Azeroth’s Death Track

Go away!

Accompanied by a desperate scream, a blazing fireball burst out from Julie Moxian's hand, and hit the body of the blue monster that was rushing towards her in front of her eyes.

The powerful magic power of the high-level mage made this fireball full of lethality. When the explosive and unstable structure inside hit the trogg's chest, it exploded suddenly, and the scorching and noisy flames instantly turned ugly The troggs ignite.

But this kind of monster whose whole body is made of stones and solid rough skin is not so easy to kill. Even if the mane all over its body is ignited, it still roars wildly, grabs the sharp blood-stained stones, and smashes To the dwarf mage in front of him.

Julie's figure was shrouded in the light of the teleportation technique. When the light dissipated, she had already appeared on a small platform condescending. The little mage waved the ice crystal staff in his hand, shining with purple light, impact and penetration The extremely powerful arcane missiles burst out from the magic lines blooming in front of her eyes, smashing the littered trogg back continuously.

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The last arcane arrow pierced the trogg's heart, and amidst the flying stones, the monster uttered its last wail, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

But this does not mean that Julie is out of danger. On the street in front of her eyes, those dwarves who had no time to escape have been killed by the troggs, and there are blood and stumps everywhere. The tragic situation made Julie almost faint.

More than 20 troggs roared frantically, their deformed souls longed for killing and destruction, and after killing all the survivors, they turned their attention to the dwarf mage standing on the small platform.

Seeing the monsters gathering, Julie Moxian clenched the staff tightly in her hand, and she forced herself to calm down. When the trogg monster started to charge towards her, Julie let out a coquettish cry, accompanied by Physical strength and magic power surged out, and the cold frost froze all the more than 20 troggs in front of him on the ground in an explosive gesture.

Julie tightly clenched her left hand wearing the black magic-pattern glove. The next moment, the last surge of magic power burst out from the ground in the form of ice spikes, piercing those ugly troggs, but the monsters had strong vitality. Being impaled wasn't enough to kill them.

The dwarf mage chanted another spell, and when the troggs shattered the ice and regained their freedom again, a window torn open by the magic power appeared on the top of the underground city, and the black meteorite burning with flames burst out from the magic power. The window slammed down hard.

boom

The entire block was shaken by this heavy blow. Before Julie's eyes, the originally smooth road had a terrible depression. Under the heavy meteorite, there were monsters who were completely smashed to death.

Where did these monsters come from?

The panting dwarf mage wiped the sweat from her forehead. She blessed herself with an eagle eye spell. Standing on the platform, she looked into the distance. Three blocks away, the breach in the wall had been extended into They opened a dark tunnel, from which a steady stream of troggs poured out, like an ugly blue tide, escaping towards the block in front of them.

The wires on the street were torn off, sparks splashed, and some flammable materials were ignited. Flames and smoke were everywhere. On that street, there were still many dead bodies of dwarves who were killed.

It was like a nightmare.

elder sister!

Julie looked at the block in the southwest, which was one of the urban areas close to the attack of the troggs, and her sister Ella lived there. Thinking of Ella's current poor physical condition, Julie gritted her teeth and walked quickly. Jumping off the platform, he violently smashed open the warehouse on the street with a fireball technique. A moment later, a buzzing mechanical bird with black smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe rushed out carrying Julie. The speed rushed to where Ella was.

On the other hand, as the race with the highest IQ in Azeroth, the gnomes had a complete disaster response system when they first established Gnomeregan. At the moment of the massacre, the master craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque, who was obsessed with researching a new generation of robots, immediately got the news.

The wisest craftsman among the dwarves and the nominal commander of the dwarves immediately held a meeting. After activating the block defense wall of the entire city, he and his smartest advisers discussed how to protect the people and resist The troggs started the discussion.

The nervousness of the dwarves was fully demonstrated in this meeting. Maybe the disaster came too suddenly, maybe they were frightened. Some councilors suggested that the development of killer robots against troggs be started immediately, while others advocated Open vents all over the city, inject poisonous gas into the air, and kill those monsters once and for all.

There are even some cowards who say they want to give up Gnomeregan, and then run to Ironforge to find help from the dwarven brothers who can fight.

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

The master craftsman knocked on the steel table in front of him with his own wrench, and he stopped the consultants' wild ideas. This master craftsman wearing extremely cool engineering goggles is no longer young. He has a white beard and a bald head. Hairstyle, it is said that this is because Mekkatorque's brain is filled with too much wisdom, which makes his hair unable to grow.

In short, now the wise master craftsman screams:

Time! Time is the most important thing. We don't have enough time to develop a killer robot against the troggs. There are 400,000 people in Gnomeregan. We don't have time to evacuate them. The people are bleeding. We can end this nightmare as quickly as possible!

Then we have to have a one-off solution to the problem.

The advisor standing next to the Great Craftsman is Mekkatorque's most trusted adjutant, and a smart man full of whimsical ideas. His name is McNeil Thermaplug, just like the Great Craftsman. He also wears very cool mechanical goggles. Under the black lenses, there are a pair of flexible eyes. He grabbed his red beard and said to others:

We can lure those monsters into a closed area and kill them all at once!

But we have no such weapons!

A dwarf senator brandished a hammer and yelled: After the Alliance war is over, we put a moratorium on WMD research!

No! We have!

The great craftsman was attracted by the suggestion made by his companion. He opened his mechanical goggles, and there was a hint of madness in his wise eyes. He pointed to the dungeon map in front of him and said to the others:

Remember? The battery packs buried further below generate a lot of radioactive sewage every day. We store them in water tanks in various corners of the city. As long as we can lure those monsters into the closed room and bomb them Drop the pipes, and the vaporized radiation liquid and rays will overwhelm them...we've done experiments, and even the strongest trolls can't resist radiation, and these monsters certainly can't!

