Azeroth’s Death Track

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High-level knight Ayre's left leg had a fracture sound, which made him kneel **** the platform of the dark temple, and his mouth was sprayed with a cold blood stain, and his armor was bombarded violently. The broken piece in the middle was broken, and his left arm had been cut off with a sharp weapon.

And all the death energy in his body was locked by Tyrion's huge will, as if he had directly cut off the source of power.

In front of the embarrassed high-level knight, Tyrion looked down at him. After a few seconds, the King of Dark Blade looked at the painful soul of the black knight who was struggling in his hand. He said softly:

"You traitors are really interesting... Does it really make sense to lay down to rescue a lunatic swallowed by revenge?"

"Cough... Aznab's "unique" talent is very important to the orderer. He carrying the power of the void will not be tempted by the whisper of the void, which means that he can take us into a lot Dangerous places, monitor disasters that will break out at any time."

There is not much fear in the knight of Ayr. He is like a martyr who despise everything, calmly explaining to the King of Dark Blade:

"Please also don’t call us a betrayal... We don’t have the ideal of betraying the dark blade, we just don’t want to participate in the attack on civilization, we have transferred all our energy to the exploration and order of the shadow of the world. During maintenance, I will give everything for a truly pure and great cause, and protect the world's order with death."

The remarks made Terion raise his eyebrows. He walked around the El Knight a few times and said:

"Well, world peace, a great ideal, it seems that Khadgar has taught you very well, but if it is just such a statement... it is not enough to impress me."

In a flash, the figure of the King of Dark Blade appeared on his throne again. He looked at the Ayr knight below indifferently. He said:

"Come on, convince me..."

"Convince me not to send blood maids and law enforcers to hunt you down. I think the second purpose of your adventure here is for this purpose, right? Let me guess. This is also Khadgar. Yours?"

Hearing a bit of sorrow in the eyes of El Knight, Tyrion mentioned the name of the big lich again. He said softly:

"Yes, the great men who have died have left a great mission. Someone must take up this mission. The Legion can become greater, but unfortunately, under your leadership, it has indulged in the lives of the living. The war has been too long, too long, it has been contaminated with too much blood, it is no longer pure.

"and many more..."

Tyrion interrupted El Knight's statement with a wave of his hand. He tilted his legs and put his hands on his legs, looking at the death knight interestingly:

"Purely not purely, don't say it first. Are you sure that Khadgar's disgusting traitor is dead?"

"Ok?"

Ayr Knight raised his head violently, and in his gray eyes, a trace of... joy?

"He is a lich, it is well known that lich is not so easy to die."

Tyrion waved his hand, and a figure broke through the shadow and appeared under the throne. She wore a white strange mask and looked like a woman, but the El Knight could feel the same kind of breath from her... This is a necromancer, looking at her dress, it seems to be a necromantic assassin.

"Garona Hafossen, currently loyal to my Master Assassin, she retains the traitor Khadgar's life box, but don't be happy, two..."

Tyrion closed his eyes and leaned on the throne, whispering:

"It only takes my heart to move, and the life box and the ugly soul in it will be completely crushed... Do you want Khadgar to stay alive? Very simple... I don't need your loyalty, this is the traitor, If you can betray the first time, there will definitely be a second time. I’m not interested in playing cat-and-mouse games with you again...but you waste may have your own use."

"Twilight's Hammer, you should have heard of the names of these lunatics. After finally finishing the mess in North Xinjiang, I think it's time to clean up these disgusting cockroaches and bugs, but you, Al, you You can give everything to your miscellaneous friends, which makes me very "moved", then let me see, your traitor companions, what step can you do for you."

Tyrion opened his eyes slightly and looked at the betrayer in front of him. Between the shaking of his fingers, in the beating of the black soul fire, the body of the Al Knight was quickly ignited, but only a moment later, his weak Soul was caught in the hands of Tyrion.

