Azeroth’s Death Track

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"For the Holy Light!"

In the shattering shells and the shock of the ground, the loyal knights rushed out of the camps on both sides of the Tirisfal barrier. They rode on the armored horses and led by the high-level knights. The death knights who were constantly breaking through launched a charge.

Paladins swelled the energy in their bodies and wrapped the warm holy light around their companions like a curtain to strengthen their defense and lethality to the undead, while facing this rolling like a rock and sand The incoming charge, in front of the undead phalanx that reached the battlefield, a row of undead infantry, under the command of the death knights, picked up the heavy axe in his hand.

"Fire!"

"Bang bang"

At a distance of nearly 200 meters between the two sides, the black steam tank behind the undead infantry square and the continuous-fire machine guns placed on both sides of the square opened fire, and between the strong guns and rain, the crazy forward The platoon knights turned and fell between the blood, but the knights behind them did not stop charging, and the speed of the most loyal knights in these kingdoms did not even change.

The Paladin’s aura of defense can play a defensive role against this pure physical attack, but in the face of the rapid shooting of steam machine guns, every second they charge, the brave knights are constantly bullets. Hit the body and lose life between the spread of blood mist.

The majestic shaking of the earth, the kingdom knight gritted his teeth, with a sturdy and tragic momentum, carrying the undead gun bullets and rain and moving forward, in the light of the sun shining through the smoke, the dust splashed on the ground, the air The splattered blood mist, the strange smell of the battlefield, the scorching wind, and the tragic landscape on both sides, all reminding them that this will be a return to the death.

But they could not retreat, nor could they retreat. During the attack of the undead artillery, the entire Tirisfal barrier’s defense line was in a state of impending collapse. Once lost, the nearby city of Lordaeron would be in danger. If they can't win in front of the undead camp surrounded by all directions, then the brave battle to death has become the best interpretation of knights' loyalty.

In front of the formation, the death lord Glokus stood at the top of a black steam tank. The shell of the trial armor he wore became bumpy between multiple collisions, and the chest's defense deck was lifted up. Open, under the iron plate, there was a continuous burst of sparks between the fast-moving gear and the spar, which looked very unstable. The left fist of the lord also lost its ability to move flexibly due to repeated collisions, but He looked taller and taller, but with a fierce return from the battlefield.

The steam-powered armor made by the goblin siege divisions in the Black Iron Zone is on the verge of scrapping, but before scrapping, Glokus and Saurfang teamed up to destroy the defensive stone castles built by humans on the sides of the barriers. After the steam tank unit was completely destroyed, these two sets of non-commissioned steam-powered armor were also gloriously completed the battlefield test steps.

Glokush calmly ran from the human knights on the ground full of cold death and blood smoke. At the forefront of the knights was the gray-haired Marshal Gathris. This **** old marshal held his sword high, In the smoke of the undead's artillery fire, he led his knights to the final destination.

This scene is enough for any warrior to feel glory...although this respectable sacrifice cannot win the victory they want.

When the knights rushed to the undead position nearly 70 meters away, the collision between the two positions seemed to occur in the next moment, but the black silent undead infantry square did not have a trace of confusion. In the order of the lower knights, the infantry They lifted the heavy new axe gun in their hands and fired them together in one second.

The low gunshots rang through the entire position, and dozens of knights on horseback were shot down by thunderous gunshots. This thing was not as domineering as a machine gun. In terms of firing method, it was more powerful. And, there is no need to emphasize the quasi-headed shotgun. It uses a lethal and penetrating single shot. At this distance, even the Paladin’s aura of defense cannot resist the frontal attack of this bullet.

"Grenade!"

Another command was issued, and the undead infantry in the first three rows grabbed the black grenades from the armor and tried their best to throw them towards the ground in front. These exploding gadgets are the latest products of the alchemy bombs. Engineers in the Black Iron District have made large alchemy bombs into individual weapons. After filling with the latest goblin gunpowder, this fist-sized bomb detonated as much as those silly **** crude alchemy products .

