Azeroth’s Death Track

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Silver Moon City in the night is so quiet, even in a disturbing war, people still need to rest, this is the instinct of life.

King Anastarian is sitting in his palace. The leader is almost 3000 years old, but he is a powerful mage himself. Through magical washing, he can make him look less old and still Vigorous.

He has long blond hair like Kael'thas, but because of his age, his blond hair is mixed with many conspicuous white hair, which means that the old king is no longer young.

He glanced at the battle report from the front. In his heart, the king dismissed the orcs' threats.

Just like he never thought that brutal trolls could break Quel'Thalas, he also didn't think that the orcs could break into his kingdom, the miracle of the high elves, the sunwell with endless magical powers sheltering his kingdom And the people, and the supreme wisdom left by the first king, Bantile Noel has guarded the country for 6800 years, and it will also protect its people in the years to come.

"Kael'thas, my son..."

The old king picked up a letter, which was written to his father by the elven prince Kael'thas who was traveling in Dalaran. He advised his father to make up his mind to join the alliance as soon as possible. In his eyes, between his lines, he revealed concerns about Quel'Thalas.

But this worry made King Anastarian somewhat dissatisfied.

"You still can't understand why I want to keep a distance from humans..."

The old king put down the letter in his hand, closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, and said to himself:

"They don't even want to help their fellow kingdom. You still hope that they will help the aliens... When the storm kingdom fell, the ugliness of those kings was really disgusting."

The servants in the palace do their own things quietly. The old king has ruled Quel'Thalas for nearly 3,000 years. His authority in this country can no longer be described in words. In a sense, Anastarian. The Sun Daily has become a symbol of Quel'Thalas!

The old king stood up and walked slowly to the terrace of the palace. He gazed at the sky in the distance. In the dark night, the light of the Sunwell illuminated the northernmost part of the continent, making the Silver Moon City never dark.

"My son, you are still too young."

"boom"

Just as the old king was about to turn around and leave, to go to rest, a sudden wave of magic changed his face drastically. When he turned around, he saw the twisted and chaotic magic storm in the sky of the Yongge Forest tearing the night of the sky This scene made the king's fists clenched tightly.

"Bantirinoll's enchantment is broken! This... how is this possible!"

On the other side, outside the envelop of the enchantment, warriors of the Stormclan and Twilight's Hammer clan are waiting. These two small clans relying on magical combat are ready to fight under the leadership of their chief, but To be honest, they don’t even know what they are waiting for.

In the dark envelope, the hazy orc warlock Gul'dan looked at the battlefield in the dark in the distance. His dark red eyes beating a trace of extreme disgust and dissatisfaction. Tyrion said well, this guy planned in the dark Some things, he needs time.

The tall ogre Gujar put on a special robe. He carried a white bone staff in his hand. He sat next to Gul'dan like a rude ogre. The two said with a spiritual link words.

"The elf said he could destroy the enchantment, and Saurfang believed him! (Gul'dan, he began to doubt you)"

Gujar's way of speaking is very weird. He has two heads, double thinking, double wisdom, double fighting power.

Of course, he occasionally quarreled with himself, and he had double happiness and double trouble.

This guy is used to talking with two heads together. If he doesn't adapt to his rhythm, he will feel very confused.

Faced with Gujar's body shape, Gul'dan grunted in the spiritual link and said disdainfully:

"Follow him, neither Saurfang nor Orgrim. These guys immersed in mortal wars have no idea what we are after...it’s just a sad group of mortals, I just need Hurry up and soon... Soon we can get rid of them! Gujar, my apprentice, is your clan willing to sell your life for you?"

"Of course! (All disobedience has been killed!)"

"That’s good. It takes a lot of souls to open the temple. The more people who follow us, the better... Believe me, my apprentice, we will soon embark on a path to godhood! Let these rough Orcs continue to sell their lives for the devil, we... we will break away from all this! I swear!"

Gul'dan gave a low, hoarse laugh. His eyes had a vision for the future, a desire for power, a sign of vicious brutality, and at the deepest point, there was a rare hope for freedom.

As a witness and implementer of the complete event that took part in the Draenor Orc World from prosperity to collapse, Gul'dan was the first orc to contact those behind-the-scenes hands, and he was the most aware of their power. He was once in the orc world Li, as their spokesperson, destroyed their own world for them, and under their command, built a dark gate to lead the orcs to invade another world.

But as a crazy warlock chasing power, will Gul'dan be willing to be a humble pawn?

No, he doesn't want to!

He has more advanced pursuits... he wants to master the ultimate power among the stars! He wants to... get rid of the shackles that black hands bring to him behind the scenes, he wants to be free! He will dominate them in turn! In the end, the entire stars will become his kingdom!

This is a very arrogant fantasy, but... who has stipulated that a bad guy who does nothing evil can not have his own dream?

"boom"

The magic storm that burst from the battlefield in the darkness ahead, rolled into a substantial gust of wind, blowing through everything around and interrupting Gul'dan's thinking.

