Azeroth’s Death Track

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When the catastrophe arrives, it can always easily destroy all civilizations on the ground, but it cannot effectively destroy the mice hidden in the ground, because the mice always have their own set of living rules, and the creed hidden in the dark has It is difficult to accept, but most of the time, those cold and cruel darkness can save your life.

For example, at this time, in the ruins of Dalaran filled with chaos and death, a group of sneaky guys rushed out of the dark alley of the sewer. This strange team is very complicated. There are rare, tall and gloomy orcs on the mainland, and there are short statures, dwarfs sitting on the shoulders of a demon, and high-elves dressed up with coquettish but vicious eyes, and some human spellcasters who don’t look like good people.

Undoubtedly, judging from the white bone staff and the weird and evil magical tools held in their hands, these guys are a group of warlocks hidden under the city of Dalaran.

Warlocks, a group of casters who use dark magic and wanton behavior. This is an imported profession. When the Dark Portal opened, the orc army not only brought chaos and war to the eastern continent, but also a set of complete and Azeroth The orthodox magic theory deviates from the spell system.

Orthodox mages use magic that fills the world to release spells through a set of strong and self-consistent spell logic. This system was first established by the night elf empire, and later passed through Quelsala The sorting and extension of the high elves in Slovakia were further refined by the human caster, and finally formed the current mainstream cast system of Azeroth.

It emphasizes efficiency, stability, manipulation, and distinct spell structures.

But it is said that the magic of warlocks spread from demons is completely the other extreme.

Compared to mages who need long learning and a solid theoretical foundation, to become a warlock does not require a very high magic talent, all it needs is an endless pursuit of power, and a cruel character, enough to bargain with the demons The cunning talent of the last is a touch of evil wisdom.

The magic of the warlocks mostly comes from the demons they summoned from the twisted void, and they signed various strange contracts with the demons to obtain the abilities of the demons, and the demons' nature is chaotic and tyrannical, and they have been dealing with such creatures for a long time. Without enough wisdom, they often only send themselves into the traps of demons.

It can be said that a warlock is a simple entry, but a mastery of difficult professions, those who are not cautious enough, cunning enough, and vicious warlocks, it is difficult to persist in this line for 3 years, and once you have survived the most difficult of the beginning During the period, and after successfully turning yourself into a villain with no evildoers, congratulations, you have the possibility to continue to "further study".

This is a profession that is a hundred times more dangerous than the mage, but because of the simple entry, so in the years after the orc invasion, under the strong blow of human civilization, dangerous magician magic has not only been banned, but has become more and more widespread Come on.

On the bright side, after the establishment of the human empire, Emperor Lothar issued orders three times to prohibit the dark magic of the warlock from circulating in the human empire, resulting in many warlocks being tied to the pillar of fire and burned alive. They all fled their hometowns and came to Dalaran. This unique city-state that treats the true meaning of exploring spells as its mission is the only place that keeps acquiescence to the existence of warlocks.

The warlocks are discriminated against in Dalaran. Any orthodox mages are eligible to discriminate against them, but no one deliberately suppresses the warlocks. Therefore, in this city, apart from the dignity of the dignity, the warlocks can almost be justified. The chaotic Xiacheng District and sewer activities, conduct their own research, exchange black magic experience with each other, and even hold a black market auction.

It can be said that the warlocks are mice living under the bright side of Dalaran. Their existence is not glorious, but they are part of the ecology of this city.

And now, the ship of Dalaran is about to sink, and these bilge rats hiding in the shadows have to find the wooden board that fled from here before the ship sank. Few people are willing to be buried in a city destined for destruction, Especially these warlocks who are cunning and malicious.

But there are also factions among the warlocks. Perhaps they have been in Dalaran for a long time. These dark casters have also suffered from the problems that the orthodox mages like to help the factions. In the neighborhoods of Xiacheng and the sewers, several The warlock factions fought each other endlessly, and even when facing the disaster of extinction, they failed to unite.

At present, this team of warlocks who escaped from the sewers is a small faction that is often suppressed. The number is small, but each is an elite, which is very consistent with the characteristics of those small circles.

When the undead invaded, they did not act immediately, but the chicken thieves waited until most of the warlocks had evacuated. These guys rushed out of their hiding places, ransacked the headquarters of other factions, and ransacked Dala. Of the several magic material stores, now everyone is carrying a burly baggage behind them. It is not like a flight at all, but like a fortune.

The team is headed by a human man in a black robe, dark hair and haze. He is holding the hand of a beautiful girl and is looking around vigilantly. The girl’s face is 6 points similar to him and looks like It is a pair of siblings, and from the face of the young girl resembling the Duke of Eblock, this pair of siblings is the Kanrisad Eberlock who disappeared a few years ago in the disaster of the night town of the storm kingdom. , And Tercia Eberlock.

"Look! The portal there is still working!"

The dwarf warlock sitting on the shoulder of a demon guard had sharp eyes. After bypassing the ruined block, he first discovered the still working portal in the portal hall.

And this scream made all the worried people in the team show a relaxed expression. Under the **** of the demon they summoned, a group of people entered the portal hall with blood stains, but out of the most basic caution of the warlock, No one took the initiative to enter the portal, but you look at me, I look at you, waiting for the first brave "pathfinder" to appear.

"I said, Canrisad..."

The dwarf warlock with a black hood touched his snowy white beard, a vicious light shone in his eyes:

"Your sister has been in our organization for several years, and she has not made up her mind to be a member of us. She is a useless person and a burden. Now, is it time for her to make a little contribution to us?"

