Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Dalyn! I...Drake Proudmoore, I'll challenge you!"

Queen Anna, who had already caught fire on the deck, was like the veteran of the last war in the turbulent current called by the tide sage, even though his body was covered with blood and scars, he was still unwilling to bow his head to the enemy.

This heavy flagship slammed openly debris floating in front of the sea, and with faster and faster acceleration, the flames on the deck of the entire ship were blown back and forth, and the hot flames burned the air like Like the flickering light curtain, with most of the ship's firepower destroyed by enemy shelling, the options left for Drake are too few.

And the real pain in the scars left by the previous shelling caused the prince of Kul Tiras to sway, and in the lick of flames, Drake’s military uniforms became ragged. The blood overflowed his chest. His handsome and masculine face was covered with black ash and scars. The combed hair was also messed up in the burning fire and the bad war.

Although embarrassed, but not humble.

He leaned on his body with a command knife. During the battleship charge, the prince picked up a golden pocket watch from his chest. The glass of the pocket watch had broken apart, but in the pocket of the pocket watch, the magical impression of the inlaid golden girl, but Still clear, as if she had been with him all the time.

"Lucy..."

Drake looked at the image of the girl. In the eyes lit by the flame, a flash of regret passed away. The delicate pocket watch fell on the deck under his feet. When Drake raised his head again, the last thing in his heart Fear is dispelled.

"Sorry..."

The prince said the last sentence, floating in front of his eyes, filled with the roar of artillery on the sea, less than 300 meters away from the black sea kingship like a sea beast.

He could already see the expression of his father, and even the ice-blue eyes. There was nothing in it, but it seemed to contain the whole world.

The duel between father and son...coming soon...

"boom"

On the eve of the collision between the two warships, on the seaside outside the sea, a white light pierced the night like a sword, so that both Dai Lin and Drake could not help but leaned their heads, and then saw the quilt Jaina wrapped in warm white light, that was Dai Lin's daughter, that was Drake's sister, that was just as important to the two men in life and death.

"I don't allow..."

Jaina held the pendant of the silver anchor suspended in her hands with both hands. She was like a queen of light, and the endless sea tide wrapped around her feet in a vortex-like gesture, behind the slender figure A long white hair mixed with gold fluttered in the air. She could feel the power of the reverberation in her palms about to reach the apex. She could feel that a strange door was about to open.

The princess of Kul Tiras shouted loudly at this moment:

"I don't allow you to kill each other...Tan Reed... come back! I need you... The Proudmoore family needs you! Come back and stop all this!"

"My brother, come back!"

Jaina's voice became more and more sharp. At the last cry, a sound like mourning spread throughout the sea. The sea breeze rolled suddenly at this moment, and the cold water seemed to feel some kind of The miracle that is about to appear is a huge whirlpool like a city surging wildly on the surface of the open sea surrounded by mist.

Between the tide rolling like a monster swallowing the water, behind Dai Lin's fleet of dead souls, there was always a huge fleet that appeared in an endless storm, and slowly appeared on the sea surface in a strange wind.

It’s not just the third and fourth fleets of Kul Tiras, but also the warships that have been lost in the storm of this sea for hundreds of years. Those fighters who are still alive but forgotten by the world, they come from the world. Every corner, their hometown has even been annihilated in the flow of time, but they are still... After the weird power has rested for the time, the curse of the old is completely removed.

"Fleet! Follow my orders!"

Tenred Proudmoore, who was standing on the bridge of the Third Fleet’s flagship Jackdaw, saw the fog when he entered the sea. The battleship that was burning and still charging on the sea, He couldn't see the big brother standing on the battleship, but he could see the flag hanging on the top of the battleship.

That is the flag of Kul Tiras.

No explanation, no need to wait and see, the warrior returned from the rift of the world already knew his mission.

His loud voice rang in the dead sea:

"The enemy is ahead! The artillery is aiming!"

"In the name of Kul Tiras...fire!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom"

The artillery shells coming from the rear, without warning, like a storm of flames, swept across the entire fleet of Dead Souls. When Tenred returned with the lost fleet, Dai Lin returned with a feeling. It seemed that his fleet was enemies on the back, but he was not injured, and a moment later, the dark-eyed admiral flashed an unabashed smile in his cold eyes.

"It's so good... so good, Tyrion didn't deceive me..."

"It's all here...my children, it's all here...a family feast, it's really nostalgic!"

The golden sword in Dai Lin's hands, surrounded by strange darkness and blood-red rays, was divided into two. In the moment when the admiral clenched the evil blade of the ocean, the clear night sky above everyone's head changed suddenly at this moment, and the sea breeze was almost in a few seconds. The inside has strengthened more than three times, and layers of dark clouds float above the sea surface, just like a demon sealed by the sea is about to escape.

The King of the Sea made a gurgling water swallowing sound. The battleship connected to Dai Lin's soul seemed to have just awakened at this moment. In the roaring sound echoing in its body, the body of the general of the dark blade was in the storm of storm and obscurity Slowly rising in the mist, holding two war knives in his hand, he was like the **** of the angry sea coming, and even in his eyes, the storm sparks echoed.

"Then come!"

"Challenge me! Prodemore's descendants, let me see if you are qualified... to rule this sea!"

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"Life and luck, life and death, destruction and rebirth..."

Among the clouds thousands of meters above Whispering Harbor, the two Blood Mages who have not seen for a long time are also the first to follow Tyrion's Sahrain Severn and Outem, these two guys stay in a leisurely posture In the high altitude where the air is thin, neither participated in the fierce siege on the ground below, nor tried to interfere with the "family gathering" on the sea.

They are like observers outside the affair, with a gaze of gaze, over the northern part of Tirisfal, looking at this side of the war-filled world.

