Azeroth’s Death Track

Kalimdor is a very magical land. On this land, you can find endless deserts, lush woodlands, swamps full of mud and foul smells, barren and dry Gobi, and thousands of years of history. After the seawater disappeared, a saline-alkali pool as big as a kingdom's province was formed, as well as prairie and plains full of primitive natural scenery.

The Creator loves this land so much that he arranges all the landforms it can create in a generous but disorderly way, and the most amazing thing is that no matter where In all kinds of terrain, there are all kinds of special life creatures.

For example, the Thousand Needles Forest is full of pillar-shaped boulders. The scenery of this land is unique to this planet. The sky-reaching stone pillars formed due to unknown reasons are all over this canyon that is nearly 10,000 kilometers long, just like the Kalimdor continent. The special fault formed, at the lowest point of the canyon, is even lower than the sea level of Azeroth, but on both sides of the canyon, there are almost vertical mountain walls like a knife and an axe.

The height difference reached an astonishing hundreds of meters, so that standing on the ground of Thousand Needles and looking up into the sky, it was almost like two completely different worlds.

Between the cliffs, there are hidden roads leading to the highlands on both sides, but those roads, like lifelines, are all in the hands of local native species, savage and powerful centaur tribes, and some are in the hands of Grimtotem The latter are aliens in the peaceful Tauren tribe, advocating violence and war, they are so crazy that even their compatriots can't bear it, so they were driven out of their ancestral land by the peaceful Tauren decades ago.

Like humans, they were a group of migrants, but the Grimtotems were more aggressive. After they arrived in Thousand Needles, they clashed with the local centaur tribe, and then bloodshed, and finally turned into hatred.

And now, after the humans arrived in this area, the Grimtotem's enemy has one more... well, or, in other words, one more ally who can cooperate temporarily.

boom

A gunshot rang out on the Gobi, which is full of western scenery. Several centaur barbarians who were drinking water by the pool were stunned by the unexpected attack. When they raised their heads, they saw that their companions on guard had fallen to the ground. And its head, which was blown up by bullets, the blood and disgusting brains were scattered on the ground around the pool.

In the ensuing neighing of war horses, several human lads in rough hunting suits rushed out from various hidden positions, holding shiny long-barreled shotguns in their hands, with hideous ammunition belts wrapped around their bodies, He wears a wide-brimmed cowboy hat on his head, and boots made of centaur leather with shiny silver spurs on his feet.

These young people who grew up on the plains of Stratholme have transformed from gentle and elegant imperial youths into unrestrained wild cowboys in just one month. They hold the reins with one hand and raise the shotgun with the other , In the smoke of bullets exploding, these young people laughed loudly.

Behind their saddles, there is a string of ferocious centaur heads, which are their prey. Between them galloping, there are more than a dozen fierce and loyal Gilnean hounds barking and charging. To the prey of the masters...

In the past, the centaur warriors of the Heisha tribe would not have taken these stupid human cubs seriously at all. Whether it was a heavy sword or a deadly bow and arrow, the centaur warriors had full confidence in fighting with each other. decapitated human heads, but that was in the past.

As more and more humans migrated here, the human army began to dispatch on a large scale, sweeping away the centaur tribes and those stupid wild boars who originally lived here on this Gobi. The Heisha tribe is just a small tribe , can only live in the fringes of the centaur kingdom, so when Lordaeron's army swept across this area, the Black Sand tribe suffered heavy losses.

In addition, these tyrannical humans have new weapons.

The long spear that can release thunder and fire is a weapon that centaurs have never understood. It is a powerful weapon. A teenage human cub can use that weapon to easily kill the strongest centaur. Warriors, this undoubtedly destroyed the confidence of the centaurs to resist. They could only flee to the middle of Thousand Needles, the territory of those real big tribes, hoping to get new asylum.

Tyran! Dalyan! You outflank from the side!

White, slow down, don't rush too fast!

