Azeroth’s Death Track

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The corpse of the giant monster wingworm was dragged back by the soldiers and erected in the center of the large platform position. This is not only a proof of force, but also a deterrent. After the corpse was put up, its body in the sky Laptera seems to feel a certain threat, and their activities have become much more cautious and have converged a lot.

After the well-equipped Bloodfang Legion filled the battlefield and defended the Zergman ground army with the druids, one-third of the firepower on the position was liberated and used exclusively for air defense, which also gave the wing insects to the formation. The coming threat is much smaller.

"First, we are not here to answer your retreat."

Some tired Arthas took off the helmet and looked at the three commanders on the front line. He glanced at Varian, and he said softly:

"King Liam took a 70,000 army to build a position at the entrance to the ruins. They will attract you a large part of the firepower. The Bloodfang and Legion of Lordaeron will also supplement the large platform position, the portal of Dalaran. It is being repaired. Soon, the Firewing Legion led by the High Elf Sun King and the **** army of the Archbishop of the Holy Light Church will also come to the battlefield in person. You must continue to persevere here to attract the attention of the insect sea! The more the better..."

"We guessed it."

The orc warlord Brocks Saurfang looked at the gray war sword in Varian’s hands with interest, and the intuition of a top warrior told him that it was definitely a handed down weapon, but he didn’t ask. He turned to look at Arthas:

"Actually, we think so too. After the initial panic, we have realized that if we retreat like this today, we may never have the day to call back again."

General Halver and the injured General Shantis Yuyue both nodded. Obviously, the commanders of the front position have already reached an agreement.

"How about Commander Deer Helm?"

Arthas looked around, frowning and asked:

"Did he already..."

"No, it's not."

General Halver pointed to the passage leading to the Qiraji temple, covered with corpses of worms and generals, and said:

"Before you came, the deer helmet commander brought a team of druids, and the guardians of Ms. Maiev, together with the MI7 agents, and the spiders, went deep into the temple of Qira, the deer helmet Worried about the safety of the demigods who rushed into the temple, and the spiders said that they have a way to ease the attack of the sea of ​​insects, but the premise is to first find the highest mother of Qira, the demolition person, in the temple Call it "The Queen"."

"ease?"

Varian, sitting on the side wiping the war sword, looked up and looked at Halver:

"Did they succeed?"

The human general shook his head:

"No... Bugs have become even more violent, but this performance also proves that the spiders' claims are not groundless. We believe that they should have contacted the Queen of Qiraji."

"That's good..."

Varian nodded, and then inserted the war sword back into the scabbard behind him. He looked at the dark worm in front of him, as if leading to the worm nest of hell. Under the black platform of the worm nest, a tall other The priest, who looked like a lord, was chopped into four corpses and the green blood was almost drained.

"I'm going in... as you said, if we retreat today, there is no possibility of returning."

Varian thought inwardly that at the beginning of the minute, Jean told him, he moved his wrist and said:

"Today, these bugs must be solved...this is our only chance."

Talking, he turned back and looked at the commander and the king behind him:

"Who comes with me?"

"Uh"

Dozens of gladiators resting next to them immediately stood up. These people were all diehards who were convinced by Varian's personality charm. They worshipped Varian very much in the Black Ghost Regiment. Now they have to follow their idols. Save the world, is there anything more exciting than this?

Moreover, these gladiators all knew Varian’s true identity. This is a noble king, but anyone who has some ideas realizes that this is a wealthy and dangerous job in front of him, but for the knife head to lick blood For the gladiators, these disgusting bugs will not make them feel afraid.

"I'll go with you!"

Arthas hugged the green helmet **** helmet in his arms. He looked at Varian and said with a smile:

"This fun can't be taken away by you alone."

"I will go too."

The old orc moved his shoulders, and he looked back at Halver and Shantis:

"Let these young people let go and do me a little bit uneasy, can you two take care of the position?"

"of course."

Halver nodded, and Shantis Yuyue was silent for a moment, reaching for the black sniper rifle behind her. She said:

"It looks like you need a scout...I have already seen General Halver's ability. He can command the platform position by himself, and I will go with you."

"But your injury?"

Arthas looked at the bandage wrapped around Shantis's waist, who shook his head:

"The skin is traumatized, don't underestimate Cadore's soldiers! Give me a little time to treat the wound, let's set off in 10 minutes."

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"This is not "Queen"! I made a mistake!"

At this time, in the dark and deep, nearly 100 meters underground, the worm nest covered with disgusting fungus blankets and fuchsia cuticles, the spider demon prince Chris looked at a wet big tunnel under the worm nest On the ground outside the pool of groundwater, a cluster of white, hatching insect eggs was filled, and a huge insect was resting in the middle of the "hill" formed by the insect eggs.

It was a big worm that looked like a winged worm, with a body like a wasp with a staggered limb, and the whole body was green, and it was covered with a strange red pattern. The sharp nail behind the abdomen, shining with steel and the forelimb The staggered claw blades represent this guy's trouble.

Although it is difficult for other races to distinguish the types of insects from the outside, for the spider demon who had the same ancestor tens of thousands of years ago, the true identity of the Qiraji lord in front of him cannot be concealed.

"This is a "princess"! The hormones it emits prove this... it is not the absolute leader of its Zergling system."

