Azeroth’s Death Track

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On the abandoned dock in Gilneas, an entire fleet is preparing to sail.

It was not the official fleet of the Dark Blade, but the mercenary fleet of the Dark Blade Consortium that was hired with real gold and silver to transport more than 30,000 werewolves and enough supplies to Kalimdor.

This is not a formal operation, but a consortium employed by Varian Wrynn’s private operation. Although the power of the Federation is not huge in the southwest of Northern Xinjiang, it has been regarded by the Supreme Council as the future border of the Federation. The tens of thousands of werewolves living in Gilneas who do not want to join the Federation are also regarded as a factor of instability by the federal government.

But now, these unrest factors will be transferred, which means that after they leave, the federal renovation of Gilneas City can also be smoothly carried out. This is, after all, the only large city on the Gilneas Peninsula. The geographical location is also very important for the Federation.

"Dark Blade just let me take these werewolves?"

Varian stood by the pier, watching the werewolves quickly boarding the ship under the command of the sergeants. He turned to look at Jean, who grunted:

"I sold myself to Darkblade, in exchange for their indifference to these werewolves... not to mention, do you really think those undead will care about 30,000 werewolves?"

"I've said it many times, Varian, don't focus too much on the Dark Blade Legion. It's not an enemy of the Empire, the Federation is what you and those young and reckless children should pay attention to..."

"Ok."

Varian nodded. He pulled up the hood on his back to cover the top of his head, while Valilla, who was also wearing the hood, followed him almost inseparably. The high elf girl seemed to regard herself as The shadow of Varian...a qualified defender.

"The biting reef off Gilneas has been destroyed by the Dark Blade Fleet from under the sea. This fleet will sail directly to the hot sand port of the Tanaris Desert. This journey will last for nearly half a month... Take the time to familiarize yourself with the combat mode of the werewolf army. When you reach the continent, you won’t have much time to hesitate."

Jean patted Varian’s shoulder. The old wolf king looked back at the fleet outside the port for the last time. Eventually, he turned around and walked towards the portal opened by the Sindra elves in the rear, and the old wolf left. His back was slightly rickety, and his steps were a little hobbled.

Looking at his back, Varian suddenly shouted:

"Jean, is there anything I need to bring to Liam?"

The old wolf king's footsteps stopped at this moment, he turned around and looked at Varian:

"Tell him to take good care of his mother and sister, rather than being a good king, it is better to be a real man... In addition, tell him that I am dead, don't let him come to me!"

After finishing speaking, Jean seemed to flee from something terrible, and turned and entered the shining portal. Between the shining portal light, Jean's shadow disappeared completely.

"He loves his son and loved ones very much, right?"

Valila said softly:

"He must be in pain, I can feel it."

"Jean...I didn't like him before."

Varian held his finger, he said:

"He always seemed a little arrogant, outdated, and always put Gilneas’ interests above the interests of the empire. He was also ambitious. After playing the orcs, when he first quit the league, he was still very young. I hated him, but... but that’s all gone. Everyone has paid the price, and everyone has changed.

"me too..."

"Om"

Varian's voice just fell. In the city behind them, a huge portal was opened. In a burst of mechanical roar, a dozen huge black machines drove into the dark city. It was Vari. Large engineering creations that Ann hasn't seen before, with heavy round tires, steel shells, and huge carriages.

This is a truck used to carry heavy objects in the black iron zone. It is basically the same structure as the traditional truck, but it is even more silly and thick. It is like a wild bull made of steel. It is infinitely powerful and can carry the limit. Heavy objects.

"Click"

The door of the first steam truck was pushed open, and several children jumped out of it. The heavily armed Dornan glanced around, and then set her eyes on Varian. She walked aggressively and stood. In front of Varian, he looked up at this powerful gladiator.

"You are Anduin's father?"

Dornan asked fiercely:

"Why are you lying to us!"

"Uh, I just... just some of my own problems, boy, I didn't mean to lie to you."

Varian looked at the fierce little girl in front of him and didn't know what to answer. He looked at the trucks lined up in the mechanical roar behind him. He asked:

"what are these?"

"This is our "goodbye gift" to you."

Anduin's voice rang in the rear, causing Varian to turn around and saw his son. The little boy stood by the truck and looked at him with a tangled look. Varian hesitated, But soon she was pushed by Valilla behind him, and Varian looked back at the high elf chick, who waved at him, so Varian took off his hood and walked to his son .

He knelt in front of Anduin, his scarred face, and his blue eyes looked at his son tenderly. A few seconds later, Varian took off his armor and took it out of the back pocket One thing was placed in front of Anduin.

That's the champion belt of the Champions League. The rugged appearance is full of masculinity. It is made of metal, crystal and Goron's beast bones. It is a sign of the orc language of the king of gladiators, which is worth the price. Things represent the highest glory that all gladiators in the two worlds are pursuing.

"This is our agreement, son... I got it for you, and now it belongs to you."

Varian reached out and tried to touch Anduin’s hair, but the child took a step back. He opened his blue eyes and looked at his unfamiliar father. He asked:

"When we first met, why...why did you hide your identity?"

Facing Anduin's question, Varian took a deep breath. He withdrew his hand in the air. He looked at Anduin's eyes and said seriously:

"Because I want to protect you, son, me and your uncle, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, there are some small..."contradictions", I don't want to involve you and your mother."

"Then you haven't come to see us for so many years!"

