Azeroth’s Death Track

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At midnight, I just finished my prayers and returned to Dalyan Mograine in my room. I pressed the chandelier in the room a little tiredly. This kind of chandelier, also lit by gas, is much more convenient than traditional candles. It is also one of the few commodities imported into the Confederacy by the Federation, and it is one of the few things that will not be criticized by the old clergy.

And just as Dalian washed away his exhaustion with hot water and planned to read a book to sleep, his door was knocked. The young paladin stepped forward to open the door and saw his face The gloomy old father stood outside his door.

The father and son who hadn't seen each other for half a month should have been a scene full of affection, but now, looking at the eyes of old Mograine, the young man, Dalian, couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

To make matters worse, he only wore underwear on the body, and the light patterns left by the light-casting ceremony could not conceal his father at one moment.

"What is this? Dalyan?"

Knight Alessandro scolded his son without opening, instead, he walked into his son's room with two bottles of ale. He sat in a chair by the fireplace and looked at the Holy Light tattoos on Dalian's body. , He took a glance of scrutiny and looked at the mysterious geometric patterns filled with the power of the Holy Light. After a while, he asked:

"This is what kind of light casting ceremony? How do you feel?"

Seeing that his father was angry, but he didn't shout, Dalian calmed down and explained to his father:

"That was an accident, father. I was just trying to save some strange Bridget at the time, but the effect of the light casting ceremony was real...Look, father!"

Talking, Dalian raised his left hand, and a stale flame of light ignited in his palm, extremely gentle and continually circulating upwards along Dalian's skin, and the moment the docile light of fire ignited, just The big knight narrowed his eyes, and he could easily do such a small skill, but that was the precious experience learned in countless battles of life and death, and now, his little son, who can't do it, can actually do it.

"The light casting ceremony changed my body. I can feel that my connection with the Holy Light has become closer. Father, when I fall asleep, I occasionally hear the sound of the Holy Light..."

Dalian honestly said to his father:

"That’s the real sound of light, not Zela’s whisper with a certain purpose, it doesn’t guide me to do something, it just tells me to protect those beautiful , Something full of hope... isn’t this the true meaning of the Holy Light? Father?"

Faced with the inquiry of his younger son, the Grand Knight of Mograine did not immediately answer, but opened the ale on hand and greeted his son to sit beside him. The father and son drank in silence. After ten minutes, The knight said:

"It is a good thing to have goodwill in a complex world, but I believe too much in hope and beauty but it is a terrible flaw. My son, you have your own understanding of the Holy Light. This is a good thing. I am happy to see this. You, but...if this is the original intention of your Holy Army, then I am not optimistic about this organization...because of it, it is a bit naive."

Dalyan heard this and wanted to refute his father's words, but was interrupted by Mograine's hand. The old knight silently drank and said to his son:

"You go and tell Anduin’s child that the Silver Dawn Order will soon reorganize a legion to the battlefield in Northrend. Before, I would not express support or denial of what you did. To be honest, I also hope that this world will be better, but it often disappoints my son."

Speaking of which, the old knight smiled somewhat stunnedly. He narrowed his eyes and said to his son:

"Maybe I am old, we can’t keep up with the development of the world, maybe you can do this in my childish future, but no one can predict it, so... if you think it is right , Then do it!"

"If Anduin's child wants to take you to change the world, but also want the support of our old guys..."

"Then let us see first, your ability on the battlefield."

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The army of the Silver Dawn Order has not yet set off, but on the storm cliffs of Northrend, the battle between the pioneers who have arrived here and the Iron Soldiers of Loken has begun.

On the battlefield around the Snow Flow Plain, the battle was extremely fierce. Almost less than 3 days after the Rock Hall was occupied by the dwarves, these steel soldiers rushing out of the Lightning Hall became the ice and snow near this Arctic point. The craziest villain, and in other parts of the storm cliffs, the wanton activities of these Loken dog legs also disturbed the surrounding forces.

"Do not stop artillery support! Boom me!"

The commander of the Bronzebeard dwarf, the Grand Marshal with two braids standing on the firepower point in the trench, the dwarf in armor was wearing a steel helmet over his head, he was holding the telescope, looking at the war front in the distance under the vibration of the earth, as he continued In a twisted view, this grumpy dwarf can see the steel soldiers who rushed down the hillside madly hit the dwarf bunker at the front of the battle line.

These ghosts are made of solid steel all over the body. Only lunatics will rush up to fight them. In the face of these steel thugs, only the roaring artillery is the most reliable weapon, and thanks to the federal support, And the ammunition sent by the isolated goblins at the K3 base who have been continuously asking for help from the dwarves, so that the dwarf artillery stationed here can squander this devastating firepower.

"Let the artillery reset the shooting elements, and I want them to cut off the army of those steel soldiers!"

The double braid shouted to the herald officer:

"Let the Griffon Knight and the airship be prepared to bomb the battlefield. Without my order, no one can rush out of the bunker to die!"

A few minutes later, another round of artillery fire covered the battlefield on the front line of the snow flow plain. The high-explosive ammunition that fell from the sky was between the flames and the impact of the explosion. The bodies of the steel-made soldiers were also some irresistible, frantic mortals. The horrible temperature erupted in the core area of ​​the explosion point by the evil crafted can even melt steel, which is also fatal to the soldiers of the fearless Thunderforged Legion.

However, the war mode of the steel soldiers under Loken was still in the period of the battle of **** hundreds of thousands of years ago. At that time, there was no concept of thermal weapons, except for the mechanical gnome under Mimirron. Some simple thermal weapons were used. In addition, the soldiers of other steel legions still trust their long swords and their bodies.

