Azeroth’s Death Track

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It is easy for people in crisis to enter a state of loss of soul, especially rookies who have no experience in war, and are often frightened by the cruel war in front of them.

At this time, the importance of the veterans is highlighted. When the recruits lose their souls, they can always show the path of action to these confused guys with the most correct action.

While Crypt Lords and Vrykul Undead began to destroy the city, under the command of the Grand Knight Turalyon, in the portal hall, a rudimentary line of defense had been formed, and magicians summoned by magic everywhere joined this Arrays, but the chaotic and brutal magic storms that emerged from the ground, formed a series of criss-cross original magic rays in the city, cutting the whole city into a mess.

The war between the Archmage, the Crypt Lord, and the Dreadlord under the ground has affected the stability of the city above.

"Om"

The light of the working portal was completely dimmed after a violent shaking. The Grand Knight turned around and saw several unlucky low-level mages who wanted to escape from the portal and were cut by the suddenly closed portal. The debris, blood and broken corpses were scattered everywhere in the hall, and the magic sparks that fought back, flew the mage who maintained the portal operation.

"what happened?"

The knight slashed the Nerubian Digger who threw in front of him with a sword, and his body was filled with the scorching holy light, and he turned back and shouted:

"What happened to the portal?"

"Space anchor! Someone put a space anchor in the city! The portal is locked!"

A mage crawling over his chest shouted:

"Don't let them rush in! I will untie this anchor, it will take some time."

"Knights, stay here, and give the mages time!"

The knight gritted his teeth and slammed into the tall Vrykul Undead in front of him. Between the flashes of the Holy Light, the tall Vrykul's head was cut off in the wave of the Holy Light Blade, and the whole body was bathed in blood. After a week of tumbling on the ground, he looked back at the line of defense behind him and at the chaotic battle in the city. In the end, he seemed to be determined.

"You are here, and rushed out as soon as the portal opened! I... I went to see the situation of the Archmage and asked for help from the Empire! Did you hear? As soon as the communication was restored, I asked the Empire for help."

In the eyes of everyone behind him, the knight dashed out of the defense zone. The sword in his hand swung left and right. The undead along the way was not his opponent at all. Wherever he went, only a cold corpse left.

But soon, the brainless walking corpses that rushed into the city from all around rushed into this block again. Paladins raised their heavy shields. Behind them, the wizards also began to fight back with magic, but at the locked portal Before reopening, these mage trapped in the lonely city still could not find a way to save themselves.

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Turalyon rushed into the chaotic city. He looked around. When he was sure that no one was paying attention, he jumped and jumped quickly into the tower at the top of the city. He stood in the tower and looked at the lower one. A little bit of the streets filled with undead, the wizards who had to evacuate in the raging of the undead, and the bull ghosts and snake gods forced out of the lower city of Dalaran.

Those are some warlocks... an evil profession that is not tolerated by the outside world, but in Dalaran, although the warlock research is prohibited on the bright side, in the dark, the wizards did not cut off the research of the warlocks and let them organize in the lower city. His own small community, of course, is not allowed to summon demons at will, but on the current continent, except for Dalaran, only areas in southern Xinjiang ruled by undead do not prohibit the study of magicians.

And most of these guys who play with the dark power are a group of cowards. They will not risk the death and go to southern Xinjiang to study and study.

In short, after the undead poured into the city, these warlocks were also alarmed, but unlike the wizards who swore to guard the city, the warlocks did not have much affection for the city that sheltered them. Most of the warlocks were in critical times They did not care about the city's ban. They summoned a large number of demons. Under the **** of the demons, they began to struggle to kill a road in the undead group.

But this attempt is doomed to fail... With the magic of these warlocks, the low-level demons summoned will soon be completely engulfed by the brainless walking corpses of the Lich King, and they can't go anywhere.

So soon, Turalyon lost interest in this group of fugitives. He hid himself in the shadow of the tower. After a while, he contacted his "comrades".

"Banazar, go to the library and get rid of the wizards hiding there!"

"Desailock, you idiot, go to the Violet Prison and release those prisoners!"

"And you, Bernholler, my old brother, this city hides a special space, a secret room where mages used to store dangerous vibes for thousands of years, find it out."

"Finally, Marganis, take control of your space anchor! Don’t let those mages go... I’m going to send Antonidas, and I will open the door to the stars...Wish me good Fortunately, brothers."

At the last minute, Turalyon's voice suddenly changed to the strange and low tone of the fearful deity, Kasanathir, but just in the blink of an eye, Turalyon's figure disappeared again on the tower.

A few minutes later, on the road from the ground to the underground hall, the big knight Turalyon waved his long sword wildly, and in the high-level undead that flooded the place, he hardly killed a road, which came from behind. The rhythm of light and the shout of killing made the Archmage under the siege of the Crypt Lord and Varimathras suddenly look back.

Then he saw the **** knight appeared at the entrance of the underground hall. His handsome face was covered with blood stains and wounds. He kicked a spider and he shouted to the archmage:

"Master, go here!"

Talking, Turalyon grabbed the small warhammer on his belt. After gathering the power of the Holy Light, an energy light hammer appeared like a real weapon on the warhammer. After his roar, the warhammer was ruthlessly ruined. Slammed into the crypt lord and the dreadlord in front of him, the holy light spread all over the hall like a thunderbolt from the sky, sloshing around in this chaotic magic light.

The Crypt Lord seemed to be knocked back by this unexpected blow, and Nasrezm, who was originally forced to the Archmage, screamed and flapped his wings, wanting to stay away from the erupting sky.