A young man who appeared to be in his 20s was riding on a horse, loudly commanding his companions to disperse, while he himself was copying a shotgun, and amidst the barking of hounds, he rushed forward with the remaining cowboys. The panicked centaurs were killed.

This is a small group of fugitives who lost contact with the tribe during the war. Among them were a few ignorant centaur cubs. Those adult centaur warriors tried to protect the cubs in the siege of humans, but they were very angry. He was about to be smashed into the head by a roaring shotgun, or thrown to the ground by a swarm of vicious hounds.

Soon, in about ten minutes, the chase was over, and the adult centaurs fell in a pool of blood, while the victorious cowboys jumped off their horses and began to cut their heads.

In the Westward War jointly launched by His Majesty Alsace, His Majesty Liam, and His Majesty Garin, every adult of the age in the empire can rely on turning in the head or emblem of a centaur in exchange for a certain reward. He has made outstanding contributions to the human empire in the war, and even won the title of knight, or even the title of unhereditary lord.

This is enough to make those simple-minded young people throw their heads and blood for it.

But this team of cowboys did not come for rewards or honors. Most of the members of this team are the children of nobles, and they are not ordinary nobles. Among them, Miss White Mane, who has the lowest status, is also a duke. adopted daughter.

Their purpose of hunting here is very simple... just to relax, to relieve their inner sorrow and depression.

Dalyan, my brother, what are we keeping them for? They're just a pack of beasts.

The 24-year-old Renault Mograini was holding a flagon and approached his younger brother Dalyan. The two boys were the sons of Duke Alessandro Mograini. After the Duke finally decided to stay in the North When Jiang was fighting for the last territory of the empire, the two young men had vowed to be by their father's side, but they were roughly knocked unconscious by the grand knight and thrown into the cabin.

Also being sent away was the Duke's adopted daughter, who was the orphan of the Duke's most trusted knight, Miss White Mane, whom the Duke regarded as his own. They were also one of the first nobles to set foot on the land of Thousand Needles.

Facing his brother's inquiry, the 20-year-old Dalyan shrugged his shoulders. He looked at the young centaur not far away that was strung up by the family knights with ropes. He blinked his blue eyes that were as gentle as water, and said softly:

The empire is rebuilding. My brother, we need all the resources we can use. Adult centaurs are fierce and unwilling to submit, but young centaurs can be trained. They have certain wisdom, just like we domesticate hounds ...As long as you educate them carefully, they will become vassals of the empire when they grow up.

Dalyan thought for a while, and gave a very realistic example:

Just like His Majesty Garin gathered the ogres of Dustwallow Marsh into a vassal of the empire, we can try to do the same.

Well, I think what Dalyan said makes sense.

Tylan Fordring, who was only 16 years old, was washing his hands by the pool. The son of the great knight Tirion Fordring said loudly:

There are too many centaurs. We can't kill them all. When we counterattack and return home, we can let them wear armor and fight the damn dead.

You are not yet an adult! You should learn martial arts from the knights instead of running out to hunt with us.

Before Tailan finished speaking, he was interrupted by a hoarse female voice. Miss White Mane, who was also wearing a hunting suit, came up, threw a handkerchief to Tailan, and helped him tidy up his messy hair Alright, now I say it earnestly:

Uncle Fording has always hoped that you can become a scholar, not a warrior with knives and guns. You should follow your uncle's teachings and learn from those polymaths. Aren't you very interested in engineering? I heard that the White Tower There are some engineering workshops run by goblins and gnomes over the port, maybe you can apprentice there.

Stop it, White, my whimsical sister.

With a wave of his hand, the oldest Lei Nuo messed up Tailan's hair, and said loudly:

Dalyan is the future Lord Earl. How can he go to those merchants' workshops as an apprentice? Listen to me, Dalyan, His Majesty Alsace is preparing to invite some master craftsmen back from the goblin desert city of Gadgetzan. Let's find His Majesty, and we can make you a disciple of those masters.

