Azeroth’s Death Track

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On the battlefield of the Tiragarde Strait, the same weird things also affected Tyrion who came to the battlefield in person.

But that strange power did not erase his memory, because Tyrion’s cognition of the world was twofold, one from 300 years of experience and the other from the innate prophet. Consciousness.

He could clearly feel that the power wiped away all traces of the existence of Tenred Proudmoore silently from another dimension through a medium, and he could even feel the kind of wiping memory like a rag Movement and touch can feel the missing link in the memory. I have to say that this is an extremely clever force.

And it is quite powerful, but Tyrion does not think that the ancient **** imprisoned in the abyss, his "old friend", the demon of the thousand beard, Enzos, can use it at will, such as erasing Tanred’s memory, A medium is inevitable. Tyrion raised his head and looked at the lighthouse that had just been destroyed. On the surface of the sea, there was still some mist that had not dispersed.

He has enough reasons to be sure that Prince Tread. Proudmoore, the poor man, has fallen into the hands of Enzos... and he himself is the kind that erases everyone’s memory of him. "medium".

Perhaps his father, his mother, his siblings, and even his large number of people have forgotten him and his fleet, but Tyrion did not... In another memory, Tenred is still clear Exists in Terion’s mind, even though he has never seen the third prince of Kul Tiras.

"Marshal Reed!"

Tyrion suddenly asked:

"How many young people are there in the Proudmoore family?"

Marshal Everly, who had been transformed into a high-level knight, said calmly:

"2, Drake Proudmoore, and Jaina Proudmoore."

"Ah, very good."

Tyrion shook his head, and it seemed that the effects of relying on the medium had spread all over the world...The power of these ancient gods was really strange.

But the King of Dark Blades is also basically certain, Tanred is only imprisoned by Enzos in a mysterious place, he must not be dead, and he will live a long time...The reason is very simple, although the ancient **** is powerful, But it is not terrible enough to instantly manipulate all the souls of the entire world. With the help of Tenred as a medium, the "forgetting" effect is actually more similar to a kind of enchantment...

Any enchantment spell must follow the basic principle, that is, the core of the enchantment carrier cannot be destroyed.

Unless Enzos gives up the spell effect of continuing this "forgetfulness", Tenred will live well... and may not even be able to commit suicide.

"But that is the future."

The King of Dark Blades left this incident behind, and the King of Kul Tiras inherited that he did not care. The most important thing now is to break through Boralus and rule Kul Tiras on the island. Erase thoroughly.

"Maybe it makes them feel pressure, under pressure, either destroy or regenerate."

Tyrion’s eyes fell on the white walls of the harbour city in front of him. Boralus was a huge commercial port. Its urban construction was carried out around the bay. It was a semi-circle and enveloped the bay. The city also has waterways linked to the outside world, dense and dense, like blood vessels all over the city.

This design allows small merchant ships to enter more and more complex cities through the port, can effectively reduce the cost of commercial transportation lines in the city, and allows various areas of the city to be very effectively united together, but if it is in war , This design is very bad.

More and more city waterways need more soldiers to guard. In peacetime, these waterways are a paradise for thieves and robbers. When the war comes, these tunnels that cannot be fully guarded will become a nightmare for the city defenders. In the case of a serious shortage of soldiers, Queen Catherine can only order to place mines in the city waterways.

The use of this kind of weapon, which is wounded by both the enemy and us, undoubtedly proves the weakness of Boralus.

Behind the dense array of necromancers, under the command of the high-level knights, the skeleton undead lined up into the water. The undead did not need to breathe, so they didn’t need a boat to send them into the city. Next, he walked in. The mines laid by the Kul Tiras, Tyrion did not have to worry about it. He only needed to send skeleton soldiers to trigger them, and he could destroy the city from the inside in a very cheap way.

"Are you ready?"

Tyrion looked back outside the formation, and the busy blighted druids, the harvest witch Ort, was spending all their time to trace the secrets of the withered world, so it was some Thais who came to support Unfamiliar druids that Ryan hadn’t seen before, and their attitudes toward the undead were contradictory. On the one hand, they knew that the establishment of a new order of worship of the wither was inseparable from the siege of these undead.

But on the other hand, the disgust and fear of the instincts of the deceased in life made these druids who admired nature very uncomfortable.

"You promised us that you can't kill too many people! You can't destroy the cycle of life and death!"

A tall druid said to Tyrion:

"If you break your promise, the wither will no longer help you and your legion!"

The druid's tone was a little rushing. After he finished speaking, the knight of Ayr clenched the sword in his hand. He looked at the druid in front of him with indifferent eyes. He said in a deep voice:

"Pay attention to your attitude! Druid...you are talking to the King of Necromancers!"

"Okay, don't care about these details."

Tyrion himself was not angry or angry because of the behind-the-scenes hand that promoted the establishment of the Blighter. He was very aware of the thoughts of the Blighter’s top management, and the attitude of the Druid in front of him clearly represented only him...any organization There are internal power struggles, including the Blighter and the Cenarion Circle, which also have the same contradiction.

There are so many believers, you occupy more, it means I will lose some...

As for the contradiction between the Dark Blade and the Blight, Tyrion doesn’t worry at all. Once the forces of both sides start to set foot in Kalimdor, the Blight’s biggest enemy, the Cenarion Circle is the hurdle they can’t get around. At that time, when the brutal war of faith was fought, the weak and weak withers could only rely on the power of the dark blade.

Only strong enemies can make people truly unite... This is the same as the relationship between the dark blade and the human empire. While Tyrant is oppressing the human empire, he is also waiting for his own opportunity. Opportunities for the various mountain forces that have emerged within the blade to truly unite are actually very similar.

