Azeroth’s Death Track

The Anzi buried in the city was activated, as if sending out a signal for war.

When Nefarian's low roar, covered in frost, tore through the night of Stormwind City, the undead surrounded by the thick walls of Stormwind City also began to attack the city.

In the dark night, the pair of soul fires emitting pale light made the soldiers guarding the city wall seem to see the messenger of the doomsday. When the skeletons began to climb the city wall, the artillery placed on the city gate With a bang of fire, the thunderous shelling drove this noisy night into madness.

The Grand Lich Khadgar commanded the siege. He commanded the Dark Blade's legion with a cruel wisdom and a simple and direct way of thinking unique to mages. Unlike Tyrion, who likes to do a lot of useless things, Since Khadgar promised to capture Stormwind City for the King of the Dark Blade, he directly used the most powerful weapon of war of the Dark Blade when the siege battle began.

Colossus!

Although in the dark night, the sun cannon behind the colossus cannot be activated, but the colossus itself, with its powerful destructive power, is an excellent siege weapon.

The city wall of Stormwind City is 6 meters high. The three-story reinforced masonry is painted white, and the blue flag is flying above the sentry post on the city wall. From a distance, it can be called a mainland city, but when the Colossus Goron When they were manipulated to approach the city wall, the soldiers guarding the city wall saw in despair that these monsters of flesh and steel, driven by the undead, were actually much higher than the city wall when they stood up. .

They stood on the black sentry post, and when they looked up, they could see the ugly face of the Colossus Goron, the one-eyed blood-red light, and the eyes, which were as tall as an adult.

Aww

The predators at the top of the food chain in Draenor roared, venting the pain and anger brought by death on the city wall in front of them. The giants waved their sturdy arms and claws wrapped in steel, like angry children Like beating a toy, he swept across the city wall and swept the soldiers trying to fight back into the sky, then clenched his fists and slammed down on the solid city wall in front of him.

kuang

The low impact sound shook half of Stormwind City. The soldiers on the city wall panicked and avoided the fists like shells falling. Under the order of the roaring old marshal, they sent the artillery that had not been destroyed to the ground. Aiming at Gron's head, he lit the matchlock. With the sound of the cannon being fired, the old marshal Wen Desor leaned on his epee and stared at the crazy Gron in front of him.

boom

The scorching shells hit Goron's ugly head precisely, and the ignited gunpowder inside exploded like fireworks in the dark night. The hit Goron's skull made a low sound, and it shook. Falling to the ground, Xiao's entire face was torn apart by the explosion, looking extremely terrifying, but before the human defenders could cheer, the Goron got up tremblingly again.

Even the pale bones can be seen in the wound on its cheek, and even the ugly eye was also injured, but it seems that it doesn't feel pain at all. During the explosion of death energy, this attack The city behemoth raised its fist, and swept across the city wall in front of it, throwing all the soldiers and the gathered artillery off the city wall.

Marshal Windsor, who was lying on the ground, looked back. The bodies of the soldiers struggled weakly in the air, and then fell to the ground behind them, falling to pieces. This scene made the old marshal extremely sad and indignant.

He turned his head and straightened his body on the rampant wall of Gorons. His long gray hair danced in the night sky full of gunpowder smoke and blood. He couldn't figure out why the country he swore to defend would suffer such a bad luck. These undead have no vengeance at all!

A nameless fire blazed in the marshal's heart, making the soldier's breathing become heavy in this hellish battlefield. He raised the two-handed sword in his hand, the blood-stained blade His eyes reflected on his face, and in this dark night full of war, Windsor saw his end.

For the Empire!

He roared, just like when he was young, like when he was killing the orcs on the Burning Plains, the blood was rushing in his veins, and he had to vent this helpless pain.

He jumped up from the city wall that was about to be destroyed. In the burning of anger, he swung his two-handed sword and poured all his strength into this blow, just like the sword of punishment that fell from the sky, He stabbed the sharp epee precisely into the eye socket of the Goron in front of him.

The sharp blade pierced the blood-red one-eyed, like a red-hot needle, piercing straight into the brain of this giant beast, completely cutting off its remaining thinking and wisdom.

