Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 63 32. Difficult Freedom --- Adding more to Mr. Dan's left and right Dandao brothers [310]

Garona Harfolson, the ace assassin of the Shadow Council, the sharpest knife ever in Gul'dan's hand.

To be precise, she is a half-orc! She is a hybrid of orcs and draenei, because of her impure blood, she was discriminated against in the orc tribe, but Gul'dan discovered her talent, and brought her into the Shadow Council, training her to become the most dangerous presence.

Really powerful assassins are generally not well-known, and Garona is an exception. Two years ago, the orcs were able to break through the Stormwind Kingdom. A large part of the reason was that Garona assassinated Stormwind in the most heavily guarded fortress in the Stormwind Kingdom. Kingdom King Ryan Wrynn.

But to be honest, Garona is not in the same heart as Gul'dan, even this time the Jedi comeback is her difficult struggle for freedom. Of course, we can talk about her story later.

They're catching up!

Saurfang sat cross-legged behind the young dragon, breathing hard. He looked back and could clearly see Tyrion and Luminas chasing behind the young dragon. He has personally experienced the fighting power, and he doesn't think that relying on the current three people can fight against Tyrion and Luminas.

But in the face of the warlord's worries, Zuluhed, who manipulated the young dragon, sneered:

Don't worry, Saurfang, maybe on the ground, I am not their opponent, but this is in the sky! The sky is the battlefield of Dragonmaw!

He pulled the young dragon's rein and lowered the fully tamed beast. He looked at Saurfang and Garona, who was as silent as a shadow, and said confidently:

Go first, I'll stop them! Poor Gul'dan probably won't be able to hold on anymore, look at this unlucky guy, how pitiful!

Zuluhed's voice was full of undisguised schadenfreude. He watched Saurfang and Garona jump off the dragon's back and fall into the dark earth. He snorted and refocused on On the death knight attacking from behind.

Orgrim will finally know who is the power to rely on!

A hint of arrogance flashed in the eyes of Chief Dragonmaw:

Me and my dragon! Who can defeat us in the sky?

Aww!

The young dragon also seemed to sense the will of its master. It let out a loud roar, flapped its huge wings, and rushed into the sky. Facing the two bone griffins, the young dragon snorted and took a deep breath. Movement, in the dark night, the light of the dragon fire danced in its sharp teeth, making the surrounding sky, which was already almost dawn, scorching hot.

Dragon breath, this is the unique ability of giant dragons. According to the different races of giant dragons, the effects of dragon breath are completely different. For red dragons, the incomparable scorching heat, as well as the transformation of dual attributes of destruction and new life, is the red dragon. Dragon fire logo.

Roar

Amidst Zuluhed's wild laughter, the dragon's breath like a pillar of fire swept across the sky in front of him, like a flaming whip, completely covering the space in front of him, and the griffin of Luminas was killed in an instant. The dragon fire burned out, and she herself waved her hands wildly in the air, screaming and falling to the ground.

However, considering that the young lady is already a dead body, she will not fall to her death again at a height of more than 20 meters.

And Tyrion manipulated the griffin to charge wildly in the flying dragon fire. There was a gloomy killing intent in his blood red eyes. Gul'dan's soul stone might not be here anymore. This kind of serious frustration Let him accumulate unimaginable anger in his heart.

How terrible is the wrath of the undead?

That is the hideousness that would rather destroy one's own existence, but also drag the opponent to hell together.

boom

When it was nearly 30 yards away from the flamboyant young dragon, the griffin under Tyrion's crotch could no longer persist. As a fragile soul, it was already remarkable that it could persist in the scorching dragon fire until now.

Before it was overwhelmed by the dragon fire that fell from the sky, Tyrion sprang up from behind the griffin. Protruding forward, the dark red death energy in the palm of the hand was beating, and when the rune light shattered, the death grip was precisely buckled on the young dragon's neck.

The strong suction force pulled Tyrion's falling body back to the young dragon in the sky. His body passed through the scorching dragon fire, and felt the process of the dragon fire destroying his body. Burning pain, he gritted his teeth.

boom

Tyrion, who was burning with flames all over his body, landed behind the young dragon. In front of his eyes, the shocked Zuluhed subconsciously held the hunting stick in his hand. Tyrion raised his head, and the eyes jumped The blood-red light sent chills down Zuluhed's spine.

