Azeroth’s Death Track

bang bang bang

Glokush waved his battle ax and crazily bombarded Gul'dan in front of him in the form of swinging a warhammer. His posture was like a lunatic whose mind was dazzled by anger.

And in front of his eyes, the warlock who lost his left arm was lingering. He squeezed out the last magic power in his body and held it tightly in front of his eyes in the form of a shadow shield. Blood had covered his body, on his chest. With four bone arrows inserted, a shocking wound was cut on his abdomen by an axe, and his left leg was cut off from the knee down by Tyrion's epee.

He gritted his teeth, like a dying old dog, yelling at the hunters who were staring at him. His life had come to an end. If there was no miracle, he knew that he might really die here.

Death is silent, death is extremely humble.

The dying struggle of the orc warlock did not cause much trouble. The battle only lasted less than 5 minutes, and the members of the Dark Blade Knights saw the hope of final victory.

A warlock who has lost his magical power, no matter how powerful and terrifying he was before, at this moment, he is nothing but a lamb to be slaughtered!

I am Gul'dan! I am destined to become a god! I want to surpass the gods!

The orc warlock leaned against the burnt tree trunk, panting heavily, blood flowed into his eyes, making the darkness in front of him even colder and more frightening.

How could I...die...here!

boom

His only remaining right arm clenched tightly, squeezing out the pitiful magic power. Before the wound burst, he smashed a group of weak shadow arrows at Glokush in front of him. The arrows corroded his dead body, and the battle ax he cut carried the power of death, and every blow was infused with the anger and unwillingness of the former warchief.

This will be the last battle between two people whose fate has been entwined, and one of them must die.

It's too ugly!

Tyrion leaned on the epee in his hand, looked at Gul'dan who was dying in front of him in the darkness, and said softly:

This attitude in the face of death is too ugly...

He lifted his finger and hooked it in the air, as if turning on a certain switch. The next moment, on Gul'dan's body protected by the shadow shield, those pierced and cut wounds were full of evil spirits. The fresh blood exploded like a waterfall of blood, and the stinky blood was drawn in the dark at a crazy speed. This kind of sudden extreme pain made the warlock scream in an instant.

Ahh! Tyrion! You! Damn it!!

boom

The magic shield that could not be maintained was cut open, and a bloody light appeared in Glokush's eyes. He took a step forward and swung the battle ax in his hand.

puff

Gul'dan's body flew up from the ground in embarrassment, and hit the ground under Tyrion's feet. His flesh and blood and sternum were completely smashed by the ax just now, his chest was bloody and abnormally bulged, and he was dark red His eyeballs popped, and he had lost the ability to speak in this situation where death was rushing towards his face and his life was completely dried up.

He could only stare at Tyrion with those eyes full of hatred. The latter raised his left foot and stepped on Gul'dan's chest. The extreme pain made the orc warlock crazy like a fish out of water struggled.

Well...

The next moment, Tyrion drew out the epee beside him, holding the hilt behind his hands, his blood red eyes stared at Gul'dan at his feet, and his voice was as cold as a real ice storm.

Who gave you the power to take away her future...

He pressed down with both arms fiercely, and the blade with the surge of cold air easily pierced Gul'dan's chest at this moment, nailing the orc warlock to the ground.

puff

So now...I'll take yours too!

Blood with a pungent taste splashed at this moment, and the hatred in Gul'dan's eyes solidified at this moment. This sword was like piercing a shriveled balloon, and an indescribable life flowed from this body at a rapid speed. Go, take the life of others, this is always the cruelest thing.

swish

The blood-stained blade was pulled out from the corpse under his feet. Tyrion raised his head and looked towards the sky of the night, where the figure of the red dragonling was already in sight.

Chop off his head, and take out his soul...

He will never be resurrected again!

The death knight took out a soul stone, and began to quickly set up the soul-draining circle. Behind him, Grokush, who had avenged his revenge, raised his ax with a grinning grin, and chopped it down towards Gul'dan's neck. However, This is the moment.

boom

The scorching dragon fire that fell from the sky was like a pillar of fire, fiercely spewing out towards the death knights below.

ah!

Glokush's body was hit by the dragon fire, and the battle ax in his hand melted instantly, and Gul'dan's body was wrapped in the dragon fire together with his body, causing the death knight to let out an angry cry Roaring, and Tyrion was blown away by the explosion of the dragon fire, and the moment he fell to the ground, the soul stone in his hand suddenly shattered.

Damn it!

Seeing this scene, Tyrion got up frantically, took out another soul stone, and rushed towards the corpse completely wrapped in dragon fire behind him.

Gul'dan is a warlock, and simply killing his body cannot completely destroy his existence. Orgrim once set off a massacre against the Shadow Council, but Talon Gorefiend and other warlocks also relied on the soul stone to preserve their souls.

Tyrion will not allow this to happen!

Gul'dan must die here!

boom

Saurfang, who was holding a tomahawk, jumped off the young dragon and blocked Tyrion's eyes. Before Saurfang could say anything, the death knight in front of him pulled out the heavy weight behind him with his backhand. The sword, the 7 runes on the sword were fully activated at this moment, blood, ice and evil breath entwined on the heavy sword, like a ghost death scythe, slashed fiercely at Saurfang in front of him past.

Clang!

The spine battle ax collided with the rune epee, the body of the orc warlord took two steps back, and Tyrion's charge was also interrupted, he stared at the orc in front of him, this guy killed him, cut off his life, and Now, he actually dares to block his revenge!

