Azeroth’s Death Track

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"They are coming."

Outside the only stone bridge connecting Tiragarde Strait and Drustvar, the Colonel of Proudmoore Admiralty put down the telescope in his hand, which was slightly pale under this slightly gloomy sky. In the sunshine of the sun, on the other side of the bridge, on the land full of dark curses and superstitious forces, a fearful and disgusting army is marching.

They were covered with black light, just like the armor given by the shadows. They appeared silently from behind each tree, and then, driven by higher power, moved away from their resting land and toward the world of living people. Along the way.

"Go and report to Ms. Catherine!"

The colonel grabbed the musket on hand. Behind him were 2,000 soldiers mobilized from the gate of Dailin. They were fully armed, holding halberd shields, Kul Tiras navy green robes and unique rounds. The helmet and that tall figure make them look full of threats, but both the colonel and the soldiers are well aware that once the undead cross the border, these 2,000 people alone can't stop it anyway.

The herald soldiers riding on the majestic seamane horses pulled up the reins and ran quickly between the hills and mountains behind them, from Drusvar to Boralus, the largest port city of Kul Tiras, which was a section The long road, but after World War II, some wild hammer dwarves moved to Kul Tiras, where they formed the Griffon Guards belonging to the Kul Tiras.

In the wings flapping in the sky, seven observation points from the Tiragarde Strait sent the news of the enemy’s arrival back to the giant city at the same time, and on the front battlefield, when the first trembling dead skeleton stepped At the moment when he was on the solid stone bridge, a glint flashed in the eyes of the captain of the navy, and his arm slammed down.

"Blow it up!"

"boom"

This stone bridge, which has stood between the two sides of the earth and has a history of more than thousands of years, was completely destroyed by the explosion of a large amount of gunpowder and the fire of bricks and stones.

The undead have no access on land, they can only hobble from the turbulent deep water to try to cross the narrow strait, but on both sides of the strait, the artillery that was transported to the secondary is already in place, in the commander's order The scorching shells screamed at the brainless undead in front of them. Every explosion caused a huge wave, and every explosion shattered the fragile walking dead.

But even so, the number of undead still increases.

In the past 3000 years, the dead who slept in Drustvar were awakened, and most of the converted soldiers in Drustvar, the number of enemies need not be asked, it will definitely be a despair for the living. digital.

It was like the white bones shook forward. Soon, the narrow strait was already covered with white corpses. The bones pouring into the cold water were huddled together, and even the water was blocked.

The soldiers of the island country have only heard of the undead frenzy on the mainland. In the stories of the merchants full of fear, the weak skeletons form a powerful army that no one can confront, just like the tide coming from the sea, crazy Overwhelm everything.

Once, the island country warriors who claimed to be the sons of the sea disregarded this. They were familiar with the real tide. They worshiped the tide. In their cognition, there is no power to be more terrifying than the angry sea, but now ... they saw it with their own eyes.

The tide sages who came to support the team formed a huge wave in the narrow strait, rushed the first wave of boneless undead on the Tiragarde Strait into the sea, and crushed them completely in a crazy vortex However, in less than 5 minutes, the entire canyon was once again filled with pale bones, and the omnipotent tide could not stop them.

Between the thunder and thunder, the dark clouds in the sky converged. Under the call of the tide sages, the lightning from the sky hit the strait. The blue current was like a greedy electric snake in the water, trying to devour everything, but ...Even such attacks like natural disasters still cannot stop them.

They are like the most silent stone, silent advance, silent death, silent use of their cursed life, to open the way forward for their fellow citizens, nothing can stop them fearless.

"Fire! Fire!"

The voice of the captain of the navy was hoarse because of his shouting, and his face was getting paler. All the artillery placed on the defense line had been aimed at the sea of ​​undead in the canyon, but even the hot shells were raining, But still can't stop the weak, but more united skeletons than living people.

At the same time that the first artillery was too hot to fire, a cry of exhaustion also sounded on the flanks of the formation.

"On the sea! Someone on the sea!"

The captain of the navy turned sharply and saw the other side of the coastline. Between the pale beams of light shining in the cloudy sky, a black knight was standing silently on the turbulent sea. Under the sky that became lightning and thunderous, the ghostly black knight rode on the majestic necromancer, and at their feet, the ruthless water turned into the strongest ice.

The sky has changed all the way...On top of the ever-extending ice, the ghost-like death knight started a silent charge, holding in their hands the two-handed war halberd that Druswar's guard army is best at, but At this time, the halberd haunted by the dark forces was already covered with beating rune runes.

"Turn the artillery!"

The commander of the coastline garrison shouted in a sharp voice, but the next moment the captain took a deep breath. He drew out the mottled command knife around his waist. Behind him, from the Proudmoore family of Norton Manor The knights have formed a charge formation.

"That's too late."

The colonel looked at the huge knight who came from behind, and he murmured:

"It's too late...Retreat! Tell Ms. Catherine about our defeat...Unless Her Majesty Dai Lin's fleet returns,...there is no hope for this land."

Everyone stared at the highest commander in the lineup. In his order, the artillery and infantry began to quickly arrange explosives under the command of the commander, ready to evacuate, and the sea tide sages chanted Teleporting magic.

At the next moment, the half-year-old navy captain suddenly raised the command knife in his hand and shouted loudly:

"For Kul Tiras! Charge with me!"

He was exhausted, his pale face shone with death, and behind him, the soldiers of Kul Tiras clenched their weapons, and as the colonel's horse rushed out of the camp, they followed.