Anduin asked again, this time, the child had a little grievance in his eyes. Varian gritted his teeth and stepped forward, holding Anduin in his arms. He felt the strength of his son holding himself, There was also a trace of moisture in the eyes of the peerless man who had penetrated the Champions League. He put his chin on Anduin's hair and kept patting his son's back. He said softly:

"I think about seeing you every day, my son, I have been thinking of you and your mother every night all these years, but I can’t go... I dare not face you because of my weakness, Let me lose you... I must at least prove to you that my son, I am not a failed father, in short, please forgive me, Anduin, forgive your father."

"I can't grow up with you here, because across the endless sea, the people who are still loyal to the Wrynn family are under terrible threat, I have to save them... this is every Wrynn Men in the family must carry the mission."

He said to his sobbing son:

"I promise, Anduin, I promise...I will come back, I swear."

He lowered his head and looked at Anduin with tears in his face. Varian wiped his red eyes, then picked up the belt on the ground and said to his son:

"Come take a picture... isn't this your birthday wish?"

In front of the father, with his mouth pouting and sniffing from time to time, Dornan picked up the magic image spar dedicated for taking pictures, and behind her, Talia and Vanessa were already hugging and crying. Tears...

Farther away, Valilla looked at Tiffany in front of her, and she asked softly:

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to him? Mrs. Tiffany."

"No, my husband is going to do truly great things. He just needs to go with blessings, not the distracted children..."

Queen Tiffany put on her white veil again today, covering her beautiful face. After the veil, her blood-red eyes stared at the high elf with a more "conservative" leather armor in front of her. Girl, a few seconds later, she whispered:

"So, I'll give him to you, Valilla... take care of him for me."

"The children relied on your victory and made a lot of money in the Champions League. They knew that Varian was going to fight a battle of salvation, so they exchanged that money for the standard armament of the Black Iron Zone. These The armaments will be transported to Kalimdor with the ship and tell Varian to use them well. This is what the children want."

Facing Tiffany's request, Valila nodded cautiously:

"Okay, ma'am, I will tell Varian... In addition, thank you for your generosity and kindness..."

"No, this is what you deserve..."

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Everything that happened on the eastern continent has not yet been known by the empire. In fact, the current empire puts most of its intelligence forces on its larvae, and there is not much power for the Assassin Alliance and MI7 to detect the east The situation on the mainland.

With the joint forces of the three fronts of the Insect Warriors on their way to Tanaris, the tide spreading from the large crack has been effectively curbed. With the help of the latest hot weapons, the scattered Insects have been dispersed. It is difficult to threaten the safety of Gadgetzan and Hot Sands Port.

It is reported that while the front line is in full swing, MI7 is also planning a precise attack on the worm nest deep in the big crack. As long as it can kill the mother worm that is constantly breeding bugs, the situation in the Tanaris battlefield will be Get an effective reversal.

"Failed again..."

Deep in a gloomy crypt in the Shining Plains, the Nerubian priest from the distant Northrend continent, the disintegrator Scris used his silver-white compound eyes to watch the blood in the Petri dish made of glass in front of him. In the red liquid, the indistinguishable disgusting flesh, the weird thing covered with weird limbs, looks like a combination of its larvae and spiders, but at this time, the monster has lost everything vital signs.

It took less than 15 seconds from birth to death.

"The genes of Qira worms are very primitive, and the gene fragments of the Yaki Empire have not been lost. What a good sample, what a pity...it still can't bear the mutant genes of the spider...

On the disassembler's silver-white compound eyes, the green light flickered, as if thinking:

"We need more powerful genetic samples, and the load-carrying capacity of the larvae is too weak...we need more samples."

The demolitionist's sharp forelegs flicked, and the nerubian soldiers standing on the side immediately lifted the failed sample, and these things will be cleared away to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Unfortunately, the amber regeneration technology of the Aki Empire has been lost... What a pity."

The Nerubian priest mumbled out of the crypt. As an ally of the human empire to fight against the worms, it recently provided the empire with many secrets about the worms’ habits, and even about the relationship between the mother worm and its breeding, including different The general role of insect nests, and the weaknesses of various insects, etc., these vital information give the human empire a specific idea to break the enemy.

It is a pity that its own research on the future of spiders has been stagnant. The soldiers on the front of the empire sent back the eggs that were used by it to carry out gene transfer experiments. Unfortunately, until today, this experiment has not Signs of success.

Nerubians and Qiraji are descendants of the Yakimite Empire. The kingdom and civilization of the Nerubians have been completely destroyed by the Undead Scourge. It is impossible to rely on the remaining spiders to rebuild civilization, but Qiraji The emergence of worms gives the demolitioner new hope...The genes of its larvae and the genes of the spider are from the same ancestor, which means that as long as the demolition person can remove some of the genes of the spider Transplanted into its eggs, you can use these eggs to spawn new siblings.

It is simple to say, but it is very difficult to do. Although there are related researches on the spider demon civilization, after all, after thousands of years of evolution, the genes of spider devil and its larvae have already been too much different.

"High priest, Druid the Blight visits!"

A nerubian guard reported the visitor to the demolitionist. After a while, the demolitioner saw the deceased chief in the robe, Ms. Mo Yana. When she just wanted to say hello, Mo Yana took the initiative He said:

"I heard that Nerubians studied the eggs of the Qiraji people and tried to find new hope for their civilization?"

"Ok?"

A ray of light flashed on the disassembler's silver compound eyes, it was silent for a moment, and then flicked its forelegs:

"Yes, no need to hide, it is true... Are the blighters interested in this?"

Ms. Mo Yana shook her head, she said frankly:

"The Wither is not interested in this, but we are very interested in the once-and-for-all control of the Zergman, and some kind of biological transformation method of the Necromancer...Maybe, the demolition lord can take the time to come to the emerald of Drustvar The Holy Land is a guest...I believe that we can cooperate for a long time on this matter."

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