Azeroth’s Death Track

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No one has an opinion, or no bug has an opinion.

The reputation of the Supreme Lord Korfan himself among the Mantis and Heroes has reached a point where he will be obeyed in every sentence. If it is not because the Mantis has no tradition of male insect king, as long as Korfan is willing, it Almost immediately, it becomes the new insect king of Mantis.

And between the surviving of the Sovereign, his last command did not have any objections.

With a sound of insects, the other 10 heroes, whether intact or dying, lowered their heads before Korfan and Keluk, representing their obedience.

But the wind-slayer himself was unable to accept this command. He looked at the sharp amber one-handed axe in his hand and said softly:

"But I... I'm too young, I may not be able, competent..."

"no no..."

The Supreme Man is like finishing the last thing. This crumbling bug is leaning against the cold wall behind it. Like a dying man, he said in a deep voice:

"You are suitable... My last believer in the ancient Venerable will die here, and you who brought a new faith, Keluk, you will surely become a legend of the new era..."

"The era of **** is over."

After saying this, the Supreme Lord put the claws on his chest with difficulty, and made a warrior courtesy to Keluk in front of him. With his last strength, he shouted in that sharp voice:

"Karaksi Hero! Keep fighting!"

"boom"

Along with the deep echo of the voice, Supreme's Korfan's insect claw fell to the ground, representing the death of the last Yashaji believer, and also the end of an era.

Keluk, who was half kneeling in front of the Supreme One, seemed unable to accept all this. It extended its claws and wanted to touch Korfan's body, but the next moment, he was stopped by another voice from the darkness.

"Don't touch it."

This voice caused all the fighting mantis demon heroes to turn around and hold their arms, while Keluk gripped the scarlet crescent axe in one hand and held his dagger in one hand. It looked at the one in front of him. The man who slowly walked out of the darkness was a tall human, wearing grey armor, a black cloak, and a full-face helmet.

On the front of the armor, there is a sign of a black cross. He carries a great sword with a seal rune on it. The appearance of the heavy sword is very strange, like a heavy black cross, and on the helmet The faint blue light shining underneath represents his identity. This is a necromancer, and in terms of breath, it is still the most powerful kind.

The man ignored the vigilance of the heroes. Standing in front of Keluk, he said to him indifferently:

"At the moment of death, Korfan, the former supreme, it no longer belongs to you."

"who are you!"

Windswept... Well, the new Supreme Lord Keluk Shen Sheng asked in the common language just learned:

"What are you doing here?"

"My name is Boval, Boval Futagan, I am a messenger, and I came to call for a real dead king to join an organization that is not known to you but is very important to the entire world. "

The former regent king of the Kingdom of Stormwind Berval Fortagan whispered:

"Lying behind you is a soul that is not understood by mortals, but is in line with the significance of the existence of our organization. Its contribution to its own race and its understanding of war and sacrifice have been recognized by all members, so , We sent a call to His Holiness..."

"It must respond to this call, as always."

"We will not allow you to take it away!"

The poison-hearted person's wrist turned over, two slender green ambers buckled in its worm's limbs, it stared at the undead in front of him, and it said sharply:

"Dead people are not credible! You are a group of miscellaneous people hiding in the dark!"

"Hush!"

Berval Fortagan was not angry because of this provocation. Instead, he raised his finger with steel armor and put it on his mouth, he said:

"Speak carefully, bugs. I personally don't care about these provocations, but you should be clear that there is another "big man" belonging to the undead, and as for your obstruction and rejection... in my opinion, there is nothing significance."

At the moment when Bowar's voice fell, beside him, several phantoms appeared in the darkness. Those phantoms had different forms. There were several humans like Boval, two fully armed dwarves, and one head Werewolves in robes, orcs, high elves holding staffs, and finally a night elf in a cloak.

Even more frightening is that each of these phantoms has a heavy breath comparable to that of Bovar.

"Give up! Supreme Lord Keluk, you are preventing a great destiny from descending on your most respected creatures."

Bewar took a step forward. He looked at the mantis in front of him. He said softly:

"The destiny belonging to Lord Korvan has not ended here, you cannot see the future it will have, so please do not try to extinguish this future... something must be left across death, and today, we must take away A praying mantis!"

"Or...will you be willing to take the place of Lord Korfan and take on this heavy mission?"

"I..."

Sovereign Kerruk wanted to answer, but he was held by the most wise guy among the heroes who was struggling to support his body.

"Don't be impulsive! Lord Korfan won't want to see this scene."

Under Iyokuk’s persuasion, Keluk finally gave way without a word, and in the eyes of other heroes, Bowar stood in front of the dead ex-Korvan, who used Say hello in the same tone:

"Then... Lord Korfan Karaksi"

"Welcome to join...Forgotten Kings!"

A few minutes later, watching the weird human undead carrying the sarcophagus with Korfan’s body back into the shadows, Keluk looked at the scarlet crescent axe in his hand, which was from the hands of Lord Korvan. It took over the responsibility of leading the heroes to move forward, but now it does not know what to do.

Until it turned around, it looked at the 10 heroes who gathered behind them, the most elite heroes and warriors accumulated by these mantis monsters in the past ten thousand years, they may not be just, they may be cruel, but they It is the hero who is enough to represent the civilization of the praying mantis...indispensable!

Sovereign Kerruk took a deep breath. He reached out and took off the black amber goggles on his face and threw it aside. Then he placed the crescent axe on the weapon on his belt and pointed it away. The portal shone with green light, and then issued its first command as a supreme.

"Now, heroes!"

"In the name of the Supreme One, I order you..."

"Follow me..."

"Come back home!"

