Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I have been wondering how Mr. Presto will help us..."

Glokus stood on a hillside not far from the city of Dalaran, looking at the lit city in the distance in the dark, and the monster flying over the night, as a dead man, he should not be surprised This emotion, but after seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Actually... Dragon..."

Seeing that a dead man was shocked, the illusion of Lord Presto standing beside Glokus showed a smile of satisfaction, and seemed to be very satisfied with the appearance of his "servants".

"Everyone thinks they are the master of the world, and the magicians of Dalaran think that mastering the magic can manipulate the whole world. They challenge the world arbitrarily, like a group of ants who challenge giants. You see, I just bounced. Fingers, let them see a fact clearly..."

"What fact?"

Glokus turned over, and after the Skeletal Warhorse was ready to charge, he looked back at the magical illusion that was fading away. On the already distorted cheek, the mysterious lord's final mockery remained.

"I brought them back to the system of life in this world, where they were supposed to be...one foot stepped to death...the ants!"

Seeing the magic illusion disappear, the orc death knight's expressionless face showed a trace of disdain. Maybe this lord is indeed powerful, but he is not pretending to be human, and lives in human rules?

I don't know where this strange arrogance came from...

"Click"

The black iron helmet was closed and only gray eyes were shown. The axe in the death knight's hand waved forward. This silent action represented the beginning of the attack, and while the death knights rushed to the burning Dalaran, In the other direction, Grom’s orcs have entered a panicked city of magic.

Dalaran, one of the seven nations of mankind, the smallest country, only one city is managed by the mages, that is, the pure white city of Dalaran, located on the shore of Lake Lordan Mill, the holy place for human mages.

In the second war between the orcs and humans, which ended just a few months ago, the orcs led by Orgrim besieged the city. Under the tenacious resistance of the mages, the orcs failed to break it, but the city was three points outside. One of the buildings was destroyed by war.

After the war, the masters were busy restoring the order of the human world with the rulers of various countries. On the one hand, they also seized the time to recuperate their only city. The noble masters of the masters will certainly not go to build cities by themselves, mysterious and noble The magic cannot be used for such lowly things, so they recruited many workers from the surrounding human towns.

And this no-fault measure, in this dark raid night, brought Dalaran an unimaginable disaster.

More than 20 black dragons flapped their wings and flew over Dalaran. These behemoths were no different from the red dragons that the orcs had manipulated, but the black dragons that were good at melee were stronger than the red dragons, with larger wings and more scales. The hard, spouting dragon fire is hotter and more lethal, and the temperament is more brutal.

As a betrayal of the guardian dragon corps 10,000 years ago, the black dragon that was hunted down and hidden has not been on the stage of history for thousands of years. Now, these black monsters that have almost been declared extinct suddenly appear in nowhere The precautionary Dalaran was skyward, they let out a low hiss, like playing a cruel game, igniting the newly built houses with a scorching dragon breath.

Mages armed with knowledge and magic may not be afraid of the black dragon, but ordinary people cannot... At the moment when the first dragon fire broke down, thousands of workers in a deep sleep fell into a riot. They Panicking and escaping everywhere, like a headless fly, was driven by a dragon fire obviously carrying a certain strategy, and ran towards the city.

The order of Dalaran was disrupted in an instant.

On the dozens of mage towers built inside the city, the active mage has begun to move. Between the dragons and fires falling from the sky, the night of Dalaran is illuminated by the luster of the magic guided by the mage, everywhere The flying fireballs, ice cones, and some defensive enchantments, the roar of magic, and the roar of the dragon, made Grom Hellscream rush into the city along the fire and couldn't help raising his head.

At the sight, the ray of light has drawn a gorgeous trajectory in the dark, just like watching a war movie, and the panic in the city in front of you is the background of this cruel movie.

"Find the treasure trove of mages! Don't fight with them!"

