Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 150 20. Karazhan. Fierce Battle 【21100】

The orcs are burning, killing, looting, and it looks like they'll make trouble until dawn.

On the edge of Alterac City, the death knights gathered together to report the situation on the battlefield to the new boss. Glokush stood with his arms folded in the snowy night, staring at the burning city behind him, the flames, Blood, destruction, death, these can no longer move him, no matter in life or after death, he has been dealing with these things.

Then let them go, the soldiers stationed in this city have been routed, and there is nothing to stop these orcs.

Probably because the growing flames disgusted the Death Knight, he took a few steps back and said in a deep voice:

This city, this country, is hopeless, and the next thing is the real battle, Dalaran!

cough cough

A familiar light cough interrupted Glokush's words, Black Hand was silent for a while, he waved his hand, and the death knights behind him dispersed obediently, blending into the night behind them, as surrendered personnel , these death knights who originally followed Talon Gorefiend were unwilling to touch the secrets of the new boss, especially when Glokush stood behind the ruthless Tyrion, it was best for them to clamp their tails and be human. way of doing things.

No one is willing to live so aggrieved, but the problem is that thanks to the good reputation left by the Gorefiend, in the current two worlds, except for the Dark Blade Knights, these people who have repeatedly betrayed the leader cannot be trusted. Or, there is nowhere to go.

Glokush walked into the cedar forest in the dark night. In the center of the shadowy forest, a floating shadow floated above the snow. It was the mysterious Lord Daval Prestor. Of course , what came this time was just a magical illusion.

He was still impeccably dressed as a human nobleman, with a meaningful light in his flaming eyes, looking at Glokush in front of him. After a while, Lord Daval nodded slightly:

You and your fellow orcs have done a good job, death knight. I basically approve of your abilities. It's pretty good that ants can do this. It stands to reason that your experience of serving me should end here, but not Coincidentally, I just heard about your next target... the city of mages, Dalaran, right?

Glokush didn't speak, he nodded, then stared at the magic clone in front of him, waiting for his speech, Lord Prestor stretched out his hand, stroked the perfect mustache on his chin, and after a while, he said softly explain:

Although Dalaran is currently repairing the city defenses that were almost breached by the Horde a few months ago, even if you look at it in the most optimistic way, with the fighting power shown by you ants, at least one-third of the manpower will be lost. Only then will it be possible to enter the city of mages...Obviously, you need help.

Glokush blinked his eyes, and he asked:

So, what's the price?

Hahaha, look what I found! A dead man who is wiser than most living people is really a joy.

Lord Daval laughed out loud, and after a while, his expression became gloomy again:

Of course, I can help you and create an extremely good opportunity for you, but as you said, it is not without cost. First of all, I want you to destroy the order maintained by those annoying mages! Set fire, kill people , looting, whatever you do!

Secondly, when I leave Dalaran, I have a batch of important goods that I want you to transport to Draenor. I will take time to check in your world, so don't try to deceive me.

The death knight thought for a moment, and then reminiscent of Tyrion's advice, he nodded resolutely:

Pleasant cooperation then, Mr. Daval.

Cherish this opportunity, I rarely trust a group of lowly creatures so much.

The proud Lord Daval waved his black cloak, and the magic avatar disappeared into the cold air in the form of dancing flames. The death knight stayed in place for several minutes, but in the end, he couldn't think of the purpose of the mysterious guy in front of him. , This is normal, Glokush is not a warrior known for his wisdom, whether in life or after death.

But this does not prevent him from making a decision. The current cooperation between the two parties is beneficial to the Dark Blade Knights.

And at the same moment when Alterac City was burning, in the deepest part of the untouched Deadwind Path in the southern part of the mainland, a brutal fight was also going on.

Around the towering black mage Karazhan towering as if entering the clouds, those souls that the astral mages struggled to maintain, those ghosts who were still immersed in the scenery of the past, were involved in a sudden battle without warning. in the war.

