Azeroth’s Death Track

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The night of Feralas wilderness is always quiet. In the vast forest south of the lowland wilderness, the howling of the wolf wolves can be heard occasionally. The primitive forest is a hunting ground for various beasts, forming a complete set in its interior. The ecosystem, from rabbits and deer at the bottom of the food chain, to some top predators, those beastmasters who have been blessed by the wild gods, and even some naughty green dragon hatchlings.

This is definitely a place where any ecological expert can feel excited, and it is almost the best area maintained by natural storms throughout Azeroth.

This is because the night elves who ruled the place for nearly ten thousand years advocated the harmony of nature. If they were not necessary, they would not actively destroy the cycle of nature. Of course, the arrival of nearly a million high-level elves broke this cycle, and the entire lowland wilderness Being used as temporary settlements, the activities of these special elves disturbed the local herd, but for this simple and vast land, the destruction and changes brought about by the high elves are still in a completely acceptable range.

But tonight, the atmosphere of this wilderness seemed somewhat strange.

The sun elder Kael'thas of the High Elves. The day-by-day person took a part of the silver moon legislators to stand outside the gate of the city of Eresaras in ten years, and the ancient gate in front of them was covered with green vines Among the vines are the frescoes left over from the Elven Empire ten thousand years ago. Between the vicissitudes of the years, these frescoes have been weathered a lot.

And before the arrival of the high elves, the outer city of Herresalas was occupied by the barbarian Gordok ogres. Those stupid guys would not protect the cultural relics. Under their raging, the city was originally gorgeous Simple ornaments, those valuable works of art, were smashed as garbage. These rude destroyers turned the splendid civilization creation into a ruin, and then on top of that ruin, established their own dirty kingdom .

However, the Gordok ogres have been annihilated by the high elf rangers and mage corps, their kings were beheaded by Kael'thas, their army was broken up, and those stupid ogres were driven in by the elves In the jungles of the South, although they are still in large numbers, they have lost their powerful rulers, and they have split within themselves, and have been unable to counterattack back.

And now, the high elves who have completed the agreement stand in front of the city gate and ask the upper elves of Sindra in the city to ask for the agreed "remuneration".

"Om"

The leader of Sindra's upper elves, the illusion of the magical prince Tosedrin projected through the magic node of Eresalas before the eyes of Kael'thas and his party. This magical prince has lived for more than 10,000 years. A set of golden armor, his long white hair spread over his shoulders, revealing the long ears that are similar to the night elves, but his skin, like the high elves, is white jade.

Tosedrin's forehead was decorated with gorgeous jewelry thousands of years ago. He held a magical halberd in his hand, and it looked majestic on the blue magic projection, but this guy was actually a misbehaving mess. No matter how beautiful he looks, he can't hide his vicious heart.

He looked directly at the high elves in front of him with the arrogant expression peculiar to the upper elves ten thousand years ago. His voice oscillated through a special magic power, and some distortion was introduced into the ears of a group of people.

"Ah, descendants of Daslemah, you are here tonight, can I think...you finally made the right judgment?"

This moment of arrogant voice emerged, and Lor'themar Theron, who was standing behind Kael'thas, clenched the handle of the sword in his waist, but he did not act lightly, but lowered his head to cover up Live the murderous intention shining in his eyes.

Headed by Kael'thas, he looked up, and he looked at Tosedrin's phantom clearly, he said in a deep voice:

"I must save my people, for this... I am willing to accept your request, Prince Tosedrin... I am willing to surrender the sacred sword Queldra, and the sword of the Sunstrider, open the city gate, Let us go in."

"Huh? Do you think it's so easy?"

Hearing Kael'thas's words, Tosedrin's silver eyes flashed a trace of greed, but soon, he coughed softly:

"Please forgive me for my caution, my friends from afar, but the number of high elves is too much compared to my people, you are a threat, I have to consider the safety of my people, first put two holy swords Hand it over as a sincere expression, and then I will naturally open the door to welcome you."

This impolite and shameless request made the Yinyue MPs whisper behind Kel'thas, and after seeing the disgusting faces of the Sindra elves with their own eyes, even a moderate compromise, they felt a sense of heart The anger in Zhongbo.

But Kael'thas's face didn't change much. He nodded to Lannasel around him, and the two men unfastened their scabbards around their waists, the red flame strike and the silver Queldra were placed. On the stone platform at the entrance of the city gate, the Sun King and Queen stepped back a few steps.

After a while, several upper elf guards wearing magic armor 10,000 years ago slowly pushed open the small channel on the side of the gate. They looked at the high elves in front of them with vigilance. They could feel the eyes of those high elves. Bad, but at the urging of Prince Tosedrin, they quickly walked to the stone platform, picked up the two holy swords, and then returned to the gate with vigilance again.

Seeing the end of the exchange, Tosedrin nodded with satisfaction. He looked at Kael'thas, and a sneer soon appeared in his silver eyes.

"Your expectation of salvation makes you full of flaws, the descendants of Daslemah, if it is your parents standing here, they will certainly not be so naive, but I have to regret to tell you...Eresala Si’s magic belongs to the Sindra Elf, and I will never share it with you."

At night, the atmosphere at the gate of the city of Eresalas became extremely frozen.

"Ugh..."

Kael'thas sighed, and when he raised his head again to see Tossaderin's illusion, there was already a little bit of determination in his green eyes that made people chill.

"I didn't plan to do this, Tosedrin, but...this is what you forced me to do!"

As soon as the Sun King's voice fell, within the heavy gates of Eresalas, the shadows that were guarding the two holy swords to the upper elf guards deep in the city began to float quickly, wearing Sylvanas in the assassin costume. Windrunner and Venresa Windrunner, as well as several assassin masters of the Sangual family of Quel'Thalas' famous assassin family, emerged from hiding.