Dalaran is not the same as Alterac City, there is also a counterattack here, so the chief gave a decisive order, at the same time that the orcs rushed into the street almost silently through the chaos of the city, at another On one side, the death knights, like ink dripping into the sea, quickly disappeared into the burning city.

"Where did these black dragons come from?"

The prince of Kael'thas stands on the platform at the top of his mage tower, and around him, the wizards of Quel'Thalas have built a strong enchantment. Some combat mages are expelling the black dragon in the sky, while the elven prince For yourself, you are thinking about the situation in front of you.

"Aoao!"

A frantic roar awakened the prince. He raised his head and saw that the purple enchantment of the wizard tower on the left was torn by two black dragons with claws, and the third black dragon gathered its wings and hit it like a meteor. The top of the gray mage tower.

"boom"

Like being directly hit by a cannonball, the bricks were flying across. The prince clearly saw the disaster of the human mages. The young apprentice was almost hit by the black dragon on the front. Between the blood splashes, the body was torn apart, just like the mage. Like the tower, it was completely destroyed by the brutal black dragon.

"That's the mage tower assigned to Mage Khadgar."

The high elf mage Lanna Sur standing behind the prince whispered:

"Kadgar himself is not here, only some apprentices are maintaining, they are not opponents of the dragon at all...it's a pity."

The black dragon in the sky that destroyed the mage tower shook his huge head. The impact just made it dizzy, but looking back at the blood stains of the corpses in the destroyed mage tower and ruins, it made this brutal giant feel. A touch of joy.

It spread its wings, raised its head, and just wanted to express its emotions with a roar, and saw the flame storm from the right explode in a cumbersome and complicated spell, the flames that came out of the spell were like Like a big net, the unexpectedly wrapped black dragon was wrapped up.

"Help Dalaran maintain order, Lanna Ser, this is goodwill from Quel'Thalas."

The handsome face of Prince Kael'thas had no expression. He took a step forward, suspended in the air, and the gorgeous robe fluttered in the night breeze, accompanied by the dancing of his fingers, a bird-like crisp cry was burning. The flames sounded, and the magical elements flapping the wings of the flames flew into the air. Its body was dotted with the same plumes of flame, with red and golden lights floating, and there were beautiful feathers at the tail.

It looks like the emblem of Quel'Thalas, the real phoenix.

"Aust...stop this atrocity!"

The prince stretched out his left hand and flicked it gently. A beating flame burst from his fingertips like a light cannon, knocking the other black dragon flying off, and the third black dragon opened his mouth and wanted to squirt out. The scorching shadow flame, but when it opened its mouth, the phoenix-like elemental creature flapped its wings and disappeared in place. When it appeared again, the scorching and slender bird's beak pierced into the dragon's neck. .

In the painful roar of the Black Dragon, Quel'Thalas' battle mages joined the battle, and this was just the beginning. The ruler of Dalaran, the magic from the six-member council was shaking over the city. Obviously, the magi They were also irritated by the attack, and they launched a counterattack.

But the black dragon in the sky has attracted too much attention. The news of the orcs entering the city has not yet reached the ears of the mages, because the guys who have seen the orcs have been brutally killed.

"boom"

The locked gate of the Dalaran bank’s treasure house was split by blood roars, and the heavy gate burst into magical sparks as the sparks splashed, and the tall, tall Grom walked into the mage in the shrill warning In their treasure trove.

"This is it! The treasures of the Masters are here! Search!"

At the command of the chief, the orcs rushed into the treasure house quickly. The exquisite collections, valuable works of art, and manuscripts that were hard to buy were all rudely thrown on the ground, broken, trampled, and torn. .

Behind Grom, the bodies of the six battle mage guarding the treasure house were scattered on the ground, and the corpses were separated. Their final resistance caused Grom to lose several fighters, but their warning did not attract them. The patrol of Dalaran.

Compared to the orcs, the chaotic black dragons in the sky are the real big trouble.