In life, these ghosts were just human nobles who often came to the mage tower to attend banquets. They were not good at fighting, and even hated fear of war. Judging from this temperament, even after death, they would not become powerful undead warriors.

Hundreds of orc warriors who followed Ner'zhul waved their weapons. The shaman's flame tongue totem was inserted on the ground, absorbing the power of the elements, and blessed the warriors' sharp blades with magic flames, allowing them to injure to these pure soul bodies.

Help! Help! Open the door!

The Duchess of Ebonlocke, the gorgeously dressed female ghost looked at the surrounding chaos, trembling with fright, collapsed in front of the gate of Karazhan, and slapped the bolt frantically.

Behind her, the ghosts whose memory was blocked were scattered and fled amid the roars of the orcs. Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan, rode on his wolf. A struggling soul dragged them back to him, and Ner'zhul, the great shaman standing beside him, looked at these strange souls from the edge of the chaotic battlefield in the attitude of a researcher.

A ghost of a little nobleman riding on a skeleton warhorse looked at the old orc around him tremblingly, and said with difficulty:

Please don't hurt us. I can take you to the back door of this mage tower. There is the exit of the servants. There is no blocking your door. Stop this cruel killing. We have no vengeance, please.

Faced with this request, Ner'zhul raised his head and patted the soul dust in his hands. He took his Thousand Soul Staff from the warrior next to him, tapped it lightly on the ground, and the elements blessed by the shaman The flames disappeared from the blades of the orcs in an instant, so that the orcs could no longer hurt these unarmed human ghosts.

After stopping the war, the old shaman looked at the little noble in front of him, and said softly:

The illusory life given by Medivh is bright and beautiful, but it also traps all cowardly people. According to the tradition of the orcs, the dead should return to the land of their ancestors. What you need is not to cherish this meaningless illusory , what you need is complete relief.

Faced with this statement, the ghost of the little nobleman on the skeleton horse smiled with difficulty, and reached out to wipe the sweat that did not exist on his forehead. He held the reins tightly, and said with some fear:

More than 2 months ago, another visitor came here. He gave me a horse and gave me the opportunity to leave here. In the occasional empty time, I will ride the horse on the Deadwind Pass. Running on the road, once I accidentally met soldiers from Night Town, and from their mouths, I learned the truth... We are dead, dead for several years, and the outside world has been turned upside down.

Having said that, the little noble raised his head and looked at Ner'zhul seriously:

We are at odds with the outside world. We have been abandoned by the world of the living. I am probably the only one here who knows the cruel truth, but I have no choice to tell them.

Dear shaman, even after death, I think we have the right to choose compared to other ghosts. Some people go forward in the long river of time, but some choose to stay in the best memories. What you said may be Truth, but truth and logic may not matter to us escapist dead ghosts.

The words were sincere, and Ner'zhul, who had served the spirits of the ancestors all year round, also understood what the ghost in front of him wanted to express. After a while, he waved his staff, and the orcs of the Thunder King clan retracted their weapons and stood After getting behind the great chief, Ner'zhul looked at the ghost in front of him, and said softly:

You have been bitten by the poisonous snake of vain, eager to bury your head in the river of immortality and drink again and again, thirsty and unquenchable, but illusory is illusory, sooner or later... there is a price to be paid for cheating death, sir, but this It has nothing to do with us! Now, take us to the servant entrance you mentioned!

The old shaman raised his head and looked at the dead black Mage Tower. A glimmer of obscure light flashed in his eyes:

Since the owner of this place is unwilling to open the door of welcome, the anxious guests can only barge in rudely.

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These damned orcs!

Nieras Elan stood on the balcony of Karazhan, looking at the chaotic battlefield below. The ghost mage clenched the staff in his hand. Beside him was a soldier in worn-out armor. He no longer had the power to lash out at Fang Qiu, but his face was easily seen through the light of the balcony. This was the Alliance Marshal-Anduin Lothar who had escaped the doom of death.

