Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 151 21. Yrel, the tyrant of death [22100]

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The wild roar resounded through the dead Karazhan, and the huge black shadow swiftly moved back and forth in the ruins, like a lone wolf looking for food. He waved his sharp claws, and every time the figure jumped, Will bring a smear of scorching blood.

Most of the orcs following Ner'zhul were wolf cavalry from the Thunder King clan, and they needed to use wolf mounts to display their strongest combat effectiveness. As infantry, they were no stronger than other clans.

But Ner'zhul and Fenris had broken into the interior of Karazhan, and they needed to block the ghosts of these rabble here, so the orc warriors died for their own world.

But soon, they discovered that this group of mobs were not easy to deal with, such as the monster in front of them!

He has the shape of a human, but is taller than an orc. He wears a blue shirt, but his whole body is covered with gray mane. The tops of his ten fingers are sharp claws like daggers. He has recurved legs. Every bounce can give him an advantage on the battlefield, and the wolf-like head on his neck makes the orcs feel weird and fearful.

It's a werewolf...a monster that only appears in myths and legends.

For Medivh! For Karazhan! For the glory of the master!

The werewolf's eyes were red, and he was obviously caught in some kind of crazy desire to kill. He screamed and roared, and among the orcs held by other ghosts, he wantonly set off a bloody storm. Soon, Kara The most powerful werewolf in Zanzhong was no longer satisfied with killing these ordinary orcs. It jumped down from the broken platform on the second floor, and cut the necks of the two orcs blocking the way with its staggered claws.

It squatted on the ground, stuck out its tongue, licked the blood on its paws, and set its sights on the Draenei death knight who was swinging the hammer to kill the ghost. It could easily tell that this woman death knight , is the leader of these orcs.

swish

The figure of the werewolf jumped up from the ground and grabbed Yrel's back fiercely.

Hahaha! I am the big bad wolf! Run! Little girl, run!

He laughed wildly and waved his paws, as if he had seen the scene of the tall draenei decapitated in his eyes, but when he approached Yrel, the death energy wrapped around the death knight's body exploded, The cold frost wrapped around Yrel's body like a storm, and the solid snowflakes and hoarfrost instantly covered the surface of the werewolf's body, making his attacking movements out of shape.

Chop Suey! Get out!

Yrel's hoof was raised high, and it hit the ground under her feet like a cannonball. The broken stone was crushed at this moment, and the shock wave brought back several steps from the ghosts who besieged her. , taking advantage of this opportunity, Yrel held the hammer with both hands, and she let out a hoarse battle roar. The moment her body turned to her side, the huge force brought by her arms, in the shining of the blood rune, ruthlessly smashed The hammer hit the chest of the werewolf who was trying to attack.

boom

The werewolf flew back at a faster speed, even with its unusual physique, after receiving this berserk blow, the sternum moved abnormally, and he was almost smashed into the broken stone wall behind him. In the process, this blow that gathered death energy completely defeated the werewolf's defense. The scorching blood he burst into the air was absorbed by the shining runes on the warhammer, forming a bloody shield on the surface of Yrel's body.

Such bastards also want to beat me?

The draenei taunted ruthlessly. She didn't even look back at the unconscious wolf. She turned around and swung the hammer, smashing away the long sword cut by the approaching ghost hunter Attumen. In the shadow behind her, The figure of Moros appeared quietly, and the two daggers in his hand stabbed Yrel's neck one from the left and the other from the right. The kind of ruthlessness was not like the guy who fought for the first time.

Apparently, Medivh's butler, while being able to skillfully manage things in Karazhan, is also very skilled.

clang

The staggered daggers were blocked by Yrel's tail, and the sharp, poisonous blades slashed at the triangular sharp cone protection of the tail. The sparks splashed, making this sneak attack meaningless, but Moros Without retreating, he turned his wrist, ignoring the sharp tail awl that pierced his body, and stubbornly stabbed the dagger in his hand towards Yrel's body.

Come on, Midnight! Let's blow this mob down!

In front of the death knight, the silent hunter Attumen shouted loudly. He rode on a tall armored horse and slammed into the flanked Yrel like a knight.

die!

clang

When Moros' fatal blow landed on Yrel's side, he was easily blocked by a thorn knife wheel that suddenly appeared. At the moment Moros was stunned, three emerald green daggers appeared from the shadows, like Like a sharp arrow pierced into his chest, the impact sent Moros's body flying, and he fell to the ground. The knife wheel fell from the sky like a shadow, almost rubbed Moros's rotten cheek, and cut into it. Among the rocks.

Hehehe, there are really two brushes.

A burst of laughter sounded like silver bells in the chaotic battlefield right now, which made people creepy. Moros, who had escaped from death, jumped up quickly holding the dagger, and the three daggers were still stuck in his chest, but he was also a Dead man, the heart is not a fatal wound.

In front of the Assassin Steward, the figure of the Blood Warden shredded the shadows. The bright red battle armor smeared like blood, the bright red blade cloak, and the cold eyes under the strange owl helmet made Moros grasp the weapon tightly. He felt a mortal threat.

Are you an intruder too?

As soon as Moros finished speaking, the watchman in front of him disappeared in place. He turned around almost subconsciously, with daggers staggered in front of him.

Keng

Sparks flew everywhere, and the sharp knife wheel shining from behind was less than half a finger away from his neck. If Moros was still alive, he must be in a cold sweat at this time.

kuang

On the other side, facing the rampant Attumen's crazy charge, Yriel dropped her war hammer, gritted her teeth and raised her hands. The powerful power of the draenei and the body soaked by the huge force of death, at this moment The undodged and unavoidable front blocked the way of the horse's charge. The death knight's arm was hit hard, and the stones under her feet quickly shattered backwards. The death knight's body was almost crazily retreated by the horse.

