Azeroth’s Death Track

This usually proud knight, at this moment, the blood-stained eyes are shining with the light of prayer, but Tyrion is not the first brother in the battlefield. After he became an adult, he began to hunt trolls alone. I have seen death in 100 years, more than ten times more than the knight in front of me.

See enough death and your heart will grow cold and hard.

He doesn't care about the humans and orcs in Southshore at all, he only cares about one thing!

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The knight's armor collar was grabbed, Tyrion looked at him, and asked in a deep voice:

Those rangers who volunteered to help you should be in Arathi Highlands! Why did they appear in Southsea Town?

His eyes stared at Al like a hawk, and the latter felt as if he was being stared at by a wild beast. He swallowed, and said with difficulty:

Those elf warriors were arranged to rest in South Sea Town. They just had a fight with the orcs. There are many wounded soldiers who need to rest... I swear, this was not our intention, it was purely an accident!

Who is their leader?!

Tyrion interrupted the knight Al's explanation, and his question made Al stunned for a while. The knight had some difficulty recalling the matter, and after a while, he answered with some uncertainty:

The previous leader was a lady named Alleria Windrunner, but a few days ago this lady went to Dalaran under the escort of a knight, and a man named Theron seemed to replace her... .Sorry, he doesn't like to talk very much, and his name is very difficult to remember, I always forget it.

Lor'themar Theron...

Tyrion shook his head speechlessly: What an unlucky ghost!

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his forehead, and let go of the seriously injured knight. He looked at him and rubbed his chin. After a while, Tyrion said:

You're not going to die... well, maybe not.

He turned his head and said to Rogelio beside him:

The corpses of those trolls haven't been burned yet, right? Go get some blood and pour them down... I remember that in the Arathi War three thousand years ago, humans swallowed the blood of trolls in a desperate situation, and got It has set a precedent for weak self-healing... You see, I have given you a chance, knight, whether you can live or not depends on your own will.

He leaned down and whispered in the knight's ear:

You may become a monster, but the question is, do you want to die as a hero, or avenge your companions as a monster

You don't want to die so worthless, do you?

The knight named Al fell silent, and Tyrion simply ignored it. An eagle whistle appeared in his hand. The next moment, a sharp whistle sounded in the forest. Not long after, the 120 rangers who were cleaning the battlefield quickly gathered in the forest.

Listen to me, rangers...

Tyrion looked in the southwest direction, he said in a deep voice:

Lor'themar, you all know him, the former director of the prisoner-of-war camp. I am not familiar with him, but I know that he is our colleague. He protected our wounded and our compatriots in South Sea Town. Now, there are A pack of orcs are going to kill them!

I can bear that idiot Lor'themar dying as a soldier on the battlefield, but I can't allow them to be slaughtered in such a despicable way! There is nothing in the Farstrider's dogma that teaches us to abandon our comrades and friends in this situation. fellow countrymen!

So, now, return to camp as quickly as possible!

It's time for us to join the battlefield!

Obey!

The rangers quickly left the woods under the leadership of the captain. There were a lot of things to prepare before the battle, and the corpses of those trolls were piled up together, and they had already started to burn and gave off a bad smell. Rogelio took the knight's The water sac came forward, containing some kind of pungent liquid.

Troll's blood, a precious material for alchemists, and a poison essential for assassins.

Tyrion took the water bag in his hand, looked at the knight Al who opened his eyes, and asked softly:

Hero... or monster? You decide.

I...I want to try!

Joe whispered, and the words made Tyrion squint his eyes. He stuffed the water bladder into the knight's hand and patted him on the shoulder:

Do it! Or don't! Never try that option!

Al, who was pale due to the pain and bleeding, gritted his teeth and nodded. He reached out and took the blood of the troll that Tyrion handed over. The stench made him sick, and his arms were shaking, but In the end, he drank the bag of warm blood in one gulp.

