Azeroth’s Death Track

The Kalimdor continent has been quite turbulent recently.

The westward war launched by the human empire was already half a year ago. In that war, the human immigrants showed incredible tenacity, and they just relied on the hot weapons and the tactics of the fortress that they had just changed to kill the thousand needles. The centaurs of Shilin were driven out from their gathering place, one-third of the centaurs died on the battlefield, and one-third were captured by the human empire, and sent as slaves to the Shining Plains to mine and build for mankind. City.

However, a small number of centaurs escaped from the battlefield. They tried to rush into Feralas from the junction of Thousand Needles and Feralas Wilderness to take refuge, but they were stopped by the night elf sentinels who had been stationed in the wilderness in advance. Outside the low-lying wilderness, in the face of menacing human pursuit, these centaur remnants had to flee northwest along the edge of Feralas, and finally returned to the place where the centaur civilization was born.

Desolation, which is located in the north of Feralas, is a vast plain south of the Stone Talon Mountains currently controlled by elves and tribes, a barren land filled with white Gobi and a small number of grasslands and rifts.

Desolace has always been the traditional sphere of influence of the centaurs. Nearly a thousand years ago, some tauren tribes lived here in the form of nomads, but the savage centaurs have been trying to drive these tauren out of their sphere of influence. , A few years ago, they almost did it. The last tauren tribe in Desolace, the bloodhoof tauren were almost wiped out under the siege of centaurs.

At that time, the orcs who were mining in the Stonetalon Mountains received the Tauren's request for help. If the orcs hadn't helped, the Bloodhoof Tauren would not have survived the time when the whole family migrated to the Mulgore Plain. After that, The Bloodhoof tauren reciprocated, and under the leadership of their leader Kane Bloodhoof, they joined the tribe, and became a member of the tribe just like the Darkspear troll.

But the centaur forces in Desolace are too powerful. Even the brave orcs are unwilling to provoke these vengeful barbarians. Although the night elves are not afraid of these nomadic clans, the group of lazy long-lived species They really don't have much interest in a barren area like Desolace, and the ancestors of the centaurs are somewhat related to the night elves, so they let this group of barbarians live and multiply in this wilderness.

However, no matter how long the years of peace were, it was only an intermission between two wars, and the barbarians would never be able to live in such a no dispute with the world and muddle along.

Less than a week after those centaur remnants defeated by humans fled back to Desolace, a sudden disaster swept across the entire Desolace. It was different from plague and famine, and it did not rely on isolation The sick can be escaped by expelling the old and the weak. It is a disaster of movement, a disaster of devouring, a disaster of destruction... It comes with incomparable malice, and it will not stop until it swallows a sufficient number of centaurs Spreading footsteps...

The name of this disaster is... Undead.

On an ordinary night, the heavily armed Darkblade Undead Corps landed from the western coast of Desolace. It was like a lamp lit by some higher will in the dark, a spark. At the beginning, no one Pay attention to the corpses of these actions. In some places where negative energy gathers in Desolace, there will occasionally be naturally born undead. Even the weakest centaur tribes will not regard these undead as a threat.

However, just one day later, the bad news spread throughout the three giant centaur tribes in Desolace... With terrifying efficiency, the Darkblade Undead killed a tribe with 20,000 tribesmen in less than 6 hours. The medium-sized centaur hordes of warriors were slaughtered.

The leader of those undead holding firearms and dragging heavy cannons, a guy with a black giant sword on his back, who called himself the war lord Gatheris, killed all the adult centaurs of that tribe, and plundered all the young centaurs, leaving only 10 warriors who had their hands cut off and one eye was stabbed, used blood and words to send a terrible news to other tribes.

Barbaric and backward bad civilizations have no value in existence. If the centaurs cannot show their civilization progress, then the undead will use long swords and cannons to send the scum who worship barbarism to the hell of heresy.

The khans could not understand the message conveyed by the undead, and they took it as a signal to start a war. Under the call of the clarion call of the clan, those sturdy warriors rushed from all directions to the pastures of the three big tribes, sharpening their knives and preparing for the invasion. A battle of the undead in Desolace.

