Azeroth’s Death Track

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The cauldron hanging on the bonfire was kicked down by a shaman of the Grim Totem. The hot, fragrant broth was sprinkled on the ground and the bonfire, and there were bursts of dark sparks. This tall man The tauren shaman frantically called out the power of the elements, healed his body constantly, and shouted to others:

Don't drink the water! It's poisonous!

But his warning came a little late...

The surrounding ground was full of those unlucky guys who drank the highly poisonous broth. In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred tauren lost their lives in the screams.

This caused a great chaos, but really, such a small number of casualties was not enough for the entire Grimtotem warriors.

However, the poisoning was just the beginning.

Quickly report to the chief! There are enemies invading!

The shaman, who called out the power of the elements to eliminate his own poison, weakly grabbed a warrior beside him, and said with difficulty:

It is likely to be a human assassin, it must be...

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Before the shaman who cared about the clan could finish his words, a heavy stone hammer hit him hard on the head. Man's face was covered in blood, and he fell to the ground in the flashing firelight, his eyes still shining with unbelievable light.

And beside him, the tauren warrior, who was killing the killer, held the blood-stained warhammer, roared, and rushed towards the bewildered companions around him. His attack was chaotic, and he just squeezed himself desperately Power, like a lunatic who has lost his mind.

Looking closely, his eyes... were dull, as if... as if his soul had been sucked out.

Bros!

Under the night, the tauren positions in Heiyunfeng were in chaos. However, in those corners where no one was paying attention, the human prisoners who had escaped from their cages not only did not leave, but gathered together one by one under the leadership of their respective leaders. In the shadows that cannot be found, those who are the leaders shouted something in the shadows, gathering more prisoners together.

The Archbishop of Chaldea gave us a chance to prove our loyalty to the empire and our fellow countrymen!

Tonight, with the power of the shadow of the Holy Light in our hands, we will protect our compatriots and the future of the empire!

We walk in darkness, we serve light!

Go, brothers! Use the power of shadows to punish the enemies of the Holy Light!

Punish them! No one will be left behind!

In the dark and gloomy words of the leaders, these holy light fanatics who voluntarily accepted the shadow power pulled up their hoods one after another, and they scattered towards the tauren position in the darkness like ink dripping into the water Everywhere in the world, they walk in the shadows, like the family members of the shadows.

They are... Shadow Priests, the opposite of the Proctor of the Holy Light, born from the theological point of view of light and shadow. After completely ruling the faith of the Stormwind Kingdom, the shadow priests became another force of the Holy Light Church under his careful integration.

It is worth mentioning that a few years ago, they were called heretics who should be burned at the stake, but now, their existence has been approved by Pope Fao and most of the top leaders of the Church of the Holy Light. Written acknowledgment... The reason is very simple, just like the words that the Archbishop of Chaldea often said, the current human empire urgently needs all available power.

But to be accepted by the secular believers, the shadow priests must contribute to their own people... If the priests of the Holy Light are the shields that protect the people, then they are the sharpest shadow swords under the Holy Light. .. They are only born to punish evil and heresy!

Moo!

A bloody tauren warrior rushed out from the slashing of two mind-controlled compatriots. Judging from his tall body and scratched metal armor, this guy should be a member of the Grimtotem clan. A low-level warlord, this powerful tauren veteran stared at the slender figure coming out of the shadows. He roared, holding up a huge ax full of flesh and blood, and rushed towards the hooded human woman Priest.

The latter was petite, not even reaching the tauren's waist, but facing the rushing tauren, the human shadow priest lady just let out a disdainful taunt.

She stood on the spot, stretched out her slender fingers, and the shadow power covering her whole body gathered in her palm like a real current of water. Between the flips of her wrist, the huge and noisy shadow power merged into a long dark whip, whistling The whip hit the tall tauren warrior's body, and just two whips made the tall tauren warrior completely lose his balance and hit the ground in a embarrassed posture.

He rolled over on the ground and jumped forward. He looked up in embarrassment, and saw the condescending eyes of the human woman. There was no emotion in those eyes, only a touch of indifference and strange fanaticism that made the scalp tingle.

How can the pain of flesh and blood be compared to the whipping of the soul?

The young lady said in a hoarse voice, the long whip gathered by the power of the shadow frantically whipped the Tauren warrior without leaving any scars, as she said, the power of shadow directly wreaked havoc on the soul of the enemy , under the attack of this kind of power, it is meaningless for the tauren warlord to wear no matter how thick the armor is, because his heart without faith...is defenseless!

Are you... in pain?

The female priest bent down and put her icy fingers on the shoulder of the tauren warlord who couldn't even cry out in pain and could only curl up on the ground and tremble, his heart was completely crushed. In the darkness, the hoarse voice of the pastor's sister came to the tauren's ears:

Pagan... tell me, are you suffering?

The tauren warlord gritted his teeth and refused to answer this shameful question, but his toughness caused the human priest to let out a series of laughter. The cold fingers on his shoulders were clenched at this moment, and the powerful tauren suddenly Feeling the power of the shadow penetrate into his heart, after another roaring explosion, this powerful veteran of hundreds of battles stopped breathing for the last time.

There was no scar on his body, but there was still the most frightening light in his eyes. He was already dead... died in the nightmare-like frenzy of fear in the deepest part of his heart caused by the mind blast.

In other words, he himself was scared to death by himself.

So vulnerable...

