Azeroth’s Death Track

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Sky floating island Dalaran.

This is the last site of the former Dalaran city-state, only one-third as big as the former Dalaran, but when Tyrion bombarded the northern mainland with the eyes of Sargeras, this floating island The ruins of Laran are detached, and under the radiation of a huge amount of fel magic power, like a piece of raw material, they are given special magic properties.

It is suspended in the sky and can resist the gravity of the earth. Of course, the warlocks who initially controlled it did not make a large-scale transformation of it until the wizards of Kirin Tor returned to this floating island, in the form of reorganizing the council, and the black The warlocks of the sickle council shared this island suspended in the sky.

The Violet Council currently consists of 3 Archmage and 3 Archmage, representing the two major factions of Dalaran, classical orthodox mages, and deviant warlocks, of course, the only one such as the Black Scythe Council has been officially The identified warlock organization is definitely impossible for bad people, they have a complete set of methods for selecting members.

As the only ray of light that was once regarded as a sewer profession like a street mouse, the Black Scythe Council receives hundreds of self-recommended letters of recommendation every day. Poor warlocks all over the world are eager to join the Black Scythe Council and eager to walk brightly. On the land of the empire, only those most talented and willing to accept compulsory discipline are likely to step into this warlock holy land.

In this respect, the Black Scythe Warlock Kel'Thuzad has fulfilled his commitment to the original warlocks, and he has opened a new world for the warlocks.

At this time, the Kel'Thuzad Grand Warlock, who had created an era, was enjoying his lunch.

It was a delicate and expensive long wooden table with more than 50 plates of various dishes on it, with various flavors, almost covering all the civilized dishes of Azeroth, just like a big feast In the cup near the table, there are more than a dozen kinds of drinks with different tastes. Of course, these things cannot be eaten by one person, and even a warlock cannot eat everything.

Obviously, the Kel'Thuzad Warlock is entertaining his "guest", or family.

"Look, the ribs of the best thunder lizard in the Barrens, cooked by the best chefs, believe me, my little baby, just take a bite...be good."

Master Kel'Thuzad, who has always appeared in a cold and harsh style, is wearing a white napkin at this moment, just like a father feeding a child. He holds a plate of red steaks in his hand. The special scent is enough to make Anyone salivated, and on the table in front of Master Kel'Thuzad, Mr. Bigworth squatted half there, and he sniffed the meat on Kel'Thuzad's plate, and the black-and-white face showed a touch of humanity Disgust.

"Ah, don't you like this taste?"

The warlock immediately put the meat in his hands on the table, and attentively picked up another plate, on which was placed a fresh silver scale fish, not to mention the taste, just to display the plate, just like a work of art.

Kel'Thuzad placed the fish in front of the kitten. This time, he seemed to have chosen the right one. Mr. Kel'Thuzad, who was cold, seemed interested in the fish. He sniffed the fish, then raised his head and looked at one. With a smiling face, Kel'Thuzad made a soft tweet:

"Meow~"

It rubbed his face against Kel'Thuzad's face, then bowed his head and started enjoying his lunch.

"Ah, so good, my baby, so good."

The warlock gently stroked Mr. Bigworth’s hair. His green eyes had appeared in his pupils, and his eyes were full of tenderness, which Kel'Thuzad had never shown in the past few years. Feelings, obviously, the return of his cat has filled the greatest regret in the heart of the grand warlock, making him change from a crazy mad warlock pursuing the power of the demon, back to the original master wizard who did not ask the world.

The cat that has been with him since childhood is the best treasure in his life. For it, Kel'Thuzad is even willing to be hostile to the whole world.

"Meow~"

"Oh, you said you have a wife and a child? Awesome, Mr. Biggworth is awesome, no lady cat can escape your charm, right? Hahahaha, when will They brought me over to show me."

