Azeroth’s Death Track

Stormwind is over.

Stormwind Kingdom is over.

The blood-soaked human emperor Lothar stood on the deck of the Kul Tiras fleet, holding on to the side of the ship, looking at the crying civilians on the pier, his eyes full of pain.

Come on, save some more people! I beg you, save some more!

Duhan, the sheriff of the town of Gold, almost knelt on the deck, begging the Kul Tiran sailors who pulled up the hanging ladder, and the old boatswain who was prayed to was almost crazy, and he pointed at the The deck, already crowded, shouted to those who begged him:

It can't be loaded anymore, the ship is already overloaded, and if we load more people, we will not be able to sail to this port at all!

But they, what are they going to do!

Veteran Duhan looked desperately at the crowding and crying civilians on the pier. Some people who were crushed by fear even jumped into the icy water frantically and swam towards the ships that were slowly leaving the port. Ships, each packed with men, should have set sail the moment Stormwind's defenses were broken, but they've dragged so hard until now.

Can't stay any longer!

The death arakkoans have already begun to hover over the pier, and those cunning dregs may attack these ships full of people at any time, and once their masts are destroyed, these ships full of people can only become the most pathetic target.

Help us. Save us! God! Save us, please!

Crowded people on the pier saw the ships sailing away from the port, and their despair prompted them to move forward frantically. Those civilians who had been squeezed to the edge roared helplessly, but were pushed into the icy water one by one, and even Some children struggled feebly in the icy water.

The fear of death exposes the darkness of human nature at this moment.

And this scene also fell into the eyes of Tyrion. He sat on his death raven, in the dark sky of Stormwind City, like a ruthless sculpture, watching the disaster at the port spread more and more terrifying .

Dispel them!

Tyrion said softly:

Rescue those children from the water, kill those scumbags who made trouble, and hang them on the pier.

Yes, Your Majesty.

The crow, the arakkoa commander hovering beside the death raven, led the order. The next moment, the death arakkoa hovering in the sky received an order. Amidst the terrified screams of the civilians, those dark arakkoa descended from the sky, but came out Unexpectedly, they did not attack the chaotic civilians, but hovered above the water, grabbed those who were about to drown out of the water with their claws, and threw them on the empty street behind the pier.

The death knights, on the other hand, harnessed their war horses and drove the undead infantry into the crowd brutally. The undead infantry, who only knew how to accept orders passively, hit the irrational civilians with the back of their bone knives and drove the crowded The people who were together were separated, and those scumbags who did not hesitate to hurt others in order to survive were mercilessly hacked to death.

The dripping blood and the death in sight forced the chaotic crowd to quiet down very quickly.

Especially after realizing that these ferocious undead will not kill them immediately, many people choose to obey, but you can't blame them, they are just civilians, unarmed, they will feel fear when they see the lowest level of skeletons, how do you Can they fight against the Dark Blade Legion that defeated the Stormwind Kingdom?

Lothar!

Tyrion's voice resounded in the dark night. The tired human emperor turned his head and saw the image of the Dark Blade King floating on the sea. Amidst the angry gazes, roars, and curses of the entire ship, the latter Without changing his expression, he said to him in a tone of greeting between friends:

Medivh tried to let you change the fate of this world. He gave you a sacred mission, but you see, I won the first round.

Enjoy your victory, Tyrion.

Lothar no longer had the energy to bicker with Tyrion, he just said in a deep voice:

The Holy Arathor Empire will take back Stormwind City, just like we once did. Soon, our army will come in full force and crush you and your evil army!

Oh, that counts as a challenge?

Tyrion snorted:

Then I accept, Lothar, I am waiting for your army. Of course, if you are not fast enough, maybe the battlefield where we will fight can only be placed on the Arathi Highlands.

I came to see you, not to tell you that everything is over, Lothar, what I want to tell you is that this is just the beginning.

I will bury you and your empire in history with my own hands. You dregs who should have been eliminated long ago! You have no qualifications, no power, and no ability to rule the land under your feet. Your existence will only make this The world is ashamed...

Keep this in mind, Lothar, the wheels of life and death have begun to roll, and this endless war will not end until one side is completely down, and you will face the judgment of the heroes of past history , you will face the questioning of your ancestors... I hope that by that time, you can still speak so impassionedly.

The Dark Blade King seemed tired of communicating, he waved his hand, and the image above the sea slowly disappeared.

Hehe, the wars, those that have passed, those that have not yet started, and those that are ongoing, have changed and ended this world. Now I call it... the new world.

At the moment when the dark figure of the Dark Blade King dissipated, the deepest dark sky was also dispelled by the light wheel jumping out of the sea at this moment. A new day, a new dawn has arrived, and it once again shines warm sunshine on every day. A person's body is like yesterday, but after a hellish night, everything is different.

A muffled sob sounded on the deck of this seriously overloaded fleet. Some old men who had experienced the Second World War hugged their relatives and snuggled up on the deck, and they sang old songs.

It was a story about the ancestors of Stormwind who had just arrived in this wild land, but now, under such circumstances, this supposedly glorious ballad has become so sad. On the rough sea, This lament of the Storm Kingdom slowly dissipated in the air, as if pouring out endless sorrow and despair into the sea.

