Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 381 30. The bloodthirsty will surely drown in blood -- adding more to the sad dragon 2 brothers [410]

The Zandalari Empire of the ancient trolls used to occupy most of the world, but the kingship is not eternal. Before the world collapsed 10,000 years ago, the troll empire had already begun to split, and the Gurubashi giant that occupied the oldest secret holy city in Stranglethorn Demons once established their own empire, but that empire, which had no glory at all, only lasted for a relatively short time before it fell into terrible civil strife.

It is said that it was a civil strife caused by the evil god. Its source was directed at Hakkar the Spirit Reaper, the self-proclaimed Blood God Loa. Thousands of years ago, Gurubashi trolls paid terrible sacrifices to save Hakkar expelled from the real world, and exiled Hakkar's followers, those lunatic Hakkari trolls, but Hakkar's followers, together with its shadow, have never been far away from this city.

Today, facing the menacing forest spirits and the natural forces behind them, Jindu, the voodoo priest of Zul'Gurub, declared that only Hakkar can save the city surrounded by forest spirits at this critical juncture. Shrouded in the power of the world, the Gurubashi trolls that have long since fallen will rise again.

This kind of words that can only deceive fools is spread word of mouth in the shadow of Zul'Gurub. When the city may be breached at any time, the trolls in panic are easily captured by the fear secretly instigated by those who want to. The adventure of resummoning Haka also changed from the dark dormancy to the upright one.

In fact, not even the trolls who were forced to sacrifice their own blood were sure whether such a risk was right or wrong.

In the dark night, the most elite soldiers of the Gurubashi trolls held voodoo-infused spears and wooden shields, patrolling the ancient walls of Zul'Gurub vigilantly. The activated plants are moving in the increasingly prosperous dense forest, shadowy in the dark night, outlining a frightening night scene.

But the battle between the two sides has lasted for more than half a month. The trolls are very clear that the forest elves who use natural magic are brave on the battlefield, but they lack the power to conceal and assassinate. When the time came, the changed cheetahs of the druids could not sneak into the city silently.

And activated plants can't get rid of the laws of nature. After the night falls, even the mighty thorn beasts will become weak. Without sunlight, those huge plant beasts can't even get the energy to move freely. Let alone go to the battlefield to fight.

Therefore, the night in Zul'Gurub is actually safer than the day.

But that was just an illusion before,

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The silent vibration sounded in the dark night, and several troll warriors who heard the sound immediately lit torches and walked towards the place where the sound sounded, and at the moment they approached the shadowed corner of the city wall, , Two whistling long whips swung out suddenly, like poisonous snakes jumping out of the night, clasping the necks of the two trolls one left and one right.

The barbs on the vine whip pierced fiercely into the troll's skin, causing them to bleed, and the next moment, all the blood in their bodies was drawn from the wound, and the extreme pain instantly defeated the tough troll The will of the warriors, their skin dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon fell to the ground, reduced to terrifying dry bones.

The surviving troll warrior stared wide-eyed, watching the two figures, one tall and one short, walk out of the darkness. He subconsciously grabbed the bone whistle on his waist, but before he could blow it, two fists made of blood The long sword pierced his heart silently from behind.

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The faint air vibration sounded again, and a few groups of black bats disappeared into the night, and a sharp voice complained:

Why should we do this kind of thing? Don't the Arakkoi have many assassins?

The arakkoa have their own missions. The power of the loa shrouds Zul'Gurub. Only we who can transform into bats will not be discovered immediately... Stop complaining, little devil, and make a mark! Ten minutes Afterwards, meet at the altar of the Night Lord...Night Lord is a great name! But after tonight, it's ours!

Zul'Gurub has followers of the Night Lord and Bat God Sirik. They summoned many vampire bats to hover over Zul'Gurub, which provides the best protection for the blood lords who infiltrated the city. Black The bats mixed in will not arouse suspicion at all. They carefully placed the signs of necromancer runes at various garrison points in the huge city of Zul'Gurub, just like the guidance made on the ground before the aerial bombing began.

At this time, in the Forest Spirit Fortress surrounded by dense forests in Stranglethorn Vale, thousands of arakkoa transferred from Stormwind City, with the help of the Forest Spirit, fixed the alchemy bomb covered with spikes on their claws, followed the The high-level death knights who came together with the people tested their necromancer mounts. Under the saddles of these savage two-headed dragons that are abundant in Draenor, huge black bombs are tied.

And the forest elves, under the guidance of the druids of the Blightcaller, quietly formed a battle formation in the dense forest. There were no huge thorn beasts in the battle formation. Instead, they moved slowly, but in the dark night The piranhas that will become more ferocious here, these twisted and ugly plant life are like monsters that move on the ground together with the rhizomes. In the bright flower buds, what is wrapped is not the fragrant stamens, but the people The criss-crossed teeth that make a nightmare just to look at them.

The time has come.

Tyrion reached out his hand to caress the blue iron ring crown on his head, and then reached out to pat the death raven Duke under his seat. This fierce raven king has recovered from his injuries after a long period of recuperation. , It didn't make a sound, but under the master's will, its black eyes shone fiercely, and its huge wings flapped, bringing the sound of howling wind in the forest.

The Death Raven held two cluster bombs in its huge claws, and behind it, the roaring Death Ravens were also silent, as well as the high-ranking knights guarding both sides. After an air raid in the dark night, after the second batch of sufficient alchemy bombs was delivered from the military factory in Darkforge City, Dark Blade's air force finally had its own means of decisive battle.

Zul'Gurub, the city of the trolls, will be the first victim of this burning tactic.

Tonight, this fallen city will be purified by fire.

They are coming!

