Azeroth’s Death Track

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Countess Presto, who watched the black horn leave and stood aside, looked at her father's back, and she suddenly asked:

"Do the demons really give you freedom?"

"No."

Nesario moved his fingers, he said to his daughter calmly:

"They gave me a new shackle."

"boom"

The dark green fiery fire rose from the foot of Nesario, drowning this elegant middle-aged man little by little, and in the flame curtain, he turned his head and looked at himself with those black eyes 'S daughter, he smiled a little, but he didn't seem to be friendly, but instead unexpectedly cold:

"Unfortunately, if it's just a fraudster, that arrogant guy can't control me... I'm trapped in a higher power, Onyxia, just when I never came back, continue to do what you should do... .But, my daughter..."

"I won't hurt you anymore..."

"Uh"

The scorching fierce fire quietly dissipated at this moment, together with the figure of Nessario, looking at the source of his blood, his father disappeared in the flames, and the black dragon princess touched herself coldly. The back of her hand, until now, she still trance thought that this is just a dream.

But not!

The Countess Caterina put her fingers in her heart, she could feel her heartbeat, and the blood of the black dragon flowing in the blood vessels of the perfect body, which became pure blood again.

All the black dragons born after the battle of the ancients were endowed with the bloodline of the chaotic void due to the fall of the death wings, which made the whole black dragon family mad, but the source of the fall was the madness of the death wings , That is not an incurable blood vein hidden disease, in fact, at this moment, when Nesario himself awakened from the madness endowed by the ancient god, the void chaos remaining in the blood of the black dragon is also quickly dissipate.

As the most direct bloodline of the Black Dragon King, the depraved breath in the bloodline of the Countess Katarina has completely disappeared...the hungry and mad call in her heart is silent, she knows...

She is free, completely free from body to soul...

And this freedom was brought back by her most fearful father...

Even if Nesario repeatedly emphasized that he would not hurt his own kin again, but under the ten thousand years of prestige, she dare not really believe these words, but it does not matter, time... time will finally prove the promises Pseudo.

For the current Black Dragon Princess, the best thing is that she has another option besides Nesario who returns from the stars.

The Countess Catalina stepped forward, she threw her body into the soft sofa, she leaned there leaning, poured herself a glass of cold wine, and put the red liquid in front of her eyes, watching The light above her head reflected the rainbow-like halo reflected in the refraction of the wine and glass, and her eyes seemed to be attracted by the halo.

And at the moment of drinking this glass of wine, the magnificent countess murmured:

"When things don't work... will you help me?"

"My Tyrion...Uncle..."

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A large orc fleet is preparing to sail on the pier in Fistside Bay, northeast of Orgrimmar, the city of orcs.

After the development of Kalimdor for nearly ten years, the orcs also have their own fleets. Of course, this fleet cannot be compared with the invincible fleet of Kul Tiras alone in terms of the number of ships and the combat effectiveness. It is said that it is against even the armored warships of the Goblin Consortium against the current Dark Edge Dead Sea Fleet.

Rather than being a strategic fleet, it is better to say that it is a troop carrier for the orc infantry. Of course, the orc leaders also know the true level of their navy, so they never wanted this fleet to compete with other opponents on the sea. More often, this fleet is responsible for transportation and **** tasks. For example, now the Tauren Legion from Mulgore is boarding the battleship. They will sail all the way to the northeast and reach the highest of the Broken Islands within 7 days. Ridge Coast.

This was one of the reinforcements found in Kalimdor by the Tauren of the Gaoling tribe in Highmountain.

Another support army, the night elves' troops stationed in Silithus, will be transported by the elven fleet of Hazuki Fortress.

"Bain, fight against demons, you have to be careful."

On the pier in Fist Blades Bay, several young people who came to see them away were talking. Thrall, wearing a shaman robe, said solemnly to the tall Tauren Bain in front of him:

"Those miscellaneous pieces are very cunning and easy to fight. They generally have a quantitative advantage, so don't take risks when you are on the battlefield, let alone try to be a hero! Safe return is more important than anything.

