Azeroth’s Death Track

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The dewdrops in the early morning hang on the grass stalks by the road, the cold breath at night has not completely faded from this land, and in the early morning wind, with a trace of nitrate smoke, looking up from the barren ground, in the sky The black pillar of smoke has not been extinguished. At the edge of the Black Cloud Peak, some tauren tents are still burning.

At this time, at the order of King Liam, Gilne Grey Wolf Brigade Major Rennes, who rushed to the battlefield of the Black Cloud Peak, and the hundreds of soldiers behind him looked blankly at the battlefield in front of him.

The stone pillar ladder that was originally guarded against by the tauren by the horror totems was empty, and on the ground below the stone pillars, there were corpses falling from the top of the Black Cloud Peak. Those unlucky guys were from the stone pillars hundreds of meters high. After falling down, it is difficult to see the intact outline, and in the bushes around the blood-stained stone pillars, some scavenging wild dogs who smelled the "scent" of the food are watching the heavily armed human soldiers. .

"Check around, look for those..."

Colonel Rennes took his soldiers to climb the Black Cloud Peak. He looked at the completely destroyed Tauren position in front of him, and looked at the burning sheds. He wanted to issue some orders, but stood on the stairs. Looking around, the tauren camp that was still noisy a few days ago was dead at this time, as if there had never been life here.

What's more terrible is that with the intuition unique to a veteran, Colonel Ren felt that the ruins on the top of the Black Cloud Peak are hiding some morbid, dark things, which may not be physical existence, but the threat of strange things, Perhaps it is not weaker than the savage centaur on the frontal battlefield.

"Go to the survivors!"

After the colonel hesitated for a few minutes, he still issued an order. He had to figure out what happened here last night, and what happened to the Tauren tribe of more than 3,000 people, causing them to be completely destroyed overnight. .

And as the soldiers clenched their muskets with bayonets and were about to spread their search, a voice suddenly sounded on the edge of the ruins:

"You better not move the wreckage..."

"Who!"

The colonel subconsciously grabbed the matching gun in his waist, and pointedly pointed the muzzle at the shadow under the sun behind him. In his gaze, a group of people slowly walked out of the shadow. Those are humans, the number is about 100 People around, they are wearing the hood of the Holy Light Church, but the color of the hood is rare black, and these men and women also have more or less some blood and traces of fighting, most Everyone looked very tired and there were some wounded.

Obviously, they experienced a hard fight.

"Who are you? Friends."

Colonel Rennes saw his compatriots appear on the battlefield of Heiyunfeng. He did not relax his guard. Under his questioning, the leader of those weird people, a middle-aged man in his 40s who appeared to be in his pocket He took out a small letter that was piled up and handed it to the colonel. After reading it in ten lines, Colonel Gilneas' eyes widened.

He looked at the more than 100 compatriots in front of him unbelievably. He lowered his voice:

"Really you...you depended on such a few people and destroyed this clan? Are you kidding me?"

"Not just us."

The headed shadow priest took a compassionate gesture and drew several religious symbols on his chest. Behind him, the silent priests also made the same action.

"There are also the 95 compatriots who died in this battle, the victims who shed their blood on this blasphemous land, without their sacrifice, we can't do such a feat, but this is not the time to say that , When we embrace the shadow, our name and existence are irrelevant. This is the will of the Holy Light."

The priest meditated on the sacred scriptures, but could not give the slightest divine perception. On these strange priests, Colonel Ren could not feel the warmth of the Holy Light, and could only feel the faint, cold sting from darkness, This made him and his soldiers subconsciously want to stay away from these weird priests.

"On the western platform of Heiyunfeng, there are still tauren captives who have crushed their minds waiting for you to receive them, Colonel."

Father Shadow did not care about the doubts and faint fears in the soldiers' eyes. He reached out his hand, pointed to the wreckage in other areas of Heiyunfeng, and said to the colonel:

"The plague of the soul eater still remains in these ruins, and there are shadow demons that we have called out from our dreams. Their existence is fatal to the flesh and blood life, but in the real world, they only need one week. It will dissipate naturally, but unfortunately, in the next few years, these pillars will be infested with the power of fear. Before everything returns to normal, it is not suitable for too many people to live here."

Talking, the priest took the rest of his compatriots to the steps away from this place, he seemed very silent, just like the people who really lived in the shadow.

"What's your name? Father?"

As the priests were about to leave, Major Rennes sighed. He looked back at the priest in a black hood. He shouted loudly:

"I have to state your contribution in the combat report...I can't always use "Anonymous" to refer to you?"

The shout froze the silent priest, and then he turned around and pulled his hood down, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You can call me...Dai Ze, we are heretics judges of the Holy Light Church, you can just report it."

"Okay, Pastor Dazzle."

Colonel Rennes moved his fingers, he shouted:

"Anyway, thank you for your sacrifice for the empire."

The priest named Dazzle did not answer. He shook his hand without looking back, and then disappeared silently on the stairs, and the moment he walked down the stairs of the Black Cloud Peak, Dazzle looked With the bones of those tauren who fell stumbled and fell to the ground in the fear of last night, he sighed a long way, and under the sunshine, the priest knelt on one knee on the barren ground, he lived like alive The thing-like shadow was drawn by the elders and elders.

In the wind of the wasteland, he meditated on his inner prayer. Finally, he closed his eyes and said softly:

"This...all is the will of the Holy Light."

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The annihilation of the horrible totem clan of Heiyunfeng was a hearty victory in the westward war launched by the empire. It directly changed the situation of the rear battlefield, but on the frontal battlefield, facing the entrenched in the Thousand Needles. The wilderness west of the big elevator, and the last centaur tribe in the "Wind Nest" of the Grand Canyon, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the speed of the human army is not satisfactory.

