Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 224 25. Draenei's Great Escape 【95100】

Since the Great Earthquake in Shadowmoon Valley, the climate of the entire Draenor world has become very strange, and the swamping Zangar Sea is a vivid example. This piece of sea surrounding the center of the continent is undergoing a rapid change. In the stage of , the sea tide beats endlessly, and the climate is erratic, making the draenei living in this area miserable.

And in this evening, a silent legion has touched the feet of the Draenei city in this swamp, Teledore.

Luminas looked at the huge mushroom that carried the city. It was as quiet as a dead city there. She looked back at the silent Rogelio and asked in a low voice:

Why did Tyrion suddenly attack the Draenei? I thought we were allies against the demons.

The Dark Blade Knights have suffered heavy losses and urgently need to replenish their troops. Looking at Draenor, besides the Draenei, are there other races that can be recruited?

Rogelio's cold eyes under the helmet remained unmoved, and he said in a deep voice:

In Frostfire Ridge, isn't Yrel also chasing and killing the last orc warriors? Obviously, Tyrion has made up his mind to unify this small world.

He should have done it long ago!

Rogge said something in a cold voice, he raised his left hand, and behind him, the first wave of death knights riding on undead dragons took off in the night, rushing towards the quiet Teledore, and the army of undead also tore apart The camouflage of night rushed to the Draenei city.

But a few minutes later, Roger and Lumi received a regrettable news.

The draenei escaped!

Rogelio looked at the opened tomb with an ugly expression. All the corpses inside had been emptied, and those ancient bones were burned to ashes by the flames.

boom

The death knight slammed his fist on the stone wall beside him, and he said unwillingly to Luminas:

The news must have been leaked in advance. They evacuated after being fully prepared, and even had time to deal with these corpses...Damn it! Didn't the scouts find any traces of the draenei leaving?

Luminas shook her head, this sensitive young lady noticed something strange, but she didn't say anything.

We didn't send scouts in Teledor. This is just a fringe battlefield. The main direction of attack is on the Farland Peninsula, where all the Draenei spaceships are.

Then tell Glokush and Serente that the draenei have already prepared for our raid, and let them act carefully!

After a while, Luminas' expression became even weirder.

The war in Farland is going on. As you expected, Glokush and Celent stepped into the trap of the Draenei. Velen packed all the civilians into the flying spaceship, including the A large spaceship was also dragged into the air by them, but the good news is that Celente used the breath of Rukhmar to knock down a spaceship...the battle over there is currently very tense.

Also... Maraad, the chief garrison officer of the Draenei, led the paladins to raid the Dark Temple!

The young lady frowned, and she said in a deep voice:

They stole Gul'dan's head, and Myra is chasing them with the knights. This is not right, there is a problem...I feel the breath of conspiracy.

They're going to run!

Rogelio widened his eyes:

I remember that there is a draenei army stationed on the battlefield of Hellfire Peninsula! Oops! They want to open the Dark Portal, and they want to flee to Azeroth! These bastards have premeditated!

We were scammed by them!

Rogelio grabbed Luminas's wrist, and he said loudly:

Notify Tyrion! Don't let the draenei get away!

Luminas shook her head, a gleam flashed in her eyes, and she said playfully:

Tyrion took Aurelia to hunt the demigod Anzu! Speaking of which, don't you think it's strange? Rogge, how could these bad things happen at the same time...Maybe, our lord did not hide And we did something.

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Stick to the deck! Rescue the soldiers in the eco-ship!

Prophet Velen stood on the deck of the immigration ship Exodar. He swung his staff, and the scorching blade of holy light slashed towards the ground, igniting the undead besieging Storm Fortress. In the sky of the huge red crystal ship Storm Fortress, three Draenei battleships have already taken off.

And on the ground below them, densely packed undead are frantically attacking the last warship that crashed on the ground, an ecological ship used to maintain the ecosystem.

All the draenei warriors on the eco-ship were gathered together. They manipulated the weapons on the spaceship and struggled against the invasion of the undead.

These despicable undead attacked them treacherously. Fortunately, the prophet discovered this in the future prophecy and transferred the civilians of Teledor to the spaceship Exodar in advance.

Prophet! No more!

The projection of Romuel, the great technician of the Draenei, the captain in charge of manipulating the forbidden ship, appeared in front of the prophet, and he reported loudly:

The flight system of the eco-ship is completely destroyed, I can't get it to fly again, we... we have to abandon ship!

Then abandon ship!

A trace of pain flashed in the prophet's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

Send those warriors back to the Tabard. Maraad has already snatched the key to open the Dark Portal from the hands of the undead. We... let's get out of here!

But Tempest Keep...

The naaru shield of Storm Fortress has been activated, these undead can't defeat it, use three ships to pull it into the air, let Storm Fortress float, Romul, we will only be wiped out if we stay here, the undead are full of nests here!

The Prophet interrupted the Great Technician's pleading, and he took a last look at the Storm Fortress shrouded in a golden light curtain below, and said with difficulty:

Let's go! Only when the undead are lured away can the Storm Fortress be truly safe... As for the ecological ship, I can't care so much now!

buzz buzz

The light blue teleportation light beams lit up one after another on the deck of the ecological ship besieged by the undead, and those trapped soldiers were teleported back to the deck of the demon ship, Glokush on the edge of the distant battlefield Under his gaze, three small draenei spaceships hovered around the edge of the large spaceship Storm Fortress, using a device similar to a suspension force field to lift the large spaceship wrapped in golden light into the air.