On the altar of the bat god Sirik, the high-ranking priest Jekric, who was kneeling and meditating in front of the mysterious incense burner, suddenly opened his eyes. The female troll let out a shriek. The vampire bat flying in the sky of Grubb became agitated, and driven by a huge will, it rushed out towards the dark sky of Zul'Gurub.

Facing the howling vampire bats, Tyrion, who was sitting on the saddle of the death raven, swung his left hand violently. The frost like a polar storm was mixed with sharp ice picks, and slapped those screaming bats fiercely. On the little devil's body, this powerful cold wind directly swept away one tenth of the bats. These little bats were covered with frost, which made their flying speed slow down. The high-level knights on the side also drove the undead flying dragon forward, and the continuous impact of the cold wind drove the bats away.

In this dark night, the Gurubashi trolls who were awakened by the screams ran out of their tree houses. They raised their heads and looked at the sky. Not only ferocious vampire bats fell from the night, but also some dark monsters. almost something.

boom

Hundreds of bombs fell on the ground of Zul'Gurub along the necromantic rune beacon shining on the ground. The burst of flames and violent explosions made those trolls who were caught off guard screaming and screaming. He clenched his staff tightly, but in the face of the undead army roaring in the sky, their voodoo spells were almost useless, and because they exposed themselves, one or two bombs were thrown down.

The speed of the arakkoa's flight was very fast. In less than 10 minutes, all the bombs were dropped, and the entire huge Zul'Gurub was also ignited by the soaring flames in five key bombed areas, like a dense forest. Like the city that never sleeps, sparks of despair shine in the dark night.

Go, go hunting.

Tyrion's voice resounded in the hearts of every arakkoa and every death knight. Soon, against the backdrop of the fire, the arakkoa and death knights who descended from the sky also joined in the carnival of the massacre. In the city gate area of ​​Er'Gurub, in the opened city gate, mighty elves roared their language and rushed into the desecrated city.

Just like the green chaos, wherever you see people, wherever you go, there is only a piece of brutal killing, and those bloodstains all over the ground represent the revenge of the forest spirit and nature.

Each altar guarded by the priests of the Loa has a special person in charge of handling it. After the entire city was set ablaze in the dark, the priests of the Loa God failed to save the city with their own power. Enemy, they can hardly draw strength to help others.

The druids of the Blightcaller believe in a cruel concept of struggle, life and death, and eliminating evil is their code of conduct. Unless these priests of the loa defect to the Blightcaller's camp on the spot, otherwise... tonight, they are dead.

boom

The giant blue bat transformed by Yekrik, the priest of Midnight Lord Sirik, had just taken off when its ferocious claws were entangled by two blood-sucking vines. He fell hard on the ground full of blood and bones.

Four erratic shadows rushed towards her from four directions, Yekrick was unwilling to just bow his head and admit defeat, she called out the name of the Midnight Lord, the power from the bat god Loa moved in her body, giving Her new power allowed her to break free from the shackles of the vine whip. She screamed and swung her claws, and four burning fireballs hit the four enemies in front of her.

But it failed to hit the entity. Amidst the roar of the black bats, the figures of the blood mage and the blood lord danced in the exploding voodoo flames, and soon recondensed into entities elsewhere.

Wielding two blood knives, the Blood Mistress lightly rushed out of the darkness, like an erratic shadow, easily dodging Yekrik's increasingly violent fireball attacks. Her dark golden hair was in the dark night Dancing, while approaching the blue bat, the two sabers roared and opened several hideous and fierce wounds on the body of the loa priest.

But behind Jekric, treacherous laughter suddenly sounded, and before the Priest Loa, who was entangled by the blood mistress, had no time to turn around, the reverse-curved daggers staggered and pierced her back.

After this vicious attack, while the five blood lords were drawing blood at the same time, Yekrik uttered the most tragic howl in her life. At that moment, at least one-third of the blood in her body came out of the wound. Erupted, the weak priest could no longer maintain the form of a bat, her withered body fell weakly on the dirty ground, and she even lost the strength to raise her hand.

And the reason why she was able to live was because the blood lords needed her, yes, the blood lords did not kill her. Otherwise, they could have easily sucked all the blood from Yekelik with that one blow.

boom

Alleria turned the struggling Yekrik over with her scarlet sharp boots, and the blood mistress looked down at the weak under her feet, and said calmly:

Summon the loa you believe in! Yes, Sirik the Night Lord, that bastard who claims to have the power of blood, summon him!

Stop...don't even think about it!

A trace of fear flashed across Yekrick's pale face, but soon, her belief in Loa made her firm again. This answer was obviously not what Alleria wanted. The Blood Mistress shook her head and stepped back. Taking a step, behind her, the blood mage Seven, who was dressed like a nobleman, stepped forward. He was wearing a monocle inlaid with gold wire, wearing a gorgeous black robe, and even wearing white gloves flamboyantly.

The silver-haired blood mage squatted down and said to Jekric in a soft tone:

Among all my experimental subjects, no life has survived the torment of blood being heated to a boil. I hope you will be the first...

As he spoke, he took off the glove on his left hand, and stuck his finger on Jeklik's wound. The blood that had just been sucked was poured back into Yekklik's body, but the blood was like boiling water. The moment she entered her body, Jekric struggled crazily, like a fish thrown in the sun, her eyes widened to the extreme, but her limbs were bound tightly by blood magic, and even her mouth are blocked.

She couldn't even let out a scream, but could only let out a desperate whimper.

Don't worry, little girl.

The blood mage Seven pushed his eyes and showed a soft smile. He looked at Ye Keli with his blood red eyes and said softly:

We don't want you to die, you will never die... And we have a lot of time, we can repeat this experiment many times... Now, tell me, are you willing to help us summon Sirik?

Oh, what's with that hateful look? You're so nasty...Let's do it again.