Azeroth’s Death Track

kuang

Under the endless force exerted by both sides, the heavy weapons collided fiercely. Between the sharp blades, crazily dancing sparks danced in the air.

The Demon Blade Apocalypse met its old opponent, its humming was stronger than before, and it was noisy endlessly. The green plague entwined on the blade floated in the air, trying to infiltrate Lothar's body, but the Warbreaker was also protecting Looking at his master, the bronze key-like blade was entwined with tumbling flames, wrapping Lothar's body in flames, and burning those plagues to death.

The two warring parties are the two most powerful people in the Eastern Continent of Azeroth. Within their battle circle, anyone who tries to get close will be ruthlessly smashed by the back and forth energy. However, the Thoradin Bridge is very wide. Around the leader, resolute paladins and silent death knights repeatedly fought for every inch of land, and further out, the raging tide of undead was pierced by the infantrymen who came forward with their spears, and was pierced by giants. Shield pushed off the bridge deck.

Everyone is like a beast trapped in a cage, howling and fighting endlessly until the other side is completely down.

The strength of the human soldiers in their courage to defend their home and country is amazing. This is the first time that the attack of the undead has been blocked from the front in a real sense. Of course, this is also inseparable from the environment of the battlefield. The width of the battlefield It can only accommodate 100 people to pass at the same time. In this case, the undead have no way to turn their numerical advantage into the fruits of victory.

The human emperor Lothar, who fought endlessly, chose a perfect battlefield...

boom

The two weapons collided again. This time, the blades did not cut apart. The two sides were like the most primitive wrestling, using weapons to try to force each other back. Tyrion and Lothar knew very well that at the bridge During the competition, the two of them were like the flag bearers of the two camps, and any retreat by either of them would lead to disastrous consequences.

But in a pure confrontation of strength, Lothar was at a disadvantage.

After all, he has never been strengthened by dragon blood. Although Warbreaker has awakened the power of ancestors in Lothar's bloodline, even the former king of barbarians has never overwhelmed a dragon head-on in terms of strength.

boom

The ground under Lothar's feet cracked suddenly under the tremendous pressure, and while the gravel was flying horizontally, his other foot retreated again and hit the ground, making another sound like a bell.

But he still gritted his teeth, unwilling to retreat like an angry lion. Tyrion looked directly at the old face in front of him, looked at the burning eyes, and with his cloak fluttering behind him, he said softly:

You are old, Lothar!

But you are very young.

At this moment, the human emperor withdrew his sword sharply and retreated. Under the action of power, Tyrion's body staggered forward, and then was kicked in the chest by Lothar, and the whole person flew upside down, but he was in the air. After turning around, he stood firmly on the solid ground again.

The dark green magic sword was dragged behind, Tyrion reached out and touched the dent on the breastplate, his brows were raised, looking at Lothar who was waiting in full force, the Dark Blade King shook his head, and turned into The black shadow rushed into the battlefield.

Kang Bang Bang Bang

The two two-handed swords slashed wildly in the air. In this kind of single-handed battle, where both sides were powerful, all sword skills became a joke. The shortest and sharpest slash is the key to victory.

tear up

The scarlet cloak of the Dark Blade King was sliced ​​open by the sharp blade of the Destroyer, and the armor on Lothar's chest was also opened with a hideous gap by the cold blade. The two sides were like knights passing by. They turned around in front of each other's camps, and after two bangs, they collided again.

Between the two sides fighting each other with long swords and fists, Tyrion suddenly said:

Aren't you curious why I know that the battle of the bridge is beneficial to you, but I still choose to fight you here?

Hearing this, Lothar's sharp attack came to a sudden halt. This opportunity was seized by Tyrion, and the dark red death energy rushed up from the ground, trying to trap Lothar in it, but the intuition of a legendary warrior , let Lothar take a step back in an instant, avoiding this despicable sneak attack.

Why?

Lothar held the War Destroyer with both hands. In the phantom of burning flames, he stared at Tyrion. The Dark Blade King seemed to have lost interest in fighting. He couldn't hold the legendary weapon for a short time, and Lothar, who had been awakened by the power of the barbarian king, turned his attention to the scorching war that was taking place.

