Azeroth’s Death Track

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Sassarian, this was the lieutenant who retrieved a dark-bladed infantry from outside Andorhal.

He died at the last moment of the Whispering Harbor War, and the death energy of the death lord Yrel penetrated his heart. He died like a real hero, but his destiny did not end there.

The eccentric undead Lured, who was picked up by him, accidentally appeared behind him, locked his soul in the body with a rough soul stone, and then found by the evacuated sequencer death knights, he took Sassarian Brought back the hiding place of the preachers.

He was resurrected by the high-level knight Kordila Weaver. In the period after the resurrection, Sassarian could not accept the fact that he had become the most disgusting undead, but in a daze, he Encountered the core doctrine of the preachers, that great, full of self-dedication and self-sacrifice creed.

After knowing from Kurdila that the world is hidden, there are many shadows that threaten the world. After the death and resurrection, Thassarian found a new target...Although he hated the dark blade, Although he still misses when he is alive, he is now on a path to an unknown future.

He regained friends, found the organization, and became a death knight specializing in evil auras. He also used the spells he learned to recover from the dead to repair the dark wounds of the undead infantry Lu Ruid, and concluded with this strange infantry. The contract of the soul.

"I said, do you think they will really come?"

Sassarian wore a full set of armor, covered with a black hood outside his body. He carried two slender purple rune swords behind his back. It was a hand-made product by the master blacksmith from the Black Iron District, and a black Yes, the shotgun radiating cold light in the moonlight, two new loaded pistols were inserted on the belt, and the bronze bullet chain was suspended across the chest, and it seemed to be armed to the teeth.

Kurdila was dressed similarly beside him. This high-level elven death knight has excellent vision, so behind his back is a black sniper rifle and a heavy sword full of elven styles.

Facing Sasarian's inquiry, Kurdilla shook his head, and he whispered to his good friend:

"Something wrong...I suspect they have come..."

"Ok?"

Sassarian's eyes widened, and at almost the same time, the fog around the mountain near the Twilight Fortress suddenly became thicker, and 13 shadows slowly appeared in the dark mist, watching At their moment, Kurdilla quickly stood up and took a few steps back. He whispered to Sassarian:

"It seems that it's Sarin... It's still the blood lord level. Don't talk for a while, I'll deal with them... These vampires have a sickly pursuit of etiquette, and they are wrong. There may be a conflict."

"Saline?"

A hint of curiosity flashed in Sasarian's eyes:

"I have never dealt with them before. When I was a soldier in Lordaeron, I just heard about the names of these blood elves. They never seemed to appear on the frontal battlefield."

"Then you should be glad."

Kurdila moved his fingers and explained to his companions:

"In the dark-edged war system, Salen is often responsible for pre-war reconnaissance and destruction behind the enemy. They are natural spies and assassins, but because of the small number of people, they have never participated in the war, but if it was you If you meet a Saarin... then you must be finished long ago. It is difficult for someone to avoid their strange **** fighting skills in a single fight."

"The blood lords are even more terrifying. If they want, they can spread the blood blight to a city overnight, and with their blood-sucking ability, even if they are alone in the face of an army of hundreds of people, Leave unscathed, or... annihilate your opponent, never try to fight the blood lord in a quantitative battle, as long as you bleed, even if it is only a small wound...they are already winning."

"How do you know so clearly?"

Seeing the 13 figures in front of him move forward in the dark mist in a flurry of gestures, Thassarian asked the last question, and Kurdilla turned back, looking at his friend with a fool-like look. :

"Nonsense, I carried out investigation and assassination missions in the Blade of Darkness back then... I have seen more Saarin than any orcs you have seen. You rookie, shut up now!"

After finishing talking, Kurdilla turned his head and looked at the 13 Sarin who appeared in front of him. He coughed a little and just wanted to talk, but suddenly found that the 13 blood lords in front of him and those he had seen before. .. not quite the same.

They have elf-like ears, but they are not short ears like high elves. They are more like long ears of night elves, but their skin color is as white as high elves.

"Upper spirit!"

Kurdila remembered the story about the elven empire he had read as a kid, and he exclaimed suddenly:

"I thought you were extinct!"

