Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Block every gate! No one is allowed to leave!"

Uther, riding on the war horse, rushed into Stratholme with a large group of knights, and violently took the command of the city defense general. Under the command of the knight, the paladins quickly pulled up at the gate The guard band, and the mages of Dalaran following him, rushed to the city head, as Kael'thas did in Andorhal, using flames to disperse the poisonous mist in the air.

It is said that some orc shaman and Hinterland dwarf shaman who have been hiding in the king's collar have already set off. They will soon reach the Stratholme and Tirisfal areas, and use elemental spells to set off a storm, to eliminate this as soon as possible. A disaster of poisonous fog.

But Uther was more worried about his disciple, Prince Alsace of Lordaeron, who rushed into Stratholme alone, and did not know how it was now.

A few minutes later, the Grand Knight received a report from the city guards. He rushed into the business district alone, and in the messy backstreet, Uther saw his disciples.

Arthas, he was very embarrassed, with wounds all over his body, the heavy armor had been scrapped, and his warhammer was thrown aside. The warhammer was covered with traces of frost and blood, and he knelt from the half to the original Judging from the physical condition of Arthas in the land, he obviously had a hard fight.

At his feet, there was a corpse whose head was smashed. Even if the corpse had been purified by the Holy Light, it was still entangled with a thick breath of death. Obviously, this was not a simple corpse.

"Alsace, are you okay?"

Uther jumped off the horse and approached his students. Arthas heard the voice behind him. He raised his head, and on the tired face, there was a hard smile:

"Teacher, I'm fine... I just, I'm just a little bit depressed."

The young paladin tried to stand up from the ground, but he just straightened his body. The tear-like pain from his legs staggered the prince’s body. Uther reached out and held his disciple, holding When Arthas had an arm, there was a bit of cold in Uther's hand. Looking closely, the prince's arm was covered with frostbite, and there were frozen wounds on his body.

He won't be easy.

"This is Baron Rivendell, a mentor. He has invested in the dark side to save his son..."

Prince Alsace whispered:

"But he finally repented, it's a pity... unfortunately a demon forced him into a death knight, just before my eyes, they deceived him, those hybrids, they blinded the baron's mind with evil magic."

"But I can't save him, mentor... I'm too weak, my strength is not enough to change these things, I... I'm too incompetent, I can only watch this happen."

Looking at the pale face of his disciple, and the swaying will, there was a trace of worry in the eyes of the Grand Knight. He helped Arthas turn around and left the battlefield. He whispered:

"Alsace, I know how you feel. When we beat the orcs, I hated our weaknesses countless times like you, but...but once in the battlefield, we can’t choose anything actively. Will heal us, what makes us complete, what makes us have goals, do you understand? When you are at a loss, I hope you think about it, where does your consciousness come from?"

"consciousness?"

The young prince looked at his mentor. Uther nodded to him. The knight raised his head and looked at the slowly falling sky. He said softly:

"When I first went to the battlefield, I had the honour to fight with Emperor Lothar. He was still a marshal at the time. After a certain injury, I was weak and scared. At that time I was very young, just like you, then He told me that a real warrior must learn to listen to pain, whether it is his own pain or the pain of others."

"Because pain is both the most knowledgeable historian and the most accurate divinationist, pain teaches us to recognize ourselves, our limits, our deficiencies, and motivate ourselves until we reach our goal of enlightenment, you People, the people around you, Baron Rivendell, Orix, the dead of the innocent, these are all your pain and your consciousness."

"I can’t tell you directly where you are going, Alsace, but you are a smart kid, I know you will one day be a hero who reverses everything, but I also admit that war is sometimes difficult, and we often If you feel like you are dying, you will feel like you are about to fail, but...if we haven’t faced the pain and understood the pain, how can we free ourselves and save ourselves for life?"

The Grand Knight reached out and patted Alsace on the shoulder. He said to Alsace with a voice of encouragement:

"Don’t doubt justice, when evil is truly victorious, good people start to doubt themselves and others, stop standing up, and fight for justice...you are still fighting for it, because of your fight, the entire Stratholme To be able to continue to exist after the dark conspiracy was broken through, many people avoided terrible death, so you won, justice has not died, you did well, Alsace, my disciple, leave the rest to Me."

