Azeroth’s Death Track

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Warrior, this is a very strange profession.

The moment a farmer who works all year round grabs his sword because of his anger, he can be called a warrior.

And a young man who has been trained in combat and engraved the fighting instinct into his bones, he can also be called a warrior.

The difference between this profession and other professions is that anyone who dares to fight can be called a warrior, but at the same time, warriors are the most polarized category among all professionals.

Weak warriors cannot even unearth the potential in their bodies. They can't even beat a murloc or a jackal.

And powerful warriors can not only discover their own potential, temper the flesh, but also transform anger into their own source of power. This seemingly intangible and intangible power is real, and once the power of anger is mastered , Means that the soldiers will be completely reborn, with the blessing of high-level combat skills, in the endless combat training, and finally reach the terrible state of anger and endless fighting.

As for the top warriors...such as the former Saurfang, and the emperor Losa, these warriors have played fighting as an art. The Lord of the Dark Blade, Tyrion, is still invincible and still being killed by Losa The decisive death of one's death defeated the defense, and even Saurfang, who became a death knight, still has the shadow of a warrior in the fighting style. His famous death toll can even be easily within a single blow. Cut off a young dragon.

The characteristics of the warrior profession can't be finished in the last day and night, but this profession that appeared from the moment of history is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface... Some people even suspect that the warrior's way is The only terrorist power with no limit to its destructive power...

In short, tonight, in the abandoned pier on the edge of the Red Ridge Mountains, the imperial agents who have reached the end of the road, because of the support of a sudden, mysterious high-level warrior, they once again lived in desperation and saw hope.

In the roaring and icy night breeze, the mysterious warrior's legs were slightly bent with a tower shield and a war sword. A huge force surged in his legs, causing him to rush into the sky like a shell and then like a meteor In the same way, the battle between Qiao Lazi and the shadow battle, in the roar of falling meteors, the battle between the two Assassin Grandmasters was so severely interrupted.

The two men were smashed into different directions by flying stones and mud. Under this moon night, the three men seemed to stand in a straight line, and the surrounding battlefield had become a mess and shadow under the ravages of the power of the three. Don't cut the windbreaker into the shape of a rag, and Qorazzi is even worse. The neat hair in the comb was cut off by the sword.

"Who are you! Warrior..."

The shadow looked at the warrior in black armor, wearing a black helmet, holding a war sword and tower shield in front of her. This should be a personal class, but such a high-level warrior, as a high-level agent of the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau, she never Seen it, never even heard of it.

"You shouldn't intervene in the affairs of Dark Edge and Empire..."

Faced with the threat of shadow, the warrior smashed the tower shield in his hand **** the ground, and then slapped the shield with the war sword of the other hand. The low noise made the shadow suddenly change color... This gesture is on the battlefield. The soldiers used to provoke their opponents, some gladiators also use this method.

In the current situation, the meaning of this action is undisguised.

"go!"

An obscure voice like the old man came from under the helmet, and Qorazi, who was about to come up to help, froze. He looked at the soldier's lonely back in the moonlight. Eventually, he gritted his teeth and walked in a shadow. To the group of great craftsmen on the bay.

"Don't want to go!"

The shadow made a gesture, and then jumped into the shadow, trying to block the footsteps of these fugitives, but the next moment, a strong threat came to her mind, and she immediately interrupted the connection of the shadow, and the next moment, the brutal black tower The shield smashed his head.

"boom"

The shadow figure stumbled back a few steps. She gritted her teeth and looked at the Black Helmet soldier who was standing in front of the bay, which was a rival...and now, she had no time to entangle him again Fight.

"Can't let Mekatok return to the empire! Kill them!"

The cold voice of the shadow sounded in the spiritual link. At the same time, on the ridge above the battlefield, several hidden agents stood up. In the dark, they carried heavy, like gun barrels on their shoulders, Even in the eyes of the crazy researchers in the Black Iron District, this thing is considered a dangerous product. If it is not because this action is too important, the shadow will not take out the unfinished test product.