The death knight's exclaimation caused Modant Yongying to raise his head. The appearance of these upper elf blood lords is not the same as that of the dark blade blood lord. The robe they wear is more like a robe 10,000 years ago, black , Lined with blood-red lace, and collars erected on both sides of the neck. The wide robe fluttered behind the arms as the arms spread, like a pair of black wings.

But their temperament is very similar to that of the dark-edged Sahel, full of a low-key, luxurious and evil, corrupt senses. In the silent examination of these blood lords, Thassarian felt a faint chill. Beside him, Kordila organized the language, and he talked to these upper elves with the tedious etiquette of the high elves.

"The blood lords must be the messengers sent by the Federation, and we, we are the representatives of the Order, we will lead you to the Twilight Citadel and join the siege of the cultists."

Kurdila identified himself in a short language. Before his eyes, Modant Yongying's blood-red eyes blinked. He said in a dark voice:

"The descendants of Daslemah...had to say that your etiquette is terrible, but as you said, we came for the war, so...get rid of these vulgar rites and take us to the battlefield, Sindra will send a "gift" to the Federation, starting from tonight... The blood of the enemy will bring new glory to Sindra!"

"Blood brings glory!"

Behind Yongying, the 12 blood lords of Sindra hiding their bodies in the blood mist recite in unison, which makes the mountain under the darkness even more dead.

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"The undead attacked!"

"Release element distortion monsters!"

In this cold night, the first floor of the Twilight Fortress has been completely submerged by the Order Knight’s death knights and the undead summoned by them. The cultists living on the first floor are all the dross of various races. Without combat effectiveness, the death knights who broke into the fortress were hacked and killed. After their death, their bodies were temporarily resurrected as temporary infantry driven by the death knights.

After all, only the Dark Blade Legion can luxuryly stock large numbers of undead infantry and equip the infantry with enough weapons.

But how to say, these temporarily resurrected corpses also have their own use... In the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor, the elemental monsters released by the Twilight's Hammer roared out of the elemental gate, these The distorted and enslaved elements are taller, uglier, and less fearful than ordinary elemental creatures. Driven by the cultists, these crazy aggregates of elements madly attacked the death knights who stepped on the stairs and their Servants.

And just after the elemental monsters were mixed with the walking corpses, the high-level death knights sneered and detonated the weak energy of death in the walking corpses. Those corpses that had just been resurrected were like flesh bombs, roaring in front of them. Exploded on the ladder, the escaping energy waves broke the fragile balance of the twisted elemental organisms, causing them to lose control, and then exploded one by one on the ladder.

This is the tactics summed up by the death knights in the process of chasing down the cultists. The cultists of Twilight's Hammer are not professional casters. Before entering the very promising work of cultists, they generally They are all third-rate thieves, bankrupt businessmen or simply drunkards who are useless. They cannot control these elemental monsters well, just as they cannot control their new power.

These monsters can be used to scare ordinary people, but in the face of professional soldiers such as sequencers, the deterrent power of this thing is reduced too much. After the first wave of elemental distortion explosions, Kurtz and The two death knights headed by Dassuohan rushed up the stairs from left to right. These high-level death knights propped up anti-magic shields and rushed into the panicked cult group like chariots.

"Run!"

"Death is coming! The end is coming! There is no hope! Run away!"

"Ah!"

The death knights destroyed the front of the cultists with little effort. This sudden attack hit the cultists by surprise, coupled with witnessing the previous companion shaking and slamming with his teeth and fingers. The horrible scene of the flesh and blood of the cultists makes those cowards who have no will to fight can only cry to their father and cry for their mother to flee deeper into the fortress.

They are just cultists, not warriors, don't have too much faith in their conduct.

"Clear the battlefield, shoot freely!"

But they can’t run away at all. The Order Keepers are also organizations that have been edified by the advanced combat philosophy of the Dark Blade. The high-level knights wear enough guns. After the defense line that the cultists gathered together was destroyed, those around The running cultists only had to be killed by bullets from behind, and their bodies would become servants of the death knights.

This was like a snowball defeat, which allowed the Order Keeper to completely clear the first floor one hour after the battle began, and began to build a forward position on the second floor.

