Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 148 18. Daval Prestor's sincerity [19100]

Rexxar, this is an anomaly among the orcs of the Horde.

Many people have heard his name, but few people have actually seen him. He is very strangely dressed, has two tomahawks that are said to be magical weapons, and wears a weird black wolfskin helmet, covering his eyes. The small half of his face looked like a bat mask.

He is still a half-orc, yes, the same half-orc as Garona, maybe the two of them are the absolute representatives of all half-orcs, but the fate of the two is actually equally bad.

Garona is a hybrid of draenei and orc, and Rexxar is a hybrid of ogre and orc. Compared with Garona, a rare hybrid, Rexxar's blood is actually not unusual. In Tarongol in Nuo World, there is a small reclusive clan called Moknatha, all of whom are mixed races of ogres and orcs. They refuse to join the tribe and refuse to communicate with other orcs.

But the orcs of the Moknatha clan are generally tall and strong, and the blood of the ogre gave them unparalleled strength. They are good at hunting and are one of the best hunters in Draenor.

Before the first invasion of Azeroth, the savage Blackhand forced Moknatha to join his tribe. Moknatha's clan chief Leorox refused the rude request, and the two sides almost went to war. At that time, Rexxar, the son of Chief Leorox, took the initiative to stand up. He wanted to show his loyalty to Blackhand and was willing to fight for him. The price was to spare the Moknatha clan.

Because of Rexxar's bravery, Blackhand agreed to the request, and Rexxar followed the tyrannical chieftain into Azeroth.

He should have made outstanding achievements in battle, but unfortunately, it was the dark age of the Shadow Council. These insidious warlocks forced Rexxar to join them, but the latter refused. These warlocks planned to kill him, and Rexxar escaped by chance. Unfortunately, The war wolf Harasa who grew up with him like a brother was killed by the warlock.

Because of this incident, Rexxar began to hate Blackhand's tribe. He asked to lead a small team away from the frontal battlefield, fought guerrilla warfare with those trolls in the dangerous Stranglethorn Vale, and even captured the Warchief in Orgrim. He sincerely invited Rexxar to return to the battlefield, but he refused.

This powerful orc warrior is aloof. He stubbornly believes that the beasts accompanying him are more reliable than the so-called civilized world.

After Orgrim's defeat, Rexxar returned to Draenor, but was rejected by the Mok'Natha clan for violating his father's orders. He could only become a wanderer, and then heard about the Draenor orcs With the secrets of the draenei, and the rumors that the devil will inevitably come, for his world and those who abandoned him, Rexxar once again joined Ner'zhul's tribe.

Listen to me, Rexxar, I heard what the Shadow Council did to you, and I also know that you have resentment towards the Horde in your heart, it's normal.

Ner'zhul thrust a rolled-up hide scroll into Rexxar's hand, and he said to the lonely orc warrior:

I don't ask you to forgive us, but since you are willing to fight with us, it means that you are also willing to contribute to your world. This is the map of Azeroth brought back by Saurfang. On the other side of this continent, on the opposite side of the endless sea, there is a continent in the wild, the area is no smaller than this continent, and most importantly, there is no human power there!

Take the ogre who is loyal to you, go find it, explore there!

Ner'zhul straightened his body, and with Rexxar bending down, he touched the shoulder of the astonishingly tall orc. The old shaman said with a trace of fatigue:

If our adventure in Draenor fails, this world...the continent you found will become the last new world of orcs...

This request revealed Ner'zhul's lack of self-confidence. Obviously, the old shaman had no confidence in his partner at all, and he only resorted to dangerous moves out of desperation.

How can I get things done with just a few artifacts... Well, maybe I'm really... really old.

Ner'zhul's body seemed to be even more rickety. He babbled a few words, then turned and left Rexxar's tent, and the silent tribe warrior looked at the scroll in his hand, thinking of the world of Draenor For his relatives here, under his weird black wolfskin mask, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, the Warsong warriors carefully selected by Grom rode on the mighty Wyvern, and under the leadership of more than 20 dark blade knights, they quickly marched towards the northern border.

Wyverns are flying beasts unique to the world of Draenor. These monster-like mounts have two slender snake-like heads, which are extremely fierce. Some talented Wyverns can even breathe flames. It has curved horns, huge wings, and a scorpion-like tail.

These beasts are very dangerous, similar to the griffins of the alliance, they are near the top of the food chain in the air, and their short-range flying ability is as fast as the griffins, but when it comes to long-distance flying, the biped wyvern with great endurance can sleep After 3 days of non-stop flying, the Griffin was completely left behind.

As for the Dark Blade Knight, led by Glokush, he manipulated the silent Necromancer Death Knell, and carried the death knights who surrendered, and flew directly over the Stormwind City that was being reconstructed by the nearest air flight distance.

Crazy forward without rest, in just 3 days, they crossed half of the continent and came to Hillsbrad Hills, at the remote foothills of Tarren Mill and Alterac Mountains, this giant The mighty team finally landed once.

Aww

The extremely exhausted wyverns were unwilling to move forward even if they were whipped, and the equally exhausted orcs urgently needed a rest. Although Grom was very anxious, facing this situation, he could only order a day off .

Of course, the death knights did not have such troubles. After leaving a team of death knights on guard, Glokush personally led 6 death knights along the remote and difficult mountain road and rushed into the chaotic Altland. within the Ke Mountains.

Although sitting on such fertile land as the Hillsbrad hills, the royal family of Alterac set up their capital on the cold mountains for safety reasons. This is actually a very good idea, at least in In the past few hundred years, no amount of turmoil could threaten this mountain city shrouded in cold winds and snowstorms.

