Azeroth’s Death Track

Silvermoon City in the night is so quiet, even in the midst of a disturbing war, the people still need to rest, this is the instinct of life.

King Anasterian is sitting in his palace. The leader is nearly 3,000 years old, but he is a powerful mage himself. Through the washing of magic power, he will not look so old and at the same time Full of energy.

He has the same long blond hair as Kael'thas, but because he is too old, there are many conspicuous white hairs mixed in the blond hair, which means that the old king is no longer young.

He flipped through the battle reports from the front line, and in his heart, the king was dismissive of the threat of the orcs.

Just as he never thought that brutish trolls could break through Quel'Thalas, he also didn't think that orcs could break into his kingdom. The miracle of the high elves, the Sunwell, which contains endless magic power, shelters his kingdom. And the people, and the supreme wisdom left by the previous kings, the Banti Renoir enchantment has guarded this country for 6,800 years, and it will also protect its own people in the years to come.

Kael'thas, my son...

The old king picked up a letter, which was written to his father by the elven prince Kael'thas who traveled far away in Dalaran. He suggested in his heart that his father should make up his mind as soon as possible and join the alliance. In his eyes, between the lines, he revealed his worries about Quel'Thalas.

But this worry made King Anasterian a little dissatisfied.

You still can't understand why I keep a distance from humans...

The old king put down the letter in his hand, closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, and said to himself:

They don't even want to help their own kingdoms, and you still expect them to help foreigners... When the Kingdom of Stormwind fell, the ugliness of those kings was simply disgusting.

The attendants in the palace were quietly doing their own thing. The old king had ruled Quel'Thalas for nearly 3,000 years, and his authority in this country could no longer be described in words. In a sense, Anastarian Sunstrider has become the symbol of Quel'Thalas!

The old king stood up and walked slowly to the terrace of the palace. He stared at the distant sky. In the dark night, the light from the Sunwell illuminated the northernmost tip of the continent, making Silvermoon City never dark.

My son, you are still too young.

boom

Just when the old king was about to turn around and go to rest, a sudden wave of magic power changed his face drastically. When he turned his head, he saw a distorted and chaotic magic storm tearing apart the night in the sky of Eversong Forest. , This scene made the king's fist clenched tightly.

Banti Raynor's enchantment has been destroyed! This...how is this possible!

On the other side, beyond the bounds of the ward, waited the warriors of the Stormraven and Twilight's Hammer clans, two small clans that relied on magic and were ready for battle under the leadership of their chieftain, but To be honest, they themselves don't know what they are waiting for.

In the darkness, the gloomy orc warlock Gul'dan looked at the distant battlefield in the darkness, his dark red eyeballs were filled with extreme disgust and dissatisfaction, what Tyrion said was right, this guy was secretly planning For some things, he needs time.

The tall ogre Cho'gall put on a special robe, and he held a bone staff in his hand. Like a rude ogre, he sat cross-legged beside Gul'dan, and the two talked through a spiritual link. talk.

The elf said he could break the barrier, and Saurfang believed him! (Gul'dan, he's starting to doubt you)

The way Cugall speaks is very weird. He has two heads, double thinking, double wisdom, and double fighting power.

Of course, he would quarrel with himself occasionally, so he had double the happiness and double the troubles.

This guy is used to talking with both heads together, and if he doesn't adapt to his rhythm, he will feel very confused.

Facing Cho'gall's size, Gul'dan snorted in the spiritual link, and said disdainfully:

Let him go, whether Saurfang or Orgrim, these guys who are immersed in the mortal war have no idea what we are after... just a group of pathetic mortals, I just need Hurry up, soon... soon we will be rid of them! Cho'gall, my apprentice, will your clan die for you?

Of course! (All those who disobey have been killed!)

That's good, it takes many, many souls to open that temple, and the more people who follow us, the better... Believe me, my apprentice, we'll be on a path to godhood in no time! Just let these rough The orcs keep working for the demons, we...we'll get away with this! I swear!

Gul'dan let out a deep and hoarse laugh. His eyes contained longing for the future, a desire for power, a signature malevolence and brutality, and in the deepest part, there was a rare hope for freedom.

As a witness and implementer who completely participated in the big event of the Draenor orc world from prosperity to collapse, Gul'dan was the first orc to contact those behind the scenes, and he was also the one who knew their power best. He had once been in the orc world As their spokesperson, Li destroyed his own world for them, and under their orders, he built the Dark Portal and led the orcs to invade another world.

But as a warlock crazily chasing power, would Gul'dan be willing to be a humble pawn?

No, he doesn't want to!

He still has more advanced pursuits... He wants to master the ultimate power among the stars! He wants...to break free from the shackles brought to him by the black hands behind the scenes, he wants to be free! He wants to dominate them in turn! Ultimately turning the entire constellation of stars into his kingdom!

This is a wild fantasy, but... who stipulated that a villain who commits all kinds of crimes cannot have his own dreams?

boom

The magical storm that erupted from the battlefield in the darkness ahead turned into a substantial gust of wind, blowing through everything around, interrupting Gul'dan's thoughts.

He stretched out his hand to block his eyes. The sudden gust of wind caused the warlocks and mages behind him to shout in surprise. The pure and powerful magic power contained in the wind shocked everyone, including Gul'dan. , couldn't help but widen his eyes.

