Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the sky of Mount Hyjal, there were icy snowflakes falling, and the extreme concentration of the power of death made all the heavens and earth dead.

No matter how noisy, no matter how hot the flames are, the cold is about to shake, especially in this ice coffin that has been completely sealed, even though the destroyer Mannoroth has put away the last trace of power in the body, he still cannot defeat in the face of death. .

Its huge body was covered with pale frost, like an ancient mammoth that had been frozen, its broken back, its torn wings, its claws clawed, its torn chest, All this represents the end of the abyssal lord’s twisted life. The green sticky blood exudes some disgusting breath, but before it flows out of the wound, it is frozen again, like a crash. The same as the green gem of the earth.

Until the last moment of life, Malonos was stubborn in a standard devil posture, and its left claw was holding the heavy halberd, just like a lance with a charge, the next moment Stabbing that horrible weapon into the enemy's chest, completely destroying the enemy.

Unfortunately, it doesn't have that chance anymore.

At the top of Malornos' Vicious Halberd, a ray of evil energy still gleamed faintly, and in the front of its huge body, it could be seen in the crack of the torn heartguard A completely frozen heart is like a solid shield.

This huge headless corpse is like a monument of war, representing the complete end of a disaster covering the entire civilization, the evil curse enveloped in the orc's body, that constantly tortures the orc soul, let them a little The disease that has become weak, the cancer that spread in the age of the old tribe, is finally free today.

Everything originated from the destroyer Malonos. In the world of Draenor more than 30 years ago, on the throne of Kil'jaeden on the Hellfire Peninsula, the traitor Gul'dan seduced the militant orc chieftains to drink a cup of magic Blood, those thick and unknown fluids stimulated the greater potential of the orcs’ bodies, gave them more violent power, and then poured the will of destruction into the orc’s soul through the blood of the flowing body.

Driven by the agitated desire to destroy in the heart, the orcs became slaughterers controlled by the demons, the wreckers of the dead world, they planned and premeditated attacks and slaughtered the virtue of peaceful coexistence. In the civilization of Lenny, hundreds of thousands of stars in exile died under the knife of a violent orc, which was Kil'jaeden's punishment for the "bretrayal" of his former brother Velen, and since then, the orcs have become frauds. The sharpest sword in the hands of the author.

The violent orcs destroyed their own world, made that world barren and dead, and then entered Azeroth with the help of the dark Titan, and forced human civilization to the edge of the cliff in 8 years, if not Gul'dan abandoned the orcs and embarked on his own destiny. I am afraid that human civilization could not sustain the arrival of the dark blade.

This is a disaster, a disaster that spans two worlds, several civilizations, and lasts for nearly 50 years... Even if the blood of the orcs has dried up, the body transformed by evil energy is still instinctive. The desire for fallen power, the torture of emptiness, makes the orcs weak, and what is more terrible is the devastation of the orc's will by the evil blood.

When 70% of the adults of a race are contaminated with some kind of drug addiction that is difficult to get rid of, this race cannot be hopeful...

But now, the real root of the blood, the culprit who once polluted the entire orc civilization with his own blood has died, and the source of the depravity has completely disappeared at this moment.

"Ah, fallen souls, they are always here..."

The lord who was sitting on the dark sky was playing with a group of souls gathering evil energy. In the touch of his finger, the powerful soul was constantly trying to fight back, but in this was completely shrouded by the power of the dead world. On the battlefield, it can't go anywhere.

"You will breed a good war machine for me, Mannoroth."

Tyrion put the group of souls in front of him. The ice blue eyes of the high lord looked at the stubborn war soul in front of him. He smiled and whispered:

"Your fighting skills, your war experience, your desire and love for war instincts will make you a good...food, yes...food."

"The first demigod of death in the realm of death, my loyal servant Al Zeus will thrive because of your "selfless dedication"..."

The lord’s fingers brushed through the icy air, and a young soul herd appeared in his arms. This young soul gleamed with a faint blue light, and it was a bit dazed in the starry light. Opening his eyes, it looked at Tyrion, then uttered a joyous tweet, and rubbed his head intimately on Tyrion's arm and rubbed it.

The little guy tilted his head and began to look at the soul that shone with evil energy in Tyrion's hands. It seemed to smell the smell of food. It screamed cheerfully, and then it was about to lick the soul, but it was Tyrion pressed his head to stop it.

"It's a dangerous thing covered with venom, my little cute Al Zeus... I have to "wash" it before you can start enjoying it."

"Recovery"

The soul shepherd, who has begun to absorb the power of death in the wilderness of the Dead Realm, cleverly sticks out his tongue and licks Tyrion’s finger. Although it has just been born, it already has extremely high wisdom. It knows that Al Zeus It is its name, and it seems that it likes it very much.

The high lord sat on the throne, stroking the head of the soul shepherd. He lowered his head and watched the six orc chiefs hugging the dead on the battlefield. His figure slowly disappeared into the wind of the spirit world of the dead world. The moment he disappeared, his voice also sounded in the hearts of the six chiefs and prophets.

"Farewell to them, my warriors. When the dawn comes, the world of death will truly open the door for you... What you will join is a protracted war, a war that takes place outside the world War, I hope you can really be prepared."

"But I'm concerned, and then step on the battlefield."

"As for you, my old friend Ner'zhul, you can easily come out, don't rush back, come sit in my hell."

"Wow"

The icy storm shrouded in this frost battlefield was like a kind of response, and the next moment, the cold storm disappeared.

The war song chief Grom, who dragged the giant head of Malonos, looked back. In the dark night sky, the light of the North Star had dimmed, and dawn was coming, leaving them with these dead ghosts. The time was running out. .

