Azeroth’s Death Track

The reinforcements from Kalimdor have arrived, the whole army is retreating! Prepare to move! Hurry up!

The heralds of Emperor Lothar conveyed the emperor's orders everywhere on the battlefield under the night. Since the Dark Blade Legion sent part of the army to Dailin's remaining fleet to resist the reinforcements from Kalimdor, the frontal battlefield also appeared This is the last chance for the exhausted human soldiers.

On the north coast near Whispering Port, another human transfer point battlefield, the battle here is as cruel as the frontal battlefield, and the commander of the war here is another great knight Tirion Fordring, and before the battle, Arthas Menethil who was sent here.

The reason why the new king of Lordaeron sticks to the north coast is very simple. The civilians evacuated from the city of Lordaeron are all here, and he no longer wants to lose anything in his grief.

After the emperor's messengers arrived here, Fording, the commander of the North Coast battlefield, not only learned the reason for the retreat, but also learned about the situation on the frontal battlefield.

The Dark Blade King appeared on the battlefield, and Emperor Lothar was held back by him!

The bloodied great knight raised his warhammer and shouted to the King of Lordaeron behind him:

Your Majesty Alsace! Please lead the people to stay here, reinforcements will come to help you evacuate soon... Kurtaz, come with me, we are going to the frontal battlefield, the Silver Hand and Terry Ang has some accounts to settle!

After finishing speaking, the great knight rushed out of the fortress with the angry dwarf paladin lord and the last paladin who were not too tired. Alsace watched as they slashed through the undead Attitude, he seemed to follow Fording to find Tyrion to settle accounts, but he couldn't.

Behind him, there are tens of thousands of his subjects, and he cannot abandon them at this time.

Thassarian, you take the guards who can still fight to help the great knight!

As soon as the new king gave an order, the young lieutenant immediately nodded, and led a group of guards to follow the footsteps of the great knight and rushed to the frontal battlefield. Less than 5 minutes after they left, the chief guard who was standing beside the king Farric discovered the weirdness of the North Coast battlefield, and he shouted loudly:

Your Majesty, look over there, the undead are retreating!

This cry made Alsace, who was resting on the city wall weary, immediately raise his head. Under the darkness in front of his eyes, the undead that surrounded the north coast were indeed slowly retreating, but not completely retreating, because there was a A strange army, advancing while the rest of the undead retreated.

Those death knights riding on skeleton horses are dressed differently from other undead. Compared with orthodox death knights, these guys are more like the guards of the human kingdom. Undead knight in armor.

The new king Arthas...I come to bid you farewell.

The undead in golden armor shouted in a hoarse and hollow voice:

Come on, come out and face me.

The voice didn't sound like anyone Alsace had heard before, and according to the current situation, he didn't need to venture out of the fort, but deep in his heart, his instinct was urging him to get out of the fort crazily, as if , this is an extremely important moment as well.

In the end, the new king, accompanied by his loyal chief guard, stood on the top of the fortress wall. He looked at the figure riding behind the golden armored skeleton horse. He frowned and shouted loudly:

Who are you?

Hehe, I have a name that you must be familiar with...

The golden-armored undead stretched out his hand, and slowly took off his helmet dotted with red feathers. The moment his thin face appeared, Alsace's fingers on the edge of the city wall tightened suddenly, and the sturdy At this moment, the stones were completely crushed by the huge force from the young king's fingers.

While he was looking at the undead, the undead was also looking at him. Under the gaze of those deep blue eyes, Arthas couldn't even say a word. Behind him, the loyal head of the guard Farric He and Marvin also looked at each other in shock. They clenched their weapons tightly, but they didn't know whether they should pull them out.

My name is...Terenas Menethil, and I am one of the forgotten kings...

Terenas, the death lord, waved his hand, and the royal guards around him who were as loyal as they were in death slowly backed away. Terenas got off his horse, reached out and took the rune-carved cup handed over by the guards. With a golden long sword, he raised his head, looked at the new king on the city wall, and beckoned to him just like he did before:

Come on, new king of Lordaeron, this is an internal matter of the Menethil family... Let us resolve it in a family way.

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The frontal battlefield is ahead, Kurtaz, can you still hold on?

The great knight Fording on the horse looked back at the dwarf paladin lord who was following behind him. Kurtaz grabbed his messy beard and said in a low voice:

Of course, Fording, don't underestimate me. I was baptized with you. I am still a powerful dwarf. I am no weaker than you.

That's good!

Fording turned his head, took a deep breath, and planned to rush all the way into the frontal battlefield, but just as they crossed the mountain between the two coasts, on the way to the battlefield in front of them, a dead, full of The armed legion happened to block them right in front of them.

Recovery

While the war horses neighed, the fast-running paladin team had to stop, because there were too many enemies in front of them.

boom

The heavy hammer and battle ax collided together, and a short but stocky figure stepped out from the guards of the death knights. He was riding on the back of a specially summoned death ram, which was covered with strong armor. , On the armor, the history of the dwarves is engraved, it is a series of miniature murals and legendary epics about the king of the mountain.

This is obviously from the hands of the top forging master.

The moment he saw the low figure on the battle sheep, the dwarf paladin lord Kurtaz exclaimed:

Hammer on... Magni!

boom

There was another sound of war hammer and battle axe. This time Fording clearly saw the sparks and lightning produced by the collision between the two weapons. In front of his eyes, the king of the copper beard dwarves was wearing a black armor cast by himself. , still wearing hideous shoulder armor embellished with a ram's head on his shoulders, and not wearing a helmet, but his golden hair has completely turned into a dark golden color, and so is his beard.

This is a battle between dwarves...Humans, get out!