Of course, it is impossible for the nobles to stay in this ghostly place for a long time, so apart from the royal family, there are actually very few residents here. Most of the residents of Alterac are concentrated around Tarren Mill and Southshore Town. The scattered population also made the Alterac royal family weak in controlling the domestic nobles. As a result of endless infighting, the overall national strength of the Alterac kingdom was the weakest in the alliance.

Alterac City...

Glokush stood in the windy mountain, looking at the snow-wrapped city in the distance. The city built in this ghost place must not be as huge as Lordaeron City or Stormwind City. In fact, Austria The area of ​​Trank City is very small, only a quarter of the city of Lordaeron, but this city is a real fortress city. path of.

Moreover, the city was built very badly, and the three sides were surrounded by nearly vertical mountains. It was almost impossible to make a surprise attack.

This situation made Glokush feel a little tricky. Although he nominally only assisted Grom Hellscream to obtain the artifact, in fact, as an old member who first joined the Dark Blade Knights, Tyrion did not treat him at all. Concealing one's own plan, in Tyrion's future planning, whether it is the Book of Medivh, the Eye of Dalaran, or the Scepter of Sargeras, they are all very important strategic materials.

The death knight didn't even think about helping the orcs to build a fire of civilization. Tyrion's purpose was very simple, to let the orcs help him retrieve these things, and then...the tribe would be worthless, and wait for them to return to the Dark Gate. On one side, a huge Necromancer Legion will be waiting for them in Draenor, and then the tribe led by Ner'zhul will also become part of the Necromancer Legion...

This is probably the last step between the two parties. No one knows better than Glokush what kind of guy Tyrion is, and sometimes even the orc death knight himself doubts whether Tyrion has completely fallen into it. After death, he no longer has his own feelings. Under that body, is it still the soul that told him to challenge his destiny?

No one knows... After stepping into the world of Draenor, Tyrion's behavior became more and more weird and ruthless. Glokush knew that he had already made a plan. After defeating the Horde, Tyrion The butcher knife will be waved towards those draenei who are hiding. It is said that Serente has found the hiding place of those draenei...

Hey friends, what are you looking for?

A sudden voice interrupted Grokush's thinking. The death knight subconsciously pulled out his battle axe and turned his head to look behind him. On the snow field that had been guarded by the surrendered death knights, those death knights who followed him They had already fallen to the ground in all directions. Although there was no trace of fighting on the outside, Glokush could clearly feel that the fire of souls inside their dead bodies had been completely extinguished.

And judging from the traces around them, these six death knights were knocked down in an instant.

The culprit is that human being suspended in the wind and snow! He is wearing the black hunting suit that human nobles often wear, and the elegant windbreaker is flying in the wind and snow. His black hair is combed meticulously, and he looks like a handsome and calm human noble. He is in his 30s, but his pair of Eyes...those eyes that were actually burning.

This is a tough character!

Human! Who are you!

Glokush took a step back. The sudden appearance of human nobles in front of him brought him unimaginable pressure. Even when facing Gul'dan, the threat of his heart beating was not as violent as it is now.

Facing Glokush's question, the black-haired nobleman in front of him raised his brows. He reached out and touched his perfectly trimmed beard, and said softly:

Human? Do you think I'm the same as those bug-like guys?

Danger!

The warning from the depths of the soul made Glokush quickly jump to the other side, but at the moment he jumped, the human nobleman waved his hand, and there was no contact at all, but the incomparable force smashed through the air and hit Death On the knight's body, his body wrapped in iron armor flew upside down like a cannonball, and smashed hard on the rocks behind.

The falling snow on the entire hillside fluttered chaotically at this moment, but it soon fell more smoothly under the blessing of another force.

And the loud noise of the collision was hidden in the howling storm here, and dissipated without a sound.

The black-haired nobleman suspended in the air walked forward. He stood in front of the shattered rock and looked at the herringbone-shaped orc death knight sunken into the rock. With a mocking smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and gently shook With a wave, he was knocked out of the stone and thrown on the snow under his feet.

With just one blow, he completely defeated the second-ranked death knight in the Dark Blade Knights.

Glokush felt that every bone in his body was about to break, and the death energy in his body was tumbling to repair his body. The black-haired noble squatted aside with great interest, watching the death knight Repairing himself, after a moment he yawned boredly, stood up, and dropped a heavy thick book on Glokush's chest.

I heard there's trouble in the orc world, so you're here for that, aren't you?

The Book of Medivh is known as a magic treasure, but it is just a wild fantasy written by mortals, meaningless things...Listen, Death Knight, I have already given you the reward. To sack Alterac City at night, it doesn't matter how many people you kill, and it doesn't matter how many things you rob!

The black-haired nobleman stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes, his burning eyes looked at the death knight who was standing still under his feet, and he snorted:

The point is, the great King Aiden Perenolde must die at the hands of the orcs! Do you understand? If you do well and make me happy, maybe I will give you some rewards... Believe me, for For mortals, it is a supreme treasure.

You, who are you!

Grokush, who was lying motionless on the ground, struggled to ask. This question made the black-haired nobleman who turned away smile. He turned his head, brushed his hair with his hand, and said in a very magnetic voice:

You can call me the Earl of Prestor...or Lord Daval Prestor, you see, I have already expressed my kindness, and my temper is a bit irritable, so at midnight tonight, I don't care What method do you use, if I haven't seen Alterac city igniting raging flames, you and your fellow orcs may be in trouble...

Prestor?

Glokush's eyes jumped when he heard the name, which Tyrion had told him before leaving...