The young prince shook his head. He whispered:

"But it's not enough. Stratholme is just a node, it's not the source of the problem, and...be careful of the grains, mentor, and before the death of the baron, I told me that some grains in the city have problems, which is also For those dark demons in the second phase of the plan, we better burn all the grains."

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"Undead Scourge started in northern Xinjiang, but I heard that it was not going well, and some people stopped the plague cauldron they released in time."

After the death of Nassa, the intelligence system of North Xinjiang was managed by the raven assassin crow, but after the Quel'Thalas incident, Tyrion asked the crow to start evacuating the latent personnel of North Xinjiang, where it will soon become The battlefield of the "Disaster Day" decisive battle is no longer suitable for those born to die.

The return of the last batch of Dark Edge agents disguised as businessmen also brought back a heavy message for the Dark Edge Legion.

In the hot passage of the heart of the molten fire, the sound of the forging hammer falling endlessly. The intelligence chief Crow and the recently idle death lord Lu Minas walked side by side. After listening to the description of the crow’s description of the situation in northern Xinjiang, the exposed Crow Minas said to the crow:

"Humans are doing well, their tactical thinking and execution are barely able to keep up with our footsteps, but to be honest, it is just to thwart the action of the undead natural plague throwing the plague is not a victory... Brother Crow, you should Clearly, the growth pattern of the Undead Scourge is different from ours, and the source of the Lich King’s soldiers is not limited to those brave soldiers."

"The tombs...the tombs all over northern Xinjiang are the main source of their troops."

The dead crow deflects the bird’s head, and his black eyes move flexibly. He tells his colleagues his thoughts:

"Indeed, the plagues of the undead natural disasters are only the first step, attracting human attention, creating panic, destroying order, and giving them time to awaken the dead. There are more dead people buried underground than there are living people on the ground. Much more...and so far, the human empire seems to have not realized this, and they have not "purified" the cemetery in the country."

"Even if they realize it, they will be out of time."

Luminas shook her head:

"The human empire is obviously using the method of guarding against the natural disasters of the undead. They are destined to be caught by surprise. In my opinion, the natural disasters are sweeping across northern Xinjiang, but this is exactly what we need. I heard that your next step is to release the werewolves trapped in the Silver Pine Forest...Can the guy Wolfe manipulate them?"

"Thirty thousand moonlight herbal medicines have been distributed in the past few years, and the command system of the werewolf legion has been set up, and they can accomplish any tactical task with great success."

The crow's dark eyes rolled around and said to Luminas:

"However, Wolfe asked me to ask His Majesty his ideas. He felt that we could seize part of Gilneas' land, and after "Disaster Day", gather those exiled northern Xinjiang refugees there and establish a temporary shelter. Ground, wait for all the dust to settle, and then send them to Nanjiang in batches. Unfortunately, Wolfe himself is not good at commanding large army combat. He means that it is best for the headquarters to send a general to cooperate with him. "

"Ok?"

Staying in the Black Iron District to accompany her husband, Luminas's eyes, which have been idle recently, are immediately brightened. Existing death lords have their own tasks, and they are accompanied by a new round of dressups for each battle group. At the beginning, the lords were destined not to take the time to leave the defense zone, but she was different. Since being taken away by Darnas, she has been seeking opportunities to return to the front line of the battlefield.

Gilneas, although it is a secondary battlefield, it is better to have a battle than to be bored.

At the thought of this, Luminas accelerated her pace. The high-heeled shoes under her feet collided with the steel ground laid by the heart of the melting fire, making a jingling sound, and the crow that succeeded coughed a little and looked around. Following Lumi, he entered the forging workshop in the deepest part of Molten Core.

After returning from Quel'Thalas, Tyrion has been staying here recently.

"Your Majesty, the evacuation of North Xinjiang agents has been completed, and those intelligence points that cannot be evacuated have also been installed with a certain force of Saerin blood or a knight who is proficient in camouflage to maintain."

The crow reported his mission, and Terion, who was standing beside the magma covered with orange light, nodded. He calmly looked at the lake heart island in front of the magma lake, where a black giant iron felt, wheat Gurney Bronzebeard and several black iron forge masters are forging a weapon with the help of hot magma.

