Azeroth’s Death Track

The Twilight's Hammer, a secret organization that has been born in recent years.

In the dark world of Azeroth, the Twilight's Hammer is developing very rapidly. It is like many second-rate organizations with poor management and chaos. No matter what your status, whether it's a criminal, a villain, or even the most vile kind of scum, they welcome you to join their big family.

No one knows where the Twilight's Hammer headquarters is, or who the leader of this organization is, they seem to be everywhere, and any chaotic place has their contacts, these guys speak the warning of the end of the world , use exaggerated and illusory hell to scare those honest people, so as to spread their distorted beliefs, in short, this is an evil organization.

And in one of the most chaotic areas in the Eastern Continent, Blackrock Tower and Blackrock Abyss, they are also indispensable, and the most terrible thing is that these cultists seem to have reached some weird agreements with the Black Iron Emperor Thaurissan According to the agreement, the emperor allowed them to live and preach in Blackrock Depths, and according to some gossip, the reason why the Dark Iron Dwarves were able to quickly re-summon the phantom of the Balrog King was because of the help of the Twilight's Hammer.

The rumors are unbelievable, but nothing can be true. In short, the mysterious Twilight's Hammer has become an upstart force among the Dark Iron dwarves. Iron dwarves, with one purpose or another, joined this terrible organization.

The whispers of twilight are ringing in the ears of every ignorant person. As long as you sincerely dedicate your all to the unnamed master, you can share this gift with other brothers.

In a dark chamber somewhere in Blackrock Depths, members of the Twilight's Hammer gathered to listen to a sermon from the Twilight envoy, Ms. Gerstein, who, in a mysterious, furtive voice, said She said some weird words, and under her artificial voice, there was a hint of impatience hidden.

The so-called Special Envoy Twilight herself was one of the well-known bandit leaders in Alterac three months ago. At that time, she was in command of a dozen people under her command, and they were in the chaotic territory of Alterac like a duck to water. , life was very unhappy, but just after the reconstruction of the Arathor Empire, the Countess of Prestor dedicated the entire kingdom to the imperial family as the directly subordinate king. As a result, Lothar commanded powerful knights, and in just one Within a month, all the thieves and robber groups, big and small, were wiped out.

Under the rule of the Iron Fist Emperor, Alterac quickly restored order. In order to avoid the call of the gallows, Ms. Gerstein had to flee her homeland. By a certain coincidence, she joined the The Twilight's Hammer, but she did not regard this organization as her life's destination. People who live on the tip of the knife are always unwilling to be manipulated. She has been using the name of the Twilight's Hammer to try to establish A lot of wealth was searched in the city.

The curse of flesh and blood will eventually be removed, and every brother who believes in the master will be perfectly promoted in the glory of the twilight hour!

Gerstahn’s sermons are finally over. This behavior of reciting weird poems makes her feel creepy sometimes. What’s more terrible is that after memorizing these poems and occasionally falling asleep late at night, she actually really Some furtive whispers could be heard, which made the notorious interrogator Ms. Gerstein feel a kind of pressure. She told herself that she could not stay in this place for long.

But what should be done now still has to be done, the lady sighed, and walked among the believers with a pastor-like expression of compassion. Soon, she saw a man with his head bowed, sitting in the crowd, trembling A believer, that should be a Dark Iron Dwarf, and by the looks of it, he belongs to the very prestigious kind.

Brother, tell me, did you hear that voice?

The Twilight Envoy knelt down beside the trembling dwarf and asked in his softest voice:

Tell the others that you heard the voice of the master! Tell them the gift of the whispering voice to you.

