Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Even the mountains... also defeated..."

With a low voice echoing in the hall of Ulduar filled with gods and glory, the guardians specially created a rock giant that guarded the inner palace of the city. Kolongan was torn apart under the violent impact of Agammagan. This tall The collapsed body of the rock giant fell down in a weird posture, filling the gully leading to the inner hall from the front hall.

Thus, a stone bridge united the two separated directions.

"Ah! The road to the inner hall opened!"

Ansu flying in the Ulduar Palace shouted:

"Demigods, come together, the mother you want to save is in front!"

At its call, the demigods gathered together began to step into the more dangerous inner hall. The black panther Ashaman, who is best at hiding stealth, has infiltrated this city, which is larger than all cities in Azeroth. There are many holy places in Titan, in which to find the way to the mysterious life greenhouse, while the other demigods help the civilized coalition forces that invade the place to establish outposts.

It is not possible to rush into the inner hall of this mechanical city, because the installation of the Titans in the front hall has not been completely cracked. The mortal heroes and soldiers after a "stimulating" tank battle also need to rest.

The dark and mysterious ancient **** is sealed under this Titan City. Although Yogg-Saron has not yet manifested his dark power, any sensible warrior will be alert to the magic of the ancient god. In this case, the best mode of war is to advance gradually, not to speed up blindly.

Every camp built by the Allied Forces in the huge mechanical city of O'Durry has priests from the Church of Holy Light and the Silver Dawn Church and Paladins enlightening them, and Drew the Decayer The Iraqis kept monitoring. They used this method to protect the soldiers from being suddenly manipulated. This is a useful operation. At least until now, there has not been too much trouble.

"This is the observatory! And here is the guardian's library..."

Brian held Aldur's slate map. He distinguished the two bifurcations in the front hall and said to the coalition leaders behind him:

"Nuogannong Disc needs to obtain higher-level permissions in the library's operating terminal, so I suggest that we take it first!"

"agree!"

Arthas first agreed:

"There must be a lot of precious ancient knowledge there, and it really should be properly kept."

"We agree."

Tyrande wiped the silver double-edged battle sickle without looking up:

"Your Majesty Arthas makes a lot of sense."

"We don't care, if there are strong enemies there, I'm happy to challenge."

The orc Garrosh shrugged to the dwarf:

"But if we find a book about the way of the elements in it, we will print a copy!"

"Pandaren...well, we have no opinion."

Zhou Zhuo, a scholar traveler, and the masters of the Shado-Pan behind him exchanged ideas and said to Brian:

"And between the pandaren's resistance to the power of the ancient gods, our Shado-monk monks are willing to take on the defense of the camp."

"It couldn't be better! So now we just have to wait until the Holy Chaplain of Archbishop Chaldean arrives here and we can actually enter the inner temple, which is good...it all went well."

Muradin, who has not spoken, clapped his hands and thanked the panda people for their self-recommendation. The pandaren race can still exist for more than 10,000 years under the ravages of evil spirits. It has been proved that these rounds have some resistance to the power of the ancient gods. Sex, and the martial arts masters of the Shado-Pan attach great importance to spiritual practice. When facing the same pressure of the power of the void, they behave more firmly than other races.

By the way...At present, among all the civilizations known to Azeroth, the most resistant to the power of the ancient gods, or the power of the void, is not the pandaren, but the 狢狲.

These simple-minded horse monkeys rarely have troubles. There are only two things in their empty minds. Looking for happiness and enjoying happiness. Under the control of this thinking, these bad-looking monkeys are difficult to be emptied by the void. It's a pity that the forces are infested, and they are unruly, and none of them really belong to them. Therefore, so far, it is difficult for them to be regarded as civilized races.

But I heard that last month, a few mysterious explorers discovered the king of the 狲狲, a friend of Shao Hao, the king of the 狲狲, the beautiful monkey king, who was suspected to have disappeared in a cave in Pandaria. The petrified sculptures, and now scholars throughout Pandaria are trying to unravel the tricky petrified magic and return the king of the 狲狲 to the modern civilization, so from this point of view, those big monkeys with bad behaviors join Azer. The Russ civilization circle is probably just around the corner.

It is foreseeable that the addition of the Malaysian monkeys will also increase the amusement and joy of the entire Azeroth civilization circle by several percentage points.

However, in the shadows that have not yet been discovered by the civilized coalition forces that are advancing the Ulduar strategy, they have been hiding in the darkness, and they have begun to act... and their speed of action is much faster than that of the coalition forces.

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"Om"

Behind the head of an orc warrior guarding the base of the front hall, a mighty wind beat the mighty orc wearing a thunder-cast armor, carrying a heavy battle axe, and he scratched his smooth scalp blankly. He looked around in doubt. , Seems to be looking for the source of the weird wind, but this silly move has attracted the merciless mocking of the human soldiers on guard.

The human soldier was also wearing Leizhu armor and holding Leizhu double swords, which represented that he was also a hero who had participated in the offensive and defensive battle in the Hall of Lightning, and his mockery caused the orc to glare at him. Behind him, he made a rude gesture towards the human, and the human was unwilling to raise his fist towards the orc.

After a few seconds, the two guys who couldn’t control their tempers were huddled together on the post. It was still reasonable that they just beat each other with their fists and didn’t use weapons. So after the elven sergeant who came was scolded and separated, The two were not punished.

The little storm passed quickly, and everything seemed normal, and nothing else happened.

However...where these soldiers didn’t notice, a group of strange guys had taken advantage of the sentinel’s distracting time to pass the last sentinel of the Allied forces in the front hall and inner hall of Ulduar. Stepped into the inner hall.

"Hush!"

