Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 67 36. The Disaster of Humanity --- Add more for the Taipal brothers, the head of Xinshou Village [510]

In the end, Tyrion was unable to crack the secret of Salayne, even though he had the original two blood followers behind him.

But this success was accidental and uncontrollable. Tyrion's plan to mass-produce Salayne failed.

Among the 17 corpses of elven mages recovered by the Dark Blade Knights, only the old mage Seven Flame and the young mage Autumn Fireweave were transformed into Salayne, and this transformation seemed to Tyrion It was actually a failure.

They do have a thirst for blood, and they can manipulate blood, but the manipulation is too weak, and they can only suck the blood from the enemy's wounds, and they can't achieve Tyrion's terrifying power of draining the blood in an instant. .

In addition, the adaptability of their resurrected bodies to shadow and frost magic has been greatly improved, but the power of flame magic they are good at has been weakened, and their overall strength has slightly improved.

This inexplicable transformation made Tyrion very dissatisfied, but after thinking about it, he still came to a vague conclusion.

The current high elves of Quel'Thalas are still nourished by the magic power of the Sunwell, and magic power is readily available to them, so even the magic addiction that goes deep into the bone marrow can be satisfied, and the hunger for magic power will not be reflected. The magic addiction exists, but this kind of magic addiction that is satisfied cannot make the elves become blood elves after death.

Only when the Sunwell dies and loses the ubiquitous magic nourishment, will the incurable magic addiction in the high elves be truly stimulated!

Only at that time, the large-scale appearance of Salein could be realized.

Low-level mages are useless to us, they are not as powerful as skeleton shooters, and in Quel'Thalas, where the magic civilization is highly developed, the number of high-level mages is less than 5,000, and they are basically concentrated in various places. They are rare resources in the Grand Mage Tower and the Mage Legion.

Tyrion was sitting in the ruins of Daysome, holding a jug in his hand. He seemed to be hesitating whether to drink this liquid, and beside him, after listening to Tyrion's description, Celent , also shook his head in disappointment:

The war in Quel'Thalas is over. The elves have collected all the corpses they could find, and with the strength of the guards in Silvermoon City, we have no chance to attack.

Enough is enough. It was a complete mistake to come to Quel'Thalas. I wanted to be a hyena following the lion. I wanted to strengthen myself by picking up leaks. I wanted both strength and safety, but I lost my most. The important thing is that I killed her...

It's a pity. I thought Gul'dan's death would save her from a cruel fate, but I accidentally caused her death. I thought I could change her fate. Oh, it turned back fiercely. It's a shame to slap me in the face and then laugh at my overreach.

Tyrion looked at the light of dawn gradually rising in the distance, watched the darkness being torn apart by the rising sun little by little, and finally, he twisted open the jug, and drank fine wine for the first time after his death.

Except for him, no one in this world would know that the Windrunner family should have been nearly wiped out in this battle, but he changed the direction of this war and saved the family... Unfortunately, General Liresa Still dying on this battlefield, in front of Tyrion's eyes, this is not a victory... only endless loss.

Celent was a little curious to see Tyrion swallowing a mouthful of spirits, and he asked:

Do you still have a sense of taste?

Tyrion shook his head. After death, the corpse lost its sense of taste, touch, and even the sense of smell of blood, which they felt through the energy of death. Such an existence could not taste the taste of fine wine at all.

So how do you feel?

Celent asked again, and Tyrion frowned. He looked at the flagon in his hand and whispered:

I can only feel the cold liquid flowing into the body, no different from water, not as delicious as blood... Oh, right, I forgot, except for me, none of you can taste the deliciousness of blood.

Then why are you drinking it?

Celent continued to ask, this question annoyed Tyrion, he turned his head, took another sip of wine, and said indifferently:

You're really hard on me... just think I'm playing a game.

Celent couldn't understand this kind of behavior until Luminas came over, and the young lady snatched the flagon from Tyrion's hand, took a sip, wiped her mouth, and said to the two people:

It's ready, we can go anytime!

Why are you drinking it?

Celent yelled:

You can't taste it at all!

so what?

Luminas put her hands on her hips and said impatiently, I just want to drink, do you have any objection?

A big hand took the flagon from Luminas's hand, Grokush raised his head and poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, he threw the flagon to the ruins behind him, he looked at Celent with a deep meaning says:

It doesn't matter if you can't taste the wine, as long as you know you're drinking.

I can not understand.

Celent shook his head, and Glokush reached out to pick up the big box on the ground. He, Luminas, and Tyrion walked out of the ruins without looking back. There, two zombie dragons and the remaining The bone griffins are ready to leave Quel'Thalas.

We're dead, we can't taste the wine, we can't taste the food, we can't even breathe, death takes it all away, but that's okay...you can still have them!

Glokush turned back and shouted to Celent who was standing in the ruins, with an ugly smile on his rough orc face:

Don't be knocked down by death! Don't give in to it!

Just pretend, you're actually alive...

Tyrion jumped onto the saddle behind the zombie dragon, and he waved at Serente:

Let's go! We're going to the hills tomorrow, if you don't want to miss the next fight...I know you don't want to miss it, right?

Wait for me!

Serent carried the bow and halberd on his back, and rushed forward quickly. He jumped onto another zombie dragon. After taking off, he suddenly patted Glokush on the shoulder in front of him, and said in a low voice:

Is there any wine left? Give me a bottle.

Ha ha ha ha

Amid the good-natured laughter of the orc death knight, a bottle of orc spirits was stuffed into Serente's palm. He twisted it away, took a sip, and frowned. It was exactly as Tyrion said. That way, there is no taste at all.

