Azeroth’s Death Track

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Larer Teeth, this is one of the ancient Druids who participated in the battle of the ancients, he was active 9000 years ago.

After the failure of the demons to invade Azeroth ten thousand years ago, not all demons have left this world, and some guys who have received the power of demons remain in the darkness and continue to plan for their demonic masters. Conspiracy to destroy the world.

At that time, humans, gnomes, and dwarves have not yet been born. There are very few types of life in the world. In addition to trolls everywhere, there are elves, bearmen, wild boars, etc., so they are left to the demons. There are not many choices, when they develop the servant army, they often choose some unwilling elves.

The elves who voluntarily or passively receive the power of the demon will undergo great changes. Their slender and beautiful bodies are replaced by bloated and twisted muscles, and their beautiful legs are also transformed into recurved hooves. Purple or black mane grows, and the devil's long horns, and there is a tail that will continue to flutter.

These ugly and treacherous semi-demons are called "Sart" by the elves, which is a scorn for traitors.

But these hide-out Sartres, after hundreds of years after the demons were defeated, set off a great rebellion against Mount Hyjal and the world tree. They summoned many demons from the void to help the battle. At that time, the whole night The elves have not recovered from the battle of the ancients. They faced the rebellious Sartre and they fought very hard.

That battle caused many **** warriors to fall apart. At the most critical moment in the battle of Sartre, the Druids, led by Larel Fanghuo, were unwilling to be beaten passively again. With others, a dangerous experiment was carried out.

As we all know, the power of the druids comes from the wild gods they believe in. The gods give them the ability to transform and fight, but not all wild gods will give power to the druids, not because the gods are stingy, But there are some strengths that are too dangerous for mortals, such as the most fierce wild demigod, Wolf Spirit Goldling.

This full-blooded mane covered with snow-colored mane and walking in the forest like a lone wolf is extremely powerful, and the wild power it represents is also recalcitrant. Druids rarely pray for power from the wolf spirit. However, Lalar Toothfire and his companions, at the critical moment of seeing their compatriots being beaten back by Sartre, they accepted the dangerous blessings of the Wolf Spirit without turning back.

They became the world’s first werewolf druids, fierce, powerful, and fighting desperately. These werewolves druid from the wolf howling valley into the battlefield, at the junction of Felwood and Ash Valley, and those The unstoppable Sartre fought a desperate death battle. They fought in the Howling Valley for several days. Thousands of werewolves druid killed several times their own demons and Sartre, and finally forced the Sartre to flee. .

It can be said that without the presence of Lallaire and the werewolves Druids, what would be the ending of the night elves in the battle of Sartre, it is really difficult to say, but Lallaire's ending is not good, Goldling The power of the mortal is not controlled by mortals. These werewolf druids are too immersed in the killing, and also changed their minds. They began to attack all the creatures around them, even their companions.

Under desperate circumstances, the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage had to seal these out-of-control werewolves Druids in the deepest part of the Emerald Dream, and then ordered not to allow any Druids to return to the wolf. Ling Godling prayed for power.

But Larler did not die, and the druids would not die so easily in the Emerald Dream. In the seals of thousands of years, more than once a powerful mage had contacted these initial werewolves. It is said that Medivh had seen it with his own eyes. The unlucky human actor Wolf Wallace, who passed Laller and his companions, was the victim of Medivh's research on werewolves.

And the mentor of the lich Arugal, the master summoner Ur, and the last summoning before dying, also found the space where Larer was sealed. Under the instruction of Tyrion, more than a year ago, Aru Gao secretly returned to Gilneas, secretly summoned the dangerous wolf from the Emerald Dream, and gave him a moonlight herbal medicine that could effectively suppress the werewolf's power.

The Lord of Dark Blades is not doing good deeds. He and Lalear have reached an agreement. As a price of freedom, Lalele will help Wolfe integrate the werewolf forces of the Silverpine Forest. The Druid 9000 years ago After being freed from the werewolf's endless anger, he also agreed to this request, but he also needed Wolfe to help him find something.

