Azeroth’s Death Track

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A weird moan came out of the office of the Director of the Dark Edge Intelligence Bureau. A moment later, the lazy Nasa sat up from the bed and began to wear clothes. On the scattered bed beside her, Mai Wei closed her eyes. Lying like that, ignoring his perfect curve was exposed to the sunlight outside the window and into the room.

She reached for a slender cigarette for herself, a hand with a black ring in her shirt and a shirt on her back, and lit the cigarette for her with a lighter dotted with the emblem of the silver moon. Wandering around, she asked in a weird, hoarse voice:

"I haven't asked yet... why did you give that gun to Shantis? Or at this special moment."

"This is not for you? You annoying little goblin..."

Nasa looked back at Maiev. She extended her finger and flicked on Maiev's nose. This intimate move made the atmosphere between the two again ambiguous, but soon, Nasa's expression eased. When she got up, she leaned over and kissed Maiev's cheek. She said:

"You don’t want Shantis to ruin the lives of your brother and your nephew and niece, so I can only find a way to keep General Yuyue, who is so affectionate to your brother, away from him. You see, the secret behind that weapon, will In the fewest years, Shantis did not have time to consider the personal affair of her children. For a "hero" like her, the survival of race and the world is more important than personal feelings."

Nasa's answer made Mai Wei roll her eyes. The former Overwatch lady leaned on the head of the bed, and the smoky smoke made her expression a little vague. After a moment, Mai Wei whispered:

"This is the last time I intervened in them. Regarding my childish younger brother, and Shantis Yuyue, just go with them. Anyway, the family of Shadow Song has already been succeeded... Wait until my My nephew and niece grow up. I have to find a way to contact them. I can’t let Garod to train them. My childish brother will only train these children to be like him... well, how to say, Pedant!"

"That's better than planning an action..."

Nasa in underwear leaned her head on Maiev's flat belly. She turned to look at Maiev:

"Just a neat dive, I can bring your nephew and niece back, and you and I will train them personally. Tyrande is not in Mount Hyjal. As far as I know, Illidan has also been running around. , Planning something that only he knows, the defense in that place is empty, and we have a lot of confidence."

"No, no, at least not now."

Maiev was playing with Nasa's hair, she seemed to be asleep and whispered:

"The Dark Edge Intelligence Bureau is part of the Dark Edge Legion. Now that several big plans are about to be implemented, I can’t divide my energy to take care of the children. I will talk about it later."

"By the way, I just saw the news sent back by Marais. It is said that Gallod found Sierra? Are they going to rebuild the Overwatch?"

Facing Maiev's problems, Nasa blinked. She reached out and flirted with Maiev's chest. She said:

"Yes, Sierra Moon Guard! Your best student, my best predecessor, a weird guy who does not like to use war blades, but rather likes to use pyramids, a lucky man who has escaped the battle of defeat, your The younger brother intends to let her rebuild the watchman, and then let her challenge you and me... It’s ridiculous!"

Maiev snapped off Nasa's unreliable hand, she let out a deep laugh, and then burned half of the cigarette, pressed it in the ashtray, she said softly:

"If it's a challenge... then let them come!"

"I’m happy to see that the watchman’s heritage exists, and I’m happy to occasionally "teach" these juniors...well, get dressed, Nasa, it’s time to work...this time we are going to hunt A "big goal."

"Prophet... Velen!"

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Where justice goes, there is always evil gathering under the shadow of light. The two complement each other, and if either side is missing, the other side will completely lose the meaning of existence.

For example, on the edge of the storm cliffs where the mortal coalition began to dominate, some people who were not tolerated by civilization hid in those remote ravines, peering into the world of order and dreaming of destruction with eyes full of jealousy and hatred. The final arrival of the fantasy of the order that they disgusted completely collapsed!

However, most of the time, this can only be a fantasy.

Under the continuous strangling of the fierce and keen sequencer necromancers like the hounds, the entire eastern continent and Kalimdor continent have no signs of twilight hammer activity, at least on the surface, these from The death knights, split from the dark blade, received in a broad-minded manner from anyone who was willing to raise arms to the cultists.

And in the years of continuous hunting, this small organization is slowly growing. Although it is not comparable to the behemoth like the wither, it is also a role that cannot be ignored in today’s civilized order. The person is a neutral organization. They never participate in the wars of the Federation, Empire and other forces. They have representatives in each force. Once the Twilight Hammer or other small cultists appear, the orderers Will follow.

It seems that they exist only to die with these crazy cultists until there is no cultist in the whole world.

The Ogre Gujar, the only remaining leader of the Twilight Hammer, is now scorched by the dead hounds. When the Silithus War entered the final period, the Twilight Hammer’s The founder foresees the defeat of the valley body, Ke Suen. He took a group of elite cultists to leave the mortal land in advance, traveled across the oceans, arrived in Northrend, and then recruited members all the way, and finally in the east of Storm Bridge A new stronghold was established in the mountains of the south.

Because Yogg-Saron’s power is all over Northrend, and there is no reason for those nasty Paladins. During such a period of time, Twilight’s Hammer has developed very quickly, once growing into a tens of thousands of people. Organization, under the order of Gujar, they constantly attacked the stronghold of the Copper Beard Dwarf on the Storm Cliff, and also fanned the flames between several ethnic groups with hatred in the local area, making the entire Storm Cliff chaotic as the battlefield.

