Azeroth’s Death Track

Watching Black Horn leave, the Countess of Prestor, who stood silently at the side, looked at her father's back, and suddenly asked:

Did the demons really set you free?

No.

Neltharion moved his fingers, and he said frankly to his daughter:

They gave me a new shackle.

boom

The dark green fel fire rose from Neltharion's feet, engulfing this elegant middle-aged man bit by bit. In the curtain of the flame, he turned his head and looked at himself with those black eyes. His daughter, he showed a smile, but he didn't look friendly, but had an unexpected coldness:

It's a pity that if it's just a fraud, that arrogant guy can't control me...I'm trapped by a higher power, Onyxia, just pretend that I never came back, and continue to do what you should do... .But, my daughter...

I won't hurt you any more...

swish

The scorching fel fire quietly dissipated at this moment, and the figure of Neltharion also disappeared together. Looking at the source of his blood, his father disappeared in the flames, and the black dragon princess subconsciously touched himself. The back of her hand, until now, she still thought it was just a dream.

But no!

Countess Katerina put her finger on her heart, and she could feel her heartbeat, as well as the blood of the black dragon flowing in the veins of that perfect body, the blood that had become pure again.

All the black dragons born after the War of the Ancients were endowed with the blood of Chaos and Void because of Deathwing's corruption, which made the whole black dragon clan crazy, but the source of the corruption was Deathwing's madness , that is not an indelible hidden blood disease, in fact, at this moment, when Neltharion himself wakes up from the madness bestowed by the ancient gods, the void and chaos remaining in the blood of the black dragon is also rapidly dissipate.

As the most direct bloodline of the Black Dragon King, the depraved breath in the bloodline of the Countess Katerina has completely disappeared... The thirsty and crazy voice in her heart has also been silenced, she knows...

She is free, completely free from body to soul...

But this freedom was brought back by her most feared father...

Even though Neltharion repeatedly emphasized that he would not hurt his own kind again, she could not really believe these words under the tens of thousands of years of prestige, but it doesn't matter, time...time will finally prove the truth of those promises fake.

As for the current Black Dragon Princess, the most wonderful thing is that she has another choice besides Neltharion who returned from the stars.

Countess Katerina took a few steps forward, she threw her body into the soft sofa, she leaned there, poured herself a glass of cold wine, put the dark red liquid in front of her eyes, and watched Looking at the rainbow-like halo reflected by the light above her head in the refraction of the wine and glass, her eyes seemed to be attracted by that halo.

And at the moment when he drank the glass of wine, the charming countess murmured to herself:

Will you help me when nothing can be done?

My Tyrion...uncle...

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Northeast of Orgrimmar, the city of orcs, on the pier of Fistblade Bay, a huge orc fleet is preparing to sail.

After nearly ten years of development in Kalimdor, the orcs also have their own fleet. Of course, in terms of the number of ships and combat effectiveness, this fleet cannot be compared with the Armada of Kul Tiras, let alone Speaking of confronting the Dark Blade Dead Sea Fleet that is currently rampant in the endless sea, even the armed warships of the Goblin Consortium can't compare.

It is not so much a strategic fleet as it is a troop carrier for the orc infantry. Of course, the orc leaders are well aware of the true level of their navy, so they never want this fleet to compete with other opponents on the sea. More often, this fleet is responsible for transport and escort missions. For example, the Tauren Legion from Mulgore is boarding the battleship. They will sail all the way to the northeast and reach the highest point of the Broken Isles within 7 days. Ridge Coast.

This is one of the reinforcements the Tauren of the Highmountain tribe found in Kalimdor.

Another support army, the army of the night elves stationed in Silithus will be transported by the elf fleet of Feathermoon Stronghold.

Baine, you have to be careful when fighting with demons.

On the pier of Fistblade Bay, several young people who came to see them off were talking. Thrall, who was wearing a shaman robe, said solemnly to the tall tauren Bain in front of him:

Those bastards are cunning and capable of fighting. They generally have a numerical advantage, so don't take risks when you get to the battlefield, let alone try to be a hero! Getting back safely is more important than anything else.

