Azeroth’s Death Track

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The whispered port, which has been devastated by flames and disasters, has become a ruin. The civilians stranded in this city have seen the hope of escape in the dozens of blue light beams deep in the sea, which seems to be this despair The last remaining footnote of a night can always guide the weak people through the long night.

The appearance of the beam of light also made the soldiers filled with courage and cruelty on the frontal battlefield full of courage again. The warriors would not fear the strength of the enemy. The only thing they worried about was that they could not be preserved after sacrificing themselves. The people behind.

Every soldier who can appear on this battlefield already has the belief that he will die here because of the cowards... Those cowards died long ago in the previous war.

Facing the indifferent souls rushing out of the night in all directions, and facing the Blade Warrior who came out of the nest, in the last battle of Northern Xinjiang, the light of victory has been dimmed, and the goddess of luck is not on their side, but, Even so, there is still no one put down the weapon in his hand. When they raised their heads in the night and looked around, the ears were filled with the cry of the warrior, and the blood of the martyr was shining in their eyes, echoing in their hearts. Yes, it is endless roar.

Under such circumstances, how can they stop?

What's more, the noble, the emperor of the empire is standing in front of them, like a wall that will never collapse. He is fighting for the future of civilization. He will die for the survival of civilization, even the leaders are there. In such a desperate battle, how can the followers shrouded in a sense of mission fall behind?

"The draenei are here... Warriors of the Empire, our allies are here!"

Losa's hoarse and high roar overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the battlefield at this moment. In the communication of the herald, the emperor's voice passed into every corner of the battlefield lit by explosions and flames.

"We have no way back, but the empire will never fight alone! Warriors, persevere!"

Shouting a morale-raising battle roar, the emperor stepped forward, his hands holding the sharp legendary war sword destroyer, this brass long sword like a double-edged key turned a few deviations in the air Folded, in the burst of power fire, the orc death lord who confronted the human emperor was repelled several steps.

Glokush's figure shook endlessly on the battlefield before he could stop his backward steps. He glanced at the battle axe in his hand. The cracks with different levels are obviously no longer usable.

"Pooh"

The once blackhand chief slobbered rudely towards the ground, threw the tomahawk with the blade in his hand aside, grabbed a heavy warhammer, and between the hands commanded the dance, a layer of dark red, cold bone-breaking death energy Wrapped around the weapon, he thumped his chest like a real orc, and in the glare of the brutal eyes, this death lord once again rushed towards the human emperor like a wild beast.

But seriously, Glokus himself is very clear that he may not be Lothar's opponent.

The human emperor’s armor can no longer see the original color. It is covered with the cold blood of the undead, and beside the emperor is the corpse of a chopped high-level knight, and outside the emperor’s armor, it is like The fire of anger burning like flames is as real as the blood of the barbarian king not only brings endless endurance to Lothar, but also this kind of flame that coexists with legendary weapons.

This is probably the first time in history that the overall warriors seem unpretentious, realizing the power of anger. Lothar is a top fighter. He fights with the power of anger, especially in protecting the people and civilization. Under the call of a strong sense of mission, every blow made by Losa has full lethality. Those weaker than his opponents, it is easy to be slashed in the first blow of the battle.

This is a dangerous enemy, but it is also an opponent that the Dark Blade must be removed. As long as Lothar is still there, the human empire will never fall. This human emperor, in a series of disasters, uses his own will and strength as steel The image of loving the people as a child has truly become the incarnation of the empire...even the incarnation of human civilization.

"Wow"

In the roar of Glokush, the warhammer in his hand was smashed wildly. That furious blow was accurately blocked by Lothar with a war sword, and then in the flip of his wrist, he turned the powerful warhammer towards him. On the ground, the emperor's body deflected outwards at the same time, trying to avoid Glokus' fists, but the distance between the two was too close, and the cold heavy fist finally hit his chest.

"Snapped"

The land under Lothar's feet exploded, allowing his body to step back and stand firmly again. In front of him, Glokus, who had thrown away the Warhammer, threw it with his bare hands, and his left hand was still on the face of Lothar's body. The fire of anger ignited, but for the death lord, this pain was hardly worth mentioning.

"You can fight, orc!"

Lothar’s long sword was inserted on the ground. He stepped forward without fear. His left arm crossed and his right fist swung. Two powerful creatures were like fighting gladiators. The emperor stared at him. Lord of Death, in the gap between his fists, he said in a deep voice:

"But it's a pity that I still have an unfinished mission, I can't yet..."

"Down here!"

In the last half sentence, Lothar roared out, and at the same time, his fist waved from top to bottom, and the flame wrapped around his arm was like a living angry dragon, rising by a standard The Dragon Fist defeated all the defenses of Glokus. The fist hit the orc lord's chin and smashed Glokus' helmet into the air.

The orc's heavy body was lifted from the ground and lifted into the air weakly. His green eyes were still shining with shock and unwillingness...he could feel that Losa broke through himself again at the moment just now Shackled by power.

But this... how is this possible?

He is just an ordinary human being, how can his power be as crazy as this without end?

"Wow"

Glokush's thinking was interrupted by another heavy punch from Loza, the armor of the death lord's chest was smashed by a crack in Loza's violent blow, and his body seemed to be fired Like a cannonball, it screamed and crashed into the battle position between the two armies ahead, knocking several high-level knights who were caught off guard.

The emperor's bravery caused the surrounding soldiers to cheer in unison. They followed the emperor who re-squeezed the war sword and roared to drive the death knights and undead infantry out of position.

"Cough..."