But unlike the normal forging process, every time the forging hammer in the hands of Magni Bronzebeard hits, the long sword that will be formed on the iron felt will burst out of Mars, although there is magma from the iron felt The nicks in the center overflowed, but it wasn't the blazing bright Mars that burst out of the blade, but the black...points like the shining light of the dark stars.

And each hammer hit will resonate with a special power, like a whisper from the invisible darkness. When Luminas and the crow are near the magma lake, they can almost see the black iron iron felt with their naked eyes. The dark energy suspended above, at the moment this weapon made of Atama crystal and infused with the purest magic of the Sunwell is about to take shape, those dark energies are roaring, entangled in the molten fire, thinking To blend into that dark blade.

"Get away! Get away!"

Magni. The whiskers roared irritably for 5 days without sleep. He waved the forging hammer in his hand and pushed away the lingering dark forces. Every time the hammer was knocked down, the necromancer would use his body. The icy death energy used his own strength to quench the fierce blade in front of him.

Every weapon is a masterpiece of a blacksmith, and for a top blacksmith such as Magni Bronzebeard, he can’t bear his forged weapons to be inferior, even if it’s a blade created for demons. .

"Tear it, tear it"

The dark storm roared, and between the collision of the forging hammer and the blade, the power soaked into the space, and it seemed to be screaming to stop the formation of this epee, and the black iron forgeers around Magni had been unable to bear the forge The weird temperature around it, which is a mixture of extremely cold and extremely hot air, can only be withstood by a powerful death knight like Magni.

"Wine, give me wine!"

Magni shouted frantically, Tyrion's fingers crossed his waist, and at the next moment, the best bottle of blood wine was thrown at the master forging, who took it in his hand and poured the sweetness. Then he swung the forging hammer, exhausted all his strength, and hit the black sword with a hammer.

"boom"

Like a big bomb being detonated, the black energy was gathered in this endless thump, and then released in the last hammer beat, the invisible cold dark power was in the molten fire A storm of ghost claws converged in my heart, roaring as horrifying storms rolled up in the scorching lava lake, raging, seeming to destroy the demon blade.

"Click"

Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared in place. When he appeared again, he was already standing in front of the iron felt. Between the dark storms, the forged blade was suspended above the black iron iron felt. The beauty was shocking.

It is a long knife similar to the traditional single-edged sword, but it is a double-edged knife. There is a semicircular depression at the two-thirds of the smooth back of the knife. The dark gems that should be imprisoned inside are already endless. The percussion turned into a hazy light cluster, beating endlessly in the depression.

On both sides of the wide blade, the smooth sword is engraved with natural magic patterns. Only a slight modification is needed to become the carrier of the best necrotic runes, and its blade is not smooth, at the top It is a two-pointed counter-blade, which can easily tear the armor, and where the blade and the hand guard are connected are four thorns lined up together. The L-shaped hand guard stands upside down on the hilt. At the end, there is a moon-shaped carving like an upside down.

Tyrion stretched out his fingers, and in the endless dark storm, he gripped his fingers on the heavy blade hilt. It was not as reckless as the apocalypse, but this legendary weapon had its own pride, It was like a group of fierce horses, madly resisting the power of Tyrion, and the heavy death energy in the King of Dark Blades poured out from the palm of his hand.

Black, and dark red halo interweave above the knight and the sword, the halo is getting stronger and stronger. Magni. Bronzebeard clutching the hip flask, looking at the scene in front of him, frankly speaking He hopes that Tirion cannot tame this legendary sword, but on the other hand, he is very much looking forward to the legend he has built himself, which can become an undefeated symbol on the battlefield.

"Om"

A few minutes after the two held each other, the dark red halo finally won little by little, and when this dark greasy heavy sword wrapped up the dark red light, the dark storm entangled in the magma, also At this moment, it suddenly converged, as if it was absorbed by the epee in Tyrion's hand.On the dent on the back of the long sword blade, a black energy orb slowly appeared and began to emit... Black light.

"My Ashbringer..."

Tyrion stroked the cold epee in his hand. His finger tapped on the blade. Hearing the clear voice, he nodded:

"Very good, I am satisfied!"

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