Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Roar!"

The **** orc warlord in the battlefield pulled out a sharp arrow from his chest. While his own blood was spurting, he roared grimly, holding the battle axe in both hands, and slashed the human soldiers who were holding the shield in front of him. It was in two halves, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, more human warriors rushed towards him from all directions.

"Puff puff"

Three swords pierced his body from three directions. The orc's eyes were glared apart from bloodshot eyes. He roared and fought back. As a result, he saw a dwarf musket against his forehead.

Admiral Dai Lin was covered in blood and minced meat. He waved a epee in his left hand to drive the orc up, and the finger in his right hand pulled the trigger.

"boom"

The spicy smell of gunpowder rushed into his nostrils with a pungent blood smell, making the breathing admiral as if he had sucked something weird, and his body was full of power again, taking the soldiers to the eyes again. battlefield.

"For the Alliance! Kill!"

Behind the general, most of the orc warlords whose heads were lifted fell to the ground. Until the moment of the war, he still held the battle axe in his hand, and around this corpse, there was death all over the scorched earth, humans, Orcs, dwarves, elves, the sight, this barren land has been infiltrated with blood, and between these corpses, the remaining warriors are still fighting against each other's strength in the life and death, trying to cut off each other's heads.

The cruelest white-blade battle has been going on for 30 minutes, but the battlefield is still like a never-satisfied meat grinder. Under the stimulation of the battle roar and wailing of both sides, it ruthlessly devours more blood and more lives.

Here, mortals become butchers, butchers become heroes, heroes become monsters, there is no justice and no evil in this place, it is called the battlefield, it is also called hell.

"Boom Boom Boom"

The shaking of the earth has never stopped. The shamans of the tribe summoned angry earth and fire elements from under the dark red earth. These monsters who are not afraid of swords are holding the rear of the battlefield of the tribe, looting and looting. The returning Blackrock Orcs transported materials essential to the tribe from that passage.

Marshal Lothar, riding on the war horse, looked back at the Alliance camp that was already on fire. The wise general quickly understood the orcs' intentions. He turned his head and shouted to the elite paladins around him:

"Uther, Fording! Take the hands of silver to break away the shaman positions! Destroy that bridge!"

The two knights nodded and said that the horse rein pulled up. Soon, the paladins were like a sharp knife, ripping the battlefield between the tribe and the alliance, and rushed towards the rear of the tribe, but this is only the case. not enough!

"Iron Horse Brotherhood, come with me!"

The Grand Marshal took a quick breath, and his crotch armoured horse snorted. Behind the Marshal, the Knights of the Iron Horse Brotherhood loyal to him soon put out a punctured arrow formation, and Lothar was the knight's sharp knife. , Their horses accelerated on the battlefield covered with corpses, the horseshoes rubbed against the **** ground, splashing dazzling stains.

On the battle horse of Mercedes-Benz, Lothar's eyes narrowed. He grabbed a rifle in his hand. The sharp head changed direction, and finally pointed to the front of the orc's front.

Pointed to the chieftain Orgrim who was leading the Kukaron Guards on the battlefield.

An orc warrior who had just killed his opponent gasped and straightened his body. He breathed heavily, and the violent vibration of the ground made him turn back violently, and he saw the human being rushing in this direction. Heavy cavalry.

There was a flash of fear in the orc's eyes. He wanted to escape the path of death, but just one second after he had taken his steps, the fastest horse had been mentioned and hit him hard.

"boom"

The orc was bumped into the air, and his chest undulated abnormally. It was a sign of a broken sternum. He smashed into the ground. Mercedes-Benz's hoof stepped relentlessly on the body, crushing his flesh and blood. His bones were buried underground, like the cruelest funeral on the battlefield.

"Come with me! Knights!"

Lothar’s roar rang during the charge, more and more knights followed behind the Brotherhood of Iron Horses, joined this glorious charge, the number of people increased, and when approaching the front position of Orgrim, At least 3000 knights gathered.

This large-scale frontal collision is like a furrow plow that appears on the battlefield, dividing everything along the way into two in a brutal cut, and behind the chaotic battlefield that was cut, it has long been broken up. The infantry were also inspired by the marshal's courage. They held up their swords and shields, followed the knights, and along the battlefield they cut, just like the tide, they slapped **** the defensive front of the orcs.

