Azeroth’s Death Track

The terrain of the world of Azeroth has changed several times in history, usually accompanied by disasters. Ten thousand years ago, after the night elves detonated their own Well of Eternity in order to fight against the Burning Legion, this continent was permanently destroyed. The two largest continents are separated on both sides of the world, and there is a land of eternal frost located at the North Pole of the world.

But this is not all the land in the whole world. There are also some islands. For example, on the vast South China Sea, there are dotted islands. On the golden sea road of civilization, in these islands, islands that are different from the mainstream civilization have sprouted. culture.

And at the place where the Well of Eternity exploded, it is said that the area where the real world was washed away formed a strange maelstrom, which is the most majestic natural wonder that can be found on the endless sea. In the circulation of a giant vortex the size of a city, it is injected into another vast space under the world.

According to superstitious legends of sailors, there is the entrance to the abyss of Hell.

But this is not the case. There is indeed a secret in the maelstrom, but it has nothing to do with the abyss of Hell... And on the sea to the east of the maelstrom, there is an archipelago that is slightly smaller than the mainland. Those that existed in ancient times Civilization, on this undisturbed archipelago, lives its own quiet life.

However, now that the whole world is beginning to be disturbed, this kind of quiet life probably won't last long.

Look, there, above the clouds! A golden demiplane invisible to mortals.

In the easternmost part of the Broken Isles, among the mountains and land called Stormheim, Varimathras, the dreadlord disguised as a human explorer, pointed to the sky at the end of the mountains and said to his companions:

Valagall, the Hall of Valor above the clouds, according to the records in the book of Cassanatyr, it is the area where the Titan Guardian Odin was sealed, and the Shield of Aggramar, one of the Pillars of Creation, was also hidden There, that's our goal.

It seems difficult to get in, we have to think of other ways.

Another dreadlord Balnazar scratched his chin, a cunning light flashed in his eyes:

I heard that the lord of the hell and abyss in this world, that is, Hela, the god of death, has a deep hatred with Odin. Maybe we can use this hatred. Tsk tsk, I like hatred the most. As long as this thing is used well , is simply invincible.”

Well, I thought so too.

Varimathras snorted, and he threw a dark green Legion Waymark Stone between the mountains and forests not far away. Just a moment later, above the sky of Stormheim, a dark green Legion Gate Just as the vortex-shaped evil energy dissipated, it slowly took shape.

This place doesn't have the devil's dark blade undead coming to make trouble. The strength of the legion can be gathered here. Another pillar of creation is on the highest mountain above the mountains. The sea of ​​demons of the legion can be pushed all the way... .Uh, wait, why did Malganis's soul suddenly return to the Twisting Nether? What's going on? Shouldn't it gather the remaining power in the northern border?

A trace of surprise flashed across Varimathras's face. He looked back at Bannazar behind him. The latter closed his eyes, as if he was in a difficult communication with his companion among the stars. Several minutes later, Bannazar Zaal wiped the sweat from his brow, turned to Varimathras and said:

The undead of the dark blade rushed into the northern border. Malganis provoked the death lord under the command of Tyrion in Stratholme City, but was killed by the other party... The Cult of the Cursed God under it was also killed by the undead of the dark blade. It's all in one pot... tsk tsk, these dead people are really ruthless.

Dry!

Varimathras swears, he looks back at the demons rushing out from the gate of the legion, and said with a vicious and distorted expression:

Since the appearance of Tyrion and his Dark Blade, this world has become more and more evil. We have to find a way to divert their attention. Speaking of which, can we still contact Maronos? What is the Muscle Breaker doing now?

Wait a minute, I'll contact Bernholer, that old guy is now being sent to the hinterland of Kalimdor.

Bannazar took out a legion communication stone, and a moment later, Bainholler's upper body appeared on top of the communication stone in the form of light and shadow. The cunning dreadlord looked at his companion and said softly:

Maronos and its demon army have entered Felwood, and now I am with it. We have built a line of defense here called Shadow Fort. Is your operation going well?

