Azeroth’s Death Track

Forgive me! Please!

The shivering witch hiding in the storage looked horrified at the huge wooden cheetah in front of the forest elf. She tried her best to defeat the terrifying monster in front of her. She could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy. .

But the forest elves lack emotion, especially after seeing how these witches brutally strangle those very talented plants, the forest elves will not show them mercy.

The wooden cheetah rushed forward, and knocked the witch to the ground with one paw. The next moment, Elder Lin Jing recovered his human body in the changing halo. He roughly grabbed the witch by the neck and lifted it up. The red seeds popped into her mouth, and she took a step back.

Plant, Pain, Revenge!

He spat out a few words in a dry human language, and the witch in front of him felt that the swallowed seeds were rapidly taking root and sprouting in her body, devouring her flesh and blood to grow rapidly, and that flesh and blood was plundered The pain caused the witch to writhe on the ground, howling in pain, but after a few seconds, she couldn't make a sound anymore, because she turned into... a tree.

The bright red vines pierced out from the witch's shriveled skin. Under the command of Elder Lin Jing, they looked like the craziest and most vicious poisonous snakes. Those barbed vines spread in all directions, and soon, those who hid The fish that slipped through the net, shivering in the dark, was discovered by the vines that began to spread in the cave, and... devoured.

Compared with the forest spirits' superb methods of controlling plants, the soul structures made by witches are like children's toys, not worth mentioning.

puff

Knight Al drew the epee with a dark green halo from the ghostly body of the mistress of the witches in front of him. The most powerful witch of the Witches only lasted 2 minutes in front of his eyes.

The black magic they are good at can't penetrate the anti-magic shield of the death knight at all, and the tricks they often use to enslave the mind are useless in the face of the tough soul of the death knight, even ghosts that are immune to most physical attacks The body, even in the face of today's increasingly cumbersome and powerful necromantic rune system, also appears so fragile.

Weakness, why do you fight?

El Knight is not a sentimental person, but at this time, facing the fast-decimating Witch Council under the strangulation of Death Knights and Blightcaller Druids, he still expresses his emotion.

This is probably the weakest organization that the dark blade knights have faced since they entered this world.

I found it!

Behind El Knight, the witch Wei Lai held a thick dark tome, staggered to his side, and handed the book to El Knight as if offering a treasure.

The way to enter the realm of withering! I found it!

Very well, His Majesty will definitely be satisfied.

Al took the book and flipped through a few pages. His eyes were suddenly attracted by other records. He turned his head to look at the witch beside him, and asked in a low voice:

The... Knights of Ashes recorded in this book, what kind of organization is this?

The Order of Ashes is a legend. Every child in Drustvar grew up listening to the stories of the Knights of Ashes.

Wailey the Witch knew almost everything about the problems of the powerful and ruthless leader of the death knights:

It is said that it is our ancestors, when they fought against the dark forces entrenched in Drustvar, a powerful warrior was born. They have their own unique set of inheritance, and they can be as powerful as natural enemies. Restraining the darkness, it was under the leadership of the Ember Knights that the ancestors defeated the dark forces entrenched here, and after that, Kul Tiras' rule in Drustvar was truly established.

Huh? Restraint against dark forces like a natural enemy?

El Knight narrowed his eyes, and after a while, he said to Witch Wei Lai:

This is very important information, Wei Lai. I have seen your loyalty and dedication to Dark Blade. When His Majesty arrives, I will report all your achievements to him. But now, I need you to find out about Ashes. All information about the Knights... must be kept secret! Do you understand?

Yes, I will definitely do my best!

The witch bent down and accepted the new order, but she also expressed her worries:

But with all due respect, El Knight, the Witches have been looking for information about the Order of Ashes for thousands of years, but they seem to have disappeared. Some people say that the inheritance of the Knights of Ashes has been cut off, and it is finally related to them Yes, it is a sacred scripture that records the training methods and weapons of the Ash Knights, and it is hidden in a top-secret place by the descendants of the leader of the Ash Knights, but no one knows whether this rumor is true or not.

