Azeroth’s Death Track

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Thaurissan laughed loudly. He smashed the hammer in his hand to the ground, and said in a low voice:

My wife Moira, she still has my son in her belly, she is now in Ironforge, I don't know what order Tyrion gave you, but I can probably guess, what I want is simple ...Let her go! Send her safely to Eagle's Nest Mountain, as long as you nod, I will lend you 30 black iron drilling machines temporarily!

Thaurissan was wearing a full-face helmet, and he couldn't see even a trace of his expression, but Glokush could still feel the anxiety and desire of the black iron dwarf in front of him. Extreme emotions too.

But the orc didn't immediately agree, but instead asked:

You should know that even if you don't come to me, I won't kill women and children at will... Your Majesty doesn't like that kind of meaningless killing.

Don't mention Tyrion!

Thaurissan's tone was filled with disgust:

I don't trust that bastard!

Then you trust me?

Glokush snorted: You know, more people died at my hands than Tyrion's...

I trust you, because I heard the conversation between you and your son in the ruins of Blackrock Spire...Red Blackhand, the chieftain who should have died, was sent back to Draenor by you, and his Paralyzed brother...you are a dead body like me, but you also have something to worry about, you and I have soft corners in our hearts, but the others... phew, they don't!

Thaurissan waved his hammer anxiously, staring at Glokush:

I don't want my Moira to live under Tyrion's gaze. Their mother and child should be free, and I have already paid the price! So, do you agree or not?

Actually, in fact, every death lord has soft corners in his heart, including Tyrion...you just don't see it, Thaurissan, I will promise you, but I also hope...you don't This system has lost confidence, you have to know that Tyrion's choice of death lord is not just based on strength.

I don't care! I don't want to serve him either!

Thaurissan turned away with a grinning grin, his growling voice echoing in the darkness:

You helped me, you're my friend, but remember, Glokush, I'm one of you, that's right, but don't ever expect me to help anyone else... if given the chance , I will pull you to die together!

Seeing the back of Thaurissan leaving, the old orc frowned, but soon, his face returned to his usual indifference. He turned his head and looked at the passages behind him that were quickly widened by Gron and the orcs. said:

You don't understand yet, but it doesn't matter, one day, you will understand.

The steadiest hope is always born in the darkest despair, and our cause...is righteous.

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The dwarven steam tank troops will be the vanguard! I will lead the human knights to outflank the left flank, and the elf rangers will be the mobile force. In addition, Master Rommath, when necessary, I need you to use a large and clean teleportation technique to send We sent them into the enemy's ... stronghold.

While arranging the armor and weapons, Danas said to the commanders around him:

This is not suicide, everyone. The soldiers who escaped from Stormwind City gave us a new tactical idea. Today's battle is used to verify this idea. Compared with the number of people? We must be at a disadvantage, but we and the undead The only difference is that we can think, but those lower-level undead can't, they are like puppets being manipulated!

swish

The sharp long sword sliced ​​through the air, making a whistling sound. Danas raised his head and looked at the falling snow in the distant valley sky. He took a deep breath. In the icy environment, the white mist drifted in the air with.

Cut out the brains that command them, and they'll be in chaos...that's our chance!

Well, the typical beheading tactic is indeed very suitable in this case.

Elven Archmage Rommath stretched out his hand to brush his long hair. The Archmage robe he was wearing looked like a phoenix fire against the white snow. He leaned on the gorgeous staff in his hand and pointed at Danas. nodded:

Of course, I will act with you. In addition, I want to know, who will be the sharp knife that pierces the heart of the undead?

I!

A deep voice sounded behind the crowd. King Magni turned his head and saw a tall knight walking out of the barracks behind him. He was wearing silver-white armor and carrying a heavy burden blessed by the Holy Light. Warhammer, with a full-face helmet, and a pair of suggested blue eyes can be seen between the cracks in the Y-shaped helmet.

As he moved forward, runes of the Holy Light danced on his armor, showing the paladin's strong affinity with the Holy Light.

Upon seeing him, King Magni let out an exclamation:

Above the forge! Dathrohan, why are you here?

And me, brother.

In the barracks behind the first-generation great knight Saidan Dathrohan, a short man in full armor jumped out. He was wearing bronze armor, holding a battle hammer and battle ax, and had a golden beard. The most capable dwarf warrior in Forge...King Magni's younger brother, Muradin Bronzebeard.

I'm sorry we hid it from you, His Majesty Magni.

The great knight said to everyone in a deep voice:

The disaster in Stormwind City taught us a lot. No one knows if there are spies serving the undead in Ironforge. Those who are dissatisfied with the existing order will always be attracted by pure malice, so we must Keep a low profile.

Everyone nodded, expressing their understanding. Everyone knows what happened to the Stormwind Kingdom. More than half of the reason is because the undead attacking are really powerful, but the other half is because Tyrion compiled a plan in Stormwind City in advance. There are too many nets. In fact, the night the city was broken was just the final blow, and the camel of the Stormwind Kingdom was overwhelmed by Tyrion's endless plots long before it was attacked.

