Azeroth’s Death Track

It's really disappointing. My new owner is such a cruel man.

Nasa embraced Tyrion's waist in a very ambiguous gesture. The Blood Warden didn't wear that heavy armor. She only wore a long red dress and rode the same horse as the death knight.

She opened her eyes, and gently stroked Tyrion's cheek with her fingers. She said softly with a trace of malice that could not be concealed:

Just rejecting Miss Windrunner's retention so simply and neatly, let us guess. If you had kept her at that time, maybe she would have even left everything behind and wandered around the world with you... What an infatuated chick.

I am already dead.

Tyrion said casually: What she wants, I don't have it here, the whole world wants to kill me, I have no qualifications, I don't have time to think about for someone, always focus on On things that have nothing to do with survival... I might die again, that's all.

A man like you can really lie!

Nassa's fingers slid on the armor on Tyrion's chest, and her voice became low:

Your life and mine are connected by the blood of the cursed Salayne, you can't fool me, every time you see her, your emotions will become weird, she is very important to you, and I think, Maybe she doesn't value these life and death things.

Women are always slaves to feelings...

After saying this, Nasa seemed to have thought of something, she suddenly fell silent, and when the horse stepped into the mountain pass of the Black Swamp, the blood watcher in a long skirt jumped off the horse, not The one who spoke disappeared into thin air.

Tyrion is used to Nasa's neurotic behavior. The blood of Salayne may not change her mind, but it has already begun to affect her behavior and character. In the confrontation between the desire for blood and the will, her behavior is crazy Some are not incomprehensible.

Riding on the horse, Tyrion stared straight ahead. This place is called the Dark Swamp. It was the barren land at the southernmost tip of the continent, a deserted swamp. Under the influence of the Dark Portal, two-thirds of the swamp, which was originally full of quagmire and bad climate, has been destroyed. The place where one can see is a dark red barren land where not even a single tree can be seen.

In this dark setting, the death knight pulled the reins, and the skeleton warhorse raised its hooves and rushed into this barren land.

And in the dim distance, in the valley surrounded by mountains, strange thunder and lightning fell from the sky, rendering the valley like a dark entrance to hell.

That, is where the door of darkness is, and beyond that door is a new world.

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In the Burning Plains, the 7-year war between the Alliance and the Horde has come to an end. This night's fierce battle is like a blood sacrifice, and it is about to give birth to the final victor.

Rush! Rush in!

Reginald Windsor, the general of the Kingdom of Stormwind, chopped down the orc who turned and fled in front of him with his long sword. Behind the blood-soaked body were the Union soldiers rushing up the slope of the Blackrock Spire. These survivors in the war The warriors who came down were full of courage, but in front of them, the once violent and invincible orcs lost their souls and threw away their armor.

They huddled together like goats being driven, howling and screaming, trying to rush into the passage of Blackrock Tower, but in their desperate eyes, at the end of the road, the heavy door was slowing down. Close slowly.

Shut it! Mam! Damn it, shut it! We'll be sent to hell by these routs!

Reid Blackhand waved the red war blade, and hacked to death the rout in front of him. Behind him, Maim Blackhand looked at those compatriots who were driven away by human soldiers with a sad face. They had completely lost their lives. Gaining the courage to fight, they are rushing towards the last refuge.

Chief, maybe we can save them...

The Blackstone orc soldiers beside Red grabbed the chief's arm and shouted:

Let's charge a wave, maybe we can disperse those alliance dogs!

Do not be silly!

With red eyes, Red shouted to the Blackrock orcs beside him: Orgrim has failed, these routs will disperse us, they will only open a passage for the alliance dogs to enter Blackrock Spire!

idiot!

puff

Another fleeing orc in a panic was hacked to death by Red, who kicked another rout with a roar:

Think about your family members! They are all in Blackrock Tower, if the Alliance rushes in, the Blackrock clan will be finished!

Shut the door! Mam!

Hearing his brother's roar, Maim Blackhand raised his head again. Behind the rout of the orcs, the human soldiers roared. They waved their battle flags like an invincible torrent.

Maim felt a tremor, a fear that made him ashamed, and finally, the Blackstone warlord shook his hand.

Close the gate!

Boom

In the sound of the internal chains and organs, Red Blackhand led the Blackstone orcs back to the entrance of the Blackstone Tower. Seeing that the heavy gate was about to close, the fleeing orcs let out earth-shattering howls. They aimed their weapons at The compatriots who were crowded in front, under the threat of death, these orcs went completely crazy.

They killed each other, just to open a way to a safe zone. The ferocity and cruelty shocked the alliance soldiers who followed them.

My God...

A colonel following General Windsor subconsciously put down the sword and shield in his hand. He looked at the orcs who were killing each other, and said in a low voice:

This is crazy...

No! No! Don't leave us!

An orc covered in blood fell down in front of the gate of the Blackstone Tower, leaving only a gap. His fingers were stuck on the ground, and he crawled towards the door in front of him little by little. Red watched the compatriot crawl on the ground. Seeing the shocking blood under his body, for a moment, Reid even wanted to rush out desperately, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and turned around.

boom

The heavy black door closed behind him, as if cutting the world apart. Outside the door was the hell of the defeated tribe, but inside the door, there was silence, although the roar of orcs and There was a scream, but Reid tried his best to calm himself down. He raised his head and saw his brother with red eyes. He said softly:

Horde... Horde of Orgrim, it's over.

And on the plain less than 2,000 yards away from the Blackrock Tower, the Great Chief Orgrim, who was surrounded by a dozen human warriors, swung a hammer and knocked back the sword that was approaching him, panting for breath. , Looking back at the Blackstone Tower with the gate closed, he showed the most bitter smile on his blood-stained face.

