Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I'm going to kill him! Let go of me! Gujar! I command you! I'm going to kill him!"

Saurfang shouted and brandished a battle axe, but was dragged back by the tall ogre wizard and several guards, his eyes were red, accompanied by the battlefield that was completely blocked in front of him. The killing of death knights and those corpses, the orcs are losing their advantage little by little.

Each of their fighters fell, and a fighter stood opposite!

Each time they are weakened by one point, the opposite side will increase by one point!

Under this situation, the strength of both sides was reversed, and the gang of the death knight rose in this terrifying killing. The orcs failed to destroy the death knight in the first wave of attack. The increased corpses nibble bit by bit.

"Don't be impulsive! (They are delaying our speed!)"

Gujar dragged the angry Saurfang hard, and his two heads shouted loudly:

"The elves are coming! (Don't be fooled by them! We're leaving! Those people can't save them!)"

"Don't forget Orgrim's order! (It's the most important thing to defeat the alliance! Sooner or later, the traitors will pick it up!)"

Gujar’s persuasion allowed Saurfang to quickly find his reason. He stood in the narrow passage of the mountain. He looked fiercely at Tyrion who was killing the orcs and his Knight of the Dark Blade. He gritted his teeth. Finally, he took a deep breath.

"Then go! Stop them!"

"Boom"

The long-prepared ogre wizard smashed the manic magic power in his palms to the rocks on both sides. In the explosion of the shaking mountains, the rocks fell down and completely blocked the narrow mountain road.

At the moment when the stone fell, Saurfang and Tyrion faced each other, one side was angry, the other was indifferent, the other hated, the other was dead, the orc warlord seemed to engrave this face in his mind, in his heart In, a vow to be killed has been branded.

"Sooner or later! Sooner or later... kill all these monsters!"

The orc warlord turned over and mounted the war wolf again, he shouted loudly:

"The life and hatred of our compatriots are inherited by us! Now, move on! Break down human beings, and then beat them back!"

"For the tribe!"

On the other side of the mountain, nearly a thousand abandoned orcs were desperate, their morale plummeted, and in the chasing of more and more bodies, they could not even escape.

"puff"

The chilling war knife stabbed an orc’s heart, and the blood-swept Luminas shook her red hair happily. She looked at the rock that had fallen in front of her. She said with regret:

"It's a pity that they ran so much..."

"It's enough to leave so many orcs."

Tyrion withdrew his Epee. He had lost interest in killing these ordinary soldiers. Looking at the blocked road in front of him, he said softly:

"We only have four people after all, this is already the limit, but don't worry, I know where they will go... Next, I will find more companions and expand our strength. The next time we meet, just It’s not such a petty mess!"

His finger rested on the white skull hanging on his belt, and he narrowed his eyes:

"Guldan thought he could escape, but we will tell him by action that he is dead!"

"Tirion! Look over there!"

Serent’s cry made Tyrion look back. Outside this **** battlefield, in the far north sky, a golden light curtain stood like a miracle on the sky of Quel'Thalas, just like Something connected to the sky.

The beating golden light was so vivid, like a golden veil shrouded in the sky, covering most of Quel'Thalas's land, like a very large enchantment.

"Sunwell, the source of Quel'Thalas' magic power, this kind of defense is not something that a young dragon can break through."

Tyrion moved his wrist:

"Those big men are not hopeless. Since the power of the Sunwell has been mobilized, the orcs and dragon knights will be dead. The elves who have released their hands will probably come over soon, then disperse them! Leave these orcs to the elves for a headache!"

"We should do our own thing."

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In the rare leisure time, Tyrion will always think about some problems in order not to let his soul be lost in the dying pain, and he thinks most about the cause of the blood elves of the Rhine.

In the memory of the game, the strange race of Saarin has always been mysterious. Tyrion only knows that they are the second generation of death knight leaders who will appear more than ten years later. Criticism of high elves, but why they became Salin, no one knows.

Tyrion had hoped for Serent and Luminas, but it turned out that not every high elf would be called a death knight after being called as a death knight, but after summarizing the failure of several attempts and his own resurrection After the feature, Tyrion also seemed to find some clues.

"I can become Sahrain, probably because of my blood."

In the ruins of the ruined elven sentry post Desom, Tyrion looked at the two corpses in front of him. These are the two unique existences he found among many unwilling souls.

These are two noble elven mages. From their emblems, they are also two magi captains. Being able to become a magi captain in Quel'Thalas, which has developed a magic system, is enough to illustrate their talents and abilities.

"My father Carol. Dawnblade used to be a high-level wizard of the Firewing Legion, and my mother Teresa. Dawnblade was a magic mentor to the Sun Tower."

Tyrion squeezed his arm, his thoughts gleaming in his blue eyes:

"As the one who inherited their blood, I should have followed their trajectory and become a mage, not a ranger, but fate pushed me to that point... A captain of a ranger with a talent for a good mage, this is probably what I can At the same time it became the cause of death knight and sahrain."

His eyes fell on the corpse before him:

"The desire for magic is the instinct of every high elf, but the rangers can suppress that kind of desire, because they don’t apply magic, and their dependence on magic is not so strong... But the wizard is different, every high elf mages are They are hopeless people with magic addictions, and their desire for magic power is almost unlimited, so magic addictions...the hopeless magic addiction is the key!"

