Azeroth’s Death Track

The huge monster-like corpse of the wingworm lord was dragged back by the soldiers and placed in the center of the large platform position. This was not only a proof of force, but also a deterrent. After the corpse was erected, other people in the sky The wing worms seemed to feel some kind of threat, and their activities became much more cautious and restrained.

And after the well-equipped Bloodfang Legion filled the battlefield and defended the bugman ground army together with the druids, one-third of the firepower points on the position were liberated and used exclusively for air defense, which also allowed the winged insects to give the position The threat of coming is much smaller.

First of all, we are not here to support your retreat.

A little tired, Arthas took off his helmet, looked at the three commanders in the front line, glanced at Varian, and said softly:

King Liam built a position at the entrance of the ruins with 70,000 troops. They will attract a large part of your firepower. The Bloodfang Legion and Lordaeron Knights will also replenish the large platform position, the portal of Dalaran It is being repaired, and soon, the Fire Wing Legion led by the High Elf Sun King, and the Skitarii led by the Archbishop of the Church of the Holy Light will also come to the battlefield in person. You must continue to persist here and attract the attention of the sea of ​​insects! The more the merrier...

We guessed.

Orc Warlord Brox Saurfang looked at the gray sword in Varian's hand with great interest. A top warrior's intuition told him that it was definitely a handed down weapon, but he didn't ask, but He turned his head and looked at Alsace:

Actually we think so too. After the initial panic, we have realized that if we retreat like this today, we may never fight back one day.

Both General Halford and the injured General Shandris Yuyue nodded. Obviously, the commanders of the frontline positions had already reached an agreement.

Where is Commander Staghelmet?

Alsace looked around, frowned and asked:

Has he already...

No, it's not.

General Halford pointed to the passage leading to the Qiraji Temple, which was full of corpses of insects and soldiers, and said:

Before you came, Commander Staghelm led a team of druids, as well as Ms. Maiev's watchmen, together with the agents of MI7, and the nerubians, went deep into the Qiraji Temple, Staghelmet Worried about the safety of the demigods who rushed into the temple, the nerubians said that they have a way to alleviate the attack of the sea of ​​insects, but the premise is to find the highest female qiraji in the temple, the dismantler Call her The Empress.

ease?

Varian, who was sitting on the side wiping his battle sword, raised his head and looked at Halford:

Did they succeed?

The human general shook his head:

No...the worms have even become more berserk, but this behavior also proves that the nerubians' claims are not groundless. We believe that they should have come into contact with the queen of the qiraji.

That's good...

Varian nodded, and then inserted the battle sword back into the scabbard behind him. He looked at the black insect nest that seemed to lead to hell. Under the black platform of the insect nest, a tall other Ra Priest, the quartered body of what looked like a lord was lying there, green blood almost drained.

I want to go in... As you said, if we retreat today, there is no possibility of fighting back.

Varian thought to himself about what Genn had told him at the beginning of the day, and he flexed his wrists and said:

Today, these bugs must be dealt with... This is our only chance.

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the commanders and kings behind him:

Who's coming with me?

swish

Dozens of gladiators who were resting next to them stood up immediately. These people were all diehards who were impressed by Varian's charisma. They worshiped Varian very much in the Black Specters, and now they want to follow their idol Is there anything more exciting than saving the world?

Moreover, these gladiators all knew Varian's true identity, he was a noble king, but anyone who had some thoughts realized that this was a job in which wealth and wealth were in danger, but for licking blood with a knife head For the gladiators, these disgusting bugs will not make them feel intimidated.

I'll go with you!

Arthas held the helmet stained with green insect blood in his arms. He looked at Varian and said with a smile:

This fun can't be snatched up by you alone.

I'll go too.

The old orc moved his shoulders, and he looked back at Halford and Shandris:

I'm somewhat worried about letting these young people let go. Can you two take care of the position?

certainly.

Halford nodded, while Shandris Yuyue was silent for a moment, reached out and patted the black sniper rifle on her back, she said:

It seems that you need a scout... I have seen General Half's ability. He can command the platform position by himself. I will go with you.

But your injury?

Arthas looked at the bandages wrapped around Shandris' waist, who shook his head:

It's just a skin trauma, don't underestimate the soldiers of the Kaldorei! Give me a little time to treat the wound, we will set off in 10 minutes.

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It's not 'Empress'! I made a mistake!

At this time, in the dark and deep, nearly 100 meters underground, covered with disgusting creeps and purple-red horny worm nests, nerubian priest Skris looked at a large wet tunnel under the worm nests , On the ground outside the underground water pool, there are clusters of white eggs that are hatching, and in the center of the hill formed by the eggs, a huge insect is resting.

It was a large insect that looked like a winged insect. It had a wasp-like staggered body. The whole body was green and covered with strange red patterns. Behind the abdomen was a sharp tail spike that shone with steel light and the forelimbs. The staggered claw blades represent that this guy is not easy to mess with.

Although it is difficult for other races to distinguish the types of bugs from their appearance, for the nerubians who have the same ancestor tens of thousands of years ago, the true identity of the Qiraji lord in front of them cannot be concealed from it.

It's a 'princess'! The hormones it emits prove it...it's not the absolute leader of the Qiraji system.

There was a gleam of light in the silver-white compound eyes on the black head of the dismantler Skris, and he turned his head and said to the watchers, agents, and druids lurking around him:

It is indeed the highest female qiraji. Just look at the number of eggs around it. It can lay thousands of eggs at a time. After hatching, it will become an elite army of soldiers and insects. As long as we can Controlling it can temporarily cause the swarms on the ground to cause internal order confusion, and even start internal strife, but there is a problem...