"Don't say anything, no one will hurt you, humans."

At the same time, in the library showroom in the center of Dalaran, Glokus looked around, and there were books everywhere, and in front of him, a human mage wearing a robe, he stood there, seemingly not at all Did not see the death knight rushing in, completely immersed in his reading, a little cat lying on his shoulder, looked at the death knight in front of him with curious eyes.

This unusual reaction made the orc stunned, and then he stepped forward, trying to grab the grotesque mage’s neck, but before touching his neck, a beating of flames prevented Glokush’s brutal behavior. .

"Human, tell me, where is the eye of Dalaran?"

The mage turned his head and pushed the monocle on the bridge of his nose. There was no confusion and fear in his eyes. On the contrary, he also carried a trace of curiosity that made Glokus creepy.

"Are you a death knight? I have solved many of your kind before. Frankly speaking, this combination of soul and corpse has no beauty, it really makes me less interested, but you seem to be an exception."

The black mage reached out and touched the kitten on his shoulder. He looked at Glokus. After an embarrassing ten seconds, he seemed to lose interest. He coughed slightly, pointed to the top of his head, and paid attention again. Focus on the book in front of you:

"The things you want are on the second floor, go get it, be quiet, don't disturb me to read... otherwise you will be solved!"

This attitude left the orc death knight a little puzzled, but instinctively told him that the neurotic black mage in front of him had a weirdness. He took a step back, turned and walked up the ladder, and after a while, the weapon pierced the body, and The scream before dying, and the rhythm of magical launch, if there is a rancid **** smell, the interference of all these makes a flash of anger flash on the black mage's face.

"Mr. Bigworth, you said, shall we kill this idiot?"

He stroked the kitten on his shoulder, as if seeking advice from a pet. The latter responded with a milky voice:

"Meow~"

"Well, then he was lucky."

A dozen seconds later, Glokush, holding a suitcase, walked down from the second floor. Behind him were **** footprints one after another. He looked back at the weird mage. He still seemed to be immersed in knowledge. In the ocean, the death knight saw a line of golden silk thread on the mage's black robe.

"Kel'Thuzad?"

Glokus was silent on this line of words, and finally, in the quiet and strange atmosphere of the two, he strode away from the library.

The streets of Dalaran are already covered with corpses, most of them were burned to death by the breath of the black dragon, and a small part were hacked to death by the orcs. Then, Glokus looked around. He felt a magic power approaching, so he decisively rode his skeleton horse and rushed out of the city.

Ten minutes later, at the edge of the forest where the death knights started, Glokus waited for the returning death knights...there were only two people, and their battles were immediately filled with all kinds of weapons.

"Only you two are back?"

The orc death knight frowned, looking at the two death knights one tall and one short: "What about the others?"

"They are all dead, boss!"

The short death knight's eyes rolled, Shen Sheng said:

"The orcs under Grom's arbitrary hacking of humans attracted the revenge of the wizards, all the brothers were trapped, only the two of us escaped."

The tall death knight also offered a treasure to open a pocket full of weapons and said to Glokus:

"Boss, we ransacked all the weapon shops in Dalaran and took back all the magic weapons that we could see."

"Yeah yeah!"

The short death knight answered:

"Our organization has a small number of people, but we still need to develop. Sophisticated weapons are necessary. This is our dedication to the organization, but it has done some insignificant work."

"Huh? All died in the hands of the mage?"

Glokus didn't believe this at all, he could feel that the two guys were hiding something, but since they could escape from the burning Dalaran, they proved their ability, according to Tyrion Meaning, these semi-finished death knights are "cannon fodder" for sacrifice, and no one will care about their life and death.

"Something is in hand, it's time to retreat!"

The orc waved his hand, turned his horse, and the short death knight looked back at the burning city behind him, he asked in a low voice

"Boss, do you want to wait for Chief Grom?"

"Why wait? What do they have to do with us?"

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