Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 207 8. Demon War. Landing【78100】

The eredar warlock's anger was not without reason.

When he first set off from Mardun, he felt that this was just an armed parade. It was the same as the previous steps to conquer countless worlds. He found a suitable place, opened the legion portal, and attracted an endless army of demons, completely submerging this miserable world. world.

According to the information they collected, there is no force in the world of Draenor that can resist the Legion's invasion.

But on the night Warlock came to Draenor, reality slapped him hard.

On the cold and barren lands of Frostfire Ridge, in the furtive darkness, undead rushed from all directions to surround the bewildered eredar warlocks in the snow, while the ruthless death knights strangled In the 5-man squad that came to Draenor with the warlock, he was the only one left to escape the battlefield.

And on his waist, there is a commemoration left by the death knight.

This is a wound cut by a rune sword full of cold light. If the warlock is unlucky, the sword will cut off his body directly. With the help of the light of the magic fire, he saw the face of the assailant.

That's a draenei... the pathetic fugitive brethren, her blue skin and the horns on top of her head, and the tail behind her back all testify to that, except for her body... that's a dead body, The icy gleam in those eyes made him shudder

He saw with his own eyes that the draenei death knight was pierced by the three demon guards, but he slashed and killed as if he was not affected at all. The summoned demons are completely overwhelmed.

It was a shameful failure. The most shameful thing is that he survived by chance and was chased by the draenei death knight all the way, like a hound chasing prey, until he fled to Hellfire Peninsula...

Pooh

The eredar warlock spat bloody saliva, and the wound on his waist began to ache again. The death knight's blade must have been stained with some kind of evil force, and the tainted disease was incorporated into his blood. Fel energy is also very difficult to dispel.

Where did those damned undead come from? How could I not know that the Draenei would play this kind of trick besides believing in the Holy Light.

He muttered to himself, and soon, in front of his eyes, a complete summoning circle had been built, and the obedient Gangargo demons smashed a few pieces of magic energy gems, accompanied by dark green magic energy Flow to the magic circle on the ground, the dark green light is like a candle lighted in the dark, and amidst the brilliance, chaotic magic power is drawn from the ground and fills the surroundings of the magic circle.

Warlock took a step forward, and his two new companions...the same warlocks who escaped from the death knight's pursuit, they were divided into triangles and stood in three places of the magic circle, and at the same time they swelled Fel energy connects to the distant world of Mardun beyond the boundless void, where the vanguard of demons is ready, and they are about to set foot on this world.

Overseer Arathius, we call you and your legion. The intelligence of this world has been collected, come on!

The warlock shouted:

Come conquer it for the Legion!

whoosh

As soon as the voice fell, a howling bone arrow shot out from the shadow behind, piercing the head of an unlucky demon guard neatly, scorching blood and disgusting brains shot out from the wound, sprinkled on the Behind the warlock, he turned his head in doubt, and saw the death knight coming out of the hillside behind him.

The familiar figure on the armored horse, the broken horn, and the heavy black armor.

Yrel threw the war bow in her hand to the death knight beside her. She pulled out the war hammer behind her backhand and pulled up the reins. The death warhorse let out a deep roar in the middle of the night, carrying the heavily armored knight like a ramming beast. Knocking away the two demon guards blocking the way, when Yrel's warhammer hit the terrified eredar warlock's chest, she whispered:

It's a pity that I was aiming at you...

Kill them all!

After Yrel rushed out of the position at once, the tall and short death knights quickly summoned their horses, and also rushed out with their bosses, and behind them, a dozen or so came over after receiving the news The high-ranking death knights, the charge of these dozens of people was too sudden, and before the demons could react, the death knight's cold blade had already fallen on them.

However, Yrel came a little late, and the magic circle activated by the warlocks could no longer be stopped. The violent magic power formed a huge dark green door in the space in front of him in the interlacing of the running magic circle.

It's too unstable to allow too many demons to pass through, and it's obviously just a ritual to summon an advance army.

In the distant broken world of Mardun, the demon vanguard, the cruel Arathus looked back at the hundreds of elite demons and dozens of eredar warlocks who were ready to go, and nodded in satisfaction.

Arasius is an Eredar, who used to be an officer in the world of Argus. After accepting the fel energy, his original ordinary life seemed to open another door. He fanatically led the demons and The former compatriots invaded one world after another, just like a mad dog, keen on brutal killing and destruction. Wherever he went, everything was razed to the ground by the flames of war.

This cruel style gave him the name Cruel in the Legion, and Arathius liked this title very much. He liked to let his subordinates call him Arasius the Cruel, which sounds similar to Fraudster. Much like The Polluter, he's an eredar with lofty ideals who yearns for higher status and recognition.

And this time he invaded Draenor, he will use destruction and death to prove himself!

Follow me, warriors of the Legion!

Arathius raised his left arm, and between the dark red fingers, fel lightning flashed, and soon formed a ferocious energy battle axe. He shouted loudly:

Conquer this world for the God of Darkness!

charge!

After the words fell, Arathus was the first to pass through the portal. After the poor performance of the world portal's inherent dizziness and dizziness, the cruel man's hooves stepped on the ground of Hellfire Peninsula.

Unexpectedly, his appearance did not attract fanatical or fearful calls from the pioneers. This kind of silence made Arasius a little disappointed. Listening to those calls was one of his few hobbies.

But soon, the pungent smell of blood rushed into Arasius' nostrils. The moment the first demon behind him stepped out of the teleportation, Arasius raised his head and saw that there was a demon not far from the portal. The death knights who set up an ambush circle.

