Azeroth’s Death Track

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The Burning Plains originated from a disaster 300 years ago.

It was at the end of the Battle of the Three Hammers of the Dwarves, facing the two clan of bronze whiskers and wild hammers that joined forces, the black iron dwarves living in the Red Ridge Mountains fell back and forth. At that time, the ruler of the clan, the old Prince Sorisen used An evil altar summoned a monster. He tried to use this method to reverse the defeat. Unfortunately, the old Sorrison was not very lucky. He summoned the king of the most violent and fallen fire elements among the four elements.

Shown in the arrogant flames of Saffron is the illusion of Ragnaros, the king of flames.

Although it is only a illusion of power, the terrible power of the elemental lord is still passed to the world of Azeroth through the altar, tearing the Red Ridge Mountains, the largest mountain range in the Kingdom of the Storm, into two halves. The roaring volcano is in Ragnaros Dominated by the roar of the original, the original forests and plains were submerged in scorching magma, and all life was devoured.

When all was over, the Burning Plain appeared, and the old leader of the Black Iron Dwarf died as a result. His reckless behavior caused the Black Iron Dwarf to be enslaved by the Flame Lord. Until now, the curse of slavery has been engraved on the black. In the bones of the iron dwarves, they can no longer be free.

Even after the vicissitudes of 300, the entanglement in this land is still only ashes and despair.

Tyreon sat in the northwest corner of the black stone mountain that had disappeared completely, reaching out to tease the ghost owl on his shoulder, holding the three rough stones in the other hand, which seemed to be picked up for fun.

The storm altar and rolling hills that once stood here have been sprayed into a crater recessed into the ground by the magic breath of Marigos. This is just behind the Blackstone Tower, and the orc scouts are blocked by both sides at this time. Before the orcs of the Blackrock Tower are resolved, the Alliance scouts can’t get here.

This is a perfect hiding place, where the restless magic can also cover the undead energy of the Dark Blade Knights, but unfortunately, when Tyrion came to this crater, he found Talon. Blood The demon shattered into a powdered body, but failed to find his soul.

The deceitful warlock must have used some method to remove the cicada.

"The Black Stone Tower is moving!"

A hoarse voice sounded behind Tyrion. The death knight did not look back. The lunar claw that fell on his arm made a cry, flapped his wings and landed on the shoulder of the rear watchman. He affixed the cold owl intimately. helmet.

This is Nasa, the blood watcher of the Dark Blade Knights who is currently full-time responsible for investigation. She and her three sisters still maintain the previous dress, but the dark green cloak and armor are dyed dark red, this is not Thai Ryan's bad taste, but they did it themselves, probably a change of mindset.

Nasa opened her hand, and the broken soul stone was fed to the moon claw by her. After the owl flapped its wings and flew away, Nasa continued to say:

"Humans opened the portal and sent a group of assassins into the Blackstone Tower. They were destroying the orcs' supplies. The human commander was forcing the orcs out of the fortress in this way."

Tyrion nodded, his nose moved slightly, and whispered:

"It seems that I have given you too much freedom, the blood smell is getting stronger and stronger, Nassa, if you go on like this, you will ruin yourself."

"so what?"

The watchman stood on his hips and stood behind Tyrion. There was no longer the kind of ascetic temperament she once had. Although she wore the same style of armor, now she is almost the same opposite creature as in the past.

"I don't need to suppress myself anymore, this is what you told me, Tyrion! You told me personally that I'm free... now I'm going to restrict me again with all the restrictions?"

"Uh... no!"

The death knight stood up and patted the dust on his body. He glanced at the blood watcher behind him. He said softly:

"You can do whatever you like, if it makes you feel happy, you can now rush into the human position and draw blood crazy, I can't see it...but!"

Tyrion’s finger rested on Nassa’s shoulder, and the watchman subconsciously wanted to flash away, but at this moment the body was taken over by Sahrain’s instinct, like a well-behaved cat, leaving Tyrion The cold fingers touched her neck, which made her neck goose bumps.

"But remember, Nassa, you are a member of the Knights of Dark Blade. If your body is ruined by the desire for blood, I will draw your soul out without hesitation and pour it into another innocent elf In your body... you know what I did, you also know that the rules of living people don't control the dead, and I don't care about it, I think you don't want us to go to this step, right?"

If you can, Nasa can't wait to wave the knife wheel now and cut off the guy's head in front of her, but she can't do it. After more than ten seconds of silence, Nasa nodded humiliatingly.

"Good! Girl... that's it."

Tyrion whispered:

"I am a person who is very afraid of trouble, so take care of yourself and your sister, just like Ms. Maiev once took care of you, try not to embarrass me."

Tyrion turned around and waved his hand:

"Go, tell Glokus, get ready for the Necromancer, and when Losa is dying, we will come down from the sky and rescue him, hoping Mr. Medivh will not break the chain. You see, it’s really good to cooperate with a group of people who are very suspicious. trouble!"

Nasa turned and was about to leave, but she hesitated for a moment, and after a few seconds, she said in a hoarse voice:

"Maybe I should tell you that a lady named Windrunner is in this army."

"Yep?"

The death knight narrowed his eyes, he shook his head:

"Go do your thing."

The blood watcher disappeared like a shadow in this magical circular mountain. The death knight's finger moved a bit, he clenched his fist, then loosened it, and finally clenched again.

"Women, do you like to talk a lot?"

On the other side, as the death knights began to prepare for "airborne rescue", in the black stone tower of the orc's last fortress, fully armed orc warriors were intensively searching every dark alley of the mountain city.

