Azeroth’s Death Track

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The scorching golden flames burned on the corpse, quickly evaporating all the liquid in the corpse, leaving only dry corpses. Reid Blackhand, who barely survived the first round of shelling, pushed away with difficulty. The corpse on his body, his whole body was burned, and the red war blade in his hand was melted by one third.

He shook his head, regaining consciousness from the dizziness of the fall and the impact. He lowered his head, and the commander Vaughn who was still complacent just now had turned into a mummy, but even so, there were still remnants of blood on his skinny cheeks. with a terrified expression.

Reid picked up a wooden stick from the ground. He turned his head and devoted all his energy to building a complete arsenal and those skilled orcs who were loyal to him. They were all destroyed. The disgusting smell accompanied the scorching air in this hall Echoing in the ruins of the ruins, Red raised his head and looked at the collapsed mountain wall in front of him. The sunlight of the Burning Plain shone from the melting mountain rocks into the dim Blackstone Tower, making Red become sluggish.

A few seconds later, he panted heavily, as if he was going crazy, and climbed up to the scorching ruins in front of him with hands and feet. He lay on the entrance of the cave that melted and shaped like glazed glass. From a height of hundreds of meters, he could see Looking at the Burning Plain in the distance below, at this height, the entire Burning Plain could faintly fall into his eyes.

And what did Chief Blackstone see?

He saw an entire silent legion, black, with broken-blade banners, quietly lined up on the ground below the Blackstone Tower, those death knights on horseback, those silent skeleton infantry, and those The huge monster standing on the ground, the black tide spreading to the end of his vision made him feel dizzy.

Reid swallowed hard. He raised his head and looked at the sky. In the boundless sky, the arakkoa he had seen in Draenor when he was a child were flapping their wings, covering the sky. How many arakkoa were there? fifty thousand? One hundred thousand? or more?

Even though he had imagined the scene he would face before going to war with the undead, until now, after witnessing the forces to which his father was loyal, Red still felt ashamed of his poor imagination...with At the same time, a strange emotion rose in his heart.

Humbled? fear?

No, neither!

Really, overreaching...

Red muttered to himself, he thought he could resist such a force. A few minutes ago, he thought that he could defeat the undead in one fell swoop and make his old father look at him with admiration, but now, he saw it.

This force that could make the world tremble...he saw it.

Reid stood on the edge of the completely broken mountain like a sluggish patient. He watched the undead below calibrate their cannons again. There seemed to be dozens of pale golden beams of light connecting the sky and the earth, and the crystals on the top of the cannons shone with dazzling light. The great chief knew that they were going to attack again.

The undead didn't even think about fighting the orcs. They wanted to use this cruel and spectacular way to directly destroy the entire Blackrock Tower.

buzzing

The golden light once again enveloped Red Blackhand's field of vision, forcing him to close his eyes. Even so, the scorching light like the sun still made his glasses rise, and that scorching sensation made Red give up. He couldn't resist such an attack, and he was even ready to die in battle, but after ten seconds, when the temperature returned to normal again, he opened his eyes, but only saw the rocks.

Red suddenly raised his head and looked at the swaying cave above, at the top of the Blackrock Tower, where the black dragons lived...

Black Dragon, that's their real goal...they don't take the orcs seriously...

A feeling of humiliation rose in Reid's heart. He clenched the wooden stick that was beginning to weather in his hand. The chief gritted his teeth and staggered as he ran through the earthquake-like tunnel. He was still unwilling to fail. He has one last fight.

At the same time, in the Blackrock Tower that was filled with chaos and fear, the silent beam of death caused the orcs to suffer from the enemy. After realizing that the other side of the fort had suffered a terrible attack, the orcs guarding the front line became heartbroken. Panic, and at this fatal moment, the dwarves launched an attack again, and this time, they used the skills of the dwarves to guard the house.

artillery!

Hundreds of cannons on carts were pushed out of Darkforge City, and the necromancer gunners arranged them on the periphery of the big circle steps below the Blackstone Tower, as well as those restored steel and stone puppets, They also appeared in the army of the undead. Seeing this scene, even the most courageous orcs realized that they had lost.

The lunatics on the opposite side were not afraid that the internal bombardment would crack the mountain and bury themselves in the ruins, while the living orcs were afraid of this bad ending, so after the first round of shelling, the spicy smell of gunpowder and the shaky rocks collapsed In the meantime, the orcs and trolls who were guarding the position dispersed in a rush.

The undead opened the passage to the Blackrock Tower with little effort, and at this time, all the order in the Blackrock Tower had collapsed.

boom

The door leading to the black dragon's lair on the upper floor of the Blackstone Tower was pushed open, and Red, who was covered in terrible burns all over his body, rushed into the Black Wing Lair with the last soldiers loyal to him. name.

And those black dragons and dragon people who are usually proud and unwilling to say a word to the orcs are also running in a hurry. The sun shines into the dark palace from between the stripped mountains. I saw a huge dragon man whose half of his body was melted.

He recognizes it.

Razorgore, the dragon general who is in charge of guarding the black dragon egg, is irritable, stupid and arrogant. Now it seems that this unlucky guy has bad luck. In the round of silent attack just now, he was directly pierced by the terrible sun rays body.

Under the silent fear, these proud dragons are no different from orcs. After seeing the weapons that can destroy their powerful bodies, the dragons will also be afraid, because they will also bleed.

Black Hand!

A rough voice sounded in front of the orc chief. Reid raised his head, and saw an adult black dragon flapping its wings and flying over quickly. This guy's huge body almost blocked the passage in front of him tightly. In the low palace, staring at the orcs in front of him with yellow snake eyes, it said loudly:

Come with me, the prince wants to see you!