At the forefront of the mighty undead sea, Yrel, who was riding on a war horse, also saw the tall Eredar warrior rushing out of the portal. She waved her hand, and the thing she held in her hand It crossed the sky and landed at the feet of Arathus.

It was a series of chained demon heads, and the squashed eredar sorcerer's head had a particularly frightened look on it.

My former compatriots...

Yrel swung her warhammer. Behind her, the death knights drew their weapons in unison. She stared at Arathus and said in a hoarse voice:

Welcome to...hell!

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The scattered demons opened at least 17 portals at the same time! Are 7 of them concentrated in Hellfire Peninsula?

On the rooftop of the Dark Temple, Lord Darkblade is listening to the latest information.

Tyrion was sitting on his cold throne, and Aurelia was lying in his arms, eyes closed, as if she was asleep. Tyrion was listening to the reports from his subordinates in the spiritual link. At that moment, almost exactly the same information was sent back from all over the world.

Frostfire Ridge, Talador, Spiers of Arak, over the Shadowmoon Sea, and near the lava pit in Gorgrond... It seems that the demons have finally made up their minds.

The death knight stroked Alleria's hair tenderly. In the spiritual link, he responded to the reports of his subordinates:

Kill those advance troops, and then return to their respective fortresses. The stable portal has not yet been established, and the main force of the demons has not yet appeared. Remember the tactics we discussed before. My request is very simple, and there is only one!

Tyrion's fingers moved a few times in the air, and he emphasized his voice mentally:

Before I kill the demon commander, I can't let them break through the blockade of the region and join them... Separate them! No matter how much it costs! The time has come to test the quality of the Dark Blade Knight, brothers and sisters, this will be A very difficult battle, but the victory belongs to us, there is no doubt about it!

Glockush, Saurfang, and Celent, you have all questioned my original intention of establishing the Dark Blade Knight. In this battle, you will see all of this... Our legion has always been We are not fighting against the living, and the weak and weak are not worth mentioning. Our goal and our sacrifices are all for today!

The voice of the great lord of the death knight resounded in the heart of every high-ranking knight through the spiritual link. There was no impassionedness, no courage admired by living people, but only almost cruel cruelty and hatred.

The conspiracy of the demons killed us all, today is the time for revenge... They want to rush into my world, they want to destroy everything about us, now, as the Lord of the Dark Blade Knights, I order !All dark blade knights, use your swords, use your suppressed anger, give me the demons and drive them out!

Obey!

For a moment, more than 2,000 voices sounded in his mind at the same time, causing Tyrion's fingers to tighten at this moment. He hadn't breathed for a long time, took a deep breath, and moved Aurelia in his arms. Holding her up, the latter opened her eyes, and a blood-red light flashed in her eyes.

Is there going to be a war?

Alleria asked in a low voice, and Tyrion stretched out his fingers to smooth his lover's long hair. He nodded and said softly:

Protect the Dark Temple, Alleria, stay here and wait for the news of my victory.

After speaking, after death, the death knight took the initiative to kiss his lover's lips for the first time. He hugged Aurelia tightly, and the ranger responded enthusiastically. After a while, the two separated, and Tyrion walked forward a few steps. One step later, the dark red body of the huge undead dragon Deathstroke has appeared on the platform of the Dark Temple.

The great lord was riding on the death knell's neck, and he turned his head and waved to Alleria. The next moment, amidst the low roar of the Necromancer Dragon, the magic sword Apocalypse was unsheathed suddenly, and the wind blew Tyrion's gray hair, As the death knell beat its bone wings, several heavy doors on the lower level of the Dark Temple were pushed open in unison. The death ravens and undead dragons flapped their wings like birds leaving their nests, carrying the fully armed death knights. , following the leader.

Go to the battlefield with the indifferent and calm attitude of the undead!

There is no roar of the people, no flowers scattered, no ribbons fluttering in the wind, there is only the coldness entangled in the sky, the dark storm that sweeps everything, some are just rock-solid hearts, and some are just The death-like silence, some are just endless chills.

On the roof of the Dark Temple, Alleria stood there, the wind blew up her clothes and her dark golden hair, she watched Tyrion's figure disappear into the sky, in her blood red eyes, Full of pride.

I know, you are different from what they said... My lover, whether in front of him or after death... is a true hero.

Alleria reached out and brushed her long hair behind her ears. As the shadows fluttered behind her, three fully armed watchmen and nearly a hundred dark rangers walked up to the rooftop and stood behind Alleria.

Nasa, who couldn't see her expression, handed a heavy war bow to Alleria, and another watchman sent a set of bright red chain armor and cloak.

If Tyrion knew that instead of protecting you, I went out to fight under your leadership...

Nasa whispered:

He's going to kill me for sure.

But you and I are connected, Nasa, and do you think I will be a wife who waits quietly for her husband to return?

Alleria stretched out her hand and flicked the bowstring of the war bow. Amidst the buzzing sound, she closed her eyes:

I just don't want to be the same as before, Nasa, waiting for desperate news, I don't want to be his burden, that's all, are you willing to be my comrade and companion? Nasa, there is no one more suitable than us Fighting side by side, you don't need to worry about betrayal and threats, and you have the same heart, I know you hate him, hate him for turning you into what you are now...

But one day, you will see the meaning of all this. He is not evil. Although he always talks about revenge and conquest, you also see that he is actually more benevolent than most kings... a cunning Will the evil ones be so brave to fight against dangerous demons?

The blood watcher moved her wrist, and the sharp thorn knife wheel was looming under the cover of the bright red cloak that covered her whole body. After a few seconds, the watcher stepped back slightly, bowed his head and said:

Then, as you wish...my blood mistress.