What?

The deer helmet in the form of a cheetah was hidden in the darkness, he squinted his eyes and asked:

From what you're saying, things don't seem to be that simple?

Yes, it's not easy, because it's a princess! There is a problem with the reproduction system of the Qiraji. This is a problem I have never seen before. The highest female should be the leader of all Qiraji, but the female in front of me The worm is obviously not... above it, there must be a more powerful worm lord ruling the entire swarm empire, maybe it's... the emperor!

The disassembler's forelimbs were waving in the air with some excitement. Its huge and terrifying mental power enveloped a group of people around it. After distorting the light, even the wandering high-level bugmen couldn't find this group of infiltrators.

You don't understand the meaning of this to nerubians... If it is a queen, then it is the leader of the insect population, and its genes determine that it cannot be converted, but if it is a princess under the rule, then its genes As long as it is not locked, it may be transformed into the supreme mother of the nerubian...Aha, the rebirth of the azjol-Nerub is just around the corner...this little beauty...

Everyone stared blankly at the excited disassembler, Scriss. The bug people's aesthetics are really fucking distorted. The disgusting monster in front of them can actually be called... a little beauty.

Even Ms. Maiev, the silent watcher, couldn't stand it anymore. Under the helmet, she let out a muffled voice:

I don't pay attention to these, Nerubian... You said that you have a solution to the qiraji! I want to see that solution!

Yes, I said it, mighty female! Take it easy...

Nerubian Priest Skris realized that he was too frivolous. Its voice resounded in the hearts of everyone, and it returned to the hoarse, low and mysterious taste. It said slowly:

The original plan was to kill the highest female worm and cause chaos in the swarm, but now that it has been confirmed that the female worm in front of me is not the queen of the swarm, and the Qiraji also has a strange emperor, the best way is to Directly behead and kill the bugman emperor! Then I will try to manipulate the will of the highest female bug, so as to completely trigger the division within the Qiraji...

As long as we control the highest female worm, everyone, the direct descendants of those female worms will obey us... Do you understand? We can completely drive them to attack their own compatriots and let them kill each other...

Can this really be done?

Shaw, the leader of the human agents, rubbed his forehead and asked in a low voice, It sounds very unreliable.

Don't doubt the greatness of the genes left in our bodies by the Yaqi Empire... As early as the empire period, the nerubians were the noble class of the empire, much nobler than the bottom class like the Qiraji.

The silver-white compound eyes of the dismantler Skris shone with a strange light, and the surrounding air became sticky under the waving of its will:

I need a few people to stay and help me restrain Princess Qiraji so that I have time to invade its spirit. The rest of you...I have already sensed that your demigod is in the center of the temple not far ahead. , it seems to be fighting with a huge force, hehe, you better help it, of course...you have to be mentally prepared.

The Nerubian's last nonsensical words made both Staghelmet and Maiev couldn't help looking at it, and a complicated light flashed in the silver-white compound eyes of the dismantler, and it said softly:

I told you that the azjol-nerubians once worshiped an ancient god...

And what you are about to face is... another god, hey... wait, someone is coming from behind, it seems... it seems to be your reinforcements, I smell... I smell a strange smell The breath, very sharp, very depressing...

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At the same time that Varian and the first batch of commanders who infiltrated the temple met, at an incalculable distance, to be precise, in another world, Tyrion had just finished an inexplicable battle. encounters.

The concept of time in the realm of the dead has a very magical characteristic. It is weird and uncountable. In other words, when Tyrion enters the world behind this world, his own time is separated from the time of this world. , and the great lord's concept of time has also become blurred in the endless rush of the wilderness of the realm of death.

Until now, while filling the rapid-fire pistol in his hand with holy silver bullets, he frowned and looked at the surrounding environment.

In the absence of a guide, Tyrion's field of vision became very narrow after entering this world. At the point of entry, there was only a visible range of less than 20 meters, and the surroundings were surrounded by strange black fog that was beating endlessly. Those black fogs are active, as if deliberately blocking Tyrion's vision, and from time to time, crazy dementors rush out of them, howl and rush towards the High Lord, and then are shot by the High Lord head.

The Holy Silver Bullet is more powerful than I imagined...

With a sound of click, the pistol was loaded again, and Tyrion stood up. At his feet lay the corpses of more than 30 dementors. This was the most violent time he was besieged after entering the realm of death. But even the great lord himself didn't know why he was suddenly besieged.

Putting the pistol into his belt, he looked at his left hand, which was covered with faint blue frost, just like when he used Howling Blast, but this time it was not the ice power he actively called for. , this is the scar left by the siege of the dementors.

The Realm of Death stripped Tyrion of his great strength, but gave him full senses, he could breathe, he would feel tired, he would feel pain...he would bleed...

Now his left hand has completely lost consciousness, and the faint pain made Tyrion frowned. Although it was just a wound that did not affect the battle, it made Tyrion feel a little bad, and he must find it as soon as possible. Yuna, get out of this place, otherwise his fighting power will be further weakened once he encounters more dementors.

Or even... literally die here.

He shook off the ice stained on his left hand, put on the gauntlet, and quickly left the battle site. Following his inner perception, he quickly moved towards a specific direction. He could feel that Yuna was there! And that girl is now... very flustered and scared.

The great lord touched his forehead with his fingers, feeling the vivid cold, and said softly:

Don't be afraid...

I am coming...