Azeroth’s Death Track

None of the 2,500 soldiers surrendered until the entire army was wiped out.

Tyrion flipped through the battle report, waved his finger lightly, and the crow who received the order slowly backed up a few steps. A moment later, the Screamer Legion roared into the sky. Under his leadership, he flew towards Lakeside Town.

If human soldiers were as tough as you, it would give me some headaches.

Tyrion put down the battle report and looked at Keeshan, who was held by the shoulders of two knights in front of him so as not to fall. This veteran persisted to the end just as he said. He was the only one among the 2,500 people who survived. Yes, his body was full of wounds, and Al didn't show mercy to him. Apparently, the high-ranking knight thought that showing mercy to such a hero was a humiliation to him.

Keeshan raised his head with difficulty, and only Tyrion's blurred figure could be seen in his blood-soaked eyes. With the last of his strength, he spat bloody saliva at the Dark Blade King.

This straightforward provocation did not make Tyrion angry at all. On the contrary, he stood up and looked at the human warrior in front of him with interest.

John J. Keeshan, I saw your past in your roster... B Company, I have heard of this unit. You participated in the SI:7 attack on Blackrock Spire at the end of World War II. The sabotage operation, and at the last moment, at the cost of reducing two-thirds of the staff, forcibly held back the Burning Blade clan, the most powerful fighting force among the orcs.

Tyrion walked behind Keeshan, he put his hand on the shoulder of the human warrior, and said softly:

You have spent your whole life on the battlefield, but it is a pity that your country only gave you war, and the war took away everything from you. When the war is over, you find that you actually have nothing. I am even more curious What's more, why are you here?

Hehe, easily forgetting the people who have protected you, easily forgetting the despair when life is left and the gratitude after being saved, this is human beings, no... this is the ugly commonality of all living people.

The voice of the Dark Blade King rang in Keeshan's ears:

So is justice really driving you? I'm curious.

Pooh!

Keeshan closed his eyes weakly: The appearance can't hide your heart, you are so ugly...you will only hide behind your soldiers, you bullying bastard!

Yeah, I'm a bully.

Tyrion walked up to Kishan, reached out and lifted Kishan's blood-stained head, and he forced the veteran to look at him, into his ice blue eyes.

But the world is full of people like me. Your soldiers are gone. Next is your town, your people. Tell me, what are you going to do?

Ahhh!

Keeshan didn't know where the power came from, and he struggled crazily again, like a dying beast, but was firmly held in place by the two knights. Tyrion watched this desperate performance, and finally, He coughed lightly:

Are you going to save them? Those who spurned you?

Keshan didn't answer, Tyrion turned around, poured a glass of bright red wine for Keshan in the tent, then motioned for the knights to let him go, and he handed the wine to Kishan who was lying weak on the ground , he said softly:

There are 120,000 civilians in Lakeside Town. They don't have weapons in their hands, and they don't have enough courage to defend. It's like defeating you. It will be easier for my soldiers to kill them, but I am willing to give a warrior like you a chance ...

The Dark Blade King sat on his temporary throne, shaking the wine glass in his hand, the dark red wine swirled in the glass, shining a different kind of light in the dim light in the tent.

Allegiance to me, Keeshan, I'll give your people 12 hours to flee...otherwise, you know.

Allegiance?

The veteran sneered. He crossed his legs with difficulty, sat in front of Tyrion, and wiped the blood on his face with his hand. The Dark Blade King handed over a well-made white handkerchief in good time, and Keeshan looked at it. Glancing at him, he took the handkerchief and asked in a low voice while wiping his face:

It should be easy for you to kill me and turn me into a monster like you. Why do you still ask for my opinion? Is this a kind of mercy for the loser?

No.

Tyrion shook his head and said seriously:

I just don't want to see a warrior with a broken soul. Wholeness is a noble virtue to the inevitable death.

12 hours?

Keeshan closed his eyes, and asked with a deadened heart:

Can you guarantee it?

The Dark Blade King smiled, and said to the El knight standing beside him:

Tell Crow and Lumi that the first round of attack will be postponed until 12 hours later, and let the screechers disperse the civilians, but if there are any resisters...

Tyrion glanced at Keeshan and said calmly:

kill!

Keeshan clenched his fists tightly. After being brought into the Necromancer Field, he saw with his own eyes the true power of the Dark Blade Knights, and those who made one's scalp feel numb at a glance, made of flesh and steel. The Colossus of War, perhaps as long as one end enters the battlefield, can completely destroy the defensive positions of Lakeside Town.

That is no longer a force that mortals can resist.

The El knight took the order to leave. Tyrion sat on the throne. He raised his legs and looked at the veteran in front of him. He crossed his fingers on his stomach, and stared at him with those ice blue eyes:

I've fulfilled my promise, now it's your turn, Warrior Keeshan.

last question!

Keishan let out a sigh of relief. He reached out and took off the red cloth strip on his forehead, and put it in his hand. He stared at the headband that had been worn for decades. The bright red cloth had faded a little. With him through all the wars, all the victories, and all the defeats.

The veteran raised his head and looked at the Dark Blade King:

Will you kill everyone in the Stormwind Kingdom? Civilians, children, and women?

An interesting question.

Tyrion moved his fingers. He thought for a moment, put his hands on his legs, and leaned forward slightly. He looked at Keeshan:

What I need is a warrior like you. Warriors are grown from soldiers, and soldiers are born from civilians. Civilians are not qualified soldiers. So to your question, I will say, no! You want to know how I will treat it Is this a kingdom that is about to be destroyed?