"We do not kill unarmed civilians, women and children."

Tyrion looked at the tall druid's eyes and said softly:

"If you don't believe it, you can move along with the army...just now, I need your Jing Jing beast to destroy the wall before me. Are you ready?"

The tall druid and Tyrion stared at each other for a few seconds, then quietly turned his eyes. He turned to the jungle behind him. After a while, with the shaking of the jungle and the earth, more than 30 huge Jing beasts carried behind them Druids and Lin Jing of the wither, rushed out of the jungle frantically.

And these locals have never seen it, up to 5-7 meters high, covered with heavy wooden armor, holding a wooden war knife, like a huge ancient mammoth like a mammoth. At the moment of its appearance, it has attracted Bo who has been paying attention to the battlefield. The exclaimed soldiers of Larus.

At the moment when the beasts roared and rushed towards the wall of Boralus, between the tremors of the earthquake, the artillery on the wall began to fire wildly... Any reasonable person can see that once these distant ancestors What a terrible consequence it will cause to approach the city walls.

"If there is a screamer to follow, maybe only a wave of charge is needed to win this city full of copper smell...It's a pity."

Tyrion rode on the Skeletal Warhorse, his finger was raised, and at the next moment, the finger flicked down and pointed forward:

"Keep up with them! Occupy this city!"

Behind him, the black knight who drove the horse forward was like a tide to the front of the battlefield, while Tyrion stood quietly, just like the most peaceful third-party observer of the battlefield, he seemed to be There is no idea of ​​joining the battlefield.

But believe me, this is actually a kindness for the defender.

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"boom"

The three-headed ancestor Jing beast, driven by the Druid Blight, from three directions, braved the bullets and rain on the city wall, and hit the same area of ​​the city wall fiercely. Their brutal and powerful forces vented to let The whole city wall felt the terrible shaking, and the impacted area began to peel off the bricks and dust under the devastating blow.

Some unsteady soldiers wailed and fell to the ground under the city wall. After falling from this height, they were almost dead, but they did not die. They were entangled in the waist by waving vines in the air. Then he threw it behind the city wall, where some druids were watching over the lucky prisoners of war.

Those who died in battle are attributed to the dark blade, and those who are alive let them live.

This is what Tyrion has said in person, so these living prisoners of war will be sent to Drustvar or Stranglethorn Vale after the war, and may become new blighters and may become Lin Jing’s “good friends” .

However, this kind of "flash of humanity" on the battlefield cannot change the cruel situation of the entire battlefield. After the Jing beasts have attracted most of the firepower, each corner tower of the city wall has a high-level knight climbing fast with the grip of death. In the haunting and eruption of red death energy, the cold frost covered the wall a little bit, and the brainless bones climbed the wall of Boralus in the form of "human wall".

The smell of ignited oil poured everywhere, and in the sky, because of the heavy use of gunpowder, it caused black smoke and even covered the sky.

"Call, call"

Queen Catherine was carried by several royal guards and rushed into the headquarters under the city wall. The strong queen personally cut down a death knight who climbed up the city wall, but was soon stabbed in the arm. I am afraid that after King Darin returns, he will meet his wife in a funeral way.

"Leave me alone, Cyrus! Walls, hold them!"

The queen, sweating and sweating because of the wound's corrosion, grabbed the knight's wrist, and she shouted:

"The city wall can't be lost! There are 700,000 people in the city!"

"Most of them withdrew into the Proudmoore fortress, Queen...the lack of naval gun support from the fleet and the city walls could not be kept."

The **** and dark grey knight Shen Sheng said:

"We put gunpowder on the city walls...the undead will not break through here so easily, but the next battle will be carried out in the Proudmoore fortress...the civilians still left in the outer city can’t control it. So much!"

"Knights!"

The Grand Knight ordered:

"It's time to use your life to fulfill loyalty, you must send the queen to the fortress safely! Go!"

After finishing the talk, the knight raised his long sword and rushed a group of soldiers to the scorched city wall. Behind him, the reserve soldiers and the wounded were evacuating in an orderly manner. The national wind of the island was tough, and the soldiers were Not afraid of death, especially when defending your hometown.

"Colonel Valentine!"

The great knight Cyrus looked back at the growing number of death knights and bones on the city wall, as well as the soldiers who were struggling bravely. He gritted his teeth and shouted to the young man behind him:

"I once worked with your father, colleague Valentin, we have fought against the orcs, he died very bravely, now, it is time to see if you have inherited your father's heroic spirit...with the brothers to evacuate the city wall !"

The big knight gritted his teeth, waved his sword, and kicked the subordinate knight who had hit him down the city wall. He shouted loudly:

"Leave the rest, the end, leave it to me!"

"Also, tell me Little Talia... I'm sorry I didn't see her grow up."

"General Cyrus, please let me..."

Colonel Valentine also wanted to say something, and saw the big knight grabbed the torch at his hand. In the smoke of the sky, the big knight turned back, his gray hair fluttering in the black smoke, he Looking at the evacuated soldiers behind him, he said softly:

"Go! Don't look back!"

"Ok!"

The eyes of the colonel were full of tears. He gritted his teeth and evacuated the walls with the last soldiers, and just after they reached the safe area, they heard a roar like a lion.

"Come on, undead cubs, come and see the courage of the Kul Tiras!"

"boom"

At the next moment, the sudden eruption of fire swallowed the entire city wall. In the explosion of the earth shaking mountains, everything was brought into the final silence, along with the death knights, undead, and Jing Jing under the city wall.

And... a real hero.

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