Azeroth’s Death Track

The second half of the fifth year of Dark Portal and the first half of the sixth year passed in chaos.

In this year, the orc disaster from the south of the mainland not only did not weaken as people imagined, but intensified. After capturing the Stormwind Kingdom, the orcs, who received a huge supply of supplies, were not satisfied and continued to move northward. Pushing forward, these invaders from another world have no intention of living in peace with mankind at all. Wherever they go, all civilizations disappear in smoke.

At present, the army of orcs has appeared in the wetlands, and has begun to attack the only road leading to the northern border by land. The Sardo Bridge built by humans and dwarves will be guarded on the Sardo Bridge when the new year comes. Human soldiers can be said to be living in hell, and the orcs attack wildly every day, almost never stopping.

But the tragedy on the front line gave some comfort to the panicked nobles in the rear, because as long as the Sardo Bridge does not fall, it means that the orcs cannot enter the northern border, which means that their current life can continue.

However, the nobles didn't know that it was only the Blood Ring clan in the orc tribe who attacked the Sardo bridge. When the real orc army led by the great chief Orgrim set foot on the northern border, all the peace, all Hope, will be completely crushed.

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Hillsbrad Hills, Dunholde Castle.

This is the nearest garrison of the Kingdom of Alterac to Arathi, the frontline battlefield. The current King of Alterac, His Majesty Aiden Perenolde, is a well-known coward. Looking around in the castle on the peak of Alterac, such a king must be fearful in war.

Even the soldiers of the entire Alterac Kingdom demanded to focus on defense in any battlefield, which was made a joke by other countries.

Near Dunholde Castle, a real battle broke out half a year ago. More than 120 orcs were buried here, which can be called the biggest victory in the inland. 1,200 people were recruited, and the size of the castle tripled.

And Captain Edlas Blackmoore, who was stationed here, also enjoyed a prosperous official career because he participated in King Daelin's war against the orcs. It's a major general.

It's a pity that even though Major General Blackmoore wanted to prove himself on the battlefield, he couldn't go to the front line to support him unless his king gave orders, so he could only stay in the hinterland of the kingdom.

Recovery

The neighing of war horses sounded on the former site of the elf prisoner-of-war camp. Lieutenant Drake, who was leading the patrol, rode on a majestic war horse, and looked at the completely abandoned camp with some nostalgia. He could still remember that half a year ago That night, he followed His Majesty Dai Lin here, killing many orcs along the way.

That night changed the fate of many people.

Behind him, more than 40 soldiers were paying homage to their companions who died in battle that night. To be honest, if the patrol did not pass through here, these soldiers recruited from the local area would not want to pass through the ruins, because in the country legend, More than 100 elves in the entire camp died here that night. After the war ended, the ghosts of those elves continued their war.

This is of course nonsense, Lieutenant Drake is an excellent soldier, he doesn't believe it.

Okay! Guys, keep going, we'll be able to rest in 20 minutes!

The lieutenant waved the horsewhip in his hand, yelling at the lazy soldiers to move forward, while he watched the distant forest vigilantly. Recently, there have been traces of orc scouts in this area, and there have been a lot of news to prove this.

First team, go to the river to fetch water!

After walking for more than ten minutes, the lieutenant looked at the sky and finally gave the order to rest. He pointed his horsewhip at the river in the distance and shouted loudly: Don't enter that forest! Anyone with wild animals there, everyone else, stay on the spot. rest!

While the others were sitting in place and starting to eat dry food, the six assigned soldiers walked toward the distant river with a lot of water bags and reluctant faces.

These Alterac soldiers have inherited the country's consistent tradition. They don't want to go to the battlefield. They have almost nothing to do with glory or defending their country. They chat with each other and wash in the cold river water. With a straight face, he cursed at his boss.

It's so hot, it must be cool in the forest.

Looking at the forest on the other side of the river, a man felt a little ready to move: Let's just go and rest for 5 minutes, they won't notice.

The others hesitated, but seeing that the first person had already rolled up his trouser legs, crossed the small river, and waved to them from the opposite side, the others hesitated for a moment, leaving the most honest guy standing still to look at the water bag. rushed into the forest.

They are young people in their 20s, all of them are at a restless age. Everyone says that orcs are scary, but in the eyes of these middle-aged and second-year-olds, orcs are nothing.

If you ask me, Lieutenant Drake can kill 10 orcs by himself!

A young man waved a long rusty sword in his hand, slashing the grass around him frantically, and said loudly: Last time I saw the lieutenant exercising, the muscles in his arms are thicker than my thighs!

Nonsense! Lieutenant Drake is the best fighter in the castle!

Another said: I also saw him teaching that green kid Thrall to fight!

Sarl? It's that orc kid who can speak human language. I even fed him. He's very polite!

Yeah, that orc kid can still say thank you!

Maybe Thrall was picked up by the general on the battlefield. The veterans all said that Thrall brought good luck to the general. In less than half a year, he was promoted from captain to major general! It's like growing wings... hey , what are you running? Who is chasing you? A beast?

Run! Behind! There are monsters behind!