Hundreds of grenades were thrown at the ground where the knights were about to set foot. Then the light of the fire lighted the knights who charged, and then they were completely swallowed by the scorching smoke screen and the strong explosion. The thunderous sounds spread all over the battlefield, and those trained horses also caused a brief panic, which made the cluster of human knights loose.

But still there was no way for the knights to stop the gallop of horses. In the end, while the first row of necromancers lifted up the heavy axe and slashed forward, this knight who was tortured by fire and explosion, also Slammed into the phalanx of undead infantry.

Dozens of undead infantry were hit into the sky by a terrible rush, but protected by armor, these undeads would not be hit in the same way as before. If this is a human infantry, it will definitely be caused by a physical collision. Death, but undead, undead are not terrible.

The human knight crashed into the square of the undead, and the head of Marshal Gathres was full of angry power. The old knight brandished his sword, struggling to hack the undead infantry wearing armor in front of him, he thought Like the previous wars, all the enemies in the front of the war horses were thrown away, and with the impact of the war horses, the enemy's camp was thoroughly penetrated.

Unfortunately, he can't do it.

In the face of the Necropolis that has completed a full facelift, the effect of the cluster collision that the human knight is proud of has been greatly reduced. After breaking through the first three rows of undead infantry, Gathris felt the shaking of the crotch horse, The kinetic energy of the knight charge is about to be exhausted.

"Do not..."

The old marshal raised his head and looked at the black marine tank behind the phalanx of the undead infantry, and standing on the tank, looking at his death lord Glokus. From the eyes of the dead, he saw a touch of indifference and Unabashed mocking.

It was as if he was laughing at his overconfidence.

Glokus looked at the striker of the human knight trapped by the undead infantry. He moved his body and released himself from the steam-powered armor that had been scrapped. He reached for the rune tomahawk delivered by the adjutant, his left hand. Fiercely cut forward.

"charge!"

The death knights who had been waiting for a long time had finally been ordered. On both sides of the silent position, the heavy armor knights wearing heavy armor and holding rune weapons were like two shot arrows, and the dark red death energy wrapped around them. In the body of the body, in the breathtaking cold air, these death knights penetrated the chaotic human knight's camp like a sharp knife.

"Wow"

The weapon in the hands of Field Marshal Gathris who wanted to make the knights retreat collided fiercely with the slashed battle axe. In the hack, the armor on the BMW Liangmao, which was constantly receding, was torn open, and it has been stuck to the end.

"boom"

Glokus forced Gatheris to retreat with an axe, and then pulled out a dark golden fierce shotgun from behind. At a distance of almost 0, he fired a shot at Gathris and his horse. The head of the battle horse charged by the marshal was lifted by a third in the explosion of the single-headed bullet. Between the flesh and blood, the dead creature exhausted his last effort and threw the marshal behind it on the ground on.

In the tumultuous battlefield, the veteran marshal with his hair spread out, holding his weapon and climbing up, saw a black muzzle, still emitting blue smoke, which was firmly resting on his forehead. .

Glokush carried the battle axe in one hand and the heavy shotgun in the other. He tilted his head and glanced at the angry marshal. He said softly:

"Hey, old knight... like our new weapon?"

"Hush... this will be a little...painful."

"boom"

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"The Glokush side is almost over... the soldiers of the Tirisfal barrier are retreating."

In the original Lordanmere Lake, now outside the Dalaran Strait, this bombardment by the Eye of Sargeras completely changed the terrain on the ground, weirdly raised a pile of stepped rocks, the sea below the strait Deep and cold, like some kind of dark secret.

Over the strait, Saurfang sat on his bone dragon. Behind him, two flying regiments joined together. Each bone dragon and undead dragon were filled with heavily armed deaths. Knight, the load has reached its limit.

Obviously, they were separated from the battlefield of the Tirisfal barriers to perform the raid mission.

"Are we going to attack Lordaeron from the air? Lord?"

