Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 144: 18. Daval Presto's "Sincerity" [19/100]

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Lexar, this is an alien among the orcs of the tribe.

Many people have heard of his name, but few people have actually seen him. He has a very strange appearance. There are two battle axes that are said to be magic weapons, and he is covered with a quirky black wolf leather helmet. Half of his face looked like a bat mask.

He was still a half-orc, yes, half-orcs like Garona, maybe both of them are absolute representatives of all half-orcs, but the fate of the two is actually equally bad.

Garona is a hybrid of draenei and orcs, while Lexar is a hybrid of ogres and orcs. Compared to the rare hybrid of Garona, the bloodline of Lexar is actually not unusual. In the world of Tarongol, there is a reclusive small clan called Moknasa, all of which are hybrids of ogres and orcs. They refuse to join the tribe and refuse to communicate with other orcs.

But the orcs of the Moknasa clan are generally tall and strong. The blood lines of the ogres give them unparalleled strength. They are good at hunting and are one of Draenor's best hunters.

Before the first invasion of Azeroth, the savage Blackhan forced Moknassa to join his tribe. The clan chief Leolocks of Moknassa rejected this rude request, and the two sides almost went to war. At that time, Rexxar, the son of Chief Leoroks, took the initiative to stand up. He wanted Blackhan to show his loyalty and was willing to fight for him.

Blackhan agreed to this request because of Lexar's bravery, and Lexar followed the brutal chief into Azeroth.

He was supposed to be outstanding, but it was a pity. At that time, it was a dark period when the Shadow Council ruled. These poisonous warlocks forced Rexxar to join them. The latter refused. These warlocks designed to kill him. Rexxar was lucky to escape. It is a pity. He grew up with him as a brother, but the war wolf Halasa was killed by the warlock.

Because of this, Lexar began to hate Blackhan’s tribe. He ordered to take a squad away from the frontal battlefield, fight guerrilla warfare with those trolls in the dangerous Valley of Thorns, and even capture the chieftain in Orgrim. Bit, sincerely invited Rexxar to return to the battlefield, he was rejected.

This powerful orc warrior is arrogant. He insists that the beast that accompanies him is more reliable than the so-called "civilized world".

After Orgrim's defeat, Rexxar returned to Draenor, but was rejected by the Moknasa clan for violating his father's orders. He could only become a wanderer, and then heard of Draenor Orcs With the secrets of the draenei and the rumor that the devil is bound to come, for his world and those who have abandoned him, Rexxar once again joined the Ner'zhul's tribe.

"Listen to me, Lexa, I heard what the Shadow Council did to you, and I also know that you have resentment against the Horde, which is normal."

Ner'zhul put a rolled scroll of animal skin into Lexar's hands, and he said to the lonely orc warrior:

"I don’t ask you to forgive us, but since you are willing to fight with us, it means that you are also willing to contribute to your world. This is a map of Azeroth brought back by Saurfang. On the other side of this continent, opposite the endless sea, there is a wilderness continent that is no smaller than this continent. The most important thing is that there is no human power!"

"Take the ogres that are loyal to you, go there and explore there!"

Ner'zhul straightened his body, and when Rexxar bent down, he touched the shoulder of this tall orc, the old shaman said with a trace of exhaustion:

"If our adventure in Draenor fails, this world... the continent you find will become the last new world of the orcs..."

This request revealed Ner'zhul's lack of self-confidence. Obviously, the old shaman did not have any confidence in his partner. He was only forced to resort to danger.

"How can a few artifacts work...well, maybe I really...really old."

Ner'zhul's body seemed to be more rickety, he whispered a few words, and turned to leave Lexar's tent, while the silent tribal warrior looked at the scroll in his hand, which was associated with the world of Draenor Relatives here, under his eccentric black wolf skin mask, a flash of firmness flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, Grom's carefully selected Warsong Warriors rode on the mighty two-legged flying dragon, led by more than 20 Darkblade Knights, and quickly marched towards the North Xinjiang.

The bipedal dragon is a unique flying beast in the world of Draenor. These monster-like mounts have two slender heads like snakes. They are extremely fierce. Some talented bipedal dragons will even breathe flames. With curved corners, the wings are extremely huge, and the tail is like a scorpion.

These beasts are very dangerous. They are almost the same as the Alliance Griffons. They are all near the top of the food chain in the air, and their short-range flight ability is as fast as the Griffon. But when it comes to long-distance flight, the extremely enduring bipedal dragon can not sleep. The endless flight for 3 days completely left the Griffon behind.

As for the Dark Blade Knight, led by Glokus, he manipulated the Silent Necrotic Dragon's Death Bell, carrying the death knights who were sincere, and flying directly over the rebuilding Stormwind City, taking the nearest air flight distance.

Sleepless and crazy forward, just three days, they crossed most of the continent, came to the Hillsbrad Foothills, at the foothills of the remote mountains of Tarren Mill and Alterac Mountains The mighty team finally landed once.

"Aoao"

The extremely tired bipedal dragons were reluctant to move forward even if they were whipped. The same tired orcs also needed a rest. Although Grom was very anxious, he could only order a day off in the face of this situation. .

Of course, the death knights did not have this kind of trouble. After leaving a group of death knights on guard, Glokush personally took 6 death knights along the remote and difficult mountain road, and rushed into the chaotic Altland at this time. Within the mountains.

Despite sitting in fertile ground like the Hillsbrad Foothills, Alterac’s royal family has considered its safety to establish its capital on a cold mountain. This is actually a very good idea, at least in In the past hundreds of years, no matter what kind of turmoil, it has not threatened this mountain city enveloped by cold winds and blizzards.