When he had finished, Tyrion whispered:

Oh, that's right. Forgot to mention, you don't need to drink it all... a third is enough.

But the knight Al could no longer hear him, because he had been knocked unconscious by the strong stimulation. Seeing this situation, Tyrion reached out and tore a few branches from the side to cover Al. After doing all this , he turned and left without hesitation.

This decisiveness stunned Rogelio, and he asked:

Is it okay to leave him here like this?

Do you still want to take him back to the camp?

Tyrion moved his shoulders and asked:

Our camp does not allow foreigners to enter. As for this knight, if he is lucky enough to activate his self-healing ability, he will definitely survive. If he fails to activate, the poisonous blood of the troll will disappear without a sound. Killing him in time is his fate, and fate...is never something we need to consider.

Compared with the life and death of a human knight, we have more important things to do! Rogge, you send a brother to Durnholde Castle, tell the lord that Southshore Town was attacked... and then return to the camp to host Affairs, no one is allowed to enter the camp until I return! Do you understand?

Obey! Captain!

Ten minutes later, 100 heavily armed rangers were already riding on the Quel'dorei warhorses provided by the camp. This kind of warhorse was developed by a Quel'Thalas mage who tried to domesticate warhorses among the high elves thousands of years ago. The result is that it has stronger endurance than human war horses, can carry more weight, and is more expensive.

Selente, raise the Phoenix flag!

Tyrion was riding on his white horse. Behind him, Serent Firewing, the captain of the first team of Farstriders, silently planted a fiery red phoenix banner on the saddle of the horse. Not a ostentatious symbol.

The Phoenix Battle Banner itself is a magical item. When they approached South Sea Town, if Lor'themar Theron was not dead, he would naturally receive the news of their arrival.

Let's go!

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The rein in Tyrion's hand flicked down, with short black horns growing on top of his head, and the Quel'dorei war horse, like a legendary unicorn, neighed, carrying the knight behind him towards the southeast of the hill. Nanhai Town advanced rapidly.

On the other side, on the wharf of Southsea Town, the ranger captain Lor'themar Theron, who was wearing red chain armor and a fiery red phoenix cloak on his back, was holding a huge golden bow engraved with the emblem of the phoenix. Specially made armor-piercing arrows, this silent ranger's shooting action is not fast, but every time he shoots, it will bring out a storm-like sound.

Compared with 4 years ago, he grew a beard, and he looked much more mature and indifferent, and every time the sound of bowstrings sounded, there would be a boat full of green-skinned orcs on the turbulent sea in front of him. The boat capsizes on the war-torn sea.

He is performing ultra-long-range precise sniping, a skill that only true elite rangers can master, and beside him, a shooting formation composed of more than 20 Quel'Thalas rangers who can persist in fighting Suppressed the orcs frantically flocking to the port steps like a tide.

In front of the stairs, the heroic human knights, led by General Gavinrad, stood guard at the entrance of the port. Although their companions were cut down by the orcs' crazy throwing axes every second, they never retreated a step.

Because they can't return!

There are more than 1,000 wounded and 150 tired priests in the entire South Sea Town. Once the defense line breaks through, it will inevitably be a horrific massacre. When the decisive battle between the human alliance and the orc tribe is about to start, such a massacre will kill the army. Morale knocked down the dust.

The port of Nanhai Town, which can accommodate 7 ships at the same time, has been completely shrouded in burning smoke. The wreckage of the ignited ship floats alone in the water, and under the overturned orc canoe, there are also hideous corpses of invaders slowly sinking into the sea. .

It's like a disgusting pot of offal soup.

On the sea farther away, a dilapidated battleship was flying the flag of the orc tribe. Since it was far away, it was not clear which tribe of orcs it was, but the red dangling on the flag was like blood. Yin Hong.

That thing is like a platform on the sea, continuously sending orc soldiers with green skin, ferocious expressions, two snow-white fangs at the corners of their mouths, thick nostrils, and black hair to the boat. The rough tribes tried to , infiltrate and destroy the defense of South Sea Town!

