Azeroth’s Death Track

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The outer city of Boralus was already a beacon. The explosions that had shaken the mountains before completely destroyed the city walls. Between the bricks and stones splashing and the fire blasting into the sky, the beasts driven by the withers were instantly ignited by three points. One of these, although these wood behemoths are filled with flame retardant liquids, as plants, flames are still their most feared natural enemies.

Seeing that one tenth of the city was lit by this explosion, outside the skylight, the withers watched the cruel scene silently, and behind them, the captive soldiers trembled. Or, he would fist with furious anger and want to rush to fight with these invaders.

The loss of the undeads is also terrible. Except for a few lucky people, the death knights and undead bones that entered the city walls were almost completely annihilated. The loss of nearly ten thousand bones at a time is nothing, but the death of more than 300 death knights, It made Marshal Everly, who commanded the battlefield, exceptionally angry. A flame leaped in his gray eyes, and the fingers of the high-level knight jumped on the hilt. Next moment, a cold command was given.

"Let the skeletons speed up and detonate all mines in the city's waterways!"

In the blazing flames, the commander-in-chief of the Drustvar group said coldly:

"Since they don't cherish their cities and people themselves, we don't need to keep our hands anymore and ruin it!"

The necromancers carried out the order completely. After a few minutes, the first mine was touched, and a flame burst out of the water channel outside the city of Boralus. The dull flame under the water flow would be cold. The seawater pushed up into the sky, and the steam that evaporated instantly, accompanied by the explosion, enveloped the entire block, and then the second and third.

When Tyrion came outside the city of Boralus, the sky in the outer city was covered with smoke, all the waterways of this white port city were paralyzed, and the undead from the bottom of the water was even more Searching along the street in a hell-like city, the trembling civilians hiding in the room were driven out arbitrarily, and moved outward along the city that had been completely shrouded in war.

Weeping and desperate struggles resounded through the city, but no one pityed them.

"What a miserable..."

The King of Blades looked down at the barely spliced ​​corpse at his feet. It was the wreck of the great knight Cyrus. If Tyrion remembered correctly, in the original Nanhai town, he was still with this big The knight had a fate, but nowadays, it is no longer true.

"Dai Lin should feel proud... he has a loyal and fearless warrior like you, he is a lucky king."

Tyrion squatted down and reached out to cover a dark red energy of death on the invisible body. In the other hand, a blank soul stone was slowly entangled in the black flame. Filling.

"But now, you belong to me."

There was a smile on the face of the King of Dark Blades. He stood up and handed the purple stone to Al behind him. Shen Sheng said:

"I like such a warrior, converging his bones, sending him back to Karazhan, and letting Khadgar sew him. This is not a simple job, but I need a perfect Cyrus."

"He deserves such recognition."

"King of Blades of Darkness, my brothers saw it in the air. Outside the port of Boralus, a group of pirates was taking advantage of the fire and they were hurting civilians."

A crow in a wooden armor quickly landed on Tyrion’s body. In the light of Transfiguration, the leader of the Druid Blight, the tall druid who had previously argued with Tyrion against Tyrion Say:

"How do you deal with them?"

"Pirate? A group of lawless guys."

A trace of impatience flashed in the eyes of the King of Blades, and he waved his hands in annoyance:

"Like wild dogs, they are robbing us of the fruits of victory, Al, get rid of them!"

"Their bones will become the cornerstone of rebuilding the city, and their meaningless souls will become good consumables!"

The high-level knight turned his horse and didn't need much command. The elite knight followed him over the burning flame and rushed towards the port area. Tyrion walked forward, the cold breath extended under his feet, where he went, towering The flame was quickly extinguished, and then formed a white frost path. The tall druid wanted to turn around and left, but was called by Tyrion.

"I came alone this time without too many trusted followers, so the placement of civilians is left to you. If the wither wants to develop, he must seize every opportunity to promote himself, so I guess, You will not refuse this request, right?"

"Of course, we are happy."

The tall druid leaned slightly towards Tyrion and accepted the order, and the death knight did not stay there. He walked alone in the streets of the city of Boralus, with the horse bell skeleton war horse quiet Behind him, silent and empty in the surrounding alleys, long before the start of the siege, most of the city’s civilians were evacuated to the inner city of Boralus, which is tall and sturdy Proudmoore Fortress.

The fortress was the predecessor of Boralus, the inheritance of the Proudmoore family, and the home of the Kul Tiras Naval Academy. It was a real fortress of war, filled with sufficient human and material resources. Next, it is not easy to break it.

But Tyrion is not in a hurry. He did not come to break Boralus. The secret of the Blighted Realm has been discovered. Attacking the city is just the end of his trip to Kul Tiras, just like in The heavy forging hammer falling on the iron felt and the fall of Boralus will make the human empire more united. This is what he wants to see.

Forced Losa to take the initiative to attack, sent new, qualified, and excellent soldiers to his army, and then buried the human empire completely in a glorious war that determined the life and death of the empire, and the new order of the blade, Spread across the entire continent.

Everything went so smoothly, which also gave Tyrion a good mood to travel around the city.

But as he passed the former Boralus Port Authority, Tyrion's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he looked back at the already lit ruin, which he could feel under the collapsed brick , There is a weak life.