The advantage you choose will become the entrance to hell that ruins you!

Tyrion turned his wrist, pointing the blade of the magic sword to the ground under his feet, with a different smile on his mouth, he said softly:

I hope the stones of the Thoradin Bridge are as strong as you.

After the words fell, the sharp blade in the hand of the Dark Blade King ruthlessly pierced the stone bridge under his feet, and Lothar's eyes also fell on the stones under his feet. In the meantime, the first layer of stone wall had been peeled off, and the lower layer of stone was also covered with cracks like spider webs, which made the human emperor suddenly come back to his senses, he knew that he had been tricked.

Go back! Go back!

Lothar yelled at the brave and fearless fighters behind him, and opposite him, the powerful death energy in Tyrion's body followed the conduction of the magic sword Apocalypse piercing into the bridge, and destroyed the inside of the bridge in a destructive way. All the nodes connected by the stones run through.

bass

The long sword cut across the surface of the bridge, and the Dark Blade King looked at the Silver Hand paladins retreating in a hurry, his cold voice resounded through the sky at this moment:

It's too late! The undead will not fall to their death, but you, not necessarily!

kuang

The steel boots carved with black thorns and bones embellished stepped on the feet fiercely. The next moment, the bridge with a complete surface was like a broken bracket. The crushed stones expanded rapidly from the center to the outside. The 750 yards The long bridge became a memory of the past in just 10 seconds, and the paladins and warriors who fell with the stone could only wave their hands helplessly in the air.

Falling with them is the expressionless death knight and the skeleton undead who will not be afraid...Why should they be afraid? They will not die.

Lothar also fell from the collapse of the bridge. He raised his head and looked at the sky. On the pier, Tyrion, who was immobilizing his body with death energy, waved to him, as if saying goodbye to a friend.

But at this moment, in Lothar's heart, a huge question was also rising.

Tyrion took the initiative to destroy the only connection point between the wetland and Arathi Highlands, so how will his army reach the human position?

In the next moment, this question was answered.

hush huh

The sudden coldness in the wetland sky caused the human soldiers on the other side of the strait to shiver, and in the midst of the wandering storm, a huge amount of dark magic power was summoned by the dark magician group in the cold storm. It began to condense, and a thick ice running through the strait seemed to grow. In the growth of those black ice crystals, it appeared out of thin air, from the end occupied by the undead, towards the Arathi Highland. Rapid extension.

At the same time, the skeletons blocking the edge of the strait retreated slowly, revealing the death knights behind them who had been waiting for a long time. The backbone of the Dark Blade Legion, led by their respective lords, had already prepared to charge The moment the magic of the dark warlocks was activated, the death knights rushed onto the huge ice bridge that continued to extend.

From a distance, it looks like those black knights are leading the ice bridge forward. They don't seem to be afraid of stepping into the air and falling into the cliff below. They seem to trust their comrades very much. In the unbelievable eyes, the death knights surging like a black tide made them feel trembling even more.

The most terrible thing is that they can't fight back... The howling storm makes most of the bows and arrows unable to use, and the range of muskets is not so far. They can only watch the undead on the huge bridge made of ice, completely Breaking through the limitation of the width of the battlefield, rolling forward with the entire Dark Blade Legion released.

Such a crazy tactic, only the undead who have never been afraid of it dare to use it?

Soldiers! Array! Defensive formation!

Mages, destroy it!

The roar of the great knight Uther resounded in the human army. In fact, there was no need for the paladins to remind him. The moment the large ice cube appeared, the mages of Dalaran had already started to counter magic, but the dark warlocks There are even more of them, and some strange fallen arakkoa are mixed among them. This is the dark magician group gathered by Tyrion, and the number of spellcasters far exceeds the magician group in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas.

