Azeroth’s Death Track

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This world, all worlds, are moving forward according to a specific trajectory. Countless facts have proved that in a normally developing world history, every hero who shines endless light in a major event will eventually be silent. Forgotten in time.

This world does not revolve around a specific character. No one will live or die, and it will not change the trajectory of the world. Even the time line guarded by the bronze dragons who have been quietly searching for traces, there are countless branches that represent Unpredictable features of the future.

Just like the news that Quel'Thalas, the Sun King and nearly a thousand Phoenix Guardians are missing, in the battle between Quel'Thalas' life and the undead, neither side can choose to retreat.

In fact, no one can back off.

On the southeastern coast of the city, on the ground around the rune stones that were destroyed at the beginning of the war, the surging undead have completely occupied this coast, and the elven towns near the sea have been looted. They even Close to the sanctuary on the edge of Yongge Forest.

These sanctuaries are very important magic nodes for the enchantment of Bantirenol, and are more important than ordinary rune stones. Once several sanctuaries fall, it means that the mysterious enchantment of Bantirenol will be completely destroyed, this suffering The earth will lose its last refuge.

But the battle around the sanctuary is not worth mentioning compared to the battle inside the Silver Moon City... The high elf started construction from the beginning to this time, and it has completely occupied this piece after 6800 The megacity with a quarter of the earth's area has now been completely divided into two areas.

In the east of the city, from the Commodore Square to commemorate the Rangers, to the Royal Exchange of the Golden Age, the urban area, including most of the shopping streets, has fallen under the control of the undead in the North. The building with strong elf style has been transformed into a ruin filled with smoke under the ravages of several crypt lords and brainless corpses.

There are no signs of life in these ruins. All the citizens living in them have been turned into their members by the undead. These cursed undead are hobbled under the control of the only will in their minds, such as Mercury diarrhea rushed from every street to the day-to-day king's court.

The block still controlled by the high elves is centered on the Sunfury Minaret. Under the vigour of the Firewing Legions, the magic enchantment that covers a half of the city is working. This knot The world is like a high wall set up in the city, preventing any undead from invading the territory of the living.

From the Sunfury Minaret to the south, a trace of corpses and ashes divided the city in an uneven way. Those civilians who had escaped were waiting to be transferred within the enchantment, and there were also scattered dead outside the city. In the case of the army, allowing civilians to leave the city on their own is simply to allow them to embark on suicide.

The guards are on the intersecting lines of defense. In addition to the Rangers Rangers who rushed back from the front line, there are the Silver Hand Paladins from Stratholme District, who have the burning power of purification of the Holy Light in their hands. For the undead, it is more deadly than the magic and arrows of the elves.

"Different, completely different."

On a line of defense in Silver Moon City, a silver-handed veteran waved his warhammer, and threw his eyes over the thin, brainless, barbarian elves walking to the ground, his left hand waved down, The holy light radiating with golden light hit the struggling corpse, and almost instantly ignited his cursed body.

Between the ash splashes, the paladins beside him roared forward, smashing the undead with a heavy shield, and behind them, the rangers took arrows from the holy bucket around them, each arrow Can ignite a running body.

"It's too easy."

The veteran of the Silver Hand sighed and said to the recruits around him:

"Compared with the hard-to-leak dark-blade undead in Southern Xinjiang, these undead in the North are really too weak, and they are not at all a level."

The recruit had obviously not participated in the war between Arathi and Khaz Modan. He grabbed the war sword with both hands. Several swords cut the spider demon spiked on the ground with arrows. He turned his head and looked at the time to drink. Veteran, he asked curiously:

"Old Burke, tell me what happened to the Dark Blade Undead?"

"They, how to say, like these brainless walking dead..."

