Azeroth’s Death Track

Dailen! I... Drake Proudmoore, I'm here to challenge you!

The Queen Anna, whose deck was already on fire, was like a veteran at the end of the war in the turbulent sea called by the tide sage. Even though his body was covered with blood and scars, he was still unwilling to bow his head to the enemy.

The heavy flagship slammed into the floating debris on the sea ahead. As it accelerated faster and faster, the flames on the entire deck of the ship were blown and swayed backwards. The scorching flames burned the air like Like the fluttering light curtain, when most of the firepower of the entire ship has been destroyed by enemy shelling, there are too few choices left for Drake.

And the real pain burst out from the scars left by the previous shelling, which made the prince of Kul Tiras sway, and Drake's military uniform became tattered under the licking of the flames. , the blood overflowed his chest, his handsome and masculine face was covered with black ashes and scars, and the neatly combed hair was also messed up in the scorching fire and bad war.

Although embarrassed, but not humble.

He leaned on his body with a command knife. During the charge of the battleship, the prince picked up a golden pocket watch from his chest. The glass of the pocket watch had been shattered, but the magical impression of the golden girl embedded in the pocket watch case was It was still clear, as if she was always by his side.

Lucy...

Drake looked at the image of the girl, and in the eyes illuminated by the flames, a trace of regret flashed away. The exquisite pocket watch fell to the deck under his feet. When Drake raised his head again, the last thing in his heart Fear is dispelled.

sorry...

The prince uttered the last words, floating endlessly in front of his eyes, the sea filled with the roar of artillery, less than 300 meters away from the black sea kingship that looked like a big beast.

He could already see his father's expression, even those ice-blue eyes that contained nothing but contained the whole world.

The duel between father and son...is about to...

boom

Just before the two battleships were about to collide, on the seaside outside the sea, a white light pierced the billowing night like a long sword, making both Dai Lin and Drake turn their heads away, and then saw the Jaina wrapped in warm white light, that is Dai Lin's daughter, that is Drake's sister, that is a woman who is equally important to the two men who are fighting for life and death in front of them.

I don't allow...

Jaina held the pendant of the silver anchor floating in the palm of her hand, she was like the queen of light, the rippling tide surrounded her feet in a vortex, behind the slender figure , golden hair mixed with a strand of white fluttered in the air, she could feel the power echoing in her palm was about to surge to its peak, she could feel a weird door was about to open.

The princess of Kul Tiras shouted loudly at this moment:

I won't allow you to kill each other... Tenred... come back! I need you... House Proudmoore needs you! Come back and stop this!

My brother, come back!

Jaina's voice became sharper and sharper. At the final cry, the sound of mourning spread across the entire sea. The scorching sea wind suddenly rolled up at this moment, and the icy sea seemed to feel some kind of shock. The miracle that is about to appear, on the surface of the fog-wrapped open sea, a super-large, city-like maelstrom surges crazily.

In the midst of the tumbling tide like a giant beast swallowing water, behind Dai Lin's Death Soul Fleet, it seemed that a huge fleet appeared in an endless storm, slowly appearing on the sea surface in the strange wind.

It is not only the third and fourth fleets of Kul Tiras, but also those warships lost in the storms of this sea for hundreds of years, those warriors who are still alive but have been forgotten by the world, they come from the world In every corner, their hometown has even been annihilated in the flow of time, but they are still there... After the strange force stopped time, the curse of old age was completely removed.

Fleet! Listen to my orders!

Standing on the bridge of the Third Fleet's flagship Jackdaw, Tandred Proudmoore saw the battleship igniting flames and charging on the sea outside the mist the moment he entered the sea area. He couldn't see the big brother standing on the battleship, but he could see the flag hanging on the top of the battleship.

That is the flag of Kul Tiras.

There is no need to explain, no need to wait and see, the warriors who have returned from the cracks in the world already know their mission.