It is suspended in the sky, like a golden sun at dusk. Unfortunately, the largest immigrant ship of the Draenei, equipped with a distorted space inside and a magical spaceship that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, has completely lost its power. Unable to follow the remaining three ships out of Draenor, they had to stay in safety in this way.

They thought it was safe?

Serent grinned grinningly, aiming the golden breath of Rukhmar at the storm fortress in the sky. Although the sun at dusk was not strong enough, the arakkoa's energy weapon could still explode with endless power. When he was about to activate this weapon of war, it was stopped by Glokush.

Enough, Serente, stop wasting precious ammunition.

The old orc reached out and grabbed the elf's wrist. He looked at the three draenei spaceships flying towards the Hellfire Peninsula in the sky. The death knight said meaningfully:

The war between Darkblade and Draenei is over.

But it obviously still...

Celent wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Glokush again, and the old orc lowered his voice:

Haven't you discovered it? This coincident time, the plan that was suddenly put on the table, and the unreasonable distribution of troops, if you really want to exterminate the draenei, you think there will only be four death lords commanding it. Action? The only ones of us who can confront Velen head-on are him and Saurfang?

Saurfang was not ordered at all...

Hearing what Glokush said, Serent also woke up suddenly. He looked at the old orc, and looked at the draenei spaceship that had been occupied by the undead in disbelief.

This...is this?

shh

Black Hand silenced his companion, and he smiled strangely:

You just know it yourself, don't say it, it's just a dirty deal, it seems that the Holy Light Prophet is not so stubborn.

Okay, let's clean up the battlefield.

Glokush patted Celent on the shoulder:

Let's go and see the ship, it's ours.

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Below the Temple of Darkness, on the land leading to the Portal of Darkness, a group of heavily armed Draenei are riding fast on tall thunder elephants. This is an absolutely elite force. They were switched 4 days ago Arrived at the battlefield of Hellfire Peninsula, and now, in the darkness that is about to fall into the night, led by Grand Vindicator Maraad, charged towards the Dark Portal.

The face of the chief garrison officer was a little pale. He held a small box tightly in his arms, and looked back at the sky behind him from time to time. He ventured into the dark temple and overthrew many death knights to grab this precious item. On the way back, he encountered a difficult blood lord, and almost a quarter of his blood was sucked dry before he could barely repel him.

Go!

Maraad waved the whip in his hand, making Thunder Elephant run faster. Before his eyes, the wreckage of the destroyed Dark Portal appeared before his eyes, which made the Grand Vindicator feel a little relieved.

If the Prophet hadn't predicted the Dark Blade Knight's raid in advance...

There was a trace of fear in the Grand Vindicator's heart. Who would have thought that the undead who were fighting side by side 10 days ago would suddenly turn their faces and attack the draenei gathering place across the board. After receiving the news from the Farland Peninsula, everyone The garrison officer was extremely grateful.

The Prophet has already made a judgment that the world of Draenor cannot be left. They must leave this world and enter Azeroth before the undead surround them...

Speaking of Azeroth, Maraad remembered the advance troops of the alliance not long ago. That human warrior named Danas even invited him to travel to Azeroth. Unexpectedly, it was only two months. , he is going to Azeroth as a fugitive.

Fate is really unpredictable...

A helpless smile flashed across the face of the chief garrison officer. It was a happy event to defeat the demon, but what followed was a damned nightmare. Dan's head was handed to the Draenei mage beside him.

Idilan, you are the most skilled archmage among the draenei.

Maraad looked at the draenei woman wearing the sacrificial robe in front of him, and said solemnly: Now, the fate of the race is in your hands!

Go, open the door of darkness, let's leave this damn world!

The priest named Idilan looked sadly at the world that had lived for 200 years behind her, and she whispered:

Grand Vindicator, we... can we come back?

This question made the Draenei paladins around fell silent, while the Grand Defense Officer looked at the direction of the Farland Peninsula, his eyes flashed for identification, and he said in a deep voice:

Our people are still there, we're definitely coming back, we... we have to come back!

While the draenei were busy trying to open the dark portal, on the platform at the edge of the dark temple, the blood lord Meera yawned boredly, and in the spiritual link, he responded to the question of the person who was hiding inside the dark temple at this time. Tyrion said:

The speed of these draenei's escape is really slow, I want to help them...

Keep an eye on them, Myra, and when the Dark Portal opens, it's time for the second stage of the scene.

On the top platform of the Dark Temple, Tyrion finished communicating with Myra, and turned his head to look at Ansu, the crow god. Coming out, the old demigod was a little nervous at this moment.

Can the Emerald Dream of Azeroth really save Rukhmar?

Ansu stared at Tyrion, and said incoherently:

You promised me! You can't lie to me!

My God!

Tyrion rubbed his forehead with a headache:

You've asked this question 43 times...how can I tell you to believe me? When you go over there, you'll see the truth for yourself...but if you're in this state of anxiety, You may not be able to fool those insidious wilderness demigods, you must know that each of them will live more than three times longer than you.

Deception? Yes, deception!

Ansu croaked twice: Cheating is my profession, I will do it well, for Rukhmar, I will do it well!

That's all right, relax, my friend, you see, I've already acted for you in person...

Tyrion shrugged. He looked at Anzu, and after a moment, he whispered:

By the way, after you gain a firm foothold over there, remember to find some downcast druids with dark hearts...I need them to help me with something.

quack

The Crow God let out an ugly cry, stared at Tyrion, and patted his stubby wings:

You help me, I will help you!