Azeroth’s Death Track

For some reason, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to access this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name www.wuxiahere.com (the first letter of literature + org dot com, wuxiahere.com) to find the way home!

No matter what kind of cruel war, no matter what the purpose of this war, no matter what the cause of this war, children... children are always innocent.

Tyrion is not a nosy person, he is dead, he has lost all his own, but he still has his own bottom line, any normal person will not watch the innocent child killed and indifferent , Tyrion is just dead, he is not crazy.

During the night cruise, he accidentally encountered these children who were chased. He decided to help them, and it was the orcs who chased them... that couldn't be better.

"boom"

The panicked orc scout ran towards the forest, trying to escape from the sudden appearance of the star, but behind him, Tyrion waved a sword in the direction of his escape without looking at it. The heavy and fatal frost storm hit the blade and touched the body of the orc who had fled. This blast of wind froze his legs with extreme speed, absorbing the heat from his body.

"puff"

Tyrion waved a sword and turned the orc in front of him. He turned his head, and his ice-blue eyes were indifferent. He raised his finger and hooked it, and the smelly blood spewed out of the escaper's wound. Gone his last life.

"Poof"

Suddenly, the orphaned teenage orc knelt on the ground, his body hit the ground, and a layer of icy dust was splashed. The death was silent and meaningless.

The brutal killing was witnessed by three children in the water.

In just 1 minute, 7 orcs and 7 war wolves disappeared under the sword of the black knight riding a dragon. The strong orc was like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of him. Their counterattack was not even able to fight back. When he touched his body and the blood splashed, the knight killed all the orcs with amazing efficiency.

The blood cells suspended in the air were thrown on the ground in disgust, and... he turned his head.

Those ice-blue eyes radiated some kind of light at night, making Varian feel chilling, but before the children could speak, Tyrion’s fingers extended in their direction. The next moment, blood The red Death Grip flew out of Tyrion's hands, buckled on the bodies of the three children, and pulled them out of their hands while spinning around.

"Pappa"

The prince and princess hit the soft ground, and Varian couldn't wait to celebrate his escape. He held the sword in his hand, because he could feel that the silent dark knight in front of him was more dangerous than the orcs!

He stood up tremblingly, dragging his wet clothes in front of Kalia and Arthas. He clenched the hilt in both hands and looked at the knight in front of him. His throat shook up and down, representing his fear. .

When Varian was in large numbers of Tyrion, Tyrion also looked at the child in front of him. He was wearing gorgeous clothes and ribbons. This is an ornament that can only be used by the royal family. Inferred from his age, Tyrion Probably knew his identity.

Varian Wrynn, the exiled prince of the Kingdom of Storms, will become the king of the absolute core of the alliance in the future, and the one who is holding Varian’s corner is hiding behind him, looking at him in horror, with beautiful blonde hair The little boy is probably the famous Alsace Menethil.

A trace of weirdness flashed through Tyrion's ice-blue eyes. Is this a fate encounter?

The first generation of death knights and the next generation of death knights...

For a moment, the idea of ​​killing Arthas here jumped into Tyrion's heart, but he was immediately rejected.

As long as he dares to hurt Arthas and Varian, Tyrion can be sure that within a day, he will be besieged by a violent bronze dragon. The fate carried by these two boys in front of him is too important. With a little change, the future will be very different.

"call..."

Tyrion exhaled for a long time, he shook his head and turned away without saying a word.

"not the right time yet..."

Seeing that the dark knight was riding on that horrible zombie dragon, Varian lowered his heart, and while Tyrion was flying with the zombie dragon flying, Varian suddenly lowered his sword, Shouted:

"No matter who you are...thank you!"

Thanks to let Tyraine froze for a moment, a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, and the next moment, the zombie dragon gave an unpleasant roar, flapping the shrivelled, covered with broken wings, and flew into the dark sky.

In less than 2 minutes, the dwarf prince covered in blood and minced meat on the armor appeared beside the prince and princess on the war sheep. Seeing that the three little guys were safe, Muradin dropped his suspended heart. But he soon noticed the cruel killing field around the princes. From the perspective of an old soldier, there was definitely a cruel killing here.

"This is certainly not what you did, Varian..."

Muradin stepped forward and patted the shoulder of the prince trembling in the cold wind. He asked in a low voice:

"Who helped you?"

"A knight! Mentor, a dark knight helped us!"

The terrified Princess Kalia, Prince Arthas, who was holding her arms in his arms, looked up. After the fear disappeared, the child was somewhat cheered. He witnessed and participated in a legendary story. He quickly replied:

"He rides a dragon! Mentor, a dead dragon! It will move, its eyes are red, and the knight's eyes are blue, like ice!"

Varian thought about it and added:

"He looks like a mage, fighting with frost, but he can still control the blood. I saw that he drew a lot of blood from the orc's body! Oh, yes, that's an elf! I saw his pointed ears."

"The hammer of the forge is on!"

Muradin uttered a dwarf-like sigh. He was a little afraid. From Alsace's description, it was clearly a death knight... but hell, how could the death knight help the alliance? That is the tribe of the tribe!

Questions that couldn't be figured out for a while were thrown there. This is the style of the dwarf, so the next moment, Muradin said to the children:

"It's really good that you are safe, come on! Follow the old Muradin, I will send you to the camp, I will go to help Dassohan."

You see, even evil forces can be used for the right way. For example, on this night, the death knight became the hero of the children, even if they didn't even know his name.