Compared with Archmage Elan, Lothar obviously knows more about orcs. He looked at the battlefield below with a telescope, and asked in a deep voice:

Master Elan, didn't you say that Karazhan has strict magic monitoring at the entrance of the Deadwind Pass? Why can the orcs invade here directly?

It's those shamans!

Elan replied somewhat irritablely:

The elements that the shaman called this place rushed into the area controlled by Karazhan at an extremely fast speed after demolishing the monitoring system. They have the means to deal with the undead, and the ghost mist failed to stop them. Karazhan's defensive structure The world is useless in front of that old orc, obviously, they came prepared!

Can it be transferred?

Lothar rubbed his fingers and asked, I heard from Medivh that certain areas on the upper floor of this mage tower can be transferred to the void in critical moments. Neither Ms. Meri nor Ms. Aegwynn is here. Okay, we need to avoid this fight!

no!

Nieras Elan pulled down his mage hat, and said in a deep voice:

The shamans summoned the elements to seal off the space around Karazhan. Although these nature-worshiping spellcasters are not as good as traditional mages in terms of teleportation skills, their fit with the elements, in this kind of blockade and defense, It is incomparable to mages. If Medivh and Aegwynn were still there, I could still take the risk of breaking through and transferring, but now... it is almost impossible.

I have asked Moros to summon all the ghosts in this tower who can still fight, but we are not sure about the menacing orcs.

Lothar put down the telescope, he straightened his armor, pulled out his sword and shield with his backhand, waved his weapon, and said in a deep voice:

So, I will also join the battle!

you can not!

Elan turned his head and said to Lothar: In Medivh's future plan, you occupy a very important position. We saved you from the battlefield, and we didn't let you go to the orcs to fight for your life!

Lothar wanted to say something, but Elan stopped him.

Listen to me, Anduin, I watched you grow up, I know how brave you are, but now, I need you to use your courage reasonably, Attumen has prepared a war horse for you, The ghosts of Karazhan and I will buy you time to leave, to Stormwind!

But, those Time Guardians...

Lothar has been in Karazhan for nearly 2 months. He is not ignorant. Guys like him who escaped their fate have been targeted by the bronze dragons. Once they leave Karazhan, they will be attacked by the bronze dragons immediately. It's hard to say how the arrest will end.

The bronze dragon guarding this timeline has disappeared!

Elan said in a low voice: She has been attracted by Tyrion Dawn Blade, there is no sign of her activity in the past 2 months, this is our chance, although these weird orcs may not be aimed at You came, but we can't take risks, go, go to Stormwind City, and come back after everything is quiet.

In the broken hall on the lower floor of Karazhan, among the collapsed pillars and stone ruins, the steward Moros put on a set of bright red leather armor with two sharp daggers pinned to his waist. Before his eyes, Karazhan The ghosts gathered in the hall mightily, listening to the butler's speech.

There are Attumen, the best hunter leader in Karazhan, actors who are best at fighting in the opera house, giant guard golems that have been activated urgently, and some skeleton mages with flames in their eye sockets.

The enemy is approaching Karazhan, the master needs us to take up arms and defend our home!

Moros shouted in a low voice:

Before we fall, the invaders will never get close to the master's secret! It is our honor to die for Karazhan!

As soon as the loyal butler finished speaking, the tight wooden door at the rear was kicked open in a bursting gesture. Among the sawdust flying, a tall and slender figure led a group of gloomy death knights, striding into the ruins Among them, she was carrying a war hammer dotted with spar fragments, wearing heavy and hideous armor, even the blue tail was covered with an inverted triangle, like a sharp cone of steel protection.

Like a ferocious steel beast.

His cold eyes swept over the mob in front of him, and the intruder pressed the hammer in his hand to the ground, making a heavy sound.

Listen, the rats are whispering in the dark, plotting against their natural enemies! But unfortunately...

Yrel is here! It's business!

Seriously, brother who stayed up late, it's time to go to rest... Tomorrow morning, I will see the same... I haven't finished uploading yet... Go to rest, just turn on automatic subscription (smile face~)