Azeroth’s Death Track

The ancient gods exist in another dimension. When they come to the world as entities, their soul and body power will become extremely terrifying. Generally speaking, the soul strength of flesh and blood creatures cannot bear the strength of the ancient gods. Just a whisper is enough to make them lose their minds, it is enough to shatter the soul cognition of mortals, and turn them into real lunatics.

Only the cultists who dedicated everything to the Old Gods, the lunatics of the Twilight's Hammer, could bear this whisper, but not even the craziest lunatic dared to take too much into it. Digging deep, it was a world they shouldn't have entered. Even a trace of strange knowledge was enough to completely destroy their last cognition.

Therefore, in the descriptions of the ancient gods by the cultists, the indescribable, distorted greatness, and the illusion of the end of the world have become the most commonly used words to describe the ancient gods. It is not that the cultists do not want to describe their own gods more clearly. , but they can't do it!

Even they dare not look directly at the fallen majesty of the ancient god.

But... this kind of twisted and chaotic interference has a limit. Any creature that belongs to the structure of the Titan has resistance to the power of the ancient gods in its soul. The more advanced the creature in the system of the Titan structure, The stronger the resistance to this corrupted force, and the world guardians left by the titans, they can go deep into the nightmare of the ancient gods and start a fierce battle with them.

There is an easier, but more difficult method... Since the power of the ancient gods can directly affect the soul, before contacting them, continuously increase the strength of your soul, and you can also diffuse the power of the ancient gods Medium, hold on longer...

In the center surrounded by swarms of insects, Xiaoer, who was completely suppressed by the power of the ancient god C'Thun, shook his head frantically, as if trying to expel the voice and phantom that had seeped into his mind, but he couldn't, at least relying on He can't do it himself.

But at the moment when Xiaoer was about to be occupied by the ancient gods, a black shadow appeared in the swarm. He was wearing a black windbreaker, a half-covered mask, and gray hair. On the ground, looking back at the struggling Xiao Er, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his pale eyes.

You look really miserable...the other me...

This familiar voice made Xiao raise his head with difficulty, and finally saw the face of that figure. On that cheek, there was a staggered knife mark, and those eyes made him very familiar.

Black...Black Shore!

Shut up!

Hei Xiaoer kicked impatiently and kicked Xiao Er's head. The force made Xiao Er flip over on the ground for a week. This heavy blow shook Xiao Er who was already under extreme pressure. He was knocked unconscious, and Hei Xiaoer picked up a rune stone and stuck it on Xiao Er's forehead. At this moment, another huge and icy soul power escaped from the rune stone, and Ke'thun With the help of the brain worm, a trace of power extended here was expelled from Xiao Er.

This kind of expulsion made the ancient god extremely angry. Between the continuous flashing of the compound eyes of the brain worm, a depraved and tyrannical force shrouded the nest, and it wanted to penetrate into the soul of this strange life in front of him. , but was stopped by another force.

Heishor raised his head, he could see the collision of those two forces, it was a battle between the big bosses... With the spiritual link between the high-level undead of the dark blade, the huge consciousness of the big lord also appeared here In the worm's nest, of course, the air-to-air combat of the two bosses was just a weak collision of forces from both sides. Neither C'Thun nor Tyrion put much effort here.

The ancient gods have not completely escaped from the seal of the titans, and the great lord is still busy exploring the realm of death at this time. They all have their own very important things to do.

Look, the bosses are starting to fight...

Heishor tilted his head, took out a cigar from his pocket, hung it on his mouth, and lit it. In the thick smoke, a murderous cold light flashed in his pale eyes.

He swung his hands outward, and two ice-like rapiers extended out of his palms. He looked at the worms around him, and between the two long swords, an X-shaped blade lighted up in the dim sky.

It's time for us to play too...

He took a step forward, and the next moment, more than 30 phantoms holding double knives rushed into the swarm. Amid Heishor's grinning laughter, cold blood flowers lit up wantonly in the swarm. Tyrion's No. 1 killer, who had been defeated by Shaw's escape, seemed to have come out of the shadow of failure... and became sharper and more deadly.

Seven minutes later, Hei Shor, who was wearing a windbreaker, dragged the unconscious Shor, and walked out of the insect nest of the big crack. Behind him, there were footprints covered with green blood. It popped back without looking back, the burning cigar drew a perfect arc in the air, and landed on the entrance of the insect nest.

And at this moment...

boom

All the placed bombs exploded at the same time, and the violent flames completely destroyed the 15-meter-thick sand layer above the insect nest. When the collapsed stones were pressed down, most of the insects were killed. It was buried deep in the ground, but there were still many bugs frantically flocking in all directions amid the roar of the flames, but they were quickly swallowed by the tumbling flames behind them.

Black Shore bent down and held the fresh, freshly chopped head of the cerebrate worm in his hand. Amidst the scorching flames, he glanced at the goblin airship in the sky that was fighting the crazy wing worm. As well as the heavily armed soldiers of the Seventh Legion running around, he shook his head, kicked Shaw under his feet, and snorted:

Your life can only be mine... But today's time is a bit tight...

So Shaw, let's leave our account to Silithus to settle...

