Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 424: 42. Juvenile Fantasy Rafting

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"boom"

The last knight covered in frost fell to Tyrion’s feet, under the heavy helmet, the unwillingness of those eyes shining so bright, but the sad man did not have enough power to protect himself and himself Loyalty and faith.

In other words, their biggest problem is that they chose the wrong opponent.

The magic sword in Tyrion's hand is dripping warm blood little by little as he advances, and tonight, it tastes delicious blood.

And behind the King of Dark Blades, Arthas, whose left leg was broken, struggled to crawl on the ground. There was no fear in the eyes of this young Paladin prince. Even in the face of the mortal ending, he climbed to the end. Next to the unconscious Jaina, she reached out and hugged the daughter of the sea with a cold breath in her arms, and behind him, the King of Dark Blades was looking at the young couple with a scrutiny.

Opposite him, Archmage Kel'Thuzad struggled to support his body with his staff. Under his left arm, which was drooping in a strange manner, a drop of cold blood was drooping to the ground, and behind him, following him. The combat mages who came here have already lost their souls under the ravages of the ghost samurai of the golden sword guard summoned by Tyrion.

This always-hidden Archmage has used all the magic he has mastered in the past 10 minutes, but he still hasn't been able to stop Tyrion's killing.

How strong is the King of Blades?

This is a subject that has been studied by countless people in the human empire, only some conclusions reached in the early battle of the Arathi war with the human emperor Losa, this guy is stronger than the Emperor Losa, and is destroying The call of the warrior awakened Lothar, the blood of the barbarian king, which is already the most powerful warrior in the human empire.

"You are as talented as Jaina."

Tyrion stepped forward and pressed the blade against Alsace's neck. He looked at Kel'Thuzad and said softly:

"But your talent lies in shadow, not in orthodox arcane. Antonidas is a terrible teacher. Everything he taught buried your talent, Kel'Thuzad, listen to me, if you have a life tonight If you go back, learn more about the spells of the warlocks. I believe that will open up a new world for you."

"As for you, Prince Alsace."

Tyrion looked down at his teeth, hugged Jaina, and glared at his Alsace. That look made Tyrion very happy. He slapped Alsace's neck with a cold blade, he said :

"You love Jaina, but it's a pity...in my opinion, she has much more talent than you, you will eventually be a mortal, and she, she may become a frost witch who saves the world. .. Look now, you can’t even protect yourself, what are you going to love her for?”

Faced with this sarcasm, Arthas clenched his fists, but he could not refute. In the past many illusions, the prince had thought about the vision of his commanding army to regain the territory of the human empire, but now, he himself Seeing it, feeling the power of the enemy first-hand, that made him feel...desperate.

But even so, while holding her beloved woman, Arthas still did not want to admit defeat. In his heart, he prayed frantically to his faith, and a beating of holy light shone on him. , Just like the most stubborn flame, even the coldest shadow can not extinguish it.

"boom"

Arthas was strangled by Tyrion's neck and lifted from the ground. The King of Blades carefully looked at the prince in front of him. After a while, he threw Arthas back like a mouse. ground.

"No, maybe I was wrong, you are also talented, maybe it is the Holy Light...but I can't confirm it because I haven't seen it...In short, prove it with the remaining time, Prince Alsace, prove Your own existence is important to this world, otherwise the next time, it will be difficult for you to escape the recourse of death."

Talking, Tyrion continued to move forward, and behind him, Arthas lying on the ground stared at the unconscious Jaina, his fists clenched tightly.

"Sorry, Anna, I lost..."

"bass"

The moon-shaped long sword pointed to the gloomy Archmage Kel'Thuzad in front of his eyes. The hazy eyes made the Dark Blade King uncomfortable, and just as Tyrion was about to stab him, a small creature Kel'Thuzad jumped out of his back, waving his claws, blocking Kel'Thuzad's front, screaming at Terion's claws.

"Meow meow!"

"No, come back! Mr. Bigworth, come back!"

The gloomy Kel'Thuzad became extremely panicked at this moment. He dropped his staff and fell to the ground regardless of himself, trying to hug the kitten in front of his eyes to protect the master, but he was a step late, and the claw danced. At the next moment, the little cat was fixed by Tyrion with **** and placed on his arm.

"Huh? Is it called Mr. Bigworth?"

Tyrion stroked the restless kitten. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Kel'Thuzad in front of him. There was no peace in the Archmage's face. Instead, there was a frenzy. He lifted from the ground and died. Grabbing Terion's arm, he gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, and shouted:

"Don't touch! Don't use your dirty hands, touch Mr. Bigworth! I don't allow it! I don't..."

"Snapped"

When Tyrion shook his hand, the Archmage fell **** on the cold ground behind him. He tried hard to get up, but at the next moment, Tyrion's cold boots stepped on the wound of his arm. The King of Dark Blades embraced the kitten in his arms, and he looked at Kel'Thuzad condescendingly:

"Your kitten is very nice, but it belongs to me... Want to get it back? Can... challenge me."

"I'm waiting for you, waiting for you, everyone..."

The dark cloak was spinning in the air, and Tyrion’s footsteps slowly went away, which was also mixed with one or two wails of kittens, and a few minutes later, in the shining light of the portal, the big rushed back from the front line The knights rushed into the battlefield of Lake Lordan Mill and saw a scene like hell, with frozen corpses and blood everywhere, and in the center of this hell, it was the hands that were holding together and fell into a comatose Al Prince Sass and Princess Jaina, as well as Archmage Kel'Thuzad, who had been interrupted by seven ribs and lost consciousness in extreme pain.

