Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I am a nightmare! The shadow of despair! I am... a dream tyrant!"

In the dim sky of the Emerald Dream, the dark red unknown light curtain, the huge nightmare of the king of the dream, Ilan Nikus, screamed and flew across the battlefield. The undead position below spewed out strange smoke, and the black smoke-like gadgets fell into the earth, and a twisted nightmare appeared in the land plowed by the gunfire. These non-physical gadgets made the blades dark. The firepower advantage has also been suppressed to a minimum.

Behind Eranikus, there are dozens of dream dragons infected by nightmares. These guys are not as powerful as the nightmare tyrants, but they are dragons after all, their physical qualities are extremely powerful, and they have a corrosive breath. With the arrival of these guys, the Dark Blade Corps, who had been pushing the nightmare all the way, also fell into a bitter battle.

"Beating! Beat these bastards!"

Barton, the dwarf secondary death lord who served as the commander of the tank unit, buckled his helmet and stood on the steam tank with a frantic roar. The heavy cannon lined up at the top of the defensive formation was aimed at the sky. Whenever a dragon swooped down At that time, those guns would roar and fire.

The armor-piercing shells specially prepared for these flying beasts are staggered in the air, and each volley can penetrate the unlucky body, tear their wings, and let the nightmare dragons fall to the ground, but these nightmares are transformed. The giant beasts have amazing recovery power in a high concentration of nightmare power, and their fall into the ground does not mean the loss of combat power.

A nightmare dragon with its torn wings roared, bombarded with cannons and grenades, and rushed to the front of the tank position. The beast sent out a frantic roar, and its sharp claws caught the heavy tank in front of him. Between the spitting of blood, the ten-ton tank was grabbed abruptly and thrown towards the center of the battlefield.

Again, for these predators at the top of the food chain in Azeroth, there will always be casualties if you are prepared.

"Damn the dragon!"

Lord Barton saw the destruction of his beloved tank. This irritable dwarf death knight pushed away the orc knight behind him. He lifted the heavy cannon on the top of the tank. In the roar of the dwarf's broken gong, this The fierce lord aimed the machine gun at the nightmare dragon that was raging in the position. In the low bullet roar, the nightmare dragon's eyes were exploded, and the entire head was torn apart in a ten-second save shot One and a half.

"boom"

The bullet-fired cannon was thrown aside, and the sub-death lord Patton gave a wicked anger and straightened his helmet. He looked back at the chaotic battlefield ahead, and the dwarf's vicious eyes turned. Turning, he turned to the herald in the tank and shouted:

"Let the boys fill the holy silver armor piercing bullet!"

"But sir, special bombs must be used in emergency situations!"

The messenger refuted the sentence, and as a result, he heard the irritable dwarf sublord who scolded:

"Asshole! It's an emergency now, let you use it, just use it! Don't talk so much nonsense!"

A few minutes later, one-third of the tank guns were replaced with special bullets. At the command of Barton, countless silver lights were ejected from the muzzles of those heavy machine guns. These were equipped with a sufficient amount of holy silver. The armor-piercing projectile is very precious. It is a special seed bomb prepared for the special battlefield by the Dark Blade Legion, because this thing also has great restraint on the undead itself, and it is a terrifying existence that destroys the low-level undead, so it is generally Will not be used.

But this costly gadget used in this place is really outstanding. In this round of holy silver bullets, more than 7 nightmare dragons screamed and fell into the ground. These holy silver bullets pierced the nightmare dragon's body. , Caused terrible purification damage to these monsters that have been corroded by nightmares, and this superb result made the dwarves who have been watching the battlefield frown, and he shouted to prepare the soldiers for the second round of shooting.

But at this moment, a thin man in a black uniform and a cold mist wrapped around his body appeared behind Barton. He reached out and pressed the shoulders of the irritable dwarf, and used a deep voice to stop Barton's command:

"General Patton, take your steel monsters to suppress those low-level creatures."

The suddenly appearing guy glanced at the nightmare dragons roaring in the sky with dark blue eyes, and then showed a strange smile, he said to the dwarf secondary lord with an annoying tone:

"Next, I and my fighters will take over the battlefield...after all, only the dragon can deal with the dragon."

Button disgusted and slapped the guy's hand on his shoulder. The dwarf shouted with dissatisfaction:

"Asshole, Nefarian, my guys and I are about to defeat those **** dragons, but you come to grab our fruits of victory! I won't go! I want to kill these stupid dragons!"