And some sages among the centaurs, some shamans who have learned other civilizations, claim to have seen a black disaster that will inevitably sweep the entire centaur clan from the strong wind, and they want to take the young Travel to the sanctuary of the centaur and take refuge in the ancestral tomb in the Valley of the Spears, only to be denounced as cowardly by the khans.

In short, the turmoil in Desolace has only just begun, and no one knows how many centaurs died before these undeads who suddenly landed in Kalimdor will recede, but because the undeads are attacking the useless barbarians on this continent , so no one is willing to reach out to help them unless...

Unless these centaurs suddenly become enlightened, let go of their barbarism and arrogance, and go to other civilizations for help... However, before these barbaric bastards are really hurt, they probably won't learn to bow their heads.

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In the Feralas Wilderness not far from Desolace, this piece of land has not been very peaceful recently, but this storm has nothing to do with the undead.

The Feralas Wilderness is one of the areas with the richest forest resources in the southern border of Kalimdor. Overall, this wilderness is in an inverted T shape, with interlaced, long and narrow low-lying wilderness, and gentle water flow. There is also a large bay of the Mulgore Mountains here, which are two opposing peaks, which are called Twin Tower Mountains by the people here.

The scenery of Feralas is very good, very similar to the scenery of Ashenvale, the core area ruled by the night elves. There are also many night elves living here, and in the bay of Feralas, there are night elves sentry legions in the southern border The base camp of Feathermoon Fortress.

This large fortress is under the command of General Shandris Feather Moon, with nearly 300,000 combat troops under his command, including common elf rangers, frostsaber knights, and hippogryph knights, as well as rare ancient war trees, some The mountain giants who made good friends with the night elves, as well as a large number of druids, and an entire night elf fleet, their armed forces were invincible in the entire southern border of Kalimdor.

Oh, let me add another word, General Shandris Feathermoon, who made great achievements in the Battle of the Valley and the Battle of Satyr, is actually the adopted daughter of Lady Tyrande Whisperwind, the moon goddess priestess of the night elves. The age difference is only a few dozen years old. According to the tradition of short-lived species, the mother and daughter are actually more like sisters... But since they are short-lived species, don't try to figure out the ethics of long-lived species. , it is easy to find some things that challenge the three views.

Feathermoon Fortress shoulders the responsibility of maintaining order in the southern border of the mainland. At the same time, when necessary, it will also send troops to support the druids who persist in the Cenarion Fortress in the Silithus Desert at the southernmost tip of the mainland. The battlefield of the thousand-year-old quicksand war, where the dangerous insects are sealed, once the insects break out, it will be a terrible threat to the entire Kalimdor.

In addition, another mission of Feathermoon Fortress is to guard and supervise the activities of the local high-level elves. In the center of Feralas, there is a high-level city of high-level elves left over from 10,000 years ago. There are about 150,000 to 200,000 Highborne, and that is almost the last remaining Highborne in Azeroth.

Due to the big event that the upper elves did 10,000 years ago, their purple-skinned compatriots were unwilling to accept them after 10,000 years.

Of course, the proud high elves don't think it's their fault that the demon invasion and the explosion of the Well of Eternity are their fault, at least not entirely their fault. Therefore, even in the case of extreme shortage of supplies, they would rather stick to the lonely city of Eresa Among Lars, they are unwilling to lick their faces and return to the new society established by the untouchables back then.

In fact, after the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, it was possible for the highborne and night elves in Eresalas to reconcile, but when they learned that the highborne led by Dath'Remar Sunstrider After the rebels suffered discrimination, disgust and vigilance in the night elf society, they were unwilling to communicate with the night elves.

And 6,800 years ago, after Dath'Remar Sunstrider, who was unbearable to be humiliated and eager to use magic power freely, took the high elves away from the eastern continent, the connection between the high elves and night elves in Eresalas was Completely cut off.

There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties. Both sides have strong vigilance, disgust and hostility towards each other, but even so, the night elves still did not use force against Elesalas because of this, but imprisoned and supervised, Leaving the Highborne in Eresthalas to fend for themselves...this may be the last mercy the night elves show to their troublesome brethren.

To be honest, if the night elves really wanted to intervene, then relying on Elesalas' extremely empty defense force, the city might not be able to last even a week in front of the Feathermoon Fortress' army.