We know that you are here to help your girlfriend, but you have to remember!

Garrosh, who was carrying a weapon, also chimed in:

You can marry that Meera only if you are alive. Once you die, you will lose everything. We will not help you on the battlefield this time. You must protect yourself.

If you really can't beat it, don't worry about your face.

The indifferent Dranosh handed his cherished black source quality battle ax to Baine, and he said to Baine:

Run if you can, if you really can't... just grit your teeth and kill those bastards! If you can't come back, we will definitely avenge you! Take it, Bane, I hope it can survive on the battlefield protect you.

Bain looked at the battle ax that Dranosh handed over, he shook his head, and said in a low voice:

I can't take this, it was left to you by your father.

Take it!

Dranosh stuffed the black battle ax into Bane's hand, and he patted the tauren's strong arm:

Judging from the current situation, you need it more than I do. You can return it to me after you come back... You bastard, you must come back alive!

Um

Bane took the tomahawk silently, and carried it behind his back. He looked at his orc brothers, and he laughed and said:

Don't worry, I've never lost a battle I've fought.

You go first, and the few of us will continue to persuade the chief. If things go well, when Azshara's Blood Ring clan withdraws, we can also send out a legion to go to Highmountain to support you.

The orc warlock Yolin Dead Eye, who hadn’t seen him for a long time, looked around. Under the cold wind blowing on the coast, he couldn’t help tightening his clothes. This orc warlock had a black patch on his left eye, which was blood. According to the tradition of the Huan clan, this shows that the young Yorin has passed the dead eye test of the blood ring chief. He sacrificed his left eye in exchange for some foresight of the future.

This also shows that Jolin has been recognized by the Blood Ring clan, and in the future he will take over his father's hunting stick and become the chief of the Blood Ring clan.

Jorin whispered to Baine:

This is a secret, but you only need to persist for 1-2 months... As long as we clear the evil blood orcs entrenched in Ashenvale and Azshara, we will have a great chance of convincing the warchief. After all, the tauren You have become a real part of the tribe, and your strength means the strength of the tribe. I believe that the war chief will not just sit back and watch you fight alone in Highmountain.

Hold on! Got it? Bane.

Thrall also nodded, and said to the tauren:

No matter what people say, no matter what they make you do, just keep your head above water, don't let other people mislead you, play defensively, keep at it, we'll be there to help soon! Woking is trying to convince his dad too, He doesn't want you to sail the battlefield alone, anyway, wait for us to go there! Do you understand?

I see.

Bane flicked his tail. Behind him, the nautical bell of the orc fleet had already sounded, which meant that the time to set sail had arrived. Bane finally hugged his brothers tightly, and then stepped on the board of the battleship. At the moment when the orc-style mahogany warship slowly sailed away from the coast, Garrosh stood on the stone of the pier. He waved at Bain continuously and shouted:

Wait for us to win the war! Bane, wait for us!

I see!

Young people bid farewell to each other in this way. In this terrible era, wars are raging everywhere. Every time young people step on the battlefield, it means a parting of life and death. Life is not a legend, and heroes will not avoid death again and again , There is no protagonist in life, and everyone may die accidentally on the battlefield.

Life, is harder than stories...much harder.

When Thrall and his party bid farewell to Bain, they didn't know that among their entourage, a guy who did not belong to Orgrimmar City recorded all the words they said to Bain. heart.

Little did they know that demonic minions were not confined to the distant battlefields of the Broken Isles.

The devil, in fact, has always been by their side.

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In the Orgrimmar city of the orcs, there is a place similar to the slums of human cities. The orcs call it the Dark Alley District. There are murderers, and some gang members who are mixed in the orc city, which is also the base camp of orc warlocks who worship demons.

