Azeroth’s Death Track

How far have we been going?

During the nearly crazy blizzard in the Dragon Bone Wilderness, a group of people walked quickly through the snow field. Outside the bodies of these warriors of various races, the light of elements summoned by the shaman shrouded each warrior's body, making Han The wind couldn't invade their bodies, and the snow couldn't stop their footsteps. The elements of the storm pushed the warriors' mounts forward, and the breeze that rolled over the mounts made these beasts extremely fast.

But that's...still too slow.

During Jaina's inquiry, Vol'jin, riding the blue raptor, glanced at the snow-covered sky, and he responded loudly:

In 37 minutes, roughly, we have only walked a fifth of the way. Loa is telling me that at the end of the road, the power of darkness is lingering and erupting, and the frequency is rapidly increasing. No matter what is about to happen in front, we must Can't catch up!

That does not work!

Jaina, who was driving the magic carpet, looked back at her mentor and old friend Modera, with a look of anxiety shining in her eyes:

We're going to open the portal!

You're crazy!

The archmage immediately retorted:

Opening the portal without knowing the coordinates of the destination will send us into the most dangerous trap, there is the ancient ice, Anna, you have no idea what kind of creatures live there...even the giant Even dragons don't want to go near that place!

But Alsace...

Jaina clenched her staff, gritted her teeth and said:

I can't just give up on him, I can't just give up...my, my love.

Warning! Enemies are coming!

The Grand Vindicator Maraad, who rushed to the front, suddenly pulled the reins of the war elephant, and a ball of holy light like a flame swelled in his palm, and in a blink of an eye, it became a light like a halo Halo, wrapped up the entire marching team.

The halo of this outbreak contains at least four spell effects of defense, purification, counterattack, and protection. This hand's exquisite use of the energy of the holy light is beyond the reach of human paladins... this is a draenei Their racial talent, their affinity for the holy light is several times higher than that of human paladins.

Such a rotten smell!

The trainee shadow hunter Vol'jin sniffled, and with a wave of his hand, six totems shining with scorching light were inserted into the nearby snow. The young troll drew back the curved blade behind his back, and he shouted loudly:

Be careful! It's a dark creature!

Clatter clatter

The surrounding cedars began to sway at this moment, as if there were thousands of troops and horses appearing. Under the vigilance of all the soldiers, those horrible spiders that were like insects with eight legs, the lower body was a spider, and the upper body was a dark human. The demon surged out of the snow and completed the siege of the team in an instant.

And surrounded by those nerubian warriors who were moving their molars and making rustling sounds, a nerubian priest with a height of more than 3 meters and wearing a black gorgeous and strange robe appeared in front of the pedestrians. With strange silver-white compound eyes, the tauren Bain just stared at it curiously, and felt the confusion of thinking, which made the tauren carrying the heavy machine gun subconsciously stagger his body.

Well, the child is very misbehaving... In our etiquette, looking directly at a noble person is a sacrilege that will be punished by punishment.

A dark and deep voice sounded in the minds of all the living people in front of them at the same time. The voice carried a special power. Anyone who heard it would have the figure of this mysterious nerubian priest in their consciousness. , very weird.

This also reflected the powerful spiritual power of this nerubian. Being able to reflect an illusion in the mind of the chief defender meant that its mental power was much stronger than that of everyone present.

Who are you!

The big garrison officer jumped off the thunder elephant, and he took a step forward holding the crystal warhammer. The golden holy light quickly formed a glorious shield around his body, and the scorching temperature caused the snow under his feet to melt rapidly.

Don't worry, uninvited guests, we have no hostility.

While the light on the silver-white compound eyes of the nerubian priest was beating, his voice sounded again:

You can call me Disassembler. My name is very long. Based on my superficial understanding of human culture, my human name should be Kirix. I am the last of the Nerub Zerg. An Haka High Priest, don't worry, I know you've seen many of my people in the Scourge camp, but I'm not like them.

The nerubian priest let out a series of deep laughter.

We are alive, just like you, but stronger than you, that's all.

A living nerubian?

The big garrison officer frowned. He raised his hand to signal the people behind him not to be impulsive. He leaned his weapon on the snow and said:

A few months ago, our scouts did report that in the Icemist Village of the Dragonblight, there were some strange nerubians active. He should be talking about you... from the Nerubian Empire of Azjol-Nerub The last remnants, but I am more curious, if there is no hostility, then why are you standing in front of us!

Get out of the way! Nerubian, we shoulder...

You're going to save that reckless human king, aren't you?

Kirix the Deconstructor waved his forelegs carefully decorated with dark gems, and he interrupted Maraad, saying:

We have seen him. A day ago, he and his guards killed a group of wolverines here, but he was not careful enough. After they left, some undead found their tracks and began to follow them.

It's not a natural disaster undead!

What?

When Jaina heard this, she exclaimed. She took out a broken black emblem from the storage ring, and threw it on the snow in front of the nerubian:

Are those undead wearing such emblems?

Well, black broken blade, yes, that's right, those powerful undead knights do wear such an emblem.

When the disassembler waved his forelimbs, the emblem seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and it quickly floated in front of him.

It's Tyrion!

Now, everyone's expressions have changed. Any thing Tyrion participated in will not be too simple. This has been recognized by everyone, and the atmosphere of the team has become a little heavier.

At your forward speed, you can't catch up anyway.

The disassembler's voice sounded again, this time with a hint of deep expectation:

I have already felt a strong will come to this snowy field. All of you together are no match for him, but I also feel a strong will from your hearts. You will be like moths to a flame. Rush there, umm... the sacrifice of the brave is worthy of encouragement, come, come with us, in the ruins of Azjol-Nerub's subterranean city, there is a real shortcut.