"Meow~"

"Is it after a while? Well, it seems that I will prepare some gifts for your family in advance. The silver barracuda in the storm bay of Azshara heard good, alas, unfortunately Mr. Nat Pag went out to travel Otherwise you can eat the most delicious fish in the world today."

"Meow~"

"Do you miss me? Ah, my heart will melt... My baby, I miss you too. It's been like a year without you, but fortunately, fortunately, that crazy man Ryan sent you back. Seriously, I intend to put the evil spirit beacon in his dark temple, and then take my subordinate subordinates and lead a group of lunatic demons to attack him."

One person and one cat in this big room, you talked to me one by one, it was fun, and although the scene was a bit weird, but also warm enough.

At this moment, the sound of opening the door rang behind the Warlock, and his subordinate Kanrisad pushed the door open, and whispered to Kel'Thuzad:

"Boss, about the relationship between the Black Scythe Council and the Dark Blade, we discussed a rough idea, need you..."

"roll!"

Kel'Thuzad threw a dish full of vegetables without looking back. Between the splashes of juice, Kanrisad lowered his head violently, and the dish shattered on the gate beside him.

"You decide these little things yourself, clueless bastards, don't bother me and my little cute chat!"

"Go! Otherwise... kill you!"

"boom"

The open door slammed shut behind him, and the atmosphere in the room became quiet again. There was still a trace of anger in Kel'Thuzad's eyes. Obviously, this was not simply a matter of borrowing. There was something else behind this anger.

The warlocks are a group of cunning and vicious bastards. They do not have the concept of gratitude in their minds at all. The foulness between the entire Black Scythe Council has already made Kel'Thuzad very dissatisfied. He simply picked the pick and let those jump up and down. Free to play.

But when the Warlock turned his head, his face was full of smiles again. He patted Mr. Bigworth's head gently and said to the kitten:

"Ignore them, a group of incompetent waste, we will go to Azshara when we are full, I will go fishing for a few fish, and give you dinner in the evening, it is to celebrate your home.

"Meow~"

Mr. Bigworth extended his paw and hooked Kel'Thuzad's robe, which made the warlock lower his head and looked at his cat:

"You brought me a gift? Really?"

"Snapped"

The light of the space magic flashed away, and three purple, narrow, irregularly shaped soul stones appeared in front of Kel'Thuzad's eyes, and the magical energy emitted from them caused the warlock to narrow his eyes, and he sat On the chair, take the biggest piece of the soul stone, and put it in your ear. Next moment, a painful hissing sounded in the soul of the Warlock:

"I am the king of Eredar! I am a powerful Galaxus! Everything becomes ashes! Everything is extinct! This world... is destined to be destroyed!!"

The vibration of the soul made Kel'Thuzad's body sway with a trace of shaking magic, and also made the eyes of the Warlock shine:

"The soul of a big devil... Tyrion's shot is really generous."

He put the soul stone in his hand on the table as a contract demon to obtain a powerful magician. The three very high-quality soul stones in front of Kel'Thuzad looked like an open treasure.

His fingers were stroking on the soul, and his squinted eyes were full of deliberate thinking. After a while, the Warlock lowered his head and looked at his cat. He asked softly:

"So, what does he want me to do?"

"Meow~Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow~"

"Huh? Well... it sounds very challenging."

The Warlock leaned on the chair. He extended his fingers and rubbed his forehead. He said softly:

"But to be honest, it's not impossible...but he may have to wait a long time. After all, before this thing, only the night elves have some clues and inheritance. It depends on us to restore it in reverse. It is estimated that it will take a year or two. There will be a little bit of results."

Kel'Thuzad opened his eyes and looked down at his cat. A smile appeared in his eyes, and he patted Mr. Bigworth's head with his hand:

"But for my little cute sake, this job, I took it!"

"Meow~"

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The southernmost moonlight woodland in Kalimdor, this is the holy place for the Druids, it is only one mountain away from the night elf holy mountain Mount Hyjal, and as far away as the broken archipelago of Valshara, in this secluded Between the mountains and forests, the druids used natural magic to try to create another emerald dream in this world.