The veteran leaned on the warhammer and pointed at the corpse of the elf that was constantly lit by the fireballs of the wizards and the arrows of the ranger. He said in a nostalgic tone:

"This kind of fragile walking corpse is impossible to appear in the Legion of the Dark Blade. Let me put it this way. Those Dark Blade Undead, the lowest-level skeleton soldiers, they are completely in the form of skeletons, but they are equipped with steel. Armor and weapons, each of which has about the same strength as you, and they have no flesh, and sharp swords have no meaning to them."

"boom"

The veteran lifted the warhammer and knocked a spider magician who had drilled out of the ground with a hammer. He turned back and said to the recruit:

"Warhammer! Heavy weapons are the best thing against them. The bones are more resistant than these walking corpses, and they move much faster than them. Under the command of the death knight, the bones can even perform some simple tactics. Rookies, look at the dead people in front of you, and they will only rush over and be killed."

"You may not have seen the death knight...we said as we walked."

The veteran Burke waved his hand to the recruit behind him, and the group of people were quietly under the cover of the archer, approaching a tall figure, roaring outside the position to seek the Frost Vrykul who was looking for a challenge, this tall figure of the undead veteran also I haven’t seen it, but reason tells him that this thing is not more dangerous than the dark knight death knight.

"I heard that the death knights are similar in appearance to humans, but they can not only ride horses like knights, but also use some horrible black magic."

A recruit whispered that the veteran shrugged and turned back:

"That's not the black magic of the country witch, it's the necromantic magic, we fight with the light, they fight with the energy of death, the thing is similar to the light... but it hits you, either cold or corrosive , In short, it’s not a spell that can be used by living people, but also their rune weapons, very strange..."

"But the most important thing is that those death knights are wise, this is their most terrible place, he can think like normal people, which means they will not actively step into those obvious traps, and they They are dead, they will not be afraid."

The veteran seemed to remember some bad memories. He looked ugly and said:

"In a cluster charge led by a high-level death knight, unless you directly defeat the high-level knight, those lower-level knights and skeleton infantry will not stop fighting."

While speaking, the veteran gestured towards the elf rangers on the front. At the next moment, the arrow with the holy water roared and shot from the rear of the position, catching the roaring frost Vryku by surprise.

At the moment when the tall undead was in embarrassment, the veteran seized the opportunity, just like a lone wolf, leaping down from the height, the warhammer in his hand shone with a blazing glow, and a hammer hit the frost Vrykul. He jumped on the ground and shouted to the nervous recruits behind him:

"Pull! Pull it down!"

"Oh, uh"

Three chains hit the retreating Vrykul from three directions. In the roar of the recruits, the tall half-giant was pulled down on the battlefield in a roar, and it struggled frantically. A veteran who had experienced the battle of Arathi coordinated with each other, and rushed to his side with a weapon, when a small bucket of concentrated holy water poured on the guy's face.

The remaining knights seized the opportunity to output frantically on the body of this Howl Frost Victory. Only a few seconds later, the head of this powerful Frost Victory was crushed.

"Fur... This is much better than those cunning high-level knights. Although the number of Dark Blade Undead is small, each of them is a difficult soldier. These... These North Undead are huge in number, but more like It’s a resurrected civilian, so to speak, if today’s attack on Quel'Thalas is the legion of Tyreon’s cub, we will have to fight hard, and even prepare for the annihilation of the whole army."

Old Burke wiped the sweat on his forehead. In the eyes of the recruits, he smiled, looked at the battlefield behind, and waved his hand:

"The long-eared elves seem to be able to hold up. We returned to the front line and rested for 10 minutes, and then went to the city to take a look. The big knight needs more samples of the undead. We have to find some more."

"The number of undead in the city has reached a staggering 370,000, most of them are resurrected dead, the tombs near Silvermoon City have been hollowed out, plus the undead cruising outside, their number is growing crazy, but ..."

Archmage Romans, who lost an arm in Kazmodan, looked haggard, but the radiant light in his eyes was nothing like a fragile old man. He stood at the top of the Sunfury Tower, overlooking from a height On the battlefield, from time to time, the scorching flames of **** were sprayed in front of those defensive lines with great pressure.

