Azeroth’s Death Track

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"boom"

The cauldron hanging on the campfire was kicked by a horrible totem shaman. The hot, scented broth was sprinkled on the ground and the campfire, and there was a burst of dark Mars. This tall figure The tauren shaman frantically called for the power of the elements, healed his body constantly, and screamed that others shouted:

"Don't drink water! Toxic!"

But his warning was a little late...

The unlucky guys were all over the ground, drinking the poisonous broth, and just a few minutes, nearly a hundred taurens lost their lives in screams.

This caused a lot of confusion, but seriously, such a small number of deaths and injuries is not an injury to the entire horror totem.

However, this poisoning is just the beginning.

"Go and report to the chief! There are enemies invading!"

The shaman, who called for the power of the element to get rid of his own poison, weakly grabbed a fighter beside him. He said hardly:

"Probably a human assassin, must..."

"boom"

Before the shaman of the clan of the heart was finished, the heavy stone mallet smashed **** his head. The tauren struck hard and directly crushed the head of his compatriots by one third. His full face was covered with blood, and in the blazing fire, he fell to the ground, his eyes still shining with incredible light.

And beside him, the tauren warrior with the killer carrying the warhammer stained with blood, roared and rushed to the compelling companions around him. His attack was unruly, but he was squeezing himself desperately. The power is like a lunatic who loses his mind.

Looking closely, his eyes...dull and dull, like...it's like he was pumped out of his soul.

"Bros!"

Under the night, the Tauren position of Heiyun Peak was in chaos. However, in those corners where no one paid attention, the human prisoners who had escaped from the cage not only did not leave, but gathered under the leadership of their respective leaders. In the shadow that will not be discovered, those who are the leaders shouted in the shadow, bringing more prisoners together.

"Archbishop Chaldean gave us the opportunity to prove our loyalty to the empire and compatriots!"

"Tonight, we will use the power of the shadow of the light in our hands to protect our compatriots and protect the future of the empire!"

"We walk in darkness, we serve light!"

"Go, brothers! Use the power of shadow to punish the enemies of the Holy Light!"

"Discipline them! One will not stay!"

In the dark and gloomy words of the heads, these light-light fanatics who voluntarily accepted the power of the shadows pulled up their hoods, and they dispersed to the Tauren position in the darkness like ink dripping into the water. Everywhere, they walk in the shadows, just like the family members of the shadows.

They are... the shadow priest, the opposite of the Holy Walker of Light, born in the theological view of "light and shadow". As early as the Second Orc War, there was already a shadow priest, but it was not until the Archbishop of Chaldeans After completely ruling the beliefs of the Kingdom of Storms, the Shadow Priest became another force of the Holy Light Church under his careful integration.

It is worth mentioning that, a few years ago, they were also called "the heresy that should be tied to the torture rack." And now, their existence has been won by the Pope Law coronation and most of the upper levels of the Holy Light Church. Acknowledge in writing... The reason is very simple, just as the archbishop of Chaldeans often hangs on his lips, the human empire today desperately needs all available power.

But to be accepted by secular believers, the shadow priests must contribute to their fellow citizens...if the light priests are shields that shelter the people, then they are the sharpest shadow swords under the light. .. They were born to punish evil and heretics!

"Moo!"

A blood-bearing Tauren warrior rushed out from the slashing of two mind-controlled compatriots. Judging from his tall body and scratched metal armor, this guy should be from the Horror Totem Clan A low-level warlord, this mighty tauren veteran stared at the slender figure coming out of the shadows, he roared, holding a giant axe full of flesh and blood, and rushed to the hooded human female Priest.

The latter is petite, not even reaching the waist of the tauren, but in the face of the tauren who rushed over, the human shadow priest sister made a sneering sneer.

Standing on the spot, she stretched out her slender fingers, and the shadow power that enveloped her body converged on the palm of her hand like a real water flow. Whipped on the body of the tall Tauren warrior, only two whippings made the tall Tauren warrior completely out of balance and smashed to the ground in an embarrassed posture.

He rolled on the ground and fluttered forward. He raised his head in embarrassment, and saw the dominance of human and female eyes. There was no emotion in those eyes, only a touch of indifference and weird fanaticism that made the scalp numb.

"How is the pain of flesh and blood compared to the lash of the soul?"

The young lady said in a hoarse voice that the long whip where the power of shadow converged slapped crazy on the Tauren warrior without leaving any scars. As she said, this power of shadow directly wreak havoc on the soul of the enemy Under the attack of this power, it is meaningless for the Tauren Warlord to wear heavy armor, because his soul without faith... is undefended!

"Are you... suffering?"

The female priest bent down and placed her icy fingers at the place where she couldn't even cry out. She could only curl up on the ground and shivering. The shoulder of the tauren warlord who was completely crushed by the soul, surging all over the body In the darkness, the hoarse voice of Miss Pastor came into the ear of the tauren:

"Pagan...tell me, are you in pain?"

The tauren warlord gritted his teeth and was reluctant to answer the question of shame, but his toughness caused the human priest to emit a series of laughs. The cold fingers on his shoulders were clasped at this moment. The powerful tauren suddenly Feeling that the power of the shadow permeated into his mind, after another roaring blast, the powerful veteran of the hundred battles stopped his last breath.

There were no scars on his body, but the most terrifying light remained in his eyes, he was dead... died in a deep frenzy like a nightmare and the deepest heart in his heart.