"boom"

The collapsed heavy stone was kicked away by the King of Blades, he waved his hand, and a cold heavy wind hit the flames of the ruins, extinguishing the flames, Tyrion stepped forward, and the cold ice His palm condensed into a heavy two-handed sword. After two waves, the gravel blocking the road was completely cut open, revealing a road leading to the basement of the Port Authority.

The ice sword in the hands of the King of Dark Blades suddenly shattered. In the cold ice shrouds around him, he stepped into the dark tunnel. After a while, his figure walked back to the sunlight of Boralus. , But the scarlet cloak behind the King of Dark Blades has disappeared, replaced by a little girl wrapped in a cloak in his arms.

This little pity was probably forgotten here by her parents. When Tyrion found her, her arm was burned and she was in a comatose coma.

"Brother, take me... to find, father."

The little girl stuck her head with beautiful black hair on Tyrion’s cold armor. The infection caused by the burn caused her to talk nonsense repeatedly. Tyrion hugged the girl in his arms and he comforted softly:

"Don't be afraid, little girl, I will take you to your father...right, what's his name?"

"Cyrus... Grand Knight, Cyrus."

The little girl said confusedly: "He is a hero."

Tyrion's footsteps to move forward stopped suddenly, and at this moment, his good mood disappeared. After a while, he shook his arms slightly, exuding a cool breath on his body, so that the little girl could Enron fell asleep, looking at her tired little face. The King of Dark Blade looked back at the burning city behind him. He sighed and reached out to brush the girl's hair.

"Yes, he is a hero, but also a bad father."

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"There are 500,000 people in the fortress, and the materials we store are seriously inadequate. Once the undead are surrounded, we can only support up to 5 days. This is still in the case where the fortress is not broken.

Lord Ashvan and his chubby wife sat next to Queen Catherine, and on the other side of the table sat Lord Norton, the commanding knight, and Lord Stormsong, who came from the Stormsong Valley, Kultilah The most famous people of Sri Lanka are here, and Queen Catherine who presided over the meeting was wrapped with a thick bandage on her arm. This room exudes a strong herbal smell, which is also mixed with a trace of **** rotten smell.

Death knights’ arms are entangled with death energy. Being chopped means that they will be infected. The queen should be thankful that not a high-level knight who mastered the Necrotic Disease cut her, otherwise she can leave one at this time. Life is an unknown.

But under the current bad situation, the queen had to vigorously cheer herself up with a pale support, she knew that she could not fall down.

"The reasoning from Boralus to Stormsong Valley is still clear. The soldiers under my guard are there. We should first move the civilians to the valley, where they have not been threatened by the undead."

Lord Stormsong’s calm advice:

"My territory will become the entire rear of Kul Tiras."

"But Stormsong Valley will not always be stable, Lord, I want to remind you that on both sides of the valley, there is a coast that leads directly to the inland, and the coastline on the west is guarded by the Darin Fortress, but on the east, that It is almost a flat horse. Once the undead attack from the sea, with the military power of Stormsong Valley, even with the help of the tide sages, it is difficult to block them."

Lord Norton is a skilled knight of the bow horse. He was the knight of the last King of Kulturas. Trusted by the Proudmoore family, he gave his own advice from the perspective of a commander:

"So I mean, we can’t divert too many civilians to the valley, where there are only a few fortresses that occupy the topography. At this time, in the case of the fall of the Tiragarde Strait and Drustvar, we want a short time. It is not realistic to counterattack the island...I want to say that, everyone, we should consider evacuating the mainland."

"Are you crazy? Lord Norton."

Lord Ashfan rejected the proposal in one fell swoop:

"Not to mention that the only place that can accommodate so many civilians at a time is the wild land of Tol Barad. Secondly, we do not currently have a fleet capable of transporting civilians. The merchant ships in the port are blocked by those disgusting pirates. Now that place is occupied by undead, your thoughts are just whimsical!"

"There is also a fleet in the Temple of Storms, and there are some newly launched merchant ships in the shipyard of Stormsong...Although it is only a supply ship that we usually use to transport supplies, there is still no way to transport people to Tol Barad. It’s too big a problem."

Lord Stormsong stroked the black marine sculpture ring on his finger. He whispered:

"Under full load, it can transport nearly 10,000 people at a time..."

"not enough!"

Lady Ashfan quickly calculated on the paper with a pen. After a while, the fat lady raised her head and pessimistically said to others:

"All of our transportation forces add up, and it takes at least a week to reach two-thirds of the civilian population. Unless our fleet can return, this time can be greatly shortened, or, using the portal... I remember There is a teleport hall in the fortress, Catherine? Catherine, how are you?"

The call of Lady Ashfan pulled back the thoughts of the distraught queen. After being injured, the stubborn queen has been a little bit of a soul. In the eyes of everyone, the pale-faced queen said softly:

"A teleport hall does exist, but it is too inefficient. It is a small portal and can only pass up to 5 people at a time."

And between the conversations, the door of the room was pushed open by the guards. A white-bearded sea tide sage walked quickly into the room and handed a letter to Lord Stormsong, who held it in his hand. Opening, a burst of light suddenly burst into his eyes.

The Lord stood up and handed the letter to the queen. He looked at the others and said confidently:

"You don’t need to worry, the 1st and 2nd Fleet have sailed along the east coast of Stormsong Valley, loaded with elite soldiers of the empire. Soon, they will reach the Tiragarde Strait, our king ...came back!"

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