Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The orcs are burning and looting, it looks like they will be at dawn."

On the edge of Alterac City, the death knights got together and reported to the new boss on the battlefield. Glokush stood with arms folded in the dark night of the snow. He stared at the burning city behind him, the flames, Blood, destruction, death, these can no longer impress him, no matter before or after death, he has been dealing with these things.

"Then let them go. The soldiers stationed in this city have been defeated. There is nothing to stop these orcs."

Probably, the increasing flames disgusted the Death Knight. He took a few steps back, and Shen Sheng said:

"This city, this country, has no hope, and the next real battle is Dalaran!"

"Cough"

The familiar cough interrupted Glokush's words, and Blackhand was silent for a while. He waved his hand and spread out obediently with the death knights behind him, blending into the dark night behind him as a surrender These death knights who originally followed Talon Gorefiend were reluctant to touch the secrets of the new boss, especially when Glorious was standing behind the terrifying Tyrion, and it was their best to pinch their tails. Way of doing things.

No one wants to live so stubbornly, but the problem is that, thanks to the "good reputation" left by the blood demon, in the two worlds now, in addition to the Knight of the Dark Blade, these unbelievable betrayal leaders repeatedly There is nowhere to go.

Glokus walked into the cedar forest at night, in the middle of the shadowy forest, a floating shadow was suspended above the snow, and it was the mysterious Daval Prestor Lord, of course. This time, it was just a magic illusion.

He was still dressed as an impeccable human aristocracy. His burning eyes looked at Glokus with a meaningful light. After a moment, Lord Daval nodded slightly:

"You and your orc associates are doing well, death knight. I basically recognize your ability. The ants can do this step pretty well. It stands to reason that your experience of serving me should stop here, but not Coincidentally, I just heard your next attack target...Mage City, Dalaran, right?"

Glokus didn't speak. He nodded, then stared at the magical avatar in front of him. While waiting for his speech, Lord Presto reached out his hand and rubbed his perfect moustache on his chin. After a moment, he whispered Say:

"Although Dalaran is currently repairing the city defense that was almost defeated by the tribe a few months ago, even if you look at it in the most optimistic way, at least one third of the fighting power shown by you ants will be lost. Is it possible to enter that mage city... obviously you need help."

Glokus blinked, and he asked:

"So, at what cost?"

"Hahaha, look at what I found! A dead man wiser than most living people is really pleasant."

Lord Daval laughed heartily, and after a while, his expression became somber again:

"Of course, I can help you and create an extremely good opportunity for you, but as you said, this is not without cost. First, I want you to destroy the order maintained by those nasty mages! Set fire to kill , Loot, whatever you do!"

"Secondly, when leaving from Dalaran, I have a batch of important goods that will be transported to Delano. I will take the time to check your world, so don't try to deceive me."

The death knight thought for a moment, and he nodded decisively in response to Tyrion's instructions:

"So cooperative, Mr. Daval."

"Treasure this opportunity, but I rarely trust such a group of inferior creatures so much."

Proud Lord Daval wielded his black cloak. The magic avatar disappeared into the cold air in the form of a beating flame. The death knight stayed in place for a few minutes, but in the end, he could not recall the purpose of the mysterious guy This is normal. Glokush is not a wise warrior no matter before or after death.

But this does not prevent him from making a decision. The current cooperation between the two parties is beneficial to the Dark Blade Knights.

At the same time that Alterac City was burning, at the deepest part of the inaccessible trail in the southern part of the mainland, a cruel fight was also going on.

Around the towering black mage Takarazan, which seemed to be in the clouds, the souls that the Star Mage struggled to maintain, and the ghosts who were still indulging in the scenery of the past, were involved in a sudden without warning. In the war.

During their lifetime, these ghosts were just human nobles who often came to the mage tower to attend banquets. They were not good at fighting, and even hated the fear of war. From this temperament, even after death, they would not become powerful necromancers.

Hundreds of orc warriors from Ner'zhul waved their weapons, and the shaman's tongue of fire was inserted on the ground, drawing the power of the element, blessing a magic flame on the warriors' blades so that they could hurt To these pure soul bodies.

"Help! Help! Open the door!"

The Duchess of Albrock, the gorgeously dressed female ghost looked at the surrounding chaos, terrified her body trembling, paralyzed in front of Karazhan's gate, and slapped the door bolt frantically.

Behind her, the ghosts whose memories were blocked fled in the roar of the orcs. The chief of the Thunder King clan Fenris rode on his own wolf. From time to time, he threw out the burning spear in his hand and pierced one after another. A struggling soul dragged them back to his side, while the big shaman Ner'zhul standing beside him looked at these weird souls on the edge of a chaotic battlefield as a researcher.

A ghost of a little nobleman riding on a skeleton war horse looked at the old orc with a trembling look. He said hardly:

"Please don't hurt us. I can take you to the back door of this mage tower. There is the exit of the servants. There is no barrier to your door. Stop this brutal killing. We have no injustice. I beg you."

Faced with this requirement, Ner'zhul raised his head and patted the soul dust in his hand. He took his thousand soul soul stick from the hand of the warrior next to him, and gently on the ground, those elements blessed by the shaman The flame disappeared instantly on the blades of the orcs, so that the orcs could no longer hurt these unarmed human ghosts.

After stopping the war, the old shaman looked at the little noble in front of him and said softly:

"The illusory life given by Medivh is bright and beautiful, but it also traps all the cowardly people. According to the orc tradition, the dead should return to their ancestral land. What you need is not to cherish this meaningless illusion. , What you need is complete relief."

