Azeroth’s Death Track

The armies of humans and elves are withdrawing towards the south gate post, and the undead are chasing them.

Before the griffin stopped, Kurdran Wildhammer, who commanded all the griffin riders of Wildhammer and Bronzebeard, jumped off the saddle of the griffin and ran to King Magni Bronzebeard, say aloud to him:

I sent Griffon Knights to guide them, but Ironforge, what happened to Ironforge?

Bad.

King Magni had long since lost the ambition he had when he set out. At this time, the dwarven town of Karanos was already crowded with dwarven refugees who had escaped from Ironforge. They gathered together silently under the guard of soldiers. At the same time, some women were still immersed in the previous disasters, holding their children or husbands and crying. As long as the king looked back, he could see the chaotic situation outside the town, which made him even more worried about the situation in Ironforge.

The despicable undead dug a tunnel and rushed into Ironforge from the ground. Almost all the generals in the military area died in the sudden attack. I will immediately take the steam tank troops back to Ironforge.

King Bronzebeard gritted his teeth and said:

I will not hand over the city of Bronzebeard to those despicable undead!

But what about these people? The undead are rushing towards Kharanos. You keep them here to let them die.

Although Kurdran is not a member of the Bronzebeard dwarves, the relationship between the Wildhammer clan and the Bronzebeard clan has eased a lot in recent years. He looked at Magni's face and lowered his voice:

And your sudden retreat on the battlefield has caused heavy losses to humans and elves. The Human Empire and Quel'Thalas will not let it go. Even if you take back Ironforge, the troubles are only just beginning.

Trouble? No amount of trouble is as important as Ironforge!

Magni Bronzebeard threw down a word angrily, turned around and jumped onto the steam tank decorated with rams behind him. Under his command, the entire tank troop started roaring forward again, and when leaving, The king looked at Kurdran beside him, and said to this distant relative of the Wildhammer:

I'm temporarily entrusting you with the command of the Mountain Rangers, Kurdran, and help me escort the people here to Anvilmar Castle in Coldridge Valley. There is only one mountain road in and out. If you haven't listened to me tomorrow When the news of the recovery of Ironforge, just... blow it up!

You are the king! Don't get carried away, Magni.

Kurdran watched as King Magni was furious, and the news that Ironforge had been breached seemed to have made the king lose his mind. He hurriedly grabbed the king's arm and persuaded loudly:

These people will only listen to you, let your general lead people to take back Ironforge, you have to take them to refuge! And Muradin, your brother is still alive and dead! Are you just giving up on him?

You do not understand!

Magni shook off Kurdran's hand, his eyes were red, and a moment later, on top of the rumbling steam tank, the king said faintly:

My daughter and my unborn grandson are still in Ironforge...Are you asking me to give them up?

this...

Hearing this, Kurdran didn't know how to persuade the king in front of him. He had heard that the relationship between King Magni and Princess Moira was not good, but now it seems that this is just a rumor , the father in front of me loves his daughter very much, even after his daughter made a bad decision to run away from home, the heartbroken old father still won't just give up on her.

Do me a favor, Kurdran, help me find Muradin, find my brother!

King Magni grabbed his warhammer, opened the vertical ladder inside the steam tank, and stuffed something into the hands of the Wildhammer knight in front of him. It was a special necklace, very simple, when Kurdran held it When in his hand, he could even feel the pulsation from the earth from the necklace in his hand.

Give this to him. If I don't come back, he will be the next Bronzebeard King!

Kurdran Wildhammer is a typical dwarf, with dwarves' fiery temper and sometimes delicate emotions. He knew that this was entrusted by Magni Bronzebeard. After hesitating for a moment, he ordered Nodding, he put the necklace carefully in the purse around his waist. He looked at the Bronze Beard King who had made up his mind. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

If you have any wishes, Magni, tell them!

The King of Ironforge looked back at the city on the hillside of the snow mountain in the distance, took a deep breath, and stroked the crown on his head:

I have another unspeakable request. If... if Khaz Modan finally falls, I hope, I hope my people can find a new home in the Eagle's Nest Mountain. Tell Falstad for me, although we The two races have been filthy before, but now... I am willing to give everything I have for Bronzebeard in exchange for the continued existence of Bronzebeard.

Look at the blood of the mountain king, help us!

good!

Kurdran nodded fiercely: I will definitely find Muradin, don't worry, Your Majesty Magni... Wildhammer, Wildhammer welcomes the former brothers, and besides... come back alive! Be sure to come back alive!

I will!

Magni Bronzebeard waved his hand at Kurdran, and then jumped into his steam tank. The next moment, the mighty tank army rushed towards Ironforge at the fastest speed. In the past, black smoke rose straight into the sky, representing the unyielding will of the king of dwarves.

And after he left, amid the roar of Kurdran who took over the control of this place, the mountain patrols moved quickly, and soon, a huge migration team composed of goat carts set off from Karanos to The last stronghold of the Bronzebeard dwarves in Khaz Modan, and the first city of dwarven civilization, is located in the deepest part of the Coldridge Valley, the Anvilmar Fortress.

It was the last refuge of the dwarves.

Boss! Boss, this is the battle report from the Wetlands and Thelsama! It must be delivered to King Magni immediately!

