Azeroth’s Death Track

Wetlands are disgusting places.

This place is full of disgusting muddy swamps, exuding a disgusting smell. On the edge of those swamps, there are some ugly and evil creatures hidden, such as murlocs who like to crowd in groups, such as poor intelligence, Gnolls who like to change their tastes, and among the mud, there are local features that cannot be missed.

Giant six-legged crocodiles... trust me, not only are they uglier and larger than their otherworldly cousins, anyone who has tried their stunt death roll will never forget the experience... The premise is that he can survive.

In the travel log of the famous traveler, explorer, and archaeologist Brian Bronzebeard, he mercilessly commented on the worthlessness of the wetlands, which is simply hell on earth, and the famous dwarf hunter is worshiped by countless hunters His idol, Hemet Nesingwary, commented on the wetlands at the other extreme. He claimed that any hunter who could survive a month alone in the wetlands was the best hunter in the world.

In short, this is a horrible place that people hate. Even 6 years ago, when the orcs who invaded the human world were the most powerful, those green-skinned bastards were unwilling to stay in the wetland for a long time. Most of them lived in Grim Batol , and that is the only place in the wetland where the environment is barely better.

But it was also at that time that the dwarven guerrillas who fought against the orcs here also left many legends of war, and most of these legends were left in the form of inscriptions between Menethil Harbor and the town of Dun Mod. In addition, let more people experience the cruelty of war and the beauty of peace.

The wetland is the sphere of influence of the dwarves. It is also the only area near the sea among the areas controlled by the dwarves. A port city was established, and after the victory in the Second World War, it was named Menethil Harbor to commemorate the friendship between dwarves and humans in the Second World War.

On the same day that the Khaz Modan War broke out, later on, a strange fleet appeared on the calm sea outside Menethil Harbor.

There are about 20 large ships, but there may be more. It is difficult for the port guards to judge the number of ships, because around those large ships, there is a strange floating fog. When the sea breeze occasionally blows away the fog, the harbor guards We could barely see the flag flickering in the mist.

A blood-colored Broken Blade Banner is weird, cold, and exudes an ominous atmosphere.

For those who deal with the sea all the year round, superstition is almost synonymous with them, so after ten minutes after the Mist Fleet appeared, the news of the ghost ship attack spread throughout Menethil Harbor, and everyone who could still move All the people were distributed with weapons, and the cannons in the port were also aimed at the fleet on the sea, preparing to fight these weird enemies.

Menethil Harbor, which was rebuilt after the war, was an absolute majestic city with amazing defense capabilities, and the latest dwarf artillery also gave the defenders here enough confidence.

Pooh!

The death lord standing on the bow of the largest ghost ship Crimson Sword spat rudely into the sea. She looked at the misty sea in front of her with disgust. It became shriveled due to the humid environment, which greatly dissatisfied the lord who paid great attention to appearance.

To be honest, she was full of resistance to this mission, full of anger in her heart, and urgently needed to find some unlucky ghosts to vent, and the white port city in front of her seemed quite suitable.

Da da da

The sharp and unique steel boots stepped on the wet deck, making the original crisp collision sound muffled. Seeing the death lord wearing a red captain's cap and missing a bright red feather strode down On the podium, the surrounding undead immediately stood up and hid respectfully aside.

With her hands on her hips, Luminas looked at the wiped dark red bone dragon on the deck with her own eyes, and she showed a satisfied smile:

You idiots are still barely useful...Look at my lovely Queen, this is her first crusade with me, she will surely become a legend of the Dark Blade, just like me.

The death lord reached out to take the long black rune sword from the high-ranking knight. When she flipped her wrist, streaks of dark red lightning flashed on the blade. She walked up to the giant skeleton dragon decorated with jewels and a golden crown headdress. Beside her, she stepped on the steps made of dead bones and sat on a comfortable saddle, a trace of evil spirit flashed in her dark red eyes.

His Majesty Tyrion allocated most of the bone dragons that can be ridden to us... This represents his trust in the Hellfire Chapter, boys, we are the only warband that has confronted the demons head-on , it's time for those newcomers to see how the elite of Dark Blade fight... Come with me and destroy that city from the sky! Let the flames burn...

The wetlands are ours!

Aww

The dark red bone dragon Queen let out a low and hollow roar, and she was the first to rush out of the mist with Luminas. , more than 30 bone dragons carried their own knights into the sky. After the bone dragons, there were death knights riding undead dragons. The Hellfire Battlegroup has a glorious history, as Luminas said, by her The Warlord's warband is the strongest of the Darkblades.

This is the pride of Luminas, a pride built in the dead bones and blood of demons, and there are soldiers of any kind, under the command of the crazy Luminas, once the Hellfire battle Join the fight like a bloodthirsty lunatic, they won't stop until the last resister is killed.

Destroy it!

Luminas's black long sword slashed down fiercely, the giant skeleton dragon lowered its head, and the pyrotechnic breath transformed from the breath of the black dragon enveloped the city walls of Menethil Harbor in an instant, and some of them were transformed into frost The bone dragon of the giant dragon froze the turret on the city wall with its cold breath, and the roaring undead legion was like a black shadow across the sky. Behind the black shadow, it brought cold and dead despair.

The navy of Kul Tiras is cruising nearby, lord, do we want to separate some people to defend against their attacks?

A high-ranking knight asked in the spiritual link, and the next moment, the crazy voice of Luminas, who was immersed in killing, sounded:

Let the ghost ship go back! Only fools will take the initiative to attack Kul Tiras at sea... The land and the sky are our battlefields, drive out the useless civilians, and burn this city!

Obey!

So in the salty sea breeze, under the distant snow-capped mountains, the only coastal city of the dwarves, the port of Menethil, which bears a glorious story, was ignited like this.