"This is Saurfang's order, you can complain to him!"

Seeing that the dwarves did not obey the orders, Nefarian, the commander of the Frost Dragons' group, also gloomy. The Black Dragon Prince, who was resurrected by Tyrion himself, still maintains the proud character of the once-black king. , He impatiently said:

"My team and I have more important missions in Northrend, jerk, but I still have to make time to fight for you here, don't push your nose on your face, you stupid and stubborn dwarf! Go and beat you , I’ll take over here!"

After finishing talking, Nefarian’s fingers waved forward, and his low, silent voice spread across the battlefield at this moment:

"Bone Dragons! Take off... defeat these weak creatures!"

In the roar of the King of Frost Dragons, a horrible bone dragon covered with frost on its head flapped its wings and roared from the ground position to the battlefield. Among them were black dragons, red dragons, and blue dragons, but they were joining After the Dark Blade Legion, the former identity has no meaning. After the shackles of flesh and blood were removed and the cold power of death was filled, these dead dragons have a new identity.

They built independently within the Dark Blade Legion. There are currently two battle groups with a total size of 4,500 Frost Dragons, and Nefarian, the leader of the Frost Dragon Legion, is not satisfied that this can match any of the Guardian Dragons. The forces of the Legion, he has been seeking the Dark Edge to break into the Dragonbone Wilderness, so that he can resurrect more bone dragons in the Dragon Tomb.

Nefarian was still an ambitious guy after his death. He longed to have his own place inside the Dark Blade. He was even more eager to make the Frost Dragon a new race independent of the Azeroth Dragon Race, but in Before that, he must find a way to solve the defect that the frost dragon cannot reproduce offspring.

And the good news is that Nefarian, who has been busy in Northrend in recent years, recently heard that Dark Blade Lord Tyrion seems to have a solution to this problem...

The 500 frost dragons brought by Nefarian seized the sky battlefield of the Emerald Dream in a very short time. Under the absolute quantitative advantage, those green dragons corroded by nightmares were soon defeated and defeated. On the battlefield of the sky, fierce and fearless frost dragons surrounded the nightmare dragons in groups of three or five. Every night, the nightmare dragons whose wings were torn into the earth screamed, but then Will be swept up by the boneless dragons without mercy, and completely resolved.

Nefarian is not here to do good deeds... These green dragons killed by the Frost Dragon will also join his Frost Dragon War Group after a period of repair, so to be precise, this giant Commander Long came to the Emerald Dream to recruit.

But there are always some guys that ordinary bone dragons can't deal with...

"boom"

A huge frost dragon was caught in the spine by the terrible Ilanikos claws, and it was torn into three segments in the air, watching the dream tyrant raging around, Nefarian's eyes changed. As he became more gloomy, he took a few steps forward, and in a low roar, Nefarian also turned into a bone dragon form and rushed into the sky, personally entangled with Eranikus.

The king of dreams is about 150 meters long, and after becoming a frost dragon, Nefarian receives the power of death all the year round. Its length is also 120 meters. The two giant beasts fighting in the air can be described as earth-shattering, although Nefarian may also be Not a manic opponent of Eranikus, but considering that the frost dragon has a decisive quantitative advantage after all, it is probably only a matter of time before the defeat of the Dream Tyrant.

On the other side, under the leadership of the steam tank unit, the Dark Blade Corps, which quickly captured the nightmare position, also encountered another thorny trouble.

"Aoao!"

As the frantic wolf howling sounded in the destroyed jungle, the wolf spirit Goldling who had been half nightmared by the body rushed across the front of the Dark Blade Legion like a **** gust, and three steam tanks were caught by the wolf spirit claws. The carried wind blade was cut open, and Saurfang, who tried to stop it, was blown out by the whole. A moment later, the death lord Safarur, who was launched from the ground, dragged off his torn helmet, he The wolf spirit staring at him turned his head and sipped.

"Pooh"

The orc lord held the battle axe in his hands and roared towards the nightmare of the wilderness demigod again. The battlefield of one person and one battle was instantly covered by the dark red wind blade and the dying energy of death .

Speaking, the orc death lord Saurfang is indeed powerful enough to crush most warriors, but this opponent in front of him is one of the 15 wild gods of Azeroth... and still all wild One of the best players in the Demigod is a good opponent, but the problem is that no matter who wins or loses, this battle will last for a long time.

"Do you want to call support?"

