Azeroth’s Death Track

In the dark basement of the tavern in Lakeside Town, Keeshan, the former hero of Company B, turned into a drunkard, completely ignoring the persuasion of the mayor and Major Danforth. He has had enough of the war, and he has been heartbroken by the indifference of the people. .

Stop drinking! You bastard, stop drinking!

boom

The angry major stepped forward, snatched the wine bottle from Keeshan's hand, and smashed it on the ground. The smell of inferior ale immediately filled the terrible place, and Keeshan just looked at Danforth. With a glance, he put the coin in his hand impatiently into his pocket, picked up a worn red headband, stood up and was about to leave.

Don't make me beat you, Danforth, get out! Don't bother me again.

You are not like this, you shouldn't be like this! Keeshan, when you led us to attack the orc camp in the Burning Plains, you were not like this, everyone is missing you, bastard!

The major grabbed Keeshan's arm and shouted:

Menason, Carakle and I come to Lakeside every year to commemorate you, bastard, there are no bones of you in that cemetery, but we think a hero is buried there, look at you now, look at you now, Are you worthy of us? Are you worthy of those brothers who died on the Burning Plains? Company B is disbanded! Because we don't want anyone else to lead us! Bastard, you are our leader!

I'm not!

Keeshan shook off Danforth's hand, he took a step back, looked at his former comrades-in-arms, and said mockingly:

Look at me now, I'm dressed like a rat sleeping in a sewer! What has war given me? I've killed more orcs than those bastards ever saw, but what did they do to me? Tell me, Danforth , do you think I should endure all this?

On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, I managed 50 people, drove tanks, rode horses, drank the best rum, and was in charge of weapons and equipment exceeding 100,000 gold coins, but when I escaped from that hell with difficulty When I couldn't find a job to support my family! They called me a coward and spat at me from the very people I swore to protect! Am I a coward? Danforth, am I a coward?

you are not!

The major said with difficulty:

Everyone who has heard the story of Company B knows that you are not a coward, and I know that group of people broke your heart, but this is not the time to say this, the undead are coming! Keeshan, more terrible than orcs The enemy is coming, Nelson is dead, the old soldier who taught you to draw the bow and archery is dead, his body was hacked to pieces by the death knight, we need you.

Danforth clenched his fists:

Forget those fools who mocked you. If you don't stand up and fight, those undead will turn the place where you and I were born and raised into hell. You should go back to the battlefield! Bastard, I know you have been fighting for years Life is hard, you are tired and miserable, but that doesn't mean life is smooth sailing for each of us!

Oh, whatever you want.

Keeshan continued to walk out, but his fists were already clenched. Behind him, the major took a deep breath and called out to him:

Do you know? You were not bad back then, at least you still had a soul at that time... I will give you one last chance, the brother who was born and died with you is about to step into the battlefield, maybe this is the last time we meet, Do you want to leave? Abandon us? Abandon those brothers who have always trusted you and are willing to block knives for you?

I...

Keeshan stood at the entrance of the basement, his voice hoarse:

I need a reason to stay, can you give me one?

Reason? I'll give you a reason!

The major smashed his left fist on the breastplate and made a low sound. He looked at Keeshan and said in a deep voice:

veteran!

Keishan slowly turned his head and looked at his comrades in arms. He also clenched his left fist and put it on his chest:

Forever loyal!

Well, it seems that you haven't forgotten the slogan of Company B back then.

Mayor Solomon, who was watching all this, smiled:

So, Soldier John J. Keeshan, are you going back to the field?

Keeshan glanced at the old mayor, and while fastening the worn red headband on his forehead, he said softly:

I'm not protecting those scumbags who broke my heart this time, I'm just fulfilling my enlistment oath, that's all, and this is the last time, after that, I have nothing to do with you guys, Now I need my bow, my tactical dagger, and a meal to bring me back to life... Finally, Danforth!

Obey!

