Azeroth’s Death Track

Here they come.

Outside the only stone bridge connecting Tiragarde Strait and Drustvar, the colonel of the Proudmoore Admiralty put down the binoculars in his hand. In the shining sunlight, on the other side of the bridge, on the land full of dark curses and superstitious forces, a fearsome and disgusting army is marching.

They were covered with black light, just like the battle clothes bestowed by the shadows, they silently appeared from behind every tree, and then driven by a higher power, they left their resting land and moved towards the world of the living all the way.

Go and report to Ms. Catherine!

The colonel grabbed the musket at hand, and behind him were 2,000 soldiers mobilized from Daelin's Gate. They were fully armed, holding halberds and great shields, Kul Tiran navy green robes and unique round The helmets and the tall figures made them look full of threats, but both the colonel and the soldiers knew very well that once the undead crossed the border, these 2000 people alone would not be able to stop them no matter what.

The orderly riding on the majestic sea-maned warhorse pulled up the reins and quickly ran to the hills and mountains behind him, from Drustvar to Boralus, the largest port city in Kul Tiras. It's been a long road, but since the Second World War, some Wildhammer dwarves migrated to Kul Tiras, where they also formed the Griffon Guard belonging to the Kul Tirans.

In the flapping wings of the sky, the news of the enemy's arrival was sent back to the huge city behind from the seven observation points of the Tiragarde Strait almost simultaneously, and on the frontline battlefield, when the first trembling undead skeleton stepped on The moment he stepped onto the solid stone bridge, a hint of ferocity flashed in the captain's eyes, and he swung his arm down.

Blow it up!

boom

The stone bridge, which had stood between the two lands and had a history of more than thousands of years, was completely destroyed in the explosion of a huge amount of gunpowder and in the flames of bricks and stones.

The undead have no passage on land, they can only stagger from the rushing deep water trying to cross this narrow strait, but on both sides of the strait, the artillery transported to the second place is already in place, under the orders of the commanders , The scorching shells whizzed and smashed towards the brainless undead in front of them. Every explosion could set off huge waves, and every explosion could shatter those fragile walking corpses.

But even so, the number of undead remains unabated.

The dead who have been sleeping in Drustvar for nearly 3,000 years have been awakened, plus most of Drustvar's transformed soldiers, the number of enemies is needless to say, it will definitely be a desperate situation for the living. number.

It was like white bones moving forward, and soon, the narrow strait was already covered with white bones, and the bones that poured into the icy water were crowded together, and even the flow was blocked.

The warriors of the island country have only heard of the undead frenzy on the mainland. In the stories of the merchants full of fear, those weak skeletons formed a powerful army that no one could resist, just like the howling tide, crazy drown everything.

In the past, the island warriors who claimed to be the sons of the sea dismissed it. They were familiar with the real tide, and they worshiped the tide. In their cognition, there is no power that is more frightening than the angry sea, but now ...they saw it with their own eyes.

The tidesages who came to support from the army teamed up to set off huge waves in the narrow strait, and washed all the bones and undead who set foot on the Tiragarde Strait into the sea for the first time, crushing them completely in the crazy vortex , but in less than 5 minutes, the entire canyon was once again filled with pale bones, and the omnipotent tide could not stop them.

Between lightning and thunder, the dark clouds in the sky gathered. Under the call of the tide sages, the thunder and lightning that fell from the sky struck the strait. The blue current was like a greedy electric snake in the water, trying to swallow everything, but ...Even such an attack like a natural disaster, still can't stop them.

They are like the most silent stones, advancing silently, dying silently, using their cursed life silently to open the way forward for the compatriots behind them, and nothing can stop them who are fearless.

Fire! Fire!

The captain's voice became hoarse from shouting, and his face became paler and paler. All the artillery deployed on the defense line had been aimed at the sea of ​​undead in the canyon, but even the scorching shells rained down, But it still can't stop those weak bones who are more united than living people.

And just as the first artillery was unable to fire due to overheating, a hoarse cry sounded from the flanks of the army formation.

On the sea! There are people on the sea!

The captain of the navy suddenly turned his head, and saw on the other side of the coastline, among the pale beams of light illuminated by the mottled clouds in the sky, a black knight order was standing silently on the turbulent sea, because the tide sage Under the sky that turned into lightning and thunder, the ghostly black knights rode on the majestic necromancer horses. At their feet, the ruthless sea water turned into the strongest ice.

The sky is changing... On the ever-extending ice, ghost-like death knights began to charge silently. They held the two-handed halberds that Drustvar's guards were best at, but At this time, the halberd lingering with dark power was already covered with beating runes of the dead.

Turn the cannon!

The commander of the coastline army shouted in a sharp voice, but the next moment, the captain of the navy took a deep breath, and he drew out the mottled command knife at his waist. Behind him, the Proudmoore family from Norvington Manor The knights have already formed a charge formation.

That's too late.

The colonel looked at the huge knights rushing towards him, and he muttered to himself:

It's too late...Let's retreat! Tell Ms. Catherine the news of our defeat...Unless the fleet commanded by His Majesty Dailin returns,...there will be no hope for this land.

Everyone stared blankly at the supreme commander on the army formation. Under his orders, the artillery and infantry began to quickly deploy explosives and prepare to evacuate under the command of the commander, while the tide sages chanted Teleportation magic.

The next moment, the captain of the Navy, who was over half a century old, suddenly raised the command knife in his hand and shouted loudly:

For Kul Tiras! Charge with me!

He screamed hoarsely, his pale face gleaming with a desperate fight. Behind him, the warriors of Kul Tiras clenched their weapons and rushed out of the camp with the colonel's horse, and they followed closely behind.

