Azeroth’s Death Track

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Joeling, who was driving a frostsaber running towards the battlefield, dead eyes suddenly felt his heart twitch.

Not pain, but a panic rose in the heart of this young orc. As a talented warlock, he knew that these signs often represented something that was not very good.

He looked at the battlefield, and in the shining light, he seemed to see the illusion of his father's battle in the battlefield, which made the young people's breathing thicker.

"Awake, Jolin!"

A low voice rang around the young orc, letting Yorin recover from that cold illusion. He raised his head and looked to the old orc riding a strange nightmare beast, which was like a black warhorse. Same, but the icy flame burned on the horseshoe, leaving a scorched hoof mark along the way.

But more notable is the orc riding on the nightmare... Orgrim. Doomhammer.

A person who should have died.

The orc chieftain is wearing a black armor, shoulders decorated with evil dragon skull shoulders, carrying a gritty black warhammer on the back, and a nearly full-faced horned helmet on his head. Armor with a dark style is not the traditional style of the orcs, but with Orgrim's large and strong body, wearing this armor is even more domineering.

"Great Chief, you... are you really okay?"

Yorin couldn't help asking, and Orgrim, who was driving the nightmare to the battlefield, gave a low laugh:

"No, Jolin, I have a problem, and the problem is great... I succumbed to death, and I accepted such a cursed power, and stayed in the world of the living with a humble ghost, in order to preserve the last hope of the tribe. ...A curse, that curse over the entire orc clan, it will be lifted, just tonight."

And at the moment when Orgrim's voice fell, a dark green pillar of fire rose in the battlefield ahead. At the moment of seeing the pillar of fire, the eyes of Orgrim's helmet flashed a bit of coldness, he He stretched out his left hand and buckled it on Yorin's shoulder. At the moment of contact, the young orc felt an indescribable cold rushed down the arm into the body, making his small body and soul feel the bone. The cold.

"boom"

Jolin was thrown on the horseback behind the nightmare saddle. Orgrim said quietly:

"Hurry up!"

"Wow"

The chieftain grabbed the horse rein, and the forefoot of the nightmare beast that had been silent was raised. Between the black fires, the black horse in the armor rushed into the sky at a very fast speed as if stepping on the air, and it was extremely smooth , Just like running on the invisible earth.

"what!"

The sudden lift made the young orc exclaim, and the chieftain who was controlling the nightmare shook his head:

"Where death goes, even the sky... is also the battlefield where we gallop..."

"Hold on, children...I'm coming..."

"we are coming!"

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"Say! Answer me!"

Malonos, the destroyer's front hoof, stepped on Thrall's charred body. It was like playing a clumsy game. With a little bit of force from the front hoof, Thrall opened his mouth in pain, A bite of blood mixed with visceral fragments spewed out.

"Answer me! Do you want to kneel? Or die!"

"Saar!"

Garrosh, who was burnt with blood and flesh all over his back, grabbed Kyrrog's hot hunting stick and roared, and the staggering rushed to rescue his brother, and Dranosh was behind him. But before the two young orcs approached the abyss lord, they were flicked out of the halberd by the roaring halberd.

"Recognize your identity, mouse!"

Mannoroth scolded disdainfully:

"It's not your turn yet..."

Its eyes fell on struggling Thrall again, and its ugly inverted triangle head was full of mocking horror smiles:

"You're in pain, right, orc? You don't want to kneel down at me? It doesn't matter... I'm a big person."

Talking, Mannoroth took a step back. His thick claws held his sharp two-headed war spear, and pointed the sharp spear point at Thrall in front of him.

"Then die, reptile! You only deserve to be crushed to death!"

At the moment when the destroyer's war spear screamed, a black figure fell from the sky. In the low roar, Orgrim held the hammer in both hands and accumulated his full strength. The cold power given by death layer by layer Wrapped around the Warhammer, making it extremely thick, and between the waves, even brought a trace of a cold storm that penetrated into the bone marrow.

