Azeroth’s Death Track

For the Commando of the Order, with their firepower, it is very easy to deal with a formation composed of no more than 100 bugs.

Therefore, this final encounter took less than 3 minutes to resolve the battle. The last high-level winged worm wanted to turn around and escape, but was killed by the black iron death knight sniper in the Thassarian team. Meters away, a shot exploded in the head.

Collect the strongest carapaces on these bugs!

Thassarian turned his scorching muzzle down, held a shotgun in one hand, and shouted to the death knights around him:

There are also those special glands. They are all installed and sent back to the base. These things are considered as spoils of war... Tsk tsk, what a shame.

As he spoke, the human death knight turned around and walked towards the protected elf. It was a female night elf, which was very easy to identify. Since Thassarian had a high elf teammate by his side, he was the common Sara for elves. I still have some understanding of Si language.

Where are you from?

Thassarian asked in terrible Salas language. The night elf girl who was obviously frightened saw the gun that was still emitting smoke in Thassarian's hand. She hugged her body in fear. Just now, This chick saw with her own eyes how this terrifying iron wand projected lightning and flames, tearing those vicious insects to pieces.

In her opinion, these guys who use steel wands are no more peaceful than insects. As a priest of the moon god, she can easily see through Thassarian's essence... This is a living undead! In the traditional culture of night elves, desecrating the dead is an unforgivable sin.

But... these vicious warriors saved her life anyway, so it would be very rude not to say anything, so under the gaze of Thassarian, the little night elf girl who was stabbed by the bugman's claw on the leg looked down. replied in a voice:

My name is Natalia Marliss...I am the wife of Cenarion Stronghold Commander Marliss. I was ambushed by insects while I was out. Mighty adventurer, please send me back Fortress, my husband will pay you enough.

Ms. Natalia, the moon priest, doesn't believe in the undead in front of her eyes. What's worse, the Salas language she speaks belongs to the language family of the night elves. It hasn't changed at all for thousands of years. It's very complicated. The language, at least for Thassarian who only knows a few words, is like a bible, and there are no high elves in Thassarian's team, so in desperation, Thassarian can only make a Bad decision.

He knocked out the screaming Priest Luna, put her on the skeleton warhorse, and planned to take her back to the temporary base of the Order.

With the current situation of this chick, throwing her here can only let her fend for herself, and the orderers pursue their own mission of maintaining world order. They are a group of guys from the neutral and good camp. Thassarian can't do it. Don't let the weak die.

And more importantly, for this desert, the Orderers are out-and-out outsiders. Their understanding of this desert is limited to the fantasy stories of adventurers, but now, a living life appears in In front of their eyes, this proves that there must be other forces in the depths of this desert.

For the Orderers who urgently need local intelligence to carry out hunting missions, this is already a blessing from heaven.

As for the series of stories this night elf chick mysteriously disappears in the desert... who cares?

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Shimmering Plains, under this white, salt marsh-rich plain and the mountains where the Tanaris Desert meets, the army from Stormwind City is gathering here. This is an army equipped with a large number of thermal weapons, although the overall The technical content is several levels behind the Dark Blade Army, but at any rate, the popularity of firearms has been achieved, so that soldiers no longer need to hold swords to fight those crazy bugs.

Nearly 2 kilometers in front of the legion's front, there is a collapsed surface. Under the surface, the Qiraji who sneaked into this place did not feel that the end was approaching. The Qiraji imprint was engraved on the back. Under the command of the brain worms, the underground passages are constantly being dug, and the female worms are still laying eggs. In a farther place, the winged soldier worms are patrolling the sky around the large tunnel.

This is a vanguard army... They have been here for less than 10 days, and the number of bugs here has exceeded 50,000, and their number is still growing at a geometric rate. Maybe in another month, from The bugs flying out of this pothole are enough to completely submerge New Stormwind City.

Fortunately... with the help of the new friends of the empire, humans discovered the insect nest hidden under the shining plain in advance.

The evolution direction of the Qiraji is primitive. In this system, the combat effectiveness of the vast majority of worker insects is very weak, which shows that they are still relying on numbers to wage wars, which is not in line with common sense...

The silver-white compound eyes of the dismantler Scriss shone with light of thought, and beside it, Archmage Modera asked doubtfully:

What do you mean? Are these qiraji abnormal, you mean?

Of course, this is very abnormal!

The nerubian priest said to the archmage beside him:

Insects are a civilization that attaches great importance to evolution. Nerubians migrated to the Northrend continent after the collapse of the Yaqui Empire. Of course, the world had not yet collapsed at that time, but in short, we evolved ourselves in the ice and snow, and finally Breaking away from the original worm form, it has stabilized in the current form of the Naiyou Nerubian, and all these evolutions have been completed in nearly ten thousand years.

And the Qiraji have existed for no shorter than us. Relying on the gene fragments left by the Yaqi Empire engraved in their souls, they should also have their own evolution process, and they should evolve a form that is more suitable for this desert environment, but Now, except for the lowest-level worker insects, I don't see any traces of this evolution.

There was a hint of doubt and solemnity in Scris's voice:

Obviously, something we don't understand is affecting the qiraji, which suppresses this evolutionary instinct, allowing the qiraji to maintain its most primitive posture for tens of millions of years... this is not Normal, human friends, this time you have to deal with not only the Qiraji, but also the shadow behind the Qiraji, which makes me... feel very uneasy.

You mean, behind the Qiraji, there is a mastermind manipulating this civilization?