The descendants of the leader of the Ash Knights? Who is that?

Al asked back, the witch glanced in the direction of Klein town, and she said softly:

It's the Waycrest family that rules this place...the local lords, with a powerful army. In the time of the Coven, no one dared to pry into their secrets.

But times have changed, Willey!

Knight Al glanced at the cowardly witch, and said in a deep voice:

When serving Your Majesty, you must cast aside all fear and cowardice... Before Your Majesty arrives, the death knights I brought will fully cooperate with you, and you must get everything about the Order of Embers from the Waycrest family Inheritance! Failure is not allowed!

The scolding made Wei Lai stand up subconsciously, and she replied loudly:

Obey!

After the witch staggered away, Knight El walked into a hidden cave in the secret place of the Witch Society. In the dark, he carefully flipped through the dark tome in his hand. After confirming the authenticity of these records, El Knight The knight of El took out a uniquely polished Apexis communication crystal from his close pocket, and he activated it.

The next moment, in the dim and shining halo, the back of the Grand Lich appeared in front of Knight El.

You're not stupid, Al, so you took the risk of contacting me at this time because you found something important?

Yes, sir... In the remote mountains of Kul Tiras, I found some interesting things. According to the records of the ancient ancestors here, an organization called the Knights of Ashes once possessed The method of the dark forces, judging from the description here, the inheritance they possess should also have a certain suppression effect on the death knight.

Al said softly:

what is your opinion?

The figure of the Grand Lich was illusory, and after a while, his calm voice came:

Then find it... I will send someone to help you. Besides, tell our Majesty the truth about it. He should know everything about it.

but...

There is no but! Your Majesty is the King of Dark Blades. You and I are his followers. Even if there is a conflict of ideas, you must be absolutely loyal to him. Remember, Al, we are not betraying His Majesty. We're just perfecting his grand plan, don't put yourself in a position to fight Tyrion, you can't win!

The Grand Lich's voice became ethereal like smoke. He waved his hand, and the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Do what a knight should do, and leave the rest to me.

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I left behind the three battle groups facing each other on the front line, left behind the smoldering mainland battlefield, crossed the endless vast sea, and came to this remote village above the sea... If I don't get what I want this time , that would be really disappointing.”

In the port in the northwest of Drustvar, the lighthouse that was supposed to be controlled by the navy of Kul Tiras was silent at this time, allowing a ship wrapped in mist to sail across the coast of Drustvar, and finally Docked at a dilapidated port.

The moment Tyrion stepped out of the cabin, in front of his eyes, the death knights headed by the El Knights had completely controlled the port. The original owner of the port, some pirates who plundered in Kul Tiras, Trembling and kneeling on the ground, those who dared to resist have been thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

Under Tyrion's command, the undead have never had much patience, especially when dealing with non-civilian scum.

Dare to say one more complaint, and the end is doomed to be very miserable.

Tyrion came here alone this time, and as Dark Blade's spread in the Eastern Continent became bigger and bigger, every time it occupied a place, a corresponding lord had to be arranged to manage it, even the craziest Luminas Both were appointed governors of the Wetlands, and together with Saurfang oversaw the war between the Wetlands and the Arathi Highlands.

Under such circumstances, Tyrion felt the lack of manpower more and more. He urgently needed more professional managers instead of letting the death lords who should have galloped in the battlefield sit in the office,

In many cases, Tyrion would wish that he came here for pure destruction. If that was the case, the pressure on him and Dark Blade would be much less.

Your Majesty, this is what you need.

Knight El took a step forward, and handed the thick black tome to the Dark Blade King. Tyrion took it in his hand, looked around, then shook his head, and said in disgust:

The human skin book, old-fashioned, an evil product used by evil people to spread distorted teachings...Evil purely for the sake of evil, it's disgusting, I hate this thing!