And on the edge of the moonlight woodland, there is an endless stream of giant beasts. Once there were many powerful druids sleeping here and feeling the secrets of nature, but now, the army of demons is displayed very far from Mount Hyjal Between the nearby Felwood Forest and Ashenvale, the war between elves and demons has been protracted.

A few months ago, the elves had an absolute advantage. With the help of the natural demigods, they even defeated the demon all the way and burst into the devil’s last bastion, the Shadow Fort in the middle of the Felwood Forest, but this is the place In October, the space barrier of Azeroth and Marton Star was penetrated again. More demons roared into the Shadow Castle, and they were supplemented by enough troops. The demons beat the night elf army all the way. Went out.

At present, the two sides are still deadlocked...

The night elves didn’t ask Kalimdor’s other civilizations for help. As overlords who had ruled the continent for 10,000 years, they had the ability to solve their own problems, but seriously, if the night elf leaders could not make a real determination If you pay a lot of sacrifices to smash the Huanglong and destroy the portal of the Legion inside Shadow Castle, there will still be a fight in this war.

"Om"

The halo of space magic lights up in the moonlight woodland. This portal appears very close to the Moon God Lake. Under the silver gauze that will never disperse in the moonlight woodland, this vast lake is beautiful. Just like the picture of the dream.

But unfortunately, the group of people who walked out of the portal did not have the idea of ​​enjoying this beautiful scenery, nor did they have that time...

"Will the Druids of the Cenarion Circle really support us? Elder Blackhorn, after all, we haven't been in contact for thousands of years."

A tall figure whispered that she was wearing armor made of steel, carrying a simple eagle head totem painted with various colors on her back, and having red war marks on her brown cheeks and nose, of course, the most striking. It's her eyes, that's a pair of smart eyes, especially when paired with her tall body, it always gives a special feeling.

This is Mela Gaoling, the only daughter of Ulan. Gaoling, the chieftain of the Highland Tauren tribe. If there is no accident, she will also become the next chieftain of Highland. But now, Ulan. Gaoling is in the devil. Was seriously injured in the attack, almost dying, and even more terrible, the demons took the inheritance of the Highmountain, the hammer of Kazgros, the pillar of creation, and this fiasco caused the entire Highmountain to be in chaos. stand up.

The blood totem clan raised the flag of rebellion. The bloodthirsty Turuk demanded Ulan abdicate. The warlike tauren chief asked Ulan to marry his daughter, Mela, to his son, and then by The Blood Totem took over the dominance of Gaoling and fought a counterattack against the demon.

Drogbar, who had originally stood with the Tauren of the Highmountain, also dismissed the ancient covenant, and their leader Gudar was ambitious to rule the entire Highmountain.

Seeing that a great melee is about to appear in Highmountain, and the demons are still staring at each other, this makes the seriously wounded chieftain Ulan Gaoling have to send his daughter to seek help from allies 10,000 years ago.

Yes... ten thousand years ago, the Kadore night elves who had fought with the common ancestor of all Taurens throughout the Highmountain, Huon Kaolin, and resisted the invasion of the Burning Legion, that is the Highmountain Bullhead The only ally one can find.

"Relax, Mela."

Standing next to the daughter of the chieftain is the elder who is most trusted by the chieftain of Ulan, the black horn. This old tauren who always carried a lamp said gently:

"According to the last words left by Huon Kaolin, he had an agreement with the demigods of the Druids, the two races watched and helped each other, and the night elves were real long-lived species, and their attitude towards the covenant was very serious. , They will help us."

Mela nodded, but the young chieftain's daughter didn't find that behind her, there was a hint of consternation in the eyes of the always steady black-horned elder. He looked back frequently to the sky in the south, and he seemed to feel it. ..

That shouldn't exist, it can't exist, but it really exists, the breath of the clan...

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