Azeroth’s Death Track

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"He is now in the Northland Continent, and under the control of the demons, he has established his own undead forces."

In a mansion in Midnight Garden in Stormwind City, the death lords who could rush to this place lined up in chairs, and in front of them, Tyrion was calmly telling the latest story of Ner'zhul.

And below, the lords sitting on the chairs all had their eyes widened or a surprised face.

This is not to blame them. The territories and Ner'zhul are buried too deeply, to the point where no rational undead dare to think about it.

"So now he takes the initiative to contact you, does that mean..."

The big lich Khadgarmo held his chin and asked softly:

"Meaning, the devil is coming? Come here? Come to Azeroth? Also, does their arrival have anything to do with our appearance?"

"The devil will come sooner or later, regardless of the presence or absence of the Dark Blade, the expedition of the burning worlds will not stop. At least it will not stop before destroying all the worlds with star souls. Azeroth is indeed special, but in the burning expedition It’s not too special in its journey."

Tyrion spread his arms and looked at the death lords below with different eyes, he said:

"According to the news from Ner'zhul's adventure, the demons have exhausted their patience, especially the great demon hidden in the twisted void, Kazak's failure in the world of Draenor pushed the legion of the legion, Archimon Germany cannot accept the disgraceful defeat, he desperately needs a grand victory to prove himself to the Dark Titan."

"The pioneers of the Legion of the Northland, the undead Scourge under Ner'zhul, are already preparing to invade the eastern continent from the north. They want to obtain important materials that can directly open the portal across the stars in Azeroth to directly tear the space wall, Put Archimonde and his burning army into this world, when the portal opens, and when Archimonde appears, that is our chance."

"Oh..."

Luminas uttered a nasal voice of enlightenment. She propped her chin on her hand and said softly:

"So you let our legions stand by in Arathi Highlands because you know that the human empire is about to face another undead legion coming from behind, they will help us destroy the last resistance of humans... wait, you Missing a very important point, is Ner'zhul's Undead Scourge and us, are we on the side?"

"The question of Lumi is very important. Who is a friend? Who is an enemy... This is directly related to the trend of the war."

Danas Trollbane was attending the Council of Death Lords for the first time. He stared at Tyrion with deep eyes, and Shen Sheng asked:

"Will you put any group of undead, unruly undead to completely destroy Northern Xinjiang?"

"Well, this is a good question."

Tyrion did not answer directly, he just said casually:

"When facing the devil, we are undoubtedly on the same side, but I can’t guess Ner'zhul’s thoughts, maybe after we work together to kill the demon, both sides will immediately fight, the enemy’s enemy, no It must be a friend, but no matter how this matter develops, the order in North Xinjiang will inevitably fall apart after this war. This is the only future I can be sure of."

"That's nothing to say."

Danus stood up and patted the dust that did not exist on his body. He looked at Tyrion, with a firm flash in his blue eyes:

"Give me all the command of the 13 battle groups, and within six months, I will capture the entire northern border for you... instead of watching the human being swallowed by the devil and the real undead monster to swallow the last one It's better to give you their future."

General Torbain rubbed his hands, and he glanced at Tyrion:

"At least you have a bottom line."

"Don't be so anxious, Darnas."

Looking at the undead general who had become active from laziness, there was a trace of play in Tyrion's eyes. He waved his hand and motioned to Danas to sit down. He said softly:

"For this matter, I have my own plan, and it is already being implemented. The most important thing is that this will be the most terrible crisis facing the human empire. Under the three-party offensive, I have been curious about this kind of extreme What kind of future will be promoted by the heavy pressure of the people? If they survived, it proves that they still have a future. If they cannot survive, then I will give them my future."

"Humanity must abandon all its weaknesses and start to fight purely for survival, and this battle will also determine the ending of the human empire."

"And, what kind of opponent do you think we are facing?"