The trembling dwarf raised his head, but what Gerstarn saw was a pair of gray and emotionless eyes. The former thief lady felt threatened. She stood up quickly and tried to retreat, but it was too late. The dead dwarf took out a bottle filled with green viscous liquid from his arms, held it up in his hands, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

I heard it! His Majesty's voice, Your Majesty allowed me to be a special envoy, let me inform you before the end...

boom

The undead dwarf slammed the bottle in his hand to the ground. The next moment, the rippling green liquid in the bottle was exposed to the air, and then swayed quickly. At the moment when the green mist enveloped the entire room, the undead The distorted voice of the dwarf also rang in the ears of the desperate Gerstahn:

Your Majesty said...hell, the gates of hell, are open!

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In the Eastern Barracks of Darkforge City, Black Iron Defense General Angefor struggled to support his body with his long sword, and staggered forward in the room filled with green gas. He is a powerful fighter, so in this sudden outbreak In disasters, he will last longer than those soldiers, but this does not seem to be happiness.

It just means that he has to suffer more to die.

Accompanied by deep and heavy breathing, the destructive green plague surged crazily in his body, like swallowing a sharp knife, cutting his internal organs and organs, making him change every second. become weaker.

An Gefu climbed up the stairs with difficulty. These green gases had their own weight, and they had not dissipated to a higher level. He sat on the relatively safe stairs and stared blankly at the barracks below. A total of 700 soldiers Among the elite soldiers, very few people escaped, and those painful corpses were scattered on the ground. Some of them clutched their necks tightly before they died, and some couldn't bear the pain and chose to kill themselves with their weapons. Self-destruct.

My God! My God! The Fire Demon King is here...

General Angover's eyes were blank. The disaster came too fast, without any warning. The soldier who sneaked into the barracks smashed the bottle in his hand when everyone was drunk. In the scorching environment, the liquid evaporated at an extremely fast speed. Before they could react, it flooded everyone like a tidal wave of fear.

General Angefor has never seen such a terrible poisonous gas, and the lethality it confers is unbelievably strong...

Your Majesty, I have to inform you, Your Majesty...

The general, who was extremely loyal to the Black Iron Emperor Thaurissan, stood up with difficulty and walked towards the exit of the barracks. He swung his long sword and slashed at the mechanism made of chains. After the tight chains were cut off, the closed The door of the hall opened, and a scorching wind blew across his black cheeks, allowing the general who had been injured by the poisonous gas to breathe the familiar air again.

But before he took another breath, a black battle ax slammed down on his head. Relying on his superb fighting intuition, the black iron dwarf blocked the blow with difficulty with the long sword in his hand, but the battle ax carried The terrifying force, like smashing a ball, threw his short body backwards fiercely.

boom

The general smashed against the wall, and then rolled to the ground in embarrassment. His weak body could no longer bear the blow. He opened his mouth, and a stream of blood mixed with green liquid sprayed out.

Angerfor raised his head with difficulty, and saw a tall figure in black armor walking into the hall with a tomahawk in his hand. The diffuse green mist wrapped around his body, but it seemed that it couldn't hurt him at all. It's an orc...a tall orc with green eyes, but the cold temperament wrapped around him, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an ordinary orc.

boom

Glokush stepped on General Black Iron's chest with his combat boots. He looked down at the dwarf with no emotion in his eyes, only a hint of indifference shining:

Sorry, but this is a personal vendetta.

Glokush said something, and the next moment, in Angfor's desperate eyes, the battle ax shining with the rune of the undead roared and slashed down, accompanied by convulsive pain, the wave of darkness in front of his eyes swept away the loyal black man. The iron dwarves were completely overwhelmed.

The death lord seemed to have done a trivial thing. He stretched out his hand and wiped the blood off the blade of the tomahawk on Angfor's body. Then he looked around. There were no more living soldiers in the camp. up.

Although the process is not very glorious, but you, you are the fighters we really need.

Grokush snorted, took out some materials from the backpack on his back, and began to set up the summoning circle. The corpses killed by the plague were basically intact, so the link of resting the body was omitted, and what he had to do now , is to drag the souls of these black iron dwarves back from the abyss of hell.