He stretched out his hand and kept it in front of him. The sudden gust of wind made the warlocks and wizards behind him cry out in surprise. The pure and powerful magic contained in the wind made everyone including Gul'dan , Could not help but widen his eyes.

"This is... this is the power of the elves' sun wells?"

Gul'dan closed his eyes and sniffed deeply in the wind. The smell of magic in the wind made him feel trembling, and beside him, the ogre Gujar stood up and spread his arms in this way. Embrace the sheer magic that comes from the face.

"So powerful! So pure! So bright!"

Gul'dan opened his eyes, and his dark red eyes were full of desire to conquer and covetment of power. After the rune stone was pulled out, the enchantment was broken, and the oppression of magic no longer existed. Guldan held on His own skull stick, his fingers pointed forward in the dark:

"Come on! Kill all the elves and destroy this country... The Sunwell, this trembling source of magic...When we come back, it will belong to me!"

The warriors of the Stormclan and Twilight's Hammer clan roared like beasts. The blood of the evil energy in their bodies made them irrationally irritated by the war. They howled and rushed forward to the battlefield.

Gul'dan's outstretched fingers flipped over, huge magical power beating at his fingertips, green runes flipped over his arms, shattered, and in the call of twisting the void, a searing and huge living body responded to the warlock's call .

"Snapped"

Gul'dan's fingers jumped a bit, and the next moment, in the dark sky in the distance, the sky was torn apart, and a meteorite burning with a dark green flame descended from the sky, such as the signal of the arrival of war and destruction.

"boom"

The meteorite quickly hit the ground, hitting the camp of the ranger and elf mage that was retreating. The collision of the landing caused dozens of people to die instantly. The dark green flames splashed out. In the crater, a behemoth Slowly standing up, it is a dark creature composed of dark green burning stones and evil energy connected together.

That was one of the most massive siege weapons among demons, and it was also the iconic war magic of the warlocks... Hellfire!

"boom"

Hellfire Giant Shu spread his body over 5 meters high. The body made of stones was burning with a fiery fiery fire. It made a silent roar towards the sky. It clenched its fists and slammed to the ground. It was just a moment, Ranger The line of defense that they struggled to declare broke.

And this is just the beginning!

"Aoao"

Gul'dan walked to the battlefield. In the place where he walked, the dark space was torn and torn, and his whole body was covered with black scales. The teeth were chilling, and a huge and huge number of devil hounds rushed out of it. In Gul'dan Under the command of evil, they quickly formed an army of demons, and the demon guards that followed, those dire and terrifying demons cleared the way for Gul'dan easily.

In front of Orgrim, Gul'dan won't use warlock magic to provoke it, but no one can control him in this land far from the main battlefield.

The power of high-level warlocks on the battlefield is undoubtedly revealed at this moment. A warlock who completely releases his hands, a person is an army!

The demon army summoned by Gul'dan alone brutally destroyed the last resistance of the Rangers with unstoppable force.

And outside the ruins of the destroyed town of Tacquilin, Tyrion bent down with his epee, picked up the darkened rune stone from the flesh on the ground, and handed it to him Serent.

"Remember this position, Serrent!"

Tyrion said to his confidant: "Then hold it and hide near here! Waiting for my order..."

Serent didn't say much. He took the rune stone and turned around and quickly disappeared into the already noisy night. Behind him, Glokus asked softly:

"This is the opportunity you created for me?"

Tyrion nodded:

"I have never forgotten my promise. You see, when the enchantment is closed again, all orcs and trolls that have penetrated into it will lose their ability to cast spells. In the face of a Gul'dan that can't cast spells, don't you? Confidence?"

"Hey"

Glokush grinned, the dark red energy of death wrapped around his body, repairing the injuries on his body, he clenched his fists, and his dark eyes became bright red and cruel:

"I will unscrew his head by hand... After finishing this thing? Tyraine, are you still going back to the tribe?"

Faced with this problem, Tyrion carried the Epee behind him, he hooked his finger, and a moment later, a huge white boned Griffon fell silently beside him. He rode on the Griffon and turned his head right Glokus said:

"It's time to say goodbye to the tribe...Look at this corpse, I might have to thank them for their killing and provided us with enough soldiers! After you kill Gul'dan, we will leave North Xinjiang . This battlefield has no longer something to cherish."

The Bone Griffon flapped its wings and flew silently into the darkness above his head. Tyrion looked at the forest full of war and blood below. He was going to go to the war to choose a strong enough warrior to fill his knighthood. This will be the biggest reward brought to him by the rekindled war.

For the incident of bringing the intruder into his own homeland, Tyrion did not feel much. As soon as he recovered from his death, his destiny was completely separated.

No memories, no tenderness, no pain, no shame, his cold life has been unable to accommodate these things, death fills the other side of life into this body, accompanied by the orcs igniting the entire flames of Quel'Thalas, Tai The darkness and death brought by Ryan will also flood here little by little.

"It's time to pursue a real destiny!"

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