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The goblin city of Gadgetzan, a typical commercial city, the goblins spent a lot of effort to build the city on the edge of the desert, which has the characteristics of their civilization. The houses are very small and scattered within the city walls in a ring. The center of the city is an extra-large iron cage... In previous seasons, every night, there would be exciting and bloody iron cage fighting matches in this iron cage.

It is said that this is a new money-making method adopted by the Steamwheedle Consortium in Gadgetzan after the Gurubashi Arena in Stranglethorn Vale is making a lot of money.

But now, the fiery iron cage fighting has long since stopped, because the whole of Tanaris has been surrounded by bugs... Gadgetzan's low walls have been doubled, and various heavy weapons have been installed. Special steel frames, on the tall airship cabins on both sides of the city, there are no businessmen who used to travel north and south, replaced by teams of soldiers armed to the teeth.

There are tall tauren, strong orcs, and an extremely large number of humans. The eastern part of the city is almost completely used as a barracks, and various armaments are piled on the sand. Provide soldiers with more weapons support at the fastest speed.

This is also the temporary garrison of the Seventh Legion. Outside the city, human soldiers built a full three-layer defense line. On the other side of the city, there is a huge pit full of corpses of bugs smashed by bullets. , The goblins prevented the laborers from dividing these insect corpses, took off the hardest carapaces and glands filled with various liquids, sent them to the city as new raw materials, and then processed them into cheap armor, and then sold them back to the anti Soldiers of the Insect Front.

Even when the battle is so fierce now, these goblin laborers have not stopped their work...

Generally speaking, between money and life, anyone with a brain would choose life without hesitation, but for goblins...the two are equally important, and the former is even more important.

The formation of the bugs is messed up!

The observers of the Seventh Legion on the second line of defense put down their binoculars and shouted to the orderly around them:

Go and inform the general! It should be that the brain worms have been killed...the worms are becoming confused, tell the general! We are always waiting for orders!

Without saying a word, the orderly rushed to Gadgetzan headquarters amidst the screams of the winged insects whizzing by in the sky, and after a few minutes, Halford Wyrmbane and His officer corps rushed up the walls of Gadgetzan. The general still had a bandage on his left hand with blood on it. It was attacked by an elite soldier bug during a night bug raid two days ago. result.

Half grabbed the binoculars with one hand and looked at the desert in front of Gadgetzan. As early as 2 weeks ago, the bugs surrounded the city from three directions, and almost every day there were crazy suicide attacks by the bugs. Although under the protection of hundreds of grinders, the bugs have not yet been able to break through all the triple lines of defense, but in the past two weeks, all life in Gadgetzan City has been in a state of constant threat... environment.

Too many bugs...

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, such a concept is unimaginable for ordinary people. Only when you really stand on the city wall of Gadgetzan, you will realize the pressure brought by the extreme number. .. This is not the same as the feeling of facing the sea of ​​undead. After all, the dark blade undead is a legion with a command system. The soldiers all know that in the worst case, when facing the dark blade undead, just throw One life can be left by dropping the weapon.

But bugs don't...

At the moment when the swarms of insects covering the entire desert began to collectively charge, no matter how courageous they were, they would retreat back under the pressure of the icy-cold rage.

No one would want to lay down their weapons in front of the sea of ​​insects, and the insects will not show mercy to anyone...the only thing standing here is one thought! That is to hold the weapon tightly and kill all the bugs that deserve to go to hell! Only in this way can you survive...

At this time, in the field of vision of Halford's telescope, the number of insects is still dizzying, and the layer upon layer of insect sea makes people feel nauseous, but a general like him can clearly It can be seen that the posture of the violent and ruthless bugs surging forward has indeed changed somewhat.

They seem...seem to be less firm...the ruthless and cold will shrouded in the sea of ​​insects seems to have disappeared. The insects are still driven by the instinct to destroy, but facing the three lines of defense The machine guns fired, and the pace of the bugs slowed down.

Halford put down the binoculars, raised his head, and looked at the top of Gadgetzan City. The goblins spent a lot of money to build a whole layer of black iron grids. Through the grids, you can see winged insects flying all over the sky. That number also made people feel daunting, but at this time, the largest winged insect lords in the sky had disappeared.

The brain worm is dead.

Halford said softly:

The instinct of the bugs has returned, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages... This is the instinct of all living things.

What? General?

The big goblin businessman following Halford, the alchemist Marin Northenforge, who was famous for making the Northenforge Potion that can be disguised as an undead, grabbed his hat nervously and looked at Harry. Erfu, the goblin looked at the winged insects flying in the sky with some fear, and said:

I can't see the difference...a bug is still a bug...

Yes, they are still bugs!

Halford looked down at the cunning and stingy goblin, and said in a deep voice:

But they are leaderless, they feel scared... This is our chance! I want to recruit all the armed airships under your command! Let all the armored troops be dispatched, fill with incendiary bombs, and then go to Steam Sand Port and White Salt City The legion on standby, the druids belonging to the Blightcaller, and the part of the Sandfury trolls who are willing to cooperate with us... In short, issue an order...

We're starting a counterattack!

Hearing this, the goblin who was still in fear just now flicked his fingers:

Each spaceship rents 3,000 gold coins. If it is damaged, you have to compensate 60% of the cost!

Um?

Halford looked down at the goblin with a displeased face, and the commanders of other tribes also glared at the goblin. The latter sensed those unfriendly gazes. He shrugged and took a step back:

Okay! Then 40%! No less!