He seemed to know why even a warrior as powerful as Saurfang was crushed in front of the death knight in front of him.

Seeing Tyrion stand up on the dragon's back and raised the heavy sword, Zuluhed took a step back, his throat moved up and down, the bold words before were still in his heart, but at this moment, he regretted a little... .

Ahhh!

A minute later, Zuluhed, covered in blood, was thrown from behind the young dragon. The old orc screamed frantically, waving his hands in the air, trying to grab the straw that didn't exist, but in the end In a free fall posture, it fell towards the dark ground.

boom

Zuluhed's body collided back and forth among the trees in the Eversong Forest, bounced, and finally smashed into the ground. His left arm was twisted abnormally, and his back was scratched with hideous wounds by the branches. He looked extremely embarrassed. , but at least he survived.

The old team leader was sitting on the ground, panting heavily. When he raised his head, he could see the baby dragon swaying wildly in the sky. Obviously, his pet was fighting the terrifying death knight.

No matter how strong you are, you can't be the opponent of the dragon!

Zulushid gritted his teeth, stood up, propped himself up with the broken hunting stick in his hand, and wanted to get out of the forest. However, when he turned his head, what he saw was a dark figure who was also staggering, That was the last person he wanted to see.

Miss Luminas also saw Zuluhed in front of her. She reached out and wiped the blood stains on her face, and then drew out the elf sword from her waist. Along with the energy of death, it entangled around her body, a touch of undead A sneer danced in her blood-red eyes.

Look what I found... an old ugly orc, tired of living... Come on, let me take you to rest!

You're welcome...

In the sky, Tyrion's epee pierced into the scales of the struggling young dragon for the seventh time under the blessing of the sharpness of the frost. Spinning, trying to knock Tyrion off its back.

But the death knight tightly clasped the young dragon's wound and fixed it behind it. Tyrion's state was not normal at this time. When he smelled the first touch of dragon blood, the hunger for blood in his body Thirst rose again, making him want to drink the dragon's blood.

swish

Crystal blood beads danced around his body, he stretched out his hand, and in the cold wind, put the dragon blood beads into his mouth and crushed them.

The next moment, the hot temperature like a flame boiled in his body, as if swallowing a piece of burning coal alive, but in the extreme pain of the body, the hunger of the soul was satisfied, temporarily Satisfied, and in less than 10 seconds, that seemingly endless hunger returns.

Under the blessing of anger and hunger, Tyrion's left hand was forced into the young dragon's wound. He no longer suppressed himself, so amidst the earth-shattering roar of the young dragon, all the blood from its whole body was crazily sucked , to the last drop.

Aww

The young dragon let out a final roar. Its life had come to an end with the dissipation of blood. Coupled with the suppression of the border guardian's enchantment, it could no longer drive its heavy wings. It could only take the elf vampire behind it, Fall together into the forest of the dawn of Quel'Thalas.

The death of the young dragon also represented the end of the chaos of the night... a temporary end.

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Let me see (Let Choogall see)

In the empty camp of the orcs, the night war has ended, and the orcs did not enter the hinterland of Quel'Thalas as smoothly as expected. On the one hand, it was because of the desperate resistance of the elf rangers; The revival of Banti Raynor's enchantment in the middle of it made the magic attacks of ogres and trolls once again suppressed.

Tyrion's trap for Gul'dan inadvertently bought precious time for the elves' reinforcements, and finally turned defeat into victory.

At this time, the soldiers of the three clans had gathered up again to defend against the counterattack of the elves, while the two-headed ogre Cho'gall was sitting in the tent of the camp, holding Gul'dan's soul stone in his hand.

Cho'gall's three eyes danced with unknown lights, but in the end, he mobilized his magic power to nourish Gul'dan's weary soul.

My respected mentor, you almost died (you should thank the lovely Garona, without her, we would not be able to save you.)

Just a little accident...

With the help of the psychic circle emitting light around him, Gul'dan's weak voice sounded in the tent:

Death can't stop a warlock...

But your body was destroyed (Dragon fire burned your body, and there was only ash left there.)

Cho'gall's two heads made sad expressions at the same time, Gul'dan fell silent, but soon, he said again:

Contact Bloodfiend, I need him to personally choose a suitable body for me.

Gorefiend won't say yes so easily (he's turned into a dog of Orgrim!)