At the same time, in the city of Darkforge full of wailing and screaming, Tyrion and Myra walked silently on the road to the throne room. Behind them, any area with the military power of the Dark Iron Dwarf It has been filled with the plague created by Khadgar, and those frightened Black Iron civilians are running crazily on the road of Darkforge City, like a group of panicked beasts.

Tyrion did not spread the plague to the civilian areas in a frenzy, because the civilians were not the soldiers he needed, and the huge forging equipment in Darkforge City also needed some living people to maintain it. Most importantly, the Thorium Brotherhood took over After leaving Darkforge City, these black iron civilians will become his people.

In the creed of the Dark Blade Knights, life and death are a complete cycle, and Tyrion, as the leader, is not willing to take the initiative to break it.

Glockush went to the Eastern Barracks, and Lumi went to the Western Barracks. Soon, we will have an army of dwarves.

Myra whispered to Tyrion:

The Thorium Brotherhood set up a containment point in the Black Iron Bar. They promised us that they would weed out the faithful believers of the Fire Demon King, leaving only the non-believing Dark Iron dwarves, but I am curious, those who were eliminated How will civilians be dealt with?

A trace of coldness flashed in the blood lord's blood-red eyes:

Do you want to kill them all?

That would be such a waste, Myra.

Tyrion shook his head, and he looked at the road leading to the throne room with a scrutiny. This is a bridge built on hot magma. In the center of the bridge, there is an ancient forging platform, which is said to be black Treasures of the iron dwarves, many famous armors and weapons are made on this forging platform.

And when the two approached the forging platform, the protective magic was activated, and a huge, violent fire element appeared in front of their eyes, but before the servant of the Fire Demon King could yell out the slogan of blowing up the sky, Tyrion waved his hand, and the heavy and ferocious cold wind hit the fire element in front of him in a storm-gathering attitude with extreme coldness.

That irresistible force forcibly extinguished the burning body of the fire element, and it wailed, and the fiery red body was frozen in ice, like a work of art full of contradictions.

Dark Blade needs to develop and grow. We will have more and more soldiers, armor, weapons, and more advanced warfare modes. All of these need enough steel to be realized, and Black Rock Mountain is a very rich mineral production place... Those fanatics were thrown into the mine.

The Dark Blade King waved his hand, and said casually:

Work to death, or give up their beliefs, but maybe the belief of the Fire Demon King can give them the possibility of finding salvation in extreme pain, hehe, in short, I am looking forward to seeing that scene.

Myra shrugged:

But the character of the Dark Iron Dwarves determines that they will not be good slaves...

This sentence made Tyrion turn his head in doubt, and he looked at Myra:

Wait, in your perception, do slaves still disobey?

This rhetorical question made Myra speechless, but he also understood Tyrion's meaning... My cousin has been immersed in the dark for too long, when Aurelia is not by his side , his ruthless side will always be revealed clearly.

boom

In front of the two of them, a closed door was frantically pushed open, and the interrogator Gerstahn, covered in blood, struggled to climb out of the green misty hell, and she let out a laugh like a night owl , she turned over with difficulty, lying on the ground breathing heavily, but when she turned her head, she saw Tyrion standing beside her, looking at her calmly.

The Darkblade King squatted down, stretched out his hand to caress Gerstarn's pale and painful face, and took off the emblem representing the Twilight's Hammer around her neck. Tyrion shook his head, and said to Myra behind him:

Look, the Twilight's Hammer is here too, the city is beyond salvation...

As he spoke, his fingers touched Gustahn's neck. The severe cold of death made the interrogator tremble all over, and she begged for mercy with difficulty:

No! Please, let me go! Please...

Why do you refuse?

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth, and he whispered in the ear of the interrogator:

Isn't this the end you've been waiting for? The Twilight Trial you want, don't worry... I'll make it happen for you bit by bit. Now, let's get on the road safely, lunatics of the Twilight's Hammer.

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