In other words, he was scared to death by himself.

"It's really fragile..."

The human priest who killed a horrible tauren personally shook her head. She lifted her finger from the corpse, as if carrying an invisible heavy object, in the blue and purple intertwined light and shadow, that It seems to be a disgusting bond of flesh and blood, there is no fixed form at all, but this thing is not physical.

It is more like a figurative concept of fear...

"Go! Spread this horror to more... heretics!"

When the petite female priest waved her hand, the fearful shadow demon turned into a black halo and disappeared on this **** and fighting position. After doing all this, the priest seemed a little tired, she looked A tauren warrior whose mind was manipulated not far away, she gave a weird chuckle. Between the shadows, she pulled her deep hood up.

The moment she walked into the shadow in the center, she waved her hand without looking back:

"Here is the smell of heretics...the unforgivable blasphemy... burn them all!"

The two Tauren warriors who were bathed all over the body, wounded all over, and had difficulty walking, seemed to feel no pain. They limped to the bonfire, picked up the lit torches from the ground, expressionless Throwing the flame at the camp that he built by himself, and between the fires, the chaotic black cloud peak infected by the mind plague of the shadow priests was ignited.

Just like the torch in the night of the Thousand Needles, the wildfires in all directions began to burn in all directions in the blowing of the night wind.

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable!"

The chief of the Thousand Needles Terror Totem, Anak, lives at the highest point of the Black Cloud Peak. When the fire is burning, he sees all the chaos in the camp, but he has not waited until he comes out with an axe to reorganize the order. The highest point The camp was also attacked by a strange shadow priest. Four shadow priests manipulated a dozen mind-controlled taurens into the camp with torches and sharp weapons. It was the highest in just ten minutes. The camp here was also lit.

And between the burning camps, the powerful Tauren Chief Anak was in anger, blocking the path of the several shadow priests leaving, and he beheaded and killed several controlled tribes alone. Crazy bloody, intending to kill these shadow priests.

"Dead! Miscellaneous!"

Anak growled and threw the heavy stone axe out of his hand, breaking open the shield of a shadowy priest who was caught off guard. The priest didn't even say a word, and was directly divided into corpses with a powerful stone axe, but lost With his weapon, Arnak also fell into the siege of the remaining Shadow Priest.

But Anak can become the chief of the horrible totem clan in Thousand Needles, not only by the nepotism of his aunt Magatha Shaman, he is also a very powerful and battle-hardened Tauren warrior. In places like the horror totem, absolute power is absolute majesty. Anak relies on brute force to rule the clan, and he will not choose to retreat in the face of attacks from weak humans.

However, this time the enemy that Arnack was facing could not be defeated by brute force.

"Listen to the fear of your soul!"

Faced with the fierce, bare-handed Tauren Chief, the shadow-wrapped priest opened his arms, his eyes gleamed with an obscure madness, and at the moment when Arnack approached, the spiritual power straight into the mind injected into the Tauren In the chief's heart, the power of the shadow roared inside him, drawing out the most fearful things that Anark grew up with.

Between the grotesque chaos, the Tauren warrior subconsciously wanted to turn around and escape, as if he saw the most terrifying nightmare in the world, but he was always a powerful warrior, and the steel-like will was the standard of the warrior. At the moment of escaping, an anger burst into Arnac's heart, and he drove out the picture of fear from his heart.

"Ah! Dare to provoke the Bulls, you will pay the price!"

The eyes of Anak who activated the power of anger were like a burning fire. His strong muscles stretched again in the circle of anger, looking like a real skyfall giant. He roared and lifted up. Thick hoofs kicked fiercely on the ground, and the solid earth cracked open at this moment. The masonry flying around hit the shields of three nearby shadow priests, and they smashed back.

No matter how mysterious and powerful their spells are, they are only in the category of magic. For magic users, they are too close to angry warriors, and they always seek their own way.

"puff"

Anak pulled out the bone knife from his waist, grabbed the priest's arm in a vicious way, and thrust the bone knife shining with elemental power into the priest's heart. He waved the enemies still struggling like a war hammer. Then, they hit the two shadow priests casting spells behind them, knocking them to the ground. Arnack roared and launched the charge again. The priests’ fear spells were thrown on him, constantly weakening the strength of Arnak And will.

In the end, the exhausted Arnack grabbed another enemy and severed his head. The human priest's head was torn from his neck. He carried a **** head, step by step. Walked towards the last young shadow priest, with hot gas spraying from his nostrils, and the bright red blood on his mane, making him look like a **** barbarian returned from hell.

However, although the last Shadow Priest was panicked and trembling under the threat of Arnack, facing the Tauren warrior in front of him, his inner enthusiasm for faith led him to grind his teeth and throw out the last heart Scream.

The horror spell that gathered all the magic of this young priest was in Arnak's forehead. Resisting several fear spells made Anak very tired. This powerful tauren warrior finally couldn't resist it. He held his head and The horns screamed and roared in place, trying to squeeze out the pictures in his mind. Behind him, the young priest had begun to recite more deadly magic.

Anak knew that he had lost the power to fight back, and under the last clear consciousness, he turned and stumbled into the burning sea of ​​fire.

It looks like suicide.

However, under his tent, there was a secret cave leading directly to the northernmost part of the Thousand Needles Forest, a secret that only he and a few close friends knew at that time. Fortunately, these strange and **** humans don't know...

Anak finally escaped.

And after tonight, his horror totem...is over.

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