The human priest who killed a terrifying tauren with her own hands shook her head. She raised her fingers from the corpse, as if lifting some invisible heavy object. In the blue-purple light and shadow, the It seems to be a disgusting flesh and blood glue, there is no fixed form at all, but this thing is not physical.

It's more like a concrete representation of the concept of fear...

Go! Spread this horror to more...heretics!

The petite female priest waved her hand, and the fearful shadow demon in her hand turned into a black halo and disappeared on the battlefield full of blood and struggle. After doing all this, the priest seemed a little tired. She saw Glancing at the two tauren warriors whose hearts had been manipulated not far away, she let out a strange chuckle, and pulled her deep hood up as the shadows gathered and dispersed.

At the moment when the center walked into the shadows, she waved her hand without looking back:

It stinks of heretics...unforgivable blasphemy...burn them all!

The two tauren warriors, who were covered in blood and wounded all over their bodies, could hardly even walk as if they could not feel the pain. They limped to the campfire, picked up the lit torch from the ground, and looked expressionless. Throwing the flames to the camp that he built with his own hands, amidst the raging flames, the extremely chaotic Black Cloud Peak infected by the spiritual plague of the shadow priests was ignited.

Like the torches in Thousand Needles in the dark night, the wildfires criss-crossing in all directions began to burn in all directions under the blowing of the night wind.

Unforgivable! Unforgivable!

Anak, the chieftain of the Grimtotem of Thousand Needles, lived at the highest point of Black Cloud Peak. When the fire was burning, he saw all the chaos in the camp, but before he came out with an ax to restore order, the highest point The camp was also attacked by weird shadow priests. Four shadow priests manipulated a dozen mind-controlled tauren to rush into this camp with torches and sharp weapons. The camp here was similarly set on fire.

And between the burning camps, the mighty tauren chief Anak, in anger, blocked the way for those shadow priests to leave. He beheaded several controlled tribesmen by himself. With a crazy bloody smell, he planned to kill these shadow priests.

Die! Offal!

Anak roared and threw the heavy stone ax in his hand, breaking the shield of a shadow priest who was caught off guard. The priest didn't even make a sound, and was directly divided into corpses by the powerful stone ax, but lost Anak, who had unleashed his weapon, also fell into the siege of the remaining shadow priests.

But Anak's ability to become the chief of the Grimtotem clan in Thousand Needles was not only due to the nepotism of his aunt Magasa, the great shaman. He was also a very powerful and experienced tauren warrior. , in a place like Grimtotem, absolute power is absolute majesty. Anak relies on brute force to rule the clan, and he will not choose to back down when faced with the attack of weak humans.

However, this time Anak faced an enemy that could not be defeated by brute force.

Listen to the voice of fear in your heart!

Facing the fierce, unarmed tauren chief, the priest wrapped in shadow opened his arms, his eyes gleamed with a hint of obscurity madness, and the moment Anak approached, the spiritual power that went straight into the heart was injected into the tauren Inside the chieftain, the power of the shadow roared inside him, ticking off the things that Anak had feared the most since he was a child.

In the grotesque chaos, the tauren warrior subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, as if he had seen the most terrifying nightmare in the world, but he was always a powerful warrior, with a will of steel as standard equipment for a warrior. The moment he took the steps to escape, a wave of anger rushed into Anak's heart, forcefully expelling the image of fear from his heart.

Ah! If you dare to provoke the bull, you will have to pay the price!

The eyes of Anak who had activated the power of anger were like burning flames, and the strong muscles all over his body stretched again under the stimulation of anger, looking like a real giant descended from the sky, he roared and lifted The heavy hoof kicked the ground fiercely, and the solid ground split open at this moment, and the flying bricks and rocks smashed on the shields of the three shadow priests nearby, causing them to retreat again and again.

No matter how mysterious and powerful their spells are, they are only in the category of magic. For magic power users, if they are too close to angry warriors, they are always seeking their own death.

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Anak pulled out the bone knife at his waist, grabbed the priest's arm viciously, and pierced the bone knife shining with elemental power into the priest's heart. He swung the struggling enemy like a warhammer. He jumped up and smashed at the two shadow priests who were casting spells behind him, knocking them to the ground, Anak roared and charged again, the fear spells of the priests threw on him, constantly weakening Anak's strength with will.

In the end, Anak, who was exhausted to the extreme, grabbed another enemy and severed his head. He tore the head of the human priest from his neck. Holding the bloody head in his hand, he walked step by step. Walking up to the last of the young shadow priests, hot gas spewed from his nostrils, and bright red blood dripped from his mane, making him look like a bloody bull returned from hell.

However, although the last shadow priest panicked and trembled under the threat of Anak, facing the tauren warrior in front of him, his inner fanatical insistence on faith made him grit his teeth and throw out his last heart attack. Screaming.

The fear spell that gathered all the magic power of the young priest hit Anak's forehead. After resisting the fear spell several times in a row, Anak was very tired. The powerful tauren warrior finally couldn't resist it. He hugged his head and Bullhorn screamed and roared on the spot, trying to force those images out of his mind. Behind him, the young priest had begun to chant more deadly magic.

Anak knew that he had lost the power to fight back, and driven by the last touch of sober sanity, he turned around and staggered into the burning sea of ​​flames.

It looked like suicide.

However, under his tent, there is a secret cave leading directly to the northernmost part of Thousand Needles, a secret that only he and a few of his cronies knew at that time. Fortunately, these weird and damned human beings don't know...

Anak eventually escaped.

And after tonight, his Grimtotem... is finished.