Aw!

Even a dead behemoth, suffering such a fatal injury, would feel the pain in the feeble soul. This goron went mad in an instant, its steel-wrapped fists danced wildly in the air, and Wen Marshal De Sol was like a leaf falling in the wind, holding on to the long sword in his hand, trying hard not to be thrown out by the giant beast's counterattack.

The moment the giant beast fell to the ground, the old marshal let go of his hands and jumped to the ground, but behind him, Death Gron's final counterattack, the fist wrapped in steel swung in the air, hitting the old marshal in the air Marshal, being hit on the back by a huge force made Windsor feel like a stone being thrown, and was slammed into the darkness in the distance.

boom

After a long fall, he hit a tree trunk in the forest outside Stormwind City. He fell to the ground. He tried to get up with difficulty, but his spine was shattered and he completely lost control of his body.

The old soldier lay in the cold night, letting the blood flow from the wound, the picture in front of his eyes had become blurred and dim, and he knew that his time was approaching.

And in the night around him, there are still endless undeads active. The old marshal can see that among the awakened corpses, there are also some corpses wearing Stormwind uniforms, which are in the East Valley battlefield. The soldiers who died on the road joined this death march.

Behind him, the towering, solid city wall has already made an overwhelmed sound under the heavy blow of the Grons, the bricks and stones fell, and cracks abounded. Maybe the next moment, the city wall that can protect the entire city will be destroyed by the undead. The irresistible force brought by them was completely destroyed.

And then...then the kingdom for which he gave his life and all, will be buried in the dead ruins of history.

Cough cough.

The old marshal coughed hard. He propped up his body with his aching arms, let himself lean against the blood-stained tree trunk, and tried his best to welcome the imminent death with a calm attitude.

The undead around found the living man, and they surrounded him. The old marshal subconsciously reached out to touch his waist, but there was no self-defense weapon there.

Back off!

A cold voice resounded in the dark night, and the undead surrounding him obediently moved out of the way. Windsor raised his head, and saw the orc death lord striding towards him with a black battle ax on his back.

The death knight in black armor with skeleton shoulder armor stood in front of him, reached out and took off his horned helmet, revealing the familiar face of Wen De Sole.

Ha, Saurfang!

The old marshal showed a difficult smile in pain, his beard, lips and teeth were stained red with blood, making his smile look hideous:

Are you here to laugh at me? You are defeated!

At His Majesty's order, I came here to look for you, Marshal Windsor.

There wasn't much emotion in Saurfang's eyes. The two had fought against each other more than once in the orc war, and each had their own victories. They could be regarded as real old opponents. He looked at the veteran struggling to clenched his fists in front of him. He didn't use a weapon. , but stretched out his hands, and in the struggle of Windsor, he carried this old opponent who was unable to move on his shoulders.

Under the silent gaze of the undead, the death lord strode away from the battlefield with the old marshal on his shoulders. He said softly:

You should go home, Reginald Windsor.

And at the moment when the Marshal finally stopped breathing, the walls of Stormwind City behind him also completely collapsed under the bombardment of the Death Grons, but the human defenders were still struggling in the ruins of bricks and stones, using all methods Trying to block the undead coming in full force.

It is like a flame washed by the tide, even if it is fleeting, it also proves that lifeless bricks and stones are not as strong as warriors.

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Aww

The Frost Dragon, transformed by Tyrion himself, soars in the sky of Stormwind City. Under its ravages, half of the buildings in the city have been covered in frost. Those civilians who failed to escape are considered lucky. , in this deadly low temperature, their departure did not feel too painful.

And the black dragons who temporarily reached a cooperation intention with the royal family of Stormwind carried the great knight Fordring and his paladins, and struggled to contain Nefarian, who became more powerful after death, and the bone dragons in the sky, in order to Ensure the evacuation of civilians to the port.

But the ships are simply not enough, not enough to send all the civilians out of this hell that is about to be overwhelmed by the undead. Even if Emperor Lothar personally took the last soldiers to fight the undead who swept into the city in the commercial area of ​​Stormwind, it would not change the situation. The inevitable end of the city.