A gryphon rider descended from the sky in the cold wind. He lifted his green goggles and handed the two letters to Kurdran. The fist hit his heart, his face turned pale, and then he sat down on the ground in a daze.

The letter paper fluttered and scattered on the ground, and the blood-red text was so shocking.

It's over.

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The dwarves can really fight.

The death lord Serent stood on the slope of Gray Claw Mountain, looking at the distant city of Thelsama, the undead besieging the town were mercilessly knocked to the ground by the brave dwarf warriors. The short guys are like never-ending warriors. The undead rushed to their positions wave after wave, but they were hammered to the ground by these guys dressed like iron cans.

At this moment, Celent Firewing had an intuitive understanding of the fighting power of the dwarves. These short people are very difficult, especially when they are full of anger, they are even more difficult to deal with than the orcs.

But Celente didn't intend to step forward to help, and just watched calmly as the lower knights commanded the awakened corpses to die. The turbulent undead surrounded Thelsama from all directions, except for the flying griffins. Apart from the knights, the dwarves who lacked heavy weapons like steam tanks couldn't get out at all.

After receiving the order, he and the undead army commanded by Saurfang easily defeated the dwarf army guarding the border between the Badlands and Thelsama, and then advanced all the way to the green group of Thersama. In front of the dwarven fortress between the mountains, it stopped here strangely, surrounded the dwarven town, as if waiting for the next order.

Sometimes I can't help but think about what kind of weird strategies our Majesty has in mind.

Celent complained to the silent orc death lord beside him:

Just like the town in front of us, we only need 3,000 high-ranking knights to take it in a single charge, but we just can't do that...because His Majesty doesn't allow it.

Every high-ranking knight is precious.

Saurfang, the death lord who cherishes words like gold, looked at the besieged dwarf city in the setting sun, and he whispered:

They shouldn't be wasted in firefights with civilians. Tyrion is just making reasonable use of the emotions of the living, besieging them, and waiting for despair to break through their defenses, they will take the initiative to come out and surrender... Time does not stand on the living On the other side, this is our advantage.

swish

An arakkoa courier who flapped his wings and landed beside the Death Lord handed a letter to Serente, then waved his wings and took off again. In just a few seconds, his black figure disappeared into the sky, and Celent opened the letter, glanced at it, and handed it to Saurfang beside him:

As His Majesty expected, the defeated human and elf army retreated towards Dun Morogh's south gate post. They will pass through the south gate post and go straight to the Valley of the Kings. If they don't stop them, they will appear at the most four hours later. On the battlefield before us, but that's your trouble, not mine.

They're not going to be a problem anytime soon.

After Saurfang finished reading the letter, icy energy burst out from his palm, tearing the letter into pieces. He got on his horse, and under the hillside behind him, 500 high-level knights and 1,500 low-level knights were ready. It's like a silent war statue, ready to rush out and tear the enemy to pieces at any time.

The terrain of the Valley of the Kings is very suitable for ambushes, I hope those defeated troops will not be too surprised when they see you...

Celent whistled and called to Saurfang, who turned and walked down the hill:

Would you let them go on purpose?

This question made Saurfang turn his head. His blue eyes were full of doubts. He looked at his companion and asked:

Why would I do that?

Celent shrugged:

I don't know, maybe it's for fun? Think about it, they finally escaped from you and fled all the way to the Algaz guard post in the wetlands, thinking that they could escape, but what is waiting for them in the wetlands Woolen cloth?

The death lord seemed to have thought of a wonderful irony, he hugged his stomach and laughed:

It's that lunatic Luminas...she probably has burned down Menethil Harbor by now and is marching towards Algaz Post, but seriously...

Celent's expression became serious again, he narrowed his eyes and said:

If those humans and elves can really pass through the double obstacles of you and Luminas all the way, and escape back to the Arathi Highlands, it will prove that they are qualified to live. At that time, I think you can really let go. They ran away, oh, no... I forgot again, Luminas is guarding the wetland, that crazy woman can't miss any chance to kill... So they are dead, right?

Seeing Serente, whose expression changed like a face, and his clumsy jokes, Saurfang shook his head, and said in a hollow voice:

You should go to Khadgar and let him see if you're sane...because you look like an incoherent lunatic to me.

Hey man! That's mean!

Celent gestured rudely to Saurfang who was leaving on his horse, and then watched the orc death lord rushing towards the Valley of the Kings with his fully armed knights, he picked up the horse with some disinterest The next moment, the arms of the death lord spread out, and the whole person seemed to have returned to his days as a ranger.

collapse

The deep humming of the bowstring broke the peace of the battlefield, and the roaring bone arrow pierced the eye socket of the dwarf who was caught off guard. While his blood was splashing everywhere, the second bone arrow sneaked in silently, and the dwarf carrying the ammunition was thrown behind him. The dwarf's neck was torn open, and then the third bone arrow pierced into the ammunition box that fell to the ground, and amidst the flashes of the necromantic runes, dazzling flames shot into the sky.

A moment later, the undead frantically poured into the outskirts of the town along the gap opened by the front line. Seeing the dwarf soldiers desperately trying to fight back, the calm-faced Celent put down the bow in his hand, yawned and leaned against the city. On his war horse, a strange cold light flashed away in his squinted moon-shaped eyes.

I'm not crazy...just...

Every one of us is now a disgusting monster.