Azeroth’s Death Track

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The iconic roar of the enslaved red dragon resounded over the forest of Quel'Thalas again, like an alarm before the arrival of an air strike, and immediately put the elf rangers and mages who had counterattacked across the board into a state of war. , scorching dragon fire descended from the sky, crazily burning everything on the ground.

Knowing the chief's death in battle, the dragon knights of the Dragonmaw clan were filled with anger and killing intent. They stopped cooperating with the legions on the ground and began to retaliate with pure killing. The dragon's breath that fell from the sky quickly flooded Quel'Sala The forest of Sith, together with the elves hidden inside, were burned to death together, and the furious orcs were no longer satisfied with the scattered soldiers on the outside. They relied on the air superiority to drive 10 young dragons, all the way to Quel'Thalas. The hinterland rushed to the past.

Their goal is Silvermoon City!

The member of the Silvermoon Council who was supervising the battle on the front line, Archmage Rommath looked at the direction in which the young dragons were flying. They also lifted off one after another, trying to stop these dragon knights who had completely lost their shackles.

This state is not right!

The great knight Turalyon, who was ordered to help the elves defend the line, was riding on a horse. The entire line of defense he was on was set on fire. According to the orc habit, after the dragon fire destroyed it, it was time for the berserk warriors to rush up and fight , but now, there is only a flame in sight, and there is no trace of orc soldiers at all!

Are they purely out for revenge?

Turalyon couldn't help but look back at the sky behind him. The dragon knight was the ace weapon of the orcs. Without ground support, allowing them to enter the enemy's hinterland like this was a gesture of death.

Turalyon was not the only one who saw this abnormal situation, many elf commanders noticed it, but the problem is that these 10 dragon knights who charged into the hinterland of the kingdom still attracted the attention of the 10 orcs even though they knew that their movements were wrong. Surrounded by a large number of elf troops.

They have to!

At present, 90% of the elf civilians have been transferred to Silvermoon City. Once the orc dragon knight rushes into the range of Silvermoon City, as long as a dragon fire falls into the city, it will be an out-and-out battle for the elves. disaster.

This movement is not right!

Tyrion raised his head, and saw the young dragons swaying dragon fire all the way, igniting the forest along the way. He was currently looking for qualified new members in the ruined Taquilin battlefield cemetery, but seeing Saurfang Throwing the precious orc dragon knight as a target, he immediately sensed the problem.

Unlike the elves, Tyrion fully knew the outcome of the Battle of Quel'Thalas. He knew that the orcs would eventually leave. Orgrim never had the idea of ​​helping the Amani trolls break through Silvermoon City. It was just a feint.

The orcs are leaving!

Tyrion's voice sounded in the spiritual link of the Dark Blade Knights. He dropped the work at hand, turned around and jumped on the skeleton horse, and rushed out of the forest:

How is the preparation of the young dragon's corpse?

He asked loudly, and after a while, Luminas' hoarse voice sounded:

Only two ends are done, the time is too short!

Enough is enough! Take off now and hunt them down!

The death knight's voice became cruel:

This time, we will stab them hard!

That suits me! Got it.

Luminas' voice became joyful, and the next moment, the spiritual link was broken, and on the outskirts of the ashesed forest, both ends were shriveled, drained of all blood, and the whole body was entangled with death energy, just like a real zombie dragon The same young dragon slowly opened its eyes under the urging of the death knight,

In the strange light of the large psychic circle, dark red light danced in the eyes of the awakened zombie dragons. It was chaotic and without wisdom. There was no soul in their resurrected bodies. The will of the awakened ones acted, but their huge bodies were filled with death energy, like big bombs filled with gunpowder.

Serent Firewing rubbed his chin, looking at the two zombie dragons flapping their wings and slowly rising into the air, he couldn't help but imagine the scene when these things exploded in the orc formation.

It's going to be an enjoyable hunt...

He turned his head to look at Luminas beside him. The red-eyed young lady had her hips on her hips, her eyes were beating with undisguised killing intent. Death had completely changed her, and now she lived with a very pure attitude.