"We know you are going to help your girlfriend on this trip, but you have to remember!"

Garrosh, with his arms on his back, also helped:

"Only if you are alive can you marry that Mela. Once you die, nothing will happen. This time, we will not help you on the battlefield. You must protect yourself."

"If you can't beat it, don't take care of your face."

Indifferent Dranosh handed Bain his cherished black source tomahawk, and he said to Bain:

"Run if you can, if you can't run... just gritt your teeth and kill those bastards! If you can't come back, we will definitely help you get revenge! Hold it, Bain, I hope it can be on the battlefield Protect you."

Bain looked at the battle axe handed over by Dranosh, and he shook his head, and said violently:

"I can't take this, this is left to you by your father."

"Hold!"

Dranosh put the black battle axe into Bain's hand, and he patted the tauren's sturdy arm:

"From the current situation, you need it more than me, and after you come back, you will give it back to me... bastard, be sure to come back alive!"

"Ok"

Bain took the battle axe silently and carried the battle axe behind him. He looked at some of his orcish brothers. He laughed and said:

"Don't worry, I have never lost the battle I have fought."

"You go first, and a few of us will continue to persuade the Chief Chief. If things go well, when the blood ring clan of Azshara is withdrawn, we will be able to separate a legion to the High Mountain to support you."

The orc warlock Yorin, who hasn’t seen for a long time, looked around with his dead eyes. Under the cold wind on the coast, he couldn’t help but tighten his clothes. The orc warlock had a black eye mask on his left eye, which was blood The tradition of the ring clan shows that the young Yorin has passed the test of the blood ring chief’s dead eye. He sacrificed his left eye in exchange for some predictions about the future.

This also shows that Jorin has been recognized by the Blood Ring Clan, and in the future he will take over his father's hunting stick and become the Chief of the Blood Ring Clan.

Yolin whispered to Bain:

"This is confidential, but you only need to persist for 1-2 months... as long as we wipe out the evil blood orcs entrenched in Ashenvale and Azshara, we have a great deal of confidence to convince the chieftain, after all, the tauren It has become a real member of the tribe. Your strength means the strength of the tribe. I believe that the chieftain will not sit back and watch you fighting alone in the High Mountain."

"Hold on! Do you understand? Bain."

Thrall also nodded and said to the tauren:

"No matter what others say, no matter what they force you to do, be sure to keep your head clear, don't be misled by others, play defensive battles, persevere, we will soon go to help! Woking is also trying to convince his father, He doesn’t want you to go to the battlefield alone, anyway, wait for us to pass! Do you know?

"I see."

Bain flicked his tail. Behind him, the navigation bell of the Orc Fleet had sounded, indicating that the sailing time had arrived. Baine finally hugged tightly with several brothers, and then stepped on the ship board and boarded the battleship. The moment the orc-style mahogany ship slowly sailed away from the coast, Garrosh was standing on the stone at the pier. He waved towards Baine constantly and shouted:

"Wait for us to win the war! Bain, wait for us!"

"I know!"

Young people say goodbye to each other in this way. In this terrible era, the flames are rising. Every time the young people step on the battlefield, it means life and death parting, life is not a legend, and heroes will not escape death time and time again. There is no protagonist in life, and anyone can die unexpectedly on the battlefield.

Life is more difficult than story...more difficult.

And when Thrall and his party bid farewell to Bain, they did not know that, among their followers, there was a guy who did not belong to Orgrimmar City, who wrote down all the words they and Bain said. In my heart.

They do not know that the devil's minions are not only present on the battlefield of the distant broken islands.

The devil has always been by their side.

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In Orgrimmar City of the Orcs, there is a place similar to the slums of the human city. The orcs call it the “dark alley area”, which is a place where three **** and ninth-class gangsters gather, there are thieves There are small killers, murderers, and some gang members in the orc city, which are also the home base of orc warlocks who worship devil.