The green Kul Tiras battle flag was planted on the knight's back. Amidst the neighing of the majestic sea-maned warhorse, on the coastline already contaminated by the energy of death, and amidst the raging tide of the sea, the knights of the living and the dead did not hesitate. They bumped into each other mercilessly, courage and cruelty, roar and silence, amidst the people on their backs, the colonel roared and fought left and right, and the mottled command knife in his hand swept down, chopping the head of the death knight in front of him into the air.

But the next moment, a sharp and cold halberd pierced his heart from behind. Marshal Everly Reed looked at the struggling colonel on his halberd, and then looked back at the living people who had stepped into the portal , his gray eyes were full of calm, and in the sky behind him, the Dark Blade Valkyrie, flapping her black wings, had floated to the ground. Under her call, these warriors who had just died in battle one by one from the brutal Stand up on the battlefield.

Behind the death knights, the detonated camp erupted with dazzling flames, swallowing hundreds of skeletons at once, but for the silent sea of ​​undead, this loss was almost negligible.

Arrange your equipment, and follow me on! Until Boralus is captured!

Marshal Everly Reed gave instructions to the colonel in front of him. The colonel who stood up again was still a little dazed. He looked at his hands with gray eyes, felt the strange power flowing in his body, felt the He felt that he should be angry... but he had lost the ability to be angry, or in other words, purer reason forced him to accept the cruel reality.

A few seconds later, the colonel picked up his command knife from the ground, and gently wiped the cold blood off the blade. Behind him, his sea-maned warhorse was quietly standing beside its master, but the pair of blue The dark red eyes have turned into a frightening dark red.

jingle

A bronze horse bell carved with bone patterns was thrown in front of the colonel. He raised his head and looked at the death knight in front of him. The latter shrugged and said to him:

Hang it up, this is the bell that represents the arrival of death, it is a tradition to warn the living and disperse civilians...

A few minutes later, the sound of tinkling sounded on the deserted coastline. The colonel steered the horse and commanded his knights, and slowly merged into the cold and silent army in front of him. Like the white waves sweeping across the Tiragarde Strait, it slapped violently in the direction of Daelin's Gate.

At this time, on the majestic city wall of Boralus City, Lady Catherine in a white robe put down her binoculars with a pale face. Black gunpowder smoke rose, and the soldiers of that fortress were struggling to resist the undead who came up from all directions.

But the speed of the undead was too fast. In less than five hours, a quarter of the land in Tiragarde Strait fell into their hands.

It is true that Kul Tiras, as a sea power, did not deploy too many military forces on the mainland, especially when the Arathi Highland battlefield in the Eastern Continent was imminent, many local forces were sent to the front lines of the empire. But now, at this most vulnerable time point, the cunning undead caught them by surprise.

Now that Dailin Proudmoore is leading the army with Prince Drake, the person in charge of Boralus is King Dailin's queen, Ms. Catherine Proudmoore. Although this lady comes from a noble family, she Her temper was just as stubborn and resolute as Dai Lin, which was why the king would trust her with his country.

But now, Ms. Catherine's hands are firmly grasping the edge of the city wall, her brain is running fast, but she can't find even a way to save Dailin's Gate.

Time to make a decision, ma'am!

Behind Ms. Catherine, Cyrus, the former great knight and now the harbor master of the city, put on his former armor again, holding a big sword in his hand, and defended Catherine. He said in a deep voice:

The warriors at Dailin's Gate stayed there voluntarily. Their sacrifices were to protect the civilians from evacuating to Boralus safely. Don't let the sacrifices of the warriors go to waste! Now, how to protect Boralus, That's what you should be thinking about the most!

I'm at a loss, Cyrus.

Ms. Catherine said with a pale face: All of this came too suddenly. We only got the news of the possible attack of the undead the day before yesterday. Today, these undead seem to appear out of nowhere, occupying our land and slaughtering our soldiers. , and we...we don't know anything about them, didn't the letter sent back by Dai Lin say that the recruitment of the undead also takes time?

The lady pointed hysterically at the gunpowder smoke in the sky in front of her eyes:

But look now, Cyrus, look at the battlefield, they only took two days to conscript hundreds of thousands of undead... How did they do it!

The low-level bones may not take too much time. I have noticed that the number of death knights in this army is very small. Maybe they lack time to recruit strong enough knights, but this is our chance! Ma'am!

The big knight analyzed in a calm voice:

Although there are many bones, it is impossible for the undead to break through Boralus by relying on the bones. We still have two fleets that will arrive in Boralus Harbor soon. In addition to the two fleets commanded by His Majesty Dailin, we can only It needs to last until the four fleets gather together... At that time, no matter how many undeads there are, they will be blasted to pieces by the ruthless naval guns.

No one can challenge the Armada of Kul Tiras...nor can the undead!

Hold on...yes, hold on!

Ms. Catherine slowly calmed down under the analysis of the big knight. She looked at the land that was no longer peaceful, and clenched her fists:

The road from Tiragarde Strait to Stormsong Valley is still in our hands, send a messenger to ask Lord Stormsong to send all the warriors to Boralus... and then send a signal to Tandred , to my son, tell him to bring our fleet back as quickly as possible!

Bring my sword, Cyrus!

Ms. Catherine took a deep breath to calm herself down. She turned her head and said to the great knight beside her:

Let all the soldiers go up the city wall! I will stand here with them, and support them until Dai Lin returns. My husband will not let us down. He has never let us down...

Kul Tiras will not fall, at least today, it will not!