Azeroth’s Death Track

The journey through the Dark Portal is long and eerie.

The teleportation technique of the mages will make unprepared people feel the distortion of time and space. After the teleportation technique is over, many people will suffer from vomiting and dizziness symptoms, while the portal of the warlock is more brutal, the kind of tearing space The power will be directly blessed on the user's soul, if you are not strong enough, there will be only one result.

Your soul and body will be torn to shreds.

The Dark Portal, the embodiment of wizard and sorcerer magic at its highest level of wisdom and skill, accommodates both the advantages...and the disadvantages of both.

Entering the Portal of Darkness, the portal that connects two worlds, is like being thrown into an ocean of chaotic and distorted space, you can’t breathe, and without being able to manipulate your own body, you will feel the space and time around you distortion, that distortion even works on your body.

It was infinitely elongated in the last moment, and it will be extremely compressed in the next moment. Passing through the Dark Portal without being fully prepared is almost like courting death. Those fleeing orcs blocked their fate on their own luck. , in fact, at least one-third of them will not return to their own world alive.

Crossing the portal of darkness requires a large number of warlocks to maintain energy fluctuations.

But for Gorefiend, he is a powerful warlock himself. His understanding of magic allows him to pass through it safely, but he will also exhaust his strength and become weak, requiring a certain period of recuperation before he can continue to move.

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In the dark green rolling energy vortex, Gorefiend's body stepped into the steps of the Dark Portal on the side of the Draenor world. The skeleton warhorse he was riding had been torn into pieces by the chaotic energy, and even his human body The armors are all engraved with strange notches.

But anyway, they came here. If the soldiers of the alliance were not crazy, they would not rush in with them. The danger has been lifted.

The Gorefiend couldn't breathe, but at this moment, he still let out a sigh of relief.

The age of Orgrim is over! The name of the next age... is Bloodfiend! Hahaha...

The Gorefiend's wild laughter was interrupted when he opened his eyes, because he saw a scene that should never have happened.

On the side of the portal, there are broken bones all over the place, and the blood soaked the towering steps. Those orcs who finally returned to their hometown were blocked and killed in this place so close to their hometown. their fate.

But the fate of other people is no longer what the Gorefiend is concerned about. His eyes are fixed on the familiar figure in front of him. The guy is leaning on a ferocious curved-edged sword with his left hand, and the blade is beating bright red. The luster, the seven runes on it are shining brightly.

The wind from Draenor blew the guy's hair, long gray hair, floating in the dark and eerie sky of Hellfire Peninsula.

At his feet, the pale bones were scattered everywhere, and under the 33 steps, at the end of the avenue once known as the Road of Glory, the death knights of the Dark Blade Knights were directing those The awakened corpses slaughtered inhumanely, killing those orcs who fled, and killing those orcs who came to support.

A huge Necromancer flapped its bone wings across the sky, and the breath of black smoke and flames could take away the lives of many orcs every time.

This place is almost the same as the battlefield on the Burning Plains, no... this place is more brutal than that one, this is a one-sided massacre.

Amidst the roars of the walking corpses, Tyrion turned his head, a gleam of joy flashed in his icy blue eyes, he looked at Talon Gorefiend who was standing in front of the portal of darkness, and said softly:

Yo!

Your speed is really slow...my friend Bloodfiend...

Look, I'm here to wait for you, I want to talk to you about something... about the nasty times we used to get along with.

Three blood watchers appeared in the shadow behind the gorefiend. They swung their ferocious knife wheels and chopped down the death knights who had passed through the dark portal and became extremely tired. When the sword was raised, the bones scattered on the platform also moved strangely.

Soon, Gorefiend found himself surrounded, and this time, there seemed to be no escape.

Gorefiend clenched the steel scepter in his hand, and stared at Tyrion Dawnblade in front of him. He used to be just a bug that he could easily crush to death, but now, he had an absolute advantage, and never Judging by his actions, he seems to be planning something very dangerous.

Wait! Tyrion, whatever you want to do, we can unite! Look, this is Draenor, this is my world, and I know more about it than you! I didn't know you wanted What kind of delusion to realize, but do you really want to kill me, and then bet everything on luck? Just the orcs entrenched in Hellfire Citadel, you can't fight!

This persuasion made Tyrion squint his eyes, but after a moment, he shrugged and ran a hand through his gray hair:

Blood Demon, my former brother, I know better than you what you are. Discussing the joint matter with a poisonous snake like you is simply a crime of wasting my time, not to mention the fact that the outcome is already determined, how can it be called gamble?

You have thrown yourself into the trap, and I am your judge, your jury, and your executioner! Here, I sentence you to death!

The whistling sound of the magic sword Apocalypse screams like its substance. This magic sword pours its own dark power into Tyrion's body. It is urging him to kill. It can't wait to taste the taste of the soul. Tyrion's His fingers brushed against the sharp edge of the magic sword, and where his fingers touched, the entangled death energy became more distorted and wilder.

Pray, purify your dark soul with prayer, purify your dirty body with pain!

boom

The collision of the blade and the scepter played the last piece of music that Talon Gorefiend distorted his life. This is a cunning and powerful warlock. His trial must be a long process, but considering that Tyrion has enough We can only mourn Mr. Gorefiend in silence.

He's dead... It's a shame that Tyrion may not have a place for this ambitious man in Tyrion's plans for the future of the world of Draenor.

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Quel'Thalas, Fengxing Village.

The forest destroyed by the war has already been planted with seeds. In this land full of magic power, those seeds only need a few years to fully grow and grow into what it used to be, the land that will be burned by the flames Covering up again, covering up those war scars with the pain of the past, as if... as if they had never been there.