But the next battle is very difficult, the cunning two-headed ogre Gujar, the hazy and deep twilight prophet, the original Archbishop of the Storm Kingdom Benedictus, and the once Dragonmaw Orc Warlord, now the evil mage Daga. Burner, these three bosses control different areas of the third floor of the fortress, and the three garrisons stationed in the third floor are the true diehards of Twilight's Hammer. Fear of lunatics.

"Dassuohan, which one do you choose?"

Kurtaz wiped his warhammer full of blood and minced meat. He turned his head to look at another lord. After the resurrection, the great knight Saidan Dassohane maintained his once silent and stoic attitude, facing Ku Darthan's question, Dassohan raised the black epee in his hand, but after thinking a little, he pointed to the central passage.

"Benneditas...a miscellaneous person who hides himself, I will look for his filth."

After that, the Grand Knight took the dark horned helmet from Sassarian, buckled it on his face, and with nearly a hundred high-level knights rushed towards the central passage, while Kurtaz turned his head to look On the left, without much hesitation, he took the rest to Gujar’s Corrosion Throne. As for the last path, there was no need for the sequencers to worry.

The bloodthirsty Sindra blood lords have already penetrated into the passage between the altar of flames in the shadows. Their speed is the fastest, and these Sahel do not like to cooperate with others. They Wherever he went, there was only one corpse that made people scalp numb, and now, they were full of blood, and they had already fought fiercely with the orc cult leader at the deepest level on the third floor.

"I've heard of you, Salin!"

Above the altar burning with strange flames, Dhaka Shadowburner, the once wise orc warlord had long lost his mind, and in the whisper of the ancient god, he had been transformed into a brain full of fanaticism Dangerous maniac, his face was covered with profane runes, and between his dancing hands, a flame like a flaming storm wrapped around his body, making him look like a **** of fire.

He stared deadly at the 13 Sindra elves covered with blood in his indifferent and fanatical eyes. The orc shouted:

"Assassins who only hide in the shadows and hand out bayonet...you don’t have the ability to fight frontally. Now, you dare to appear in front of me...you don’t even know what kind of new power the master has given me. !"

In his roaring sound, the aggregate of three elements twisted to the extreme sprang out of the light and flame of the flames. As can be seen from the thick arms of these guys, these strange things can not only use elemental magic, but also very Being good at crushing power melee, it seems that the battlefield of the shadow burner is indeed a challenge for the agile Sarin.

However...the one who appeared before him wasn't the dark blade of Saaring...

"Fool controlled by power!"

Modan Yongying’s eyes gleamed with disdain, the blood of his whole body was surging, and the body of the Sindra Elf, which had been transformed by the magic of the evil energy for thousands of years, began to rattle. Sound, between the entanglement of blood mist, 13 Sindra Lords' momentum rose rapidly, and under the drive of the shadow burner, the three huge elemental monsters also screamed and waved their arms. Thunder hit the Rhine before him.

"Wow"

The arm that was smashed by the polymer was steadily caught by a sturdy arm with fine demonic scales and dagger-like sharp nails immediately before it touched the blood mist, and the collision of power let the surrounding air There was a ripple visible to the naked eye. Between the ripples, 13 Sindra blood lords who had completed the transformation appeared in front of the shadow burner.

Their transformation did not grow blood-red wings like the dark-bladed blood lord. No, no, they didn’t have an extra pair of wings. On the contrary, their original slender body became strong and stretched out of their muscles. In the meantime, the arms became thick and strong, and even the legs became a recurve similar to the draenei, with short sharp ears and mane outside the body scales, letting They look like a combination of bats and wolves.

Ugly, arrogant, powerful, and weird.

Modante raised his head, his face was covered with red scales. He roared like a beast. Under the combined force of the three blood lords, the elemental polymer in front of him was torn between blood shadows and was torn apart. Opened the body.

Between the splashes of the elemental debris, the blood lord Yongying moved his neck, his thick left arm waved, and a punch hit the ground in front of him. The solid ground swelled down instantly, and then the bricks and stones were splashed. In the release of power, Yongying looked at the shadow burner in front of him. He said softly:

"Stupid guy! Who told you...Saline has only one form?"

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