Behind him is the pale-faced Prince Kael'thas.

"In the battlefield without those tall Vrykul undeads and frost dragons, or crypt lords, these strange undeads are not as attacking as the dark blade undead in Arathi Highlands... compared to me in Kazmo The death knights attacked by Dan are even worse."

The mage whispered:

"This is a force that has a completely different way of fighting from the dark blade undead. It seems that they seem to rely solely on quantitative superiority."

"In other words, can we stand up?"

The prince's eyes narrowed, and among those beautiful green eyes, a bit of hatred shining, he said softly:

"How long can Silvermoon City persist?"

"Based on the current situation, we can persist for a long time. This undead's high-level combat power is too little. As long as we withstand the pressure of the local battlefield, those slow-moving corpses will not pose too much threat to us. The high mobility of the Rangers just happens to restrain these walking bodies."

The Master's thinking clearly analyzed:

"The long-term premise here is that the undead will not use other moths... wait, what is that?"

The surprise voice of Archmage Romans made Prince Kael'thas also couldn't help but look back, looking from the highest Sunfury Minaret in Silvermoon City towards the sea. On the coast full of undead, a strange green color was taking The speed spread to the naked eye.

"That's... that's a plant?"

There was a little surprise in the prince's voice, and the undead seemed to find the strange power spreading from under the coast. Under the gaze of the mages, the green plants were like a spread carpet, under the blessing of some kind of power. , Spreading from the coastline towards Quel'Thalas in a gesture of engulfing everything.

"They are... eating those undead! Unbelievable!"

The voice of Archmage Lanaser was a little more fearful at this moment. In their gaze, the undead corpses that were standing in front of the spread of the plants were jammed together, and even before they were scattered, they were covered by the overwhelming green plants. ".

The walking corpses struggled forward on the green "carpet", but were surrounded by the green grass on the ground. They couldn't even make a horrified roar, they were dragged and covered by the vines protruding from the ground. Then it becomes the "nutrient" of the new plant. The scene once engulfed by the forest activated by the forest spirits in the Northern Stranglethorn appeared again in Quel'Thalas.

But the difference between the two is that the forest activated by the forest spirits only covered the Northern Stranglethorn, while the forest catalyzed by the growing species of life is enough to completely cover the entire Quel'Thalas... The core of the hair has been taken away by Tyrion, but the energy remaining in the trunk of the plant burned by flames is enough to complete this "natural revenge."

The plant is alive! They are killing souls!

This scene made everyone who noticed it feel inexplicably frightened. No one knew where these crazy plants came from, and ignorance of a certain existence always made people feel fear.

On the side of the undead, the voice of the supreme Lich King also sounded in the minds of the high-level undead who were always paying attention to the battlefield of Silver Moon City:

"Plants, huge energy of life erupts at the bottom of the sea. Before it stops, the mad plants will not stop eating everything, everyone...transfer to the southeast coast!"

"fast!"

The Lich King’s Undead Scourge is much more obedient to commands than any other legion in this world. At the moment the Lich King’s command was given, the undead who were madly attacking the high elf defenses were almost the same. Too much, under the guidance of the will in my mind, head towards the rift in the southeast of the city.

This scene left the soldiers on the front line for a while, and Prince Kael'thas looked back at the green "carpet" that spread inland, and the forest of big trees that had grown up by the sea, far away from the sea. , That is still burning Quel'Danas Island, a feeling of powerlessness enveloped the prince's heart at this moment.

After a moment, his fingers waved weakly.

"Evacuation..."

"Your Highness! We can't give up Silvermoon City...this is..."

"If something makes the undead feel fear, then we have enough reasons to fear it. The city is not important, the history of the high elves is not just a city, the people...our people are the most important."

Kael'thas. The Daily Sun clenched his fists:

"Evacuation! Withdraw the rest of our people from this land that has become dangerous. I have lost my father. I do not want my people to suffer this kind of suffering."

"I... I'm left with them."

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