Magni is not in the mood to talk too much with the living in front of him. On the one hand, it is because the dead like him instinctively hate dealing with the living again. On the other hand, he must fulfill the order Tyrion gave him so that Dark Blade The king fulfills his own promise.

Magni is very clear that whether that promise can be fulfilled is extremely important to those surviving creatures in northern Xinjiang, but any important and sacred mission must have a victim.

Fordin, take the knights away! Go support Lothar.

Kurtaz took off his warhammer from behind, and he shouted loudly without looking back:

Dwarves, fellow citizens, the time has come to prove your courage...You all know Magni, he suffered a terrible fate, it is time to set him free...

Charge! For Khaz Modan!

The old dwarf Kurtaz roared, and without making a sound, the battle sheep under his crotch lowered his head and slammed into Magni on the opposite side. The latter also grabbed the weapon, and with a kind of violent momentum unique to dwarves, he drove the battle sheep continuously. They crashed into Kurtaz unavoidably. Behind both of them, there were dwarves rushing out of the positions of both sides, one was noisy and the other was dead silent.

But in terms of numbers, the death dwarves commanded by Magni are much more numerous than the dwarf paladins of Kurtaz.

kuang

The two-handed warhammer shining with holy light and the one-handed weapon wrapped in death energy knocked out waves of energy between them. Kurtaz's heroic voice was in the ears of Fording and the rest of the paladins who were holding the weapon tightly. sounded:

Go help Lothar!

This is my destiny...Let me face it alone!

Don't underestimate me...Old Fording!

boom

The scorching and dazzling holy light erupted on Kurtaz's short body. He roared like a crazy fighter, grabbed his warhammer and jumped up from the battle sheep, knocking Magni from the opposite side as well. The battle sheep jumped down, and the two dwarves wrestled together. Although it looked funny, the aftermath of energy erupting from the battlefield between the two made people unable to laugh at all.

We... let's go!

Fording gritted his teeth. He looked back at the light and shadow battlefield behind him for the last time. He led the rest of the paladins past the defense line of the dwarf death knights, and continued to rush to the frontal battlefield. Lieutenant Thassarian who was following behind was When he left the battlefield, he looked back at Kurtaz, who was fighting with Magni, and finally, the hot-blooded young man shouted loudly:

Don't die! Old dwarf, after the war... I'll buy you a drink!

After the last paladin left, Kurtas swung his warhammer, and with a roar, he knocked the death lord Magni back dozens of steps. Panting with his warhammer, he untied a small bottle of wine from his waist. After filling the jug in one gulp, he threw the jug aside. He wiped his beard and smiled grimly at the death lord in front of him.

Did you hear that? Magni, someone wants to buy me a drink...

wow

At this moment, the figure of the dwarf paladin lord was surrounded by extremely intense holy light. He sprang up from the ground like a cannonball and slammed fiercely at the bronze bearded king in front of him.

So, this battle...I can't lose!!!

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They should have started fighting.

In the battle between the living and the undead, the two sides are about to use their brains, but in another place in northern Xinjiang, it is still a scene where the king meets the king, but it looks unusually calm, even with a hint of warmth.

Moira Bronzebeard, the princess of the copperbeard dwarves, handed the little baby in her arms to the somewhat embarrassed black iron dwarf in front of her. , at this time that face is full of happiness.

Beside her, Dagran Thaurissan, who had taken off his armor and put on a robe, took the sleeping baby clumsily. He tried his best to take back all the death energy in his body, and with his somewhat stiff hands, gently Holding his son in his arms, he shook his body slightly on the spot.

Even though he is already a deceased person, thanks to Dark Blade's free spirit, even the Black Iron Emperor who refused to obey Tyrion's orders, has a mansion of his own in Darkforge City. , and some loyal guards to the Thaurissan family, he is a free man, but the Black Iron Emperor has hardly done anything except get drunk on blood wine, scold Tyrion and greet his ancestral women Any act of passing over.

House Thaurissan has nothing left, so Dagran will do whatever it takes to protect what he still has, even prostrating himself before a throne that slays his enemies.

It's so cute, look at his eyes, how much like you.

Emperor Thaurissan seemed to have seen the most beautiful treasure he dug up in his life, and he whispered in a hoarse voice:

Look at this wrist, it looks like me.

He hugged his son tightly, then raised his head, looked at his long-lost wife, Moira was also looking at him, the two did not speak, but at this moment, the gap between the living and the dead It has been completely wiped out, although the deceased has no tears.

Dagran, come with me... We are going to Northrend to start a new life. You also said that as long as you don't betray, Tyrion will not...

No, no! My love, I'm sorry, but I can't accompany you through the rest of the journey.

Thaurissan reluctantly handed over his blood to his wife. With his cold lips, he left a kiss of the dead on Moira's forehead, and then took a step back, in the most secret place in the Hinterlands. In the jungle, the Black Iron Lord of Death, the last member of the Forgotten Kings, carefully took out two small bottles, one red and one green, from the purse in his arms, and handed the warm and peaceful potion to Moira.

I exchanged it for my freedom after death...From now on, I will be Tyrion's lackey...

But it's worth it. Your son and I have inherited the sacred blood of Bronze Beard and Black Iron. After all, he will become the next King of the Mountain! I exchanged everything I have for our children's future.

The blood of the dragon king and the juice of life, with them, my son will become the king of all dwarves!

This little guy will surely honor his father, honor his mother, honor his bloodline and mission...Let's go, Moira, take the child and leave this land that is about to be ruled by the dead...Don't worry about me , my wife, my true love, Dagran Thaurissan's heart is icy cold, it has been burned for you.

Let's go, let's go! Never look back...