His sonorous voice resounded over the dead sea:

The enemy is ahead! Aim the artillery!

In the name of Kul Tiras...fire!

Boom, boom, boom, boom

The shells that hit from the rear swept across the entire Death Soul Fleet without warning, like a storm of flames. When Tenred returned with the lost fleet, Dai Lin looked back with a feeling It seemed that his fleet was attacked from the front and back, but it was not hurt. After a while, an undisguised smile flashed in the cold eyes of the admiral of Dark Blade.

It's good...it's good that Tyrion didn't lie to me...

It's all here... My sons and daughters, all are here... A family feast, it's really nostalgic!

The golden saber in Dai Lin's hand, entwined with strange darkness and blood-red light, was split into two. The moment the admiral grasped the sea evil blade, the clear night sky above everyone's heads suddenly changed suddenly. The interior has been strengthened by more than three times, and layers of dark clouds are floating on the surface of the sea, like a demon sealed by the sea is about to escape.

The King of the Seas made the sound of swallowing water. The battleship connected to Dailin's soul seemed to have just woken up at this moment. In the roar echoing in its body, the body of Admiral Darkblade was in the raging storm and darkness. Rising slowly in the mist, holding two sabers in his hands, it was like the god of the raging sea descending, and even in his eyes, there were beating sparks of the storm.

Then come on!

Come and challenge me! Descendants of Proudmoore, let me see if you are qualified...to rule the sea!

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Fate and fate, life and death, destruction and rebirth...

In the clouds thousands of meters above the Whispering Port, the two blood mages who had not seen for a long time were also the first to follow Tyrion, Salein Severn and Autumn. These two guys stayed in a leisurely manner. In the thin air and high altitude, neither participated in the tragic siege battle on the ground below, nor tried to interfere with the family gathering on the sea.

They are like observers who are outside the matter, using a kind of scrutiny, looking over the northern sky of Tirisfal, looking at this world that is full of war.

Seven slowly withdrew his eyes from the sea covered with storms and dead frost, and said with some regret:

Dai Lin is indeed a guy favored by the sea... He found the legendary relic buried deep in the dark sea of ​​light, fate and luck, tsk tsk, it really makes people... jealous.

There's nothing to be jealous of.

Autumn looked at it very openly. The blood mage who had been completely transferred to a master alchemist stretched out his hand and flicked his cuff. He said indifferently:

Those two swords are cursed. Although the holder will become the real sea demon king, they will absorb the flesh and blood of their master every time they are swung. More importantly, they have no soul. They are more barbaric than Apocalypse. Be evil...

Compared to the cursed sword, I'm more curious. Will Dai Lin show mercy to her children? I think... probably.

He will become the second Danas!

Sai Wen said in a firm voice:

The more indifferent a person is, the hotter his heart is. When our boss selects his subordinates, he actually follows his template. The so-called bird of a feather flocks together and people are divided into groups. This is the truth. Regarding the result, I have no doubts Not surprisingly.

Hush!

Seven wanted to continue, but was interrupted by Autumn. The alchemist closed his eyes, and put the ring on his finger close to his ear, as if he was listening to the voice from the ring. After a while, he turned his head and said to his companion: :

The time has come! Boss doesn't want to wait any longer... let's get started!

Tsk. Actually, to be honest.

The figures of the two blood mages began to float backwards. In the cold wind high in the sky, Seven said in the spiritual link of Salein:

It's actually quite interesting to watch such a trapped beast fight...

Restrain your bad taste.

Autumn retorted, and the next moment, the two blood mages opened their sleeves, and a series of small purple crystals flew out of their sleeves, but they did not fall into the sky immediately, but were lifted slowly by the magic power. Slowly formed a huge ring, after the last spar returned to its place, the ring composed of spar was like a complex magic circle, and at an altitude of several thousand meters, it began to emit faint light. Purple halo.

It's like a summoning array, but in fact, it's not calling for anything. On the contrary, this cumbersome thing is just for positioning, nothing more.