Behind him, there are the two-handed sword master Old Dar and the few remaining orc warriors. Underfoot, the corpses of Kor'kron who guarded the warchief and the most powerful sword masters of the Burning Blade clan have filled the battlefield.

There are more human knights, war horses and war wolf corpses. Under the sunlight, the blood almost dyed the dark red land red.

Orgrim, you are finished!

Admiral Dai Lin wiped the blood stains on his face with his hands. With a grin, he dragged his long sword and rushed towards the surrounded orc chief. Beside him were the great knights Uther, Tirion Fordring and Lordan The great lord of Lun, Alessandro Mograine, the strongest warriors and paladins in the human world gathered together to see off the great chief of this tribe.

Outside of this small surrounded battlefield, the alliance's victory is within easy reach. The knights led the infantry to defeat those orcs who were still stubbornly fighting one by one, and more often they fought each other in desperate situations. At this time, the alliance The superiority in numbers was magnified almost infinitely. Many orcs roared and wanted to rush into the battlefield and rescue their chiefs, but they were firmly blocked from the battle circle by the soldiers of the alliance.

boom

The epee that Dai Lin slashed was blocked by Orgrim's warhammer, and sparks flew from the collision of the weapons. The exhausted great chief was beaten back several steps, and the black plate armor on his body had been cut with many gaps. , his hair was disheveled, his face was covered with blood, and he was extremely embarrassed, which could be called the end of the road.

The Horde's defeat made Orgrim extremely painful, and he was determined to fight to the death like a real orc chieftain. He roared and clenched his warhammer tightly, and fought with Dailin who rushed up again.

I am Orgrim! Warchief of the Horde! Maybe I will die here...but you! You will...be buried with me!

Keng

Dailin's epee was dropped by Orgrim, and the two knights who were guarding Dailin immediately stepped forward to protect Dailin. A wave of desperate counterattack.

But seeing the great knights also rushing to the battlefield, the old sword master of Burning Blade roared and jumped in front of Orgrim. On top of it was entwined with raging flames, and in the desperate attack of the old sword master, the sharp long sword swung almost in place into a ferocious storm of blades.

Take the great chief!

The old swordsman pushed Orgrim back, and he shouted to the orcs beside him: He shouldn't die here! I will block them! Take him away!

Before he finished speaking, the great knight Uther rushed into the blade storm. The strong holy light formed a solid shield against the deadly sword. He waved the war hammer in his hand. Under the blessing of the holy light, the light war hammer It hit the old sword master's body fiercely, destroying Dahl's offensive. Dai Lin stepped forward, and the sharp blade pierced the old sword master's chest from behind.

puff

Blood dripped down the blade, and the fatal pain drove Dahl completely mad. He punched Dai Lin in the chest, knocking the admiral to the ground, holding the sword with both hands, and resisting the attack of the paladin. , slashing frantically on Uther's armor.

boom

Uther's shield of holy light was shattered, and amidst the flying golden light feathers, the desperate sword master's attacks became more and more fierce, forcing the paladin to retreat. Behind him, Tirion Fordring could not speak Immediately rushed up, and the war hammer swung in the shout hit Dahl's heart, completely destroying the last remaining consciousness of the Juggernaut.

Dahl! No! Dahl!

The great chief, who was forcibly dragged away from the battlefield by the orc soldiers, saw the scene where the Burning Blade Sword Master fell, and his heart felt like a knife was twisted. He roared and wanted to rush into the battlefield again, but he was suppressed by the soldiers. One wants the Warchief to die here, even after such a disastrous defeat.

Let me go! I order you! Let me go, don't make me a coward!

You are a warrior, orc, but enough is enough! You have failed!

Fording looked at the orc sword master in front of him. The dying sword master was half kneeling on the ground with a sword stuck in his body, but he leaned on his body with his straight-edged sword, and looked fiercely at the alliance general in front of him. them.

The Horde will not fail! Your victory is only temporary!

Leave him alone! Go catch Orgrim!

The paladin lord Mograine swung down the sharp blade, and the paladins behind him rushed towards the orc chief who had broken through, but the orcs who were still struggling along the way tried their best to stop them. Grim, protected by those loyal warriors, was about to charge into the rout of the orcs.

Holy Light grants me strength!

A loud roar resounded on the chaotic battlefield, followed by rays of light that soared into the sky, and the orc warriors who dragged Orgrim all the way through the encirclement narrowed their eyes subconsciously, but they were mixed up by the holy light The blade cut through the body, and Orgrim tried to fight back, but was caught in the neck by a heavy fist wrapped in iron armor.

His body shook, and he swung the warhammer in his hand, smashing the sharp sword in front of him. He roared like a wild beast and repelled the infantry around him, but while dodging, he was stabbed from behind by another The dagger that came out grazed his arm, and the paralyzing toxin rushed into the warchief's veins, which soon made him tremble and crumble.

The sharp weapon sliced ​​through his skin, weakening him even more, and the beastly Warchief fell to the cheers of the Alliance soldiers.

boom

Orgrim struggled to get up, but was quickly knocked down to the ground again. He held his Doomhammer tightly, but his vision had begun to blur. When he got around, he clenched his weapons tightly, and the Union soldiers who pushed forward looked at him with hatred.

And those orcs who fell at the feet of these soldiers, those eyes that had lost their luster, those corpses.

That was the testimony of his and the Horde's failure... At the moment when the darkness fell completely, Orgrim roared, as if it was his last struggle.

I...I'm not reconciled!