And now, the descendants of the exiles have returned to the place where their ancestors started. The high elves, headed by Kael'thas Sunstrider, who lost their hometown of Quel'Thalas, have returned to Kalim again. Many, and they also came to Feralas, trying to get help from the real citizens 10,000 years ago.

At the time when Ashenvale and Felwood were invaded by demon legions, General Shandris Feathermoon was eager to lead the sentinel troops to support the war in the headquarters. Coupled with the peace between the human empire and the Draenei, the night elves reluctantly agreed The high elves' request for immigrants to land in Feralas, of course, is also related to Kael'thas' humble attitude.

General Shandris Feathermoon looks young and beautiful, but this general is an elder of the same era as Kael'thas' grandfather Dath'Remar Sunstrider, and the two have fought side by side, so in front of her , the high elves, known for their etiquette, naturally couldn't be proud.

General Yuyue was very satisfied with the humble attitude of the new Sun King. Therefore, under the instructions of her adoptive mother, Ms. Tyrande, Shandris Yuyue moved the low-lying wastelands in central and northeastern Feralas to It was assigned to the high elves to live temporarily, and generously allowed the high elves' Sunsail fleet to temporarily anchor in the port of Feathermoon Fortress.

But both General Feathermoon and His Majesty Kael'thas are very clear that the conflict between the two sides is only temporarily put on hold. Considering the night elves' deep-seated dislike of magic users, once the demon war in Ashenvale comes to an end, the dark night The conflict between the elves and the high elves will inevitably erupt again...that is to say, whether Kael'thas is willing or not, he must find a new home for his people before the end of the Ashenvale War.

And, to help his people get rid of that...demon that slowly creeps out of their bones.

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Ah! It's so painful, help me...help me!

In the lowland wilderness of Feralas, in the temporary settlement of the high elves, in a secret room, a high elf mage wearing a robe curled up on her bed in pain, her face was pale, and her forehead was covered with sweat , even wet her beautiful long golden hair, her body trembled into a ball, her hands tightly clutching her clothes, as if it was very cold.

She was suffering tremendous pain, which couldn't be disguised, but unfortunately, she didn't have any scars on her body, that is to say, the pain didn't come from outside, but from inside.

To be precise, it came from every drop of her blood, every bone, and every strand of thought.

After staying away from Quel'Thalas, these high elves who usually live in the air with a very high concentration of magic power can no longer absorb enough magic power from the air, which makes their bodies that have been transformed by magic power become hungry ...This hunger for magic is difficult to overcome with the will, because it belongs to an addiction disease etched in the soul, just like an addict who is addicted to X...

As the high elves left Quel'Thalas longer and longer, the thirst for magic addiction began to appear in everyone. Those desires that crawled in the bones were like ants walking in the bones. Every inch of their skin is twisted, and this twisting will gradually penetrate into their souls, until it breaks their will completely...turning them into a walking corpse hungry for magic.

This is the magic addiction, the incurable disease, the birth curse of the high elves and highborne... the demon deep in their souls.

Take this, kid.

A deep and gentle voice sounded in the young mage's ear, a piece of cold magic gemstone was stuffed into her hand, this high elf spellcaster, who was always noble and cold like ice, was like a beast that smelled food, she Let out a low growl, and then began to crazily absorb the magic power in the magic gem. When the hunger and thirst of her body were satisfied, she let out a strange moan that was unbearable.

Her will is about to be shattered, this poor child, she is about to lose herself.

Archmage Rommath, who lost an arm in the Battle of Khaz Modan, stood quietly beside the irrational mage. He looked at his apprentice with pity. This child should be a mage with a bright future. , should have been the pillar for the Sun King to rebuild Quel'Thalas, but now, her addiction has turned her into a demon.

And what's worse... This is not a special case. The high elf immigrants in the entire Feralas are suffering from addiction. This race has come to the most dangerous cliff. If you are not careful, you will Ended up in a smashed end.

The apprentice who drank the magic power woke up, she showed a weak and ashamed smile to her mentor, and then closed her eyes while drowsy, the archmage Rommath walked out of the room, he looked at In the ancient city of Elesalas, which was hidden under the shade of green trees in the distant mountains, a touch of undisguised anger and madness shone in his eyes. In the end, the Archmage gritted his teeth and walked towards the Sun King. office.

Can't wait any longer...

Must...must win the future for the clansmen! Even by any means!