Laller needed the weapons of the "sacred objects" in the hands of the night elves druids active in Gilneas, known as the "moon of the lunar gods". It was when he accepted Godrin 9000 years ago For the staff used for power, he needs that staff to free himself from the other brothers trapped in the Emerald Dream.

After learning about the survival of Laller, the blighters who were active in Kul Tiras also sent messengers, who wanted to invite Laller. Tooth to join the ranks of the blighters. Pleasant, but when Laller tried to grab the Moon Scythe from the night elf Druid, there was a little accident that caused the night elves to realize the release of the wolf in advance, so they almost immediately Returned to Mount Hyjal with the lunar scythe.

This made Larer angry, but he was still sensible in the end, especially when he learned from Wolfe that the demon was about to invade Azeroth again, the ancient Druid and Tyrion hit it off He will stay in Gilneas, where he joins Luminas and Wolff to resist the attack of the demon.

Although these old bones who have gone through the battle of the ancients are sometimes stubborn and difficult to deal with, their hatred and vigilance of demons in their bones have helped Tyrion a lot at this time.

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"boom"

A living bone twisted its body and wanted to get out of the pit, but just as it raised its head, a cold boot kicked on the decaying head, kicking the bone again. Back to the big pit.

"Burn them!"

With a slightly accented sound, the next moment, thick viscous oil poured down from the top of the corpse pit, and the young figure stood with the torch and stood beside the corpse pit in the gurgling sound of the liquid. With a strange smell of flame, it burned from this bone pit.

This is not a scene on a battlefield. In fact, this is the outer city of Lordaeron. It is a scene in the cemetery of the civilian area. The invisible dark power is awakening in the will of the Lich King. The corpses in the tomb are not awakened one by one. In the strange sound of the night, all the corpses in a cemetery will be pulled up from the eternal sleep.

The Lich King's "appetite" is very good, he does not care about the weak soul power remaining on these bones, unlike Tyraon's picking and picking, when the chaos caused by the plague pan incident has not yet subsided, Luo Dan The people of the Kingdom of Lun realized in horror that it seemed that overnight, they were full of brainless undead in the sunlight.

Although in the eyes of the soldiers, these brainless undeads are no threat when they are singled out, but to be honest, this scene is more frightening for civilians than the legendary dark blade death knight, although these two are not at all Comparability.

"Quick, next!"

Dranosh Saurfang, the orc chieftain who lived in the city of Lordaeron, was also busy with a group of militia in the cemetery of the civilian area, which shows the lack of manpower, of course, This is also because King Terenas has foreseen that bad things are coming, and he ordered that all tombs inside and outside the city be "purified" within a day.

And when the militiamen dug the cemetery, they realized that the situation was far worse than what they saw or thought... Underground, in almost all known tombs, there were awakened bodies, and for In terms of the bones of the weak civilians, the militia holding weapons can solve it even when they swarm, but the most difficult thing is the bodies of the real soldiers.

When the orcs invaded Lordaeron, many warriors who died in war were buried in the cemetery in the city. After the warriors were awakened, they still retained a part of the thinking of fighting. These bones are difficult for the militia to fight. And the follow of Saurfang Jr. is to prevent the militia from being damaged, which is completely necessary.

From the busy morning till now, the small Saurfang’s armor was covered with disgusting and foul blood, and even his carefully maintained battle axe was full of such corpse pollution, which made the young orcs very dissatisfied. , But there is no way. He lives in this city at this time. If he doesn't care, the undead swarm up, and it will be him who is unlucky.

"Be careful, don't go down, burn them with fire! Use a spear, don't use a sword! Fool, don't be dragged down!"

The orc waved his axe, and an axe cut off the head of the undead with a sword that had rushed out of the dug out of the tomb, and then kicked a militia that was too close to the foot, letting him escape the deadly rotten sword. Pierced, and in his roar, the militiamen picked up their spears and roared and rushed to stab them, finally reluctantly pushing the dead bones that had been rushed back into the burning flame.