Tyrion focused his attention on Danas, and he increased his tone:

"In the world of Draenor, in the face of a pioneer of the Burning Legion, in the case of occupying the absolute terrain advantage, the Dark Blade Knights also paid two-thirds of the lower-level undead, and one-third of the upper-level undead were killed by war. It has won the victory. The impact of that battle on us has not been fully recovered today. Do you think that relying on us and Ner'zhul can win the army from the demons?"

"Don't be naive! In this upcoming war game, you, me, Ner'zhul, and the human emperor are all pawns. Each of us does not have the qualifications and abilities to dominate the game. For that final victory, I have to save every useful power... As for human beings, I will help them when they are about to be destroyed, but that time also proves that their empire and civilization are not qualified to continue to exist."

"It's light! It's a demon who fears you and another undead that is purely for the purpose of destruction. They don't care about civilian casualties or self-restraint. They will use all means to extinguish the resistance. To achieve their goals in all ways, judging by the strength of the current human empire, they can’t win at all in such a pinch!"

Danath gritted his teeth and retorted:

"You are just sitting and watching them die!"

"so what?"

This time it was not Tyrion who refuted Danas, but the old death lord Glokus sitting in the front row. The orc stood up and looked at Darnas with an indifferent gaze:

"When disaster strikes, everyone should use all their strength to resist and look forward to the final salvation, just like a drowning person, who does not know how to save themselves will only drag the rescuers into the cold abyss, Dana. You are not a savior, understand this and recognize your identity. You are an undead. Like us, standing opposite the living, they don’t want it and don’t need your extra mercy!"

"If they can't even help themselves in desperate circumstances, then why do we, and why should we lend a helping hand? In your eyes, is it that the dark blade came to this world to do good?"

"But...but you promised that what you want to build is a better world!"

Darnas' outraged anger, he shouted loudly:

"You! Tyrion, you described the future to me!"

"I promised."

Tyrion said calmly:

"Wait until they show their value, until they are forged into steel in a flaming furnace, I will help them, but not now, there is no need for meaningless scum in the new world."

"How do you help?"

Darnas stared at the King of Dark Blades: "You want to persuade me to sit and watch my brother fall into hell, then you better give me a reason to persuade me, I want to see your action!"

"Then you think, under the circumstances of exposure, why should I arrange more than one hundred thousand werewolves in the Silver Pine Forest surrounded by three parties?"

The voice of the King of Blades has also increased a few degrees:

"Did your excellent military talents feed the dogs? Darnas, can't you see why the werewolves were left there? When they are in desperation, the werewolves will fight for them and finally transfer to The time of the dark blade defense zone...if they can last until that time, and they are willing to accept the new order of dark blade."

Danas moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end, in the indifferent gaze of the other lords, he seemed to have lost all his strength, slumped in a chair, and Tyrion arranged everything clearly. In vain, he also knows why he made such a decision.

At the moment when human civilization is about to be overthrown, they will really see the meaning of the dark blade under the pressure of double disasters. At that time, as long as the dark blade opens its arms, those who are forced to go out of the way can only Engage in Tyrion’s arms.

This is his real strategy. Contrast... In the face of real pure evil, the cruel order represented by the dark blade is the perfect destination.

He is waiting for a suitable time, and then let the cruel reality force mankind to make the final choice, the most important thing is that it will be a voluntary choice, and once mankind chooses this path, all the resistance, all they insist on Everything will be reduced to a bubble, they will become a member of Tyrion’s new order, and the original independent human civilization will be destroyed in a real sense.

No wonder Tyraine showed little interest in the attack on North Xinjiang, this conspirator, he must have known everything that will happen very early, and he has been waiting for this to happen!

But the most tragic problem is here, even if Danas knows everything, he has to admit that, under the comparison of the three parties, if the human empire cannot survive, then the dark blade...maybe it is really their last The perfect destination.

"Think about the benefits, my general."