Aha, I thought you were dumb!

Luminas stepped forward quickly, turned over and jumped behind the zombie dragon, she looked down at Serente:

Don't you like talking?

Faced with this question, Serente's cold expression remained unchanged, until two zombie dragons carried 2 death knights and 4 dark rangers into the air, and he said softly:

I used to think that death took away everything from me, warmth, happiness, memories... I used to think that such a resurrection was meaningless, and I hated Tyrion for ruining my eternal sleep, but now, I suddenly found that, Death didn't take everything from me!

He narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of ferocity in his dark eyes:

When I slaughtered those orcs at will, I was alive. In that bloody battlefield, I was... new! And I believe... Tyrion was the same. He made many mistakes, but he is now Wake up, so I choose to forgive and follow him.

I think I'm getting used to this pure life, which is a good thing.

On the other side, Saurfang was riding on his war wolf, leading the warlord guards to stand on the hills beside the road. In front of his eyes, thousands of orcs were marching fast, as if across the border of Quill. Salas' dark green tide.

The orc civilization in the Draenor world is more inclined to the social structure of nomadic tribes. Even after crossing the world, the characteristics of this civilization are still stubbornly retained in the orc body, which makes them very good at long-distance raids. It took less than 2 hours for the retreat, and the orcs were fully prepared to retreat, and the moment the dragon knights of the Dragonmaw clan lifted off, the orcs' retreat began.

Right now, they have rushed into the mountainous area connecting Quel'Thalas and the Kingdom of Lordaeron. According to the current speed, it will take less than half a day for them to rush directly into the hinterland of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Unfortunately, the orcs of the Dragonmaw Clan have been overwhelmed by hatred.

Saurfang looked back with some regret. Not all orcs were willing to retreat, and some of the orcs in Dragonmaw were not. Losing the patriarch was an unbearable shame in the tribe, and they vowed to pay with blood.

Regarding the decision of these orcs, Saurfang rushed to regret it, but he did not stop it.

They can also buy time for other orcs to evacuate by sticking to the camp. Although this is cruel, someone must make a sacrifice.

Think of the good, Overseer. (We've got a new batch of recruits!)

Standing behind Saurfang, Cho'gall the Twilight's Hammer chieftain said in a flattering whisper:

Under your leadership, our military strength has not been lost (those trolls who join us will become the best cannon fodder!)

Well, this is a surprise.

Saurfang looked at the rear of the team. There, a large group of Amani trolls riding velociraptors also followed the orc evacuation team. There were so many of them, it looked like there were nearly 10,000 people.

These trolls were the most loyal warriors of the Amani clan to Zul'jin. After Zul'jin's death, they were squeezed out and suppressed in various ways, and finally had to turn around and join the tribe.

After all, the sign of Saurfang's invasion of Quel'Thalas was to avenge Zul'jin.

But they are not cannon fodder, Cho'gall, they will be called a force under Warchief Orgrim, just like us!

Saurfang corrected Cho'gall, but just as he turned his head, two black spots were rapidly approaching in the distant sky, making the Overseer's expression ugly.

what is that?

He turned his head and asked, the fingers of the ogre wizard Cho'gall moved, and blessed himself and Saurfang with two eagle eyes. The next moment, they saw the strange and twisted postures of the two ends, like monsters The young dragon, and the Dark Blade Knights riding on the young dragon.

It's the traitor! Tyrion and his bastards!

Saurfang pulled out his battle ax subconsciously, and he shouted loudly:

Cho'gall, shoot them down!

There is no need for the orc warlord to say anything. The tall ogre wizard has already raised his hands, and the violent magic power is condensed in his hands. When the two zombie dragons approached, Cho'gall roared, and the two groups distorted the air and light. The arcane ball flew towards the sky.

Don't even think about it! (Closer!)

Ogres make a first impression of being clumsy, but if they grow a second head, they can transform into terrifying ogre mages, their rugged bodies can hold more than humans and orcs. A mage has several times more magic power. Although there are few types of spells that can be used, they are extremely powerful!

