Azeroth’s Death Track

War is fun!

Commanding 500 high-level knights, 1,500 low-level knights, and tens of thousands of undead infantry, the death lord was galloping on the battlefield. He rode on a black horse and drew his bow leisurely. Trapped in the sea of ​​undead, the holy light shield around the struggling paladin was broken. The moment the paladin sensed the threat and turned around, the dark knight galloped past him,

The arc-shaped cold scimitar grazed his neck, his head flipped in the air, and finally landed on the blood-stained battlefield. At the moment when the paladin's vision dimmed, what he saw was being killed The human position completely submerged by the billowing sea of ​​undead.

This is not the frontal battlefield of the East Valley. In order to defend against the undead in the Twilight Forest, a human army is stationed by the river in the East Valley. While the frontal battlefield is being attacked, the flanking battlefield also ushered in its own opponents... Yusai The Auchindoun warband, commanded by Lunt Firewing.

Celent is not a lord who likes to charge head-on. Even after his death, he has inherited the nature of a ranger, and he likes to kill opponents quietly, and the high-ranking knights under his command have enough The wisdom commanded the lower knights to charge. On this small battlefield by the river, the human position was surrounded by undead several times their own, and they couldn't hold on for 30 minutes.

Especially after Serente personally carried out a successful assassination, when the human general guarding here was beheaded by him, the already low morale of the human soldiers fighting in the desperate situation completely collapsed.

Seeing the scattered soldiers fleeing in the ruins covered with frost and corpses, Celent threw aside the blood-stained head in his hand, and wiped his saber on the headless corpse, Said to the high-ranking knight behind him:

Drove them into the frontal battle...we'll come later, and hopefully humanity is ready for the enemy.

The same thing happened on other flanking battlefields. Tyrion separated the death lords under his command from the battle groups they commanded. In fact, only the two battle groups led by Tyrion personally attacked the human positions. , but even so, under the absolute numerical advantage, the humans on the frontal battlefield fought very hard.

Even if they only face 2 battle groups, their opponents have reached an astonishing 80,000 people...more than twice the number of humans, plus the Screamer Legion in the sky, it means that humans want to fight To win this battle, each soldier must kill at least three undead, and this is almost impossible.

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Surrounded by the undead, the Paladin Duke gritted his teeth and swung his epee, forcing Al back in front of him. In the head-on collision between the holy light and death, every weapon strike would cause Al's arms to be crushed. The strong holy light burns, even if there is death energy constantly repairing Al's body, but in the face of the world's top paladin, the high-level knight leader Al is still at a disadvantage.

In the knights' hedge just now, facing the loss of speed human knights, the death knights won a victory, but soon, the dispersed human knights began to flexibly disperse and fight, and facing the holy light offensive of the paladins, The 1,000 lower-level knights brought by Ayer also suffered casualties very quickly. The infantry in the human position had already started hand-to-hand combat with the undead who had been pushed away, and the steam tank, a steel creation, also rushed into the undead's position arbitrarily.

The battle situation began to become anxious. The roar of human beings and the silence of the undead formed a sharp contrast. The boundary between life and death has never been so obvious as expressed in this war. hell.

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The skeleton warhorse of El Knight was directly purified by the Holy Light Judgment of the Duke of Bolvar. Amidst the ashes scattered, the Paladin Duke, who was chasing after the victory, cut down the surrounding undead with a sword, and then swung a fist, in a condescending posture, ruthlessly It smashed hard on the black horned battle helmet of the Al knight, and the helmet flew out, revealing Al's skinny and dead face.

That face was covered with ugly scratches, it looked like a child's clumsy stick figure, but Bovar knew this face!

You! I know you!

The Holy Knight Duke shouted:

Jo Al! The bishop of Chaldea said you were dead! Died in the assassination of a cultist! You...how did you appear here?

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The muscles on Knight El's face trembled terribly, he clenched the black rune sword with both hands, and said in a harsh voice:

Then I guess he didn't tell you...

What?

The Duke frowned and asked, the next moment, a cold light shone on the epee of the El Knight, and the sharp sword swung down suddenly and slashed at the Paladin. An attack, but the horse under his crotch was not so lucky.