Tyrion said softly:

"Maybe the human empire you miss can last? Maybe they will suddenly realize that all internal shackles will be cut off and the sublimation of collective wisdom will be realized. Every soldier is willing to give everything for the empire, and every civilian can bite They insist on the victory of the empire...they will truly break the barriers of race and culture, truly achieve unity in all senses, and exert all the powers within themselves."

"If they can do all this, maybe, they still have hope...how? Do you think that your former compatriots can't do it?"

There was a sarcastic smile in the eyes of the King of Dark Blades, and he patted Danas on the shoulder:

"Don't do this... give them a little confidence, just like me, always have "confidence" in them."

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"Boom, boom, boom"

The undead cannons lined up in front of the fortress in front of Torrent in Arathi Highlands. With a frequency that was frequently reminiscent of migratory bird swarms, the scorching shells were frantically thrown into the fortress in front.

In the explosive roar of those shells, the sturdy fortress masonry spattered wildly, and even the tough earth shuddered under such a bombardment.

"These undead don't want to occupy here! They just want to kill us!"

The soldiers hid in the deepest part of the fort, whispering, panic-stricken, on this crazy battlefield that suddenly started fighting and rained like rain, after the sky was completely controlled by the Necromancer, the reinforcements of Torrent Fort wanted to rush out to support Can't do it.

"Are the undead crazy?"

Lothar stood on the walls of Fort Rapids, looking at the fort lined fortress completely shrouded in artillery on the far plains. His fingers clasped the hilt, and beside him, he escaped from the failure of the Wildhammer Heights. Marshal Gathrese was still bandaged on his forehead, and he used his telescope to observe the movement in front of him.

"The frequency of such shelling, their shells will soon be used up, or is this a new tactic?"

Gathris asked in a low voice that Lothar did not answer immediately, watching the frequency of artillery bombardment slowly decrease, and the walls of the fortified fortresses were already cruel, and the undead at the rear surged forward like black tide. A human emperor gritted his teeth and said:

"Obviously, the commander of the undead has lost patience with the defense of the fortress. They have to tell us in this way that the castle cannot protect us... Now, let the cavalry rush out, and the fortress cannot be kept, but at least Bring our soldiers back!"

"Yes!"

The herald rushed down the city wall in a hurry. After a while, the gate of the Torrent Fort slowly opened, and a heavy cavalry steered the war horse, rushing down the castle's high slope. While the undead passed the fortress, the soldiers standing in the fortress We saw the arrival of reinforcements, and the original morale was restored. They gritted their teeth and started to fight back.

For a time, in the broken fortress, the undead and the human defenders were fighting for the position almost inch by inch, especially after the death knights also joined the battlefield, the intensity of that battle rose instantly.

"The artillery positions of the undead are moving, they are going to fire again!"

"Gryphon Rider, take off and blow up those forts!"

The commander's angry voice was floating on the city wall, facing the airspace completely blocked by the Crow, at this time he took off and ventured to blow up the undead artillery front, which was undoubtedly sent to death, but the brave wild hammer knights did not resist Anyone can clearly see the anxiety of the battlefield at this time. Once the undead are firing towards the area where the two sides are fighting, human defenders and reinforcements will inevitably fall into a cruel death trap.

And the undead... how can those guys who don’t have feelings care about their mistakes?

"Light! There is light over there!"

The Griffon Knights who had just lifted off had not yet fled the castle. Their leader shouted at the undead front. At the next moment, the commanders standing on the city wall also saw the flickering golden light, just like It was the light of the light suddenly surging behind the black tide.

"Reinforcement? No! No!"

Lothar's eyes widened, and with the blessing of Mage Hawkeye, he clearly saw a sudden presence of a paladin force, stabting into the back of the undead front like a sharp knife, and the dead were caught off guard. , They drove the war horses across the front of the undead artillery and threw a bundle of alchemy bombs into that position.

And the paladin headed in the quaint silver-white armor, the blonde hair, and his sword-slashing action, let Losa rub his eyes.

"Turalyon! How could he appear here?"

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