Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I'm crazy. When I return to the East Continent, I have to go out and fight with a group of dead people."

Garrosh, heavily armed, was carrying a heavy battle axe, riding on his own black war wolf, running wildly on the road from Lordaeron to the Silver Pine Forest, and beside him, he was riding the Frostwolf Snow Song Thrall, Dranosh riding a grey war wolf, and Jorin sitting on a magic carpet, woking behind a velociraptor, and finally... Prince Alsace riding a silver horse.

Behind these young people is a strange team.

On one side are tribes stationed in the human empire to protect the four young chiefs' orcish guards, 200 people, on the other side are the guards of Prince Alsace and a part of the Silver Hand Paladin, about 250 people.

Unlike the young people, these veterans who have experienced orc wars are clearly separated from each other. During the march, they glared at each other from time to time, as if they were fighting each other.

But it is such a team with many contradictions, but they walk together for a common purpose.

"Sabchel is originally a town in Gilneas. Later, after they established the Greymane Wall, the town was divided into the Kingdom of Lordaeron, where 2,000 civilians and some dwarf miners lived, although there are also nearby The legion defending the werewolf is stationed, but the army has now been transferred to the Aman Sagad Mill, where it is under siege by the undead and the battle is very anxious."

Arthas rode on the war horse and briefed the orcs around him:

"The remaining legions are already struggling to maintain the front of the Silverpine Forest. The father can no longer ask them to **** the civilians of Saabchel back to safety, but I just got the news that an undead appeared in Saabchel Near Seoul, if the civilians cannot get support, they can only..."

"What about Dalaran?"

Thrall asked: "Should that place be closer to Dalaran? Wouldn't the city of mages not send people to save their compatriots?"

"You don't understand the recent situation, Thrall."

Arthas did not speak, but instead Jolin, who had been studying in Dalaran for several years, said to Thrall:

"When you went to Kalimdor, Quel'Thalas was breached, and the mages of Dalaran have been busy with the placement of high elves in the city recently, and it is said that there are positions on the side of Hinterland, too Many mages have been dispatched. The city of mages is now the most empty time. Not to mention going out to rescue. Under the siege of the undead, it can guarantee that it will not fall, it is already a very difficult thing."

"What about the undead? I'm confused!"

Garrosh shouted loudly:

"Did the dark blade undead souls break through Arathi? Where did these undead come from? How are they everywhere?"

"This is not the undead of southern Xinjiang!"

Arthas increased his voice:

"It should have been from the north. Northrend, the draenei envoy shared information with us. It is said that in the hinterland of Northrend, a mysterious force has risen, and it is also a soldier who uses the undead, but their fighting method is south. Xinjiang’s Dark Blade Undead are almost two extremes, and they also have capabilities that the Dark Blade Undead does not have.”

"The dead, the dead in the tomb, were inexplicably awakened, and then combined under the control of a mysterious force, just two days, the entire northern Xinjiang is full of wandering brainless walking dead, Tirisfal The area is quiet. In Stratholme, the entire Knights of the Silver Hand is almost exhausted, just like you said...they are everywhere!"

"Not inexplicably!"

Woking, who had been silently listening to the conversation, suddenly spoke and said in very obscure human language:

"Loa saw...the sky has it, eyes! It's manipulating the undead!"

Woking's fingers pointed to the dark jungle ahead:

"It has its power everywhere..."

"Hey, don't scare me, man!"

Garrosh heard Wojin's strange tone, and he subconsciously looked at the forest on both sides to the extreme, and then shivered. He pushed Woking, who shrugged and showed a helpless expression. :

"Loa told me that I relayed...not scared you."

"Indeed, the power of the elements here is very depressing, indeed weird, be careful!"

Thrall's fingertips jumped with a touch of white light. He evoked the element of the wind and sounded the hunting of the surrounding trees. The reverberating wind told Thrall's surroundings. The orc pointed to the hills to the south and said to Alsace :

"There is a voice of human activity over there. I heard it. It seems that your people are saving themselves. They are trying to cross this forest."

"Then go!"

When Arthas heard this, he stretched out his arm and flicked it forward:

"Knights, come with me, the people are waiting for us."

"We are also keeping up with the warriors of the orcs...don't let human beings take away all the fun."

Dranosh also shouted. He pulled out the battle axe. In the long roar of the war wolf, the wild orcs also followed the human knight into the hills. After they crossed the hills, they clearly saw it, in the dark. In the forest, the fire was swaying, and a large group of human beings were surrounded by bones and undead rushing from all sides. The screams, the cry for help, the screams of the soldiers and the crying of the children completely broke the silence of this forest.

"The Holy Light is on!"

Prince Alsace was very tired. On this day, he took the guards and rescued at least 3 villages around the city of Lordaeron. But at this time, when he saw that the people were threatened by the undead, he did not care about the pain in his body. Riding the war horse rushed out first, the golden holy light burning on his warhammer, like a lamp in the dark jungle.

Behind him, the knights roared and steered the war horses. Following the prince, it was like cutting the bread, dispersing the bustling group of undead, and the more flexible orc wolf knights separated the two directions. Commanded by Garrosh and Dranos respectively, they cut into the battlefield from behind the undead. For a time, the horses screamed, and the screams of the soldiers also gave hope to the helpless people. The road they opened quickly rushed out of the encirclement of the dead.

"Mom! The green orc!"

