Azeroth’s Death Track

As early as the moment he entered the Burning Plain, Anduin Lothar had a premonition.

This will be the last battlefield of his life, he will die here... and his death will bring the alliance the final victory.

This is not wishful thinking or an occasional whim of the old man. In fact, Lothar foresaw his own death in a special way three years ago.

That was when he rushed into Karazhan with a group of soldiers, led by mage Khadgar and half-orc assassin Garona, and personally killed his lifelong friend Medivh.

At the moment when he pierced Medivh's heart with his sword, in his eyes full of tears, there was that gorgeous and strange light in the air of Karazhan, and he peeped a trace of fate in that light. When it came to how he fell off the horse in the battlefield, he saw how Orgrim the orc chieftain broke his long sword, and he also saw the scene where Orgrim smashed his head with a hammer.

On the battlefield of the Burning Plain, everything developed exactly the same as that trace of fate. It was not that he had tried to resist this fate, but when he really saw this war and saw the desperate look on the faces of those orcs... At that time, he understood that this is him, and this is Anduin Lothar's destination.

He must die here! After his death, his lieutenant Turalyon took over his broken sword and completely defeated Orgrim! Defeat the Horde together! Bring the victory back to the Alliance!

His death is part of victory, part of destiny!

Turalyon, fate has chosen you, come on, accept it all, and bring victory to the Alliance.

Watching Orgrim's war hammer hit his head little by little, Lothar's eyes closed as his gray hair fluttered, and his fingers holding the broken sword loosened at this moment.

But at the next moment, Lothar didn't feel the pain of the warhammer smashing his head. On the contrary, beside him, a cold energy fell from the sky to the ground, and he felt cold fingers strangling his neck, pulling him off the ground. raised it.

Lothar opened his eyes, and saw the elf death knight confronting the orc chief.

This is not right!

That's not right! That's not how fate arranged it!

Lothar struggled subconsciously. The power of a top fighter prevented Tyrion from imprisoning the human marshal. In front of him, the orc chief was unwilling to give up his victory. Lothar, who was caught by Tyrion, smashed down again.

Aww

An ugly roar resounded in the sky. Amidst the panicked screams of the Griffin Riders, a huge black bone dragon tore through the clouds. Its dark red eyes stared at the battlefield below. Under the command of Glokush, , the necromantic dragon opened its mouth full of sharp teeth. Although it no longer has a respiratory organ, the necromantic dragon that returned from death still took a deep breath.

The next moment, black smoke sprayed out from its terrifying black bone dragon kiss, mixed with magma-like flames. This red dragon still maintains the ability of dragon breath after death, but that kind can be used for healing, The fire of life, which could also be used to destroy, has dissipated, replaced by a storm of dark smoke and flames that is more in line with the identity of a necromantic dragon.

The dark breath of death wrapped around the magma-like pillar of fire, sweeping across the battlefield below like a flaming whip, this dragon's breath was much weaker than the living red dragon, but once it was involved in the dark smoke around the flames, It will be attacked by scorching hot and cold forces at the same time, and the dark smoke and dust of the Necromancer Dragon spread everywhere in just a few seconds, leaving a black-gray path of ashes on the ground, which will wrap around The orcs and humans who were fighting together were forcibly separated.

To be honest, this thing is much more difficult to deal with than the simple dragon's breath.

Let me go! This is not my destiny! This is not the alliance's destiny!

Seeing that a good situation was disrupted by this guy who appeared suddenly, Marshal Lothar angrily broke free from Tyrion's shackles, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and rushed towards the death knight.

who are you!

Your fate is not here, Anduin Lothar! Quiet me now!

The strange black sword in the death knight's hand waved, the blade cut across the air, and made a howling sound like howling ghosts and howling wolves, knocking Marshal Lothar's dagger into the air. The death knight turned around and blocked Orgrim's warhammer attack with the long sword. His eyes moved, and the dark red death energy sprang up from the ground, trapping Lothar who was trying to sneak attack from behind in mid-air.

Traitor! Die!