"Take your dirty hands... away!"

"boom"

The dark warhammer smashed **** the top of Mannoroth's head, and death and evil energy collided, causing the destroyer to make a weird scream, its head hit the ground by the great force, and its front hoof stepped on Where the earth is bursting, it can be seen that the blow is full of brute force, and the destroyer’s small half of his head is frozen, but the destroyer is not willing to admit defeat like this. Under the pressure of that great force, it Crazy with a spear to support the body, so that he will not fall to the ground.

"Wow"

The black figure disappeared in a flash, and when the spoiler raised his head again, the brave bone plate on his head like a crown had been smashed by a quarter, and it looked rather embarrassed, and in the vicious eyes As he watched, Orgrim was putting Thrall in his arms on the ground behind him. The old orc, with heavy armor all over his body staring at the destroyer in front of him, said in a low voice:

"After you colluded with Gul'dan to distribute the curse of the demon blood to the orc soul, I have been looking for you for a long time, demon...Today, I finally found you, and the only thing I regret is... I am afraid I cannot The identity of a pure orc kills you here..."

"Really sorry..."

"boom"

The heavy halberd in the hands of the destroyer hit the ground fiercely. In the earthquake-like shock, it took a step forward, and the fire of the evil energy burning in his eyes was so burst:

"Ah, here is the one who can finally fight? Do you know how bored I am tonight?"

"Come on! Fight... I don't know what the idiot is!"

Facing the violent invitation of the destroyers, Orgrim did not step forward immediately. Instead, he looked at the sky as if he was waiting for something. He did not look at Mannoroth. He said softly:

"Wait a minute, the fun of this battle of vengeance should not be enjoyed by me alone, Maronus the Destroyer, tonight... a lot of "old friends" will come and play with you...until you play" As much as you like."

"Click"

Under the night, the sky of Mount Hyjal was like glass shattered by a certain force. At this moment, there were endless cracks in the sky, reflecting the blue and purple light, just like another world and this world. The channel is generally open.

"Wow"

Carrying a blood-roared battle axe entangled in black fire, Grom, wearing a clan-style black battle armor, took a step from the sky and fell like a meteor into the battlefield below. I don’t know where it came from. The Warsong Chief who had received the power of death landed on his feet with his feet. In the shock of the ground, he raised his head, and his black eyes stared at the destroyer like the evil volcano in front of him:

"On the throne of Kil'jaeden, I was the first orc chief who drank the blood of the demon, but tonight, I am honored to personally solve this disaster caused by me."

"boom"

The tomahawk blood roar covered in black flames was held by Grom in his hand, he said in a deep voice:

"It's time to calculate the old account, Mannoroth, me, Gromarsh. Hellscream, I come on behalf of the countless injustices of the Warsong clan destroyed by you!"

"Is it just you two?"

Mannoroth felt the power of Orgrim, who was dead and dead, from the previous blow. It is not as good as it is, so even if the two guys are added together, it is not impossible to deal with, but it may need to pay a little...small Small price.

But how could the abyss lord madly eager to destroy and fight retreat before the battle?

Its huge dragon-like body took a step forward, the burning fierce energy wrapped it up, and its low voice sounded on the battlefield:

"I remember clearly in that sad little world, how did you mice share my blood... So, there were so many mice at that time, who dared to stand in front of me now, are you only two? This is you Orc's courage? Bah!"

"Sorry, I'm late..."

Just as the voice of Marronus fell, a hoarse voice rang behind it, and the spoiler turned his head and saw that the only burned Calgas. Bladefist also climbed from the ground. Up, a black flame covered his body as quickly as a flame, and burned out again at the next moment. It stayed in place and became a black leather armor with a skull mask and both hands changed. Became the orc of a black-fire fist blade.

The sound of Calgas' urn came from under the skull faceplate:

"I, Kargas Bladefist, I returned from death on behalf of the Shattered Hand clan, just tonight's trial!"

