Azeroth’s Death Track

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Kalimdor is a very magical land. On this land, you can find an endless desert, lush woodland, muddy swamps and foul swamps, barren and dry Gobi, and thousands of years, in After the sea water disappears, there is a salt-alkali pond that is as large as the kingdom, and prairies and plains filled with primitive natural scenery.

The creator loves this land so much that all the terrain it can create is arranged in a generous but disorderly manner everywhere in the land, and the most amazing thing is, no matter what In this kind of terrain, there are all kinds of special living creatures.

For example, the Thousand Needles Forest filled with pillar-shaped boulders, the scenery of this land is unique to this planet, and the sky-rock pillars formed for unknown reasons are scattered throughout this canyon, which is nearly 10,000 kilometers long, like the Kalimdor Continent. The special fault formed is even lower than the sea level of Azeroth in the lowest part of the canyon, but on both sides of the canyon, it is a nearly vertical mountain wall like a sword.

The difference in ascent and descent reached an astonishing hundreds of meters, so that standing on the ground of the Thousand Needles Forest looked up, almost like two completely different worlds.

Between the cliffs, there are hidden roads to the highlands on both sides, but the roads like the lifeline are all in the hands of native native species, the hands of the barbaric and powerful centaur tribe, and some are in the horror totem In the hands of the Tauren, the latter is a different kind of peaceful Tauren tribe, advocating violence and war, they are so crazy that they can't stand it with their compatriots, so they were driven out of their ancestors by peaceful Tauren people decades ago.

Like humans, they are a group of migrants, but the horror totem is more aggressive. After reaching the Thousand Needles Forest, they clashed with the local Centaur tribe, then bloodshed, and finally evolved into hatred.

And now, after humans reach this area, there is one more enemy of the terrorist totem...well, or more, an "ally" who can cooperate temporarily.

"boom"

A gunshot sounded on the Gobi, which was full of western scenery. Several centaurs and barbarians drinking water by the pool were stunned by the unexpected attack. They looked up and saw that the vigilant companion had fallen to the ground. And its head, which was hit by bullets, and the bloody, disgusting brain plasma, were scattered on the ground around the pool.

In the subsequent hissing of the warhorse, several young guys in rough hunting outfits rushed out from all hidden directions. They carried a shiny long-barreled shotgun in their hands, and they were wrapped in a greasy bullet chain. He wore a wide-brimmed cowboy hat on his head, boots on his feet made of Centaur leather, and bright silver spurs.

These young men who grew up on the Stratholme Plain in just one month have been transformed from polite Empire youths to unruly wild cowboys, they hold horse reins in one hand and raise the shotgun in one hand In the smoke of bullets, these young men laughed.

Behind their saddles, there are also a series of slightly gritty centaur heads, which are their "prey", and between their longitudinal horses, there are more than a dozen fierce and loyal Gilneas hounds barking and rushing. Prey to the owners...

In the past, the Centaur Warriors of the Black Sand Tribe would never put these stupid human cubs in their eyes. Whether it is a heavy sword or a deadly bow, the Centaur warriors have full confidence in the battle with each other. Zhong cut off the human head, but that was before.

With more and more humans migrating to this area, the human army began to dispatch on a large scale, sweeping the Gobi Clan and the stupid wild boar people on this Gobi. The Black Sand Tribe is just a small tribe , Can only live on the edge of the "kingdom" of the centaur, so when the army of Lordaeron swept through the area, the Black Sand Tribes suffered heavy losses.

Plus these brutal humans have "new weapons".

A spear that can release thunderfire. It is a weapon that the centaur has never understood. It is a powerful weapon. A teenage human cub can use that weapon to easily kill the strongest centaur. Warriors, this has undoubtedly destroyed the confidence of the Centaurs to resist. They can only flee to the middle of the Thousand Needles Forest, those territories of the real big tribes, looking forward to new asylum.

"Tylan! Dalyan! You outflank them!"