The green Kul Tiran battle flag was inserted behind the knight, in the scream of the majestic sea mane warhorse, on the coastline that had been contaminated by the energy of death, in the wrath of the sea, the living and the dead knight did not Crashing together mercilessly, courage and cruelty, roaring and silence, the colonel roared left and right to fight between people, and the mottled command knife swept down in his hand, cutting the death knight's head into the air.

But at the next moment, the sharp and cold halberd pierced his heart from behind, and Marshal Avery Reed looked at the struggling colonel on his halberd, and looked back at the living people who had entered the portal. His gray eyes were full of peace, and in the sky behind him, the Valkyrie Valkyrie, flapping her black wings, had fallen to the ground. At her call, these warriors who had just died died one by one from the cruel Stand up on the battlefield.

Behind the death knights, the detonated camp exploded with dazzling fire, devouring hundreds of bones at once, but for the silent forward sea of ​​undead, this loss was almost negligible.

"Organize your equipment and follow me forward! Until the capture of Boralus!"

Marshal Everly Reed instructed the colonel in front of him. The colonel who was standing up again was a little dazed. He looked at his hands with gray eyes, feeling the strange power flowing in his body, feeling that A sense of paleness that was unbearable, he felt that he should be angry...but he had lost the ability to be angry, or, more pure reason forced him to accept the cruel reality.

After a few seconds, the colonel picked up his command knife from the ground and gently wiped the cold blood from the blade. Behind him, the sea mane horse belonging to him also stood quietly beside the master, but the blue The colored eyes have turned into a dreaded dark red.

"Ding Dong"

A bronze, sculpted horse bell was thrown in front of the colonel's eyes. He raised his head and looked at the death knight in front of him. The latter shrugged and said to him:

"Hang up, this represents the ringing of the arrival of death, a tradition of warning living people and dispersing civilians..."

A few minutes later, the jingling sounds rang on the deserted coastline. The colonel rode the war horse, commanding his knight, and slowly integrated into the cold and silent army in front of him, under the archless guard of endless bones. Like a white wave sweeping across the Tiragarde Strait, it slammed in the direction of the Darling's Gate.

At this time, on the wall of the magnificent city of Boralus, Ms. Catherine in a white robe put her binoculars down pale, as a land fortress that guarded the city of Boralus. With black smoke, the soldier in the fortress was struggling against the undead from all directions.

But the speed of the undead was too fast, less than 5 hours, and a quarter of the land in the Tiragarde Strait fell into their hands.

It is true that Kul Tiras, as a maritime power, did not deploy much military power on the mainland, especially when the Arathi Highlands battlefield on the eastern continent was triggered, many local forces were transported to the front of the empire. But now, at this most vulnerable time node, the cunning undead have caught them off guard.

Now that Darlene Proudmoore is taking the lead with Prince Drake, the director of Boralus is the queen of King Darlene, Ms. Catherine Proudmoore. Although this lady was born in the noble family, Her temper is as stubborn and persistent as Dai Lin, which is why the king will trust her country to her.

But now, Ms. Catherine's hands are clinging to the edge of the city wall, her brain is running fast, but she can't find even a way to save the door of Dai Lin.

"It's time to make a decision, ma'am!"

Behind Ms. Catherine, the former big knight, now the city port chief Cyrus, put on the armor again, holding a big sword, and defending Catherine, he said in a deep voice:

"The warriors of Dai Lin’s Gate voluntarily stayed there. Their sacrifice was to protect the civilians’ safe evacuation to Boralus. Don’t let the warrior’s sacrifice go to waste! Now, how to protect Boralus, Is the most important thing you should consider!"

"I'm at a loss, Cyrus."

Ms. Catherine said pale: "All this, came too suddenly. We just got the news yesterday that the undead might strike. Today, these undeads appear like out of thin air, occupying our land, slaughtering our soldiers. , And we...we don’t know anything about them. Didn’t the letter sent back by Dai Lin say that the call of the undead also takes time?"

The lady pointed hysterically at the smoke in the sky before her eyes:

"But look at now, Cyrus, look at that battlefield, they only called out hundreds of thousands of undead in just 2 days...how did they do it!"

"The low-level bones may not take too much time. I have noticed that there are very few death knights in this army. Maybe they lack the time to recruit powerful knights, but this is our chance! Lady!"

The knight analyzed with a calm voice:

"Despite the large number of skeletons, it is impossible for the undead to rely on the skeleton to break through Boralus. We still have two fleets that will soon arrive in Boralus Port, plus the two fleets under the command of His Majesty Darling, we only When the four fleets need to be gathered...At that time, the number of undead will be bombarded into crumbs by ruthless ships."

"No one can challenge the invincible fleet of Kul Tiras... neither can the undead!"

"Keep...yes, stick!"

Ms. Catherine calmed down slowly in the analysis of the Grand Knight. She looked at the land that was no longer peaceful before her eyes. She clenched her fists:

"The road from Tiragarde Strait to Stormsong Valley is still in our hands. We sent a messenger and asked Lord Stormsong to send all the soldiers to Boralus...and then send a signal to Tanred , To my son, tell him to bring our fleet back at the fastest speed!"

"Take my command knife, Cyrus!"

Ms. Catherine took a deep breath to calm herself down. She turned her head and said to the big knight around:

"Let all the soldiers go up to the city wall! I will stay here with them and support them until Dai Lin returns. My husband will not let us down. He has never let us down..."

"Kul Tiras will not fall, at least today, it will not!"

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