The Doomhammer swung by Orgrim was blocked by the scorching blade of Apocalypse. The death knight swung his left hand, and the roaring death coil hit the chief's chest, leaving a scar on his black plate armor. The mark of corrosion knocked the orc back a few steps.

puff

The sharp blade of the broken sword pierced the death knight's body from behind. Cold blood gushed out from the wound, but was quickly drawn back into the body. Tyrion looked down at the broken blade that pierced his abdomen. A very unpleasant gloom flashed by.

For his savior, Anduin Lothar had no gratitude at all. This marshal, who had seen the future destiny, was now full of worries about the alliance. He was afraid that the fateful victory of the alliance would be destroyed by the death knight in front of him.

After all, everyone now knows that death knights are special arms of the tribe! While Tyrion is fighting Orgrim, chances are this guy has something to do with the Horde!

Can't keep him!

Lothar felt a killing intent in his heart. Holding the broken sword in his hand, he launched a righteous backstab from behind, piercing Tyrion's body, but failed to stop the death knight's movement.

You piss me off! Stupid Lothar!

Tyrion swung his sword, forced Orgrim back, turned around and clasped Lothar's wrist with his backhand, red light flashed in his blue eyes, and the blood in Lothar's body flowed rapidly at this moment, During Salein's frantic blood draw, it sprayed out from the wound on his body, and soon formed a translucent blood shield on the surface of the death knight's body.

boom

The severe pain erupting from the inside of the body made Marshal Lothar's counterattack out of shape. The death knight dodged his fist and swung his palm. The cold armor hit Lothar's neck. After losing a lot of blood, , This blow made the marshal dizzy.

Glockush, take the bastard away!

Tyrion grabbed Lothar's arm with his left hand, turned around on the spot, and threw the old marshal's body into the air. The knights jumped up and tried to catch the old marshal, but when the parabola reached the highest point, they died. Under the attack of muskets, arrows and those nasty Griffin Knights, the spirit dragon flew across the air quickly. The orc death knight threw a death grip at the right time, and directly grabbed Lothar back to the dragon's back.

Are you...

boom

Before Lothar finished speaking, the orc death knight's heavy fist hit him on the head.

Take a good rest! Your Excellency the Marshal!

Tyrion, come up! We should go!

A chain was thrown at Tyrion's feet, and the elf death knight held the humming magic sword Apocalypse in both hands. In the shining runes on the sword body, the cold death energy gathered around his body into a substantial frost storm , Breaking Orgrim's unwilling offensive, the war chief had to withdraw from the death knight's attack range.

swish

Tyrion grabbed the chain with one hand, and Apocalypse was inserted back into the scabbard behind him. Amid the deep roar of the Necromancer Dragon, the death knight's body soared into the sky. He stretched out two fingers and placed them on his forehead, his eyes were red Orgrim made an odd military salute.

Farewell! Great Chief, I hope you have a good time in the alliance's prisoner-of-war camp. If I have the opportunity, I will visit you...

The mocking laughter made Orgrim grab the battle ax in hand, and threw it towards the death knight in the air. The latter threw a death coil with his backhand, smashing the battle ax into the air.

His eyes swept across the battlefield below, and the elf death knight didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart. This time, the operation to save Lothar seemed to go smoothly, but he hadn't forgotten those annoying bronze dragons, so he couldn't stay here any longer.

Go to the Deadwind Path, and go directly to the Dark Gate after delivery. The less time you delay, the better!

The death knight was thinking about the next action steps. Suddenly, a scorching light blade shot from the battlefield below. Tyrion was suddenly awakened. He lowered his head and saw a glorious holy light It hit him like a warhammer.

Tyrion swung his chains in the air, barely dodging the Hammer of the Holy Light, but the chains swinging in the air couldn't dodge. With the crackling sound, the death knight's body fell downwards, and he Stretching out his left hand, huge death energy spewed out from the palm of his hand, and clasped it on the body of the Necromancer Dragon. He lowered his head, and saw the guy who stood on the hillside and threw this Judgment of Light.

That was Lothar's adjutant, a great knight wearing silver armor and holding a sword and shield...Turalyon!

As soon as he saw this guy, another girl's figure flashed in Tyrion's heart, and a nameless hostility shook in the death knight's heart. Seeing the scorching holy light gather in Turalyon's hands again, Tyrion Ryan's eyes flashed fiercely.

swish

The Death Grip was actively disconnected by it, and the dark power from the Blasphemy Seal spread its dark wings behind him. He pulled out Apocalypse with his backhand in the air, and with the strange hissing of the magic sword, he slammed fiercely at Turalyon below. Cut over.