After aiming slightly, five engineering missiles filled with lethal explosives roared out of the barrel and pulled out a silver light in the night. Finally, they watched the entire battlefield and hit the group of escapes with precision. Behind the person, then...

"Boom!"

At this moment, the flames of destruction... soaring into the sky.

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Jing Tooth City under the night looks extremely bleak. Three months ago, this hot sand consortium spent a lot of money to build the port city in the barren land. It was in the dark by a group of fierce armed thugs. Ignite, the entire dock was directly blown up by high explosives, and more than 200 goblins and pirates died in the midnight explosion.

The murderers seemed to vent their anger, not to destroy the city in a planned way. After the bombing of the port, they left in a small boat prepared in advance.

This method is very similar to that of the lunatics of the infamous venture capital company in the goblin business circle, but even the venture capital company has no reason to destroy Jingjing City. They also have to replenish supplies in this city. So this matter became a headless case. Some people say that because the hot sand consortium shamelessly plagiarized the research results of others, it attracted revenge from scientists in another black iron region of the mainland.

But this reason is obviously not true. After all, it is not the first time that the hot sand consortium is so shameless, and the goblin thing...can it be called plagiarism?

Although the murderer has not been found, and although the danger has not passed, the Resha Consortium is not willing to give up the city. After all, the business transactions between the two continents, this city alone each year can provide the consortium with huge profits. So, for the past three months, the goblins have been repairing the city’s wharf. They seem to intend to take this opportunity to rebuild a larger wharf. Now, this work is almost completed.

But tonight, the goblins who worked overtime to earn gold coins did not appear on the construction site, because the messengers from the empire had informed these merchants in advance that they would requisition this unfinished pier tonight.

"Om"

The blue light flickered like lightning. When the space door opened briefly, several unlucky eggs that were all lit on the body hit the open space where the goblins used to store supplies from midair. This movement immediately caused In the attention of the imperial soldiers patrolling around, in just ten minutes or so, these guys who had escaped from the dead were sent to the hotel in Jingfang City.

"Save them quickly! Please!"

The black-and-great artisan Mekkatorque clutched his suitcase in one hand, pleading to the priests, and lying on the bed in front of him, the last few assassin masters, plus Qorazzi, lay there.

At the moment of the previous big bang, they opened the portal, and several assassin masters protected the big craftsman in their arms, so that the dwarf escaped the disaster of extinction, but three of them have been completely wiped out by the blast. Although the next few tried to mobilize the power of the shadow to protect themselves, but the end result was that everyone was injured.

But anyway, they came back...the two assassin teams paid almost the price of extinction, but they finally reached their goal, the great craftsman Gerbin Mekkatorque, which is extremely important for the development of the empire, Eventually, he was safely returned to the empire.

But... this does not mean that things are over...

King Lordaeron, the young Alsace Menethil did not wear the king’s armor. In fact, he only wore a gray hood and allowed the long hood to wrap his body. Behind him, he carried a simple Wuhua's long sword, like the most common sharp blade, is housed in a scabbard made of wood and leather on the back.

Beside him, Master Jaina Proudmoore held the Ice Wand. The thick and cold magic power of the whole body was scattered in the darkness. In front of the two people, it was the forefront of the Jingfangcheng Pier. It is a boundless icy sea.

The two of them stood there quietly, letting the wind blow up their clothing corners, what they were waiting for to release the Buddha, waiting for the guests who might appear at any time from the darkness of this sea of ​​no light... guests.

"Wow"

After a certain breath, the calm sea suddenly rolled up, and the night sky above him was also covered by heavy clouds. Between the dark lightning flashes and thunder, a huge, fast-spinning appeared above the sea in front of the two people. The maelstrom, hundreds of tons of seawater were turned up from below, and the crazy sea waves slapped the coast, the scene was terrifying.