But Yrel was not defeated. On the contrary, the huge force from her made Attumen and his horse's charging speed slow down a little bit, until the moment when the horse couldn't maintain the power of charging, Yrel grasped the neck of the tall death horse in front of her with both hands, dark red energy burst out from around her body, and solid ice gathered on the body of the death knight, bringing her explosive power.

I am the Knight of the Dark Blade!

boom

I am Tyrion's tyrant!

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I am... Yrel!

kuang

During the last sway, the ghost knight with a height of more than 3 meters was in front of him. This huge monster covered in heavy armor was lifted from the ground abruptly. He was ruthlessly thrown to the ground, and the splashed dust swept around like a storm. Attumen, the most skilled death hunter in Karazhan, was thrown to the ground, shaking his head and trying to get up.

boom

Yrel's icy hooves stepped on the death hunter's chest, her broken gauntlet hooked, and the crystal warhammer in the distance quickly returned to her hand in the grip of death. Warhammer, raise the weapon aloft, then slam it down.

click

Attumen's smashed head flew into the center of the battlefield amidst the smelly and rotting blood, and amidst the unwilling roar of Attumen's favorite death horse in the middle of the night, the horse stood up from the ground, and after the dust splashed, In the middle, a tall black shadow rode on the red war horse that originally belonged to Attumen.

The loser loses everything, the winner takes everything, this is the privilege of the winner!

When Yrel rushed into the battlefield at Midnight, the morale of the rebel army in Karazhan almost plummeted. Under the leadership of Yrel and the death knights, the orcs who suffered heavy casualties roared and counterattacked. Scatter this group of ghosts who have lost their leader.

They screamed and fled into the ruins of Karazhan, representing the complete collapse of Karazhan's first resistance.

Seeing Yrel sweeping the battlefield with unquestionable strength, Moros, the assassin butler, realized that defeat was imminent. When he couldn't escape, the bloody watcher was like a cat playing with mice. Every time Moros wanted to If they escape, they will be forced back to the battlefield by the fierce offensive. The two sides are like dancing a deadly dance, and the rhythm is firmly in the hands of the watcher.

Hey, Tyrion's little pet is doing well... It seems that I can't play anymore, so the game... is over!

The blood watcher waved his cloak, and the sharp blade inlaid on the cloak swept around like a storm of blades. In this storm of blades, Moros resisted hard. In the middle, like the light of death that appeared nowhere, the thorny knife wheel that broke through the shadows swiped across his neck.

puff

The headless corpse slammed into the ground full of corpses like a collapsed piece of wood. The smooth cut head spun a few times in the air and hit the battlefield, just in time with the squashed head of the hunter Attumen. bumped together.

I don't recall Mister Tyrion saying you'd join the fray too...

Yrel, who was riding on the midnight saddle of the war horse, was condescending, looking at the Blood Warden who was leaning on the pillar and trimming his nails with Moros' dagger. The draenei death knight's upturned nose moved, and she The hoarse voice said:

What the hell are you doing here?

Faced with this undisguised hostility, Nasa flicked her fingers and said lazily:

I just stopped by to see how Tyrion's little pet stepped onto the battlefield for the first time, to see if you would be shivering from fright.

The adjective little pet made the dark red light in Yrel's eyes jump, and she asked disdainfully:

Then do you see it now?

Well, it's not bad at all, and it has lived up to the importance Tyrion attaches to you.

Nasa straightened her body, stretched her waist exaggeratedly, put on the blood-red gauntlets again, and then changed the topic:

I lied to you... Look, of course I'm here on a mission, you see, Tyrion gave me a secret mission, but didn't tell you, Yrel, you're clearly not trustworthy in his mind He's on guard against you, listen to me... Loyalty is a good thing, but you need to use your brain once in a while.

Put away your lowly provocation, Nasa, Mr. Tyrion trusts me more than ten times more than you!

Yrel got off her horse and threw the reins to the death knight behind her. She carried the hammer on her back and strode into the entrance leading to the depths of Karazhan. When passing by Nasa, Yrel suddenly lowered her voice:

Your hoarse begging for mercy that night was heard by many people... How is it? It must feel good to be punished, right?

Shut up!

After the scandal was uncovered, Nasa's voice became dark and cold, her fingers bounced on the handle of the knife wheel, and the gaze under the owl's helmet also became cold, but Yrel was not frightened. Realizing that she had all the emotions and that death had made her stronger, she blinked and said in a grim voice:

You are a poor mouse who only hides in the dark and peeps at others. Everyone hates you, and Samaro asked me to kill you more than once... But you are Mr. Tyrion's shadow after all, and in your In the invisible shadow, Ms. Lumi's arrows are always pointing at your head... You see, she has disliked you for a long time.

Like an old friend, Yrel stretched out her hand and patted Nasa's shoulder, and she whispered in Nasa's ear:

Oh, do you still think you are free? Don't be stupid, if Mr. Tyrion hadn't protected you, Nasa, your bad character would have brought you to death, at least three times!

While speaking, Yrel suddenly stuck out his cold little tongue, and maliciously licked the unhealed wound on Nasa's neck. This action made the Blood Warden's body stiff in place.

Don't take it for granted that you are alive, and don't think that the Dark Blade Knights cannot do without you. Look at you, you are throwing a tantrum like a naive child! I'm not threatening you, but I want to tell you Tyrion Things that Mister will not tell you... For us, loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely not loyal!

But failure is okay, betrayal, no forgiveness! I don't want the whole world to chase you down one day, Watcher of the Dark Blade, so let's do it for ourselves!