches. They are hidden in the crowd, bewitching the construction of this thing in the town, so that their black magic can pass the sculpture and enter everyone's dream every night.

Tormenting them, driving them crazy, and creating chaos...Witches like this tone, even though they themselves don't know what it is for.

And now, the sculpture has been ignited by the fire, and the crazy flames engulfed the black magic constructs. In the roar of the townsmen’s passionate roar, several were dismantled in disguise and **** with magic branches. The ugly witch was also pushed into the fire under the push of the battered druids under the push of the strong and powerful townsmen.

Tyrion stood on the hills outside the town of Hayabusa, looking at the ignorant people who sang the Druids around the wither because they burned the witch, and his eyes sparkled with ridicule.

"In the past ten years, residents of Falcon Town and Xiaowan Town have burned at least 40 people... and the most ironic thing is that until today, they have burned three real witches for the first time."

The witch, wearing a long black hood, stood obediently behind Tyrion and told the story of this dark earth to his majesty.

"I was born in the remote town of Arrow Valley. Your Majesty, I also faced such a dilemma. People say that I am a witch, and they will burn me, but in reality, it is just a prank of the witch hidden in the crowd. .. the people lack eyes that can really see the truth, they are always blindfolded by gossip, and push the poor girls into the fire by hand..."

"Good people have done good deeds, but they died because of darkness... They are cruel!"

Listening to the witch's painful memories, Tyrion asked softly:

"Do you hate them?"

"No, I don't hate it, Your Majesty, they are also deceived, just like me."

The witch Willie was reluctant to see the festivities in Falcon Town. She turned her head and pointed to the depths of the dark red forest in the distance:

"The entrance to the Blighted Realm is there. Your Majesty, that is where the ancient Drusts tried to build their "human hell" in this world. Until now, there is still the magic of darkness. Many witches are in us. All of them ran away here... they tried to use the dark magic here to dying."

"You should hate them, this is the emotion that humans deserve."

Tyrion turned to the dark jungle and to the legendary ruined realm. He said:

"You should hate their ignorance and cruelty. You should hate the ancient superstition that hangs over this land. You have lost your direction. Welle, I know better than you. You need to find something to hate, Most importantly, hatred guides you, finds you... the way forward, hates it, and then removes them."

"You have joined the dark blade, you must understand the mission we undertake... our appearance is not to destroy and destroy, we are fighting to make this world better, hold your weapon, it can give you Power, remove the scum that pollutes the world, such as witches, such as superstitions."

"Forget the past, but don't forget this hatred, you have found your meaning in existence."

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