But radiation is deadlier to us! Mekkatorque, you are crazy!

The dwarves made a noise, they opposed this risky move, but as time went by, more and more casualty reports were placed before the eyes of the dwarf councilors, and consultant McNeil patted the table and asked loudly:

You corrupt bureaucrats! Our people are dying! If you disagree with me and Mekkatorque, find a way! The people need us!

The great craftsman raised his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist. He shook his head and said in an unquestionable voice:

Now, vote! I don't want to waste any more time!

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In the silent silence, many councilors raised their hands, more than half of them, and soon, the voice of the great artisan came to mind from the speakers lingering in various places in the city:

Brave people of Gnomeregan, we are about to take emergency measures against the invasion of monsters. Now, everyone go back to their homes, or hide in closed safe places! Attention! Don't go out of the room until the alarm is lifted! Listen! Don't panic when you hear the explosion or the ground shaking! Put on your gas mask and wait for the news of our victory!

This voice also rang in Julie Moxian's ears. The dwarf mage was already very close to her sister's residence at this time, but what made her desperate was that it seemed to be surrounded by troggs.

And just before Julie's mechanical bird completely lost power, she saw another dwarf mage in a purple robe constructing a large magic circle on the street, and beside him, there were corpses of killed troggs everywhere.

Master Millhouse!

Julie shouted overjoyed. She recognized the dwarf mage in front of her. He was a member of the famous Manastorm family, Archmage Millhouse Manastorm. His family was the most famous mage family among dwarfs. Of course, it also enjoys a high reputation.

And Millhouse Manastorm, who was setting up the magic circle, heard the shout behind him, he turned his head suddenly, and saw the dwarf mage Julie running towards him.

Master, I didn't expect to meet you here.

Julie greeted Millhouse, who answered in a high-pitched voice:

Of course I'm here, my home is here...Damn it, my dear Millieficente just ran away from home and this happened to my house, she'll beat me up when she comes back, well, Stop talking nonsense and come help, little girl.

The dwarf mage wearing a gorgeous archmage robe beckoned to Julie familiarly, and then worked on the magic circle under her feet again. This is a complicated and cumbersome esoteric magic circle that Julie couldn't understand at all, so she cautiously Asked:

Master Millhouse, what is this magic circle used for?

Oh! This is the super invincible improved group teleportation circle I just designed!

Millhouse patted his chest proudly, and said to his compatriots:

I changed the parameters, this thing can send all the monsters marked by me to the twisted void together, so what I have to do is to mark the magic power on those crazy monsters... Wait, I suddenly found out, I need an assistant to do this!

I come!

Without saying a word, Julie grabbed the magic ray gun on the ground and ran to the street ahead. She shouted:

I'm going to save my sister, Millhouse, I'll mark those monsters as much as possible, wait for me to send a signal, and you start teleporting!

Your sister?

Millhouse's purple eyes widened. He looked at Julie who was running away, and shouted:

Hey, little girl, there is a wave of necromantic magic over there, there is a dangerous person over there, don't go there... oh, hell!

Julie could no longer hear the warning from Millhouse's jumping feet. She used the teleportation technique to rush into the block surrounded by troggs. She held a not-so-heavy magic ray gun in her hand. It's been modified and has really good engineering front sights.

Bang bang bang bang

Julie used the ring of ice to freeze the troggs on the ground, and then shot button-like magic signs on these monsters in bursts. While shooting wildly, she moved towards her sister's very remote residence rushed over.

The streets along the way were full of corpses of dwarfs. This terrible tragedy made Julie feel indescribable depression and pain. They shouldn't suffer from this. The dwarfs just want to hide in their own place and study their own technology. , is this also wrong?

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The last magic power mark was fired, Julie threw away the ray gun in her hand, flicked the magic spark, and a red mark rushed into the sky. The next moment, Millhouse Mana standing beside the magic circle The storm activated the Super Invincible Improved Group Teleportation Circle, and the violent purple magic power surged on the circle, and quickly tore a space crack leading to the twisting void around Millhouse.

Those troggs scattered on the street were screaming, but they couldn't stop the attraction from behind. Their bodies were pulled into the air, as if they were being pulled by invisible ropes, and they were thrown one by one. Into the manic portal.

While Millhouse watched this scene, leaning on his staff, he laughed wildly:

Who is the fiercest? Who is the best?

I'm the hottest! Millhouse is the best...wait, wait!

boom

At the moment when the magic power was exhausted, the portal made by Millhouse did not collapse inward as he imagined. On the contrary, like a bomb exploded, the violent magic power swept away everything around. .

Millhouse himself screamed in horror as he clutched at the poles that were erected on the ground, behind him, the violent magic drew him into the Twisting Nether, which was almost like courting death.

Don't! Don't! Help! Help!

The voice of the dwarf mage became more and more bleak with the slight bending of the telegraph pole. In the end, at the moment his hands loosened, Millhouse Manastorm was also involved in his own magic circle, and then he and more than 100 stone Together with the jaw monster, they disappeared completely in the streets of Gnomeregan.

On the other side, Julie Moxian tried her best in the doomsday of the dungeon, and finally rushed into her sister's house under the pursuit of the trogg, but when she raised her head, what she saw was the whole floor. Among the dismembered corpses stood a dwarf in black heavy armor with dark red eyes... The dwarf was lifeless and even smelled of decay. It made Julie's hair stand on end.

The next moment, her older sister, the withdrawn Ella Moxian appeared in front of her eyes. She looked at her younger sister with a cold smile on her lips:

My dear Julie . . . I just wanted to see you.