"And me... ah, it hurts!"

Chief Fenris, who was burned alive to protect the three young men, also moved his shoulders and stood up from the place where he died. Like Kargas, the black flame reshaped him in extreme time. The body, and gave him a new and grim image.

Like a death hunter, the chain armor decorated with skulls, and the helmet like the black spider, and the war spear carried behind him, he moved his hands, and the sharp black metal claws pricked from his fist. Out, under the reflection of the black fire, a fatal frost was reflected in Fenris' eyes.

"In my name, the Thunder King clan will participate in the trial tonight... Mannoroth, the destroyer... in the name of Draenor..."

"Sentence you... death penalty!"

Kilrogg moved his neck with his dead eyes and finished what Fenris had not said. Obviously, the old chief of the Blood Ring clan, like his brother, accepted the gift of death. His armor was compared to Orgrim. , It looks even thinner, but the decoration on the black armor shows Kilrogg's ardent pursuit of death.

After completing the dead-eye ceremony, everyone in the dead-eye family can see the illusion of death, which is itself an orc bloodline pursuing death, and now he embraces death and draws new power from it.

Kilrogg reached out to Garrosh, who was half kneeling on the ground, and the latter handed him the hunting stick belonging to Kilrogg, and the moment the hunting stick returned to the owner, the black flame entangled in This hunting stick makes it more fierce and more deadly.

"Blood Ring Clan... Join this trial! We have waited for too long..."

"Wow"

A gate filled with the power of death opened on the battlefield, with black cloth in his eyes, wearing a black robe, holding a skull warhammer in one hand, and Drek'tar from the death sage holding a pale psychic lamp. The death mist slowly came out. This severely wounded shaman, who was supposed to be waiting for death in the ruins of Azshara, also seemed to have signed a contract with some existence.

He "looked" at the unconscious Thrall, and he sighed a long time. This always wise shaman, the elder who introduced Thrall to the way of the Shaman, swept the fallen leaves with a kind of sullen wind. The voice said:

"Frostwolf clan... here! Trial... continue!"

Six death chiefs representing different clans surrounded Malonos, the destroyer who had ceased to speak out, and the scorching temperature before this battlefield had become extremely cold because of the gathering of death forces, even the earth There was a layer of frost and snow, and just before the last battle started, a seemingly cold wind blew across the battlefield. At the moment when the cold wind added, everyone appeared a shadow similar to a ghost. The same voice.

"The Shadowmoon clan...Ner'zhul...join the trial!"

At the moment this voice appeared, Tyrande, the moon priest who had just seriously injured the demon assassin Akali, suddenly raised her head, and she could feel that a terrible spirit appeared in a way of volition incarnation. On this battlefield, even her, felt trembling because of the pervasive death of the spirit.

For others on the battlefield, a dark fog has completely covered this area, and no one can see what happened in the fog.

"In the name of Draenor Orc Civilization... Brothers, the curse of the Demon Blood will end tonight, the orcs will be truly free...just tonight..."

"The source of all evil, at the beginning of the disaster, it is right in front of you... Come on, brothers, because of the sins it has committed in the past... tear it apart!"

The destroyer Malonos raised his head if he felt the moment when the last battle of life started. This ugly and terrible demon has already felt it. Tonight it is looting. Who is it, who dominates all this?

And just as it raised its head, it saw...all this, behind the scenes.

Lord Lord Tyrion sat in the throne where the power of death gathered. Above the night sky, he tilted his legs very relaxed and leaned on the back of the throne. His left hand was placed on the armrest and his fingers were gently tapped. Ang Bing's blue eyes looked at the destroyer underneath, a calm and indifferent look in his eyes, like a **** looking down on the earth.

He threw the wine glass filled with fine wine in his right hand to the ground at random, just like a corpse farewell.

"boom"

The wine glass filled with fine wine shattered at this moment, and the low voice was like the last evening bell... ringing.

"Mannoroth, spoiler..."

"good night..."

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