A shrill cry sounded in the forest, and the others turned their heads subconsciously, then screamed in unison, turned their heads and ran away.

On the hillside in the forest behind them, a black shadow riding on a war horse appeared silently. The guy was wearing a dark long hood, and his hand with black gauntlets was holding the reins, and the war horse didn't let out a sound. There was a sound, and he stood there, with two scarlet eyes like a monster in a nightmare.

Hehe...run! Run!

The black shadow riding on the horse clearly saw the six fleeing figures, but instead of chasing after him, he drew a huge black iron bow from behind with his backhand, and slowly shot the arrow from the death horse's back. He took out two pale bone arrows from his pouch and put them on the bowstring.

Whizzing

The two soldiers who were fleeing frantically were pierced through their chests by the howling bone arrows from behind. Between the flying flesh and blood, the huge force flew up with their bodies and nailed them to the trees in front of them.

This scene made other people's scalps tingle, and they rushed to the edge of the forest screaming and screaming, but the next moment, two more arrows flew out, nailing the two hapless people to the trees.

Only the luckiest guy rushed out of the forest. The moment he felt the sun again, he didn't even curse the scorching heat of the sun anymore. He dragged his wet crotch into the water and ran frantically towards the other side of the river. Don't forget to call out to your companions by the river:

Run! George, run! The monster is coming!

Honest George, who was guarding the other side of the river, hadn't figured out what his companion's cry meant. The next moment, he saw a black shadow rushing out of the forest as fast as a gust of wind. It was a man wearing a tattered black long hood. A knight, even under the scorching sun, still has an icy aura.

Under the shivering gaze of the honest man George, the dark war horse rushed into the river. The moment the horse's hooves touched the river, the flowing river was frozen, and the war horse seemed to be galloping on the water. George only saw that The black knight swung the cold sword in his hand, and the next moment, his companion's head rushed into the sky amidst the blood.

And the splashed blood was pulled by an invisible force in the air, and finally gathered into a blood ball before the eyes of the black knight, held in his hand, and threw it into the pocket of the horse's saddle.

Ah, human blood...so...delicious...

bass

The black knight's sharp sword drew a icy ray of light in the scorching sun, reaching from top to bottom in front of the frightened and paralyzed honest George. Got a little delirious.

Hold your head up...

The hoarse devil-like voice sounded in George's ears. He swallowed, raised his head with difficulty, and saw a pair of ice-blue eyes, and the pale, somewhat familiar face under the hood. Face.

Ah! You...I know you!

George pointed his finger at Tyrion on his horse, and he screamed:

You're the leader of the elves in this camp! I've met you, and you've traded fruit on our family's farm several times! Your name... your name is Tyrion! Isn't that right! Don't kill me... don't kill me I, I didn't intend to disturb your peace, it was the lieutenant who insisted on passing this road! It has nothing to do with me! Let me go! Please, let me go!

oh?

Tyrion tilted his head, and there was no emotion in his icy blue eyes. He looked at the young human in front of him, feeling no different from other human beings. He hesitated for a second, as if He was thinking, and just when Honest George thought he could escape, the sharp long sword that also exuded cold air slashed down.

Blood...splashed in all directions, until the moment the head fell to the ground, there was still a glimmer of illusory hope in his eyes.

Behind him, the silent undead warhorse turned its head and carried Tyrion across the frozen river again into the forest.

I'm sorry...but I don't remember anymore...

Ten minutes later, Lieutenant Drake with a livid face looked at the 6 neatly arranged corpses by the river, his gaze passed over the completely wiped out team, and finally stopped at the last headless corpse, The whole body of the corpse was drained of blood, and it looked like a horrible mummy.

And behind him, the cowardly and superstitious soldiers had huddled together, whispering together, even the scorching sun of the cage could not bring them a little warmth, it seemed that in this ominous land, Those ghosts who have died are really coming back for revenge.

Shut up! Shut up! Don't say anything!

The lieutenant yelled at the soldiers to stop their annoying whispers, and his eyes turned to the forest by the river, where the four bodies were all found, which meant that the murderer was probably hiding in it.

You! Go to the castle and report to Captain Skarlock!

Lieutenant Drake took off his helmet and exposed his bare scalp. He pointed at the soldiers around him and shouted loudly:

I now suspect that there are orc scouts in this forest. This corpse looks like the handwriting of those orc warlocks. Please ask the captain to send some more people over. Let's hunt it down before the sun goes down!

The soldiers led away, and the other captains boldly asked:

Lieutenant, are we really going?

Must go! You are all locals!

Lieutenant Drake snorted: If you don't go, once the orcs rush into the hills, think about what your family will do...

This sentence stopped the soldiers from arguing, and the lieutenant squatted down again. His fingers ran across the severed neck of Candide George, and the wound could still be felt under the scorching sun. A trace of cold, the blood is frozen.

This strange situation gave the lieutenant a bad feeling in his heart. He raised his head to look at the forest again, and the darkness floating in the forest had an ominous atmosphere.

This time, maybe it's not just the orc scouts... Maybe there are even more terrifying things.