Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 64 33. Secret order --- Add more for the Taipal brothers, the head of the novice village [410]

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Tyrion opened his eyes. He raised his head from the cold and dark cemetery, and what he saw was Fengxing Village, which had been turned into ruins. The high tower of Windrunner in the distance had been completely destroyed by the raging dragon fire. .

The familiar scenery can no longer be seen, as if the last trace of the past in my heart has been completely erased by the war.

Tyrion turned his head and looked at the tombstone behind him. It was erected here by himself last night, representing the past that he buried with his own hands.

The left and right sides of this stone tombstone are decorated with slightly hideous white bones, which are Gul'dan's bones, which were used by Tyrion to pay homage to the dead souls, and the sadness, and the words carved by Tyrion, represent his Last memorial for the dead.

Where the dawn blooms and the night ends, you are the greatest general, the most fearless hero, the most steadfast protector, and the most perfect mother.

The epitaph on the inscription was not prominent, and Tyrion hadn't even inscribed Liresa's name, as he didn't want her to be disturbed.

The death knight leaned down, and his fingers touched a wild flower beside the tombstone. In the flames of the night, this delicate little flower miraculously survived the flames, but its petals had already withered, and it looked exactly like this Like a land of ashes, about to die.

hum

The frost surging from the fingertips covered the little flower, like a layer of perfect protection, the crystal clear ice covered the strong flower little by little, casting it into a bouquet of ice that never dies .

He half-kneeled on the ground and placed it next to the tombstone in front of him. He reached out and touched the stone tablet.

I'm leaving and I may never come back.

But if I die, I hope I can be buried here and be with you forever...

I know you yearn for peace, but I'm sorry, mother...I can't embrace it anymore.

Bye now.

The death knight stood up. He closed his eyes and stood in front of the tombstone for a moment, then turned and left. The dark cloak enveloped his body, as if covering his destiny, without a trace of light.

Ten minutes later, on the outskirts of Quel'Thalas, in the half-burned forest, four behemoths were placed on the ashes-filled ground. They were four dead young dragons, three of which were killed General Liresa killed it.

When the war was going on, the elves didn't care about dealing with these corpses, and when they came back to look for them, the three-headed dragon corpses had disappeared.

Tyrion looked at the corpses of the four young dragons in front of him, one of which had shriveled skin and looked horrifying, like a zombie dragon. He had drained all the blood from his body and died the worst. At that time, the other young dragons were also cut open by Luminas and Serente, bleeding continuously.

Dragon blood is a real good thing. Tyrion drained the blood of the young dragon, and the scorching blood almost evaporated his whole body, but after cooling down, his body became stronger enough to hold More death energy.

Although other death knights can't directly absorb dragon's blood like him, as long as they deal with it a little, it can also be used to strengthen their bodies.

Their souls are gone.

Glokush walked up to Tyrion and said to him: We can't awaken them in the way of death knights, we can only use them as the lowest level of walking corpses.

enough!

Tyrion replied: It's just a young dragon. It has no possibility of becoming a bone dragon or an ice dragon. At least they can become qualified mounts and destructive weapons when necessary.

It's a big project.

Blackhand shrugged his shoulders. Although he failed to kill Gul'dan completely, cutting off the guy's head also let him breathe a sigh of relief. He looked at the dark rangers who were busy drawing the psychic circle, and said :

It could take all day to get it right.

enough!

Tyrion reached out and grabbed a white skull at his waist, and he played with it in his hand. Finally, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the orc camp:

The elves will help us hold them back. Zuluhed was beheaded by Luminas himself. Without him, those young dragons are nothing to fear. Let's go, let's recruit new members, and then tonight ...Tonight, let's kill them all!

While Tyrion and Glokush were wandering the battlefield after the war, looking for qualified new members for the Dark Blade Knights, in the orc camp, Warlord Saurfang was also considering Quel'Thalas battle situation.

In the battle last night, the orcs decisively chose to retreat seeing the support of the elves, but the Amani trolls who hated the elves did not do so.

On the contrary, even after the orcs withdrew, these trolls continued to attack like crazy. After losing Zul'jin, they didn't have a qualified leader at all.

The Amani trolls use their actual actions to perfectly explain what is cannon fodder... Their crazy attack regardless of loss, blocked all the elf pursuers for the retreating orcs, even now that the battle is over, those The trolls, dazzled by hatred, are still attacking the elves' re-solidified line of defense.

Except for the fleeing Ravager clan, the Twilight's Hammer and Dragonmaw clan have not suffered much.

Saurfang's face was still a little pale. He sat on his chair, thinking about the battle of Quel'Thalas:

But we can't waste too much troops here, it's just a feint attack, and the goal has been achieved.

The orc warlord's eyes narrowed. He got the battle report this morning. Human reinforcements appeared in the elves' army, which meant that their war in Quel'Thalas had attracted the attention of the human kingdom, and The number of those reinforcements is not large, that is to say, the human kingdom has put most of its military power on the front-line confrontation, and they may not have much time to pay attention to the matters of the elves.

It's a good thing, now...just wait for the Warchief's order.

Thinking of this, Saurfang stretched out his hands and rubbed his chest. The fierce battle last night caused him to lose at least one-fifth of his blood. The terrible threat that Ang showed in the battle still caught the attention of the orc warlord.