This is... this is the power of the sunwell of the elves?

Gul'dan closed his eyes and took a deep sniff in the wind. The smell of magic power in the wind made him tremble all over. Beside him, the ogre Cho'gall stood up and opened his arms. Embrace the pure magic that hits you.

So powerful! So pure! So bright!

Gul'dan opened his eyes, the dark red eyes were already full of the desire to conquer and covet power, after the rune stone was pulled out, the enchantment was shattered, the oppression of magic power no longer existed, Gul'dan leaned on His own skeletal staff, his finger pointing forward in the dark:

Let's go! Kill those elves and destroy this country... The Sunwell, this terrifying source of magical power... When we return, it will be mine!

The warriors of the Ravager Clan and the Twilight's Hammer Clan roared like wild beasts. The fel blood surging in their bodies made them almost lose their minds under the stimulation of the war. They howled and rushed to the battlefield ahead.

Gul'dan's outstretched fingers flipped, huge magic power danced at his fingertips, green runes flipped and shattered on his arms, and in the call of the Twisting Nether, a scorching and huge living body responded to the warlock's call .

Snapped

Gul'dan's fingers jumped, and the next moment, in the dark sky far away, the sky was torn apart, and meteorites burning with dark green flames fell from the sky, like a signal of war and destruction, and fell towards the battlefield of Taquilin.

boom

The meteorite slammed into the ground quickly, smashing into the camp of rangers and elf mages who were constantly retreating. The impact on the ground killed dozens of people in an instant. Dark green flames splashed in all directions. In the crater, a huge monster Standing up slowly, it was an evil creature composed of dark green scorching stones and evil energy connected together.

It is one of the largest siege weapons among demons, and the signature war magic of warlocks... hellfire!

boom

The hellfire giant stretched out its body more than 5 meters high. The scorching magic fire was burning on the body made of stones. It roared silently towards the sky. It clenched its fists and blasted to the ground. The line of defense they formed with difficulty was declared broken.

And this is just the beginning!

Aww

Gul'dan walked towards the battlefield. Where he walked, the dark space was torn apart. His whole body was covered with black scales, and his sharp teeth made people shudder. A large number of ferocious demon hounds rushed out of it. Under the evil order of Gul'dan, they quickly formed an army of demons, followed by demon guards. Those ferocious and terrifying demons easily cleared the way for Gul'dan.

In front of Orgrim, Gul'dan would not use warlock magic to provoke it, but on this land far away from the main battlefield, no one can control him anymore.

The power of the high-level warlock on the battlefield is undoubtedly revealed at this moment. A warlock who completely let go of his hands is an army alone!

The demon army summoned by Gul'dan alone brutally destroyed the last resistance of the rangers with unstoppable power.

And outside the ruins of the destroyed Taquilin town, Tyrion, who supported his body with an epee, bent down, picked up the dimmed rune stone from the flesh and blood on the ground, and handed it to Celent.

Remember this position, Serente!

Tyrion said to his confidants: Then take it and hide around here! Wait for my order...

Celente didn't say much, he took the rune stone, turned around and quickly disappeared into the already extremely noisy night, and behind him, Glokush asked softly:

This is the opportunity you created for me?

Tyrion nodded:

I have never forgotten my promise. You see, when the barrier is closed again, all orcs and trolls who have penetrated into it will lose their ability to cast spells. Facing a Gul'dan who cannot cast spells, don't you Confidence?

hey-hey

Glokush grinned grinningly, the dark red death energy wrapped around his body, repairing his injuries, he clenched his fists, his dark eyes became bright red and cruel:

I'll twist his head off with my own hands... What about after this? Tyrion, are you going back to the Horde?

Faced with this problem, Tyrion put the epee behind his back, and he hooked his fingers. A moment later, a huge bone griffin landed beside him silently. He rode on the griffin, turned his head to face Glokush said:

It's time to say goodbye to the Horde...Looking at the corpses all over the ground, I may have to thank them for killing and providing us with enough soldiers! After you kill Gul'dan, we will leave the northern border .There is nothing worth nostalgic about in this battlefield.”

The Bone Griffon flapped its wings and flew into the darkness above without a sound. Tyrion looked down at the forest full of war and blood. He was going to the war to pick enough warriors to fill his knights. This will be his greatest reward for the rekindled war.

Tyrion didn't have much thought about bringing the invaders into his former motherland with his own hands. As early as the moment he recovered from death, his fate had been completely torn apart.

No memory, no warmth, no pain, no shame, his cold life could no longer accommodate these things, death filled his body with the other side of life, and with the orcs igniting the flames of war throughout Quel'Thalas, Tai The darkness and death brought by Ryan will also fill this place bit by bit.

It's time to pursue the real destiny!

There is not much information on whether the barrier of Quel'Thalas is such a plug-and-play structure, but considering that in the official history, Wu Erdan pried off a rune stone and took it away, and 14 years later in the plot , when Alsace invaded Quel'Thalas, the damaged enchantment had been repaired, that is to say, this enchantment can indeed be repaired, so this is equivalent to opening a small barrier for Tyrion. Hang up, don't mind~

In addition, a brother asked if Wu Erdan went to Sa's tomb to fight against him... Yes, because there are important things in Sa's tomb that must be obtained, uh, it accidentally spoiled it again.