Wow, wow

The moment the purple ring appeared in the sky directly above Whispering Harbor, it attracted the attention of the dwarven knights in the city below. Just a few seconds later, a group of Griffon knights roared to the sky, grabbing With a small silver flying hammer, under the special power system of the Wildhammer dwarves, this small flying hammer can even make a thunderous trajectory in the sky.

But facing the roaring Griffin Knights flying up, seeing them fiercely pounce on the suspended magic circle behind, the two blood mages hovering in the air did not intend to protect the magic circle at all. In the pursuit of the griffin, it retreated quickly, as if it was afraid of what was about to appear.

At the same time, on the scorching wasteland in the southernmost part of the Eastern Continent, in the swirling halo of the Gate of Darkness that had been open for several years, a huge black hill-like object was suspended in the sky. The buildings slowly moved from the world of Draenor to Azeroth. This thing is like a real city. It flies silently. On the surface of the dark buildings, there are some ancient mural.

Underneath the smooth repaired city, thousands of polished Apexis crystals shone dimly in the continuous energy supply of the flying city core, just after entering the new world of Azeroth Within tens of seconds, the spar light under the huge flying city also changed from dull luster to lavender as if man-made.

The Dark Temple, which is the symbol of the Dark Blade Legion's rule in the world of Draenor, but wherever the shadow of the Black Fortress is shrouded, it is the land ruled by the Dark Blade.

Inside the temple, in the hall of the energy core of the floating city, a familiar figure is standing behind those busy ghosts, and in front of her is a screen carved with a huge gem, showing the scene on the battlefield at the northernmost tip of the mainland , after seeing the purple magic circle floating in the air that flashed across the screen, this tall, slender, uneven figure shook his hair.

In the flying of the hoof girl's long white hair, Yriel, who had returned from injury, gave an order in a magnetic voice.

Positioning has been completed!

Space jump begins...Target whispers shore.

For... the glory of the Dark Blade!

Wow!

At this moment, the space around the huge dark temple was distorted, and the entire city was shrouded in a layer of purple light. The magic output power of the eye of Dalaran, the core energy, was increased to the limit, and the light entering it was all suppressed. Twisted, the hair of the elite knights eternally stationed at the Dark Portal was blown, and in their peaceful gaze, the 24 magic hubs of the behemoth in the sky ignited purple flames at the same time, just like the waves rippling in the dark night Miracle.

The space-time mapping is normal! The output of the magic hub is normal! The defense layer of the fortress is normal! The space distortion is opening! The countdown is 5 seconds!

5

4

3

In the empty countdown sound of the ghost technician of Draenei, Yrel's eyes became brighter and brighter. At the end of the countdown, the death lord's eyes flickered, and the purple light illuminated the entire cursed land. In an instant, the huge mountain-like fortress in the sky still disappeared.

The surrounding space seemed to be dug through. After the Dark Temple disappeared, the space repaired itself and filled the interior, filling the air with a dark light, like an electric current.

In the sky over Whispering Harbor, the brave Griffin Knights raised their silver flying hammers. Amidst their roars, the roaring hammers brought out dazzling thunder in the air, and smashed towards the magic circle with increasingly brighter purple rays of light. , in their eyes, it seems that they have seen the scene of the magic circle being completely destroyed.

However...

Kangdang

The whistling flying hammer hit the halo-wrapped outer wall of the Dark Temple in the next second, making a low impact sound, and then, like their master, was caught in the space storm caused by the ultimate conveyor belt across the world. Easily ripped to...shreds.

Space distortion is off! City defense weapons are starting...

Amidst the screams of the enchantment guard mages in Whispering Harbor below, the purple halo surrounding the Dark Temple dissipated little by little. Everyone feels... hopelessness.

In the name of His Majesty...

Yrel looked indifferently at the purple shield propped up by the city below, and she said softly:

Destroy it...