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And at the same time when Menethil Harbor was burning, under the winding mountain road at the entrance of Ironforge, the dwarven steam tank army commanded by Magni Bronzebeard himself also suffered unprecedented damage. Difficult challenge.

In the second war, the steam tanks of the dwarves have proved their power on the battlefield. After the war, various human countries bought some tanks in Ironforge to fill their own armed forces. It is not an exaggeration to say that Before the Necromancer Colossus of Dark Blade appeared in Azeroth, the steam tanks of the dwarves were the most powerful land force in the Eastern Continent!

But now, these kings of land warfare in the fantasy era have encountered challenges from the sky.

hum

The screecher raised its wings and swept across the sky of Khaz Modan at low altitude. When it passed over the steam tanks of the dwarves, the undead arakkoa loosened its claws, a black one surrounded by spikes of iron Pimple fell from the sky, made a whistling sound in the air, crossed a forward throwing arc, and finally hit the top of a slowly retreating steam tank.

boom

The scorching flames, strong explosion waves, thunderous noises, and all kinds of sharp gadgets inside are like a storm of steel, sweeping wildly in all directions. The unlucky steam tank is solid and hard. The shell was blown inward, but the most unlucky ones were the dwarven soldiers who followed the tank, they were almost wiped out by the flying iron slag.

Magni never thought that the powerful steam tank force would be blocked by such an attack, but the cold reality was in front of him, less than one-third of the more than 40 tanks were still able to move, and the others were either Destroyed by the explosion of a sea of ​​bombs falling from the sky, or trapped in the iron ruins, unable to move left or right.

This scene doesn't look like a war in a fantasy world by any means, but it does appear...

In the pungent smoke, the desperate dwarf king jumped off the ram's tank with his guards. He bravely raised his king's banner, and in this way gathered the soldiers who were still able to move around him.

Follow me, warriors!

Magni shouted at the top of his voice:

There will be no steam tanks, and we have to go back to Ironforge! Take back our home! Come with me! Charge! Charge out!

The dwarf king led his passionate soldiers on foot through the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke and bullet marks. After passing through the surrounding fog, they finally came to the foot of the mountain leading to Ironforge, but outside the fog, a The dark figure on the horse was blocking their eyes. He stood here, standing in the snow, like a dark statue, as if waiting for Magni to arrive.

Magni Bronzebeard, the Mandate of Ironforge, I have been waiting here for a long time.

The figure raised his head, his face was a skeleton face made of frost, but the next moment, it was as if the wind had blown away the frost, revealing Tyrion's thin, pale and cold face , his icy blue eyes looked at the dwarf king who was also wearing a crown in front of him, and he said softly:

Drop your arms and join the cause of the Dark Blade, Ironforge and all of Khaz Modan will be yours again...

Return? You mean return?

From this sentence, Magni realized who the undead in front of him was. He had never seen Tyrion, but now, he knew that the death knight who came alone in front of him was the disaster suffered by Khaz Modan. The culprit, the surging anger in his heart reached its peak at this moment, the dwarf king stepped forward angrily, he held his own weapon in both hands, the golden hammer and the golden battle axe, his orange beard was full of anger floating in:

You came to my house outrageously, and brutally destroyed the only reason I would call it home... Now, you give it back to me like a charity, and give you loyalty? No! Never !

The power of Magni Bronzebeard's bloodline extended throughout his body, his body gradually became taller, his bronze-colored skin became hard, like gray-white granite, and his face also changed. Become as fortitude as a stone.

Under the identity of the king, Magni Bronzebeard has another identity... Like his younger brother Muradin, he is also the most powerful blood warrior among the dwarves - full of glory and endless power... King of the hill!

I will kill you! Undead, under the watchful eyes of my fellow sufferers, I will cut off your head with my own hands! I will take back my city! Dwarves, never surrender!

boom

Magni in the form of the king of the hill roared and rushed towards Tyrion. The expression of the king of the dark blade did not change. His fingers were moving, and the magic sword shining with a light green halo fell into his hand. He looked at Magni's distorted face, he shook his head:

Oh... what a pity, answer, wrong!

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The back mountain of Ironforge, this is the deepest part of the Coldridge Mountains, the most inaccessible place in Kaz Modan, the altitude here is extremely high, few creatures can survive at this height, and now, a large group of dwarves , staggering forward in the thick snow.

This is exactly the group that escaped from Ironforge, led by Princess Moira Bronzebeard, the elite force of the entire city.

Led by the master miner of the deep mountain excavation company who knows the location, the group is heading towards the Anvilmar Fortress in the Coldridge Valley. Just as Magni told, Moira is also very clear that once Ironforge falls , the only safe place in the entire Khaz Modan is there.

And just as everyone was advancing, the face of the princess who was being supported suddenly turned pale, and the pain in her blood made her tightly hold her heart, and beside her, the ugly-looking Brian Tong Xu also covered the same position, and without warning, turned over in pain and fell to the ground.

This immediately caused screams from the crowd, and soon, Brian was being lifted up by the best priest in Ironforge. The old dwarf's eyes were already filled with tears, but it was not from pain, but...sorrow.

Moira, my niece...

Brian sobbed and squeezed his niece's hand tightly. He looked at Moira's equally moist eyes, and said with difficulty:

Did you feel it? My brother, your father...he, he left us...

I feel it now.

Moira firmly held her uncle's hand, she looked at Brian's desperate eyes, gritted her teeth, and said in a voice of unforgettable hatred:

My husband, my father, died at the hands of the undead. I swear, in the name of Bronzebeard and Thaurissan, I will destroy them, I will bury them, I swear!

Now! Keep going, you can't stop! Go! Get out of here! Before the undead catch up!

Tonight, the mountains of Khaz Modan, are...weeping.

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