The quality though... so-so.

crash

Amidst the chanting of the mages, rain of flames and terrifying meteorites fell from the sky, trying to completely destroy the extended ice bridge, but before those offensive spells hit the ice bridge, they were covered by a thick layer of light. Blocked by the curtain, until then, the arch lich and his lich group hidden among the undead really showed their figures.

The cold wind blows Khadgar's white hair flying around. He stands by the strait leaning on a black guardian staff. Behind him, the Lich Delandon is maintaining the magic barrier above the ice bridge. Khadgar Calmly looking at the mages who were protected by the soldiers across the strait, he looked at the familiar violet robes on them, and he felt the fear in the hearts of those mages.

My former companions...

Khadgar raised his staff, and the power of shadow in the orc skull held in the other hand began to be drawn. At the moment when the manic magic power of the shadow became more and more frenzied, the archlich whispered:

Let me teach you a lesson...never, don't expose your magic lines in front of the lich, because I...can see it!

The voice fell, and with the waving of the guardian's staff, a dark scythe-like light curtain slanted upwards, passing across the empty sky. This blow seemed to be in vain. The moment all the mages gathered at the magic nodes in the sky, the violent and uncontrollable magic power rushed back into the bodies of the terrified mages.

boom

After an earth-shattering bang, the mage positions on the human frontline... were destroyed.

well

Looking at the human mages who were buried in the magic explosion, the Grand Lich sighed helplessly, his silver eyes were full of disappointment:

These disciples and grandchildren of Antonidas are just a group of children who are only obsessed with the power of magic. When will they really understand that the true meaning of magic is control, not simple destruction... What a pity.

With the destruction of the mage's position, no one can stop the death knights' desperate charge. At the moment when the thick ice bridge extends to the other side of the strait, the death knights who have accumulated enough kinetic energy in the charge , Facing the giant shield and spear erected by the human position, they bumped into it without fear. These defenses that would make the living cavalry feel afraid are meaningless in the eyes of the dead.

The scene that happened on the Red Ridge Mountain battlefield was repeated again in the Arathi Highlands. The bodies of the death knights became pale, as if they had escaped into the plane of ghosts. Ordinary physical attacks could no longer damage or block them. Although the duration is only a few seconds, it is enough.

boom

The death knights in the ghost state easily passed through the first barrier of human beings. After being penetrated by the thick death energy, the soldiers' bodies were covered with frost. Under the impact of the death knight, the unprepared soldiers in the second row were instantly knocked to their knees.

The entire position across the strait became chaotic in an instant, and when Lothar, who was riding a griffin back to the rear of the position, intervened in command, the screamers hidden above the clouds also received orders.

Crazy hissing sounded at this moment, and the soldiers raised their heads subconsciously, and saw a beautiful female arakkoa with blue wings and a crown descending from the sky, and behind her, densely packed, from the clouds For the screechers whose bodies were revealed, a black spiked bomb hung from each arakkoa's paws, and the direction they were thrown was in the middle of the battle array between humans and undead.

Regardless of the safety of their companions at all, under this ruthless combat command, the human positions ushered in rounds of explosions that fell from the sky. As for the Griffin Riders of the Wildhammer Dwarves...don't worry, their numbers and The arakkoa who came out in full force were not comparable at all.

The first battle, won!

Tyrion rode on a horse and led the second batch of death knights onto the solid ice bridge. His icy blue eyes were somewhat regretful, because under the leadership of Lothar, the human soldiers in the rear were defending in an orderly manner. The formation, on the second line of defense, is covered with strong sentry towers and steam tanks. In the past month or so, human soldiers have completely fortified this grassland, which means that they still occupy the advantage of the terrain.

Although they have seized the front line of the war in the Strait, to be honest, it is really difficult for the small victory at the beginning to affect the big war that will unfold in an all-round way.

Danas... Next, it's up to you.

In order to prevent a repeat of Gul'dan's plot accident last time, I would like to remind everyone in advance that the climax has not come yet, so don't get excited, I have to put Northrend, Thrall, Dailin, and the Realm of the Dead first. , Legion, a bunch of things are arranged... So, don't worry, the big climax may be after two volumes... Well, if the calculation is not bad.