The fast-moving gluttonous locust is the striker and sentinel of the Twilight Hammer infiltrator. This agile mantis is flying as fast as an invisible wind. It turns its head and gestures to the followers behind it. The gesture of forbidden sound, the sharp amber knife on the powerful hero's arms popped out, and at the next moment, its figure disappeared in place.

A moment later, the steel heads of two chaotic Titan creations were thrown on the ground, and the gluttonous locust uttered a light buzz, indicating that the way forward was clear.

"Ah, my brother Benedict, your warrior is really eye-opening. (It's amazing, I have never seen such an excellent infiltrator. Human assassins are simply incompetent compared to them. child.)"

The iconic double tone of Ogre Gujar sounded in the dark, and he, wearing a hood, walked like a black meat mountain, heavy, bloated and extremely oppressive.

In the face of Gujar's hypocritical praise, Benedict, who was also wearing a hood, didn't care, and he casually said:

"The heroes are not my warriors, they are my friends... we believe in a great "master", well, don't say these boring words, open the portal and let your followers Entering this place...Allied forces are advancing at a rapid pace, and the wild gods are wandering here, leaving us little time."

"Don't worry about them, my brother. (They are not a problem, they are a help!)"

Gujar uttered a low laughter. The huge ogre waved his hands, and a force of shadow moved in his palm. Under his call, the two void portals connecting the outside world were Rise in the dark corner of the nave.

"The magicians of Dalaran and the High Elves have been monitoring the magical activities of Ulduar, but their sight cannot penetrate into this dark place. (Better yet, they who want to save the world will help us Open the final seal... all we have to do is wait for them at the end and appreciate their desperate expression, ha ha ha.)"

The ogre seemed to feel that he was telling a perfect joke. He hugged his belly and laughed. He looked back and stood in the darkness, surrounded by the gloomy power of Benedictus. He said weirdly. :

"You don't know yet? My brother. (This war, all this, is arranged by Yogg-Saron!)"

"Although the Thousand Throat Demon has the ability to escape, but at the last moment when the guardians were eroded by darkness, they still obeyed their mission and re-strengthened the seal. It has also protected this world for tens of thousands of years...Unfortunately, mortals will certainly open it!)"

"They were stunned by the victory they received from Cthune. They thought they could save the world again. (However, they are just constantly pushing forward the destruction of themselves. All they do is Yogg-Sa What Long wanted to see was that once the seal was opened, the power of the ancient gods would sweep across the city in an instant!)"

Gujar raised his hands like a madman indulging in his fantasy, he said in a deep voice:

"The mortals sent their best warriors to Yogg-Saron. (These warriors will eventually become our partners and redistribute the glory of the dark empire throughout the world, I have seen it!)"

"This stage, the end of this drama. (I have seen it!)"

Gujar’s lunatic whisper did not affect the ongoing teleportation, and the last batch of Twilight’s Hammer cult elites hiding in the storm cliff continued to walk out of the shadow portal, and soon, this piece of loneliness The temple was full of people.

The races of these guys in purple cloaks are very complicated, from tall tauren to dwarf goblins and gnomes. This includes almost all members of the civilized race of Azeroth, and they are all from the civilized world. The elites who have survived the waves of tangle after twilight, it can be said that the hundreds of people in this temple are the core power of the twilight hammer, a cult organization.

However, in this drama that has already begun, they are destined to become only a sad footnote... as a cannon fodder, to participate in it.

But this time, it was probably the arrogant fantasy of Twilight's Hammer, the closest to success.

"So, where are we going now?"

Benedictus looked at the cultists who were distorted in their hearts and even in their appearance. He had no fluctuations in his heart. He had already seen these hopeless people, but sadly, in any era There are so many ignorant people who are so endless, full of stupid hatred of the actual order, and trying to exchange their own destruction power to control the so-called "fate".

They are the real idiots in this world...the dross that needs to be cleared most.

"So, am I doing good deeds?"

A weird idea appeared in the mind of Benedictus, but was quickly thrown aside by the black bishop. A person like him has long since no longer cared about evil or justice. That is just the naive view of the world by the boring people.

There are no justice or evil people in this world. Some are just people with various purposes... just like him.

Facing Benedict's inquiry, Gujar pointed strangely into the empty darkness behind him, he said:

"Did you not see it? (That's the guide!)"

Benedictus looked at the phantom of a female Viku who was suspended in the empty darkness. It was an illusion that mortals could not see. Of course he noticed her, but he had been waiting for Gugal's explanation.

The ogre did not disappoint him, while Gujar threw his hood aside and said:

"She is Sara. (It is the observer, the eye of the ancient god, the watcher and recorder in the darkness of history.)"

"Aside from the shady Mount Hyjal, Silithus in the desert sands, the ancient battlefield raged by demons, and even the war in Whispering Harbor, Sarah is there! No one can see her, but she It's just silently recording everything. (She once witnessed life crawling and creeping from the sea of ​​dark light. She saw life leaving the sea, entering the earth, and even flying into the air. She had seen life walk in a cowardly endless dark forest. Helplessly pray for the sanctuary of the gods...)"

"She never acts, she just pays attention, only pays attention! (The world thinks that they are free, but they don't know at all, all of them are given by Yogg-Saron... Sara, this is Yogg-Saron’s will to manipulate the world.)"

"In the darkness, she guided me to this place... (It is already disappointed with this world, it is time to perform the great twilight trial.)"

Gujar looked back, his three eyes shining with chaos, and he looked at Benedictas strangely:

"Have you... heard? (The call, from the deepest darkness, don't resist... embrace it.)"

"It points the way for us. (The spreader of flesh and blood, the breeder of tens of thousands of lives, the opener of countless civilizations... isn't it right by your side?)"

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