The King of Dark Blade looked at the two souls in his hand, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Go, Garona, tell the traitors!"

"Whether they are called the Prologue, or any other disgusting names, in short, let them remove the lunatics of Twilight's Hammer in my land, and other cults, this is their "self-salvation" The first step...If they do well enough, maybe the sins of Al and this black knight can be eliminated, and maybe they can live longer."

"If they do well enough, I might be kind enough to return these two souls to them, but they have to seize the time, such a weak soul, under the flame of the black flame, can not last long.. . Just like poor Khadgar, his sorrow always makes me feel happy..."

Talking, Tyrion glanced at Garona, the orc assassin who voluntarily transformed into an undead, and he snorted:

"Do something better, maybe you can wash a trace of blood from your hands."

Garona said nothing. After being transformed into undead, the half-orc seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Every undead had obsessions, and all obsessions of Garona were gathered on the silver ring on the finger. in.

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The sunlight of dawn shone on the Whispering Harbor and this war-torn land. Under the light, Commander Dai Lin's death fleet had infiltrated into the deep sea, and the ships full of civilians could finally breathe.

They divided the fully loaded civilians into the fleet of night elves and high elves, and many ships docked on the edge of the whispered harbor pier that had been severely destroyed, protecting those terrified human civilians, and in the next few days Here, they are sent to another continent opposite the endless sea.

This is not a victory...

Even the most proud night elves have to admit that after witnessing the war between Whispering Harbor and Northern Xinjiang, it was Losa who sacrificed himself to make the undead stop the war. In other words, these civilians can still It was safely transported to Kalimdor, completely because the undead had graciously.

Prior to this, many races in Kalimdor heard the "War of the Dead" described by Emperor Lothar, but they saw the scenes in front of them, letting the night elves who had never paid attention to the situation in the Eastern Kingdom to rule nominally. Therefore, let the priestess of the moon Tyrande truly realize the new round of threats that Azeroth will face.

A more realistic threat than the demons who are rushing around the world...

No one believes that the undead will be satisfied with the land of the Eastern Kingdoms. In the foreseeable future, the dead will extend their claws to Kalimdor. Look at them. They have even formed their own fleet of undead... and also by The most powerful naval commander in the world leads.

How does this allow night elf warriors to feel at ease?

But after all, they are not here to help humans regain their territories. The relationship between elves and humans has not been so good. They are only to fulfill the agreement with the human emperor and send humans to Kalimdor. In exchange, humans will be in Cali. Murdoch thrived on the wild soil, and cleared some regional threats for the night elves who could not make it.

The people of the boat were transported away. With the help of a large fleet of night elves, the transportation process went smoothly, and the undead did not seem to intend to disturb the process of the Empire’s west crossing. They just stayed quietly. On the battlefield last night, the bones of the companions and the bones of the human soldiers who died in battle were converged.

Obviously, the undeads did not do this for any humanitarian spirit. They collected the bones of the warriors and had a more realistic use. This scene made the soldiers who survived grind their teeth, but every guy who wanted to rush out and fight desperately with the undead , Will be sent away from northern Xinjiang at the fastest speed.

It’s not that humans have broken their spine, and even the idea of ​​rebellion is gone, it’s just that the leaders left behind, those commanders, they are not willing to live up to the chances of the emperor’s sacrifice... look at the situation now Anyone with a brain is well aware that relying solely on the residual power of the human empire is simply not an opponent of the undead.

They can only bite their teeth and swallow the bad breath. They can only hold their weapons and wait for the next round of war to start in time.

No one will be willing to accept this ending. The war between humans and undeads is just over... They will still come back sooner or later... to return to their homeland and drive the undeads out of their hometowns!

Until then, they will wait quietly, accumulate strength, and wait for the day of the counterattack.

"Great Knight, you... are you really determined?"