On the other side, just before the siege of Lordaeron had reached its craziest stage, in the Stratholme area not far from the Tirisfal area, one of the tribal army led by Saurfang Significant events are ongoing.

The failure of Quel'Thalas' offensive led to the death of Dragonmaw Chief Zuluhed, which caused the division of the Dragonmaw clan. Not all Dragonmaw orcs were willing to accept Orgrim's order. In this case, the legion formed the main body from Gul'dan's looting clan and Gulgar's Twilight's Hammer clan.

Saurfang didn't think there was anything wrong with this. In his view, Gul'dan was destroyed by Tyrion. He didn't have too many threats, but the warlord had forgotten a problem... Gul'dan was a warlock, The warlock is not so easy to die.

"Uh...uh..."

Saurfang awakened from the most painful sleep, his head hurts, as if it was hit by the Draenei war elephant knight, but soon, he recovered from the pain, He tried to flip his body, but his wrist felt a cold thing, and he moved his wrist.

"boom"

The sound of metal collision made him wide-eyed. The orc warlord lowered his head, and saw his body tied to a cold stone by a chain. His body was weak and painful, as if he was dehydrated. This is obviously Yes... poisoned.

He raised his head hard and wanted to make a sound, but his mouth was covered with a rag, and he could only make a faint hum. When he rose at dawn, he soon saw those called Most of the rising orcs are the orcs and ogres of the Clan of Storms and the Clan of Twilight's Hammer. He had a hunch...Something is about to happen.

"What a nasty sunshine..."

Gul'dan who changed his body is still the old dragon clock. Although he transformed the body with the magic of the warlock to make it look exactly like himself, but the hidden smell of corpses is still Gul'dan's mood could not be pleased.

But in any case, the long-term plan is about to be implemented, which gives Gul'dan a unique expectation in his heart.

He leaned on the bone bone staff and stepped up to the high platform in the camp. Behind him, his apprentice Gujar was just as obedient as before.

Standing under the sun's high platform, Gul'dan's dark red eyes looked at the thousands of orcs and ogres gathered in front of him. He coughed slightly, his fingers moved, and the magic burst out. The next moment, his voice spread. The entire camp.

"The Orcs of the Rape Clan!"

"Ogres of the Twilight's Hammer Clan..."

"I am Gul'dan, you all know me, I am the leader of the Shadow Council, the ancestor of the warlock, I built the door of darkness, and saved you from the world near death, and I took you to kill Enter the Storm Kingdom and occupy the first recuperating territory for the tribe!"

"I was supposed to be a hero of the Horde! Blackhand. Blackhand thinks so too, but it is a pity that Orgrim took the position of Chieftain in a despicable way! He frantically slaughtered the Shadow Council, which is vital to the Horde Let the orc use his precious life to realize his arrogant fantasy!"

"That's a tyrant! That's a lunatic! You all know this!"

Gul'dan's dangerous speech made Sarufar, who was bound in the shadow, widen his eyes, and the curses that Tyrion shouted when he left Quel'Thalas suddenly appeared in his mind...

"Gul'dan will steal the tribe's victory, just as if you stole my victory!"

Saurfang thought it was just the failure of the loser, but now it seems that the death knight...may have guessed all this in front of me!

And Gul'dan's provocation and squabbling continued.

"That was Orgrim's conquest. What does that have to do with us? You are all geniuses who have practiced magic of the Warlock. They should have used their power to easily destroy everything in front of them, but now they are forced to fight like a rude warrior. , Who caused this?"

Gul'dan's voice became poisonous:

"It's Orgrim! It's our "big chief". I want to say, should we as warlocks, shouldn't we pursue power? Is there any normal person who will lock power in a box and not take it out? I, ancient Erdan, the first warlock, here, I assure you, we do not need to endure all this again!"

"I have discovered the supreme secret of this world! I will take you to find it! Believe me... As a warlock, as a leader, I have never disappointed the members of the Shadow Council, and now, neither do I Will disappoint you!"

"Let Orgrim's conquest hell!"

"Next, we have to make a choice for our future! People who are willing to follow me and pursue powerful forces raise their hands!"

"Oh, uh"

The Grim Clan was established by Gul'dan, and they gathered all the orcs who had studied the magic of the Warlock and were forced to give up. In any force, there are guys who are dissatisfied with the status quo. They are the natural supporters of Gul'dan.

As for the truth of the Twilight's Hammer clan... it was a group of hidden cultists who only obeyed the orders of Gujar, and now, Gujar stands beside Gul'dan, how to choose is self-evident.

As for those who are unwilling to obey... Warlocks will not be merciless. Of course, if Zuluhed of the Dragonmaw clan does not die, Gul'dan’s betrayal will not be so smooth, the number of the Dragonmaw clan is the most Yes, that is also an important force that Saurfang used to check and balance Gul'dan.

But Miss Luminas's cut in the Quel'Thalas forest helped Gul'dan really help!

Guldan smiled triumphantly as he looked at his arms full of eyes. He turned his head and gave a dangerous smile to the frantically struggling Saurfang.

"Then go! Brothers, rebuild the Shadow Council! Let the tribe die! When we come back, this world, all the world... will be in our pocket!"

"Burn here, bring all the supplies... let's go!"

When the first ray of flame jumped in the camp, desperate Saurfang roared wildly in his heart:

"Do not!"

"Gul'dan! Traitor! I'm going to kill you!!!"

If you like the death track of Azeroth, please collect it: (www.wuxiahere.com) The literature update of Azeroth's death track is the fastest.