Glockush, take him away! I'll kill an annoying paladin first, and then I'll come...

Tyrion! Don't waste time on him, we've done what we have to do, let Medivh handle the rest.

The orc's voice sounded in Tyrion's heart, and the latter knew that Glokush was right. They saved the mortal Lothar, which made the bronze dragon come at any time, but this time, the death knight didn't use his reason Stopping the nameless fire within, he surrendered instead to that rare rage of the dead.

Medivh? You really thought he was a friend? Don't say it! Go ahead, throw Lothar at the entrance of Deadwind Path, and go to the Portal of Darkness to join Rogelio and the others as fast as you can!

Although he didn't know what kind of feud Tyrion had with that annoying paladin, Glokush already knew from Tyrion's tone that this matter could not be changed. This orc was also a decisive guy, and he immediately Pull on the reins of the Necromancer and blast off into the air.

They drove Lothar towards the direction of the windward path, and behind the undead dragon, those red young dragons who did not know how to live or die followed.

Dragonmaw offal!

Glokush Blackhand glanced back at the flamboyant red young dragons and those scolding dragon knights. The intent of killing surged in the eyes of the orc death knight. said:

Auguste Terraz, do you want to find a chance to kill them?

After a while, the hoarse voice of the undead dragon sounded:

I'd be happy to kill these traitors, I'd be happy to tear their throats and flesh, don't call that name, that's not my name...Call me, Deathstroke!

The necromantic dragon spread its wings and flew higher into the night sky, while Tyrion fought an angry Turalyon on the ground.

He propped up the green anti-magic shield, allowing the holy light that Turalyon slammed on him to be absorbed silently. Facing the weird magic sword in Tyrion's hand, Turalyon, who became more and more skilled in martial arts, struck Very tough.

Tyrion! You never forget to extinguish the Holy Light! Never try to destroy all this!

Turalyon roared and swung the long sword. The scorching holy light wrapped around his blade with a dazzling light, which made him look more brave and determined.

This sword is for Lothar!

boom

The black and golden weapons collided together, and the huge force from his wrist caused Turalyon to be knocked back several steps. Tyrion sneered, he stepped forward with a wrong step, and a huge death wave surged from his other hand. The spiritual energy, like a whirling storm, and like a war hammer smashing everything, ruthlessly hit the holy light shield on the surface of Turalyon's body.

boom

Turalyon's holy light and Tyrion's death collided and annihilated each other, like a howling storm, blowing the hair of the two people. The paladin waved his shield and smashed at the death knight in front of him, who took a step back , the magic sword was inserted back into the scabbard on the back, and at the moment Turalyon's sword and shield were separated, Tyrion's left hand quickly stuck to the surface of his shield.

The Blasphemy Sigil buzzed, pouring even greater energy into Tyrion's body, the cold light in the death knight's eyes became more dazzling, and the gushing death energy was like a dark tide, quickly eroding the body of the paladin. The holy light on the watch made Turalyon grit his teeth and wanted to continue, but the death knight grinned grinningly and hooked his fingers.

The next moment, the blood in Turalyon's body merged into three swirling liquids and fell into Tyrion's palm. The uncontrollable pain exploded in the paladin's body, causing the holy light that could still persist on his body to explode. become swaying.

dang lang

Like the sound of breaking glass, the holy light suddenly shattered, and Turalyon’s handsome cheek was also hit hard by a cold fist, causing his head to shift outward, making his body stagger. He stepped back, and the next moment, cold fingers clasped his neck, grabbing his body from the ground.

The death knight approached the paladin, and the cold and dead breath made the paladin tremble all over. He whispered in the struggling Turalyon's ear:

I don't want to extinguish your so-called holy light at all...Your life is full of violence and war. What qualifications do you have to talk to me about salvation and order? Come on, big knight...

I just want to kill you... that's all!

His fingers tightened slowly, the light jumping in his eyes became colder and colder, the other finger hooked forward, and behind the paladin, the magic sword Apocalypse, which was floating strangely, roared with no one holding it. cut off.

Farewell, Turalyon.

puff