Azeroth’s Death Track

It is human nature that an admiral would not want to lose his son, that he would not be a coward, nor that a king would want to lose his prince.

These words made the big knight paddling frantically stop his movements. He gritted his teeth, looked at his master, and finally stuffed the paddle into the hand of another big knight next to him, sinking said:

I will save His Royal Highness, Knight Waycrest, and escort His Majesty to Southsea Town!

Swear on my life!

Another great knight patted his chest fiercely, then watched his colleagues jump into the icy sea water, and swam back to the three ships that were being ravaged by dragon fire.

well...

The admiral looked at Cyrus, who was facing hell alone, his expression changed. After a few seconds, he reached out and took off his soaked cloak. He looked at the last knight, the navy There was a hint of determination in the commander's eyes:

Knight Waycrest...if I don't come back, go back and tell the queen that her husband has not disgraced the Kul Tirans!

Tell my little Jaina again that her father was a hero.

The captain will never abandon his ship and his crew...I am Dailin Proudmoore, and I am not a coward who will abandon his son and loyal subordinates to escape.

swish

He jumped into the sea and swam towards the burning battleship. The last knight had no time to stop him. He wanted to watch his lord go back to the battlefield. The knight gritted his teeth, pulled out the sailor sword in his arms, and jumped into the Sea.

There are no cowards in the Waycrest family! Your Majesty, it is an honor to jump into hell with you today!

On the sea of ​​dragonfire, these are actually three warriors, three warriors, and three fools, aren't they?

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In the port of Nanhai Town, everyone stared blankly at the three warships that were burned by the flames of the giant dragon in the strong wind. The ship is rushing to rescue His Majesty Daelin, King of Kul Tiras, who is trapped in the disaster.

The Seven Kingdoms of Mankind had finally united under the threat of the orcs. If His Majesty Dai Lin, the commander of the alliance's navy, died in the sea of ​​South Sea Town...it would be an out-and-out disaster.

Tyrion watched the horrific scene in front of him calmly. Memories and fragments of the present world echoed back and forth in front of his eyes. After a while, he turned his head and said softly to the ranger captain beside him:

Selente, go see how our wounded are doing...

The ranger captain subconsciously pointed to the sea:

But Captain Tyrion, King of Men...

Dai Lin will not die here!

Tyrion closed his eyes slightly, and said softly: I know! His fate is not here...and fate is not something we mortals should consider. Now, go and see our wounded!

Tyrion!

A deep voice sounded behind him, Lor'themar Theron drew an unused arrow from the ground, and he looked at Tyrion:

I would like you to come with me to save the human king... His Royal Highness told me to maintain an alliance with humans, as you have seen, it is just a baby dragon, if you and I join forces...

I reject...

Tyrion said without looking back:

I'm not here for you, Lor'themar. I'm here for the soldiers of the Windrunner family. They don't deserve to die here. As for the order, your prince's order is for you, and it has nothing to do with me.

With just one sentence, the already stagnant atmosphere between the two became even worse, even a little bit tit for tat.

Both are celebrities of the younger generation of rangers in Quel'Thalas.

Tyrion is famous because he and his mentor, General Liresa, captured the Amani chief Zul'jin alive during the war against the Amani trolls five years ago, and stabbed him blind in one eye.

In the past few years, Lor'themar has repeatedly defeated the counterattacks of the Amani trolls in the Eversong Forest battlefield in Quel'Thalas, and has also made great achievements in battle.

Unlike the low-key Tyrion, Lor'themar likes to wear red chain armor that is different from other rangers, and he was early adopted by the prince of Quel'Thalas, the next Sun King Kael'thas. eye to eye.

Well, the last point is more important. Lor'themar is a confidant of the princelings, while Tyrion is clearly on the side of his adoptive mother, the Windrunner family. This is a family that has only been loyal to the current Sun King for generations.

In addition to political reasons, Tyrion knew the tragic ending of the Kael'thas prince in the future, so from the very beginning, he was far away from things related to Kael'thas.

That's your prince too! He will be your loyal king in the future! Tyrion, and I don't understand, His Royal Highness has praised your achievements in public many times!

A cold light flashed in Lor'themar's eyes, and he whispered:

He admires you very much, and he even hopes that you can inherit the position of Ranger General in the future and help him build a more dynamic Quel'Thass, but you have repeatedly turned a blind eye to this!

Yes, he asked me himself, and I turned him down! So it seems that he chose you in the end, right?

Tyrion looked back at Lor'themar, and his sharp words pierced Lor'themar's heart like a knife:

If I'm not mistaken, you will be promoted to Lord Ranger soon, and then step by step to win the general position of the Windrunner family for your prince. It seems that your prince is very restless, Lor'themar! You want to know me Why did you reject him?