Too bad! The situation is too bad!

Struggling to cut down an orc warrior, the general stopped attacking and took a breath. He looked worriedly at the orc wooden boats on the sea surface that were constantly capsized, and those orc warriors charged like death under the shooting of the elf rangers. , the ominousness in his heart has become heavier.

Even when Stormwind City fell, I have never seen such a crazy offensive... Today, maybe...

General! Be careful!

A knight in plate armor rushed out from the side and threw Gavinrad to the ground. At the same time, four flying axes whizzed past Gavinrad's position just now, smashing hard on the On the wooden pillars, sawdust flying all over the sky exploded. The brute force of these orcs is simply terrifying!

This also proves that being distracted in the battlefield is definitely an act of courting death!

Gavinrad's fall caused a chain reaction. He got up from the ground in a daze, and all he saw were the roaring orcs in front of him, and they were broken through the line of defense bit by bit.

The ferocious weapons of those orcs waved in the air, and their grinning faces, the smell of blood, the impact of weapons, a soldier was hit by the hammer of the orcs, and the whole person flew upside down in the air, as if there was no sound Like a dead stone, it fell to the general's feet. His pale eyes that had lost his life met the general's. The blood set off his twisted corpse, and Gavinrad's will began to falter.

There was a gap in the battle line, even though the fearless knights were shouting in unison, using weapons, heavy shields, and bodies to try to block the breach, but amidst the flying flesh and blood, amidst the screams and screams, the original Little by little, the tough line of defense was forcibly broken by the violent orcs.

Seeing that the battle line was about to collapse in the next second, Gavin Lade no longer cared about the doubts he had been thinking about before. He held the epee rather tragically, and was about to rush forward to fight these damned invaders who destroyed his hometown. fight!

Kill! Kill! Kill all these green skins!

For the alliance!!

The roaring battle cry replaced the command at this moment, and all fighters, regardless of humans and orcs, started the most brutal and craziest fight.

And just ten seconds after Gavinrad rushed into the battlefield, the ranger captain Lor'themar, who had been silent for a long time and even used gestures instead of arranging tactics, suddenly shouted:

Humans! Back! Quick! Support is coming!

Support? Where do we have support?

Gavinrad had this thought in his mind, but as Lor'themar, there was no need to lie to him, not to mention that the elves couldn't escape even if the battle line was breached.

So the next moment, under Gavinrad's order, the soldiers retreated into the depression inside the port in unison. When the orcs saw the difficult human knights retreating, they roared excitedly and waved their swords. The ferocious and brutal weapons were about to rush up to kill all directions, but they were stopped in place by the arrows shot by the elves.

And at the same moment, a flaming phoenix flag suddenly stood up on the beach on the other side of the coast of South Sea Town. Tyrion rode on a horse, holding the battle flag, and rushed to the other side of South Sea Town. As soon as he glanced at the slope of the hill, he saw the predicament facing the port less than 300 yards away.

At this moment, the silent Lor'themar held up his swollen left hand, with five fingers separated, representing some kind of coordinate indication among the Farstriders!

Tyrion's clear voice also sounded in the smoke of the battlefield, and fell on the ears of the exhausted alliance soldiers, just like the most beautiful sound of nature:

Rangers! The farthest projectile formation!

Send the damn orcs back to their hell! Shoot!

Let’s count the votes~Come and count the votes~ Let’s explain here, I saw a brother asking about the timeline, this is the 5th year of the Dark Portal, the first war ended a year ago, and the time when the second war is about to start , I also want to explain in advance that the identity of our protagonist is the first-generation death knight, an old guy from the same generation as Talon Gorefiend, and the well-known Lich King Arthas is the second-generation death knight. And players, according to the timeline, belong to the third generation of death knights...the first generation is the weakest, the second generation is the strongest, and the third generation is average.