Azeroth’s Death Track

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The horns specially made by the tauren made a deep sound. On both sides of the battlefield, two tall tauren priests with their upper body bare, waved their drumsticks on the cold ground. Ten thousand years ago, they also rushed to the battlefield of the ancient war in Azshara amid the sound of the majestic horns and drums.

This is not the first time that the Highmountain tauren have dealt with demons. Their ancestor, Hun Gaoling once honored the entire Highmountain with his great feat of slaughtering demons. The one-on-one confrontation between him and the great demon Tichondrius 10,000 years ago is even more like a mythical poem.

In the bones of the Tauren of High Mountain, there is unyielding blood. Ten thousand years ago, the ancestors could defeat the demons, and ten thousand years later, their descendants can do the same!

The highest mountain, stand tall!

The roar of the great chief Ulan Gaoling ignited the fighting spirit of the tauren warriors like a flame. Under his leadership, the tauren warriors who were already ready to go shouted the slogans left by their ancestors, their eyes were red, and they gasped. With a heavy breath, like a group of mad cows that shake the earth, relying on the advantage of the terrain, they rushed towards the Vrykul army formation under the hillside.

The tauren are already tall, their general height is more than 3 meters, the most common tauren can also wrestle with the ogre, not to mention these full-time fighters, their charge on land, except for the legendary creature, is basically No one can resist.

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Before a fel vrykul warlord raised his sword, he was cut in half by Chief Ulan's heavy halberd before he could shout the slogan. In front of the army formation, a dozen or so unlucky ghosts were rushed into the sky in an instant, and the army formation just organized by the Vrykul completely collapsed at this moment.

Seen from a high altitude, the charge of the outnumbered tauren is like an arrow piercing the target. Wherever they go, the tall vrykul are no match at all, and the formation of the fel vrykul is also The fel warlord who was in charge of the frontline battle was smashed to pieces, and the body was forcibly divided by several fierce tauren royal guards with their halberds.

This violent fighting posture is enough to scare away more than half of the races on the mainland. However, the vrykul are not rookies who can be dismissed casually. These tall barbarians also have great strength and perseverance. In terms of enthusiasm for fighting, the Highmountain tauren were far behind them, so after just five minutes, the imposing charge of the tauren was abruptly stopped by the vrykul.

The two sides entered into a tug-of-war that was extremely unfavorable to the tauren side.

Ulan! The vrykul dragon knights have risen!

The tauren air knights of the Tianhorn tribe who were searching for shuttles in the sky issued a warning. The tauren warchief, who was fighting endlessly, kicked away a vrykul who wanted to attack him. When he raised his head, he saw hundreds of The vrykul knight riding on the back of the blue storm dragon rushed towards the main formation of the tauren amidst the lightning entanglement, which was the trump card of the vrykul tribe.

But Ulan dared to bring a mere 6,000 Tauren fighters to fight against 30,000 Vikul, so naturally he also had his trump card.

Rashan! Clear the skies! Blackhorn, take the drogbar and attack from the flank!

Ulan Gaoling directed the tauren reinforcements with a roar. He watched more and more vrykul rushing up the narrow mountain road. A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the great chief. The next moment, he took off his waist Hanging in the middle is a quaint stone warhammer shining with a faint blue light. This exquisite thing doesn't look like a weapon used on the battlefield.

It's not... it's a magic weapon! It is also a handed down treasure of the Tauren of High Mountain. It is said that it comes directly from the gods left by the creation titans in the world...the authority that can command the power of any place in the whole world...left by the shaper Kazgros The holy relic, the Hammer of Khazgoros.

According to records, there are five such things in Azeroth. In the handbook left by the astral mage Medivh, he called these holy relics that were actually used by the Titans Pillars of Creation, also In other words, these things are likely to be used by the titans who entered the original world of Azeroth to create the world's original ecosystem.

In the eyes of mortals, such a thing is already considered a real divine object, and compared with other fetishes, the most powerful thing about the Pillar of Creation is that this thing does not need external energy supplementation, and the Titans left it behind. The power of the holy relics is still surging, that is to say, everyone can use them... just like this time...

Earth! Listen to my orders!