There was a hint of embarrassment on Gugall's face:

How can I persuade him? (He must be asking a lot!)

Then tell him, curse the code, the secret he wants, I'll give you this in exchange!

Gul'dan's voice became cloudy:

As long as the Gorefiend has brains, he should know that Orgrim doesn't trust him. If he wants to protect himself, he must have enough weapons to turn the tide of the battle. Go, Cho'gall, I believe, Goregore will agree of.

The ogre nodded, stood up, and walked out of the tent. His departure made the atmosphere of the tent quiet and weird again. A few minutes later, Gul'dan's soul let out a sigh:

Then, why don't you speak? Garona... You managed to escape from Trayger, but you followed me all the way. Let me guess, are you trying to kill me? Because I used to treat you What did you do?

hum

The dark air danced, and a moment later, Garona's body appeared in the corner of the tent. She was kneeling and sitting there, her posture was not like a rude orc at all. Looking carefully, except for her pale green skin Well, she doesn't have many characteristics of a knight on her body, and even the fangs at the corners of her mouth are small and exquisite.

Her black hair was tied into two ponytails at the back of her head, which looked weird, and on her slender waist hung two twisted and hideous daggers, and on the blades of the daggers were obscure and mysterious Runic light.

Garona's eyes are light blue, which represents half of the blood in her body belonging to the draenei, and in the deepest part of those light blue eyes, there is a faintly invisible dark red spot, which represents Looking at a part of her soul manipulated by Gul'dan.

Why don't you speak? Garona, my most trusted subordinate, you see, I taught you to be the best assassin. I forged these two daggers specially for you. What you did made it New name...

Kingslayer, not just a dagger, but also your name... Tell me, Garona, what do you want? For the sake of saving me in the end, I may be merciful to give you what you want. of...

I want freedom!

Gul'dan's voice was interrupted by Garona, the half-orc assassin's voice was filled with a special hoarseness, like a blade rubbing in the dark, she looked at the soul stone in front of her, and as she danced her fingers, the sharp blade Arrived on the surface of the soul stone.

I just want to be free! The rest, I will take it myself!

Freedom? Oh, did your human friends teach you new words?

Gul'dan ruthlessly mocked the assassin in front of him:

So, where is your human friend who taught you to chase freedom? Oh, yes, you pierced his heart with your own hands, my poor King Lane, who trusted people who shouldn't be trusted... Don't you understand? Garona, freedom, that is just a meaningless illusion! Your life, your meaning, is only on the battlefield...

click

A crack was torn open by the dagger on the surface of the soul stone. Garona's eyes were full of pain, and she roared:

Shut up! Freedom! Give it to me!!

Alright alright...

This action made Gul'dan feel threatened. Due to his current weak condition, he no longer provoked the assassin in front of him. He pondered for a moment and said in a low voice:

The freedom you want, I will give you!

Go, go back to Draenor, go back to our dying world, at the edge of Shadowmoon Valley, where I hide the Lord's Eye that binds your soul, smash it, and you will be free...but Garona, you'll never really get it, you're a damned man, you're a wretch...

Gul'dan's voice echoed in the tent, but the tent was empty, and Garona had left at some point, as if she had never appeared before.

In a sense, Garona is actually a poor person who can't help herself... Besides, boys with rhythm, come and tell me, how should the soul be killed? Gul'dan's body has been chopped into pieces, you say I'm delaying the plot? Killing the soul means crushing the pia at once? Don't be ridiculous, okay? That's Gul'dan, that's a great warlock, a master at playing with souls, Tyrion doesn't even have the ability to kill his souls right now? Even a warlock like Gorefiend can guarantee the survival of the soul in the case of the death of the body, you mean Gul'dan can't do it? If you want to kill a warlock, can you still play without imprisoning the soul? Do you really understand the word warlock?

Finally, enjoy reading and discussing, if you feel uncomfortable, just press the upper right corner, just because I have a good temper doesn't mean I have to follow up with whatever dirty water you throw! The plot of the death knight is not easy to write, why are there so few death knights as the protagonist in Warcraft novels? Think about it seriously, brothers, the plot of the death knight must be dark and gloomy, and the cool point itself is not enough. If I want to write cool articles, why don’t I write about other professions? I chose to write the one with the most bitterness and hatred.

I still think the protagonist talks too much... I am so convinced that I can't even spray the idea!