Azeroth’s Death Track

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"This is a conspiracy."

Dalkan Derashir stood on a high ground in the Yongge Forest. He looked at the Silver Moon City in the distance. From this direction, the tall walls of the Silver Moon City had been torn from the edge. In the fissures of the city walls, you can vaguely see the undead in the chaotic city, there are soldiers killed, civilians wearing robes, and some golems whose core parameters have been tampered with.

He has lived in the city for thousands of years, and is gradually falling into the hands of an ever-increasing number of undead natural disasters. Although every minute and second there are high elf mages and soldiers returning from the southern forest, but this is a cup of water. It can only delay the time for the city to fall, and on the southeast side of the city, the enchanted rune stones that he secretly found a long time ago are being destroyed one by one.

The constant fall of the enchantment stone has led to the increasingly poor suppression effect of the Bandirinoll Enchantment, and the pressure on the urban area guarded by the elves is also gradually increasing.

"Silver Moon City is over."

The wild Lord Sahrain reached out his hand and touched his smooth chin. Under the support of a large amount of blood, his body had returned to the state he had in his adulthood, and he had endless energy for him to squander, and he realized the power of blood Later, Dalkan knew that as long as he didn't go to death, he could live safely for many years...If he broke through some kind of shackles in his body, maybe he could achieve the long-dead state of immortality.

This could not help making Dalkan look forward to his life. He no longer observed the status quo of Silver Moon City. The life and death of those former compatriots had nothing to do with him. He turned around and was a person on the ground behind him. The high **** "crystal", the **** mother with the complexion of pain, was sealed in it. On the crystal clear crystal wall, he could clearly see the blood-red long hair wrapped in the body of Aurelia.

"clang"

Darkan reached out his finger and knocked on the blood-colored crystal in front of his eyes. This strange material made a clear sound, but it was not a physical seal. In fact, in Darkan's perception, the crystal in front of him was completely The extension of the blood-mother's self-strength constitutes a complex self-seal by the purest blood power, perhaps to resist the invasion of the Sunwell power.

"You are the key in my hand, the powerful **** mother."

Darkan stretched out his hand and stroked the cold blood-stained gems. He whispered in an obsessive voice:

"You hold the future in your hands, but it's a pity that you with such a powerful power are still bound by the emotions of mortals... but it doesn't matter, since this power makes you so painful, then give it to me. "

The voice of this wild Lord Sahrain is full of expectation and search, but even with such eagerness, Darkan is well aware that it is a difficult and complicated process to draw the unique blood of the mother Sahrain He needs a stronghold that can hide himself for a long time, and then slowly study the strength he desires.

Before that, he must leave Quel'Thalas with blood gems... Although Dalkan is not a general of the army, the life of the past thousands of years has given him unique wisdom, and the situation in Silvermoon City is no longer affected by it Controlled, even if the high elves can finally regain the Silver Moon City, those undead from the north will not give up so easily.

Although these Northland undead have the same life forms as the rumored Southern Frontier Undead Undead, their behavior style is completely two extremes. The Undead Undead can only arouse the warrior, but the Northland Undead has all the fallen lives All comers do not refuse, which means that the number of undead legionnaires in the North will continue to rise at a terrifying exponential level.

Regardless of the future of Quel'Thalas, this country will not settle down in the near future, and Dalkan can vaguely guess that these northern undeads landing from Quel'Thalas may not be just conspiracy to advance According to the current situation in northern Xinjiang, the land of elves, once the undead from the north rushed from Quel'Thalas to the Stratholme district in the hinterland of Lordaeron, the carefully constructed defense line of the human empire will collapse from behind.

"Once the undead joins the North and the South, the entire Northern Frontier will immediately face the danger of subversion, and the forces behind the fearful demon of Tikdios, the demon is coming...Tumbling, it seems that I have to leave this one first and be about to be warned The ruined earth is gone."

Dalkan's blood-red eyes shone with cunning light, and just a moment later, he made plans for the future, but just after he used the suspended magic to lift the blood gem behind him, he planned to leave Quill at the moment of the turmoil. When Saras was, among the mountains deep in the Yongge Forest, a hissing of horses suddenly sounded.

"Uh"

Darkan waved his hands, two active blood magics wrapped around his arms, and his slender fingers also instantly became like **** claws, although the power of the Saaring gave Darkan a similar resemblance to blood. Powerful manipulation like magic, but maybe some kind of instinct, when he is in danger, he becomes more favored by his windy figure and invincible claws.

The most important thing is to take away the life with your own hands, and feel the experience of a little collapse of the weak life in your own hands. The touch that stifles hope makes Darkan very fascinated.

Maybe he didn't realize that in the process of uncontrolled blood drinking, his original spleen was sliding to the edge of mania and uncontrollability. The kind of blood drinking brings a refreshing feeling that stimulates the deepest heart. Darkan was immersed in it and could not extricate himself.

Comparing each other, if the dark-edged Sahel is a group of self-restrained vampires, then Darkan is a bloodthirsty without any extreme. His appearance is very beautiful, but under the body, his soul is A little bit of distortion, from human to distorted to non-human.

"Da da da"

The low horseshoes were getting closer and closer, and Dalkan was becoming more and more vigilant. He could feel that the person was a living person. In the **** vision of Salin, he could clearly see a beating light approaching. He, maybe, is that paladin coming to die?

Thinking of this, Dalkan's mouth twitched with a smile. He stuck out his bright red tongue, licked his lips, his eyes gleamed with longing, and he couldn't wait to drink blood again.

But... a moment later, the strange knight who appeared between the woodlands made Darkan not act rashly, because the knight in front of him... was somewhat dressed, evil.