They followed the guards from the gate to the gate, and now they no longer need to disguise.

"Om"

The ancient legendary battle bow Sasdora was pulled between the slender and powerful hands of the cold-faced Sylvanas. After the dragon blood was strengthened, the connection between the former ranger general and the family-owned battle bow has been improved. A lot of it, her shining murderous eyes hardly need to aim, and after pulling away the battle bow, the magic arrow like a storm whistled and flew out.

That was comparable to the bombardment of a continuous artillery, and it was easy to tear the bodies of the upper elf guards in front of them with the stone pillars behind them, the tragic blood flowers and the debris of bricks and stones splashing around like an earthquake. The blasting gesture exploded in the deep path of Eresalas, which fully demonstrated the ranger's powerful and terrifying lethality.

Sylvanas stepped forward like a phantom, holding two holy swords in her arms. Behind her, Wenresa and Baron Sangunar, holding two elven war knives, walked left and right along the city wall stairs Rushing up, they each carried a team of assassins and launched a merciless slaughter of the upper elves on the city wall.

Outside the wall, the long-standing Ranger Lord Lotherma threw away his left hand, and the rope with flying claws climbed on the high wall. In his cry, the most elite Ranger Rangers caught With the rope, like the most flexible monkey, he quickly rushed up the city wall, and several mages such as Kael'thas stirred up the magic in his body. As if he had invisible wings, he easily came to the wall.

This raid is fatal, especially for the upper elves who have not fought for thousands of years, just a few minutes, the wall in front of Eresalas fell into the hands of Kael'thas, but this It's just the beginning...it's just the most insignificant part of this battle.

The City of Eternal Saras is a magical city. Although its structure is very different from that of Silver Moon City in Quel'Thalas, the defense system has the same source. The gates, cities, and streets are the defensive nodes. Meaningless, as long as the city's magic center is still in the hands of the upper elves, Kael'thas will never want to control the city.

"Ah, the beast that conceals himself has finally revealed his fangs, Kael'thas. Daily Sun, you idiot!"

Faced with the fall of the city wall, Tosedrin, who cast a phantom on the night sky like a god, was not panic. He looked at Kael'thas with a fool's gaze, and he smiled proudly:

"The existence of the outer city of Eresalas is meaningless to us. You can occupy the empty city like those stupid ogres, but you never want to steal the magic of Sindra. , I have mastered all the magic points, I will watch your irrational torture in my city in my city, I will watch your civilization fall apart... But when you are dying, Kael'thas , I will kindly give you a little magic, watching you kneel like a dog in front of me...hahaha, I will look forward to that day!"

In the laughter of Tosedrin, a large layer of lavender magic enchantment quickly rose in the inner ring of the city, separating the inner third of the inner city from the outer periphery. This is a layer of completely The shield composed of magic power, in the past ten years, the upper elves hidden in the city rely on this layer of magic power to block the invasion of ogres.

Looking at Tosedrin's madness in the sky, Kael'thas shook his head helplessly. He took the flame blow from Sylvanas and re-worn it on his belt. Therma says:

"I really doubt that I was blind, Theron, how could I reach an agreement with such a lunatic?"

The Ranger Lord shrugged his shoulders, did not answer, and the Sun King did not need his answer. Kael'thas looked up and watched the magic enchantment rising inside the city. He shouted to the illusion in the sky:

"A very good defense system, Tosedrin, but unfortunately, tonight, we are not alone... Please allow me to introduce you to the true allies of the high elves..."

The Sun King raised his hand, and a ray of red magic beacons rushed into the night sky, exploding in the air like a firework, and this was like a signal, when the red beacon rose into the night sky, in Eresalas On the ridge outside the city, a large magic illusion was removed, and the human artillery position hidden there a day ago was exposed to the left side of Herrerasas.

There, nearly 400 artillery pieces radiate the cold light of steel, and at the same time as the artillery position appeared, a whole human infantry regiment equipped with firearms also slowly entered the city from a hidden place outside the city.

"What kind of creature is this? Strange..."

The prince of magic who has been "home" in Heresalas for nearly ten thousand years has never seen human beings, nor has he seen the weird weapons in those human hands, it is like a wand made of steel, but he took it from the steel wand , But could not feel the slightest magical breath.

"I had many words to say to you, Tosedrin the lunatic..."

Kael'thas greeted the general who commanded the human infantry, and then looked at the magical illusion in the air with some regret. There was a sorrow in his eyes, he said in a deep voice:

"But at this moment, I can only say one word to you..."

"Pretend to be a fool, times... changed!"

At the moment the words of the Sun King fell, the 7th Army Artillery position on the ridge outside of the city of Eresalas opened fire, and 400 shells filled with compressed black powder were shot from the muzzle in the thunderous sound, like 400 thunders Similarly, the magical shield that blasted over the purple semi-circular shield above the inner city, which covered a third of the cities, was too large. Even the worst gunner could easily Hit the shield at this distance.

The whistling shells hit the purple shield with huge kinetic energy, and then exploded in the impact. The red firework was contaminated on the purple shield. The crazy explosion wave ripped the magic enchantment and was circulating. The moment of the magic was too late to fill the crack, the explosive fragments that flew in along the crack, tore the anxious upper elves inside into pieces.

The design idea of ​​the magic shield ten thousand years ago is still very primitive. It is only a rough way to achieve the resistance of magic power to physical impact. This design allows the shield to easily block the ogres. Tomahawk, but in the face of exploding shells, this original magic shield looks less "magic".

In the face of this weapon that has never been seen before, the pride of the upper elves can no longer protect them.

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