Mages' teleportation magical power fluctuations can't be concealed from the tribe's shaman. At the moment when the teleportation waves are generated, almost no command from the chieftain is required, and the orcs of the Fireblade and Blackstone clan are mobilized.

Although the chiefs of the various clans have contradictions on weekdays, in this desperate situation, everyone knows that they will die without holding a group.

The first infiltrating assassins were soon discovered. They threw out the incendiary bombs prepared for this operation, and in an instant, the road to the Blackstone Tower tribe warehouse was completely covered by flames.

"Go away!"

A human assassin was cut into the abdomen by a flying axe flying out of the flames. He fell to the ground covered with blood. This guy blinded his eyes, and the only remaining eyes shone with dying fear and burning All hatred, he was holding two green high-explosive bombs in his hands, and he turned his head and screamed frantically at the brothers who still wanted to rescue him:

"Go! Go burn their food!"

"I can't live anymore...I don't want to live anymore! I'm going to accompany my wife and children. As a brother, help me kill more green skins!"

A sorrow flashed in the head of the assassin's captain. He gritted his teeth and waved his hand. Four assassins followed behind him and rushed forward. The blind assassin curled up in the flames, feeling the pain of the clothes and skin being ignited. .

He heard the roars of the orcs, and in the burning flames in front of him, he seemed to see his gentle wife and smart son. He was just a small farmer in the Elwynn Forest. Good day, but at least accompanied by family, but the orc burned his farm and burned his family alive in the house.

The kind of bone-eating hatred has engulfed him, and he lives to the present moment just for the moment before him.

"Drive all your hybrids out of this world!"

The orc shaman broke through the flames and watched the bloodthirsty orc rush towards him. The burnt face of the dying assassin showed a most satisfying smile, but in that terrifying face, it looked so terrible .

"This is the return of Military Seven! Miscellaneous!"

"boom"

The high explosive made by the gnomish engineer Ella produced a terrible explosion in this closed passage. The engulfing flames like dragons rolled up the surrounding solid stones. In the debris and flames flying, the explosives were red. The iron nail became a whistling nightmare. The two orcs were killed on the spot, and the shaman hiding at the end was also pierced into the chest by flying iron nails.

This world may not have retribution for this kind of statement, but when the orcs are cruelly killing human beings, they may have been prepared to withstand the most brutal revenge.

"Boom"

The big explosion, which also attracted hatred, was one after another in the passage of the Blackrock Tower at this time. The chieftain was already alarmed. He took the Kukaron Guard to the orc's warehouse for storing war materials. Everything along the way obstructed, whether it was humans Orcs, they were cut down cruelly, and Orgrim knew better than anyone the result of these materials being burned.

Soon, he appeared in front of the intact warehouse, but before the Chief Chief showed a smile, a human figure jumped out of the shadow. He was wearing black leather armor and a dagger in his waist. Wearing a black mask, covered with blood and scary wounds, but the human assassin's body is very strong, looks like a warrior.

He looked straight at the Orgrim in front of him with his gray eyes, and the chieftain was watching him. Instinct told Orgrim that he should have seen the human in front of him.

"Elton, your Royal Guard captain of His Majesty Lane."

The elite Kukkaron Guardian roared at the human in front of him. He did not shy away. In the last moments of life, the quirky assassin introduced himself with a hoarse voice and his purpose for coming here.

"The despicable assassination made me lose my loyal majesty. I betrayed my reputation and saved my life for this moment!"

"Orgrim! The last hope of the tribe, your last hope... sorry, I took it!"

"boom"

The kukaron warrior's sharp axe cut into the body of guard elton, and at the moment when the blood splattered, the high-explosive bomb in the guard's hand exploded, and the bomb that had been buried by the assassins in the warehouse of the orc's quarters And the incendiary bomb was continuously ignited, and this number of serial explosions completely destroyed the towers where the orcs hid war materials in a short time.

In the blazing flame, the intact chieftain protected by the shaman's spell was dull, and saw the explosion in front of him threw the remaining stones of the tower into the magma under tens of meters, his tall body shook a bit.

He is well aware that in this case, humanity will definitely fight back, and war materials are an important guarantee for the tribe’s ability to persist until the arrival of reinforcements. He deployed the strongest orc warriors here, but he still underestimated these because of the tribe’s invasion. And the humans who lost everything, underestimated their madness.

"Open the door..."

Orgrim murmured to himself, and the Kukaron guard next to him froze for a moment. At the next moment, the chieftain turned over and grabbed his collar. The expression on his wide face had been completely distorted. The beast that eats people is the same.

"I said! Open the door! Fight against the Alliance Dogs! Today!"

On the other side, the portals of the mages opened again, and the blood-covered Shore fell to the ground. Field Marshal Losa stepped forward and helped the new leader of the MI7. On the marshal's wrist, it looked like a ghost crawling out of hell. He said in a deep voice:

"The time for the decisive battle has arrived. Marshal... Orgrim has no way back! The mission is complete..."

"Next, it's time for... the soldiers to play!"

Before the words were finished, Shore's face tightened, and the wound in the abdomen cracked again. In the roar of the marshal, he turned his head to look, followed him to the 1500 assassins who rushed into the Blackstone Tower, but only came back uncomfortable 300 people, this terrible loss makes Shore twitch like a tear.

But he must do so... with noble sacrifices to win the alliance, pave the way for the reconstruction of the Kingdom of Storms, and regain the soul of the assassin in the seven military locations that have been broken by the orcs!

Did the Assassins win?

Of course they won!

They used their crazy sacrifices to force Orgrim and his tribe to a real desperation... This is the power of hatred, this is the power of the crazy assassin, the power that can reverse war and seal destiny!

You see, rabbits will bite when they have red eyes, and... it hurts!

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