Saurfang’s adjutant, a tall draenei death knight, asked: "There are not many defenders in this city, as long as there are follow-up reinforcements, we have great confidence that we can win it in one raid. ."

"Isn't that what we are here for? Maldala, you take your wing to destroy the portals that are still running in the city. The other knights separate the four teams and go to the four urban areas to block the escape of civilians. The route, to gather them together, I am responsible for the palace of this city...the royal family of Menethil, they should still be here."

Saurfang looked down at the white city standing above the earth. He whispered a command, and then pulled out his battle axe from the back. With the reins shaking in his hands, the huge bone dragon gathered his wings and lifted his wings from the sky. The rapid fall, in the sky at dusk, a black creature fell from the sky to the earth, this scene immediately caught the attention of the Lord Stan Squadron.

In the roar of the dwarves, the Griffon Knight quickly rushed into the sky, but when they rushed into the sky, they were entangled on the battlefield of the sky by nearly a thousand dead crows who appeared from above the clouds. The Griffon Knight is the main air power of the human empire, but compared to the number of Undead Crows in the Legion of the Dark Edge, they are simply rare creatures, not to mention the dreaded gargoyle tide compared to the Scourge.

"Aoao"

When the skeletal dragon passed the court of Lordaeron, it lowered its head and covered the cold, snow-like blizzard over the court below. The guards who guarded the court were instantly killed and injured.

In the icy storm, a black shadow fell from the sky and finally landed steadily in front of the palace in the middle of the palace. Saurfang stood on the ground covered by frost. In front of him, the loyal Lord of the Lordaeron and The Paladin and the court mage rushed from all directions, blocking his way forward.

Saurfang was surrounded, but facing the humans who were glaring at him, there was no fluctuation in the heart of the death lord. He took a step forward. The next moment, a golden light hammer hit him at the foot, Saurfa He raised his head, and behind the group of soldiers, the great knight Uther was holding a warhammer and looked at him indifferently.

"Undead, stop!"

"Um... a good opponent."

Saurfang said in a hollow voice unique to the undead, he thought for a moment, and then turned his tomahawk back, and between the beating of his fingers, a silver, heavy, embellished with a deep Naga The style of the sea tide trident appeared in his hand. He placed the battle halberd on the ground. A wave of sea tide surging behind the death knight appeared. A moment later, a strange, ghostlike giant figure appeared behind him. .

That was the soul of Vasque, the sea monster warrior who was beheaded by him. Under the influence of psychic magic, this powerful soul was bound in the weapon of his life and became a unique summon of the death lord.

"The Grand Knight is mine..."

Saurfang threw the battle halberd to the sea monster ghost behind him, then pulled out the battle axe again, moved his shoulder, and before initiating the charge, he commanded indifferently:

"Don't let others come and disturb me!"

As the words fell, the stones at the feet of the most powerful death lord in the Dark Blade Knights completely collapsed, and his figure turned into a dark red lightning, which hit the Ukrainian knight who was waiting for him, behind him, The ghost of Naga is moving with six arms, between the flurry of hair like a snake on the head, in the call of Naga’s sea monster magic, the tide of cold soul will also be in the hoarse laughter of the sea monster warrior. Other humans are involved in this, the deadliest battlefield.

"boom"

The energy lightning caused by the collision of death and the power of the light fluttered above the palace. The old King Terenas leaned on his cane and watched the energy roaring above his head exploded in the air, his wrinkled face. No expression, no one can predict the thoughts of this king.

Behind him, the most loyal guards stood beside the king in every step.

"boom"

The door of the King's Hall was pushed open, and an anxious Prince Alsace rushed into the room. He shouted to his father:

"The death knight has entered the city, Father, come with me soon, Anna and I will **** you away!"

"No! Arthas, it's not me who should leave..."

The king turned around and looked at his grown-up son. A sigh of relief flashed in his cloudy eyes. At the next moment, the expression of the king became serious:

"Alsace Menethil!"

"Kneel!"

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