Azeroth’s Death Track

At the same moment Tyrion fell, Saurfang's mountain-like body also collapsed.

The orc warlord lying on the ground breathed heavily, just like when he was young, he went out hunting with his brother, lost in the storm in Frostfire Ridge, and faced two hungry frost wolves alone. Like a battle.

He was almost torn apart by the wolf kiss, but he won in the end, and brought back glory for himself and his brother for the first time.

Saurfang was born in the world of Draenor, a world full of beauty and vitality when he first opened his eyes.

That was the hometown of the orcs, among the distant stars, and the world of Azeroth where he was at this time, separated by an almost insurmountable path of stars.

Saurfang grew up in Frostfire Ridge, the most barren and coldest place in Draenor, where the powerful Thunder King clan and Frostwolf clan lived. He almost saw with his own eyes how the noble orcs fought in the blood of demons. He became bloodthirsty and insane during the baptism, but alas, Saurfang did not stop this, he joined in.

It took less than 10 years for the world to go from prosperity to death. Of course, this was not caused by the orcs, but they and their world became victims of the conspiracy of higher forces, and the final note of this conspiracy , pointing to another world that would not have any communication with Draenor at all... Azeroth.

In the past, Saurfang fought for the killing desire surging in his body, which was not considered noble, and was even scorned by Saurfang's nature, but now, although the blood of the devil in his body still makes him violent, but But he fought to find a new world for his people.

It's a great mission now that their world is dying.

In order to achieve it, Saurfang is willing to sacrifice everything, even if it means becoming a butcher with bloody hands...

Likewise, Saurfang will not stop fighting until he sees this great mission accomplished with his own eyes, he will not surrender to death!

His eyes fell on Tyrion's distorted body in the distance, although he didn't want to admit it, but this time, if he wasn't lucky enough, I'm afraid he would really be killed by that elf cub who was as crazy as a lone wolf and as ruthless ...

Although he was already seriously injured before this battle, Saurfang has never been someone who would hide his failure. The strength and vitality of orcs are naturally several times higher than that of humans and elves, and their opponents are also not in their prime. Body, in this case, can fight a tribal warrior like him to this level...

Strength and combat skill are never the protagonists of battle... an unyielding, fiery will is.

The crazy elf ranger died in the end, but...

you win...

You're a...true warrior!

After nearly ten minutes, Saurfang finally recovered from the weakness after the berserk. He stood up clutching his wound, leaned on the tree trunk, and breathed heavily. At this moment, strange birdsong and The sound of flapping wings came from afar.

Hula Hula

The sound made Saurfang alert immediately. He carried the battle ax behind his back with great difficulty, dragged Tyrion's already cold body, and returned to the dead silence when the light of dawn flooded the land. Among the forest.

Saurfang didn't notice that the moment he dragged the ranger's body, the blood-stained leaf-shaped pendant slipped from Tyrion's hand and remained in the woods like a lost treasure, but with this orc warlord Even if he notices his character, he will act as if he didn't see it...

True Orcs are tolerant of worthy opponents, except, of course, those Slayers who have indulged their desire for destruction.

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Ahem...

A few days later, in the middle of the mainland, in the wetland full of mud and dangerous beasts, the two orcs were struggling to advance. At the forefront of the confrontation between the Seven Human Nations Alliance and the orc tribe, they were not out of danger.

Red carried the seriously injured Saurfang on his back. He was dragging two simple wooden boxes behind him. The warlord's heavy armor was fixed on the wooden boxes. Every time he took a step, Red Blackhand had to take a breath.

It is very difficult to move forward in the swamp. The most important thing is that during the frenzied pursuit of the pursuers, Reid has not closed his eyes for 2 days and 2 nights, and Saurfang behind him has already entered the forest due to wound infection. In a dying state, his body temperature was frighteningly high.

To be honest, it's not that Red didn't think about throwing Saurfang halfway. This would not only help him get rid of the pursuers, but also shoulder the responsibility for his mission failure. At least a large part of the responsibility could be pushed to Saurfang. on Ruffal.

But after much deliberation, Red Blackhand still couldn't make up his mind.

On the one hand, after the death of his father, the previous chieftain of the tribe, Black Hand, it was Saurfang and other warlords who extended a helping hand to protect him and his younger brother at the most dangerous time.

On the other hand, Red's hatred for the current tribe is more concentrated on the great chief Orgrim who personally killed his father. Doomhammer and Gul'dan, the patriarch of the storm clan, tried his best to teach him martial arts. Ruffal, is innocent.

Therefore, under the almost impossible circumstances, Red took Saurfang all the way from the hinterland of the human kingdom to the area controlled by the tribe. In this respect, Red Blackhand is more like Dela Although the traditional orcs of the Nuo period were reckless and aggressive, they still had their own persistence and bottom line.

Red, I can't do it...ahem...

Saurfang leaned on Red's back with difficulty, and said in a low voice, Taking me is just a burden, just leave me behind.

No! Hold on, Overseer!

Red gritted his teeth and continued to move forward in the vast wetland. He said in a deep voice:

We're almost there, Grim Batol, it's just around the corner!

I heard those dwarves shouting, did I hear it wrong?

Saurfang looked back with difficulty, but under the serious illness, he couldn't see clearly, and Red carefully placed Saurfang on the muddy ground, he took a big breath, reached out and picked up the bloodstain Banban's sword turned back to look at the dwarves who rushed up in the swamp behind them.

You heard me right, Warlord, you see, you can actually fight...

Red Blackhand, who was hungry and hungry, showed a difficult smile, and he said to Saurfang: Wait a moment, Warlord, I will kill them all... Soon, soon I will be back!

No! Red, don't go! I...I'll buy you time!

