Azeroth’s Death Track

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The power of Sargeras' scepter is shocking. This weapon is not just projecting the gate of the Legion over Dalaran. At the request of the polluter, he wants to make every city in the world, every large city above. There are dark green legion doors representing endless destruction. Obviously, the polluter has very strong ambitions. He is not satisfied with the legion's attack in one direction.

After getting the scepter of Sargeras, the victory he dreamed of was right in front of him, the kind of destructive victory, the kind of victory that destroyed everything.

The army he commanded also has this ability. The entire Marton's mighty demons are waiting for the portal to open. They can't wait for a hearty slaughter.

But now...not yet.

Even with the help of Sargeras’ scepter, the magic nodes underground in Dalaran could not bear the opening of so many portals. Therefore, the gates of the first legions that were opened could only be limitedly distributed in several important cities. Over the sky.

This has somewhat disappointed the polluters, but the Nasrems under the command of Casanatir have already achieved what they can do, and frankly, even exceeded Archimonde’s expectations.

The polluters are also very clear that unlike Tikdios, Casanathir is not a cartilage that will allow him to play with Kil'jaeden, at least after he won a great victory in Azeroth and washed it. Before the humiliation of the Legion failed 10,000 years ago and was favored by the Dark Titan, he did not intend to have unnecessary disputes with Casanathir.

Because there are more important and precious things waiting for him to get it.

"The tree of the world...the crystallization of the magic of Azeroth over the years, the real "good thing"..."

Under the reflection of the stars, the polluter leaned on the throne cast by the endless bones. He held the tender fingers of the world tree in his hands, and in his eyes shining the dark green evil fire, there was greed.

"The portal is opening, polluters, probably have to wait for a while before the portal can be expanded to allow you to enter in full."

Tikdios, the first lord who was removed from the front line because of his unfavorable command, stood in front of the polluter’s throne, and his face was full of humility, not even the slightest bit of resentment.

But the polluters are very clear that Nasrezm is a group of cautious eyes, and the loyal dogleg of this fraudster is the best in his eyes, so the polluter will not let it leave his eyes, lest this guy beat his own. Abacus.

"Then let Pioneer pass first! Before I arrive, use blood and bone to pave the way for me..."

The polluter waved his hand, and its voice spread throughout the land of the broken star Marton:

"You, Manolos, take your legion, through the portal, you will be the vanguard of the legion in Kalimdor, destroy those elves, those elves who brought us shame and defeat ten thousand years ago... let They feel fear and make them scream and make them tremble!"

"I am willing to do this! Polluter!"

The powerful and fierce abyss lord, Malonos, known as the "destroyer", made a series of laughs. It waved the halberd in his hand and splashed a green evil magma. Its body was like a mountain. Walking forward on the ground, between the shaking of the ground, its body disappeared into the door of the legion, and behind it, the frantic demons roared forward, and even let themselves devour the enthusiasm for destruction. They began to kill each other, but this kind of internal fighting was not stopped.

The legion is a symbol of chaos. Only the strongest can be respected and fight each other. This is not a problem at all.

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The location of the first batch of legion gate openings is random, but we all know that random means shady...

The gates of the two legions opened in the distant sky above Kalimdor, one in the northerly tundra in the north, to "care for" the draenei, and the remaining five were distributed over the eastern kingdom. , Lordaeron, Hinterland and Arathi Highlands were unfortunately successful. The western wilderness had a small portal, and the last... was placed in the Black Iron District.

This arrangement is on the one hand to deceive polluters and prevent him from seeing clues, on the other hand, it is to unite the dark blade ruled area. As Tyrion said, the dark blade army and the areas under their control are contradictory There are a lot of pressures needed to promote unity. It is not only the human empire, but Tyreon needs pressure.

The "just right" disaster, the action of the undead to protect the living, can effectively eliminate the gap between humans and the undead. The relationship between the soldiers who have been on the battlefield together is very strong. The proposal to Tyrion is not other. People, awesome is the current speaker of the Defias Federal District, Edwin Van Cliff.

Politics... Yes, there are dirty political factors between this war.

"what is that?"

The old Jason, who was still menacing just now, stared at the door of the small legion opening in the sky of the western wilderness, and in the flare of the green light curtain that infested the small half of the sky, groups of devil bats screamed out of the portal. , Followed by a tall, winged dwarf, and a small legionary warship.

As a military unit for interplanetary warfare, the legion is naturally equipped with starships for landing operations. Although these things are somewhat overused in Azeroth, these starships can cooperate with the gate of the legion, but they can use the fastest speed to the generals. Of troops spread throughout the world.

Just in the blink of an eye, the sky of the western wilderness was occupied by the flying bats everywhere, and under the glare of the transmission light curtain of the legion’s warship, a team of terrible horrors, only in the most worrying nightmare The demons that appeared also stood on the earth that once belonged to humanity.

Old Jason squeezed his shotgun tightly. He trembled and tried to load the orange bullet into the barrel of the gun, but he failed several times and failed. At his feet, the three ferocious hounds also Frightened by the devil's breath, he lay on the ground and wailed vigorously.

Others are not much better. Although these civilians have experienced the invasion of the undead and also experienced the influence of fantasy technology, they have experienced a completely different life from the past, but in essence, they are still a group of honest people, a group should not step on Civilians on the battlefield will naturally fear when they see demons.

You must know that the position of the demons on the list of "fear creatures" in the fantasy world is far from comparable to the undead with human faces.

Even in a crazy and chaotic story, there will be no lunatics who describe the demon as an enthusiastic good man... of course, except for special circumstances.

"That's a demon."