It's hard to say now.

Varimathras said to his compatriots in another continent:

Now that the positions of the two Pillars of Creation have been determined, we are trying to find a way to infiltrate them, but it is best not to turn the attention of other forces now, so, can you find a way to attract their attention?

You mean, let's go to die?

Bernholler said dissatisfiedly:

The demigods who are as powerful as Manornos can't break through the obstacles of the night elves. If you rush out in all directions, you will easily fall into the trap of those cunning guys. Besides, that stupid big man won't listen My, abyss lords are all ghosts doing their own way.

No no no!

Varimathras shook his head, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and he reminded:

I mean, do you remember those orcs? I heard that they are now active on the east coast of Kalimdor. The blood they drank was the blood of Maronorth's rage. They thought they were free. No, but it's not like that, as long as they are tempted to drink the blood of Mannoroth again...you will instantly have hundreds of thousands of brave orc servants in Kalimdor...you understand me mean?

Well, this is a good way worth trying, I know...wait for the news.

A flash of light flashed in Bainholler's eyes. It hung up the communication stone. Varimathras and Balnazar looked at each other. Afterwards, the two dreadlords who had sneaked into the Broken Isles looked back. Behind them, between the land and mountains of Stormheim, a demon army has slowly formed.

Even better, the world outside of the Broken Isles has become a mess, and no one will disturb their digging work anymore.

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With the order of the King of the Dark Blade, the entire battle group in the northern border has entered the final state of war. Although due to some mistakes within the Dark Blade, the portal self-rescue operation of the Human Empire was not caught by the undead in time. It was discovered, but based on the current results of the battle, the dark blade battle group that has come out in full force is still full of gains.

In less than a day, they captured Andorhal, Lordaeron, Stratholme, and Eagle's Nest Mountain. Although most of the civilians have left through the portal, there are still some remaining people who were killed by the Dark Blade. The capture, especially Stratholme, where civil strife broke out, gave the Dark Blade Legion a big gift of 60,000 civilians at one time.

At this moment, under the leadership of the commander, the Dark Blade soldiers in the northern border have rushed to the last human stronghold on that land, which is the Whispering Coast in the north of the Tirisfal region of Lordaeron. The site of a megaport where civilians were transported by the Empire's last sea power.

It is said that after Prince Alsace brought the last refugees from Lordaeron to gather there, the number of civilians waiting to be transported by the Imperial fleet at that port has reached more than 1.5 million, which is already comparable to the population of Stormgard. up.

However, the flames of war in the interior of northern Xinjiang did not seem to have spread to the entrance of northern Xinjiang, which is the Arathi Highland where the Human Empire and the Dark Blade Legion once confronted each other.

Although the death lord Danas Trollbane who is stranded here has two battle groups of Hellfire and Storm, it only needs a wave of all charges to destroy Stromgarde, which has been devastated by demons and is weak. It was completely taken down, but the death lord who went his own way has never issued an order for a general attack.

The soldiers of Dark Blade had completely besieged Stromgarde from three directions a few days ago. The dead huddled in the deepest part of the dilapidated castle.

His Majesty Galin Trollbane and his loyal soldiers stayed in this dead ground that had lost 70% of its defensive capabilities. There were still enough living supplies, but after witnessing the battle of demons wreaking havoc on the human land, Their morale was already low.

But even so, no one offered to surrender. No one wanted to surrender. This is not a war between kingdoms. Even if you surrender, you will only lose honor and land. This is a war between the living and the dead. Complete loss of everything, even the most precious life.

But after the seemingly stupid move of defending the castle, in addition to showing the strength and honor of the Stormgard Kingdom, the young King Garin actually had another plan.

At this time, on the bay post behind Stromgarde, two knights were manipulating binoculars, looking vigilantly at the sea surface in the wetland area behind them. They held pocket watches in their hands and kept counting the time, as if they were waiting for some something happens.