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Amidst the sound of the armor being torn, a terrible scar was cut on the neck of Bolvar's favorite horse. Amidst the frozen blood and the mourning of the horse, the indifferent voice of the El knight also reached the ear of the Duke.

You... will die here!

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The paladin, who was overturned by the fallen horse, rolled twice on the ground in embarrassment, avoiding Al's brutal attack. Bovar stood up, looking at the beloved horse that had lost its life, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes During the beating of the holy light, golden wings appeared behind the paladin, and the scorching holy light wrapped around his heavy sword like a waving pillar of fire.

You! Joe, I will purify your ugly soul!

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In the extreme anger of the paladin, those low-level undead near him were silently ignited, and when his long sword swung down, Al raised his sword to block, blocking the blade, but failed to block the howling down holy light The fire, that flame ignited the body of El Knight, representing the purest flame of holy light burning fiercely, the counterattack of the death energy in El Knight's body failed to extinguish it, but made it burn more intensely.

Ugly soul! This is what you deserve!

Looking at the death knight struggling in the flames of the holy light, Bolvar clenched the epee in his hand and took a step forward, trying to completely free the soul in front of him, but at this moment, the low and strange sound of the horse bell came through. The noisy battlefield reached Bovar's ears. He raised his head subconsciously, and saw the densely packed phalanx of dead spirits slowly split in front of him, and a slender figure walked towards him.

You, can't kill him!

A cold voice resounded on the battlefield, like a verdict:

For me and my career, every high-ranking knight is precious.

At the same time as the voice sounded, the Paladin Duke took a step forward without hearing it, raised his epee, and slashed at the burning body of Knight El. Obviously, he was unwilling to accept the guidance of this voice, but just now At this time, icy frost suddenly rolled around the paladin, and in Bovar's eyes wrapped in holy light, he even saw a snowflake falling from his eyes.

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The paladin's eyes went dark, as if he had been hit head-on by a siege engine, and he fell backwards. His wrist was in severe pain, as if his flesh and blood were about to be torn apart.

His body flipped in the air for a few weeks, and finally hit the undead infantry behind him, hitting several undead in a row, and finally fell to the ground. The paladin was panting. He raised his head and saw the strange The slender figure put the gauntlet on the shoulder of the burning El knight, and the scorching holy light flame desperately licked, but it couldn't ignite on that figure.

While he was venting his power, the surrounding battlefield ground was quickly frozen, and the dark red lightning bolts danced on his body. Soon, the flame of holy light that ignited the body of the El knight was forcibly extinguished, as if being extinguished. Like sparks thrown into ice water.

I said, you can't kill him!

The El knight who was rescued from the brink of purification was half-kneeling on the ground. The body of this high-ranking knight was severely damaged by the holy light. He may need a period of cultivation to recover.

And it wasn't until this time that Duke Bolvar saw clearly the figure involved in the battle, and when he appeared on the battlefield, those calm undead became crazy as if they had been injected with some kind of stimulant. The tide of undead, which had been firmly blocked from the position, began to roll forward crazily. The gray eyes of those undead infantrymen had turned into a strange dark red. In their increasingly crazy offensive, the human position was extremely compressed.

And the origin that caused all the troubles was standing in front of the Duke of Bolvar at this moment. The undead infantrymen who broke the calm around them and began to scream passed the two of them, but none of them dared to step into the battlefield between their king and their opponents. In this sea of ​​undead that began to surge forward again, a blank area appeared strangely.

Tyrion rarely put on his own battle armor today. It is an armor made of the source quality steel used by Deathwing to fix the body. It is a new battle armor completed by the high-ranking knight Thaurissan just yesterday. The whole body is dark, with neat patterns all over the body, engraved with skull carvings on the gauntlets, and artistic thorn flowers on both sides of the sturdy boots, which are Tyrion's favorite plants.

This armor is full of masculinity. The shoulder armor carved into the shape of a dragon stands on Tyrion's shoulders, looking like a waking death behemoth, while the scarlet cloak flutters behind the Dark Blade King. , the increasingly icy frost on the ground extended upwards, as if to set off the grand appearance of the king of the dead.