On the one hand, 70% of the entire Thousand Needles Forest fell under the control of the Empire, and on the other side of the Thousand Needles Forest, at the northern entrance to Feralas, the night elves’ army had also blocked the other’s exit, This directly led to the remaining Centaur tribe no longer having a way to retreat, and those barbarians who had been forced to a dead end could only resist.

On the other hand, under the aggressive power of the human empire, the original arrogant Centaur Cham also had to whispered to accept the help of the cunning goblin consortium, where the goblins sent the supergiants to the Centaur tribe by floating boats. With the support of the alchemy bombs, the Centaurs with "hot weapons" finally had a bit of counterattack in human attacks.

"boom"

Several crazy Centaurs with alchemy bombs all over their bodies roared and rushed towards the position of human beings. When they saw the red eyes and the suicidal attack of thunderous monsters, even the brave and warlike human soldiers had to Choose back to avoid these flexible "human flesh" bombs.

More than twenty heavy weapons kept firing, weaving a large net of death in front of the position, and blasted the bodies of the centaurs that rushed over, but even so, hanging on these intrepid barbarians After the alchemy bombs were exploded, the small fragments filled in those bombs still caused several casualties to the soldiers in the positions.

"dry!"

The old knight Aldrin of the Stromgarde Kingdom, who was on the front line, grabbed his helmet and smashed it **** the table in front of him. He witnessed the crazy raid just now and watched the few used stretchers Lifting the wounded soldier back to the medical post, the old soldier's heart was like a burning fire.

This is not the first time.

The stubborn centaurs got bombs from the goblins, and then learned this unpleasant and threatening "meat bomb" tactic without knowing it. These days, the entire frontline of the empire's traffic line was used by these The crazy Centaurs with bombs all over their bodies destroyed most of them. Even the elite company after a full facelift would suffer heavy casualties under the self-explosion of several Centaurs who did not know where to rush from.

What's more terrible is that this kind of self-explosive firepower that can appear anytime and anywhere has greatly attacked the soldiers' courage. No one wants to be crippled by the opponent's self-explosive after killing the opponent.

But the reality is like this. The crazy actions of the Centaurs have indeed prevented the human empire from advancing. After seeing the effect, the cruel Centaur Khan have made this dangerous "gadget" more attentively. And, driven by their evil wisdom, they developed a variety of attacks.

It is said that a day ago, on the battlefield of the Wind Nest, there was a Lordaeron infantry regiment withdrawn to the rear to be trained, and it was completely bombarded by the collective self-detonation of hundreds of centaurs who rushed out halfway... that was really It is a disaster that is nothing wrong. It is said that the soldiers of the Wind Nest battlefield are already in danger of themselves, and the offensive operations there have been completely stopped.

"Let the front-line soldiers retreat 300 meters! Let the engineers dig the trenches for attack! Add more scouts!"

The old knight Aldrin shouted to the herding soldiers around him:

"Take 10 continuous-fire machine guns from the armory to the frontline and tell the frontline sergeants! I need them to kill those dog mongrels on the road to charge! Do you understand?"

The roar and anger of the military chief cannot change the current embarrassment of the battlefield. As long as humans make a full-scale offensive action, there will inevitably be a barbarian who is always ready to burn himself and explode to block the footsteps of the soldiers. The worst thing about the suicide attack is that, As long as it succeeds once, it can be rewarded several times. In the current situation, every soldier of the human empire is very precious. No military chief will be willing to bury the soldiers under his command to those stinking barbarians.

"We need more Griffin Knights to turn the sky into our battlefield!"

In the Northwest Command, the grumpy King Galin walked around the table, waving his hands and shouting to the others:

"Air supremacy! This is a word I heard from gnomes and goblins who sell weapons. Isn't it reasonable? The situation is now clear. Unless we are willing to pay a huge number of casualties, otherwise the stinky centaur I won’t surrender voluntarily, and I’m not willing to accept those surrenders. I’m going to cut off each of them!”

"There are those **** hot sand goblins!"

The eyes of the young king were full of angry bloodshot eyes:

"They supported the **** weapon for the centaur, and at least buried the lives of nearly a thousand great boys, they all **** it!"

"Most of the dwarves of the Wildhammer clan have stayed in Kul Tiras. The number of Griffon Knights who followed us to Kalimdor is not large. The trainers are trying to tame the local bipedal dragons as aerial mounts, but The large-scale air force you want is unlikely to be realized in at least the last few years."

The same frowning Duke Albrock stared at the tactical map on the table in front of him. This old man in his sixties shone with a strange light in his eyes. After fighting with King Galin, the old The Duke took a sip of wine. He waved his screen back to the surrounding guards, then lowered his voice:

"If Quel'Thalas' group of elven mages are here, we can use the powers of the mages to send an army into the core area of ​​these centaurs and come to a center to bloom..."

"Good idea, but those high elves are busy playing games with the ogres in Feralas, they don't have time to help us."

Galin said vigorously:

"The mages of Dalaran don't know where they went...so you said that these are meaningless."

"Do not!"

The old duke sighed, and he looked up at King Galin:

"I have a caster power who is willing to make sacrifices for the cause of the empire. Their presence will directly change the situation on the front line battlefield, but the only question is, Your Majesty Garin, do you have the courage to use them?"

"What do you mean?"

King Galin felt something in the old duke's words, and he asked in doubt:

"Sir Albrock, it's this time, please don't go around?"

The old prince's expression was a little weird, but after a while, he explained carefully:

"Cough...I mean, a few days ago, a group of sneaky warlocks found me and said they wanted to join the military power system of the empire. I can guarantee their strength and innocence, but you also Knowing the bad reputation of warlocks in the empire, I will ask you, do you dare to use them in this war?"

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