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"Send these hindering elves to the back!"

In the woodlands outside the town of Astrana in Ashenvale, Orc Warlord Brocks Saurfang cut off the head of Warlord Naga with a knife, and this old orc who fought for hours He kicked the headless corpse out into the distance. He leaned on the green **** battle axe and shouted to the orc soldiers around him:

"Don't let them interfere with our attack!"

"Shut up! Orcs!"

Waving the sword on the other side, with a clawed wolf and white tiger, drove the fierce Naga out of the elven general Ryan. The wolf walker turned his head and shouted:

"It's you who really should go! This is the battlefield of Cadore!"

"Then restrain your soldiers!"

Bullock reluctantly retorted:

"The guys with thin arms and thin legs don't come to learn warriors charge, just stay behind and shoot archery is what you should do!"

This undisguised contempt made General Ryan gritt her teeth, but when she looked back at the battlefield, she found that the orc warlord's anger had a reason.

The elf guards guarding Astrana followed the source of the orc army to charge, but the exhausted elf guards did not have the advantage of facing the tall, powerful Naga thugs, and could not be as positive as the orcs. Blocking Naga's counterattack was originally a neat front, because the elves' guards' retreat would cause uneven levels on the front.

Such a charge not only limited the orc warrior's performance, but also allowed the Naga to find a counterattack. These sly soft skin snakes picked the elves guarding the defense line to break through, only need to repel the elves, they will be exposed to The orcs outside the front surrounded them.

"Astrana Corps! Hold your ground and defend your enemies with bows and arrows!"

Ryan Wolfrunner was also a veteran who had participated in the battle of the ancients. After seeing the embarrassment of the elf guards, she immediately issued a new order. For a time, the elves on the front line immediately retreated and pulled out the war bow behind them. On the front line they vacated, the orc warriors lined up sideways, holding heavy weapons such as battle axes or warhammers, like the walls of the city, they blocked the impact of the Naga.

Behind the orc wall, the elves started to shoot waves with bows and arrows. Those sharp arrows screamed and fell from the sky, piercing the soft Naga with kinetic energy, and they were as fast as a snake. Great suppression.

"That's right."

Brocks laughed with satisfaction. He grabbed the battle axe, took his guard soldiers, and began the slaughter again on the flanks of the Naga position, while the Ryan Wolfwalker who was responsible for guarding the Astranna position. The general took advantage of this opportunity to exit the battlefield... not that the veteran was afraid of fighting, but that she really needed a good rest.

Before the arrival of the orcs from the Stonetalon Mountains, she and her army had fought here with the Naga for a long time. There were many night elf civilians in the town of Astrana. In order to protect them, the wolf walker did not even dare. The mobilization of the army to break through can only be passive defense, and the number of Naga landings this time is staggering. They also used base sneak attack tactics. In fact, if not supported by the orcs, I am afraid that the entire Astrana Corps will The whole army was annihilated here.

To be honest, the wolf walker is not sure why these orcs come to help them. As far as she knows, the relationship between the elves and the orcs is not particularly good, but this does not prevent the elf general from giving goodwill to the orcs who came to help.

But after the wolfwalker took less than 5 minutes to rest, when she looked up, she found that Brocks, who was just like a killing machine, just seemed to be stagnant, so she stood on the battlefield with a battle axe. In the center, seeing that he was going to be surrounded by several naga, the wolf walker grabbed the war bow, and instantly shot three arrows, shooting the few naga attacked to the ground.

"What's stunned?"

General Ryan shouted:

"Orc, are you looking for death?"

The shouting of the friendly forces awakened Brocks. The orc warlord shook his head blankly. He reached out his hand and touched his chest... At the moment just now, he could feel that the body was being tortured all the time. His magic blood seemed to have disappeared, and the constant hunger for destruction and the torture of the soul that came out of the body suddenly dissipated at this moment.

The old orc felt the unprecedented freedom and ease, and a heavy shackle that put Buddha on the body has been removed at this moment.

He moved his shoulders and felt the collision of bones. An unspeakable feeling made the old orc stare. In front of him, the whole world seemed to be alive again. He couldn't help but straighten his body. At that moment, the body that was always slightly humped was completely upright, and he could feel that, after a long period of torture, a certain spirit that was almost completely forgotten by him returned to his body again.

Brocks turned around, not only him, but all the powerful orcs on the battlefield seemed to feel the long-lost freedom. This sudden gift made the orcs seem very at a loss. They felt the source of the tired body. The constant flow of real power belonging to the orcs, that kind of spiritual freedom, is like riding a war wolf freely on the Nagrand grassland.

"We are free..."

Brocks took a deep breath. He clenched the battle axe. This old body seemed to have become stronger again because of that spiritual freedom. The fatigue caused by the fierce battle was swept away at this moment. , The refreshing orc warlord held up the battle axe, his loud voice resounded through the battlefield at this moment:

"We are free! Orcs! That curse is over!"

"boom"

The renewed anger entangled on the body of Brocks, and the noisy rage power was like a substantial flame, which wrapped up the whole person of Brocks. He waved the battle axe easily and slapped it fiercely. Behind the body of Warlord Naga, the huge monster flew out like a bug.

"Listen to my orders! Kill them all!"

The first morning light of dawn shone on the Brocks through the shade. The old orc grabbed the orc war banner beside him. He dragged the battle axe and launched a fierce charge. Behind him, thousands of roads Under the shining light of dawn, thousands of orcs shouted in unison, like the endless drums of war in the Ashenvale Forest.

"In the name of freedom and victory... defeat them!"

"Lok\'tarogar!!!"

In the roar of the finally free orcs, the dark night of Ashenvale was gone, and the sky... dawned.

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