But the good days soon ended. Muradin, the leader of the copperbeard dwarf, identified the Twilight's Hammer's move and contacted the Orderer almost immediately, and the arrival of the death hounds completely shattered the ancients. Gal occupies the ambitions of the Storm Cliffs, and the **** group of necromancers madly circumvent cultists from the Northrend range, from the Vrykul to the Yak, and any forces or organizations related to Twilight's Hammer are by them. Sweep away with violence.

In just one year, Twilight's Hammer, which had just begun to improve, was returned to its prototype, only to shrink to the edge of the storm cliff, peeping into the Ulduar, the city of Titan... There is not only a holy place for all civilizations, It is also a sacred place for cultists. The power of the ancient **** Yogg-Saron is all over the city. As long as the cultists enter the city before the coalition forces, it will become the best pedal for the rise of Twilight's Hammer.

Therefore, recently, as the battle in the Snow Plains progressed steadily, the ogre Gujar also ordered all the believers to stop all the disruptive activities and began to gather in the base camp. It seems that this very intelligent ogre is planning to Taking advantage of the mortal coalition confronting Loken, he rushed into O'Durri in one fell swoop.

There is no problem with this idea, and the feasibility is also very high. The only problem is... Gugal lacks high-end combat power. Once the raid plan is detected by the mortal coalition, the cultists of the Uzbekistan may be difficult to be under the fire of the coalition. , Rushing into O'Durri.

And at this juncture... A piece of news that didn't know whether it was good or bad was passed into the ears of Ogre Gujar.

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"Who am I talking about? I dare to contact me so boldly. (I guess you are the only cunning **** like you to find this place.)"

In the remote mountainous area of ​​the southeast of the storm cliff, this barren and cold land could not bear the Vrykuls, but because of its remoteness, it became the best hiding place for the cultists, just like the original Healy The Sos desert is the same.

The two-headed ogre Gugar in the huge cloak stood in the storm, his three eyes gleamed with different lights, and then used his unique "two-channel" voice to wear a black robe to the one in front of him. A man dressed like a compassionate pastor said:

"Welcome back, Benedict! (My brother!)"

Speaking, the ogre raised his arms in a pretentious manner, just like he wanted to hug Benedictus in front of him, but he hadn't waited for the ogre to approach, and a cold light was on him and Benedictine. Between the lights of Sri Lanka, between the sharp edges where the snow fell, the gluttonous locust Kanoz flicked the amber knife on his arms, staring at the dangerous man-eater with a bloodthirsty and gloomy gaze. magic.

And the sudden appearance of the mantis demon also attracted the attention of Gujar. As a senior cultist, Gujar can see at a glance the power flowing in the strange big insect body, and the power of the ancient god, the same source, And he could feel that this big bug like a praying mantis is very powerful, at least stronger than the cultists under his group.

"Carefully reach out..."

The insect wing behind the gluttonous locust flapped a bit and said in a quirky common language:

"You look fat and delicious, friend..."

"This is... (Would you like to introduce this new friend? Benedicts?)"

The two-headed ogres looked sullen, he looked at the silent Benedictus, he knew the companion’s somber thought more than anyone else, just like the abyss covered by mist, no one could see through His mind, and after the battle of Silithus, Benedict was missing. Many people said that Benedict was dead, but Gujar was not so stupid...

He must be looking for something else, and now, looking at this weird, powerful and eccentric bug protecting Benedictus, Benedictus should have found something.

In the face of Gujar's inquiry, Benedictus under the hood covering his cheeks showed a mocking smile:

"Don't play these ghost tricks, let's talk straight away, Gujar, I'm going to enter Ulduar, I know you want to go in too, so let's cooperate."

"Oh? (Why?)"

The two heads of the ogre showed doubt and vigilance at the same time, he asked:

"Cooperation is not impossible. (But why should I believe it? How can I believe you?)"

"Trust? What use is this stuff for people like us?"

Benedict said bluntly:

"I can lie here to let you trust me, but I can pierce the dagger in your back in a blink of an eye... you see, trusting this thing is the biggest joke in the world! But if you really need one Reason...then..."

The black bishop turned sideways, bowed slightly, and made a "please" posture. At the next moment, under the protection of the other four heroes, the whole body was surrounded by the energy of black smoke, just like the supreme man wearing a powerful armor Korfan wandered out of the hiding place, and the black and white energy wrapped around him caused Gugar's three eyes to squint at this moment. Obviously, that was the power of a variant ancient god, and it was extremely pure.

"The Elder Venerable needs "nourishment"..."

Lord Korfan stared at the ogre Gujar in front of him, and said softly:

"Either you take us to the place where the nutrients are piled up, or... you come to be the nutrients!"

"You guys! Do you think of Yogg-Saron as a "prey"? (You arrogant bugs are crazy! Yogg-Saron will eat you clean, and there will be no flesh!)

Gujar immediately understood what the lunatics were planning to do. The gods of the ancients could devour each other. In the legend of the ancient gods, only a mature ancient **** would enjoy the entire corrupted world...so the ancients Gods may cooperate, but they are not friends from the beginning!

"Dead? IMHO, that is the risk we need to face."

Benedict said calmly:

"You just need to answer me, Gujar, are you willing to take us, or do we kill you here and find a way to go there from your soul? Trust me, my new friends, for the soul. .. also very researchful."

For a cultist, in the face of this scene, do I need to choose?

of course not!

At the next moment, Gugar's two faces were covered with a flattering smile. He opened his arms to the mantis demon in front of him and said happily:

"Ah, welcome the old brothers to join the Twilight Hammer family! (Yes, we already have a plan to enter Ulduar, a very, very perfect plan...)"

"Let us share the fallen glory! (Let us share, Fallen Holy Land, Ulduar!)"

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