He had also heard the news that Talon Gorefiend's death knights were defeated by paladins on the front line, but now it seems that what is really worth noting is not Talon Gorefiend at all, but the sudden emergence of Tyrion Dawn Blade, the elf ranger who was beheaded by him.

Unfortunately, he had already betrayed the Horde, and the moment he killed Gul'dan's body, he had already stood on the opposite side of Saurfang.

Overseer! We found the Zuluhed...

Saurfang's thoughts were interrupted by the guard's report, and he raised his head, shouting:

Then let him come to see me!

Well

The guard lifted the curtain of the tent with some embarrassment, and walked in with a bag. After a while, Saurfang saw the head in the bag, which belonged to Zuluhed. When the head was cut off, the orc The chieftain's horror still lingered on his cheeks, a disgrace to the orcs.

Take it down!

Saurfang felt his chest tight, and the wound on his head was frozen. There is no doubt that it was the work of those death knights again. Although Zuluhed was cowardly, arrogant and stupid, he commanded the Dragonmaw clan. Killed, if Saurfang can't come up with a convincing reason, I'm afraid the Dragonmaw clan will rebel in an instant.

What a mess!

Saurfang cursed, but the current situation did not give him much time to hesitate. The trolls have proved that they are not qualified allies at all, and it will be a matter of time before they are defeated. Once the elves calm down the trolls, Trouble, it's self-evident who will settle the score next moment.

Quel'Thalas can't stay!

Saurfang gritted his teeth, stood up, and was about to call a meeting of the chiefs, and at this moment, a tired orc messenger rushed into the tent:

Overseer, I have brought the chief's secret order!

Um?

Saurfang froze for a moment. Quel'Thalas was thousands of kilometers away from the frontline hilly battlefield. It is not possible to pass commands this way.

The orc warlord reached out and took the animal skin letter in the messenger's hand. He unfolded it and glanced at it, with undisguised joy dancing in his eyes.

Guards! Go ask Chief Cho'gall to come over...By the way, bring Gul'dan's soul, Dragonmaw...Dragonmaw is fine!

A few minutes later, Cho'gall walked into Saurfang's tent holding Gul'dan's soul stone. Saurfang was not polite, and directly handed Orgrim's secret order to Cho'gall. Looking at it, the three eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise.

Is this true? Those humans, at this time... (This may be a despicable tactical fraud!)

of course it's true!

Saurfang moved his wrist and said in a deep voice:

The reputation of the Alterac Kingdom has always been like this. It is not surprising that they made such a choice. There is no need to worry about the frontline battlefield. Now, it is time for us to set off to enter the real battlefield... I plan to start from Lordaeron The Stratholme area of ​​the kingdom penetrates directly into the hinterland of the human kingdom, and according to the intelligence of the scouts, we only need to make a rapid march in 2-3 days to arrive at the royal city of Lordaeron!

The orc warlord clenched his fists, his eyes full of anticipation for victory:

At that time, the overall situation will be settled!

Gul'gall hesitated for a moment, and Gul'dan's soul stone didn't have a special reaction. After a while, the two-headed ogre chief replied respectfully:

So, when are we leaving? (A more convenient night?)

Well...this afternoon!

Saurfang narrowed his eyes, a cold but absolutely effective idea formed in his mind, he lowered his voice:

I will let the Dragonmaw Clan send out all the young dragons this afternoon to attack Quel'Thalas to attract the attention of the entire battlefield, and then we will take this opportunity to pass through Quel'Thalas at the fastest speed And the mountains of Stratholme, by the way, tell those trolls that we are about to counterattack!

Since they are only willing to be driven by revenge, let them go for revenge as much as they want!

boom

Saurfang slammed his fist on the table, staring at Cho'gall in front of him, he asked in a deep voice:

I have only one question now, Chief Cho'gall, your Twilight's Hammer clan, are you willing to give everything for the cause of Warchief Orgrim and the entire Horde?

Gujar nodded without hesitation, stood up, and patted his chest:

Of course! I am loyal to the warchief! (Every one of my tribe and I are willing to give everything for the cause of the tribe!)

The next second, he spoke again:

Same goes for Gul'dan's Ravager Clan (Warlock has realized his mistake, you can trust him!)

Let's wait until the battlefield to say it with actions!

Saurfang nodded, and at the same time, the Kor'Kron assassins standing silently behind Cho'gall also dispersed under the command of Safarur's eyes. Of course this was a battle meeting, but This is also an assessment, once Cho'gall and Gul'dan have any dissatisfaction, Saurfang will kill them without hesitation.

A few minutes later, Cho'gall came out of Saurfang's tent, and he wiped the cold sweat from his brow with his hand.

Even with a powerful Warlock and Mage like him, in such a small space, facing a warrior like Saurfang and more than 5 elite assassins, there is a high chance that he will be killed instantly.

But now it seems that his submissive disguise on weekdays has greatly added points to him.

Gul'dan, what should we do? (Are we going to follow him back to die?)

Cho'gall asked in the spiritual link, and after a while, Gul'dan's voice sounded again:

It's okay, follow him back first... When the Gorefiend's goods arrive, you and I will be truly free. We will find our destiny. Let Orgrim and his tribe and alliance fight to the death ...

There is only one winner in the end!

that's me!

These words emerged in Gul'dan and Cho'gall's hearts at the same time. Obviously, they didn't trust each other, but these two conspirators still had the same goal and could cooperate, at least for now.