As he spoke, he sat in the black carriage prepared for him by the death knights. The moment the carriage started, Tyrion waved his hand and said softly:

The ones kneeling there are a group of pirates, right? I can smell the blood on their bodies from such a distance. Such scum will not submit to our new system with peace of mind, so why keep them?

ding ding ding

The low sound of horse bells sounded as the carriage slowly moved forward. After the carriage disappeared into the port, the Ayr knight riding on the skeleton horse waved his hand, and the death knights behind him carried their weapons and walked towards those who did all kinds of evil. Pirates.

Falconwood Town, a town located in the southeast of Drustvar, is one of the few towns near the sea in the Drustvar area covered with mountains. When the weather is fine, standing on the port of Falconwood Town, you can even Overlooking the most magnificent city of Kul Tiras, Boralus, the center of royal power in this island country.

But as far as this town is concerned, it is not much different from other towns in Drustvar. Outside the town is a dark and ominous coastline, just like this rugged land, full of superstitions inherited from ancient times. Poison, signs of witchcraft have infiltrated the town without people noticing.

Residents here decorate those brick and wood houses with no aesthetics at all with copper-green roofs and canopies. The anchor emblem on the ship represents the important role the sea plays in the culture of Kul Tiras, and they are the people of the sea.

In the center of the town of Falcon Forest, there was originally a huge and weird statue made of dead bones and trees like a scarecrow. Some people said that it was to prevent the witches from harming civilians with their black magic, but in fact Well, this sculpture itself is a masterpiece of witches. They hid in the crowd and bewitched the people in the town to build this thing, so that their black magic can pass through the sculpture and enter everyone's dreams every night.

Torture them, drive them mad, create chaos... Witches like this kind of tune, even if they don't know why they are doing it.

But now, that sculpture has been ignited by the fire, and the crazy flames devoured the black magic structure. Amid the passionate roar of the townspeople, several of them were dismantled and tied up with magical branches The ugly witch was also pushed into the fire under the push of the powerful townspeople and under the calm gaze of the Blightcaller druids.

Tyrion stood on the hills outside Falconwood Town, looking indifferently at the ignorant people who surrounded the druids of the Blightcaller and carnivaled because they burned the witch to death. There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

In the past ten years, the residents of Falconwood and Shaw Bay have burned at least 40 people... and the irony is that until today, they burned three real witches for the first time.

Wearing a long black hood, the witch Weilai stood obediently behind Tyrion, telling his Majesty the story of this dark land.

I was born in the remote town of Arrow Valley, Your Majesty, I have also faced such a predicament. People say that I am a witch and they want to burn me to death, but in fact, it is just a prank by the witches hiding in the crowd. ..the people lack the eyes to see the truth, they will always be blinded by gossip, and they will push the poor girls into the fire with their own hands...

Good people do good things and die because of them, inspired by darkness...they are cruel!

Listening to the witch's painful memories, Tyrion asked softly:

Do you hate them?

No, I don't hate it, Your Majesty, they were also bewitched, just like me back then.

Witch Weilai didn't want to watch the carnival in Falconwood Town anymore. She turned her head and pointed to the depths of the twisted dark red forest in the distance:

The entrance to the withered world is there, Your Majesty, that is the place where the ancient Drusts tried to build their hell on earth in this world. Until now, there are still dark magic powers all over the place, and many witches are in our world. They all fled here...they tried to use the dark magic power here to die.

You should hate them, it's a human emotion.

Tyrion turned and walked towards the dark jungle, towards the legendary realm of withering, he said:

You should hate their ignorance and cruelty, you should hate the ancient superstition that covers this land, you have lost your way forward, Weilai, I know the feeling of being lost better than you, you need to find something to hate, Most of all, hate guides you, finds your way...hate it, and get rid of it.

You have joined the Dark Blade, and you must understand the mission we undertake... We are not here to destroy and destroy, we are fighting to make this world a better place, hold your weapon tightly, it can give you Power, get rid of the dregs that pollute the world, such as witches, such as those superstitions.

Forget the past, but don't forget this hatred, you have found your own meaning of existence.