After the warlocks of the tribe were killed, the ogre mages who invaded Azeroth with the orcs became the main body of the tribe's magic power.

boom

The arcane ball hit the zombie dragon's body and exploded its loose dragon scales, but the dead body would not feel pain. Tyrion, who was riding on the zombie dragon, ignored the threat from Cho'gall at all. The howling wind blows his long gray hair.

He rode on top of the zombie dragon, and when he approached the evacuating team of orcs, under his dark command, the zombie dragon roared down from the sky.

Like a fallen stone, under Saurfang's stunned gaze, it carried its master and smashed straight to the rear of the orc army.

next moment...

boom

The zombie dragon filled with huge death energy exploded in the orc formation, and the flesh and bones of the zombie dragon were scattered everywhere, covering the ground nearly 100 meters around in this earth-shattering corpse explosion. The power of this explosion is absolutely It is already comparable to the flame meteorites summoned by those mages.

What's even more frightening is that the flesh and blood mixed with the strange force of death scattered all over the sky in the explosion, including those orcs who did not die in the explosion. This blow completely wiped out the orc army from the rear One's position was separated, and the orcs who were evacuating were also overwhelmed by the explosion, and the entire legion stopped.

Rush up! Kill them!

The explosion killed at least a hundred orc warriors on the spot. This kind of loss made Saurfang almost lose his mind. He roared and was about to rush off the battlefield, but Cho'gall held him firmly in place.

Don't be impulsive, Overseer! (There's one more! And one more dragon! It's a trap!)

But it was too late. Under the order of the warlord, the wandering orcs grabbed their weapons and rushed to the explosion point. Just as they regrouped, the second zombie dragon flying in the sky roared and smashed into the explosion point. down.

Amid Luminas' hoarse laughter, the second zombie dragon precisely hit the center of the orc who was trying to fight back, and the next moment...

boom

Tyrion and his knights are a group of real lunatics. Death has distorted them. In order to achieve the most powerful killing, they don't care about these precious dragon corpses at all, but use them as real flesh bombs.

Ah, they'll say we've cast ourselves in a trap and killed ourselves...

In the center of the exploding flesh and blood battlefield, amidst the turbulent death energy, Tyrion, holding an epee, tore apart the darkness in front of him with a wave of his hand, and appeared in front of Saurfang. Behind him, holding a battle ax Glokush is like a mountain.

Celent drew out his war halberd with his backhand, while Luminas shook his head, stood up from the ground, and drew out the war knife at his waist with interlaced hands.

Behind the four knights, the dark rangers who had replenished to 20 drew their bows. Around them were thousands of orc warriors staring at them, as well as hundreds of corpses that died in the explosion.

They'll say we're doomed!

Tyrion's eyes had turned back to ice blue, which made him look so indifferent. He aimed his sword at Saurfang on the hillside, and a huge death energy rushed from his feet into the surrounding ground, The shells of those corpses were moved.

After a while, the staggering orc warriors stood up again, and under the command of their new master, they clenched their weapons and aimed their blades at their former companions.

But they don't know the power we wield! They don't know death...what is it!

The hands of the death knights opened up, and the plague of the dead spirits in the air was aroused. At this moment, the screams of the orc warriors rose and fell in the air, plague! This is the plague of death! !

The soul you fought so hard to save will eventually steal the victory you crave!

The Horde you serve will be ruined for your stupidity!

Gul'dan will destroy it! Just like he destroyed your world!

I curse you! Saurfang!

I curse you and your tribe, you will be defeated in the end!

Tyrion's voice full of hatred resounded on the dead and silent battlefield, and the corpses of those orcs also roared and rushed in all directions. Under the dark edge of the Dark Blade Knights, he tilted his head, looked at Saurfang, and stretched out his hand , ticked towards the orc warlord:

Why do you look so angry...

Offensive and defensive dislocation! Come on! Come and challenge me!