Ulan stood on a blood-stained stone. He held up the holy hammer in his hand. The blue energy left by the Titan seemed to be awakened. The faint blue halo wrapped around the stone. Above the hammer, it quickly turned into blue lightning bolts, and a barbaric and huge aura rose from the hammer. The power awakened the sleeping earth and gave it new orders.

At the moment when Ulan pointed the blue light-splattering warhammer at the Vrykul position below the mountain pass, the peaks standing between Highmountain and Stormheim seemed to be given life, and the heavy and terrifying boulders fell from the mountain wall. Breaking away, under the action of the strange force, it closed into a fist, and then ruthlessly smashed into the center of the Vrykul position.

Boom

The earth shook and the wind howled. Under this blow, the flying rocks separated the Vrykul army from the center, and the stones that hit the ground quickly closed together, like a wall, separating the Vrykul behind. Blocked under the mountain road.

However, this is just an appetizer for Hammer of Khazgoros.

Earth, bury them!

Ulan raised the stone hammer, and the earth under the feet of tens of thousands of Vrykuls split open. The earth was endowed with the most rebellious power, and those mud and stones were reshaped, like bursting spikes, splitting The two sides of the ground crazily pierced outwards, and in less than a second, the terrain of the nearly 1,000-yard mountain road has been completely reshaped.

All the soil is separated to the two sides, and outside the soil, two rows of ferocious yellow soil thorns are like spears piercing from the ground, each of which has at least 2 vrykul pierced through it. Human corpses, blood, and blood mixed with mana dripped on the devastated land, like the power of gods. This mountain road has completely turned into a hell of mud piercing. Just this blow has wiped out at least 3000 people. enemy.

Ulan Gaoling held the sacred hammer with blue light splashing in his hand. He looked at the scared fel vrykul with indifference in his eyes. Behind him, the warriors of Highmountain were full of fighting spirit. They cheered and roared Then, rushed into the enemy camp, beheaded those who were at a loss to the ground.

This is what Highmountain stands really means...

This is the confidence that the tauren dared to use 6000 soldiers to conquer an army five times larger than their own...

As long as the holy hammer is still in the hands of the tauren, no one will be able to cholera their hometown of Highmountain. As long as the gift of the ancestors is still there, the Tauren tribe of Highmountain will be invincible!

But what if... the Holy Hammer is gone?

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At the same time when the tauren were chasing down those defeated fel vrykul, Great Chief Ulan raised his head as if feeling something, and the next moment, a dark green demon door opened at the junction of Highmountain and Stormheim The sky burst open.

The halo of evil energy shining on the demon door is like a swirling door of molten fire, and it is also like a round of dark green scorching sun hanging high in the sky. The moment Ulan saw this door, Ulan's His eyes narrowed, and he looked down at the scattered Vrykul, an ominous premonition of jumping into a trap rose in Ulan's heart.

But before the great chief gave an order, the next moment, in a flash of light, six huge demon spaceships appeared in the sky. They are completely different, they are larger in size, just like floating coffins floating in the sky, but under each spaceship, there is a magic circle that is constantly swallowing huge energy.

Stay away! Spread out!

Chief Ulan's hair stood on end. He realized what the devil was going to do. He frantically waved the holy hammer in his hand, and between the thunderous sound of the earth, he kept pulling the surrounding terrain apart, forming one after another oblique formations. A passage leading into the ground.

However, at the moment when this simple shelter was formed, the six warships surrounding the mountain opened fire at the same time, and the six piercing dark green beams of light slammed into the battlefield on the ground like stone pillars falling from the sky. Under the control of the demon technicians, the beam of light is still continuously scattered, and the beam of light full of powerful evil energy is like the sharpest cutting knife, cutting the battlefield mercilessly.

The tauren and vrykul who were fighting together had no time to separate before being completely overwhelmed by these beams of light.

These demon lunatics, they don't care about the lives of their followers at all, they bewitched the vrykul to attack Highmountain, just to lure Ulan, the great chief who guards the holy hammer, to the Thunder Totem, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack... They don't care about casualties at all.

The disgusting sulfur smell attached to the evil beam of light filled the battlefield at this moment. After the beam of light raged, Ulan, who was protected by the holy hammer, looked up, and there was almost no living person on the entire battlefield...