Seven's eyes slowly recovered from the sea covered with storms and frost. He said with regret:

"Dai Lin really is the guy who is favored by the sea...he found the legendary relics buried deep in the sea of ​​dark light, life and luck, heh, it really makes people... jealous."

"Nothing to be jealous of."

Ottum is very open. This blood mage, who has been completely transformed into an alchemist, stretched his hand and flicked the cuff. He said indifferently:

"The two swords are cursed. Although the holder will become the real sea demon, each time they wield, they will absorb the flesh of the owner. More importantly, they have no soul. They are more brutal than the apocalypse. To be evil..."

"I'm more curious than the cursed sword. Will Dai Lin show mercy to his children, I think...should be."

"He will be the second Danas!"

Saiwen said:

"The more indifferent people are, the hotter the heart is. When our boss chooses his subordinates, he actually comes according to his template. The so-called things are clustered, and people are divided into groups. This is the reason. Not surprisingly."

"Hush!"

Seven continued to speak, but was interrupted by Altham. The alchemist closed his eyes and put the ring on his finger close to his ear. He seemed to be listening to the sound from the ring. After a while, he turned to his companion. :

"It's time! The boss doesn't want to wait any longer... let's go!"

"Huh. Actually."

The figures of the two blood mage began to flutter backwards. In the cold wind in the high altitude, Seven said in the spiritual link of Sahel:

"It's actually quite interesting to see such a beastly death..."

"Come on your bad taste."

Autum refuted the sentence. At the next moment, the two blood mages opened their cuffs, and a series of purple crystals flew out of their sleeves, but did not immediately fall into the sky, but under the magical support, slowly It slowly formed a huge ring. After the last spar was put in place, the ring composed of this spar was like a complex magic circle, and began to emit light in the sky thousands of meters high. Purple halo.

It is like a summoning array, but in fact, this is not calling something. On the contrary, this tedious stuff is just for positioning, nothing more.

"Wow, wow"

The moment when the purple ring in the sky directly above Whispering Harbor attracted the attention of the dwarf knights in the city below, just a few seconds later, a team of Griffon knights screamed and rushed to the sky, they caught With the shiny silver flying hammer, under the special power system of the wild hammer dwarf, this small flying hammer can even hit the thunder track in the sky.

But in the face of those griffin knights flying up, watching them ferociously rushed to the rear suspension formation, the two blood mage hovering in the air did not mean to protect the formation, on the contrary, they were The gryphon retreated quickly, seeming to be afraid of what was coming.

At the same time, above the scorching waste soil in the southernmost part of the eastern continent, the vortex-shaped halo of the Dark Gate, which had been open for several years, was suspended in the sky, huge like a black hill. The buildings slowly moved from the world of Draenor to Azeroth. This thing is like a real city. It is silent during flight. On the surface of the dark buildings, there are also some ancient mural.

Below the very smooth repaired city, thousands of polished Apexis spars gleam in a dim light in the continuous supply of energy in the core of the flying city, just after entering the new world of Azeroth Within tens of seconds, the crystal light under the huge flying city, like manipulative manipulation, turned from a dull luster into a lavender.

The Temple of Darkness is a symbol of the **** of the Dark Blade Legion in the world of Draenor, but wherever the shadow of the black fortress is shrouded, it is the land of Dark Blade Reign.

Inside the shrine, in the hall at the core of the floating city energy, a familiar figure is standing behind the busy ghosts, and a screen carved in front of her with a huge gem is showing the scene on the northernmost battlefield of the mainland. After seeing the flashing purple magic circle floating in the air, this tall and slender, uneven figure flicked his hair.

In the flying of the hoof girl's long white hair, Yrel, who returned from the wound, gave orders with a magnetic voice.

"Positioning has been completed!"

"The space jump begins...the target whispers the coast."

"For... the glory of the dark blade!"

"Wow!"

At this moment, the space around the huge dark temple was distorted, and the entire city was covered with a layer of purple light. The magical output power of the core energy of the Eye of Dalaran was increased to the limit, and the light entering it was all Twisted, the hair of the elite knights eternally stationed in the Dark Gate were blown up, and in their calm gaze, the 24 magic hubs of the giants in the sky lit a purple flame at the same time, as if they were rippling in the night miracle.

"Time and space mapping is normal! The output of the magic hub is normal! The fortress defense layer is normal! Space distortion is opening! The countdown is 5 seconds!"

"5"

"4"

"3"

In the hollow countdown sound of Draenei's ghost technician, Yrel's eyes became more and more shining. At the end of the countdown, the flower of the death lord's eyes illuminated the entire cursed land in purple light. At the moment, the huge mountain-like fortress in the sky still disappeared.

The surrounding space is like being dug through. After the dark temple disappears, the self-repair of the space and the filling of the interior fill the air with a dim light, just like an electric current.

Above the Whispering Harbor, the brave gryphon knights raised the silver flying hammer in their hands. In their roar, the roaring warhammer brought out a dazzling thunder in the air, hitting the purple circle with brighter and brighter light. In their eyes, it seems that they have seen the destruction of the phalanx.

however...

"Wow"

The whistling flying hammer hit the outer wall of the dark temple wrapped around the halo in the next second, making a low impact sound, and then, like their master, in the space storm caused by the ultimate conveyor belt across the world, It was easily torn to pieces.

"Space distortion is off! The city defense weapon is starting..."

In the screams of the enchanting guard mage of the Whispering Port below, the purple halo surrounding the dark temple dispersed a little bit, in the shadow of the air hill that was three circles larger than the Whispering Port below, all Everyone felt... despair.

"In the name of His Majesty..."

Yrel looked at the purple shield propped up by the city below indifferently. She said softly:

"Destroy it..."

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