Of course, in the current situation, most of the orc warlocks dare not resist the rule of the chieftain who has been completely and firmly ruled. Under the attention of Chief Orgrim, the orc warlocks stay in peace in this city Occasionally, some warlocks will be called by the orc army, but most of the time, they will hide in the big rift valley below the dark alley area, tinkering with dark things that are not seen by others.

In the deepest part of the Great Rift Valley, there is a place known as the Raging Flame Rift. It is a very active underground rift, located below the entire city, probably because of crustal activity, there are many from the underground The scorching hot magma caused the environment in that ghost place to be very bad, and even a careless warlock can hardly survive in that place.

But because of the bad environment, many drosses who rebelled against the rule of Chief Orgrim were hiding there. They called themselves Fireblade Warlocks, a group of lunatics who adored the Burning Legion and wanted to destroy this orc city. They, their leader, is a low-level demon lord, the hungry Taragarman, who is good at concealment. They have been entrenched here since the orc built the city, and they have not been completely eliminated until now.

But recently, this ghost place has a new leader, a mysterious woman, to be precise, a mysterious female demon.

"Om"

On the Altar of Molten Fire in the deepest part of Rage of Flames, with the insertion of a soul stone, a weird demon communicator was opened, and in the wave of light and shadow, the slightly distorted voice of the fraudster was lava here Sounded in the illuminated room:

"My Akali, I don't remember that I gave you permission to contact me voluntarily..."

"Powerful fraudster..."

The tall and hot Eredar female demon in red leather armor knelt down on the ground, she replied softly:

"I have an important news to report to you. The battle in the Broken Isles is about to appear. The orcish tribe of Kalimdor is already preparing for the military intervention in the Legion’s operation to collect the Pillar of Creation, the first batch to support Bloodhoof in Highmountain The Tauren army had already departed early this morning. It was 7,000 powerful warriors who had been replaced with engineering weapons. As far as I know, there was also an expeditionary army joining the elves."

"Dear Kil'jaeden, it seems that the stupid dreadlords have leaked some news that the conspiracy of the legion has been discovered..."

The evil eyes of the demon female assassin flashed a malicious light, and she continued to use the real and false information to render the bad war situation:

"Once Kalimdor's tribal forces have completed the army, then relying on those incompetent Nasrezm, is destined not to find the pillar of creation for the dark Titan, my king of Eredar, why do you still Do you want to continue to rely on those incompetent idiots? Give me this task, Lord Kil'jaeden, I have never let you down...I will not let you down this time!"

Hearing the return of the Legion's elite demon assassin Akali, the fraudsters who were far from the stars were silent for a moment.

As the most cunning king of Eredar, Kil'jaeden knew exactly what the ambitious Eredar demon lords wanted under his command, and all Lord Eredes including Akali were unwilling to be lonely. , Especially after Archimonde's death, the vacant supremacy made them bark like barking dogs who smelled the aroma of bones.

This kind of action to prove his necessity has already made Kil'jaeden tireless, especially after receiving the news of King Galaxus's fiasco at the Broken Beach, the fraudsters are fighting internally and ambitiously, The patience of Eredar lords, who jumped up and down but had insufficient ability, had reached the limit.

But it doesn't reprimand them... it's not that boring yet...

"Okay, Akali, I know you want to prove your ability, and I know you want to use a hearty victory to prove that you deserve the place where Archimonde used to be...but I can’t just Sending you to collect the Pillar of Creation in the Broken Isles is the order the Dark Titan personally gave to the dreadlords. However, if you really want to worry about King Sargeras, there is just a job for you."

The fraudster's voice became deeper:

"Go to Shadowcastle, find Malonos and the cunning Bernholler, and tell them two, I don’t want elves and orcs to interfere with the battlefields of the Broken Isles, you three have to come up with some ways... The hidden troubles with the elves are completely resolved..."

"As long as you do well enough, Akali, I will give you the power you want... As everyone knows, I am a generous person."

"Go! Let me see, your ability..."

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