While speaking, Renault shook the shotgun in his hand:

The undead defeated our sword with this thing. It was a shameful failure, so we also have to master the power of this weapon. I am looking forward to the day when you will become the master craftsman of human beings.

Ok, I will!

Tylan Fording nodded fiercely. The young people rested for a while, and then continued their journey. Their happiness is so simple. Although they bear heavy responsibilities, no one can ask them to have a sad face every day. , isn't it?

As night fell, Raynor and Dalyan rode their steeds and walked back to the city. In the night sky above their heads, the stars shone brighter than those of the Eastern Kingdoms.

Darian, what are you thinking?

Renault suddenly asked:

You have been a little restless recently, I can feel...Are you still worried about your father's safety?

Um.

Dalyan was told what was on his mind, he waved his whip unconsciously, and said in a low voice:

Father and Uncle Fording are still fighting in northern Xinjiang. I can understand their thoughts, but it's too dangerous. There are too many undead. As long as there is any trouble, those paladins will...

Don't be silly, Darien.

Renault patted his brother on the shoulder and comforted him:

Father is the most powerful paladin. He has fought against the Dark Blade King several times. He will be fine. After we settle down here, we will go back to the northern border together. A group of old men stubbornly tied back...The empire needs their strength, not their sacrifice.

The young man sighed and shook his head:

If Emperor Lothar is still alive, he certainly doesn't want them to waste their life and strength in vain. Dalyan, tell me, is it really possible for us to counterattack and return to northern Xinjiang? Go back to our former home.

Will do!

The youngest son of the Mograine family gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

We'll definitely be going back! Whatever it takes...it's our home.

Well, that's right, we will definitely go back! Hit back upright!

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The westward war of the human kingdom was in full swing. As more and more civilians armed by the government joined this safari, the centaur tribes living in the southeast of Thousand Needles were wiped out one by one. The news brought back by the rangers and warriors in the central region made those big tribes feel the crisis.

The most powerful centaur tribe in Thousand Needles, Garak centaur chieftain with more than 70,000 warriors even took the rare initiative to stop the war with the dread totem tauren entrenched in Black Cloud Peak. The centaur tribe sent an invitation, and he decided to drive the human kingdom that invaded the sacred territory of the centaur into the sea.

Anak, the dread totem tauren chief of Black Cloud Peak, seems to have the same plan. For the anticipation of war, it may not be ruled out that under the threat of the human kingdom, the two barbarians will unite for the first time.

But at this juncture, in the big tent of the Garak centaur tribe, there appeared some small men who had never appeared before... They claimed to be businessmen from the desert city of Gadgetzan, representing the Steam Sand Consortium. Come.

Mighty Khan, according to our observations, your opponents have been widely equipped with very mature firearms. I don't doubt the bravery of your centaur warriors, but IMHO, maybe, you also need some extra help.

A goblin merchant in a black tuxedo with a sly gleam in his eyes stood before the haughty Garak Khan, rubbing his hands and saying in a treacherous voice:

The Steamwheedle Consortium has always respected the Garak tribe's rule over Thousand Needles. We hate those humans who disrupt the normal business order and their crooked friends. Therefore, as long as you nod, the most powerful weapon from the Steamwheedle Consortium is It will be distributed to your warriors, and it will bring you glorious victory!

I don't trust you, greedy goblins!

The huge Garak Khan said with a thunderous voice: Every time you come here for the rare ore in the sacred ancestral land of centaurs, get out! Otherwise... I will please you out!

No, no, that's the past tense.

The goblin merchant didn't panic. On the contrary, he said to the Centaur Khan sincerely:

This time, in order to show our goodwill, we only need you to pay a 15% deposit in advance. You have to understand that you have your enemies, and the Steamwheedle Consortium also has our enemies... Uh, I mean, we now It's on the side!

Gritting his teeth, the goblin said fiercely:

The Steamwheedle Consortium will never forget the vengeance of the bombing of Thorntooth City. This time, we will do our best to help you and your warriors! Let those humans and their liar friends die!