Azeroth’s Death Track

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Gul'dan left, taking away 70% of the troops and supplies of the tribe's support troops, and the remaining orcs were scattered and looted throughout the Stratholme area.

They will go south from the Stratholme area, and in response to the death knights of the Talon Golem, re-enter the hills, return to the tribal port of the wetlands, and set sail to sail to an unknown destiny.

It was like a sap, and it hit the head of Saurfang, who was imprisoned for freedom. The most terrible thing was that, before leaving, the evil orc warlock set a fire in the already empty camp. Come attract the attention of the surrounding alliance troops and win them more time!

"It's over!"

Saurfang watched the flames lick the entire camp bit by bit. An unimaginable despair devoured his soul. He would be burned to death completely, and no one would know where he went last... This is not his frightening ending.

As an orc warrior who still holds honor, Saurfang was most afraid of being identified as a traitor by the chieftain and his brother Blokshiga, one who followed Gul'dan and betrayed the tribe and betrayed Traitor of your own honor!

Gul'dan will not be kind enough to explain that the outcome of losing life and losing honor is almost the same as **** for someone like Saurfang!

"Wow wow wow"

The chain that bound the body was shaken frantically by the orc warrior, trying to break free from the chain, but he was very weak all over, and the toxins in his body also devoured his soberness and will.

Between the burning fire, he began to shout:

"anyone there?"

"anyone here?"

"Let me go! Come help me!"

"The great chief is still waiting for me! I can't...I can't let him down!"

But no one was there anymore. In the previous raid operation, Saurfang divided many orcs to attract the attention of the Alliance defenders in all directions. Before getting the order, those orc warriors would not take the initiative to find large forces. But now, these soldiers who obey the order completely put Safarul into desperation.

"Gul'dan!"

The orc warlord roared insanely. If he could still return to Quel'Thalas that night, he would definitely look cold and watch Gul'dan's soul be taken away by those death knights. This scourge may be dead at that time!

He remembered the things Orgrim had ordered before he left, and he could choose to kill Gul'dan if necessary.

Obviously, the Chieftain was also skeptical of Gul'dan's loyalty, but Saurfang's stubbornness led him and his army into this desperate moment.

Fire, orange flames were burning in the large empty camp, and soon they were all in one piece, igniting all the tents, Saurfang was already ashamed, and his eyes were stagnant and tied to the stone. The orc warlords above gave up their resistance and struggle, and let the flames surround him.

But before the flame ignited his body, his inner remorse and self-blame, like the giant beast with open teeth and claws, completely swallowed his soul.

In the face of this defeat, his heart was already dead.

"Uh"

The icy cold wind extinguished the flames in front of Saurfang at this moment. The abnormal low temperature caused the orc warlord to raise his head subconsciously and saw the tall figure walking into the fire.

It was an orc, a death knight, and a member of Tyrion's Darkblade Knights.

"Blackhan! I know you..."

Saurfang looked at the silent orc death knight in front of his eyes with a dignified expression.

"Are you coming to see me going to the end? Are you here to laugh at my failure? Or... send me out of this world?"

"I'm not that boring!"

Glokus looked at the desperate orc warlord in front of him. A glimmer of light flashed in his dark eyes, and he pulled the axe behind his backhand.

"Click, click"

The chains that bound Saurfang were cut, and the Orc Warlord was free, but he just stood up and took a step, and he was weak and paralyzed on the ground. Then he was picked up by Glokus and carried on his shoulders. Step out of the flames.

The scorching flame cleared a path in the icy storm. Outside the fire, a white-boned griffin was waiting for his master.

"Tirion wants to see you, Saurfang, you should face your own destiny, and, call me Glokus, I don't like the name I used to be."

The white-boned griffin flew in the air for 10 minutes, and finally came to the place where Stratholme and Hillsbrad fell. Glokush controlled the griffin to fall, and all the members of the Dark Blade Knights were in the mountain below. On the rest, beside them, there are nearly a hundred orc warriors hacked to death. Some awakened low-level knights are packing up the battlefield. Obviously, a chase battle has just ended here.

"Snapped"

Saurfang was thrown on the ground. He raised his head hard and saw Tyrion, who was wiping the sword in his hand. The latter sat on the body of an ogre and looked at it with a sarcasm. Holding him.

The sarcastic gaze made Saurfang's inner shame rise again, but he still stuck his neck unwilling to bow his head. Looking at the leader of the death knight, he asked in a deep voice:

"What are you doing to bring me here? Tyrion!"

"I just want to see what the loser looks like."

Tyrion pierced Sarofar's scars mercilessly. He sheathed the long sword in his hand, supported his chin with his left hand, and looked at the orc warlord in front of him with a playful look:

"How does it feel to betrayed by Gul'dan? You see, my curse is finally fulfilled! I guess, you should regret it now, if you were not stopped at that time... If you did not steal our victory, tribal Victory will not be stolen by Gul'dan."

"Saurfang, your tribe will eventually fail because of you, and you! You are the biggest sinner! You guessed it right, I was laughing at you..."

"enough!"

Saurfang clenched his fists, blood-red bloodshot burst into his eyes, he shouted loudly:

"Stop talking! Stop humiliating me! Kill me now! Take my life!"

"Give me a weapon!"

Saurfang climbed hard from the ground. He supported his waist with both hands so that he would not fall. He looked at Tyrion in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Dying in your hands as a soldier is better than being burnt to death."

"Come on!"