Why haven't you come yet?

A soldier whispered: Do you think we can really trust those people? After all, they are just a bunch of stinky pirates exuding a disgusting smell...Why does His Majesty trust them so much?

Don't be stupid, Corporal.

Another veteran scolded. He took the binoculars and searched the sea surface carefully. He said:

The king doesn't trust those pirates either, but we have nothing else to do.

The young soldier took out a red sausage from his back pocket, and while eating, he said curiously to the veteran:

I heard from my parents about the covenant between the Trollbane family and the Blackwater pirates since I was a child. I thought it was a lie, but I didn't expect it to be a real story... But will those pirates really fulfill the covenant? ?”

Well, who knows?

The veteran sighed:

After all, it was more than 100 years ago. It is said that because of some special events, the king kindly allowed the pirates who were in trouble to rest in the Gulf of Defar and allowed them to use this hidden bay as a supply point. In the past 100 years, Those pirates stop here from time to time, and the royal family does have people who deal with them, but most of the time it’s just some information exchange.”

Those pirates will occasionally give some gifts to the king, but it's really hard to tell if they risk offending the undead to meet the last legion of the Kingdom of Stormgard... Wait, on the sea, south! Look over there, is that a ship?

Hearing the old soldier's order, the young soldier hurriedly stuffed the red sausage in his mouth into his mouth. While chewing, he turned the binoculars to the south. He carefully adjusted the magnification of the binoculars. After a while, the young soldier shouted:

No, that's not a ship... that's... that's a fleet! Flying the flag of the Blackwater Pirates, by the light of the Lord, they're really coming!

In the sight of the young soldiers, a fleet composed of nearly 30 large and small ships is rushing along the wetlands to the Defar Bay of Stromgarde. The white splashes of the fleet across the sea are It is so clear, and the black water flag hanging on the mast of the fleet, in the past, this pirate flag can only make people feel anger and fear, but today, it strangely represents hope.

Go and inform His Majesty! Reinforcements are coming!

While frantically raising a strange black flag to the sentry post behind the castle, the veteran shouted to the young soldier:

Let our legion get ready, we are going to evacuate! No one will die at the hands of the undead, and the legacy of Stormgard will continue!

Yes, I'm going!

Unlike the cheers of Stromgarde, on the flagship of the fleet of Blackwater Pirates sailing on the sea, a goblin wearing a sailor cap stepped on a box while playing with the binoculars in his hand, while looking at the tall, with The black-skinned tauren in the red captain's cap said:

Captain Heavy Fist... No, Mr. Heavy Fist, I don't know why you have gone crazy and insisted on saving these remnants of the human kingdom, but listen to me... the inside of the fleet is already very concerned about your deviant behavior. Dissatisfied.

Those idiots have no idea what I'm doing! Neither do you, Fisk!

The tauren captain named Heavy Fist spewed two white streams of air from his nostrils with golden nose rings. His voice was like thunder. Looking at the walls of Stromgarde, he said in a deep voice:

Buddy Moore, that damned undead bloodbathed the entire Booty Bay, Brother Cape died tragically at their hands, I must avenge my boss! Dark Blade has driven us out of Booty Bay, just like driving a Like dogs, and now, their fleet is still trying to drive us out of the South China Sea, are we just being beaten passively like this?

No! We must teach them a lesson! Let them know that the free Blackwater pirates will never bow to those damned dead!

This bloody shout caused the scum sailors on the deck to cheer one after another, and amidst the cheers, a treacherous light flashed in Mr. Punch's eyes. He lowered his voice and said to the goblin at his feet :

Of course, what's more important...His Majesty Galin is willing to spend all the gold coins in the treasury of the Kingdom of Stormgard to buy a life for him and his soldiers. We urgently need to find a powerful ally, and the Human Empire is very suitable, my friend Fisk, this rescue is actually very cost-effective, isn't it?

Tell me loudly, which tauren is the most handsome! ! ! Of course it's Mr. Punch~