Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the completely destroyed forest battlefield, the great knight Uther stood ugly, holding a blood-stained epee, which is Gavinrad’s weapon, which has now become dilapidated Just from the gap of the blade, you can see what fierce battle the missing knight suffered.

By the side of Uther, 30 paladins and 20 priests, and more than 300 infantrymen, were searching the forest to try to find traces left over from the battlefield.

The priests were converging the bodies of the paladins who died in battle. An indescribable sense of frustration rolled in Uther's heart. After receiving the news from Dalaran, he led the army to the first place, but except Failure and death, there is nothing here.

"did you find it?"

Uther looked back at the other great knight. Turalyon, who was equally ugly, shook his head. He said softly:

"It's all dead...The Paladins who followed General Gavinrad are dead, but their bodies are weird, reminding me of a patient I was treating at Dunhold Castle not long ago, that A magical epidemic and a weird frozen wound, if the death knight really planned all this, then I can only say..."

Turalyon sighed, and he looked at the bloodied sword in Uther's hand:

"We underestimated the death knights. They can do more horror than we thought."

"No! They can't do it!"

Relying on perseverance and charisma, Uther, who became the leader of the Grand Knight, said:

"With the poor performance of the death knights on the battlefield, they can't do it! They can't kill Gavinrad...unless Talon Gorefiend shot himself, but he was seriously injured by Master Antonidas on the battlefield, You and I know this!"

"This is not what the death knight did...at least not the death knights we met!"

"General! General! Come on! We have found a survivor!"

The cry from the jungle on the left left Uther and Turalyon immediately rushing in that direction. When they rushed into the jungle, they saw three paladins hiding one in the thick fallen leaves The paladin under him lifted out.

It is a paladin that is taller than other knights. It is worth noting that his skin is much rougher than ordinary people.

"This is Joe! Joe Al, adjutant of General Gavinrad!"

Turalyon wiped the blood on the paladin's face with a handkerchief and said to Uther:

"Legend of Joe Ayr Knight accidentally got some adventures half a year ago, giving him the self-healing ability comparable to a troll, probably because of this, this knight can survive the attack."

"Yep?"

Uther's eyes glowed with interest, but he didn't ask immediately, but crouched down with his hands on Joe Ayr's body. He inherited the Holy Deed of Justice, and the Holy Light favored him very much. When Sur called for the Holy Light, a huge energy rushed into Joe's body with his hands. After a few seconds, Joe opened his eyes hard.

"Snapped"

He subconsciously grabbed Uther's wrist, and he screamed:

"Death knight! The death knight attacked us... General! General Gavinrad! Save him, beg you, save him!"

Uther and Turalyon glanced at each other, and the knight Shen Shen asked:

"Paladin, tell me, did Talon Gorefiend attack you?"

"No! No! I know him! I know him... He turns into gray I also know... It is Tyraine! Tyraine. The Blade of Dawn! He is different from the Death Knight... He is. .. he is, the real...death knight! Be careful! Be careful of him!"

Paladin Joe escaped from death, and his speech was inevitably a bit upside down. The information he said puzzled the big knights. What is a real death knight?

Turalyon noticed another important point.

"Tirion? Isn't that... isn't that the high elf hero who died in battle?"

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"boom"

The chief's tent was violently opened, and the angry Talon. The blood demon rushed into it. He punched on the chief's table with his fists, staring at Orgrim, he shouted:

"Great Chief! How can you allow Tyrion to build his knighthood?! This is a betrayal to us!"

Facing the question of Talon Gorefiend, Orgrim looked up at him with an indifferent look:

"Betrayal? Who betrayed? Betrayed you? Or betrayed the Horde? Do I let the death knight assembled by Gul'dan be your personal power? Gorefiend..."

This question made Talon Gorefiend cool. Behind him, the four Kukaron guards had already raised the tomahawk. Obviously, his unqualified questioning had made Orgrim very dissatisfied.

Thinking of this, the blood demon forcibly calmed his bad mood. He took a step back and humbly said to the chieftain:

"No! The death knight is always loyal to you, Chief Orgrim. I mean, Tyrion. The blade of dawn is not to be trusted! It is just a high elf miscellaneous! He is not an orc, he does not have the soul of the tribe. No doubt, he will betray us!"

"so what?"

The chieftain held his arms and looked at the blood fiend:

"At least before he betrayed, he could bring victory to the Horde! Gorefiend, you let me down, did you know? Your death knight could not be defeated in front of the Paladin, which directly led to the defeat of the war, and Tyrion was You and the Death Knights washed away the shame..."

"Snapped"

The chieftain waved his hand, and a Kukaron guard stepped forward to lift the wooden coffin in the chieftain's tent. The blood demon turned his head and saw the ice knight, the big knight Gavinrad Body.

That was one of the first five Paladins, the senior leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand. The blood demon still remembers how on the battlefield that day, like the tiger, Gavinrad. Doom, how he carried the Paladin’s pain. Slaughter them, that is his eternal shame.

This irrefutable fact is like a loud slap in the face of Gorefiend. What else does he want to say, but he finds himself to say nothing, the kind of defamation here is irrefutable The fact is so vulnerable.

His body is the orc’s soul, so he knows very well what this merit means in the orc tradition.

"I have decided because of the contribution of Tyrion. Blade of Dawn to the Horde! He took his slain and killed 20 Paladins and a great threatened Knight, he was qualified to build himself Clan or organization... Do you have any objections to this? Talon. Gorefiend?"

