Azeroth’s Death Track

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Flying at high altitude may seem elegant, but it actually doesn't feel good.

In the absence of protection, during the rapid flight, the operator can't even open his eyes, and the rapid flight at high altitude will bring about an extreme drop in temperature. For fragile human beings, this is an unbearable torture .

Therefore, although the Wildhammer dwarves are willing to hand over the method of taming griffins to humans, few humans can learn it, and only a small number of humans can easily control griffins to fly in the air like dwarves with rough skin and thick flesh.

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Tyrion was riding behind the huge Bone Griffin. No matter the surrounding cold or the crazy wind, he couldn't affect the death knight's vision. He was already dead, so he wouldn't feel the cold, and the death energy entangled around him was even worse. Let the strong wind cannot shake his body.

Behind him, there are 7 bone griffins lined up. This is the prey they got in the last hunt in the hills and the Hinterlands. For ordinary orcs, a large beast like a griffin may be very difficult. Dealing with it, but for dark rangers who specialize in ejaculation, they can easily hunt such aerial raptors with simple cooperation.

This killing of griffins quickly attracted the attention of the Wildhammer dwarves, but when Kurdran Wildhammer rushed to the scene of the incident in anger, Tyrion had already brought his Dark Blade Knights They set off, but the Wildhammer Griffin Riders who couldn't find the culprit could only cast their anger on the innocent orcs. On that day, at least 4 orc outpost camps were destroyed by the angry Griffin Riders.

That had nothing to do with Tyrion, though.

As the leader, Tyrion sat alone on a bone griffin. Behind him, Glokush and Celent shared a griffin. The 4 dark rangers who survived the battle were scattered on the two griffins. The remaining 4 griffins were packed full of 12 death knight recruits, they were new members carefully selected by Tyrion.

He only wants those guys who are skilled in manipulating death energy. In fact, Tyrion doesn't trust the loyalists of these great chiefs. At critical moments, they are still used as victims and cannon fodder.

Tyrion's thinking is very clear. His Dark Blade Knights don't need too many knights in the early stage. Small-scale, elite operations are more in line with his requirements. After all, his destination is not the battlefield in the northern border of the mainland. , at this moment, the less they attract attention, the better for them to fish in troubled waters.

We've been flying non-stop for 2 days...

Glokush's slightly tired voice sounded in Tyrion's mind: How long will it take?

The dead will not feel the exhaustion of the body, but the exhaustion of the soul cannot be eliminated. Many people think that the dead do not need sleep after being resurrected. In addition, they also need a short sleep every day to let the soul get rid of fatigue.

Of course, this time is very short, it only takes 1-2 hours to fully recover, and their sleep is more like a kind of torture. When they fall into the state of soul rest, the past memories will fill the minds of the undead, and it is like It was Glokush's painful process, experiencing the fresh life in the past in the dream, and at the moment of waking up, the cruel reality will make the undead very painful, that is the real torture.

We have reached Stratholme in the heart of Lordaeron...

Tyrion lowered his head and discerned the terrain around him. He replied in his soul:

Soon, soon we will reach Eversong Forest.

He raised his head, and in the eclipsed vision, he could vaguely see a fiery red color on the ground in the distance. It was the maple leaves of Eversong Forest that dyed the earth red. This season is the most beautiful in Quel'Thalas. when.

And now, he will return to his former hometown in another form... What a cruel thing.

Two hours later, the terrifying bone griffin flapped its wings, and under the command of the new owner, it slowly landed on the edge of the Eversong Forest. From a high altitude, this continuous red forest is almost full of the high elf kingdom Kui. In the land of Erthalas, the high elves inherited the elegance of the elf empire that was destroyed ten thousand years ago. They like the red maple tree very much and regard it as the most beautiful scenery.

And at this season, it happens to be the time when the maple leaves are falling. From a distance, the whole of Quel'Thalas seems to be covered by fiery red scenery, full of the unique style of the elf kingdom, and a touch of twilight. scenery.

The orc camp here is easy to find. On the southeast side of the huge Eversong Forest, there is a hill not covered by maple leaves. It is one of the last two strongholds of the Amani trolls. It is closer to Quel'Thalas. To the northeast of the core area is the holy land of these barbaric creatures - Zul'Aman, which is a temple that has existed longer than Silvermoon City, the capital of the high elves.

The orc's camp is located in the forest not far from the troll stronghold. The invaders from another world don't care about the magnificent beauty of Quel'Thalas. Since they arrived here, during the half month, Frantically cutting down the surrounding trees, a large-scale camp has been established.

These bastards!

Jumping off the bone griffin, Tyrion heard the scolding of Serente behind him. Although he was dead and the shackles of the past were severed by the cold reality, it was obvious that Serente saw his former hometown being destroyed in this way. , his cold heart was still filled with anger.

In fact, it wasn't just him, the four silent dark rangers, and even Tyrion himself felt very uncomfortable seeing the deforested and bare land around him.

Yo, look who this is! The new hero of the Horde, Tyrion Dawnblade is back!

A strange and hazy sound came from the gate of the camp. The moment he heard the sound, Glokush's hand was on the handle of the ax behind his back, but Tyrion held it tightly.

Not yet! Patience...

His voice temporarily calmed Grokush's roiling hatred, Tyrion looked up, and saw the old Gul'dan, wearing his iconic shadow hood, holding a staff full of skeletons, towards As they approached, beside him stood the tall Twilight's Hammer chieftain Cho'gall the ogre, and the orc Warlord Varok Saurfang.