A light flashed in the silver-white compound eyes of Skipper's black head, and he turned to the lurking watchmen and agents and the druid said:

"It is indeed the highest mother insect of its larvae. Look at the number of eggs around it. It can produce thousands of eggs at a time. After hatching, it is an elite army of soldiers and insects. Controlling it can temporarily cause the tide on the ground to cause confusion of internal commands and even start internal strife, but there is a problem..."

"what?"

The deer helmet in the form of a cheetah was hidden in the darkness. He narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Listening to what you mean, things don't seem so simple?"

"Yes, it's not simple, because it's a princess! There is a problem with its breeding system. This is a problem I have never seen. The highest female worm should be the leader of all its insects, but this mother The worm is obviously not...on top of it, there must be a stronger lord of the worm who is dominating the entire empire of worms, maybe... the emperor!"

The dismantler's forelegs waved excitedly in the air. Its huge and terrifying spiritual power enveloped a group of people around it. After distorting the light, even the wandering higher-order worms around them could not find this group of infiltrators.

"You don't understand what this means for Nerubian... if it is a queen, then as the leader of the Zerg, its genes determine that it cannot be converted, but if it is a princess under rule, then its genes Before it is locked, it may be transformed into the highest mother insect of the Nerubian...Aha, the new life of the Aizhuo-Nerub Necromancer is in sight... this little beauty..."

Everyone looked at the excited demolitionist Chris with a stunned face. The aesthetics of the insects were really distorted. The disgusting monster in front of him could actually be called...little beauty.

This was even unbearable for Madame Maiev, the most silent watchman. Under the helmet, she made a urging voice:

"I don't pay attention to these, Nerubians...you said, you have a way to solve Qiraji! I want to see that way!"

"Yes, I said, powerful female! Don't worry..."

The Nerubian Priest Sri Kris realized that he was too frivolous, and his voice rang in everyone's heart, and he restored the hoarse, deep and mysterious taste. He said slowly:

"The original plan was to kill the highest female worm, causing chaos in the swarm, but now that it has been determined that the female worm is not the queen of the worm, and the Qiraji also has a strange emperor, then the best way is to Behead directly and kill the Emperor Zergren! Then I will try to manipulate the will of the highest female worm, so as to completely trigger the split in Qiraji..."

"As long as you control the highest female, everyone, the immediate descendants of those females will obey us... do you understand? We can drive them to attack their fellow citizens and let them kill each other..."

"Can this really be done?"

The chief of the human agent, Shore, rubbed his forehead and whispered, "It sounds unreliable."

"Don't doubt the greatness of the genes left in our body by the Aki Empire... As early as the Empire period, the Nerubian was the noble class of the Empire, much more noble than the lower class like the Qiraji."

The disintegrator Skris's silver-white compound eyes shone with strange lights, and in the wave of his will, the surrounding air became sticky:

"I need a few people to stay and help me to contain this princess Qiraji so that I can have time to invade its spirit, the rest... I have sensed that your demigod is in the center of the temple not far ahead , It seems to be fighting with great power, hehe, you better help it, of course...you have to be mentally prepared."

The last sentence of the spider demon made both Deer Helmet and Maiev couldn't help but look at it. The disintegrator's silver-white compound eyes flashed a complex light, and he said softly:

"I told you that Azjol-Nerub Necromancer once believed in an ancient deity..."

"And what you are about to face is... another god, eh... wait, someone is coming behind, it seems... as if it is your reinforcements, I smell... I smell a weird The breath is very sharp and very depressed..."

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Just as Varian met with the first commanders who infiltrated the temple, beyond the uncountable distance, to be precise, in another world, Tyrion had just finished a baffling game. Encounter.

The concept of time in the world of the dead has a very magical characteristic. It is strange and uncountable. Or, when Tyrion enters the world behind this world, his own time is cut away from the time of this world. , And the concept of time for the Lord of the Lord has also become blurred in the running on the endless wilderness of the dead world.

Until now, he filled his rapid-fire pistol with holy silver bullets, frowning, and surveyed the surroundings.

In the absence of a guide, Tyrion’s field of vision became very narrow after entering the world. At the point of entry, there was only a visual range of less than 20 meters, and all around the towering strange black mist beating, The black mist is active, just like to deliberately obscure Tyrion’s vision, and from time to time, crazy dementors rushed out of it, howling and rushing towards the lord, and then the lord blasted it with a shot head.

"Holy Silver Bullet is more powerful than I thought..."

With a click, the pistol was loaded again, and Tyrion stood up, lying under his feet with more than thirty bodies of dementors. This was the most violent siege after he entered the realm of death. But even the lord himself did not know why he was suddenly besieged.

Inserting the pistol into his belt, he looked at his left hand, and his hand was covered with dark blue frost, just like when he was using the wind blow, but this time it was not the ice power he called for. This is the scar left by the dementor's siege.

The realm of death strips Tyrion’s powerful power, but gives him complete senses, he can breathe, he will feel tired, he will feel pain... he will bleed...

Now his left hand has completely lost consciousness. The faint pain caused Terion to frown. Although it was only a scar that did not affect the battle, he made Terion feel a little bad. He must find it as soon as possible. Yuna, leave this place, otherwise once more dementors are encountered, his combat effectiveness will be further weakened.

Even...really die here.

He shook off the ice on his left hand, then took on his armor, and quickly left the place of engagement. Following his inner feelings, he moved quickly in a specific direction. He could feel that Yuna was there! And that girl is...frightened and scared.

Lord Lord touched his finger on his forehead, feeling the vivid cold, he said softly:

"Don't be afraid..."

"I'm coming..."

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