Azeroth’s Death Track

The demon retreated.

Throughout the world of Azeroth, all demons are in a rout.

The reason why these chaotic creatures can continue to fight under the terrifying casualties is because their gods are watching them. The aura of the dark titan is like the most terrifying decree of the gods. As long as the aura is still there, the demons dare not have it. Slightly weak.

In the Burning Legion, the Dark Titan Sargeras was not a benevolent commander. He hated failure, and the ending that the loser might encounter in the Legion made the demons with rough nature feel afraid.

But now, the breath of Sargeras disappeared.

The gods of the demons have left this star field that he swore to destroy, which means...

Invincible Dark Titan, failed!

It lost!

Even the gods lost...

With this horrible result, how can the demons not feel the fear from the bottom of their hearts?

The golden sunlight pierced the vast night of Azeroth like a sharp arrow. In the warm light, on the land of Pandaria, the blood-soaked old Chen led the monks in black guards, chasing the retreating demons in the valley of the four winds.

The monks let out bursts of loud cheers, they chased the sea of ​​demons who had thrown away their helmets and armor, and knocked those demons who dared not even turn their heads to the ground. They wantonly vented their inner ecstasy and pride. Even the usually low-key Tiller farmers, those pandaren farmers, and those slippery hozen rode their domesticated goats, brandished shovels and hoes, and followed Wu The monks chased death and chased north behind them.

Everyone shouted heartily in the sun, they repelled the doomsday! They won!

Above the sky, the pandaren knights of the Cloud Serpent Knights looked at the earth, and the billowing black tide formed by the demons was like a receding tide, gathering back to where they came from from all directions.

Those Gates of the Legion that stood beneath the Serpent's Spine, those Gates of Destruction that burned with flames, brought terrible despair when the war opened. But now, they are symbols of the end of despair.

The newly revived demigod of the wilderness, Monkey King, the leader of the hozens, this mighty hozen stretches out his power. It became as tall as a giant. With a festive cheer, the Monkey King raised the fighting staff in his hand, like a collapsed mountain, and slammed it fiercely at the tide of demons under the Serpent's Spine, completely smashing the burning legion gate. Those demons who destroyed and beat were crying for their fathers and mothers.

Win! Win!

This gigantic hozen scratched its ears and cheeks with great joy, and even danced happily, which made the panda people in the Valley of the Four Winds laugh out loud. In the rear, on the middle of the mountain, Jarod Shadowsong, who always The stable commander of the elves also let himself go in the ecstasy of his heart at this moment. He was like those young people, just like the optimistic pandas, drinking alcohol and congratulating everyone around him on victory .

Cheers resounded throughout the Valley of the Four Winds, throughout Pandaria, and even the entire world.

In the center of the endless sea, on the isolated island of Azsuna, in the demon palace of Faronaar, a special surrender ceremony is also going on.

Snapped

A whip made of demon skulls fell to the ground, and the eredar high demon lady Futhrax waved her hand lazily. The worm whisperer demon standing beside her obsequiously picked up the bone whip dropped by the lady, and presented it to his lord with both hands.

And this arrogant demon queen looked at the group of high-level demons in front of her with disdainful eyes. Her identity at this time was to represent the demon star sea empire jointly established by the eredar demons and the Nathrezim demons. Ambassador of Azeroth. She snorted indifferently, while playing with her nails, she said:

You suffered a big defeat in Azeroth, and the Dark Titan also lost. You must understand your situation. You are the losers of the Burning Legion...

Admiral Veslax rolled her eyes, and she said again:

Moreover, we have received news that the Burning Crusade has completely failed, and His Excellency Sargeras has decided to abandon this wrong plan. In other words, you have nowhere to go, and the entire Azeroth is chasing you!

And in this world, only our demon empire is capable of protecting you. But our demon empire is different from the Burning Legion. We don't want all cats and dogs.

Fuslax's words made the digital high-level demons standing in front of her tremble.