But looking at the undead in the flames, Saurfang Jr. still had a very uncomfortable feeling. Although these soldiers died in the battle with the orcs, although they may still have the blood of the orcs on their hands, they After all, in the ancient battle of the orcs, in the ancient tradition of the orcs, Saurfang Jr. could not accept this blasphemy.

Of course, this may also be related to his father's experience, which is still the case in the city, and the situation outside the city is obviously worse.

"Dranos! Come on!"

When the young Saurfang carried the barrel of oil to another tomb, behind him, the cry of the orc in the mage's robe, Jolin, turned him back, and the orc gave a few words to the tired militiamen around him. , Walked towards Jolin.

"What's wrong? Yorin, didn't you study in Dalaran?"

Dranosh wiped his sweat and asked, "Is there any news to tell me?"

"Of course! Don't be busy with this bunch, come with me soon, Thrall and Garrosh are back."

Jorin said something, and pulled Dranosh to leave, but the young orc warrior looked back at the busy militiamen. He was really worried that the militiamen who had never been on the battlefield would face the weird ones alone. Undead, thinking of this, Dranosh shook his head, and instead took Yorin to the graves that had been dug.

"Whenever you see them, you can deal with these undeads first. You don't want to fall asleep at night and be awakened by these undeads, right? Exactly, your spells deal with them faster."

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After more than 30 minutes, Dranosh, who changed clothes, and the angry Jolin, appeared in a garden in the noble district of Lordaeron. He saw the food and drink sitting on the table in the open air. Er and Garrosh, beside them, there was a young troll looking at everything around him curiously, that was a raw face.

"Hey, brother!"

Dranosh shouted loudly, sitting beside Thrall and Garrosh in a polite way. The four hair-pins said hello to each other, joked, and hugged each other. They looked very good.

And after a while of clamor, Dranosh picked up a steak, and just wanted to eat it, somehow thought of the corpses he handled this morning. Thinking of the disgusting barbecue smell, he immediately lost his appetite and changed a bunch Grapes, while eating, looked at the trolls around him and asked:

"Who is this little brother?"

"This is Wojin, the son of the chief of the Darkspear clan. They were attacked by Naga in the Echo Isles. Then the chieftain took the soldiers to help them drive away Naga. Now the darkspear troll is also part of the tribe."

Garrosh reached out his hand and patted Little Saurfang's shoulder. He showed off his new armor intentionally or unintentionally. It was a set of orc-style armor, which was blended with steel, animal bones and animal skin. It was his father, Grom. Hellscream gave him a gift before he left.

"How about my armor? Very handsome, right? My dad said, I am already a real warrior, and I am qualified to have my own armor. There are shaman spells on it."

Garrosh picked up a piece of chicken drumstick and chewed, while saying to the nervous Negro,

"Wokin, good friend, this is Dranosh, a powerful warrior, and Jorin, our smartest caster. You don't look very comfortable. Is the food unpleasant?"

"No, it's not."

Woking, who was sitting on the side, shook his head. The troll had dark blue eyes. The two large fangs in the corner of his mouth were also wiped clean. Facing Garrosh's concern, he shrugged and looked back. Behind the buildings of the human city, he whispered:

"Our Darkspear clan migrated to the Echo Islands only because of the war between the orcs and humans, but now it seems that humans are treating you well, and you are not treated as prisoners, which makes me curious."

"We are a symbol of maintaining peace between the orcs and humans, using personal freedom as a bargaining chip in exchange for the peace of the two races. Besides, how dare those humans?"

Garrosh snorted:

"Their princes have been beaten by me, hehe, I don't know what happened to the little white face of Arthas."

"Hey."

Thrall, who hadn't spoken, looked back with a feeling, and then said nothing to Garrosh:

"Little white face is behind you, and he looks like to fight you."

"Ok?"

The four orcs and a troll turned their heads together, and saw Arthas in armor walked into the garden alone. The prince was full of the smell of flames of war, and the armor of him was stained with blood. There was even uncovered fatigue on his face, but he was not here to provoke the orcs. On the contrary, after facing Garrosh for a few seconds, Arthas whispered:

"I need your help...you can refuse, but, in this city, I can't find a helper."

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