This sudden helper made Antonidas, who was in a hard fight, relieved subconsciously. The old mage's white beard and hair fluttered in the air. He turned to look behind him, and the dozen or so combat masters who came with him were already in high. Lost in the aftermath of the battle of the first-level professional

This loss made the Archmage very heartbroken. Between his hands and dance, a pale golden light wrapped around his body, which was like the time magic used by the bronze dragons. In fact, this is only Antonidas and A handful of genius mages have mastered powerful spells.

Back in time!

In this rare surge of time magic, Antonidas’ body sporadically scattered several himself. Those golden phantoms seemed to have their own thinking and reason, facing the crypt lord who threw it again, this Several illusions quickly released the magic of the cold, and in the roar of the crypt lord, the road in front of him was sealed again.

"Come on! Master! Follow me!"

The Turalyon knight wielded his long sword, killing the undead behind him one by one in the shining light of the Holy Light. The Archmage followed him, and the two hurried towards the city above them.

"Great Knight, how is the city?"

The Archmage quickly asked:

"Mage tower... are those towers still okay?"

"It's awful, we are about to retreat. There is a stronghold on the other side of the portal hall. Come with me."

The knight turned around and supported some weak archmage. The two walked on the stairs full of undead bodies. After entering the city ground, they saw that half of Dalaran had fallen into chaos and despair in the ravages of undead. Old Master Antonidas, who has devoted his life to the city, can't help but cry.

"Destroy...the city, destroy..."

"As long as people are still there, everything will be fine! There is no time to stay here, come with me!"

The Grand Knight took Antonidas's hand, but behind them, the naughty laughter of Lord Nasrezim sounded again, accompanied by the sound of the ground shaking. On this turbulent battlefield, Master Antonidas’s A trace of determination flashed across his face, and a trace of determination.

He threw off Turalyon's arm and looked at the big knight. After a while, he threw a simple ring with the Kirin Tor emblem on the big knight:

"The oldest secret of Dalaran is hidden in it, take it away, Turalyon... take it to my disciples, Kel'Thuzad or Jaina, please!"

"What a fool!"

The knight was furious, and he looked at the archmage:

"Follow me! As long as you survive, there is still a chance! Don't sacrifice for nothing!"

"No, someone must stay here to stop them... these two monsters are too dangerous. If they are allowed to wreak havoc, no one can go."

Grand Master Antonidas reached out and brushed his beard, a smile of relief flashed on his face:

"I lived in this city from my youth. It is my home and part of my life. I can’t just give it to the villain who destroys everything... Let’s go, Grand Knight, I Clear the way for you, go, don't..."

"puff"

Before the Master's words were finished, a scorching sword pierced his body from behind, and even the magic enchantment placed on the body was completely penetrated at this moment. This sword was fierce and sinister. , Precision, in the pain that the heart was cut open, the Arch Master staggered forward a few steps, propped the body with the ice staff, and looked back at the Great Knight behind with an incredible look.

"Why are you?"

"Uh"

The sword was pulled away, and in the blood splashing, the knight's face was calm. He looked at the mage in front of him, and he whispered:

"The great sacrifice should not be mourned so much, but that greatness should be borne in mind... Your fate should not end here, Antonidas, I just gave you a key to greater.. . You don’t understand, right? It doesn’t matter...you’ll understand it soon.”

"Now, wait quietly for death..."

"You, you are not...you are not..."

In the tumbling of the dark power, the Archmage lay down in his pool of blood, and at the moment when life was withered by the magic of Nasrezm, he pointed to the Great Knight, and at the moment when the darkness enveloped his eyes, he looked Arrived...I saw one, the whole body shone with endless light...Fear Devil.

"Sorry, this is Turalyon..."

The dreadlord, who was wrapped in holy light all over his body, showed a grimacing smile towards Antonidas:

"But me too... Casanathir."

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Just before the undead attacked, and at the same time that Antonidas was killed, on the sky of Arathi Highlands, which was not too far away, the Griffon Knight stared at the sky in amazement, and the wine sacs in his hands slipped at this moment.

Above the sky above, the figure of the skeletal dragon shattered the clouds. Behind the huge dead creature, there were dense necromancers, as well as the death knight riding the dead dragon, and the powerful bearer. The death lord of the death lord Raven.

They ignored the human air force who fled panic in the sky. They didn't even care about the castle below. It was like crossing the boundary of the sky unscrupulously. Under the guidance of the great journey, they boldly crossed the boundary between life and death.

On the land, the black crushed death knights and the necromancers in solid armor lined up one after another. In the forefront, the armored Darnas Torbain silently looked at the rapids in the distance, After a moment, he sighed.

"Departure! Within 3 hours, be sure to reach the designated theater!"

The commander of the commander issued it. At the next moment, while the black tide rolled forward, the undead artillery soldiers arranged on the periphery of the position also drove the newly-arranged artillery. Under the command of Lord Roglio, the scorching shells , Covering the entire human defense line in front of us, in the silence of the past few months, the production capacity of the entire black iron zone has been fully opened, and has completed all the strategic dress-ups for the 13 battle groups in the dark edge.

If the former Dark Blade Knight was fighting against humans with war knives, now they have enough power to bury human troops in artillery **** before the humans charge.

And the entire Arathi land, under the seemingly endless shelling, the earth and smoke from the ground, in the flames and blood... trembling.

"Lord! The Wildhammer Dwarf Knight is harassing our outer perimeter! Do you want to shoot them down?"

The death knight drove the flying dragon close to the black skeletal dragon. The death lord Saurfang, who was sitting on the bone dragon, waved his hand and said impatiently:

"Dispel them, real opponents are about to appear. I don't have time to fight with humans now. When I drink the blood of the devil, I will come back and "play" with them."

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