Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 178 16. Teredor [49100]

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The shield of Shattrath Defense General Tira Saran was smashed by Celente's halberd, followed by Luminas with a vicious gleam in his eyes, and the two separated swords were like the wings of a butterfly. Amidst the criss-crossing sword lights, the thunder elephant that the general was sitting on was pierced through the heart, and in its final mournful cry, General Tira Saran was thrown out.

Holding the long sword in both hands, the brave draenei stood up and let out a roar. Surrounded by the holy light, he rushed to the death lords in front of him again, but behind him, Yrel swung his warhammer without any hesitation. He mercilessly hit General Tira Saran on the back, knocking him to the ground.

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Yrel's hoof stepped on the draenei's chest, and she held the hammer in both hands and raised it above her head, her eyes full of hatred.

I recognize you, Tira Saran, the defensive general of the Karabor Temple, you betrayed us together with Velen! You betrayed the tens of thousands of Karabor's compatriots who died in battle! You left your people in the ruins to die!

Now, the late trial is here!

The draenei death knight was wrapped in extremely cold frost, and her roar made General Tirasaran's face pale. The veteran of the battlefield was broken and completely gave up resistance.

The humiliating memory of the hasty escape from the past filled his heart, making him close his eyes and wait for the death of judgment to come.

And just as Yrel was about to drop the Hammer of Vengeance, a voice stopped her.

Leave him alone! Yrel...

The moment the sound sounded, the undead who were still fighting with the paladins put down their weapons in unison, and those paladins who were red-eyed and wanted to fight back were strangled by the death energy rising from the ground. They grabbed their necks, and they were thrown out of the battle circle amidst the beating of the dark red light.

In the slums full of blood and death, those exiles who were controlled by the apocalypse and wantonly destroyed were also completely awake at this moment, and those annoying dark whispers retreated from their souls.

The entire battlefield fell silent at this moment. Those guys who woke up looked at the blood stained on their hands in a daze, and looked at the brothers who had been killed by themselves. They cried out tragically. The howling also made the draenei paladins who had been stopped clenched their weapons again in the same hatred.

This gesture obviously angered the Death Lords, and they also drew their weapons. Both sides had their own losses, but neither was willing to back down.

I say! Enough!

The voice sounded again, and this time it was clearer. Yrel withdrew her weapon unwillingly. She swung her foot and kicked General Tirasaran away. Then, when she turned her head, she saw Tai who came out of the Tianya Tavern. Ryan.

The Overlord of the Dark Blade held the Devil Sword Apocalypse in his hand. This rebellious weapon had failed in the previous rebellion, so it became obedient again, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, dormant quietly, waiting for the next A more deadly chance.

Thick death energy splashed from Tyrion's body, but different from the wantonness of the past, these dark red energies became obedient, like a gentle storm, split into strands of dark red light, entwined around Tyrion On their bodies, like loyal guards, guarding their masters.

His face was tired, and his eyes had returned to the indifferent ice blue. He scanned the surrounding battlefield. His loyal subordinates were covered with wounds burned by the holy light, and Celent and Yrel still had the scars of the holy light on their bodies. Flame, the awakened undead spirits are not one in ten. Obviously, in the conflict just now, the powerful death lords were not unscathed.

After all, this is Shattrath, where the Naaru sits, and the Holy Light will be more lethal here. For the death knights, this is not an advantageous battlefield.

And above the slums, a thick barrier of holy light shrouded here, blocking the possibility of the death knights leaving. Obviously, this unexpected conflict angered the owner of this place. In this way, express your dissatisfaction.

Let go of the barrier, A'dal.

Tyrion shouted:

This was just an accident. The Dark Blade Knights have no intention of attacking Shattrath at this time!

But you have already done so, the slums have suffered heavy casualties, and more than 30 loyal guards have died in battle... You are provoking the order of Shattrath, Tyrion Dawnblade, I made a mistake letting you in... Where you are, cold death follows you like a shadow!

Adal's voice is no longer gentle and full of oppression. Naaru are pure creatures of holy light, they lack basic emotions, but once provoked, the wave of holy light erupted by naaru is equally terrifying, maybe Tyrion I can be spared, but the death lords who follow him will definitely be buried here.

Then what are you going to do?

Tyrion said softly:

I've said it all, this was an accident, no one wants it to happen, and I'm in a bad mood right now...Adal, do you really decide to start a full-scale war with the Dark Blade Knights? Take Auchindon The distance from the necropolis to here, your city will be submerged in an instant, and the draenei will not have time to support you, even if it is you... how many people can you protect in the chaos of war?

No one wants to watch the war happen, but you...you must pay the price for this accident! Leave the magic sword in your hand... If you still have reason, you should know that this is also For your own good!

A'dal made a request, but Tyrion shook his head:

Thank you for your concern, Adal, but Apocalypse is unwilling to stay here... How about this, as long as you are here for a day, the Dark Blade Knights will not take the initiative to attack Shattrath, this is my promise, and I Are you satisfied with the sincerity shown for this accident?

A few seconds later, the heavy light curtain above everyone's heads dissipated, representing the agreement reached, so under the malicious and hostile eyes of all the survivors in the slum, along the blood-soaked road, under the escort hated by the draenei guards, In , the death knights left Shattrath, ending this bad journey.

However, compared to when they came, there was one more person in their team.

Send her back to the Dark Temple...You send her back yourself, Lumi, and stay there until she wakes up.