In the era of cold weapons, such a decisive charge led by nobles can completely dominate the situation of a war.

"Protect the Great Chief!"

After realizing that the goal of the Grand Marshal is Orgrim himself, and the frontal battlefield is rapidly collapsing, the orc wolf cavalry and soldiers on the battlefield hardly need the command of the chief to quickly move towards the Austrian Graham rushed in the direction, and they tried to block Lothar's decisive charge, blocking the assault of human soldiers.

This kind of behavior cannot be wrong, but this instinctive action to protect the chieftain also dispelled the defense of the orc position. The number of orcs was already at a disadvantage. The large-scale warrior transfer quickly caused extremely bad consequences.

In front of Uther and Fording who rushed to the rear of the battlefield, a loophole appeared in the orc's solid defense, and the orcs attracted to the front of the battlefield accidentally exposed the wing protected by them!

They made a fatal mistake!

"Dal! Go and block the flanks!"

The chieftain Orgrim grabbed the old swordmaster's shoulders. The latter nodded and rushed towards the position where the rear was being broken with the Fireblade clan, and Orgrim himself saw the rush towards him. Union Marshal Anduin Losa, looking at the white hair escaping under the helmet of the Grand Marshal in Mercedes-Benz, and the respectable courage encased in his whole body, the chieftain suddenly burst into war.

"Just kill him..."

Orgrim turned over and mounted a black war wolf. He moved his neck. The war wolf also seemed to feel the master's fighting intention. It raised his head and made a sound of infiltrating wolf howl. Four claws were active, carrying the Austrian wolf. Grimm rushed to the battlefield in front of him.

"As long as Lothar is killed, the tribe has not lost!"

The chieftain's eyes locked Loza, who was rushing in front of him, and behind him, the Kukarons also followed their chieftain and launched a counterattack towards the human knights who seemed to be unstoppable.

It's like death.

The advantage of the wolf cavalry is flexibility. The power of frontal collision and the human heavy cavalry are not at the same level. From the high altitude, the battle between the two sides on the battlefield below is like a dark green arrow and a white arrow. It's like two swords that are not allowed to move at a distance. Each one will be completely broken after the collision.

"It's the last minute."

Tyrion looked at the battlefield below, a different light flashed in his ice-blue eyes.

Above the clouds in the sky, a black undead dragon with inscribed inscriptions gliding silently across the battlefield, the behemoth's huge eyes were beating with a dark red light, it didn't leave a trace of flesh and blood in the whole province, only the bones were connected , The wings are covered with broken periosteum, and between the flapping of the wings, the thick and obscure death energy escapes little by little.

Unlike those zombie dragons that have no soul, this undead dragon has a boneless body hidden in its bones. It is a real undead creation, one of the most terrifying wonders created by death, and a dark blade. The first killer weapon that the Cavaliers received at the bottom of the box.

"Look there! Tyraine, the tribe's red dragon!"

Glokus pointed to the dark sky ahead, and Tyrion could see it without looking up. At the sky behind the Horde and the Blackstone Tower, there were several red dragons hiding in the clouds and peering at the battlefield, Dragonmaw Orcs and Arcane The tribe of Grimm is already distracted. These dragon knights from Dragonmaw are naturally reluctant to pay too many casualties for the battle of Orgrim, so they are thrown on the edge to protect the materials recovered by the Blackstone Marauders. .

"They will affect our actions, there is no doubt about it!"

Glokus whispered, "Should I kill them first?"

"No need!"

Tyrion shook his head: "It's too late...but I believe that those red dragons who are voluntarily enslaved are not a problem..."

He crouched down and patted the skull of the Necrotic Dragon:

"I'm right, man, for those betrayers, you really want to teach them... then let go and do it!"

"Ok."

There was an obscure answer in the soul. The death knight pulled a cold smile on his cheek. He stood up, spread his arms, nodded at Glokus, and then leaned back like a black cross. Falling straight down from the head of the dragon in the sky, the necrotic dragon also gathered its wings, and the huge bone body followed the fallen death knight and landed towards the ground.

At the same time, the distance between the two armies of Mercedes-Benz was less than 100 meters. The human knight could see the fierce face of Mercedes-Benz's orc, and the orc could also see the cold eyes of those knights' helmets.