Of course, under the current situation, most of the orc warlocks dare not resist the stable rule of the great chief. Under the watchful eyes of the chief of Orgrim, the orc warlocks stay in the city safely , Occasionally some warlocks will be recruited by the orc legion, but most of the time, they will hide in the Great Rift Valley below the dark alley area, tinkering with those dark things that are not seen by others.

And in the deepest part of the Great Rift Valley, there is a place known as the Raging Flame Rift, which is a very active underground rift, located below the entire city, probably because of the crustal activity, there are many people from the underground. The oozing hot magma made the environment in that ghost place very bad. Even the most careless Warlock would find it difficult to survive in that place.

But because of the bad environment, many scum who resisted the rule of Chief Orgrim hid there. They called themselves Burning Blade Warlocks. They were a group of lunatics who crazily worshiped the Burning Legion and wanted to destroy this orc city. They, their leader, is Taragaman the Hunger, a low-level demon lord who is good at hiding. They have been entrenched here since the orcs built the city, and they have not been completely wiped out until now.

But recently, this ghost place has a new leader, a mysterious woman, to be precise, a mysterious female demon.

hum

On the lava altar in the deepest part of the Raging Flame Rift, a strange demon communicator was opened with the insertion of a soul stone. In the fluctuating light and shadow, the slightly distorted and distorted voice of the Deceiver was heard here by the lava. From the illuminated chamber sounded:

My Akali, I don't remember that I gave you the permission to actively contact me...

A powerful fraudster...

The tall and fiery eredar female demon in red leather armor knelt on the ground, and she softly replied:

I have an important message to report to you. The battle situation in the Broken Isles is about to be turbulent. The orc tribe in Kalimdor is already preparing to intervene by force in the Legion's operation to collect the Pillars of Creation. The first batch of Bloodhoof to support Highmountain The tauren army has already set off early this morning, and there are 7,000 powerful warriors equipped with engineering weapons, and as far as I know, there is also an expeditionary army from the elves.

Dear Kil'jaeden, it seems that those stupid dreadlords have leaked some news, and the Legion's plot has been discovered...

A malicious light flashed in the lowered eyes of this devil female assassin, and she continued to play up the bad battle situation with nine truths and one false information:

Once Kalimdor's tribal forces are reorganized, those incompetent Nathrezim are doomed not to be able to find the Pillars of Creation for the Dark Titan. My eredar king, why are you still fighting? How about continuing to rely on those incompetent idiots? Leave this task to me, Lord Kil'jaeden, I have never let you down...this time, I won't let you down either!

The Trickster, far beyond the stars, fell silent for a moment when Akali, the Legion's most elite demon assassin, returned.

As the most cunning eredar king, Kil'jaeden knows exactly what the ambitious eredar demon lords under his command want. All eredar lords including Akali are unwilling to be lonely , especially after Archimonde's death in battle, the vacated supreme position made them bark like vicious dogs smelling the aroma of bones.

This kind of behavior of setting fires everywhere to prove the necessity of his existence has made Kil'jaeden tireless, especially after receiving the news of the fiasco of King Jaraxxus on the Broken Beach. The eredar lords, jumping up and down but not capable enough, had reached the limit of their patience.

But it doesn't reprimand them...it's not that boring yet...

Okay, Akali, I know that you want to prove your ability, and I also know that you want to use a hearty victory to prove that you are worthy of the position Archimonde used to be...but I can't just Sending you to the Broken Isles to collect the Pillars of Creation is an order personally issued by the Dark Titan to the dreadlords, but if you really want to share the worries of King Sargeras, there is a job for you right now.

The fraudster's voice became lower:

Go to Shadowhold, find Maronorth and that cunning Bainholler, tell them two, I don't want elves and orcs to interfere with the battlefield of the Broken Isles, the three of you have to figure out some way... to get the orcs The hidden danger with the elves is completely resolved...

As long as you do well enough, Akali, I will give you the power you want... As you all know, I am a generous person.

Go! Let me see, your ability...