Keeshan nodded, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of the Dark Blade King's mouth:

But I can't tell you, soldier, because you are not yet my warrior, I can only reveal a little bit, civilians, they will live, maybe they will live better.

Keeshan got the answer he wanted, and he nodded numbly. After a while, he struggled to stand up, and the high-ranking knight standing beside him extended his hand to him. The veteran hesitated and held it tightly. took off the cold gauntlet.

I'm very hungry, I want to eat a big meal, preferably with some wine...

Tyrion flicked his fingers, and a high-ranking knight turned away. He looked at Keeshan, and Keeshan looked at him, both of them were waiting for something to happen.

After more than ten seconds, the veteran's clenched fist suddenly loosened, and the faded red headband fell to the ground, while his master leaned slightly towards the Dark Blade King.

I will fight for you, Your Majesty.

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The dead arakkoa who fell from the sky brought a cold storm to the edge of the lakeside town. The winged blade in the arakkoa's hand swung the soldier's head and lifted a soldier with a musket by the shoulder into the sky. A moment later, amidst the terrified screams, the dancing soldiers fell from a high altitude and hit the rocks in front of the position.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

This cruel way of death has greatly affected the morale of the soldiers, and such attacks will happen several times every minute. These arakkoa seem to be using this provocative way to try to irritate the human soldiers who are waiting in front of them .

And there were too many arakkoa in the sky, densely packed and almost covering the sky. If Tyrion hadn't delayed the attack, perhaps only one or two waves of attacks would be needed, and the position commanded by General Gore would be completely breached.

And the most terrible thing is that a huge undead ground force also appeared in the mountain stream not far from the human position. Those death knights riding skeleton horses were running in the mountains, and their horses were fixed behind their horses. The black Broken Blade Banner is the vanguard of death.

Judging from their movements, it is obvious that they are adjusting their army formation in every possible time, trying to encircle the only remaining human army in Red Ridge Mountain from three directions.

General Gore is also a veteran who participated in the orc war, but facing the situation in front of him, he couldn't think of an effective defensive method in his mind full of tactical methods.

The continuous firing machine gun on the steam tank might be able to form a barrage in the air, smashing those damned arakkoa into pieces, but at the beginning of the attack, the crow personally led the elite arakkoa assassins. Down, falling from the sky, destroyed those continuous fire guns made of steel.

Now facing the hunting of the arakkoa, the soldiers can only fight back with muskets and bows, which is very inefficient.

What the hell are these bird people doing?

Seeing that another soldier was caught into the sky, General Gore suddenly drew his pistol and fired a shot into the sky, venting his powerless anger.

He grabbed his helmet and threw it on the ground fiercely. He couldn't understand what these undead were doing. They seemed to be teasing these anxious soldiers. People are upset.

We should retreat to the stone castle, where the solid defenses can resist the attacks of these undead.

The combat staff around the general suggested:

They have enough power to destroy us, but they didn't do so. If the undead are not benevolent, it means that they must be planning something terrible.

Can't withdraw, at least not now.

General Gore turned his head and looked in the direction of the lakeside town behind the mountain wall. There, the huge town was being evacuated nervously. It would be a complicated process to completely evacuate 120,000 civilians into Elwynn Forest. The general's meaning was already very clear. , at least until the civilian population is completely evacuated, he and his soldiers will not leave.

Although he also understands very well that they guard here, except for reassuring the evacuated civilians, they have little effect.

Any news from Keeshan?

General Gore took a deep breath to calm his irritability. He turned his head to look at the staff officer beside him, who shook his head with an ugly expression.

Warriors have died for their country.

Gore clenched his fists, and his voice sounded in the next moment, yelling at the soldiers in a shouting manner:

But their spirits inspire us, their souls are watching us in the sky, and it's up to us, soldiers, relatives are behind us, even if we die here, it is to protect the people, this is the duty , is also where the glory lies!

Don't be intimidated by those dead people, hold your weapon tightly, I will stick with you until the last moment!

Let them see, they can't beat our bones!

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At the moment when General Gore's words fell, more than a dozen arakkoa flew down in the sky, which seemed to be a counterattack to Gore's rhetoric, but at the moment when those arakkoa rushed into the human position, A scorching holy light shone in the mountains to the west of the human position.

Like a fierce punch, the war hammer composed of holy light descended from the sky, wrapping the dead arakkoa caught off guard, and the undead were directly purified amidst the screams, while the ashes were scattered, one holding the purple crystal war hammer The tall draenei appeared on the rock.

Well said! Human!

Grand Vindicator Maraad leaned on his warhammer in the palm of his hand, and raised the flag behind his back with the other hand. The crystal heraldic shield battle flag representing the Draenei fluttered west of the human position, behind the Grand Vindicator , heavily armed draenei paladins and priests also appeared among the mountains.

In the name of the Prophet Velen, warriors of mankind, we will fight alongside you!

The garrison officer's strange human language sounded above the panicked human positions, and the arrival of powerful reinforcements also made the morale of the human beings wave rapidly, especially when the warm holy light of the draenei priests shone on their bodies, some The sincere believer soldiers even felt the meaning of the holy war.

But the arrival of the draenei made the commander of the screamers parading in the sky, the legendary assassin crow's dark eyes flash with anger, and the next moment, the crow's sharp voice sounded in the sky:

The enemy has started to fight back, and the game time is over! In the name of the Dark Blade King, kill them all, leaving no one behind!

On land, the death lord Luminas, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, unsheathed his black twin swords. The Hellfire Legion she commanded rushed down from the hillside like a flood that opened its gates.

Humans! Chattering is annoying! Now, speak with your sword!