"Om"

In the body of Tyraion fully strengthened by dragon blood, the huge death energy spewed out, lighting up the psychic circle under the bodies of the two mages, and in the flight of dark red light, Tyraine’s cold face Illuminated, he manipulated the death energy into the two dead bodies a little, inducing the death energy that had been generated in their bodies.

And under the influence of the psychic circle, they have broken away from the broken souls of the body, and have been summoned back from the far abyss of the underworld.

When their bodies began to tremble, Tyrion recovered the energy of death. He took a step back and looked at the two corpses in front of him. The next process was that he could not interfere. Not favoring him anymore.

"Unfortunately, the mage cannot become a death knight..."

There was a trace of regret in Tyrion’s eyes, aside from the kind of weak plate warlocks made by Taron. The blood demon didn’t say that in his mind, the real death knights were mostly transformed by powerful warriors. They The strength of their predecessors determined that after they were called up, they could also use rune weapons skillfully, and with the help of the death force, they would soon become qualified death knights.

However, casters like mages have insufficient body refinement, and their obsessive body is determined. Even if they are called after death and transformed by the energy of death, they cannot use the rune weapons very well. It is unrealistic to expect them to kill the enemy in battle. Yes, such a fragile knight will be easily crushed into powder on the battlefield.

But Tyrion's fingers rubbed his chin, and another idea took root in his mind.

"Should I find a big lich for the Knights..."

Death is generous to anyone. Although the mages cannot become a qualified knight, they also have their own path to the necromancer. At the end of this road, the lich, known as immortal, completely throws away the physical restraints. The soul nourished by the darkness is extremely powerful, and it is a truly powerful battlefield killer in the death camp.

A real lich can easily set off a blizzard that buries a legion. Their strength is beyond the imagination of living mages.

The necromancy, shadow, and ice magic that the lich is good at can also greatly promote the training of death knight recruits and the speed of recruitment of powerful knights, so death knights and lich, this is definitely the most perfect partner, but also the strength and Proof of strength, if there are few lich in a death knight, it will definitely be laughed away by peers.

However, wizards and warlocks with lich qualifications are very rare, so this matter is not in a hurry. Tyrion shook his head and turned his attention back to the two mages in front of them, and their souls and bodies began to renew. Active, the call has come to the end.

"Om"

The crisp magic explosion ripped through the cold darkness, and the first awakened elf mage shook his head and climbed up from the altar.

He was wearing a red robe and had a fatal fatal wound on his abdomen, where it had been stitched with sutures by Miss Luminas, a man of ingenuity, probably just awakening from death. He was a little bit more aware of his surroundings Dazed, he quickly raised his head and looked at Tyrion in the darkness in front of him. Those open eyes made Tyrion's heart jump.

Eyes are faint blood red!

The iconic blood red of the blood elves!

"Who are you? Where am I?"

The old wizard wizard, who looked a little old, reached out and touched the wound: "I remember, I already..."

"You are dead, and your memories have not lied to you!"

Tyrion whispered:

"But it doesn't matter!"

He reached out and took a frozen dragon blood drop from his waist pocket, and shook it in front of the mage:

"Are you thirsty?"

"what?"

The resurrected mage was at a loss, but his eyes subconsciously accompanied the dragon blood beads in Tyrion’s hands. Tyrion clearly saw that his throat knotted a little. Obviously, his heart was strange for blood Hungry and awakened.

But probably already used to suppress the body's hunger for magic power, the old mage did not act immediately. At this moment, the second mage also regained consciousness, and his eyes were also bright red that made the scalp tingle.

Compared with the calmness of the old mage, the second young mage's desire to suppress the rise in the body is much weaker. His eyes stared straight at the dragon blood beads in Tyrion's hand, he asked in a low voice. :

"What is that? Give me! Give me!!"

"Ok."

There was a smile of satisfaction on the corner of Tyrion’s mouth. He reached out to break the frost on the surface of the blood bead and suspended the blood in his hand. He looked at the young mage trembling all over, and said softly:

"Want? You just take it yourself..."

This voice made the young mage reach out his hand subconsciously, but was shot down by the sword in Tyrion's hand. The death knight looked at the elf in front of him seriously, he said in a deep voice:

"No hands! Feel the hunger and thirst in your body, the hunger for blood, the strength formed by hunger, use it! Use it to get it!"

"If you can't do it!"

Tyrion’s voice became cold:

"Then you are a failure! Weak people who cannot manipulate power, I don't need it!"

"Ugh..."

A long, hoarse sigh sounded in the darkness, and the dragon blood beads suspended in Tyrion’s palm were pulled by another, but weak power, and fell into the palm of the graceful old master, he Looking at the beating dragon blood on his fingers, he did not swallow it immediately. Instead, he focused his attention on Tyrion.

"My name is Seven...Seven. Yan wounded, a high-level wizard of the Firewing Legion, but now it seems that I may have become a monster, don't you introduce yourself? A stranger who turned me into a monster!"

The hostility pervades in the darkness. In the face of this question, Tyrion took another dragon blood drop calmly and let it float in the palm of his hand. He looked at the old mage Severn in front of him:

"My name is Tyrion, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, I want to correct one thing, Mr. Seven, you are not monsters, although you are so vulnerable to manipulation of blood! But I still welcome you to join this organization... We have our own name, our name is Sarin!"

"Welcome to your awakening, my countrymen!"

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