"Shut up! Wilfred, if you hit my sister's idea again, I will draw out your mean soul with my own hands!"

Kanrisad guarded his sister in front of him, and he looked at the pygmy warlock who called him in disdain:

"Why don't you let your demon guard go find the way? Isn't it thicker and thicker?"

"Damn it! This is a one-way portal!"

Wilfred screamed in the gnome-specific voice:

"I wouldn't risk losing my demon guard and let it explore the way. Are you stupid? Don't you know how difficult it is to have a successful demon guard in Dalaran to a potential demon guard? It is my important property and partner... but your sister will only eat food waste! She is worthless!"

"She is my... sister!"

Kanrisad stepped forward, his eyes shining with wicked energy, and in his open hands, the burning sulfur fire was rolling, and he stared at the dwarf menacingly, shouting:

"You can't wait to experience death, right?"

"Oh, I think..."

The silent orc warlock took a step in the periphery. He flirted with his jaw and looked at the confrontation between Canrisad and Wilfred. The orc warlock said in a deep voice:

"I think the noisy gnome said this time."

"Yes, Canrisad, your sister has wasted too much of our resources in the past few years."

The coquettish blood elf warlock also joined the debate. In the confrontation between each other, more and more members stood on the side of Wilfred. Terlia looked at the light in the eyes of the surrounding warlock. Fearing hiding behind her brother, her brother patted her shoulder with her hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

"Yo! Look at what I found... a group of scared rats."

Just as the atmosphere condensed to the extreme, a weird voice suddenly sounded above everyone, Kanrisad suddenly raised his head, and saw a human dressed in a black robe and leaning on a bone cane slowly from the portal hall Walking down the second floor of the building, the human dress did not look like a warlock, but instead looked like an orthodox mage.

More importantly, Canrisad knew him!

"Master Kel'Thuzad, why are you... why are you still here?"

Kanrisad said in a humble tone: "I haven't seen you for a long time. Will the soul gem I gave you last time still work?"

"Oh, you... I seem to have seen you, but I forgot your name."

Kel'Thuzad stared at Kanrisad a few times, then shook his head and said in a casual tone:

"Sorry, I don't have the habit of memorizing mouse names...but maybe, you will be a good subordinate, after all, you still have a little conscience..."

The Archmage walked down the portal hall while watching the warlocks. He glanced at the beating portal and snorted dismissively:

"A bad game of death, no one with a brain will enter it. Who...you, and your sister, I'm planning something now, need one or two helpers, do you want to help me? "

Faced with Kel'Thuzad's invitation, Kanrisad took the sister's hand without hesitation and stood behind the Archmage, and this move made the warlocks on the opposite side noisy.

"Hey, brother, I don't know who you are, but you can't take them away, we still need that girl..."

"boom"

Kel'Thuzad snapped his fingers impatiently, and the black space fissures suddenly cracked around the hall. In the indifferent gaze of the Archmage, 10 heavily armed demon guards and 5 succubi wielding a long whip of evil energy, And 3 heads bigger, with various weapons of destruction, screaming out of the cracks, surrounded the warlocks in an instant.

This skillful spell and terrifying summoning creatures represent the identity of Kel'Thuzad today, and also make those warlocks quiet, obviously, this is a stronger and more mysterious counterpart than them.

"My cat is lost... I need to become stronger to get it back, I need capable subordinates... only five..."

Kel'Thuzad walked out of the portal hall with the brothers and sisters of Albrok. He put on his black hood and looked back at the warlock surrounded by demons. A ruthless and indifferent glint flashed in his eyes:

"There are 3 more places... Give you 5 minutes, "discuss" yourself."

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At the same time that Archmage Kel'Thuzad solicited "followers", directly under the ruins of Dalaran, under the watchful eyes of a group of high-level undeads and dreadlords, Varimathras draped Sagra with dark wings in his hands. The scepter is precisely and slowly inserted into the magic circle of Dalaran's magic node.

At the moment when the scepter was positioned, the huge blue magic from the ground was like finding a vent, and it madly gathered on the surface of the trembling Sargeras scepter, and the black staff was As if I had come alive, the dark eyeballs on the top of the staff were also opened at this moment, and every creature that saw the eyeballs could suddenly see the reflected sea of ​​stars from it.

The book of Medivh placed in front of the staff is windless and automatic, and the page that records the dark secrets of the stars of the astral mage roaming among the stars finally stopped in a dark picture. Malganis picked up the book and put it In the paws, it recites the taboo words easily, the voice of the fear demon echoes in the air, and the falling of each character will make the space in this hall thinner.

"It has a big appetite."

Cassanatil looked at the trembling black scepter, and he said to the surrounding Bernholler:

"With this magic flow, it takes at least 30 minutes to complete the recharge..."

"Don't worry, my old brother, only 30 minutes..."

The devil shrugged his shoulders for the so-called, the wings behind it flapped:

"I've seen this scene countless times, but every time I won't get bored. The end of this world and the civilization it bears is coming, and the end is opened by us. Are you excited? Brother."

"That was Archimonde's victory. What does it have to do with us?"

Casanatil shook his head and threw an ancient book found in the Dalaran Library to Bernholer:

"The position of the Pillar of the World has been found, we should act... It’s enough to leave them both here, let’s go, Bernholler, I don’t want to see Archmond’s arrogant face.. ."

"Okay, then as you wish."

The devil Bain Holler looked back regretfully at the ongoing summoning sequence, but a moment later, it still followed Kasanatier into the dark fissure behind him.

Nasrezm’s service to the polluters is over, it’s time to serve his race and his victory.

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