In the fortress on the north coast, the tired and lost His Majesty Alsace looked at the silent knight Moglani, who was sitting silently like a stone. He rubbed his forehead in pain and said to the knight :

"Sacrifice like this is meaningless. IMHO, we must retain every useful force. Grand Knight, no matter what the future of the human empire, we need you. The mainstay of you will help us..."

"In the new era and new empire, there is no place for us as old bones."

The big knight interrupted the king's persuasion by waving his hand. He took the silver hand emblem from his chest, put it in his hand, and looked at the emblem with a complex eye, but in the end, he put the emblem on the table .

"My soldiers and I will be separated from the silver hand system. We will not leave our hometown. The sacrifice of Emperor Lothar is great, so we must fight for those who are still alive...Go, Your Majesty, Bring hopeful people to another continent to rebuild the empire, and we... we who belong to the old age, will stay here."

"As long as we are still, undead cubs, don't want to really occupy this land."

The Grand Knight of Mograine stood up, and he gave a standard knightly salute to Alsace:

"We will go to Stratholme and meet the Paladins who are staying in the hands of Tyre... From then on, we will call ourselves the Scarlet Crusade! We will not live up to the battle flag stained by the blood of the Warriors."

"Please also tell the people that in the place where the empire once stood, there are a group of fighters loyal to it fighting! We will wait for the day when the empire will counterattack on this eternal battlefield..."

"May the Holy Light bless the Empire!"

More than ten minutes later, the Grand Knight of Mograine, who delivered all duties and noble status, walked out of the fortress on the north coast. He rode on the war horse and looked back at the fleet departing from the sea behind him. He took a deep breath and touched He touched the long sword around his waist, and then pulled up the horse rein.

From today onwards, he and his followers will survive as pure warriors and purifiers.

"Mograine... wait for me."

Just as the knight was about to leave, a voice rang behind him, and the knight turned around and saw Tirion Fording, who was wearing a soldier's armor and pulling the war horse, out of the fortress.

"Fording! You... didn't you follow Alsace to Kalim?"

Alessandro Mograine shouted in surprise: "You shouldn't be here!"

"No, old brother."

Old Ford looked up and gave a calm smile to Mograine. He whispered:

"Old bones are going to the battlefield... this time it's just me, Kalimdor's there is Uther watching. I'm more like killing a few undeads to get angry... I just need to close When you close your eyes, you can see the emperor..."

The knight clenched his fists, and after a while, he let go of his hand again, looking at his old man, he said softly:

"Tylan and the two boys in your family took the same boat to Kalimdor. I believe Uther will take care of them. Since there are not too many attachments, it is time to travel the knight's promise."

"High-level Paladin Tirion Fordine, today applied to join the Scarlet Crusade!"

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"Wow, wow"

In the frontal battlefield, the undead infantry who converged the remains of the dead, dragged the human warriors who died in the body with a body bag, preparing to send their bodies to the ruins of Lordaeron for the call of the death knight.

Among these undead infantry infantry wearing armor and carrying weapons, there is a special guy who is a bit conspicuous. His equipment is obviously more and more complicated than other undead infantry, but at this time, he But like other infantry, he carried a body bag and walked slowly to the woodland outside the battlefield.

At a corner after entering the woodland, this strange undead infantry detached from the brigade and walked silently into the deepest part of the woodland with the body bag.

"boom"

The corpse bag was thrown to the ground, and then opened awkwardly by the undead infantry, revealing the brave and dead human warrior among them, his short golden hair, and a square and square face. He had a ribbon representing the status of an officer Decoration, and there is a gritty puncture wound on his chest, he must be a hero, and he must be brave when he dies.

On the dog tag stained with blood on his neck, the name of the lieutenant was engraved.

"Sassarian"

The weird undead infantry stood beside the body sluggishly. After a while, he took an empty soul stone from the box in his waist, and then stabbed the soul stone into the wound of the body with a stiff gesture. in.

A dark red light flashed in the eyes of the unremarkable undead infantry infantile helmet.

"Lured... help... good brother..."

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