Instead of wearing a helmet, he wore a quaint, blue steel ring that looked like a crown of spikes. At this moment, he looked at the vigilant paladin with ice-blue eyes, Between the flicks of his wrist, the crescent-shaped magic blade hummed eagerly amidst the clatter of armor.

Obviously, Apocalypse is spying on this soul in front of him, it likes him!

Bolvar Fordragon.

Tyrion said in a calm voice: You will become my most trusted knight. The dark power you possess will subvert the entire human empire for me. There is no doubt that I have seen that future.

Don't think about it!

The Duke of Paladins turned his head slightly. Behind him, those paladins who were still resisting were completely surrounded. Under the order of Tyrion, the high-ranking knights mixed with the undead infantry started their own hunting. And those arakkoa assassins who fell silently from the sky, all of these announced the destruction of the Knights of the Stormwind Kingdom.

On the battlefield at this time, black has become the only color, and Bovar can see that the undead suddenly rushing out of the forest on both sides caught the human position off guard, like a reef stuck in the dark tide , Even the road to the final breakout was completely blocked.

These undead from the very beginning... are going to wipe them out...

In the epics sung by human beings, those heroes, no matter when, can punch firmly! Break the hopelessness of self and others...bring hope to the people.

Tyrion moved forward slowly with Apocalypse in his hands, doubts shining in his ice blue eyes:

But what I'm more curious about is, Bovar, as a hero, how can you defeat me in such a desperate situation?

It's easy!

The Duke of Bolvar knew that he could not have support, but in this desperate situation, his heart burst out with a sense of heroism. He wiped his heart, and hung a cold ring in the armor, That little beauty brought him endless courage and faith in guarding at this moment.

And the Holy Light, the source of power, seemed to hear this hymn of courage, and it burned more intensely on Bolvar's body, making the Holy Knight Duke look like an angel of Holy Light who came to the world .

Kill you! Kill you here!

Bovar swung his epee, and the blood-stained ground under his feet shattered. Amidst his roar, the holy light ignited a dazzling light curtain behind him.

Kill you here, and everything will... end!

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The epee, mixed with endless courage and determination, slashed at Tyrion's neck fiercely. The death knight shook his head. In the fiery offensive, he held the blade of Apocalypse with both hands, buzzing in the endless magic blade. Naruto, the huge death energy in the body poured out at this moment, and the wanton dancing darkness was like the sudden nightfall, covering up the light of the entire battlefield.

The soldiers fighting desperately in the sea of ​​undead raised their heads, and saw the dissipated darkness stretching its teeth and claws behind Tyrion, and the entangled dark red halo, like a dark giant that snuffed out all hope , at the moment when the power of light and darkness collided, everyone couldn't help closing their eyes.

The stinging pain made their souls sway endlessly, and some weak soldiers even lost their breath under the infection of darkness...

The flame of light in the darkness shone stubbornly, the sound of the clash of weapons, and the roar of the Duke resounded on the battlefield like thunder, but this inspiring light was swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit. Resist, but the surrounding darkness is like a cobweb getting tighter and tighter, until the last moment, when the fire of the holy light is compressed to the extreme.

The darkness suddenly dissipated, and the light shone on the battlefield again, but the blood of the warriors had become cold.

The disheveled Duke was leaning on a long sword, trying not to fall down. There were terrible wounds on his chest and abdomen. The dark red light was constantly entangled on the wound, preventing the holy light from healing it.

Unwilling to admit defeat, the Duke panted and looked at the Dark Blade King in front of him. The latter was as calm as when he appeared on the stage. He stretched out his hand and extinguished the holy light flame on his wrist. He tilted his head and watched as his eyes were torn apart. After taking off his armor, the Duke of Paladin, who was soaked in death, reached out and picked up the sigil of blasphemy hanging on his chest. He whispered:

There is nothing crueler than chasing impossible dreams in vain.

Bolvar Fordragon, today, here, I, Tyrion Dawnblade, grant you true...relief.