Dathrohan and I will take the paladins of the Silver Hand and follow General Danas to execute the beheading tactics.

Muradin put his heavy battle ax on the table in front of him, took out a jug, poured wine into his mouth, wiped his beard, and said boldly:

No matter who is hiding in that fortress, we will kill him without mercy. If you dare to covet our Iron Forge, you must pay the price!

Well said, brother!

The dwarf king looked at the commanders who were full of fighting spirit in front of him. In the camp of the dwarven town of Karanos, he looked back at Ironforge like a silent giant in the snow-capped mountains. The most powerful warrior of the dwarves had already They boarded the chariots one after another, the Griffon Knights took off continuously, and the aircraft driven by the dwarves, the roar of machines and weapons, and the scorching smell of hot oil all filled King Magni with pride and courage.

No one can defeat us in our land...for Khaz Modan!

He roared and raised his golden hammer, and behind him, the dwarf soldiers shouted in unison:

For Khaz Modan!

The dwarf king took his golden goblet, drank it down, and jumped onto the steam tank decorated with ram's heads, his warhammer pointed due south:

Dwarves, follow me to meet the enemy and move forward!

Boom

The scene of nearly a hundred steam tanks starting together is shocking. When the black smoke of oil burning floats in the sky of the snow-capped mountains, the bell that is about to start the battle that will determine the ownership of the land under their feet is finally heard by the dwarves. ring.

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The dwarves set off, and with them came men and elves.

Yrel stood in the hall of the undead fortress, reporting the battle situation to the slender figure sitting in front of him:

They mobilized the entire army that Dun Morogh could mobilize. It seems that they intend to wipe out this camp in one fell swoop, and then focus on the battlefield in the barren land.

Well, a very decisive strategy. I haven't fought against Magni. I don't know if this strategy came from his hands, but there is no doubt that it fits the temper of the dwarves.

Tyrion flipped through a letter in the dim light of the fire, and the childish blessings of the children were written on the letter paper in the crooked Salas language. This is the letter that the crow just brought him from Draenor, from there how many kids.

Look, Dornan told me that Anduin is beginning to love his new home, and her gentle Aunt Tiffany, who adores her... Children's happiness is always so simple, Yrel, these Humans and dwarves were once children, you say, why do innocent and lovely children become so stubborn, so irritable, so... stupid when they grow up?

Yrel thought for a while and replied:

They lack the right guidance, and I think that's probably why.

Well, it makes sense.

Tyrion nodded, folded the letter paper in his hand, and handed it to the candle near him, watching it being lit by the flame, the flame quickly licked the letter paper in Tyrion's hand until the flame burned to his chest. Fingertips, then doused by the cold.

When the last ashes were also scattered on the ground, Tyrion stood up, moved his shoulders, and let Yrel wrap him with a scarlet cloak, and the shoulder armor of the dark monster, and finally the blue colored crown of thorns.

I always spend a lot of time immersed in this soft emotion that living people have, and sometimes, it makes me forget that I am a dead person, that I lack emotions, and I should also lack emotions.

Tyrion walked up the stairs of the fortress step by step. At the end of the stairs was a throne made of ice. He sat on it, looking at Yrel below, and Rogelio and the crow who arrived at an unknown time. , he whispered to his subordinates:

To always surround yourself with soft things is not to live, it is to die.

One day, these soft things will climb up from your back, grab your throat like devil's claws, and let you suffocate to death... But fortunately, we are already dead, and we will not die again Died once.

I know, Lumi, there are still many people complaining, we can completely run over with our irresistible numerical advantage, and let our dark empire be established on this land, with blood and bones as the foundation, I know , The method I am using now is very unwise, I always indulge the enemy again and again, and I always try to stop it again and again.

Tyrion said to the three high-level undead in front of him as if he was talking heart-to-heart:

But it's fun, isn't it?

Look, watching our enemies bleed...it's like a tug of war, and we know they're losing.

But that's not the point. The point is that you are all death lords I personally selected. You should understand what I want to do, what we want to do...the righteous, great things that must be done by someone , We never came here to destroy this world.”

In the ice-blue eyes of the Dark Blade King, there was a hint of darkness, and he continued:

When encountering a little trouble, many living beings will say that they have had enough! They have never experienced despair, and they have not experienced bitter despair. How can they experience the sweetness of hope! They are wrong, and they are wrong. I , and now that I'm sitting here, I'm the one who can decide if they've had enough!

My lords, it's time to wake up the self-important living, and tell them who we are.

Tyrion was sitting on the throne, his eyes suddenly raised, looking outside the dim fortress, he seemed to hear some kind of voice:

They are coming, I heard the cry of killing, I heard the rhythm of war...Don't worry, let them enjoy the sweet victory first...

The Dark Blade King stretched out his fingers and made a silence gesture to the lords in front of him:

We'll wait here for them...quietly, don't make a sound...

Give them a...surprise!