He should be a high elf paladin, as can be seen from the faint holy light beating around his body and the sharp ears outside his helmet. There are very few high elf paladins throughout Quel'Thalas, they It is a new occupation born after the orc invasion. A few years ago, the orc broke through the forest defense line in the south of Quel'Thalas, resulting in the displacement of many elf civilians, and many people lost their loved ones.

Every high elf living in Quel'Thalas has a very good magical qualification, but for a highly developed magical civilization like Quel'Thalas, the qualification does not mean that you can enter the combatant in this system. The role, that is to say, those high elves who hate the orcs want to rely on the power of the country to become stronger and then revenge, is basically not realistic.

In that case, many elves who could not see hope were summoned by the Knights of Silver Hand who entered Quel'Thalas. Soon, the first group of High Elven Paladins appeared in the Knights of Silver Hand.

Myra Dawnblade is one of these elf paladins. Of course, after entering the team with Draenor, he abandoned the power of the Holy Light and also got rid of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Darkan is very clear in this history, but the elf knight is not wearing the silver-white armor often worn by paladins, or the phoenix heavy armor worn by the elves. On the contrary, he is wearing a thick, rugged, carved Wearing black armor decorated with skulls and black thorns, with a full-covered mask, even the horses under the crotch are also covered with black harnesses.

From a distance, this guy is like a black knight with an uncharacteristic atmosphere, especially the fierce armor hammer behind his back. The terrifying weapon that gathered the war hammer and the blade also brought this slender black knight. A heavier temperament.

He seems to be carrying a lot of heavy things.

The Black Knight sat quietly on the war horse, as if he had no consciousness, but Darkan could feel that under the helmet, there were a pair of calm eyes, staring at him tightly.

"Who are you? Do you know me?"

For this kind of guy who is not easy to provoke at a glance, Darkan is not willing to rush directly to do a fight. The blood crystals suspended behind him are really important things. Therefore, while the two sides are facing each other, Darkan shouts loudly. To:

"Keep off! Cavalier, I have no intention to be your enemy!"

"Dalkan De Lahir..."

At the moment when Dalkan's voice fell, the strange black knight pulled Rama Rein. In the low hiss of the war horse, he jumped off the saddle and stood opposite Dalkan, under the heavy helmet, that The blue eyes of the living beings looked at Sarin in front of him, and he whispered in a dry sound, like two stones colliding and rubbing:

"You failed, shameful... failed!"

"Ok?"

Darkan frowned. He did fail. Whether it was the arrest of the Blood Mother or the political struggle, he was defeated. But this matter was limited to the upper reaches of Silver Moon City. How did this strange elf know in front of him?

"What did you say? Do I know you? Friend?"

There was a trace of impatience in Dalkan's voice. His ten sharp blood claws collided back and forth. He said in a deep voice:

"Hidden guy, who the **** are you? If you don't want to say it, just leave, I don't have time to play games with you!"

"Thirty-seven days ago, a letter was delivered to your mansion... there was a message of great importance to you hidden in that letter."

The black knight held the ice-blue piercing hammer behind his backhand. His vocal cords seemed to have been corroded by some kind of force, which caused his voice to sound terrible, like the sound of the abyss.

"I told you everything you need, my request is insignificant, but you... failed!"

"You! You wrote that letter?"

Dalkan's blood-red eyes widened, and then a strange smile flashed on his face. He looked at the black knight with his weapon drawn. His figure swept slightly, revealing the blood-colored gemstone behind him. The black knight made a "please" action:

"My friend, although we have never seen it before, you see, I have lived up to the important message you gave me. The **** mother is already in my hands. I know that you want me to kill her to reinvent the King of Blades. , I am also willing to do so, but before that, I must get what I need from the mother... You see, we are collaborators, I need you to give me more and more important information in exchange, When the mistress loses meaning to me, I am willing to pass her on to you!"

The wild Lord Sahrain made a series of deep laughs:

"You can deal with her at will, it's fair, isn't it?"

"bass"

The thick blue light slowly wrapped around the ice-blue armored hammer. Between the golden lights, the black knight gripped the warhammer with both hands, and in his blue eyes, a flash of murderous intention flashed by.

"Unfortunately, the cooperation has lapsed, because of your personal greed and shameful failure, I have to come in person to clean up this headache-making endgame, you are not a good collaborator, and I do not want all this Known by others... I am different from you, and my purpose of living is more pure. Before the rolling pain knocks me down, I just want to take Tyrion and go to **** with his lunatics.. .that's it."

"So, please die, Darkan Drashir! Take your cursed disgusting life... die!"

After the Black Knight’s armor, the two condensed wings of the light rose sharply, and the powerful power of the light circulated on the surface of his body. After a roar, this guy was like the bravest light warrior. As Dalkan flew over, the heavy armor-piercing hammer slammed the body of Sarin, but before hitting, in the dreadful laughter of Dalkan, his figure quickly turned into a black vampire bat, avoiding This powerful blow.

The strange figure of Salen appeared at the next moment behind the black knight. His staggered claws pulled out ten **** claw marks in the air, and with a fatal roar, grabbed the black knight's neck.

And at this moment, the black knight's left hand swayed back sharply, almost hitting a holy light bomb full of burning energy without looking back.

"boom"

Darkan’s figure was smashed by this sudden counterattack and flew out, as if he was out of balance. His body hit a big tree in the rear, and the heavy force of the heavy equipment broke the branch, breaking Darkan’s body. Threw into the dirt on the ground.

A moment later, the wild Lord Sahrain climbed up from the ground. He still had traces of burns on his face and looked very embarrassed, while the Black Knight looked at him with a disdainful gaze, holding the warhammer in both hands.

"You are still a mage, but you are trying to defeat me with poor melee skills. What gives you courage?"

"I have to say, compared to the Blood Lord of Dark Blade, you, Darkan, you are terrible!"

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