However, having seen the ocean where endless civilizations are born and collapsed, this...is not of interest.

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There is only one area in the entire Stormwind Kingdom that is not threatened by the undead.

That was the Western Wilderness, which was in chaos before the outbreak of the Undead War. This once fertile land had been completely disturbed by the smoke of the war. It directly led to the weakening of the advantage of the Kingdom Army, which had an absolute advantage over the Defias Brotherhood.

The news of the failure of the Battle of East Valley has also greatly affected the morale of the soldiers, especially after knowing that the undead have threatened Stormwind City, the soldiers here have no intention of fighting, because their relatives and families have also been placed in the Under the threat of the undead.

Stormwind City has been breached!

At dawn, a disastrous news reached the army camp in Westfall, and Sentinel Hill Outpost was thrown into complete chaos.

Some soldiers who were worried about their relatives shouted and wanted to counterattack and return to Stormwind City, while others advocated stationing in place to prevent the attack of the undead. Everyone was arguing endlessly, and even the management of the army became chaotic. The army in Westfall is managed by General Maxwell of Westspring Fortress, and Paladin Captain Gryan Stallman, who followed Grand Knight Fording back from Northern Borderlands. Served in the Knights of the Silver Hand in Xinjiang.

As for General Maxwell, this is a real veteran who fought against the orcs with Marshal Windsor back then. He is also one of the most experienced veterans in the Stormwind Army. Without disturbing his thinking, he ordered the soldiers to return to the barracks and prepare to fight, but he did not say who to fight against.

Don't get me wrong, General Maxwell is not an agent of the dead, but he knows very well that even though Stormwind City was attacked, the army of Westfall was not recalled. This in itself represents that his old superior, Reginald Wen Marshal De Sol's concern, although he didn't express it explicitly, was evident that on the eve of the fall of Stormwind City, the old marshal quietly saved the last fighting force for his defeated kingdom.

This kind of heavy responsibility made General Maxwell feel difficult. He was not afraid of death, but he was also at a loss in the face of the current situation, and most importantly, how the undead would treat them next was a question worth thinking about.

General! Someone wants to see you!

Paladin captain Grian Stolman walked into the general's office, he said with a strange expression:

It's Edwin VanCleef...he's just outside Sentinel Hill, with his guards, and he claims that he wants to talk to you about the last hope of preserving the Kingdom of Stormwind.

That bandit leader wants to persuade me to surrender?

General Maxwell sneered. He was about to order Van Cleef to be captured alive, but he hesitated for a moment. In the end, he said to the Stallman paladin:

Don't disturb the others, go out with me, and let us see what kind of medicine is sold in Van Cleef's gourd.

Ten minutes later, a disguised general and paladin captain appeared on the hill outside Sentinel Ridge. Opposite them were Van Cleef in a decent black dress, and several leaders of the Defias Brotherhood. It is these guys who have caused a lot of trouble for the army stationed in the western wilderness in the past period of time.

They proved that they are not a bunch of rabble.

You invited me here to assassinate me? Van Cleef, it's like you assassinated Major Sunder! Despicable bastard!

General Maxwell cursed, but Van Cleef was not angry because of this, he said slowly:

Major Sunder ordered the deportation of innocent farmers who had nothing to do with our war, and attempted to occupy their farms, and killed him not because of the war, but because of the pleas of those victims... You understand, General, in In this war, you are not representing justice...but I am not here today to talk about these things with you.

Oh? Why is that?

Maxwell snorted coldly: Sacrificing our heads for your undead master, wouldn't it allow you to gain a higher status after betraying the people and the country?

I don't need any of that! I don't need to claim credit for my fellow countrymen's heads.

Van Rikov said calmly:

His Majesty Tyrion promised that after his undead destroyed the entire Kingdom of Stormwind, the Defias Brotherhood would run the land... You know you want to call me the dirtiest thing, but General! I Like you, shed blood for this country on the Burning Plains, for the sake of past comrades, please listen to me patiently.

Ha, then should I call you His Majesty Van Cleef? You disgusting traitor! Begging dog! Wild dog! Garbage! Rat!

The middle-aged general couldn't restrain his anger, he waved his hands and cursed, but the next moment, he was interrupted by Van Cleef's raised voice.

I don't trust him! I don't trust those undead! That's why I need you!

What did you say?

Captain Grian Stoane, standing behind the general, widened his eyes. The paladin looked suspiciously at Van Cleef in front of him, and asked:

What the hell do you mean?

Van Cleef looked around, closed his eyes and sensed his surroundings with his own ability. After confirming that there was no hidden secret conversation, he waved his hand, and the heavily armed leaders behind him stepped aside obediently, clenched their weapons, He looked around vigilantly.

As for Van Cleef himself, he walked towards the general and the paladin. The moment he approached, the general's eyes flashed with a gleam. He grabbed Van Cleef, drew out his long sword, and pressed it against Van Cleef's neck.

I should kill you now and let those undead see what we think.

Unmoved by this threat, Van Cleef glanced at Maxwell, and whispered:

Then kill, kill me, you will lose the only administrator who is willing to give everything for this land and those terrified civilians, and my death will also declare that the last lone army in this kingdom is the only one who can save himself Chance!

As I said, General, I trust my compatriots more than the undead, and I need you more than ever.