Of course, it is impossible for nobles to stay in this ghost place for a long time, so apart from the royal family, there are actually very few residents here. Most Alterac residents are concentrated around the towns of Tarren Mill and Nanhai. The scattered population also caused the Alterac royal family to weakly control the domestic aristocracy. The result of endless fighting was the overall national strength of Alterac kingdom, which belonged to the weakest column in the alliance.

"Alterac City..."

Glokus stood in the cold and windy depression, looking at the city surrounded by snow and snow in the distance. The city built in this ghost place must not be as huge as the city of Lordaeron or Stormwind. In fact, Austria The area of ​​Trank City is very small, only a quarter of Lordaeron City, but this city is a real fortress city, and the tall walls are deadlocked to the depths of the Alterac Mountains. path of.

Moreover, the city is built with very chicken thieves, all three sides are covered by nearly vertical mountains, and it is almost impossible to want to raid.

This situation made Glokus feel a little tricky. Although he nominally only assisted Grom. Hellscream to obtain the artifact, in fact, as the first old member to join the Dark Blade Knights, Tyrion did not treat him at all. Concealing his plan, in the future planning of Tyrion, whether it is the book of Medivh, the eye of Dalaran, or the scepter of Sargeras, are very important strategic materials.

The death knight didn’t even think about helping the orcs build a kind of civilized fire. Tyrion’s purpose was simple: to let the orcs help him retrieve these things, and then... the tribe would be worthless, waiting for them to return to the door of darkness. On one side, a large Necromancer will wait for them in Draenor, and then turn the tribe led by Ner'zhul into a part of the Necromancer...

This is probably the last step between the two parties, and no one knows what Tyrion is like Glokush. Even the orc death knight sometimes doubts whether Tyrion has fallen completely. After death, there is no longer his own feelings. Under the body, is it still the soul who once told him to challenge his destiny?

No one knows... After stepping into the world of Draenor, Tyrion’s behavior becomes more bizarre and cruel. Glokus knows that he has made a plan. After the tribe is defeated, Tyrion’s hands The butcher's knife will be waved towards the draenei who are hiding. It is said that Serrent has found the hidden place of the draenei...

"Hey, friend, what are you looking for?"

A sudden voice interrupted Glokush's thinking. The death knight withdrew his battle axe involuntarily, turned his head to look behind him, and those death knights who followed him on the snowy ground where the death knights were originally warned It had fallen across the ground, and although there was no trace of fighting on the outside, Glokus could clearly feel that the fire of the soul inside their dead body had been completely extinguished.

And from the surrounding traces, these 6 death knights were knocked down in an instant.

The culprit is the man suspended in the snow! He wore a black hunting suit often worn by human nobles. His elegant trench coat hunted and flew in the snow. His black hair was meticulously combed. It looked like a handsome and stable human noble. He was in his 30s, but the pair Eyes... Those eyes that are actually burning.

This is a ruthless character!

"Human! Who are you!"

Glokus took a step back. The sudden emergence of the human nobility brought him unimaginable oppression. Even when facing Gul'dan, the threat of heartbeat was not as violent as it is now.

Facing the problem of Glokus, the dark-haired noble in front of him raised his eyebrows. He reached out and touched his perfectly trimmed beard. He said softly:

"Human? Do you think I'm the same kind of worms?"

"Danger!"

The warning from the depths of the soul made Glokus jump to the other side quickly, but at the moment he jumped, the human aristocracy waved his hand and had no contact at all, but the unparalleled power hit the death through the air On the knight's body, his body wrapped in armor flew out like a cannonball, and hit the rock behind.

The snow on the entire hillside drifted chaotically at this moment, but soon fell more smoothly under the blessing of another force.

The loud noise of the collision was hidden in the whizzing storm here, quietly dissipating.

The black-haired nobleman suspended in the air walked forward. He stood in front of the broken mountain stone and looked at the orc death knight in the herringbone recessed in the stone. There was a sneering smile on his face. Waving, he pulled him out of the stone and threw it on the snow under his feet.

Just a random blow completely defeated the second-ranked Death Knight in the Dark Blade Knights.

Glokush felt that every bone in his body was going to be broken. The death energy in his body rolled over to repair his body. The dark-haired nobleman squatted aside with interest, watching the death knight's Self-healing, a moment later, he yawned boringly, stood up, and threw a heavy thick book on Glokus' chest.

"I heard that the orc world is in trouble, so you are here for this, right?"

"The book of Medivh, known as a magical gem, but it’s just arrogant fantasy written by mortals, meaningless things... Listen, death knight, I have paid you, I want you and your orc associates here Late looting Alterac City, it doesn’t matter how many people you kill, or how much you rob!”

The dark-haired noble reached out and adjusted his clothes. His burning eyes looked at the dead knight under his feet. He grunted:

"The point is, the great King Aiden Pirino must die in the hands of the orcs! Understand? If you do well and make me happy, maybe I will give you some rewards... believe me, for For mortals, it is a supreme gem."

"You, who the **** are you!"

Glokush, who was lying on the ground, was struggling to ask. This question made the black-haired nobleman who turned away smiled. He turned his head and reached for his hair, and said in a very magnetic voice:

"You can call me Count Prestor... or Lord Daval Prestor, you see, I have expressed my kindness, and my temper is a little irritable, so at midnight tonight, I don’t care What method do you use, if I haven’t seen Alterac City burning flames, you and your orc associates may be in trouble..."

"Prestor?"

Hearing the name, Glokush's eyes jumped, and before leaving, Tyrion told him the name...

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