Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Strangsom has a civil unrest?"

Lord Roglio, who was heading to Stratholme City along East Stratholme’s road, heard his adjutant’s report. He waved his hand and allowed the team to move forward, clearing the wandering Scourge and undead all the way. To:

"Who caused it?"

"It's a cult called "Curse of God", lord, before we came, the city was in chaos."

The leading adjutant replied:

"Our spies hiding in the city sent back the news. Stratholme’s civilian mission was shut down by the cultists two hours ago. They also spread the undead plague in the city. The King’s Trail was ignited and the fire was spreading. ."

"Really bad."

Roglio touched his chin. The death lord with a scar on his eyes thought for a moment and asked:

"How many people are still in that city?"

"About 60,000 people are the last civilians waiting to be transported, but they are now trapped in the city. In addition, it is said that some high-elf civilians who moved to Stratholme City are also trapped in the plague. And flames."

"Don't Stratholme have guards? Are they allowed by cultists?"

Roglio frowned, looking at the shadows of Stratholme in the distance in the dusk, his unexplored heart panicked for a moment, the death lord touched his heart, and instinctively told him that he should go to that city Take a look.

So a moment later, Roglio said to his adjutant:

"Johnny, you continue to the Quildolin Lodge with the 3rd to 7th Wings of the Hammerfire. The remaining four Wings follow me to Stratholme. As for Tyr's hand... just first Put it there, those Light Believers are tricky, we leave them at the end."

"Observe, Lord!"

The high-level death knight Johnny Aussen ordered to leave, this is also a very handsome high elf, was a member of the once infiltrated Draenor avant-garde, died in the great earthquake caused by Khadgar and the bronze dragon Sephor In the middle, after being resurrected, he joined Roglio's united team. Until now, he has become the No. 2 character of the Hammerfire Group.

Perhaps soon, Johnny will become the sub-lord of the Dark Blade War Group, which is a new rank. After the Northern Xinjiang War, there will be several new battle groups, and in the increasingly large dark In the military system of the Blade Warfare, the rare number of Death Lords is not enough to command so many warfare groups, so Tyrion decided to add a rank between the commander and the high-level knight, and the existing warfare system will be Further differentiation.

That is to say, soon, Johnny Aosen will have his own clan, which may not be as large as the hammer fire clan, but how to say, this once high elf scout will also enter the real Senior management.

After Johnny left with four teams, Roglio stood on the hillside. He looked at Stratholme in the distance, watching the smoke rising above the city. Eventually, he shook his head and thought Suddenly remembered a sentence that Tyrion had said when they went out hunting with Tyrion when they were still alive.

"Everything in this world is useful, even the dross has its own use, but it is even worse than the dross, it is those who work hard to become the dross..."

The silent death lord reached over and took his own engraved necrotic rune, a gray and white war bow made of black dragon's tendons and Gron's bones. Behind him, a silent dark blade army was ready to go.

"This chaotic world is absolutely useless. It is really pitiful. Let us save them!"

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"Call, call"

In the business district of Stratholme City, Kane in a hunting suit ran breathlessly in the dark alley. This young adult was beating back and forth in the dark alley with the agility unique to the high elves, like a ghost of agility. It took only a few seconds to reach the street on the other side of the alley.

His blond hair was beating on his shoulders, and he ran back and forth from time to time, looking at the top and back of his head, mixed with choking ashes and a scorching air blowing in the wind, on the other side of the business district, Little half of the block was burning, and the chaotic cultists not only destroyed the portal, but also set fire to the city.

To be honest, no one knows what those lunatics want to do, but the city has come to a distorted end, and there are people running around in a panic, like headless flies, and those who are doing crazy things while they are chaotic. The gangster, robbery, ***, under the shadow of death, in the absence of strong control, this city with only one fifth of the population is like a group of demons.

Kane coughed a few times and covered his nose and mouth with his cuffs. He had to rush back to the neighborhood where he lived before the fire spread. Before leaving the city, he had to get what was most important to him.

That's what his father left him...

Kane was one of the elves who emigrated from Desom to Stratholme more than a month ago, following the call of His Majesty the Sun King Kael'thas. He was a ranger apprentice and came here with his mentor. Since Quel'Thalas, which has been destroyed by natural disasters, Kane does not like the city of human beings. He thinks the city is too noisy.

In fact, it’s not just this child, but the elves who immigrated to Stratholme didn’t adapt well to human life, so when Baron Rivendell still managed the city, these elves were placed in the corner of the old town, The traffic there is very inconvenient, and there are few people living, but it is very quiet and suitable for these elves.

"boom"

The door of the house in the corner of the old city was pushed open, Kane rushed into the dim room, dragged a wooden box under his bed, opened it, and placed a longbow made of mahogany, not too Many carvings, this is just a training "toy" bow, made by Kane's father before he left Quel'Thalas.

That was almost 15 years ago.

For the high elves, 15 years is just a blink of an eye, but the high elves also have feelings. For Kane, after hearing the news of his father’s death 11 years ago, this bow became a thing for him. He is the only souvenir to his deceased father.

"Click"

The wooden box was closed, and Kane took a sigh of relief. He carried the wooden box behind him, then picked up the long sword beside the bed, walked out of the room quickly, he should leave, the city's portal has been destroyed He must return to Quel'Dorlin Lodge before the Dark Blade Undead rushes into the city, where some compatriots are said to insist.

Fortunately, the road from Stratholme to the Quildolin Lodge is not far, and at the speed of the high elves, it takes only half a day to arrive.