This led to the seemingly winning mortal, using the correct tactics, with minimal damage, dragged most of the soldiers of the Leizhu Legion to the front.

"Buzz"

A low engine vibration sounded in the front line set by the dwarves. After a few moments, four weird airships were lifted from the front line, and the big balloons of two airships were printed with the emblem of the tribe, which was the expedition sent by the orcs here. The war weapon of the army, and the remaining two airships are bearing the emblem of the Kingdom of Stormwind, which is a weapon customized by King Varian at the goblin.

The orcs and humans responsible for sailing the ship provoke each other, insulting each other, while constantly throwing huge bombs accumulated on the airship towards the common enemy. The hatred between these two races has not been easily eliminated, but now In the face of a common enemy, those disputes between the two sides can also give way back slightly.

The griffin knights who guarded the slow-moving airships were the elder brothers of the copper-beard dwarves. They are now migrating to the wild hammer dwarves of Kul Tiras, and Kurdran, who has not come out for a long time. The wild hammer personally leads the intrepid Griffin knights skimmed the cold sky from low altitude, and bundles of alchemy bombs were thrown into the group of steel soldiers in the carnival of wild hammer lunatics.

At the moment when the formation of the assaulting steel soldiers was chaotic, the Grand Marshal's double braids commanded, accompanied by the vibration of the mechanical gear, hundreds of steam tanks armed with new weapons rumbling out of the underground garage Behind them, there are some siege cars made by goblins. These bastard-like things look crude, but with special shells, they are definitely full of destruction and very cheap...

The most important thing is that these siege cars have a very powerful and very special function...

"I'm already blood-bearing! I'm already prepared..."

Garrosh, who led the orcish expedition to this place. Hellscream held a blood roar in his hand, carrying a weird parachute bag on his body, a look of anxiety that was about to open, and his eyes staring deadly. Looking at the tallest and most fierce general Steel Vrykul on the battlefield, he has already calculated that this guy is his prey this time, he will cut off its iron head, and then melt it, let the dwarves hit him. The best armor!

And the Garrosh Warlord is now in a weird place...He is standing on the siege car, in the mouth of the huge trebuchet, that is, in the iron pocket for bombs, beside him On a trebuchet, his most trusted brother, Dranosh, also crouched in another iron pocket, just like...the shells waiting to be fired.

"Fire me!"

The moment the siege car followed the dwarven tank army into the chaotic battlefield, Garrosh shouted loudly:

"It's now!"

The goblin driver who manipulated the siege car pressed the switch without hesitation. At the next moment, the trebuchet carried by the siege car made a huge scream. The tall wood flipped in between, sitting in the iron pocket. Warlord Garrosh and his brother Dranosh, like two artillery shells, were shot into the battlefield between his roaring like a ghost and crying wolf.

Beside Garrosh, there were dozens of other orc or tauren warriors as silly and bold as him. They were shot into the battlefield in the same way. Each of them found a good target. The moment they fell into the battlefield These high-level fighters roared out with a completely unscientific charge, just like a sharp knife piercing the battlefield, wielding sharp weapons and slashing toward their own targets.

Even if it is real steel, it will be cut off and cut open under the slash of the raging fire of the soldiers...

"Ah, look at the crazy and rude warriors...it's not elegant!"

A high elf mage disdainfully commented, and then waved to open the portal that had already been prepared. Behind him, the blighted druids who had prepared for the assault quickly stepped into the portal and appeared over the battlefield. These Druids, the raptors who believed in Ansu, transformed into a storm raven. This huge raven can easily grab the steel dwarves that are not heavy. With the joint efforts of several people, they can also grab the heavy ones. The steel golem then flapped its wings and threw these manic steel soldiers into a vast cliff outside the snowy plains.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Kadorei army, which appeared silently here, guarded its bird-wing crossbow car slowly forward. This weapon, which can reflect the repeated bounce of the steel moon blade, may be destructive. It is not as good as an artillery, but these flying moon blades can often easily cut through steel, which is a very useful weapon in this kind of war.

Tyrande, the incarnation of the Dark Moon God of War, sat quietly behind his Frostsaber. A series of disasters turned this gentle priestess into another person.

She looked at the battlefield in front of her. She shook her head and then raised her left hand. More than 20 bird-wing crossbow cars lined up behind her began to aim at the target. The next moment, the roaring scalp twirling moon blade, Just like the death of death, the front of the stubborn steel soldiers on the edge of the battlefield was completely laid out.

The Thundercast Legion of Loken can theoretically sweep any civilization in the world. These craftsmen used to fight the dark empire are not the things that should be put into the civilized world war, but now, in the face of civilizations that have truly united It seems that the creations of these ancient gods are not so invincible.

But whether it is the coalition that currently has the advantage, or the steel general of the Leizhu Legion, we all know that the battlefield of Xueliu Plains seems to be lively, but it is not the decisive point. This ancient and current war, the real decisive point is only One...that is the Lightning Hall!

If mortals cannot defeat Loken, they will never want to step into the door of Ulduar...

But this does not prevent the coalition forces from using this hearty victory to "stick gold" to their faces.

Just like now, on the border of the snowy plains, Brian Copperbeard put down his binoculars, proudly facing a dwarf who is like a dwarf, but the whole body is made of rocks.

"Look, our ancient brother... I'm not lying to you, you saw it with your own eyes!"

"We have the ability to defeat Loken's dog legs. We also have the ability to defeat Loken. The earth spirits no longer need to be afraid of the god's traitor. We will protect you! Of course, we also need...you join this war. "

"Until we join hands to liberate our common holy city...Audur!"

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