It's very simple, his thinking is very naive! He doesn't know why King Anasterian keeps a distance from humans... And I want to say that the Human Seven Kingdoms and Quel'Thalas should not be born stand together!

Seeing that Lor'themar still wanted to refute, Tyrion waved his hand to interrupt his persuasion:

I have no intention of discussing elf politics with you on the land of humans. I just want to tell you plainly, don't meddle in the war between humans and orcs! That's not good for Quel'Thalas!

As for you, and the rank of Ranger-General...

Tyrion glanced at Lor'themar, then looked away:

No one is worthy of that position except the Windrunner who has bled and died for Quel'Thalas for generations!

Tyrion threw down a blunt word, turned around and was about to leave, but Lor'themar's figure quickly moved forward on the ground, and quickly stopped Tyrion in front of him. He took a deep breath:

We won't talk about anything else, but you and I have to deal with that baby dragon!

Why?

Tyrion brushed his fingers on the handle of the knife at his waist, and a dangerous light jumped out of his eyes:

Are you trying to threaten me, Lor'themar? It seems that the lessons you learned four years ago didn't seem to teach you one thing...

Wait! Listen to me!

Lor'themar took a step back, and said in a deep voice:

Aurelia Windrunner, the eldest daughter of General Liresa, is also your sister in name. One month ago, she disregarded the order of the Sun King and brought the guards of the Windrunner family to support mankind. The war, and she returned to Dalaran these two days, asking for the help of His Highness, she and His Highness have the same idea, she thinks that Quel'Thalas should join this war.

She is her, I am me! Just because she decides to do that, doesn't mean I have to do that too!

Tyrion threw out a sentence, but the change in his eyes was observed by Lor'themar, who sensed a glimmer of hope, and lowered his voice:

Of course, I'm not threatening you with Alleria, but I think you should also know that General Liresa's physical condition is not optimistic, and the candidate for the next Ranger General may be decided within the next few years. In your mind, who is the most suitable for that position?

Aurelia, right! I know you have had a very good relationship with her since childhood, and you hope that she will become the next Ranger General... What I want to say is, I hope so too!

I will explain to His Royal Highness that I will voluntarily give up my pursuit of the position of Ranger General. In return, you will help me save King Dai Lin!

Um?

Tyrion raised his head abruptly, and after confirming that Lor'themar was not joking, he asked:

Why do you do that? You don't look like such a great person.

Lor'themar stretched out his hand to straighten the phoenix emblem on his chest, and he said frankly:

Unlike you who are selfish, Tyrion, I am willing to make sacrifices for the prince and the future career of Quel'Thalas, and I admit that what you said is right, in Quel'Thalas, there is no one better than Windrunner The family is more suitable for the position of general... I am also General Liresa's disciple, don't forget.

You seem loyal to your prince, Lor'themar, but do you think you know me well? Why do you think I'll say yes to you?

Tyrion looked at Lor'themar coldly, and he asked back with disdain, which made it impossible for Lor'themar to refute, but after a few seconds, Tyrion heaved a sigh of relief, his tense face relaxed, and he took it off with his backhand. He lifted the war bow behind his back and looked at the young dragon raging on the sea in the distance.

During this special period, with the history of orcs and dragons rolling in his mind, Tyrion said in a deep voice:

So what are you going to do? Just rush into the dragon fire to save people?

Lor'themar was a little at a loss by this reversed attitude, but after a while, his eyes also fell on the distant sea, where the situation was no longer optimistic:

I'll lure it away, you and the soldiers will find His Majesty Dai Lin and his son...

It's too reckless! Even the dragon's breath of a young dragon is not something you, a mere ranger captain, can deal with! It only needs to turn its head, and you will be burned to ashes, and the orcs on board, they are extremely powerful, More savage than trolls, we have no advantage in close combat.

Tyrion shook his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the young dragon hovering in the low sky. Just as he remembered, it was a red dragon enslaved in a clumsy way. In the eyes of the ranger, A flash of light flashed:

We need to use the method of rangers to solve the problem. Arrows can't penetrate the dragon's scales, but the orc who controls the dragon is only a flesh and blood body. Listen to the miserable roar of the young dragon. Its attack on humans is not voluntary. It was manipulated by orcs!

We don't need to save Dailin at all, we just need to give the baby dragon back his freedom... that's enough!

Tyrion dodged and jumped into the wooden boat. He turned his head and shouted to the anxious but helpless General Gavinrad on the bank:

Human general, find some sailors and send us there...to save your king.

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