Tyrion did not launch a general attack recklessly. He was like a hardworking spider. Before the real battle, he used conspiracy and sneaky actions to weave a web of death for Stormwind City. Before leaving, the fate of Stormwind City has actually been clearly arranged.

But such a strategy cannot be used many times. With the disaster of Stormwind ahead, the human nations in the northern border will inevitably become very vigilant, which means that in future conquests, there may be more than one inch The ultimate death fight of an inch of blood on the earth.

In this regard, the undead who are not afraid have an absolute advantage.

Take them away!

Stormwind Fortress has not yet recovered from the attack of Archbishop Twilight last time, and some broken bricks and stones make the king's palace look somewhat bleak. At this time, when the city is facing life and death, the rule of Stormwind City The 23-year-old King Varian Wrynn is sitting on his throne.

He is wearing the armor inherited from the King of Stormwind, which is black and blue intertwined, with a mighty battle armor dotted with black lion heads on his shoulders. He is leaning on a two-handed sword. Before his eyes, he is the most loyal royal steward Will Benton and the royal guards who swore loyalty to the king.

And in the arms of the butler, the 2-year-old little prince Anduin Wrynn slept soundly in his swaddling baby. Even on this night of destruction, nothing seemed to be able to stop the little prince from having a sweet dream. By the side of the butler, It was a movable hospital bed, on which lay the unconscious Queen Tiffany, the love of His Majesty Varian's life.

The king sitting on the throne looked at his son and wife with inseparable delicate eyes. He stood up and reached out to take the little prince. At this moment, the face of the young king was full of tenderness. Kissed on the forehead, then kissed the unconscious queen.

The next moment, the king gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, handed the prince to the loyal steward, and said to him:

Vil, I must send my son and wife safely to Lordaeron... to King Terenas, who raised me like a father, I believe, in the teaching of King Terenas Now, my son will also make a really good king.

But Your Majesty! Come with us, the people need your guidance, Prince Anduin also needs his father to be by his side, not here... meaningless battle to death!

The old butler was in tears, and the head of the guard beside the king also begged King Varian to leave in a low voice.

But the young king had already made up his mind. He listened to the voice in the night outside the fortress. It was the sound of war. He took a deep breath, put the lion helmet on his head, and said in a low voice:

I have made up my mind, I want to live and die with this city... This is the mission and duty of the king! Go, take away my last concern, let me be full of courage, and face the arrival of death without regret.

The king turned around and looked at his throne. Behind him, the stewards and guards finally turned and left to protect the bloodline inheritance of the Wrynn family, which is the loyalty engraved in the bones of all servants loyal to the royal family.

But just a moment later, the sound of the hospital bed moving on the ground sounded again, and the young king frowned. He turned around and angrily said:

I order you...

Behind the king, Tyrion was holding the little prince in his arms and pushing the queen's hospital bed. Dawn Blade looked at Varian who was fighting to the death with interest. Behind him, there were still hideous blood footprints. From the entrance of Stormwind Keep, it extends to the King's Hall.

The loyal royal guards roared and rushed towards the Dark Blade King who suddenly appeared, but the dark red death energy rose from under their feet, like black and red lightning, strangling their necks and lifting their suffocated bodies. To the mid-air, let them struggle powerlessly in the face of death.

In this dead and silent king's hall, the King of Dark Blade and King of Wrynn looked at each other. He stroked the hair of the little prince who was sleeping in his arms, and asked softly:

Who do you want to order? My little king...

Some brothers complained that there were many typos. Let me explain. When I saved manuscripts before, I had time to read them at least twice before publishing and correct typos. But now I don’t have to save manuscripts, so when time is tight, I It will be difficult to take care of this aspect, after all, 1W2 every day... This is not an easy job, and then, will there be an update in September? have! But I can’t be sure about the specific time, because there is a restriction on the 7th, so the time to add the update should be a certain day after the end of the restriction. If the update is added, it may be around Chapter 10. Understand, brothers, it is also very important to save manuscripts A painful thing. Hooray for understanding.