Azeroth’s Death Track

The Burning Steppes originated from a catastrophe 300 years ago.

It was at the end of the War of the Three Hammers of the Dwarves. Facing the two clans of the Bronzebeard and the Wildhammers who joined forces, the Dark Iron Dwarves living in the Redridge Mountains retreated steadily. The ruler of the clan at that time, the old Prince Thaurissan used An evil altar summoned a monster. He tried to use this method to reverse the defeat. Unfortunately, old Thaurissan was not lucky. He summoned the most violent and depraved fire elemental king among the four elements.

What appeared in the arrogant Saffron flames was the phantom of the Firelord Ragnaros.

Although it was only an illusion of power, the terrifying power possessed by the Lord of Elements was still transmitted to the world of Azeroth through the altar, tearing Red Ridge Mountain, the largest mountain range in the Kingdom of Stormwind, into two halves, and the roaring volcano in Ragnaros The domineering roar rose up, and the original forests and plains were flooded by scorching magma, and all life was swallowed.

When everything was over, the Burning Plains appeared, and the old leader of the Dark Iron Dwarves died because of this. His reckless behavior made the Dark Iron Dwarves enslaved by the Fire Demon King. 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 300 years of vicissitudes, there are still only ashes and despair entangled in this land.

Tyrion sat cross-legged in the northwest corner of the Black Stone Mountain, which had completely disappeared, stretching out his hand to tease the ghost owl on his shoulder, and holding three rough stones in his other hand, as if he picked them up for fun.

The Altar of Storms and the continuous mountain peaks that once stood here have been sprayed into a crater mountain sunken into the ground by Malygos' magical breath. This place is just behind the Blackrock Tower. , and until the orcs in Blackrock Spire are not dealt with, the alliance's scouts can't get here.

This is a perfect hiding place. The restless magic power here can also cover up the necromantic energy that cannot be concealed by the Dark Blade Knights, but it is a pity that when Tyrion came to this crater, he found Talon Blood The demon's body was shattered into powder, but his soul was not found.

That cunning warlock must have somehow escaped the golden cicada's shell.

There is movement in the Blackrock Spire!

A hoarse voice sounded behind Tyrion, and the death knight didn't turn his head back. The moon claws that landed on his arm uttered a cry, flapped its wings and landed on the shoulders of the watchers behind, and kissed the cold owl helmet.

This is Nasa, the blood watcher of the Dark Blade Knights who is currently in charge of investigation. She and her three sisters still maintain their previous attire, but the dark green cloak and armor have been dyed dark red. This is not Tai. Ryan's bad taste, but they did it themselves, probably because of a change in mentality.

Nasa opened her hand, and she fed the broken soul stone to Moon Claw. After the owl flapped its wings and flew away, Nasa continued:

Humans opened the portal and sent a group of assassins into Blackrock Tower, destroying the supplies of the orcs. Human commanders are using this method to force the orcs out of the fort for a decisive battle.

Tyrion nodded, moved his nose slightly, and whispered:

It seems that I gave you too much freedom, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, Nasa, if you continue like this, you will destroy yourself.

so what?

The watchman stood behind Tyrion with her hips akimbo. She no longer had the austere temperament she once had. Although she was wearing the same style of armor, now she was almost the same opposite creature as before.

I don't need to suppress myself anymore, you told me, Tyrion! You told me that I am free... now you want to restrict me with rules?

Uh...no!

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

You can do whatever you like, if it makes you feel happy, you can rush into the human position to suck blood like crazy, I can pretend I didn't see it...but!

Tyrion put his finger on Nasa's shoulder, and the watcher subconsciously wanted to get out of the way, but at this moment, Salain's instinct took over his body, like a well-behaved cat, letting Tyrion Cold fingers caressed her neck, which made goosebumps rise up on her neck.

But remember, Nasa, you are a member of the Dark Blade Knights. If your body is destroyed because of blood thirst, I will not hesitate to take your soul out and pour it into another innocent elf. You know I can do it, and you also know that the rules of the living can't control the dead, and I don't care about it, and I don't think you want us to go this far, right?

If it was possible, Nasa wished she could swing the knife wheel and chop off the dog's head of the guy in front of her, but she couldn't do it. After more than ten seconds of silence, Nasa nodded in humiliation.

Fine! Girl...that's it.

Tyrion whispered:

I am a person who is afraid of trouble, so take care of yourself, take care of your sisters, just like Ms. Maiev used to take care of you, and try not to embarrass me.

Tyrion turned around and waved:

Go, tell Glokush, prepare the Necromancer, and when Lothar is about to die, we will drop from the sky and rescue him, and hope that Mr. Medivh will not lose the chain. trouble!

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

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

kindness?

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

Go about your business.

The Blood Warden disappeared like a shadow into this magical crater. The death knight moved his fingers. He clenched his fist, then let it go, and finally clenched it again.

Women, do you like to meddle in your own business?

On the other side, at the same time when the death knights were preparing for the airborne rescue, in the last fortress of the orcs, Blackstone Tower, heavily armed orc warriors were intensely searching every dark alley in the mountain city.

The magic power fluctuations of the wizards' teleportation techniques could not hide from the tribal shamans. At the moment the teleportation fluctuations occurred, the orcs of the Burning Blade and Blackstone clans were mobilized almost without the order of the chief.