A child saw Thrall, the orc who was calling for the strong wind to protect human wings. She hurriedly buried her head in her mother's arms like a scared bunny, and the panicked mother looked at it with a little fear. A glance at Thrall, but in the end, she nodded slightly to Thrall, and when walking past the orc, she said softly:

"thank you."

"Go behind, after the hills, there are knights to meet you!"

Thrall ignored the children’s fears, and his wise orcs would not care about these, while Woking standing beside him looked at Thrall in front of him, this strange young troll, it seemed that Thrall I saw something different in my body.

"Be careful!"

In the fierce battle, Garrosh shouted in the direction of Thrall:

"Something is flying in the sky! Be careful!"

As soon as the voice fell, a black monster with bat wings and a bird-like monster roared and crashed open the branches, swept towards the ground, and in the horrified screams of the civilians, the dark monster caught with sharp claws A boy picked up and flew to the sky with flapping wings.

"Elemental! Listen to me!"

At this moment, Thrall, who seemed to be irritated, flashed a dazzling thunder with his fingertips. Between the dark jungles, the thunder gleamed like a sharp arrow into the sky, exploding the head of the flying monster.

Between the gravel flying, the monster was carried to the ground without saying a word. In the boy's frightened scream, Thrall jumped up, hugged the child in his arms in the air, and then fell to the ground , He turned to look at Woking and shouted loudly:

"Wokin, no air!"

"Roger that!"

The young troll immediately opened his arms to the human behind him:

"Come on! Man, come on, come to Woking!"

Between the words, the young troll had only three fingers open, and six simple totems were stuck on the deciduous land behind him. Under the control of mysterious power, the moment the totem pierced the ground, it extended. An energy halo like an orange flame emerged, and eventually turned into a monster snake hovering on the totem, just like a real cobra. When those black gargoyles rushed to the ground, the monster snake would scorch. The flames pushed those monsters back.

Although the fleeing humans are also afraid of trolls, the situation now is very clear. These trolls and orcs came to rescue them like Prince Alsace, so after a while, most of them fled into Woking In the layout of the totem enchantment, the young troll ran a few steps and pulled out the wooden war spear from the back. After a roar, the war spear rushed into the sky and pierced a gargoyle body with precision. .

"Unfortunately I didn't bring a spinning blade..."

Woking shrugged to Thrall, and the young troll showed an embarrassed smile:

"With a spinning blade, I can kill these gargoyles alone...they are stupid."

"You did well enough, Woking, my friend."

Thrall patted the dust on his body, trying to put down the human boy in his arms, but maybe it was too terrifying. In short, the boy grabbed Thrall’s arm and refused to leave, the mouth of the young orc exposed With a smile, he looked back at Yorin, who was chanting magic. He whispered:

"Elder Drek'Thar told me that humans and orcs can eventually live together peacefully, and now...I believe it."

"Uh"

A black halo of magic was entwined in the hands of the orc Yorin, and between the waving of his fingers, three black seeds of destruction hit the ghoul above his head, and the shadow magic of the warlock was under the control of Yorin , Divided into two, divided into four, and soon spread to a dozen ghouls above the head, watching the black halo has wrapped all the gargoyles, and the bone rod in Jolin’s hand at this moment Point fiercely to the ground.

"Wow, wow, wow"

Dark, with a strong corrosive magic power, exploded on the gargoyle body at this moment. Although the single power is not strong, but together, it still dried 7 gargoyle at once, and the orc warlock gasped. , Turned back to ok with a gesture of OK to Thrall, Thrall hugged the human boy and looked back. Under the hills behind him, in the joint strangling of orcs and humans, these resurrected bodies were quickly washed away. Formation.

"Individual undeads are easy to deal with, but once they join together and become a giant, it will be very troublesome."

Thrall looked anxiously at the hanged undead. He recalled the situation Alsace just said. He seemed to have seen a bad future.

"I can't imagine how many corpses are buried under this land? And who can deal with the resurrected dead when they are fully united?"

"Some troll clans also have a tradition of making frustrated zombies. Fire and sacred spells can cause terrible damage to them, and although the appearance is different, the spell foundation is definitely the same. As long as the manipulator is killed, these undead will become A mass of sand."

Walkin approached Thrall, and the young and mysterious troll whispered:

"But I am even more curious about what they are gathered in this place. What are they going to do? Do they want to capture the human city called Lordaeron? I am afraid that these low-level undeads alone cannot do it?"

Thrall shook his head without answering this question because he did not know the answer. After the battle, when the knights escorted civilians to the containment site around Lake Lordan Mill, Thrall found an opportunity, Coming to the tired Alsace, the young orc rubbed his fingers and whispered:

"Whether it is the entire human empire or the Kingdom of Lordaeron, now we are facing a turbulent situation, Arthas, I admire your will and actions to protect civilians, but the problem is that even if you try your best, you can How many people are being rescued? Listen to me, you have to change the way."

"Ok?"

Arthas raised his head, his blue eyes unabashedly showing his extreme tiredness. The prince looked at Thrall and asked:

"What do you mean?"

Thrall carefully looked around. After making sure no one would hear it, the young orc said:

"I and your emperor, as well as my mentor and the prophet Velen, visited the night elves of Kalimdor, and your emperor and elf reached a consensus."

"You can't save your people while destroying the enemy. You can only choose the same one time, Alsace. You have to find a safe haven for the civilians before the brutal war reaches them."

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