The Archmage's expression also became serious. She looked at the Griffin Knights who were making final preparations behind her, and she whispered:

Your Excellency the Deconstructor, based on your knowledge, what do you think it could be? An ancient god?

God? No! At least not the kind of god you think.

Shaking its odd head, its forelimbs dangling in the air, the Deconstructor said:

Insect people have their own gods, and nerubians used to have them too... Unfortunately, when Azjol-Nerub fell, we prayed to the gods, but we couldn't get an answer. The great subterranean empire was utterly destroyed, and our gods said nothing about it...We survivors have cast aside that meaningless faith, but the Qiraji may not have...

I can only say that if there is really an ancient god behind the Qiraji, then you have no chance of winning, at least with the current size of the army, you have no chance of winning...Human friends, you need allies, enough More allies, enough to overwhelm the world's allies.

Wow, wow

Hundreds of griffin riders manipulated their mounts to let these winged beasts fly into the sky. The formation of the griffins flapping their wings was amazing. The knights lined up in the air in a dense formation and kept moving forward. Under the guidance, these flying troops carrying strange red-painted iron barrels on their claws slowly approached the edge of the shining plain.

Their arrival disturbed the patrols around the Shimmering Plains worm nest. The wasp-like wing worms screamed and rushed towards the Griffon Knights, but they were quickly crushed by the escorting knights with their burst rifles in the air. Many bugs sensed the coming battle, they turned over the dust above their heads, and rushed from the ground to the ground.

bomb!

In the roar of Kurdran Wildhammer, the leader of the griffin knights, the knights who flew over the nest manipulated the griffin one after another, throwing the red iron bucket held in the beast's claws to the ground.

Boom, boom

The iron barrels fell to the ground, smashing the unlucky worms to pieces. However, this was not a bombardment weapon. The hundreds of iron barrels that fell from the sky were torn open, and the viscous black liquid inside quickly spread all over the worms. The nest was like mercury pouring down the ground, and the pungent liquid even flowed to the deepest part of the nest.

what is that?

The Nerubian Priest could clearly see the battlefield on the edge of the Shining Plain with his mental power. He watched with great interest as the Griffin Knight threw those iron buckets filled with black liquid on the bugs' heads, but Those liquids were not poisonous or corrosive, they just kept seeping into the ground like a stream of water.

Just from the surface, it is difficult to regard this liquid as a weapon, but Scriss does not think that human air cavalry will risk being torn apart by winged insects just to play a game.

Facing the doubts of the disassembler, Archmage Modera shrugged and explained:

It's the waste left over from the church's making of holy fire oil. It can't be reused, but it's very viscous, and... extremely flammable, even more flammable than the oil used by goblins. Best of all, it It is not volatile, and can last for a long time... Those in the military department call this thing an incendiary bomb, which I think is very appropriate.

As soon as the Archmage finished speaking, the last iron bucket also fell from the sky, and it precisely hit the entrance of the worm nest. The speed of the Griffin Knights who had lost their load became very fast, just like the original plan. They retreated at a fast speed, while the captain of the Griffin Rider, the brave Kurdran Wildhammer took the initiative to shoulder the most dangerous task.

He drove his own griffin to quickly approach the ground amidst the blockade of winged insects. The dwarf yelled and pulled out a flare gun from his belt. At the moment when he was closest to the surface, in the passing scene , the Wildhammer aimed at the bugs on the ground that jumped up and wanted to bite him and pulled the trigger.

boom

A flaming flare flew out from the muzzle of the gun and hit the hole of the insect nest below which was covered with viscous liquid. The next moment, amidst Kurdran's roar, the ground around the insect nest was completely ignited up.

The crazily burning flames roared into the sky, and the flames even shot up to a height of nearly 5 meters, and further below, the high-temperature flames followed the black liquid that went deep into the ground, and continued to burn into the insect nest, and those who were contaminated with The bugs soaked in the black liquid were also ignited. They struggled frantically, but the burning flames were hard to extinguish.

The solid carapace covered by the qiraji can help them persist in the flames for a few minutes, but after the flames are ignited, the entire land around the nest is like a burning hell, and there is nowhere to escape.

In the human position, the Griffin Riders had already started loading the second batch of incendiary bombs after a short rest.

Flame...good weapon.

The disassembler, Skris, looked at the pillar of fire rising from the ground in the distance. He shook his head and sighed for the whimsy of human beings:

High-level nerubians like us are also afraid of flames. You have found great targeted weapons. However, if it is just ordinary flames, it is not enough to fight the entire bugman empire. Human friends, Qiraji rely on Fighting in numbers, when they come out in full force, no matter how terrifying the flames are, they will be extinguished with their bodies... Never underestimate the number of bugs.

I know, we all know.

Archmage Modera whispered:

This war is not so easy to win, but at least now, we have started to fight back, haven't we?

Since the failure of the Battle of Northern Border, my compatriots have been contaminated with too much haze in their hearts. Under such circumstances, if the human empire wants to be reborn from the ashes, it must first defeat the fear in its heart, whether it is barbarians or insects. Regardless of people, they are all opponents we must survive and defeat... If even such an enemy cannot be defeated, what should we rely on to challenge the Dark Blade Legion in the future?

The human empire will not wait to die in fear. We have already lost once, and we have no right to lose again.

The archmage looked at the burning earth in front of her eyes, and she said softly:

They thought they were going to bring hell to us, but we...

I have seen the real hell a long time ago.