Small Sardin waved his hand and held the bullet that was dropped in the old Jason's hand steady. The young mayor was also very frightened, but he knew that he couldn't show it now, he returned the bullet to the old Jason, then looked back at the entire bunker ingested by fear. He cleared his throat and said aloud:

"I know that people have been complaining that "exercises" have disrupted everyone's rhythm, but this is necessary, and the situation has proved this...I'll be honest, the council knew long ago that the devil will The news of the invasion, this bunker, and the recently added Necromancers are all prepared for this moment."

Little Sardin's voice made the panicked townspeople quieter, watching the others want to speak, the mayor waved his hand, he continued to say:

"Everyone doesn't need to worry about their own safety. This bunker and the materials stored in it are enough to hold us up to the end of the disaster..."

"But our land! The farm, and our home..."

Old Jason’s voice became dry:

"Are we going to abandon all this? Obviously... obviously everyone, just have a good life...why, why..."

"Don't worry! You guys."

Old Sardin standing behind his son looked back at the situation outside. The old man probably guessed why his son was so calm. He sighed, touched his well-dressed clothes, and then said to others:

"The undead legions of the Parliament... will protect us, they will not only protect us, they may not be able to protect our property..."

"Yes! Undead, undead must not be afraid of demons!"

Old Jason stepped forward, grabbing the hand of Little Sardin:

"Let them come, we pay so much tax every month, isn't it just to let them complete the armament change? We need them now!"

The farmer gritted his teeth and looked back at the compatriots behind him.

"Maybe I’m crazy, but... but we don’t want to feel the feeling of losing our home again, we, we need those undead! We need them to protect us! To protect our home, here is their home, Isn't it?"

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Jason."

Little Sardin shrugged and murmured towards the crowd:

"They have come! With the power granted to me by the Defias Federation, I assure everyone that the devil will not destroy our homeland...because the Dark Blade protects us!"

Old Jason took a few steps forward. He was lying on the observation port of the bunker, looking out of Sentinel Ridge. In the wild wilderness scene unique to the western wilderness, the death knights with the dark blade of war banner appeared in sight. At the end, behind the heavily armed black undead, there are roaring black tanks, artillery guns drawn by skeleton warfare, and some weird mechanical weapons.

A moment later, the golden heavy artillery on the wall of the distant Stormwind City changed its direction. In the cheers of the people, a ray of golden rays shot from the ground to the sky, and a corps warship carrying the demon advanced. Under the rays of the rays, they were torn apart from the center, and in the roar of the people who lived here, with the black smoke, they smashed into the ground surrounded by the sea of ​​undead.

"Look, father, I said..."

Small Sardinian stood beside Old Sardinian and said to his father:

"King or something, it's totally unworthy of nostalgia...we can create a better future with our own hands."

"Ugh..."

Old Sardin reached out and patted his son's shoulder. The old loyal veteran sighed and whispered:

"I am not worried about the Defias Federation...North Xinjiang, our compatriots in North Xinjiang, we are all humans... Why should we be torn apart into two groups by force? My son, my compatriots in North Xinjiang do not have undead protection , They can only use their bodies to resist demons... we should help them! The greater our ability, the greater our responsibility!"

"Of course, we will help."

Little Sardin pouted and said to his father:

"The premise is that they are willing to send their king to the gallows..."

The conversation between Little Sardinia and Old Sardinia will not be known by too many people, but it does reflect the two thinkings of the Federal District. Of course, the collision of these two thinkings can be discussed later, and we are ushered in the western wilderness. At the same time as the demons invaded, over the barren ground of the Black Iron Zone, under the gloomy sky of the Burning Plains, the gate of the larger legion had burst into the air.

But when the first batch of devil bats rushed into the land, they could not find any trace of living creatures on the ground. Instead, they were black... odd metal creations on the ground, like they were facing The sky is full of dense barrels.

"The devil is here!"

Warrior-clad Governor Myra stood at the top of Blackrock Mountain. He raised his head and his hair was blown by the noisy wind. Under this inaccessible earth, the creatures were watching the war on the plains through the lookout. This battle is destined to become a template for the new war in Azeroth.

"Target!"

"aim!"

The voice of the invisible soul echoed in the quiet artillery position on the plain. This plain has been completely militarized. Those cold barrels were slowly pointed to the intended attack during the collision and rotation of engineering bolts and gears. The sky and the ground, behind that barrel, are groups of indifferent and calm undead.

They will not be afraid, whether they are facing demons or humans...

"emission!"

At the moment when the first demons appeared on the ground of the burning plain, the thunder and thunder sound completely shaken the area. The fire and shells burst from the ground roared across the sky, and the smoke of explosive weapons made of steel At the moment when the sky shrouded the sky, the demons on the ground were completely torn apart by a scorching explosion.

The billions of turrets and hundreds of millions of glorious scenes made Myra's vision completely shrouded in a scorching red light curtain, just like a genesis of steel and gunpowder, in the screams of the difficult and surviving demons, The Blood Collar advocates opening his arms and letting his robe be hunted by the hot wind.

"Ah... so beautiful..."

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"It's coming."

On a mountain on the border of northern Xinjiang, the dreadlord Kasanathir maintained his human form, standing like a big knight Turalyon, standing on the mountain and watching the sky above Dalaran. The door of the legion that opened.

"Why not just sit here? Friends."

Casanatier beckoned to Bernholler behind him, and in the corner where no one was seeing, Casanatier's eyes gleamed with a beam of unprecedented expectation. It paid all for this moment, even buried Conscience, it looks forward to seeing the results of its efforts, more than anyone expects!

"Come on, sit here."

"Together with me, to witness... the "great victory" of the Legion."

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