Tyrion handed the unconscious person in his arms to Luminas. He stretched out his hand and gently smoothed Aurelia's long messy hair. This action made Luminas secretly happy, but Before her smile subsided, Tyrion's curled fingers slammed on her head. Lumi let out a cry of pain, and a smile appeared on the corner of Tyrion's mouth, but in an instant Passed away, and returned to the previous coldness.

He looked at Luminas seriously, and whispered:

The situation between Myra and you is different from the situation between me and Aurelia, Lumi, I still don't agree with him being with you as a living person... You have to understand that living people belong to them. troubles and desires, and you...you can't satisfy all of these...

Who said that! We are not rotten and disgusting walking corpses...

Lumijiu straightened her neck and retorted softly with blushing cheeks:

Besides, Myra gave up the belief in the Holy Light for me, which has already proved his idea! Besides, you have no right to accuse me, Tyrion... your previous claims are all wrong, the dead can be with you Peaceful coexistence with our own past...

But the pain of waking up is still inevitable.

Tyrion glanced at her, Luminas shook her head stubbornly, she looked at Tyrion with blood-red eyes, and said seriously:

It's just a pain in the soul, just get used to it.

Also, Myra said that he wanted to see you, about Kael'thas' claim and his own decision...I don't want him to be a death knight, I don't want him to be a cold corpse like me, I and him We have already discussed it, if possible, I would like you to transform him into Salein... He was a genius mage before, according to what you said, the transformation is very likely to be successful!

Are you sure that he is really willing to give everything for you? Lumi... this answer is very important. As for Salein, let's talk about it later... Now, I'm going back to the Peak Forest of Arak.

Tyrion finished the subject, turning his head to look at the southern sky, heaving a sigh of relief.

Saurfang has encountered some thorny troubles, and we must resolve those troubles before meeting Velen...

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Before the world of Draenor changed, in the middle of Talador in the center of the continent and Gorgrond, a vast wasteland, there was an ocean deep inland called the Zangar Sea. part of the ocean.

There are many uninhabited islands in the Zangar Sea. When the orcs slaughtered the Draenei, after the city of Shattrath was breached, Velen, the prophet of the Draenei, took the remaining Draenei to With the help of Lu, he fled to the Zangar Sea.

With the changes in the world, especially the silence of the elements, after the world was infected by evil energy, the oceans of the entire world also changed. The Zangar Sea began to lose water. Until 2 years ago, when the elements recovered, the entire Zangar Sea The sea has become a terrain of half ocean and half swamp, and the swamping of this area is still going on. Perhaps within a few years, this sea will disappear completely, so many exiles also began to call this area Zangar Marsh.

The swamping of the ocean caused the tragic death of many sea creatures, and at the same time exposed the whereabouts of the Draenei. In the middle of the Zangar Marsh, on a small transformed island, the Draenei stronghold named Teledore, in In the past few days, we have welcomed new guests.

At that time, the alien species called dwarves, in the eyes of the tall draenei who generally exceeded 2 meters, the 1.6-meter dwarf was like a stunted child. Of course, the curious staring of the draenei also made the Kurdran Wildhammer, who was an envoy of the Alliance, was very dissatisfied. He felt that the draenei were making fun of his height, which was very impolite in the tradition of the dwarves.

But the wine of these draenei is really strong!

Kurdran and his entourage, his companion Alfonso Leiming, who grew up with him, were sitting in the draenei tavern and drinking happily. He just got the news from Hellfire Peninsula that those undead have completely receded, and the base It was preserved, which greatly relieved Kurdran who was ordered to find reinforcements.

Kurdran, yesterday afternoon I used the excuse of relaxation to go around this small island...

Alfonso was already drunk, but the drunkenness did not affect the thinking of the Wildhammer knight. While secretly watching the dancing tail of the Draenei woman not far away, he said to Kurdran in dwarf language:

If this is all the remaining personnel of the Draenei, then they have come to the brink of genocide, and there are only less than 10,000 civilians left, living scattered on the small islands around Teledor, Subsisting on local fish and hunting, I would have thought they were primitive tribes if they hadn't been well-developed in engineering.

Kurdran took a sip of his wine and shook his head:

That's not the case! Alfonso, don't be fooled by these draenei. Although as far as we can see, there are less than 1,000 soldiers who can fight, but I can be sure that they have There must be other strongholds in Draenor... Otherwise, it can't explain why those undead don't come to attack them, obviously, they still have the power to protect themselves and even fight back!

But they certainly can't help the Alliance...our mission has failed.

Although it took less than 2 days to arrive in Teledor, the dwarves with rich war experience have already seen the current situation of the Draenei... As far as the local situation in Teledor is concerned, Kurdran has to draw A disappointing conclusion.

The Draenei here are completely unable to spare the strength to support the Alliance, and even if the Alliance official plans to stay permanently in the world of Draenor, they are likely to support these Draenei refugees in turn.

Oh, Mr. Kurdran, please follow me. The Prophet has just returned to Teledore, and he wants to summon you.

A Draenei priest wearing priestly robes walked quickly to the drunken dwarves. She frowned and glanced at the two drowsy-eyed dwarves, and said in a very unprofessional common tongue:

Do the guests need to take a break first?

Little girl, don't worry!

Kurdran laughed and stood up, drank the last sip of wine, wiped his wine-stained beard, patted his chest and said:

This wine has completely affected old Kurdran, lead the way, let's meet your prophet first...