Let's welcome it!

Gul'dan clapped his hands in a fiddly manner, and behind him, the two-headed ogre, Cho'gall, also clapped his hands. There were silly smiles on both heads, but behind the silly smile was a Very unique soul.

I bring what you lost, Gul'dan!

Facing Gul'dan's malicious ridicule, Tyrion stretched out his hand. In his black gauntlet, a broken fang was so dazzling.

That was the fang that he smashed down with his own hands that day. It belonged to Gul'dan. The moment he saw this fang, Gul'dan's gaze became fierce, and his dark red eyeballs pulsated. There was undisguised malice, but with his cheek missing a fang, it looked weird no matter how you looked.

I'll watch you! Tyrion, don't let me get you!

Gul'dan stretched out his finger and pointed directly at Tyrion, not hiding his hostility at all:

If you do anything to betray the tribe, I will take out your soul and make you miserable!

Faced with this kind of hostility, Tyrion did not answer. After death, he was used to speaking with actions rather than words. He set his sights on the silent orc warlord Saurfang, watching this man hacked to death with his own hands. After killing his own murderer, Tyrion was very calm and didn't have much hatred.

But the two people with their eyes facing each other can guess that if they really take the necessary step, there will only be one person left between the two...

On the orders of the great chief, I will support you trash!

Tyrion said in a cold voice:

Almost 20 days have passed, and with the help of the Amani trolls, you haven't invaded the hinterland of Quel'Thalas, which makes Orgrim very disappointed!

Facing this kind of questioning, Saurfang's expression was not good, he coughed lightly, turned sideways, and made a please gesture.

The situation is a bit complicated. We have been victorious on the battlefield, and now most of the Eversong Forest has fallen into our hands. It's not that we don't want to invade Quel'Thalas, but we can't...

Come on, I will explain to you the current terrible situation!

On the other side, the royal capital of Quel'Thalas, the magnificent city of magic, Silvermoon City.

This city was established 6,800 years ago in the holy land of the trolls after the first sun king of Quel'Thalas, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, expelled the trolls here. The first royal city of the elves.

After more than 6,000 years of development, this city has become a symbol of the high elves. It is larger than the largest human city, King City of Lordaeron. In fact, more than 70% of the high elves live in this city. The ones below are scattered in the large and small manors of Eversong Forest and Silvermoon Forest.

These manors do not mean lowly, in fact, being able to live in the outlying manors is a status symbol.

For example, the Windrunner family who served as the Ranger General of Quel'Thalas for generations lived in the Tower of the Windrunner in the Eversong Forest far away from Silvermoon City. In addition, there are also mages created by the highly developed mage civilization of the high elves. Towers, also scattered throughout the borders of Quel'Thalas, come to guard the country.

But now, in just 20 days, almost the entire territory of Eversong Forest, which is the outskirts of Quel'Thalas, has fallen. This is enough to alarm the small number of high elf society.

The commoners gathered in Silvermoon City anxiously, whispering stories about those terrible orcs, while the big shots gathered in the palace of the Sun King, discussing real military affairs in response to the brutal invasion of orcs and trolls .

Prince Kael'thas is lobbying the human nations in Dalaran, trying to get them to allocate part of their troops to support us.

Ranger General Liresa Windrunner, the female general with outstanding achievements sat in front of the palace, facing the members of the Silvermoon Council, she said loudly:

The previous wars have shown that the ranger troops alone cannot resist the orcs who are more savage than the trolls. Although the mage troops can suppress them, they can only keep them in the Eversong Forest. Our number of soldiers is too small. There is no way to launch a counterattack!

We need human soldiers who can confront the orcs head-on. With their help, we can easily expel those orcs! We can even solve the Amani trolls that have plagued us for thousands of years at once!

But that means we need to be allied with humanity again!

A member of the Silvermoon Council, Archmage Darkan Drashir waved his left arm, and his luxurious black robes danced in the air. He stood up and faced the current Sun King Ana who was sitting on the throne. Starrian said:

I don't believe in the human kingdom, they are not the same as their glorious ancestors! The human kingdom is divided little by little under our noses, and we all know why the first human empire collapsed...their desires , their arrogance and their irrational leaders push us away from them.

The archmage's voice was indifferent, full of high elves' unique arrogance:

I can almost foresee that once we join the alliance, the human kingdom will continue to ask us to send precious power into their army, and our soldiers will be treated as sacrifices to win the victory for the human kingdom... just half a year Like Tyrion who died before Dawnblade! When he and his rangers fell to death, I didn't see any human beings who took the initiative to lend a helping hand!

The number of elves is too small compared to humans. Once invaded by their culture and beliefs, our country has almost no resistance! This is an unwise choice!

shut up!

General Liresa, who has always been calm, became extremely angry when she heard Tyrion's name. Her beautiful eyes stared at Darkan, causing the latter to take a step back subconsciously:

Don't mention that sad name... You are right, but Councilor Darkan, your reasoning cannot help Quel'Thalas drive out the orcs. Compared to the troubles we will encounter later, we should Focus now! We need human help! That's all!

Then talk to them!

King Anasterian, who was sitting on the throne and did not speak, stretched out his hand to interrupt the tit-for-tat of the ministers, and said softly:

Tell the humans, we will consider joining the Alliance, but we must first see their sincerity... They must prove in war that they are still as noble as their ancestors, otherwise, Quel'Thalas will not renew the promise .”

Before they respond, stick to the enchantment of Bandinorel! General Liresa! The frontline battle is up to you!

Obey! Sun King!