"White, slow down, don't rush too fast!"

A young man in his 20s appeared to be riding a horse, commanding his companion to disperse loudly, while he copied a shotgun and rushed forward with the remaining cowboy in the barking of the hound. The panicked centaur.

This is a small group of fugitives who have lost contact with the tribe in the war. There are also a few ignorant Centaur cubs. The adult Centaur warriors try to protect these cubs during the siege of humans, but they are very His head was soon shattered by a roaring shotgun, or fell to the ground by a ferocious hound hugged.

Soon, about ten minutes, the chase was over, the adult centaurs fell into the pool of blood, and the winning cowboys jumped off the war horse and began to cut their heads.

In the "Western War" initiated by His Majesty Arthas, His Majesty Liam, and His Majesty Galin, every adult of the age in the empire can rely on the head or emblem of the Centaur in return for certain remuneration, if In the war, he made outstanding contributions to the human empire, and even won the title of knight, even the title of unhereditary Lord.

This is enough for those young people with simple minds to throw their heads and shed blood.

But this cowboy team did not come for honors or honors. The members of this team are mostly noble children, and they are not ordinary nobles. Among them, the lowest-ranking White Maien is also a duke. Adopted daughter.

The purpose of their hunting here is simple...just to relax, to dispel inner sorrow and depression.

"Dalian, my brother, what do we keep them for? It's just a group of beasts."

The 24-year-old Renault Mograine held a hip flask and approached his younger brother Darian. The two boys were the sons of Duke Alessandro Mograine. The Duke finally decided to stay in the north. When Xinjiang was fighting for the last territory of the empire, the two young men had vowed to be with their father, but were stunned by the knight and thrown into the cabin.

Also sent away were the Duke's adopted daughter, the orphan of the knight's most trusted knight, Miss White Meyn, who was regarded by the Duke as his own, and they were also one of the first nobles to set foot in the Thousand Needles.

Facing his brother's inquiry, 20-year-old Dalyan shrugged. He looked at the young centaur roped by the family knights not far away. He blinked blue eyes as soft as water, and said softly:

"The empire is rebuilding, my brother, we need all the available resources. The adult centaur is fierce and unwilling to succumb, but the young centaur can be tuned. They have a certain wisdom, just like we are domesticating hounds. ...As long as they are educated with care, they will become vassals of the empire when they grow up."

Dalian thought about it and gave a very practical example:

"It's like His Majesty Galin gathered the ogres of the Dustwallow Marsh into imperial vassals. We can try to do the same."

"Well, I think Dalyan makes sense."

Tyran Fording, who was only 16 years old, was washing his hands by the pool. The son of Tirion Fording Knight said aloud:

"There are too many centaurs. We can't kill them all. When we counterattack and return home, we can let them wear armor and fight with the **** dead."

"You are underage! You should learn martial arts with the knights instead of running out with us to hunt."

Before Tailan's words were finished, she was interrupted by a husky female voice, who was also wearing a hunting suit, and Miss White Meyn stepped up and threw Tailan a handkerchief to help him organize his messy hair. Okay, this is a long-term focus:

"Uncle Fording has always hoped that you could become a scholar, not a sword-striking warrior. You should follow the teachings of your uncle and follow the scholars. Are you interested in engineering? I heard that Baita There are some engineering workshops set up by gnomes and gnomes on the other side of the port. Maybe you can go there as an apprentice."

"Stop it, White, my whimsical sister."

The oldest Renault waved his hair and messed up Tyran's hair again. He said aloud:

"Dalian is the future Earl, how can he be an apprentice to those merchants' workshops? Listen to me, Dalyan, His Majesty Arthas is preparing to invite some master craftsmen from the desert city of Gnomes in Goblin, when the time comes We go to His Majesty, which can make you a disciple of those masters."

Talking, Renault shook his shotgun:

"The undead defeated our swords with this thing, which is a shameful failure, so we also have to master the power of this weapon. I also look forward to the day when you become a master craftsman who belongs to humanity."