Saurfang didn't know the current situation of the two of them. He stood up with difficulty, grabbed the tomahawk on his spine, and pushed Red into the water behind him. His strength was not like that of a seriously ill orc. , he shouted loudly without looking back:

Run! Leave me alone, run back...tell the warchief, I...I died like a real orc!

Run!.

ah!!

Seeing Saurfang, who couldn't even stand still, leaning on the wooden box and slapping his chest towards the rushing copperbeard dwarves, Red felt a sense of glory that belonged to orcs that had been lost for a long time. Instead of retreating and running like a coward, he stepped forward, sword in hand, and stood in front of Saurfang.

You can't let the fun of this battle be taken away by yourself, Warlord...

Red laughed, as if he didn't pay attention to the dwarves in front of him at all:

After I die, there will still be Maim, Warlord, and the blood of Blackstone will continue to pass on. I hope I can set a good example for them...

Panting, Saurfang propped up his body with the axe. He stretched out his hand and put it on Red's shoulder:

I learned a word from that elf...perfect for now.

Today, you and I will go to hell together!

The two desperate orcs laughed and patted their chests, raised their weapons together, and challenged the exiled dwarves in Khaz Modan loudly:

Lok'tar ogar!!!

Just at the moment when they thought they were going to die, a deep roar sounded from the dim sky above. Reid raised his head and saw a huge red dragon swooping down from the clouds, facing the dwarves who had launched a charge Breathing wildly, the scorching flame ignited everything in front of the two of them.

It's ours! Overseer! We're saved!!!

The excited Red raised his arms and cheered, but when he turned his head, he saw Saurfang with a smile on his face, lying in the muddy and dirty swamp.

Overseer! What's wrong with you, Overseer!...Don't die! We are saved! Open your eyes!!

Saurfang, open your eyes, this is the way to die! This is not what you are after!!!

Almost at the same time, Lor'themar, who was recuperating in Wildhammer Castle in Eagle's Nest, opened his eyes.

The Wildhammer dwarves rarely communicate with the outside world. They live in the mountains of the Hinterlands in an almost primitive posture. After coming to settle here more than 200 years ago, they became allies with powerful beasts like Griffin , and there are no unsightly bastards trying to challenge their position in the Hinterlands.

Uh, those trolls all over the world don't count... Theoretically speaking, all the civilized places in the world are actually the territories of the ancient troll empires, but it's a pity that the descendants are not up to date, and there is no way to keep the inheritance.

Because of the special closedness of the Hinterlands in the eastern continent, almost no one knew that Lor'themar was still alive.

And because the head of Zul'jin that Lor'themar carried with him was regarded as a symbol of bravery by the Wildhammer dwarves who hated trolls extremely. Treatment.

But the moment he opened his eyes, what he cared about was no longer Zuljin's head, His Royal Highness' great achievements, he only cared about one thing.

Where is Tyrion? Where is my friend?

The ranger, who was always known for his silence, tightly grasped the hands of the Wildhammer shaman in front of him, roaring like a wild beast. The power emanating from his slender body was beyond the tolerance of even the dwarves who were known for their robustness.

He urgently needs an answer, and from his longing eyes, he hopes to get a perfect answer.

O rude elf! Let me go!

The old shaman called loudly. Seeing that Lor'themar couldn't calm down, he simply called on the power of the storm spirit and used a thunderbolt to force Lor'themar to calm down, but the old dwarf didn't Angry, because the story of Lor'themar and his brother Tyrion has spread throughout the Eagle's Nest Mountains these days.

Although the dwarves look rough, they are actually a race full of emotions. The old shaman took a sip of wine, looked at Lor'themar sadly, and said softly:

Wait a minute, I'll find Kurdran to tell you what you want to know... But I have to say in advance, you have to be mentally prepared.

Ten minutes later, Kurdran Wildhammer, the leader of the Wildhammer dwarves' griffin knights, walked into Lor'themar's ward with a wooden box in his arms. In fact, it was the stone house where the dwarves lived. Well, only dwarves live in this kind of dwelling that is all stone.

Alfonso and I found the battlefield of your brother, the brave elf Tyrion, when the dawn came.

Kurdran whispered:

The battlefield seemed to be swept by a storm. I can be sure that it was caused by a high-ranking warrior. Your brother fought against a high-ranking orc warrior. This kind of courage alone is worthy of admiration.

Facing this kind of praise, Lor'themar Theron, who had completely died down in his heart, clenched his fists, and he still had the last sliver of expectation:

I don't care about that, all I care about is, Tyrion, at the end... what happened?

swish

Kurdran handed the box to Lor'themar and whispered:

That's all we found, but we found some blood-stained weeds from the battlefield, and after showing it to the shaman...

The dwarf took a peek at Lor'themar's expression, lowered his voice, as if muttering:

Unfortunately, he is dead and the body...was taken away.

This news made Lor'themar's body tremble for a while. Although he had foreseen all of this, when the real truth came, the endless tumbling still made his mouth tinge with fishy sweetness.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and opened the box Kurdran brought, there were very few things inside.

A broken phoenix epee, shattered chain mail, a bent dagger, and... a blood-stained leaf-shaped pendant.

Well

Lor'themar held the pendant in his hand. His face was extremely pale at this moment, and the pain in his eyes made the dwarf Kurdran feel something was wrong. After 2 seconds, Lor'themar stood up and just After taking a step, he collapsed to the ground.

He... exchanged his life for mine...

Bastard! Bastard!! You asked me...how can I explain to them!

Saurfang drank the devil's blood~ There were only a few high-level tribesmen who didn't drink blood, and Saurfang's position at that time was irresistible. Also, don't forget to vote, brothers~