Although in terms of strength, Fuslax is definitely not the opponent of these high-level demons who joined forces, but the current situation is very dangerous. The Titans and Reapers of Azeroth have returned, and the demons may not be afraid of those mortals. But in the face of Titan and Reaper, if they continue to resist, there is only one dead end.

Demons are also life, and they also want to beg for life in the face of death.

How about this.

Fethrax flicked her fingers. The eredar demon was not ashamed of a betrayer at all. She pretended to think deeply for a moment, and then said triumphantly:

Let's prove your sincerity first.

In the name of the Demon Empire's ruling group, I will propose a truce agreement to all the forces in Azeroth, but you! Listen carefully, this is your last chance. Within a week, you will have all the major stocks in this world The demons are gathered together, and the world transformation on Nasreza's side requires a lot of labor.

How about it?

Fuslax sat up straight, just like a real demon queen, she asked with a frosty face:

Do you agree?

The high-ranking demons located below the Demon King's Court looked at each other, and I looked at you, but in the end, no one dared to raise objections. The Burning Crusade is coming to an end, and the Dark Titans don't pay much attention to the demons at all. The decline of the Burning Legion is already doomed.

They have to find a home for themselves.

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we won!

Alsace who had just walked out of the cemetery heard the cheers from the burning city. In the sky above his head, those winged demons rushed to the outside of the battlefield. The Ruis were chasing them, sporadic gunshots sounded in the city, and in front of Alsace, the golden sunlight dispelled the darkness like a waterfall, which made him feel relieved.

The war is over...

The Grand Duke subconsciously raised his hand and let out a loud cry. The joy in his heart had no place to rest, so the next moment, he turned around, and under the surge of emotions in his heart, he hugged his wife, and in the stupor of Archmage Jaina, their lips kissed together.

Beside them, the soldiers who survived the bitter battle also cheered constantly around their commander, and there were also good-natured laughter and whistles.

It made this Jaina blush, but in the face of the hard-won victory, no amount of venting could be overstated.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the Emperor's vehicle, the Skyfire, which was badly damaged but barely able to fly, rushed into the sky. Varian, who had changed into a suit of armor, was leaning on the Warbreaker. His bloody face was full of smiles, and he kept waving to the people below. And the people also shouted the emperor's name and waved the broken battle flag in their hands. The mages used their last magic power to sprinkle magical fireworks representing victory in the sky of Baita City Port.

The city... The city was almost reduced to ruins, without its former splendor and magnificence. But as long as people are still there, there is still hope for everything.

Varian landed in front of the Cathedral of the Holy Light, where most of the dome had been blown away, and the Pope of the Holy Light, Chaldea, who was covered in black and gray, greeted him there.

At the moment when Varian fell, a red figure rushed into his arms, Valeera hugged her husband tightly, and saw Varian rushing to the sky to drop the Great Sword of Griber At that moment, she thought that she was going to lose him forever.

It's okay! Don't cry, it's okay.

Varian comforted his wife, he said softly:

Everything is fine!

Valeera sniffled, wiped her tears, smiled at Varian, and turned sideways. Under Varian's gaze, a long white dress caught his eyes. Under the sun, Queen Tiffany, wearing a white dress and holding an umbrella, was right in front of his eyes. In the queen's blood-red eyes, there was also a touch of worry and joy that could not be concealed.

Varian subconsciously took a few steps forward. He stretched out his arms and embraced his queen. The two looked at each other with an intoxicating tenderness.

Behind them, Valeera stood there with a little regret. She knew that she would never have all of Varian. In the emperor's heart, there was always a piece of pure land that belonged to the woman in front of him.

But at the next moment, Varian and Tiffany turned their heads at the same time, the emperor hugged the queen with a smile on his face, and the queen waved towards Valeera. The master assassin was stunned for a moment, but then, a smile appeared on her face.

She stepped forward and stood on Varian's other side...

Ah... so many people died.