Although the chiefs of the various clans usually have conflicts, in the current desperate situation, everyone knows that if they don't stick together, they will die.

The first batch of infiltrated assassins were quickly discovered, and they threw out the incendiary bombs they had specially prepared for this operation. In an instant, the road leading to the Blackrock Spire tribal warehouse was completely covered in flames.

Go!

A human assassin was cut in the abdomen by a throwing ax flying out of the flames, and he fell to the ground covered in blood. This guy was blind in one eye, and the remaining eye was shining with dying fear and burning All the hatred, holding two green high-explosive bombs tightly in his hands, he turned his head and yelled frantically at those brothers who still wanted to rescue him:

Go! Go and burn their food!

I can't live anymore... I don't want to live anymore! I'm going to spend time with my wife and children. If you are a brother, help me kill a few more green skins!

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the leading assassin captain. He gritted his teeth and waved his hand. The four assassins followed him and rushed forward. The blind assassin curled up in the flames, feeling the pain of his clothes and skin being ignited. .

He heard the violent roars of those orcs, and in the blazing flames in front of him, he seemed to see his gentle wife and intelligent son. He was just a small farmer in Elwynn Forest, and his life was nothing. Good day, but at least with family, but the orcs burned his farm and burned his family alive in the house.

That bone-biting hatred has engulfed him, and he has lived until now just for this moment in front of him.

Kick all of you bastards out of this world!

The orc shaman broke through the flames and watched the bloodthirsty orc rushing towards him. On the burnt face of the dying assassin, there was a most satisfied smile, but in that terrifying face, it looked so ferocious. .

This is a return gift from SI:7! Offal!

boom

The high explosive made by the dwarf engineer Ayla produced a terrible explosion in this closed passage. The all-consuming flames rolled up the surrounding solid stones like a dragon, and the explosives were burned red amidst the crushed stones and flames. The iron nails turned into a whistling nightmare, and the two orcs were killed on the spot, and the shaman hiding in the back was also pierced through the chest by the flying iron nails.

Maybe there is no such thing as retribution in this world, but when the orcs slaughtered humans, they might have been prepared to bear the cruelest revenge.

boom boom boom

The big explosions that also caused hatred were one after another in the passage of Blackrock Tower at this time. The chief was already alarmed. He led the Kor'kron guards and rushed to the warehouse where the orcs stored war materials. Orcs were brutally cut down, and Orgrim knew better than anyone the result of these materials being burned.

Soon, he appeared right in front of the intact warehouse, but before the chief could show a smile, a human figure jumped out from the shadows. He was wearing black leather armor with a dagger on his waist, Wearing a black mask, his body was covered with blood, and there were terrible wounds, but this human assassin's body was very strong, and he looked like a warrior.

He stared directly at Orgrim with his gray eyes, and the war chief was also looking at him. He instinctively told Orgrim that he should have seen the human in front of him.

Elton, Captain of His Majesty's Royal Guard.

The elite Kor'kron guard roared and rushed towards the humans in front of him. He did not dodge or dodge. In the last moments of his life, the eccentric assassin introduced himself and his purpose for coming here in a hoarse voice.

The despicable assassination made me lose my allegiance to His Majesty. I betrayed my honor and saved my life just for this moment!

Orgrim! The Horde's last hope, your last hope...sorry, I took it!

boom

The Korkron warrior's sharp ax slashed into Elton's body, and at the moment the blood spattered, the high-explosive bomb in the hand of the guard exploded. And the incendiary bombs were continuously ignited, and this number of serial explosions completely destroyed the tower where the orcs hid war materials in just an instant.

In the scorching flames, the intact chieftain, who was protected by the shaman's spell, had his eyes glazed over. Seeing the explosion in front of him throw the remaining stones of the tower into the magma tens of meters below, his tall body shook one time.

He is very clear that in this situation, humans will inevitably counterattack, and war materials are an important guarantee for the tribe 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 human beings who lost everything underestimated their madness.

Open the door...

Orgrim muttered to himself, and the Kor'kron guard beside him froze for a moment. The next moment, the great chief turned over and grabbed his collar. Like a beast that chooses to eat.

I said it! Open the door! Fight to the death with the alliance dog! Today!

On the other side, the portal of the mages opened again, and Shaw, covered in blood, fell to the ground. Marshal Lothar stepped forward and helped up the new leader of SI:7. Holding the marshal's wrist, he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell, and said in a deep voice:

The time for the decisive battle has come, Marshal...Orgrim has nowhere to go! Mission accomplished...

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

Before he finished speaking, Shaw's complexion tightened, and the wound on his abdomen burst again. Amid the marshal's roar, he turned his head and looked at the 1,500 assassins who rushed into Blackrock Tower with him, only came back. 300 people, this terrible loss made Shore's heart twitch like a tear.

But he had to do this... With a noble sacrifice, he won victory for the Alliance, paved the way for the rebuilding of the Stormwind Kingdom, and allowed SI:7, whose bones were broken by the orcs, to regain the soul of an assassin!

And did the assassins win?

Of course they won!

They used their crazy sacrifices to push Orgrim and his tribe to a real desperate situation... This is the power of hatred, this is the power of crazy assassins, the power that can reverse the war and seal the fate!

You see, rabbits can bite people when their eyes are red, and it hurts!