Tyrion waved his hand: "I asked my brother to bring you here, not to fight with you, you also saw that we have been chasing down the people who looted the clan and Twilight's Hammer, but Gul'dan is more cunning than I thought. He threw a lot of abandoned children along the way to ensure that he and his core members can escape smoothly."

The death knight pointed to the **** battlefield around him. He raised his head and looked at Saurfang before him. He said softly:

"You don't want to die like this either, I know, I can see it... you see, your chieftain doesn't know the news of Gul'dan's betrayal, he doesn't know yet, he has no reinforcements anymore, he is working on Attacking Lordaeron regardless of consumption, but without reinforcements, he will eventually be surrounded by the surging Union soldiers under Lordaeron..."

"Gul'dan's poison is corroding your body. I can help you get rid of it and let you survive. I can even let you go to the newspaper to let your chieftain save power and retreat in time. You can even live. long time..."

Tyrion threw out his bait, Saurfang’s eyes widened at this moment, his breathing became heavy, but he did not immediately agree, because he knew that Tyrion would not be so kind, This comes at a price!

"So, at what cost?"

Saurfang asked quietly, Tyrion smiled silently, and he spread his arms:

"What else do you have to pay for it? Saurfang, you have nothing! And my knights and I need warriors like you very much."

He stood up, moved his shoulders, looked at the orc warlord in front of him, this brave warrior who once killed him personally, in the future history will become an orc symbol of the bravery of the new tribe, he rubbed his chin, he said softly:

"You hate Gul'dan, I can smell your hatred, but coincidentally, we also have an account with him, so I let you go back to report, let you go back to protect your chief, In return, I need... you willingly give up your life and join the Dark Blade Knights!"

"Huh, it's a cruel choice."

Luminas, leaning aside, whispered, "That **** is like a devil!"

"But he did it right."

Serent closed his eyes and whispered: "Saurfang's bravery is what we need, which can also weaken the power of the tribe, kill two birds with one stone!"

"How? Promise, or not?"

Tyrion's eyes calmly looked at the orc warrior in front of him. He knew that even a warrior like Saurfang, even after death, if his soul was not willing to obey, even if he was forcibly recruited, it would be difficult to succeed.

There is no evil artifact Frostmourne in Tyrion's hands that can forcibly call all souls. He can only use this way, by oath, to pull Saurfang into his camp.

"not enough!"

Saurfang stepped back and looked at Tyrion seriously:

"This is not enough!"

"I never knew you were such a greedy orc!"

Tyrion's face darkened, and Saurfang also gave up all resistance at this moment. He took a deep breath and his eyes shone with the last struggle.

"What I paid is my life, everything I have! How can this be? I want the Dark Blade Knights to help the Chieftain retreat smoothly! I have seen what you can do on the battlefield, and it is hard for you!"

The orc warlord clenched his fists:

"As long as you agree, I will be willing to join you now!"

"Huh, really loyal..."

Tyrion shrugged noncommittally, his blue eyes blinked, and he approached Saurfang, whispering in a voice that only two people could hear:

"I will not let my brother fight for your great chief, so I think we can change the condition!"

"No! I refuse! I will accept nothing but this condition!"

"Oh? Then why don't you go by yourself?"

This sentence left Sarufar sullenly in place for a moment.

Tyrion moved his fingers for a moment, and he looked at Saurfang:

"Go and protect your chieftain yourself. Maybe you have misunderstood my request. If you hear it clearly, I will only get paid when I say it is appropriate. You can do whatever you want. Until you leave no regrets."

"You and I know exactly what kind of trouble your big chief is facing and what kind of danger he will face."

He reached out and patted Saurfang, just like an old friend he hadn't seen in years:

"I'll tell you the truth, if you don't want to be strong, if you don't want to, I can't force you to call you, if you just resurrect your body, it's meaningless. For the death knight, the soul is The most important, so I need your willingness! Do you understand?"

"You can even go back to Delano to see your wife and even leave a child or something to your family."

This relaxed condition made Saurfang difficult to understand for a while. After a while, he looked at Tyrion suspiciously:

"Aren't you afraid of my breach of contract? You should be very clear. If I want to run, you will never want to catch me again. If you lose this opportunity, you may never own it again!"

Tyrion shrugged, he snapped his fingers, and the two figures quickly appeared behind him.

"Seven, Altum, help Mr. Warlord clean up the poison in his blood, and help him prepare a Griffin..."

The death knight lord looked at Saurfang, and he pointed to the earth in the guide. He said softly:

"It depends on whether fate is favoring you as before, Saurfang, if you are lucky enough, maybe my knights and I will die in the upcoming adventure, then you will be completely free, but After all, I believe in a promise made by a warrior. You value honor more than your life. I believe you will not let it be ashamed.

He walked past Saurfang's side, and the two zombie dragons circling in the sky made an unpleasant roar, and slowly landed on the ground. Tyrion rode his own dragon, and he glanced at receiving blood purification Orc Warlord, who is also watching him.

"Tirion, now I owe you a life. When everything is over, I will honor my promise! In the name of the Saurfang family!"

"I am looking forward..."

Tyrion whispered that the next time, the zombie dragon and the white bone griffin fluttered into the sky and flew towards the hills.

Saurfang is just a small episode, just like meeting Alsace and Varian before, it is not appropriate to change everything at this moment, Tyrion has not forgotten his most important thing at the moment.

"Gul'dan, destiny has revealed your future, where can you escape?"

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