The headed Orgrim and Lothar stared at each other with death, and the old marshal's rifle was rock-solid in the gallop. In his eyes, Orgrim, who was alive and dead, was already a dead man.

"spread!"

When the orcs and humans were less than 50 meters left, the chieftain's roar rang on the shaking ground. Behind him, the elite Kukarons pulled the reins of the war wolves and jumped towards the sides quickly. Going out, the next moment, the human knight who had been unable to change direction slammed into their separate battlefields.

Some orcs who were too late to escape were hit into the sky, more orcs and their war wolves were pierced by human rifles, but those orcs who avoided the frontal charge pulled the reins at this moment, and the roaring war wolves from The ground on both sides jumped up, and with their masters, the human knights were thrown down on the ground from the side.

At this speed, this blessing of kinetic energy, many knights who fell to the ground were killed on the spot, and the orcs and their war wolves were stepped on the ground by the subsequent human knights, and turned into a group of disgusting and vague flesh.

But the wolf cavalry dispersed, but Orgrim did not dodge. On the contrary, he pulled the reins of the black war wolf and made the beast run wilder. At the moment when he almost touched Loza’s lance, The Chief Warrior's four-clawed wolf forced his master to leap from the ground. The wolf's teeth were bitten on the neck of the Lothar's horse. The armor was bitten by this crazy beast.

But at the next moment, Lothar's horse squeaked and raised his front hooves, kicking fiercely on the waist of the black war wolf. This heavy blow broke the black war wolf's spine, but even such a fatal injury, this The crazy beast still didn't let go of his teeth.

In the blood of the war horse and the wolf, Orgrim himself jumped from the saddle through the last game of the war wolf, just like wrestling, the Anduin Losa behind the war horse Throw down the horse.

The lance in the hands of the old marshal swept fiercely on Orgrim's waist and smashed the chieftain, but he himself also fell **** the ground. For an old man in his 50s It was said that this blow was vicious, the sturdy helmet was flung out, and the collision on the ground made Marshal Lothar's decent hair scattered, making him dizzy.

The instinct from an old warrior made him subconsciously pull out the epee behind him, but in a battlefield where there was nowhere to go, he looked up and saw Orgrim's brown body, waving black in the blurred vision Hammer of Destruction rushed towards him fiercely.

"boom"

The epee and the warhammer collided together. In the mighty power of the orc chieftain, the long sword in Lothar's hand was broken. In the grin of Orgrim, the screaming warhammer descended from the sky, towards Lothar without any protection. The head fell.

"Anduin Lothar was buried here!"

"Tribe, win!"

"Do not!"

Marshal Lothar’s adjutant, the Holy Light on the Paladin Turalyon’s body had swelled to the extreme. He madly cut down the orc warrior in front and rushed in the direction of Marshal Lothar’s fall. We also roared to charge in this direction, but the orcs kept their pace, they would not let these alliance dogs destroy the victory of the chieftain.

In this roar of destruction and salvation, the night sky above the sky was shrouded in deeper darkness. Tyrion was doing free-falling free-fall movement in the air. He seemed to be flying.

At the moment near the ground, he saw the warhammer that Orgrim smashed, saw the helplessness that flashed in Losa's eyes, and the unwillingness and abandonment that followed, saw the marshal closed his eyes and waited for death, Terry Ang's mouth twitched a stiff smile.

"I'm here, I've seen...Next, it's time to conquer..."

"Uh"

The black wings flew open suddenly, smashing the figure like a meteor into the center of the battlefield of the chieftain and the veteran marshal. The corrosive black storm rolled up the dust of the dust and flesh and blood, and completely wiped out the battlefield. cover.

At this moment, all the sounds, the collision of weapons, the roar of the soldiers, and the wailing of the soldiers were completely quiet. All eyes were gathered on that side of the battlefield. Whether it is humans or orcs, they are expecting their own victory.

The smoke dispersed, and the orcs were disappointed to find that the chief's warhammer did not smash Lothar's head, and the soldiers of the Union were also horrified to find that Marshal Lothar was being held in the hands of a black knight.

"You! It's you... traitor!"

Orgrim's Warhammer was steadily held in the air by a fierce dark red giant blade. He looked at the spoiled **** in front of him, and the **** was also watching him, and there was silence in his ice-blue eyes.

"I haven't seen you in a long time, Chief Chief, don't come unharmed?"

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