The major subconsciously stood up straight, like a soldier receiving an order.

I remember that the steam tanks used to fight the orcs are still stored in the stone castle...General Gore may have forgotten me, but it doesn't matter, I need two steam tanks, that's it.

Uh, I just heard someone talk about a big meal...

The last guy who was ignored, the big man who was knocked out by Keeshan shook his head and got up. He looked at Keeshan:

Would you like to treat me to a big meal?

Hey, Earl.

It was as if Keeshan, who had been reborn, walked up to the knocked down boxer and stretched out his hand to him:

I remember last time you said that you adore the heroes of Company B, you ever wanted to be a soldier but got brushed off by stupid recruiters because of the tattoos? Never mind...now, Grand Earl of Privates , would you like to go to the battlefield with me?

Your fists are heavy, bastard.

The tall boxer nicknamed the Big Earl was pulled up by Kishan. He patted the dust off his body and looked at the veteran in front of him:

You are better than me, so I am willing to follow you, boss...but now I am very hungry.

whoosh

Keeshan whistled and looked back at the mayor:

So a big meal for two! You pay, Lord Mayor.

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So, that bastard Keeshan is back? When we needed him most?

General Gore, who was ready to go in the stone castle, was riding on his horse, looking at the letter sent by the courier, frowning, and wrote his name on the combat order:

I'll give him the tank he asked for. I still remember that when he was fighting orcs, this lunatic didn't know anything but killing orcs... I hope he's just as strong at killing undead now.

Major Maynerson, Karakel, and Captain Jorgensen Cavaliers, you used to be Keeshan's subordinates. Now, I will transfer you back to his command and give you 2,500 people!

The general looked at the mages, warriors and paladins in front of him, stroked his beard, and said in a deep voice:

The front line of Molten Trail is handed over to you, and I will take the remaining soldiers to set up a defense line in Lakeside Town... Don't let me down, heroes of Company B!

Obey!

The three commanders looked at each other. After the general led the soldiers out of the stone castle, two steam tanks filled with oil, bullets and shells rumbled out of the warehouse of the stone castle.

These steel chariots were the weapons that the dwarves of Ironforge supported humans during the Second War of the Orcs. Of course, except for the veterans, the recruits simply couldn't handle this kind of big treasure that required certain skills to operate.

And when the steam tanks rumbled to the Molten Trail at the junction of the Redridge Mountains and the Burning Plains, the war there had already begun.

Under the leadership of the death knights, the boundless black undead surged from the barren land of the Burning Plain towards the Red Ridge Mountains like an unstoppable black tide. The narrow molten trail has been piled up by undead infantry Be strict.

On the other side of the trail, on the human battlefield, the bare-chested Keeshan wildly directed the soldiers to outflank the left and right sides, while he himself was holding a blue steel war bow, like the coldest and most precise war weapon Similarly, every time you shoot, a lower-level knight will be knocked off his horse.

The arrows soaked in holy water are extremely lethal to the undead. Although the wound pierced through the body is not enough to kill the lower-level knights, it can make them feel pain, and the undead commanded by the lower-level knights will also So disturbed.

In the melee between the living and the dead, the soldiers in the front row did not attack according to Kishan's request, but held super-large shields and formed a turtle formation in front of the battle line to keep the undead infantry out of the position. In the rear, the soldiers with muskets opened fire crazily. They did not have Keshan's superb shooting skills, but the bursts of muskets sounded one after another, coupled with the engineering grenades thrown from time to time, they could always blow up those soldiers. Vulnerable undead infantry.

Like a boulder before the tide, no matter how turbulent the black tide is, at least until the explosive strategic materials are used up, Keeshan doesn't need to worry about the front line being breached, and as a perennial defense against the Blackrock orcs. Well, Redridge never lacked for these explosives.

Boom boom boom

The familiar sound of the steam tank made Keeshan turn his head. He saw his old comrade standing above the tank and waving at him. The mage Menason was standing on the steam tank slowly moving forward, waving his staff. The next moment, A cold blizzard surged just above the undead tide.