Glokus climbed up from the ground with his chest covered. The death lord could feel that a scorching breath was destroying the structure inside his body. He had lost the ability to continue fighting, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat. .

"Your Majesty's will will be realized!"

The green eyes of the orc death knight burst like living blood, wild energy of death burst from his body, drove the soldiers who rushed back, he stood tremblingly, staring deadly As he approached Lothar, he whispered:

"Your perseverance is meaningless, human emperor, you can't change this world! You can't change the fate in front of you..."

"I didn't come here to change my destiny...orcs."

Lothar nodded to Glokus slightly, and as the surrounding soldiers watched, he raised his sword:

"I just don't want to give in to him, I'm just doing what I think is right..."

"Wow"

The war sword infiltrated by the flames was screaming and chopping off. Glokush gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of another death. He did not feel shame. He was defeated by a person like Lothar. It's a shame.

The only regret is that he may not see the future for which he has paid everything.

"clang"

The dull noise suddenly rang through the battlefield, and Glokus opened his eyes, and saw a trembling black epee inserted in front of his eyes. There was a strange gap behind the heavy long sword, composed of dark energy. The sphere swayed endlessly in that depression.

It was this sword that blocked Loza's final blow and saved the death lord from the eternal future.

"Oh...He's coming."

Glokush stumbled and took a step back. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Lothar:

"He came to see you off..."

Lothar's expression became extremely serious at this moment. Obviously, he already knew who was coming.

"Go rest."

A gentle voice sounded in Glokus’ ears, and a cold armor was also placed on his shoulders. Behind Glokus, in the dark gathering, Terry was wearing dark dragon armor. Ang walked out, and the swaying dark halo fluttered behind him, arbitrarily reconstructing various strange lines in the air, like the light wings that could not see the outline.

"You have done a good job. Leave the rest to me."

"Yes, your majesty."

Glokush turned and left unrequitedly. At the moment when his figure was engulfed by the dark curtain, Tyrion also stretched out his hand. In the jump of the dark red light, the ashes messenger inserted into the ground jumped into his hands. , Swaying like the shadow of a sword in the air.

"bass"

The sharp blade cut through the air and let out a sharp, long murmur. Tyrion's ice-blue eyes landed on Loza, who was waiting for him. Then he jumped over the body of the emperor and looked at the soldiers who were watching.

He saw anger on the soldiers' faces, saw the fearlessness and courage to die for life, and saw the will to fight to death, which made him very satisfied.

"You trained them well, Lothar."

"You sent the most brave warrior of human civilization to me..."

The wide black cloak behind the King of Dark Blades fluttered away at this moment. His body seemed to change form. From the boots up, his body quickly dissipated, even with his ice-blue eyes. This moment became a strange black.

"So, I laughed and accepted..."

"Wow"

Like a counterattack in the face of the big lich, Tyrion's "Witch Howl" changed more thoroughly this time.

His hands clasped into claws, and the whole person rushed into the sky as if he had lost gravity. The body was quickly atomized, not just the soul, between the black smoke-like halo and the black mist that filled the space. Allowing the surrounding temperature to drop by at least 20° in an instant, he rushed towards Losa and the soldiers behind him in a flying manner like a lost entity.

"Defense! Defense!"

The emperor held the War Slayer's sword in his hands, and the flames on his body expanded rapidly at this moment, wanting to shelter the brave soldiers, but the soldiers were shrouded in black mist in the cold and hoarse screams of Tyrion , The force that directly acts on the soul will easily crush their will.

In the dark night, the brave warriors did not even make a final whimper, just like puppets who lost their souls, one by one fell on the battlefield.

At that scene, it was like death swaying a sickle. In less than a second, all creatures within a radius of 500 meters, with Loza as the center, were taken away by this cruel and terrifying trick.

The expressions of those deceased were frozen, no emotion remained in their eyes, and there was no fatal wound on their bodies, just like between the silent, the fresh soul was so separated from the body.

"monster!"

Lothar's roar, along with the long blazing sword that broke through the darkness, smashed into the dark fog in front of him. In the mist, the sharp warrior smashed another strong legendary weapon.

"clang"

It was like a low bell ringing, and the scattered black mist without substance suddenly gathered at this moment, reorganizing Tyrion's body in front of Lothar's eyes.

He held the Ashbringer with one hand, and the rail was in front of him. There was flame beating on the blade of the War Destroyer, but the flame could not break through the energy protection around the Shadow Blade.

"If there is no death...the pale life will have no pity."

In Tirion’s other hand, a dim soul stone shone brightly. He turned his head and tilted his head slightly, looking at the human emperor in front of him, the only living creature within 500 meters of the circle. Soul Stone lifted up, like a chat between friends, softly asked:

"It's so beautiful... isn't it?"

"Sorry..."

Lothar made a hoarse sound like a collision of steel. He took a step back and clenched the war sword in his hands. Between the roars, the fire of the whole body suddenly gathered, and the flames on the blade of the war destroyer regrouped into the blade. Lothar's body also had a huge blaze of flames slashing towards Tyrion's head mercilessly.

"But I can't see anything but your evil..."

"Wow"

At this moment, the icy force exploded like a bomb explosion, and the surrounding battlefield and corpses were covered with frost. Between the collision of fire and ice, a ring of energy visible to the naked eye shouted and hit the two. Outside the battle circle, several tons of dirt were lifted off, and the dead plants were blown down.

"Oh, maybe it is not the kind of beauty you are after. It seems that we are not the same people. It's a pity..."

King and King, after starting 10 seconds, this final battle has entered a real fierce...

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