Alleria Windrunner carried Sasdora on her back, and returned to her homeland with endless exhaustion.

The war on the front line has nothing to do with her anymore, she wants to escape from that place, which did not bring her even the slightest comfort, only endless loss and pain.

For the first time in his life, this Ranger of the Windrunner became a deserter, and almost escaped from the battlefield by running away.

Of course, due to Ms. Alleria Windrunner's outstanding contribution to the Alliance war, the Alliance military generously used the portal to send her back to Quel'Thalas directly. There was no gossip. Many of us know the story of Aurelia and Tyrion.

After witnessing her former lover fall into darkness and become a lunatic and a butcher, even the harshest military judge could no longer ask Alleria to continue fighting.

Many soldiers lost their relatives in the war, but that was just loss. What Aurelia faced was a more painful situation. This unbearable pain made everyone feel the same.

Sister, you are finally back, we miss you so much.

At the intersection of the rebuilt Fengxing Village, after seeing Aurelia's lonely figure approaching, her sister Vereesa. Windrunner quickly rushed into Aurelia's arms. Lessa didn't care what feats Aurelia achieved on the battlefield. After losing her mother, Aurelia was her most cherished relative.

Feeling Vereesa's trembling body, Alleria felt grief from her heart, she hugged her sister tightly, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, after being hurt by Tyrion's complete indifference, she also Only relatives can bring her some comfort.

I'm back...I'm not leaving.

Alleria's voice was choked, and the painful and confused wanderer returned home. The grievance and pain in her heart suddenly broke out at this moment. The two ladies of the Windrunner family hugged and cried together, but no one would laugh at them. Quel'Thalas, everyone knows how much the Windrunner family lost in this war.

Resting at the home she had been away for a long time, and having a meal with her sister and brother, Alleria felt a little better, but this good mood came to an end after meeting Cirvanas.

Take it, I won't need it anymore.

Wearing a loose robe, Alleria threw Sadoras in her hand to Cirvanas, with a gentle smile on her face, but that kind of forced smile made Cirvanas feel A touch of heartache.

The Ranger General should hold Sasdora. It will be more useful in your hands than mine.

Alleria stood up, intending to leave the room and go to the forest to relax, but just as she walked out of the room, the silent Cirvanas clenched the bow in her hand, and she said shyly:

Where's Tyrion?

This question made Alleria stop, and Cirvanas looked at her sister's back, and she whispered:

On the night when the orcs invaded Quel'Thalas, you lost your mind, and then left with those paladins. I know you have seen him. You stubbornly went to him despite my persuasion, but now you are alone. Come back, as pitiful as a discarded kitten, tell me, sister, did that bastard break your heart?

Alleria was silent for a long time, and she replied in a hoarse voice:

Forget about him, Sylvanas, Tyrion is dead. What exists in that body is a cold and mutilated soul. He has no heart, no feelings, and no longer remembers us. In his heart, we are No different from a stranger...He killed a lot of people, he kidnapped a Union marshal, he became unknown to us.

Forget about him, just treat him as dead.

Are you saying he has no feelings? Are you sure, sister.

Cirvanas sighed, she stepped forward, holding Alleria's trembling body, she whispered:

You were cheated by him, it's just that he wants to keep you away from him, he still has feelings, I'm sure in his heart, you are still the most important person, his feelings for us, for his mother, in fact Never abating...Come with me and I'll show you the proof.

When she followed Sylvanas into the Windrunner Village Cemetery, Alleria was very conflicted. She actually hoped that what Sylvanas said was true, but she was also afraid of the truth. The infatuated woman was abandoned by Tyrion twice, and that kind of hot feeling faced the ice that could not be melted, forming the most extreme pain, the kind of torture of eternal contact.

She even hoped that Tyrion had really turned into an emotionless monster. If so, she might be able to forget him.

Cirvanas walked through the densely packed tombstones, all of which were elf warriors who died in Quel'Thalas during the orc invasion. Alleria followed her sister along the path of the cemetery, Until the most remote corners covered by forests and weeds.

Cirvanas turned sideways, and Alleria saw the unique cemetery in front of her. There were no inscriptions or the name of the owner of the tomb, only the tombstone decorated with bones, and the words engraved on the tombstone, she Very familiar font.

Where the dawn blooms and the night ends, you are the greatest general, the most fearless hero, the most steadfast protector, and the most perfect...mother.

Alleria read out the insignificant inscription, she turned to look at Cirvanas, who nodded and said in a low voice:

Everyone thought that my mother died in the fire. The rangers who escaped told us that it was the orc warlock who attacked her. No one saw her body. We could only build a cloak for her. But in the first few days One day, when Lilas came back from Silvermoon City and worshiped his mother, he accidentally discovered this hidden cemetery... Archmage Romans of the Silvermoon Council came to see it in person...

That's my mother's body, which was frozen with special magic. According to the time calculation, it was buried here that night, and these bones were sent to Dalaran for identification, and it was confirmed that they belonged to the orc warlock Gul'dan The bones of his mother, that is, the murderer who attacked his mother, Prince Kael'thas and the archmages restored the course of the battle that night. Death knights were found in the ruins near Taquilin and on the mountain road leading to Stratholme traces of activity.

The new Ranger General paused, and she looked back in the direction of the battlefield.

It was he who opened the barrier, that's right, but he was the one who closed it at the most critical moment, trapping the orcs in the barrier. Salas drove them away, he ambushed them on the mountain road, even after his death, he still used his own way to protect the country.

It's a pity, sister, but we misunderstood him...