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The sound of bats flapping their wings sounded on the dry and cracked ground around Ulan, and the figures of the three dreadlord lords surrounded the helpless great chief. Surrounded by the huge mephits gushing out from the sky and the landing demon guards, it was impossible to break through in a short time.

Hu En Gao Ling stabbed me that year, it really hurt...It still hurts now!

The hideous Tichondrius tilted his head and touched his chest with his terrifying claws. Its dark red eyes did not hide its malice at all. It stared at Ulan Gaoling who was holding the holy hammer in front of him. The tester said:

But it's been ten thousand years, that old thing is dead long ago, so the grievance between me and him is up to you! Hu En Gaoling's descendants will settle it.

Chop Suey!

Even though he was surrounded by three fearful demon king lords, Ulan Gaoling showed no signs of timidity. He held the holy hammer with blue light in one hand and the war halberd in the other, and he looked around vigilantly.

Enough! Stop playing!

A deeper voice sounded, and Kassanatier's ten claws came back and collided. The beating sparks represented the inner irritability of the first lord of Nathrezim, and it stared at Ulan Gaoling's hand. Hammer, which moves its wings behind, says:

Tauren, hand over the hammer! We can let you and your warriors go back alive!

Bah! Can you believe what the Dreadlord says?

Ulan sneered and slammed the halberd on the ground. He moved his neck, took off the heavy totem intertwined on his back, threw it aside, and then hooked his fingers towards the three dreadlord lords in front of him:

Want the Holy Hammer of the Highmountain Tauren? Come and get it! You cowards!

Ah, it's really annoying! Offal is just offal, I'll never understand the preciousness of life...

Cassanatier probably guessed this result a long time ago, and a hint of sternness flashed in its eyes. It swung its sharp claws forward, and shouted in a cold voice:

Kill him! Take the holy hammer!

Wow!

Tichondrius and Deserok, who followed Kasanatiel, rushed to Ulan Gaoling who was holding the holy hammer, but the next moment, the tauren let out a thunderous roar, As the hammer swung, the ground on the entire hill shook violently at this moment, and the chorus of mountains and rivers, which exploded ten times more than before, turned over every piece of soil and rocks around Wulan Gaoling in an instant.

Seeing the bad situation, Tichondrius turned into a bat and disappeared on the battlefield, while Detherocco, who reacted a little slower, was completely submerged by the tide of the earth set off by the holy hammer. The weakest dreadlord lord only had time to send out With a tragic cry, right as the flesh and blood flew flying, it was ruthlessly pressed into the deepest part of the ground by the restless earth.

Even if Deseroc is the weakest lord in Nathrezim, its strength is unstoppable compared to ordinary people, but now, it was instantly killed by a single mistake!

The power of the holy hammer is so terrifying!

Highmountain...will not stand...

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In the symphony of mountains and rivers and the earth, five claws like black daggers pierced Ulan Gaoling's back from behind like a ghost. Amidst the scorching blood splattering, Casanatiel faintly Han's voice sounded in the ears of Great Chief Ulan:

Is Highmountain standing? What a... joke!

Ulan gritted his teeth and smashed the holy hammer at Kassanatier behind him. Tichondrius, who had escaped before, flashed out of the air again. In Ulan's wide-eyed eyes, the ten staggered The passing claw blade pulled out dancing sparks and flying flesh on the armor on his chest. The cunning dreadlord strangled Ulan's neck, and the claw of the other hand stabbed fiercely at the bull's head. The heart of the chieftain.

But at the moment when the claw fell, the fearful demon king's eyes suddenly became slack, and the claw that was originally aimed at the heart pierced into Ulan's abdomen by accident.

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Ulan, who was seriously injured, was lifted from behind by Kassanatil, and slammed down on the ground burned by the evil energy under his feet. The dying tauren chief wanted to fight back, but was hoofed by the first lord of the dreaded demon king. Kicked and smashed into the next mountain wall, amidst the blood-splattered bricks and stones, Kassanatil reached out to pick up the holy hammer under his feet. A satisfied and bloodthirsty smile appeared.

When they are all dead... the mountain will fall down?