It looks like a massacre and abuse... But only Tyrion and this night know that the fate of these three people has completely changed tonight under the surface pain.

"It feels really good to do good deeds, I feel very happy, so are you, right?"

Sitting behind the Raven of Death, Tyrann silently escaped into the dark, stroking the kitten's head in his arms, his eyes full of joy:

"We have to do more good things in the future, right? Mr. Bigworth?"

"Meow!"

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"Ah, I'm going to die of thirst!"

In the endless sea, a small boat fluttered lonely, without a paddle, only a sail that was roughly stitched with clothes. Under the sun, the whole sea reflected the light, and in this light , The young orc Garrosh roared wildly towards the sea:

"Come on! Wind, big fish, come on, kill me!"

His skin was chapped, his lips had peeled, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his spirits became extremely unstable. Behind him, the weak Thrall and Garrosh were completely two extremes, which was already floating on the sea. On the seventh day of the day, Khadgar left only a little food and water, and that little bit was not consumed and eaten, but was stored in the In the alley.

As a symbol of last hope...

"Stop shouting, Garrosh, the sea will not care about you."

The waxy complexion, with a weak breath to the extreme, the Grand Knight of Victory said hardly:

"Snorkel into the sea to catch fish when you are hungry...I taught you."

"Saar, give me some water!"

Garrosh shouted tiredly, and leaned down on the board, holding his head in frustration, and said to Thrall:

"The elements that make you believe give us some water..."

Thrall sat up hard and sat cross-legged in the dinghy. He meditated on the spell that Elder Drek'tar taught him to communicate with the elements. After a while, a cool breath covered the entire dinghy, Garrosh There was a comfortable moan, but after less than 2 minutes, the breath disappeared, and the bottles visited in front of Thrall, Vicrés, and Garrosh also had a little more than half a bottle of water.

"This is what it is today."

Thrall coughed painfully: "This is too far from the land, the water element here is very active, but they ignore me... they seem to be disturbed by another force, very irritable."

"Well"

Garrosh drank the water in the bottle at a sip. He sipped his chapped lips and set his eyes on the suitcase in the center of the dinghy. His inner thoughts became stronger and stronger. After a while, Garrosh did not give up. Yan reached out his hand and wanted to open the box, but was stopped by Thrall.

"You can't use the last supply!"

Thrall shouted:

"We're completely done when we run out!"

"What is the difference between us and finished egg?"

Garrosh responded rashly:

"We will die of thirst on this sea for another two days at most, and those foods will rot. If we don't eat them while they are still intact, we will lose it forever!"

"I said, no!"

After seven days in desperation, Thrall had become irritable. He stared at Garrosh and snarled loudly: "Go back, otherwise I will beat you!"

"Aha? Someone wants to fight!"

Garrosh got up from the cabin. He rubbed his wrists and looked at Thrall in front of him:

"Want to taste the fists of a real orc? You human raised hybrid!"

"Apologize! Otherwise I will beat you!"

Thrall's tone also became cold, and as the two young orcs were about to lose their minds during the torture, the Grand Knight of Vickers leaned on the side and groaned hard:

"Enough, Garrosh, my water for you! Thrall, back!"

Talking, the big knight raised his body hard and wanted to pass the cup around him to the orc, but just as he raised his head, a seagull slapped his wings and landed on the sail of the boat. The great knight who watched was enchanted, and the water glass in his hand was not tight, the precious glass of water hit the ship's side.

"what are you doing!"

Garrosh roared, frightening the seagull to frighten, and before he could continue his attack, the voice of the knight rang:

"Open the box! Divide the last food!"

"what?"

Garrosh even forgot to be angry, he stared at the knight, and exchanged glances with Thrall.

"I said, eat the last supply!"

The knight sighed and whispered:

"This kind of seagull only lives in the place where there is a boat or on the seaside... no matter what, lads, we all have been saved, eat the last thing quickly, restore energy, Thrall, I want you to use you to summon All elements of the world, to observe the sea, to push us out of here, Garrosh, find a way to grind your axe, what greets us... no one knows yet."

"What are you still doing? Open the box! Fools, open the bottle of rum, we are saved!"

Thirty minutes later, the small boat driven by the elemental wind to move fast on the sea approached a large island. Garrosh stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the island in front with a broken telescope. He waved excitedly ax:

"Saar! Victory, I saw the land! There are trees on it, which is great!"

"That's good, that's good..."

Upon hearing the good news, the Grand Knight of Victory, his face turned abnormally red, he was like a tired man who had been supporting for a long time, when the excited Thrall and Garrosh were not found. , Quietly fell asleep.

By the time the two young orcs discovered the situation of the great knight, he had lost his life in his sleep, but his expression was serene, even with a hint of smile, as if he finally fulfilled the noble oath, this tired soul, After witnessing the death of the Lord's battle and being tortured by painful diseases for nearly a week, he was finally able to rest after completing his final mission.

Thrall and Garrosh buried the body of the Grand Knight of Viclays on the seashore of the island in a heavy mood. They chose a stone platform at a height, facing the tombstone of the Grand Knight against the sea, and the Grand Knight The sword was buried with him, which was in the direction of Kul Tiras. In Thrall’s prayers and Garrosh’s desolate battle song, they expected the soul of this noble knight to cross the sea. Waves, return to their dream home.

At this time, on the islands in the corner of the world, no one knows, the contribution of the great knight of Viclays, the distant nephew of Lord Viclays unknown in history, and the two young rescued by him Orcs, what great changes will this world bring...

However, heroes are not just those warriors who are praised by the population. Sometimes, those who have fallen in the cracks of history can also be called heroes... and, their actions have not failed this. Great vocabulary.

May the hero rest in peace...

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