Unforgivable!

Tyrion's voice was as cold as the wind. He threw the Soul Stone backhand to Celent who drew the bow. In the spiritual link, he shouted loudly:

Whether you like it or not! Now...take Gul'dan's soul from me! Don't say you can't!

good!

This time, the elf ranger didn't continue to be stubborn. He took the soul stone thrown by Tyrion and rushed towards the burning dragon fire behind him. Like Tyrion, he and General Liresa also had a mentoring relationship. He also has great respect for General Ranger.

Whether in public or private, he would not want to see Gul'dan resurrected again.

Why did you betray!

In the light of the dragon fire, Saurfang swung his battle ax and trembled with the crazy Death Knight, the orc warlord shouted loudly:

The great chief values ​​you so much! Why did you betray!

To hell with your warchief!

boom

The forced suppression of anger was lifted, and the huge death energy in Tyrion's body began to riot. He blocked Saurfang's attack with the epee in his left hand, and the dark red energy in his right hand formed a storm, smashing towards the orc warrior in front of him. , the blood red light in his eyes jumped so deadly.

You and your tribe have no future!

boom

Saurfang sideways avoided this death entanglement, the howling energy hit the tree behind him, and in just an instant, the tree was corroded into ashes by the violent death force.

But this time the dodge put him at a disadvantage in the frontal battle. Tyrion's attack became even crazier. He urged the power of death in his body to turn into a icy storm, covering his body, making the ground under his feet and ashes are frozen.

Every weapon collision would slow down Saurfang's attacking movements a little bit, and by the time his whole body was covered with icicles, the orc warrior's movements had already become very stiff.

Like everyone else, Saurfang hadn't fought a death knight, especially one like Tyrion.

boom

It was another collision of weapons, and the spine battle ax in Saurfang's hand was already covered with frost. He struggled to block Tyrion's heavy blow, but the next moment, the death knight's body swayed a little, dark red Energy rose from Saurfang's feet, before he was caught off guard, like a hand of death, it ruthlessly strangled his neck and dragged his body into the air.

strangle!

puff

Tyrion swung his long sword. Although Saurfang relied on his own brute force to break free from the strangulation the next moment, the frost-covered blade had already grazed his chest. In Anger's anger, he cut off his plate armor, leaving a hideous scar on his body.

he got hurt!

He was injured in front of the blood elves of Salein!

swish

Fresh blood, scorching blood was drawn out from Saurfang's wound. Although the blood was quickly clamped by the warrior's powerful muscles, the drawn blood seemed to be drawn out. all his strength.

Saurfang took a few steps back, he clenched his battle ax with difficulty, but his steps were weak and his face was pale, it was obvious that he had been seriously injured just now.

You killed me once!

Tyrion waved his hand to disperse the blood balls suspended in front of him, and the splashed blood mist enveloped his body, quickly replenishing the consumed death power. He looked at Saurfang in front of him, and said softly without any emotion. explain:

Today, it's time to pay off the debt!

I got it!

Celent's voice sounded in Tyrion's heart, and the death knight turned his head suddenly, and saw Celent, whose whole body was burned by dragon fire, rushing out of the flames, holding a shining soul stone tightly in his hand, This made Tyrion's raised heart finally relax.

Farther away, Luminas and the Dark Ranger were struggling against the young dragon in the air, while Glokush, who had been hit by the dragon fire, barely got up from the flames.

Surviving the frontal attack of the dragon fire is enough to show the tenacity of this orc death knight.

Forgive your life today, with my kindness, get lost!

Tyrion glanced back at Saurfang, the killing intent in his eyes eager to try, but in the end he put away his weapon, turned around and rushed towards Serente.

Dark Blade Knights, forget about that dragon, break through!

Four bone griffins fell from the sky to the ground, Tyrion jumped onto the griffin, and Celent also climbed onto another griffin, but just as the griffin was about to take off, Tyrion's eyes shrank suddenly. When he got up, the darkness around Celent was abnormally active.

Be careful! There are assassins!

His voice sounded in the spiritual link, Celent raised his head suddenly, and saw a female orc with green skin, wearing red leather armor, and wielding two daggers jumped out of the darkness. In a short time, it pierced Celent's heart, and the terrifying toxin paralyzed the death knight's dead body in an instant.

Snapped

The beating soul stone fell into the hands of the female orc assassin. She jumped off the griffin lightly, and looked back at Tyrion who was rushing towards him with a roar. Struggling, but the next moment, her figure disappeared into the darkness.

Zuluhed manipulated the young dragon to fly across the ground, grabbed the seriously injured Saurfang and the assassin in the shadows onto the dragon's back, and savagely knocked away the orc death knight who rushed forward. Amid the roar of the young dragon, Fly quickly towards the rear.

And behind the young dragon, Tyrion and Luminas, who were not reconciled to having their victory stolen, followed closely behind on the bone griffin.

The death knight's eyes were fixed on the female orc assassin behind the dragon, he recognized her!

Garona! You lifeless bastard!

How dare you...steal my victory!

Role Description-Garona Harfolson, half-orc assassin, one of the most famous half-orcs, under the order of Gul'dan, assassinated many chiefs of Draenor, the most famous deed is to assist Lothar and Ka Degas killing Medivh and assassinating King Ryan Wrynn of the Stormwind Kingdom was one of the decisive conditions for the victory of the orcs in the first war. In addition, there are not many half-orcs as famous as her. Another well-known half-orc character is the warrior of the tribe, the beast king Rexxar.