Because Godling appeared suddenly, and the blood lord Severn of the Darkblade group that was blocked on the way forward, Yan wound looked back at his companion, Altum, and these two high elves were also the old qualifications of Darkblade. But the two of them are not very keen on war and are typical research talents, so they are also very low-key inside the dark blade, but this time because they are very curious about the magic of the Emerald Dream, so they also joined the battle group.

In the face of Seven's inquiry, Altum rolled his eyes:

"Support? Who are you looking for to support? This is a demigod in front of you. It's not useful to find a few death lords. Not to mention that you are not aware of Saurfang's attachment to the battle. Will complain about our trouble..."

"Or, come to the boss?"

Seven hesitated and asked again, Altum glanced at the hot battle scene in front of him, he shrugged:

"The boss is very busy and I don't think I can spare time... Speaking of which, we are really lacking some high-end combat power in the face of the situation in Azeroth right now."

During the conversation between the two blood lords, there was a new change in the battle situation. In a sudden low roar, the nightmare wolf spirit Godrin who was originally about to attack Saurfang was brutally ruined by a sudden bear claw. Flew away.

In the flashes of several emerald halos, the wild gods who had just been resurrected in this world appeared on the battlefield almost. A sorrow flashed in its dazzling eyes, and beside him, Agammagan lowered his head and launched a wave of charge at the moment of appearance, rushing the unsteady Godrin for a few more laps.

"Oh!"

Ansu’s iconic scream rang in this infected jungle:

"Necromancers! Go fight your battle, and the battle between the demigods, let the demigods solve it."

Saurfang, who was interrupted in the battle, was a little unhappy, but considering the dark blade's combat target, the orc death lord snorted and left with a battle axe, but before leaving the battlefield, Saurfang looked back With An Su, he said softly:

"Don’t forget the things you promised the Lord..."

Ansu glared at Saurfang very dissatisfiedly. He looked at the Wolf Spirit Goldling surrounded by demigods. It lowered his voice:

"Relax, the things that should be given to Tyrion will always come to him."

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"Queen of Dreams is back!"

Ysera slapped her wings around the green halo and slowly landed on the top of the Dream Tower, watching the return of the missing wakers for many days, and insisted that the rebels on the ground around the Dream Tower cheered.

They had already observed the war that broke out deep inside the nightmare position. They thought it was the reinforcements brought back by the awakeners. It is possible that the other guardian dragons from the Dragon Sleeping Temple joined the battle.

This is undoubtedly a real stimulant for the rebels who have been besieged by nightmares for several days, tired and desperate, and because the nodes of this world are closed and unable to leave the nightmare war.

"Awakener, you brought back reinforcements, the nightmare is about to fail, right?"

Big Druid Koda. Steelclaw, who was hit hard in the previous war, asked hopefully. Looking at the steelclaws, Ysera couldn't tell the truth. She sighed and hugged. This Cadore Druid, she whispered:

"Yes, I brought back a strong reinforcement. The war in the Emerald Dream will end today... But Kodak and Shaun have bad news. I must tell you."

"The elder Kadore suffered the simultaneous attack of Naga and the undead, and Druid Malfurion died on the spot, although under the leadership of Tyrande, the elves paid a great price to expel the invaders. , But... but the tree of the world is burnt."

"You, what are you talking about?"

This horrible news sent Cenarion druids in the dream tower to be struck by lightning, but Ysera did not give them much time for questioning and thinking. She raised her hands in the package of dream power, The awake said softly:

"Thank you, heroes, and thank you for everything you did for the Emerald Dream, but you will need you more than this place in the world that has been hit hard..."

"Trust me, the Emerald Dream will soon return to peace. At that time, the world will welcome you as before, but now...you have to leave..."

The power of dream authority covers the entire tower of dreamland and the surrounding land that has not been occupied by nightmares. Those heroes who persisted in the siege of nightmares until the end are sent back to this world in the shine of this light curtain, and they are doing all this. Afterwards, Ysera looked back at the green dragons who were still behind her. She whispered sadly:

"Soldier soldiers, the next thing I want to say is top secret! Without my permission, no one can tell the details of today's war to mortals!"

"What I brought back was not the reinforcements of the Temple of Longmian...but the Bladed Undead, today, life and death will stand on the same front."

"I know this sounds incomprehensible, but no matter how much you hate the undead, at least today, they are our trusted comrades... Now, in the name of the Queen of Green Dragons, I need you to go to the battlefield immediately for the dark blade The war group guides the direction and captures the nightmare fortress at the fastest speed!"

"Go!"

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