In Stormwind City, the capital of the Federal District, in the council hall that still smelled of gunpowder smoke, the potbellied Speaker Edwin Van Cleef sat weakly on his chair. In the previous battles, he was also a fighter, but he didn't exercise all year round and let his martial arts relax. As a result, he died 11 times in a row in the battle to defend Stormwind City, and he almost couldn't be saved.

In VanCleef's hands, rough casualty reports. The red numbers representing casualties gave Van Cleef a shocking feeling.

Even with the blessing of the power of death, not every soul can survive that painful and terrifying battle. Just a rough estimate, this battle wiped out the population growth of the federation in the past five years, and directly cut off one-seventh of the population base of the entire federation.

This can no longer be said to be a traumatic loss, it is simply a stab in the heart of the Commonwealth... It has already shown signs of excessive blood loss.

but...

They somehow won.

It's worth the heavy price. After this battle, the entire federation, and even the entire world of Azeroth, no longer had any difficulties hindering their development. As long as they could survive this difficult time, the road ahead of them would be smooth sailing.

They have embarked on the starting point of this bright road, and they have truly owned the future.

Your Excellency the Speaker stood by the window that was broken like a post-war ruin. He looked at the carnival crowd outside the window, and there was a sincere smile on his face.

Let's talk about these heavy things later.

Now... enjoy the glory of this hard-won victory.

I hate you! You're a liar!

On the summit of Mount Hyjal, Yuna held the crystal in her hand and screamed in a rare gesture of true anger:

You said clearly that you would help! But we almost died! Just a little bit!

Facing Yuna's accusation, the crystal trembled steadily, and a moment later, a slightly distorted, but very thick, male voice with a hint of magnetism came out of it, and there was a touch of laziness in that voice.

The mysterious voice said to Yuna:

No, no, little idiot... What I told you is that after the story is over, I will help you. But you have to understand... the story is not over yet, and I can't intervene... But, I have seen the ending, and I know that you can survive.

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Yuna to refute, and said:

Before Lord Tyrion finds out, send Banner back, and don't come over rashly for a while, little Yuna, that bitch of death has noticed you, be careful yourself. Your Excellency Ryan will make a little preparation for his 'visit' in the future.

I can see that it's going to be a great bet.

I hate you! Cyber!

Seeing that the mysterious man on the opposite side stopped talking, Yuna sniffled and screamed:

Next time you have to cook me a big meal yourself! Otherwise, I will never forgive you again! I swear!

Well, it seems that Yuna-sama's big secret has not been revealed until now.

In the world of the dead, in the castle of loneliness, the great lord who returned from the death star sea walked quietly in his castle. He opened the door of his room and saw a beautifully decorated... er, coffin .

This brought a smile to the corner of the great lord's mouth. He stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed the coffin away. In that coffin, Aurelia Windrunner, who was like a Sleeping Beauty, was lying in it with her eyes closed, as if she was truly asleep.

The blood mistress also joined in the interception of Graber before, and her blood body was completely destroyed, but fortunately, Salaine of her level has too many ways to complete self-resuscitation, not Requires extra worry from the Highlord.

Tyrion looked at his sleeping wife in the coffin. She was still as beautiful as he remembered. In the past, this stupid woman had been by his side and spent so many years with him.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the long blood-colored hair of Mistress Blood. He lowered his head, kissed Alleria on the forehead, and whispered in her ear:

Honey, I'm back...

The most beautiful and best dawn has come...

The perfect time I promised you has come. Open your eyes and see it.

No! Don't! I'm angry!

The blood mistress closed her eyes, just like the little girl in Windrunner Manor back then, she pouted and snorted, she said:

I've died once...but you don't care about me at all.

Facing the rare Alleria who played childish temper, the great lord smiled softly, turned over, and lay himself in the coffin of the blood mistress. He leaned against Alleria, stretched for the first time without any scruples, regardless of his image, closed his eyes, and said softly:

I was wrong...

so...

Let me use the rest of my life to make up for you.