Faced with this statement, the ghost of the little nobleman riding on the Skeletal Warhorse grinned hard and stretched his hand to wipe the sweat that did not exist on his forehead. He clutched the horse rein and said with some fear:

"More than 2 months ago, another visitor came here, he gave me a horse, and also gave me the opportunity to leave here. In the occasional empty time, I will ride a horse on the headwind. Running on the road, I once unexpectedly met the soldiers from Yeshi Town. From their mouths, I learned the truth... We died, and died for several years. The outside world has turned upside down."

Speaking of which, the little noble looked up and looked at Ner'zhul seriously:

"We are incompatible with the outside world. We have been abandoned by the world of the living. It is probably only me who knows the cruel truth here, but I have no choice to tell them."

"Dear shaman, even after death, I think we have the power of choice compared to other ghosts. Some people continue to follow the long time, but some people choose to stay in the best memories. You may be saying Truth, but for our dead ghosts who evade reality, truth and logic may not matter."

This remark is very sincere, and Ner'zhul, who has served the spirit of the ancestors for many years, also understood the meaning of the ghost in front of him. After a while, he waved his staff and the orcs of the Thunder King clan recovered their weapons and stood Behind the chieftain, Ner'zhul looked at the ghost in front of him and said softly:

"You were bitten by a false viper, hungry to drink and drink in the undead river, thirst can't be suppressed, but illusion is illusion, sooner or later... cheating on death will cost you, sir, but It has nothing to do with us! Now, take us to the entrance of the servant you said!"

The old shaman raised his head and looked at the dead black mage tower, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes:

"Since the host here is unwilling to open the door of welcome, the anxious guests can only break in rudely."

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"These **** orcs!"

Nielas Elan stood on Karazhan’s balcony and looked at the chaotic battlefield below. The ghost mage clenched the staff in his hand. Beside him, was a soldier in worn armor, although Without the power that once slammed Fang Qi, but it was easy to see his face through the lighting of the balcony, this was the Union Marshal Anduin Losa who escaped the death doom.

Compared with Archmage Elan, Lothar clearly knew more about the orcs. He looked at the battlefield below with a telescope, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Mage Elland, don't you mean Karazhan is under close magical surveillance at the entrance of the upwind path? Why can the orcs invade here directly?"

"It's those shamans!"

Elan responded a little rashly:

"The elements of the shaman calling here, after demolishing the surveillance, rushed into the area controlled by Karazhan at a very rapid rate. They had a means to deal with the undead. Those ghost mists could not stop them. Karazhan's defensive knot The realm is also useless in front of the old orc. Obviously, they are prepared!"

"Can it be transferred?"

Losamo held his finger and asked, "I heard Medivh said that some areas on the upper level of this mage tower can be transferred to the void in a critical moment. Mage Merri and Ms. Aegwynn are not here. Yes, we need to avoid this battle!"

"No!"

Nielas Elan pulled down his mage hat, he said in a deep voice:

"The shamans called for the elements to block the space around Karazhan. Although these natural worship casters are not as good as traditional mages in the attainments of teleportation, but their fit with the elements, in this occasion of blockade and defense, It’s unmatched by the mages. If Medivh and Aegwynn are still alive, I can risk breaking through and transferring, but now... almost impossible."

"I have asked Moros to summon all the fighting ghosts in this tower, but in the face of the menacing orcs, we are not sure."

Lothar lowered his telescope. He adjusted his armor, pulled out his sword shield with his backhand, and waved his weapon. He said in a deep voice:

"So, I will join the battle!"

"you can not!"

Elan turned his head and said to Lothar: "In Medivh's future plan, you occupy a very important position. We rescued you from the battlefield, and we are not desperate to go to the orc!"

Lothar wanted to say something, but Elan stopped him.

"Listen to me, Anduin, I watched you grow up, I am very clear about how brave you are, but now, I need you to use your courage reasonably, Artumen has prepared a horse for you, The ghosts of Karazhan and I will fight for your time to leave and go to Stormwind City!"

"But those time guardians..."

Lothar stayed in Karazhan for nearly 2 months. He was not ignorant. A guy like him who had escaped his destiny had already been watched by the bronze dragons. Once he left Karazhan, he would be attacked by the bronze dragon immediately. Arrest, how hard it is to say the ending.

"The bronze dragon guarding this timeline has disappeared!"

Elan whispered: "She has been attracted all the attention by Tyrion. Dawnblade. There is no sign of her activity in these 2 months, this is our chance, although these strange orcs may not be rushing You’re here, but we can’t take risks, go, go to Stormwind City, wait until everything is quiet, and then come back.”

In the broken hall below Karazhan, between the collapsed pillars and the ruins of the stone, the housekeeper Moros put on a set of bright red leather armor with two sharp daggers in his waist. In front of him, Karazhan The ghosts gathered together in the hall, listening to the steward's speech.

There are Artummen, Karazhan’s best hunter leader, the opera actor who is best at fighting, the giant guardian golem that is urgently activated, and some skeleton mage with flames burning in his eyes.

"The enemy has approached Karazhan, and the master needs us to take up arms and defend our home!"

Moros shouted in a low voice:

"Before we fall, the invaders want to get close to the secret of the master! It is an honor to die for Karazhan!"

The words of the loyal butler have just fallen, and the tight wooden door at the rear was kicked out in a bursting gesture, and the wood chips flew across. Among them, she was carrying a warhammer dotted with spar fragments, wearing heavy and gritty armor, and even the blue tail was covered with an inverted triangle, like a sharp steel protection.

Like a fierce steel beast.

Icy eyes swept across the crowd of people in front of him, and the intruder pressed the warhammer in his hand against the ground, making a heavy noise.

"Listen, the mice are whispering in the dark, plotting to fight against their natural enemies! But sorry..."

"Yrel is here! Official business!"

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