But the next moment, he raised his head, poured the cold spirits into his mouth, and then wiped his mouth full of wine stains. Although he could no longer feel any taste, in the cold wind howling at high altitude, Celent's body My mind strangely calmed down.

No...not tasteless at all!

And the smell of the past, and the smell of being alive...

Ha ha ha ha

The death knight laughed out loud, the laughter was so sudden that Salayn Autumn on the bone griffin behind the zombie dragon was a little puzzled, he looked back at Seven beside him, and asked:

Mr. Seven, are these death knights crazy?

Old Salaine shook his head, closed the magic book in his hand, and looked at his young compatriots, a gentle light flashed in his blood-red eyes:

No, boy, they're just retrieving the past, and frankly, that's an attitude we can all learn from...

After finishing speaking, Old Salain took out a bottle of maple leaf wine that looked very old from the storage ring on his finger. This was originally the best collection he had collected when he was alive, and it is said that it has been cellared for thousands of years. Years, and now, he unscrewed it without hesitation, and raised the wine bottle to Autumn:

Would you like a drink, kid

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On the other side, on the edge of the distant hilly battlefield, at dawn, the cold winds of the towering Alterac Mountains blowing from the snow-strewn valleys seem to freeze everything.

This is the entrance to the Alterac Mountains, the hinterland and capital of the Alterac Kingdom. It is also one of the highest mountains in the northern border. It is covered with snow and ice that will not melt all year round, but it is rich in products and nourishes the entire Alterac. kingdom.

Just from a military point of view, this is also a very important military base. From the Alterac Mountains all the way to the north, you can easily bypass the encirclement of the hills and directly enter the border between the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the Kingdom of Gilneas From there, it doesn't even take 2 days to reach the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the city of Lordaeron.

But the Alterac Mountains are majestic and towering, and almost every pass in the mountains is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Attacking from the bottom up, without paying huge casualties, it is impossible to defeat the legions of Alterac defending here.

And because of the defense concept inherited from the royal family of Alterac, strong fortresses were built at each pass. These fortresses were even covered with frost in the low temperature, like a strong shield in the mountains.

This is a defense that is almost impossible to attack...

Great Chief Orgrim was carrying his warhammer on his back. He was riding on a black war wolf, looking at the world covered by vast snow in front of him, but the next moment, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:

It's a pity that this strong fortress lacks a soul! It is a shame that it is owned by a coward!

It's a good thing, Warchief.

Dahl, the old sword saint of the Burning Blade clan, rode a war wolf and stood beside Chief Orgrim. Even though the surrounding temperature had dropped below zero, the old sword saint was still naked from the waist up. The red bone rosary, carrying the flaming sword Sangkesu, looks extremely ferocious.

The Cowardly King of Alterac has surrendered. He has opened a way for us to the heart of the kingdom of Men. We will win!

So I will mercifully spare his life!

Orgrim looked at the emissary of Alterac Kingdom walking slowly in the distance in the wind and snow, and said softly:

After we break Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Alterac will survive. We can't kill all humans. Let Mr. Perenold manage humans for us. He will be a very qualified shepherd. ..Ha ha ha ha.

The words of the great chief made all the chiefs and warlords around him laugh wildly. Behind them was a fully armed orc army, densely covering the road leading to the Alterac Mountains, tens of thousands of people.

What does your king say? Humans.

The special envoy of the Kingdom of Alterac was wearing a thick bear fur cloak. Under the warm clothing, his body was shivering, not because of the cold outside, but because of fear.

The head of the royal bodyguard should have been a brave warrior, but unfortunately, he was not.

He stood in front of the chief Orgrim who was like a brown hill, and in the cold wind, he said with difficulty:

Honorable King Perenolde and his wise ministers have discussed for a long time. They think that in the current situation, it is unwise to continue to fight against the Orc Horde, and the alliance has placed the battlefield in the most affluent hilly area of ​​our country. This seriously hurts Alterac's interests, so...

I've heard enough of human clichés!

Orgrim interrupted the human envoy arrogantly. He stared at the human in front of him, as if he wanted to swallow him. In the snowstorm, he shouted loudly:

Tell me! Your final decision!

The terrifying aura made the human envoy take a step back subconsciously. He looked at Orgrim and swallowed hard:

We will move away from the road in the Alterac Mountains, and we will remain neutral! But you must promise! You will not disrupt the order of the Alterac Kingdom, and, after the war is over, you cannot continue to declare war on the Kingdom!

neutral?

The great chief snorted in dissatisfaction: Stupid wording, stupid decision! Even surrendering is so timid, Alterac is really disappointing!

But it's all right... go back and tell your king, I promise! Now, let your soldiers open the post, we are going to pass through this mountain!

Orgrim's finger pointed to the rear, where, in the stone castle hung with icicles, the brave soldiers hated to grit their teeth, but under the orders and scolding of their superiors, they had to act like cowards. He also dropped the weapon in his hand.

The old general who stood firm here denounced his king as a coward in despair, and then turned around and jumped off the snow-covered cliff with the last resistance.

And on this day, all the men in Alterac became cowards, wiped out their honor with their own hands, handed over their kingdom to the vicious invaders, and sold their compatriots who were still stubbornly resisting to a group of aliens. world butcher.

Today, honor is crying helplessly on this mountain, and the courage that is so disappointed in this has long since left...

Orcs of the Horde! The way is open!

Orgrim held up the warhammer in his hand and shouted loudly:

Follow me! I'll take you to our victory!

This world! Will belong to the tribe!

The mighty greenskin army rushed into the mountain roads of the Alterac Mountains, and the strong fortresses on both sides were silent. They put a group of hungry wolves into the center of the human kingdom with their own hands, and that has nothing to do with the future The known people are about to usher in a terrible disaster.

A complete disaster that belongs to human civilization!