The nerubians have built a whole world under Northrend, but few living things will enter there except as prey. Come with me, and I will want to show you that the world belonging to the nerubians Miracle.

The dismantler waved his claws, and the nerubian fighters around them turned around and disappeared into the snow, just like when they appeared, leaving only holes with tiny openings.

But his proposal didn't get a response immediately, and everyone exchanged eye contact with each other. After a while, Jaina took a step forward. She looked at the tall and mysterious nerubian priest in front of her, and she asked in a low voice:

Why help us? You should know that we don't trust you.

Oh, stupid jealousy.

The disassembler tilted his head, showing a very humanized sarcasm on his face that could scare a human child into tears:

If you have any wisdom at all, then you should have guessed my purpose. As the last priest of Anhaka, I want to take back the great city of Nerubians, but we can't do it alone, the power of the undead Already spread across the subterranean continent, even the mightiest king Anub'arak has been defeated, we must find allies.

Fortunately, I heard that you and the undead also have some small unhappiness, so... the prey hunted by the common hunter, if they want to survive, shouldn't they help each other?

I have shown you the kindness of the Nerubian, are you going to refuse?

Facing the playful question from the disassembler, Jaina glanced back at the people behind her. Grand Vindicator Maraad looked into the distance, then nodded slightly to her, so Jaina turned her head back, she took a deep breath, and said yes The nerubian priest in front of him said:

Humans are never afraid to accept peace, and we really need allies. If you can help us rescue Alsace, we...we are willing to discuss the next things with you in detail, for example, signing some covenants and the like.

Useless, useless.

The dismantler shook his head. He turned around and walked towards the snow-covered cedar forest. As he walked, he said:

Words on paper will decay with time, and the peace of language is meaningless. Sacrifice... the real sacrifice is the basis of cooperation, but I am willing to take risks for this, because I have no other way.

Come with me, there's not much time left.

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The nerubian's underground city is as complicated as a spider web extending in all directions in the dark. Without the leadership of the nerubian, anyone would lose themselves in the darkness, but under the control of the priest Anhaka, these cities straddle the dark abyss The spider's web also gleamed with dull blue magic.

The speed at which everyone walked on the web was even close to the speed of sound, driven by the Nerubian's obscure magic.

boom

A thick block of ice covering the head of the Nerubian Web was lifted, Jaina's figure shone, and appeared in the blizzard flying in the sky with a precise flashing technique, and the first scene she saw, It was the scene where the figure of Alsace flew out of the ice cave like a cannonball, smashing the glacier that had been forged by thousands of years of ice.

She didn't have time to wait for the people behind her, so she grabbed the staff tightly and quickly rushed to the place where the young king fell. She saw Tyrion in black armor, the heavy sword he raised, and the epee he was suppressing on the ground. Alsace in the hollow.

Her lover is only one step away from the road to the underworld.

Let him go! Monster!

Jaina's heavy and huge magical power was fully activated at this critical moment. She swung her staff, and a group of adult-sized arrows of frost that exuded endless cold pierced Tyrion Dawn in the blizzard blade.

However, he was waved by the latter and easily smashed into pieces in the air. The ice shards shining with cold light were flying in all directions. The Lord of the Dark Blade looked at the figures that appeared one after another in the wind and snow behind him. Maraad of Holy Light, who was as hot as the sun, also saw a rare, living nerubian priest.

This made Tyrion couldn't help thinking, what kind of fantastic stories did these guys go through to come up with such a weird combination?

etc...

An absurd idea suddenly jumped out of the great lord's heart. He looked back at Alsace who was struggling to get up, and then looked at the soldiers rushing towards him in front of him.

There are paladins who specialize in holy light, there are tall tauren who carry heavy weapons and shields, there are archmages who drive magic and output damage, and there are shamans who use totems, call the power of the storm and the earth, and heal and protect teammates. There are also Nerubian priests who weave weird webs with spiritual power to cover the fighters to provide them with spiritual protection, and those rangers who shoot bows and arrows at him in the snowstorm, those assassins who jump into the shadows, Wo A melee hunter like Jin, a dual-knife fighter like Tanred.

Hmm... a not-so-standard land reclamation group.

Tyrion moved his wrist. He watched the battle started in the blizzard before him. There was a faint smile on his skinny face. He felt that he should shout a line or two in the style of a big villain to reflect the scene in front of him. scene.

So, a few seconds later, with the huge darkness beyond the blizzard swarming up, Tyrion was leading the dark frenzy forward. Dawnblade walked on the snow, his long sword swung outward, black The thunder and fire echoed in the sky behind him, turning half of the Dragonbone Wilderness sky into a wave of dark clouds, and his deep, thunderous voice also resounded in the snow, shaking everyone. The Heartstrings of the Challenger.

I am Tyrion Blade of Dawn! I am the king who kills kings! The god who kills gods!

I am the beginning of the end! The shadow that covers the sun! The death knell of destruction! I am the Destroyer of Destiny! The end of all things!

I have foreseen the future, and there is no place for you in the destiny I have woven!

Now... idiots, before the god of death...

Kneel down!

The grievances between the orcs and the draenei are completely a pot of porridge~ But to be honest, as early as ten thousand years ago when Brox cut Sargeras, the orcs had already been missed, so in theory, regardless of the draenei Whether they come to Draenor or not, the orcs will eventually be found by the demons... The arrival of the Draenei can only be said to be due to fate.