"Ok, I will!"

Tyran Fordin nodded fiercely, the young people took a break, and then began to continue their journey, their happiness is so simple, although carrying a heavy responsibility, but no one can ask them to frown everyday , Isn't it?

When the night was sinking, Renault and Dalyan rode the war horses, and walked on the way back to the city. In the night sky above them, the rays of the stars were more shining than the stars of the Eastern Kingdom.

"Dalian, what are you thinking?"

Renault suddenly asked:

"You've been a little uneasy recently, I can feel... are you still worried about your father's safety?"

"Ok."

Dalyan was told that he was worried. He waved his whip unconsciously and whispered:

"Father and Uncle Verding are still fighting in northern Xinjiang. I can understand their thoughts, but it is too dangerous. There are too many undeads. As long as there is any wind and grass, those Paladins will..."

"Don't be stupid, Dalian."

Renault patted the brother on the shoulder, comforting:

"Father is the most powerful paladin. He has fought against the King of Blades several times. He will be fine. After we settle down here, we will go back to Northern Xinjiang together. The elders stubbornly tied back...The empire needed their strength, not their sacrifice."

The young man sighed and shook his head:

"If Emperor Lothar is still alive, he certainly doesn't want them to waste their lives and power in vain. Dalyan, you said, is it really possible for us to counterattack back to Northern Xinjiang? Back to our former home."

"Will do!"

The little son of Mograine's family gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"We will definitely go back! At all costs...that's our home."

"Well, that's right, we will definitely go back! Call back right away!"

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The fierce fighting in the westward war of the human kingdom, as more and more civilians armed by the official join this "safari", the centaur tribes living in the southeast of the Thousand Needles are destroyed one by one, and those who fled back The news brought back by the paratroopers in the central region made the big tribes feel the crisis.

The most powerful Centaur tribe in the Thousand Needles, the Chieftain of the Karak Centaur with more than 70,000 warriors and even the rare initiative and the horror totem tauren entrenched in the Black Cloud Peak. This powerful Khan has sent the entire Thousand Needles Forest The Centaur tribe issued an invitation, and he decided to drive the human kingdom that invaded the sacred territory of the Centaur into the sea.

The terror totem of the Black Cloud Peak, Tauren Chief Anak, seems to have the same plan. The anticipation of the war may not exclude the threat of the human kingdom.

And at this juncture, in the big account of the Garak Centaur tribe, there are some small people who have never appeared before...They claim to be merchants from the desert city of Gadgetzan, and represent the hot sand consortium. Come.

"Mighty Khan, according to our observations, your opponent has been widely equipped with very mature firearms. I do not doubt the bravery of your Centaur Warrior, but IMHO, maybe, you also need some additional " help"."

A goblin businessman wearing a black dress and a cunning light shining in his eyes stood in front of an arrogant Garak Khan. He rubbed his hands and said in a treacherous voice:

"The Hot Sands Consortium has always respected the rule of the Garak tribe for the Thousand Needles. We hate humans and their deceived friends who have disrupted the normal business order, so as long as you nod, the most powerful weapon from the Hot Sands Consortium, Will be distributed to your warrior, it will bring you glorious victory!"

"I don't trust you, greedy goblins!"

The huge Garak Khan sounded like thunder: "Every time you come from the rare ore of the sacred ancestor of the centaur, get out! Otherwise... I will "please" you out!"

"No, no, it's a past tense."

The Goblin businessman is not panic, instead, he said to the Centaur Majesty Khan with sincerity:

"This time in order to show our goodwill, we only need you to pay a 15% deposit in advance. You have to understand that you have your enemies, and the hot sand consortium also has our own enemies... well, I mean, we are now Is on the side!"

The goblin gritted his teeth and said severely:

"The Hot Sands Consortium will never forget the destroyed enemy of Jingfangcheng. This time, we will try our best to help you and your warriors! Let those humans and their cheat friends die!"

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