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Just as the mantis demon heroes left the dark, icy and deep underground city of Ulduar, in another section of the Northrend continent, far away from the storm cliffs, on a mountain ancient on the coast of the dragon bone wilderness, named Another welcoming ceremony is also taking place in the dark castle hall of the "Prologue Fortress".

The sequencer death knights who had just completed the task of Ulduar were all gathered here, and there were some who were willing to join them with their like minds. It seemed that they were watching a sacred ritual, in front of them, in the two In front of the elaborate wooden coffin, the Grand Knight of Dassauhan and Lord Kurtaz each held a soul crystal and placed them on top of the coffin.

The Order Keepers have completed their contract with the Death Lord, Tyrion. Dawnblade. They have completely wiped out the last remnants of Twilight's Hammer, and died in Gujar and the last batch of elite cultists of Twilight's Hammer. After Ulduar, the entire Twilight Hammer has already existed in name only. Perhaps in a dark corner of the world, some people will continue to bash and swindle under the banner of Twilight Hammer, but that’s okay!

The Order Keepers allow those lunatics to continue to do evil, as long as they can withstand the trials of the Order Keepers who come afterwards...

The long hunt is finally over...

In the past few years, the entire Order of Orders has traveled almost every inch of the land of Azeroth. They inherited a concept that is very naive to Tyrion and the Dark Blade Legion, but they use Their actual actions have implemented their ideas. They have shown with practical actions that it is not only cruel wars and planning that can make the world a better place. There is also a mode of coexistence between death and life.

And Tyrion also saw these naive guys continue to sacrifice and grow, and eventually became a qualified member of the Azeroth neutral organization. The past betrayal has also been forgotten, at least in the eyes of the lord, These death knights who have defected from the dark blade may not be worthless.

Then... let them continue to exist, and add more fun to this boring and boring world, but the door of the dead world will never be opened to them again... they are created by their own creators, forever Exiled.

But at least from the perspective of the preachers themselves, they are free, and finally no longer need to live in the shadow of Tyrion. They have already possessed their own free future, even taking over from Tyrion. Back to my brother... is there anything better than this?

No more!

"Joe Al!"

The Grand Knight of Dassauhan touched the black soul stone on the coffin in front of him with a low voice. He said softly:

"It's another kind of thinking under the absolute order that brought us dark blades, it's that you found a truly viable path for us at a loss, and you sacrificed our existence at the very beginning. ...You are all those who are on the path of maintaining order, and should be respected and remembered."

"But we will not forget everything you did for us, and we will also do everything for you. Today, you are finally home, my brother who is far away from the border of death... wake up!"

"Om"

The injection of the power of death caused the soul stone in front of him to emit a low buzz. Between the darkness and halo, a ray of sleeping soul was pulled out from the soul stone, which is a standard dark blade death knight The appearance, wearing the first generation of dark blade military uniform, under the short black hair, is a weather-beaten face.

This is Joe El, a human knight who has experienced many, many things, a brave man who dared to rebel against Tyrion, who at the time was a self-proclaimed "king of dark blades," although he cannot say dark blades Since Whispering Harbour, the change in style of action has been due to Joe Ayre, but this knight is indeed one of the important factors that prompted Tyrion and the entire Dark Legion to make changes.

So it can be said that Joe El, who was the one who saved half of Azeroth at the time, although he is probably a chess piece used by his predecessor Lich Khadgar, this does not prevent Joe El Make your own choices.

He was no humbler than Khadgar, his soul mentor.

Beside the soul of Joe Ayr Knight, Lord Kurtaz also released the soul in another soul stone, which is the soul of a high-elf with a slim body and beautiful face, compared to the soul of Joe Ayr Calm, his soul seemed a bit painful.

His name is Alex Aznab. Fireblade, a eccentric paladin, a person who has done betrayal, some of the things he did are not glorious, especially Zeng and the High Elf Archmage Darkan’s plot to target the **** mother is not what the righteous man should do, but Aznab also made his own choice at the last moment.

He and Joe Ayre dragged Tyrion Dawn's Blade with their own sacrifices at night in the Whispering Harbor. Without their self-sacrifice, the Order of the Order who had already done betrayal at that time did not May survive the wrath of Tyrion, and Aznab himself is one of the warriors who dare to challenge Tyrion. Regardless of his style of action, his courage is absolutely commendable.

Both flesh and blood have been completely destroyed by Tyrion in the War of Whispering Harbor, but fortunately the Order Predecessor itself is an organization that uses Necromancer Magic. They have completed their wishes from those years of war. In the knights who voluntarily fell into eternity, two bodies were selected, which were catalyzed by magic to serve as a carrier for the recovery of Joe El and Aznab.

"Wake up, brothers!"

In the deep call of the dwarf lord, under the control of the death mage beside the coffin, between the black energy floating like mist, the two souls slowly fell into the body, dotted with some In the coffin of the inscription, their fingers began to beat slightly, and the expression on their faces began to change, just like a sleeping person was about to wake up.

"what"

Joe Aier opened his eyes violently, as if he had experienced a long dream, he was a little dazed, and he had a hard time moving his neck. This does not belong to his body, which has not yet been fully integrated with his soul. It made his movements look funny, but the next moment, derived from the fighting instinct of an excellent death knight, made him sit up quickly from the coffin.

He looked at the undead around him who watched him. A large part of them were unheard of, but some of them were familiar to him. Those 800 people who left the Dark Blade Legion with him initially died. Some of the knights.

He will never forget their faces, the kind of determined eyes, and in the strange time after a few years, he once again saw the light in the eyes of his companions... just as when they were free from the dark blade.

They have never regretted it... and this is not the scene he has been expecting countless times in a long sleep?

"I..."

Joe Al actually walked out of the coffin with Dassohan's help. He looked at the others and the brothers waving at him. He said in a hoarse voice:

"I... finally, went home..."

"Thank you, thank you..."

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