Heishou nodded silently, stepped forward quickly, and climbed behind the back of the black dragon. His guards also wanted to follow, but the black dragon stopped him.

He's the only one! Everyone else go back! Otherwise, I'll eat you!

Throwing down the threat, the rude black dragon turned around in the palace with difficulty, flapped its wings, and flew towards the deepest part of the palace.

Blackwing Lair is a mysterious place. On a certain night 3 years ago, after Red Blackhand reached an agreement with the black dragon prince Nefarian who suddenly appeared, this palace that originally belonged to Chief Blackstone was Send to Nefarian, and in return, the black dragons will also give some experimental items to the orcs as weapons of war.

For example, those dragon beasts that lack wisdom are the defective products of Nefarian's biological experiments. Dragon beasts, which seem to be distorted creatures, are actually inferior species hatched from dragon eggs. After the unfertilized dragon eggs hatch, It is easy to grow into this kind of half-human, half-dragon creature, and only those dragon eggs that are really produced through male and female mating can grow into real giant dragons.

Beast-like dragon people and dragon beasts are born on the same principle, and in the social system of giant dragons, these defective products belong to servants.

The black hand rode on the back of the black dragon Filmer, and flew quickly in the transformed palace. In the darkness, he could vaguely see some pots placed in the corner, which were filled with green liquid and some dead people. The organs of giant dragons, or directly the corpses of young dragons, not only black dragons, but also the young dragons of other giant dragons.

This gloomy scene proves that the black dragon prince who likes to experiment is actually not an easy character to deal with. In fact, at some point, the black hand will feel that he is just a puppet, and the one who really controls the Blackstone Tower is the mysterious and The mighty prince.

wow

The black dragon Fermer let out a roar, and in the light of the transfiguration, it turned into a human with black hair and black pupils, while the black hand was thrown aside in embarrassment, in front of his eyes was an ancient throne, and the black dragon Prince Nefarian was sitting there, and the leaders of several other pure-blooded black dragons stood beside him.

Black Hand got up from the ground, trying to make his expression look submissive.

The undead really opened my eyes.

A magnetic voice sounded, and the Black Dragon Prince stood up from the throne. His current form was a noble human being, with perfectly combed hair attached to the top of his head, and his eyes were as blazing as his father's. Burning, his body is slender, wearing a gorgeous black robe, with a crown of flames on top of his head, and holding a scepter inlaid with dark red gemstones like dragon claws in his hand.

He is the son of Deathwing and the elder brother of the black dragon princess Onyxia. He is cruel, cunning, tolerant, scheming, and powerful. Therefore, after Deathwing disappeared mysteriously, he became the king of all black dragons as a matter of course.

Nefarian walked beside Blackhand, who wiped the dust off the orc chieftain's arm with his own hands, and whispered:

They used that weird sunlight weapon to destroy the lower layer of Blackwing Lair, but the upper layer is built on the top of Blackstone Mountain. There is no need to worry about them attacking here. It is safe here.

But it won't be safe forever, Lord of the Black Stone...

Red said this title very against his will, and the praise of the King of Black Stone made Nefarian narrow his eyes:

The King of the Black Stone? I like this title, but now is not the time to discuss it. The undead are coming menacingly. They obviously want to occupy this place. In fact, Black Stone Mountain is just a dispensable palace for me, but the problem is, Before I leave, I have some valuables to transfer...and I hope, valiant orc warrior, will buy me some time.

Although the voice was very gentle, the hidden strength and coldness inside made the Blackhand Chief grit his teeth:

We can't stop them, there are too many of them.

Black Hand's questioning seems to have been considered by the Black Dragon Prince. He waved his finger and said to Black Hand:

Of course I won't let you attack the army of the undead. I will provide you with a group of young dragons. With their help, you should be able to survive the initial attack...Don't worry, Mr. Chief, if necessary When the time comes, I will send my brave subordinates to help you.

After finishing speaking, the prince turned around and waved his hand:

Go, do what you have to do, chief, you are not willing to fail, I can feel...Left and right are just hiding for a while, looking for opportunities to fight back, don't worry, I have an excellent hiding place, just In Blackrock Spire, I will tell you that as long as you act fast enough, those undead will never find you!

Black Hand wanted to say something, but seeing the black dragon leaders around him staring at him dangerously, the orc took a hard breath, and finally turned and left.

Hmph, a coward who thinks he's a hero.

The black dragon Filmer watched with disdain for Black Hand to disappear at the end of the hall. A hint of cunning flashed in his pair of yellow snake pupils. He looked at his prince and asked in a low voice:

So, what should we do, Your Highness?

well...

Nefarian, who sat back on the throne, sighed somewhat disappointed. He looked towards the platform of the palace. Above the sky, the Screamer Legion had begun to move towards the top of the Blackrock Tower. Soon, these arakkoa would come from The skies launch a raid on Blackwing Lair.

I originally wanted to realize my ideal here, but now it seems that Blackrock Spire is also a troubled place.

Nefarian rubbed his chin, and after a while, he said to the other black dragon leaders:

Let's go separately, each of them will take some clansmen, leave from various directions, and meet in Stormwind City. I think that my proud sister will probably not refuse the help from the Prestor family, but I heard that she is in Stormwind City has achieved a very noble status, which is good, it is time for the Prestor family to rise again.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Black Dragon Prince:

It's time to serve the great human empire again. The Black Dragon Legion will return to the shadow of the empire... The undead are coming aggressively, and no one knows what they want, so it's better for us to keep a low profile for a while.

Tell Malorak, let him activate all the defense systems of the Blackwing Blood Ring, let him keep those orcs here when necessary, keep going, as long as possible... It's time to let that old immortal Dedicated to the glory of the Black Dragon Legion.