But as Kane passed by the city cemetery, he suddenly discovered that under the sky covered by ashes, in the shadow of the cemetery, a group of strange guys were gathering at the door of an open tomb, at the feet of those guys, There is also a cloth bag, which is struggling to "struggle". Obviously, there is a living person in it.

"Tomb thief?"

This thought appeared in Kane’s heart, making the young high elves walk a little slower, probably because of his father’s experience, so that Kane was full of hatred for a guy like a tomb robber, not to mention, he couldn’t treat that one. The abducted living people turned a blind eye, so after hesitating for a moment, Kane quietly over the wall of the tomb and approached the weird guys.

"Those **** paladins sprinkled Rivendell's body with holy water and burned him to ashes..."

"It doesn't matter, the power of the master remains in Rivendell's ashes, we have to bring it back to Northrend, where he will be reborn."

"What about this little boy? Look at him, this guy is dying."

"Don’t be stupid, Orix is ​​a very important item. In the event that Rivendell’s resurrection fails, this important task will have to be inherited by his son, quack, and then take his wife’s soul back to the promise. Sende, let them "reunite", ha ha ha ha!"

The voices of the cultists talked into Kane’s ears hiding in the trees, which made the young ranger bite his teeth. Obviously, these guys were stealing Baron Rivendell’s family cemetery. The couple's ashes and his only son were taken away. This evil behavior made Kane feel finger-pointing, but he was very sensible. He knew that relying on his own skills, it was difficult to deal with these dozen cultists at the same time.

After all, he is just a ranger apprentice, but if his father is here, Kane believes that his father will not sit and watch this evil happen.

The young elf gritted his teeth. He crawled down the tree trunk, crawling through the wall of the cemetery, carrying a wooden box on his back, and running towards the nearest block from the cemetery, he had to find a helper. If he remembered correctly, a few blocks away, where the Paladins of Stratholme City gathered, those Paladins who believed in the Holy Light would certainly not let these cultists do anything.

And just at the next corner where Kane left the cemetery, in front of the road where he ran, a tall figure was coming out of a shop. He was wearing white and silver armor, and he looked like a paladin. This made Kay En saw hope.

"Mr. Knight! Wait a minute!"

Kane cried out to the paladin, who stopped and looked back at the elf who was running towards him, his eyes full of untimely curiosity.

"Huh, Mr. Knight, a group of people, a group of cultists are stealing the tomb of Baron Rivendell in the cemetery. They also kidnapped the baron's son, please..."

Kane quickly ran to the paladin, and he told the paladin what he heard, but soon, Kane noticed the strangeness of the paladin, his armor was still not there. Wipe clean blood, and look backwards along his shoulders. In the calm shop, there is a faint smell of blood.

This made the young elf step back subconsciously, his hand on the hilt of his waist.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The paladin rubbed his chin, then put his finger to his mouth and said in a weird voice:

"Good boy, shh, since it's a secret, you can't talk around..."

Kane looked at the tall paladin. He saw that the paladin’s eyes slowly turned into pure black eyes, which made the ranger feel a fatal crisis. He turned and ran, and at this moment, holy The figure of the knight suddenly disappeared. In the screams of the vampire bats, a pair of huge bat wings suddenly spread out on Kane's escape, smashing the unexpected ranger apprentice.

Kane, who was flying in the air, felt black in front of him, and a cold, black claw was buckled on his neck. In front of him, the prototype fear demon Marganis completely showed a low smile. sound.

"Where are you going? Good boy... Come back to Northrend with me. You look good to be a...dark ranger. By the way, what's your name?"

Kane's neck was fastened by the cold claws. He felt that the air was being squeezed out of his lungs bit by bit. This was a very painful process, but Kane did not make a sound. The young, under-aged elf looked at the fear demon in front of him with a hateful look. He said in a hoarse voice:

"Monster! I... not afraid of you!"

"Ok?"

The cruel Mal'Ganis narrowed his eyes, and there was a smile on the corner of the dreadlord's mouth:

"No, you should be afraid of me, boy..."

"Uh"

The dreadlord waved his hand casually, and Kane's body was severely smashed on the wall next to him. The young man's mouth spouted blood, and he struggled to get up, but the next moment, he was stepped on At the foot, Mal'Ganis turned the devil's hoof, and it looked at Kane predominantly. He said awkwardly:

"Tell me, what is your name!"

"His name is Kane!"

A low, hoarse voice answered Marganis’ question, and the fear demon froze for a moment, and the group of vampire bats that immediately turned into whistling disappeared in place. In the middle, the dark red death energy wrapped on the arrow shaft caused a swirling energy storm in the air, and the bat group exploding in all directions seemed to be trapped in place by strange energy.

"Ah! Damn arrows! Damn dark blade undead!"

After a twist of light, Marganis screamed to show his figure on the other side of the street. On the chest of the dreadlord, a pale bone arrow had stabbed into its body.

And a slender figure also appeared in front of the already comatose Kane, who was wearing black armor, holding a pale battle bow, gray hair scattered on his shoulders, and there was a scary scar around the corner of his eye. , And in the sky above him, a greasy bone dragon was protruding his head from the dark sky full of ashes.

The look of young Kane is similar to his 7 points.

"His name is Kane, Kane Sunfury..."

The death lord Roglio was half kneeling there. He reached out and gently wiped the blood from Kane's cheeks. He looked at the unconscious young elf in front of him. A strange smile appeared on his face. He Whispered:

"He is my most precious treasure..."

"Demon, it seems that we have to discuss...about your dare to hurt my son."

"Just take your death to pay for his pain..."

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