"Boom, boom"

It was like the sound of a monster swallowing water, like the most terrifying nightmare appeared. In a desolate song, a battleship as huge as a dark hill slowly rose from below the sea surface, and the cold water Down from the deck, it was like a heavy rain flapping on the sea. Between the fierce sound collisions, under the bow of the dark demon, a black captain wearing a black captain The indifferent man in the cap is standing there.

He looked down from the tens of meters high on the side of the ship, the look was like a despised deity.

Icy...relentless.

"Alsace Menethil..."

"Jaina Proudmoore..."

Dai Lin's hand rested on the golden hilt of his waist, his ice-blue eyes did not fluctuate, his cold voice echoed on this dead coast:

"You already know why I came...you are doing a dangerous thing."

"Now, hand over Gerbin Mekkatorque...I will only say it once!"

The eyes of the three of them collided in the night, the sea breeze suddenly became heavy at this moment, and Alsace’s hood was blown back, and Jaina took a deep breath and let her heart surge. The dynamic emotion calmed down and she shouted sharply:

"Go back to your abyss! Dai Lin...go back! This is a warning from the empire, and only this time!"

"Ok?"

Dai Lin's expression changed slightly. He waved his hand back gently, under the bow of the sea king like a dark monster, the deck full of barnacles and bones cracked open, four doors The heavy artillery of the triple was extended from the dark hull, and the 12 muzzles were aimed at the city behind the port. Dai Lin's eyes narrowed slightly. He thought he had lost the interest in talking. He said:

"wrong answer!"

"Om"

The cold red death energy began to fill the muzzle. It seemed that the next moment, the icy cannon that was enough to annihilate everything would completely destroy Jingfang City. However, at this moment, Arthas, who had not spoken, clenched his back. The handle of the unpretentious long sword said softly:

"Dai Lin...Do you believe in justice?"

With the help of Jaina's amplification magic, Arthas's voice spread across the dark sea, and this question made Dai Lin sneer, he whispered:

"Justice? Little kid's stuff!"

"Unfortunately..."

Arthas's voice sounded again. At the same time, he slowly pulled out the ordinary two-handed sword in his back. I didn't know if it was an illusion. At the moment when the ordinary sword was unsheathed, Dai Lin Suddenly I felt the scorching heat like the blazing sun.

"Compared with the powers of vanity and vanity, justice is inherently inferior and pale."

"Justice doesn't need any gorgeous embellishment, it doesn't need to be concealed, it can't be buried deep, in my heart, it's just hope interwoven with pure guardianship and expectation."

"Justice applies to everyone, whether rich or poor, noble or evil. Whether in the farmer's field or on the battlefield..."

Arthas's voice echoed, but Dai Lin no longer planned to give him any more time, his fingers suddenly slipped at this moment, like the sickle of the broken soul cut by the death, 12 under the head of the sea king. The artillery fired suddenly at this moment, and the cold energy spewed out, seeming to freeze the entire Jingfangcheng into a hell.

"Justice...everywhere!"

At this moment, Arthas' hands were simple and unpretentious, and no long and noble sword was violently swung by him. At this moment, above this ordinary long sword, a golden flame burst like the brightest sunshine.

Just like a wall of holy light guarding all, in the darkness, the sea king's full blow was firmly blocked in the air.

"what is that!"

Under that blazing sun, Dai Lin took a step back and covered his eyes with his fingers, even though he had never seen such a bright, so pure, so hot holy light before his death.

"Uh"

Arthas turned his wrist, and all the light suddenly condensed at this moment, and the one in front of him was still the ordinary to incurable two-handed sword. The Paladin King held his hands tightly in the handle. Between the wind, he stared at the tall Dai Lin, he said in a deep voice:

"Justice is pale and humble, but by no means powerless..."

"Today, Dai Lin, and your evil master, I declare to you in the name of this holy sword..."

"It belongs to us and you justice...will come eventually!"

PS: The pale justice of the Holy Sword and these descriptions of justice come from the game's door of the game under the DND system. Well, it is really a good game~

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