The frost, snow and cold air that fell from the sky slowed down the movement of the undead, while Keishan rushed to the edge of the tank with some veterans. He jumped up in two steps, grasped the steam continuous firing machine gun on the top of the steam tank, kaka With two sounds, he skillfully connected the bullet belt to the weapon.

Hey Karakor, I know you're driving the tank!

Keeshan kicked the steel plate of the tank and shouted proudly: B Company! Rally! Jorgensen, let your knights follow us! We will take back the Molten Trail!

The captain of the paladin rode on a horse, waving a long sword, and raised his hand to his old comrades in arms. More than 20 paladins followed behind him. Amid the horrified shouts of the private earl, the steam tank that was slowly advancing seemed to have found In the ear-piercing roar of the super-powerful engine, this steel behemoth seemed to be angry, and crazily smashed away the undead in front of it, like a sharp sword, pulling out a gully in the tide .

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Keeshan, who was manipulating the continuous-firing machine gun, pulled the trigger, and the crazily inclined gunpowder bullets formed a shining band of light in front of the muzzle, like the sharpest sickle, killing all the undead wherever the tank went. smashed into pieces.

And his high-pitched shouts sound like he's dubbing machine-gun fire.

The tanks roared, the bullets swept across, and the paladins were filled with the power of the holy light. Under Keshan's crazy shouts, the entire human position was mobilized, and under the guidance of two steam tanks, the entire human position moved towards The undead army, which was hundreds of times larger than its own side, launched a countercharge.

Standing on top of the tank and wantonly sweeping across the enemy's hair, Keshan's old red headband is fluttering, and his eyes are shining with substantial anger. At this moment, Keshan's incomparable rage, he enjoys Looking at the battle at this time, this down-and-out veteran seemed like a fish in water, as if he had returned to the most familiar battlefield.

He is enjoying war, even though he says he hates war, but he is enjoying it! He is enjoying the destruction and death brought by his own hands...Many people are not afraid of death, what really scares them is survival...difficult survival.

War also changes soldiers, so that even after the war, they can't forget the horror, and when they go home, they find that home is gone, and everything has changed, and maybe... maybe they have changed.

The scorching wind blew on Kishan's face, and the rotting bloody smell of the undead made him a little sick, but looking at the fragmented corpses of the undead behind him, a strange joy flashed in Kishan's eyes.

This kind of wind gives me the feeling that it is war! This is real life!

Bros!

With the help of the Grand Earl, Keeshan slammed another box of bullets into the socket of the hot machine gun. While waiting for the weapon to cool down, he grabbed the war bow at hand and majestically drew the bowstring above the tank. He shouted:

Let's, today... let's start a killing spree!

Behind him, the sound of the morale-struck human soldiers hitting their shields with their weapons responded, and the paladins sang the hymns on the battlefield. It couldn't be more scary.

Who is that? We don't seem to have seen him. He shouldn't be a small person... He reminds me of those humans who dedicated their lives to the mission in the Burning Plains.

At the end of the battle line, Tyrion was riding on a horse. He looked curiously at the human soldiers who were smashing the undead's offensive in front of the battle line. A human warrior like a god of slaughter, he whispered to Khadgar behind him:

But it doesn't matter. Seeing his heroic fighting posture, I have already started to like him.

Yeah, who doesn't like warriors?

The Grand Lich closed the book in his hand, raised his head, glanced at Keeshan's direction, and then responded softly:

Without a doubt, he's the kind of ... warrior you need.

By the way, I forgot to mention that Keeshan’s background was originally set to be a veteran of the Third World War, and here it is moved to the Second World War ahead of time... Don’t spray me because of this~ This change is made for him to appear on the scene Opportunity, in my opinion, Keeshan should be regarded as one of the best NPCs shaped by WOW after the catastrophe task system was reworked.