Orgrim's cold voice sounded in the tent. Facing this kind of question, Talon Gorefiend only shook his head bitterly:

"No! I don't, Chief Chief... As a death knight, I'm honored."

"well!"

The chieftain was very satisfied with the demon's obedience. He knocked on the table:

"Tirion’s Dark Blade Knights will be separated from your Death Knights. He has the right to select recruits and a batch of weapons from your Death Knights, but it will not destroy your authority in the Death Knights. This was assured me."

"In addition, you don’t need to worry that I will abandon you for that. You’re right, Tyrion is not an orc, I can’t trust him completely, so I gave him a new mission, and his Dark Blade Knights will be transferred to Quel'Thalas battlefield, help the tribe to subvert the high elf kingdom... and you, you still have the opportunity to prove yourself on the frontal battlefield!"

"Bloody, if you let me down next time..."

"I promise!"

The blood demon gritted his teeth and shouted:

"I promise! My death knights will not lose to Tyrion!"

Orgrim glanced at him, his eyes full of suspicion, but in the end, he waved his hand:

"So, go! Do what you should do."

The blood demon left the Great Chief’s tent with shame. The orcs were whispering as he walked along the way. Orgrim passed the news of the death of the big knight. The orc warriors respected the strong and despised the weak. This kind of sarcasm from the back and forth from time to time makes the self-respected Talon Gorefiend feel almost crazy.

He silently endured this kind of humiliation and humiliation, and when he returned to the psychic hall, what he saw made his anger uncontrollable.

Tyrion, the **** traitor, is picking and picking on his territory. Behind him, the most promising recruits have been picked out by him, watching his own property being watched by others. This feeling is unbearable, so the next moment, the blood demon pulled out the steel scepter behind him, and rushed towards Tyrion angrily.

"Enough! Traitor!"

He waved his scepter and smashed it towards Tyrion, but just before the scepter touched Tyrion’s body, a black and fierce battle axe was cut diagonally from behind him, forcing the blood fiends Don't turn around to block.

"boom"

At the moment of the collision of the weapons, the tall body of the blood demon was rushed out by the great power contained in the battle axe, and it was smashed on the ground, and the steel scepter rolled to the side.

He raised his head and saw a tall orc wearing black spiked plate armor holding a battle axe, standing next to Tyrion, a sturdy and a slender, but the coldness and death contained in both bodies So similar.

There was a gray ray of light in the orc's eyes, representing his identity... this is probably the first real orc death knight.

"What do you want to do?"

The orc asked in a hoarse, low voice:

"Nasty Warlock!"

Although his posture and face were completely different, at this moment, Talon Gorefiend lying on the ground, in a trance, on this orc, he saw the former chieftain who had been overhead by them, the brutal black Han. The shadow of the black hand.

"Okay, Glokus, don't joke with Lord Gorefiend..."

Tyrion shook his head. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards the blood demon lying on the ground. It looked so friendly, but looking at the deep hand, the blood demon grunted and climbed from the ground. Awake, with humiliation all over, turned and walked into the depths of the psychic hall.

He did not want to stay here and was humiliated by the weak in the past, but in the time he was neglected, the guy who had disdained had grown to the point where he had to pay attention.

"We are going, but the blood fiend will be a problem..."

Obtained a new body, and the death knight black hand was at least 3 times stronger than the human body. Looking at the back of the blood demon, a glare flashed in his gray eyes, and he said softly:

"Or find an opportunity..."

"Do not!"

Tyrion understands what Glokush is worried about, and frankly, with the death knight's black hand, in cooperation with him, it is not impossible for the two to kill the Talon Gorefiend in the case of a sneak attack, but think inside After a while, he gave up this very tempting idea.

"Killing Gorefiends will only cause us trouble. We haven't had the power to turn Orgrim... let him live for a while."

As the victors of the two, Shi Shiran walked out of the psychic hall. Between walking, Glokus lowered his voice:

"This time when I go to Quel'Thalas, I will face Gul'dan...you say, do we have a chance?"

"It's hard to say, Glokus."

Tyrion narrowed his eyes and watched the dead griffin flapping the broken wings in the distance, and it was difficult to fly into the sky. It was the appearance of the wild hammer griffin killed by Serrent after being resurrected. The original golden mane Both Heling and Ling became dark black, and inherited the special characteristics of the death knight's mount. Around the body, there were exposed bones, death energy wrapped around the body of the giant monster, those dark red eyes, Make it look daunting.

He said softly:

"Gul'dan is ten times harder to deal with than Talon Gorefiend, but if he hasn't discovered Quel'Thalas' secrets, you may get revenge soon, believe me, and I don't want that cunning wild dog Keep on living."

"Yep."

Glokus nodded. He moved his shoulders and readjusted to the newly acquired orc body. He looked at the dangerous eyes of the orc warriors around him. He coughed slightly:

"I'm more and more confident in you, but I don't think we should stay here too long. Looking at the eyes of the soldiers, they can't wait to rush to hack me now."

"So Orgrim is really a cunning guy!"

Tyrion couldn't help but move his finger:

"He gave you an orc body, but he also transferred the hatred of the orc to us. He no longer planned to let us stay in the camp of the tribe. He began to be wary of us. Sure enough, an orc chieftain, Powerful like a rhinoceros and wise like a fox."

Tyrion relaxed, turning his head to look to the far northeast, a glimmer of darkness flashed in his eyes:

"Then go! Let's go... Quel'Thalas! But before that, we have to get more Bone Griffin..."

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