Azeroth’s Death Track

It has been 3 days since Orgrim was captured. He is completely unaware of the turmoil in the outside world. He is trapped in this underground den, guarded by a dozen elf chicks. In fact, the elves even need to guard him. This orc chieftain, because he is already very weak.

There was a strange thing absorbing his little life force. Orgrim could always feel that his fire of life had become very weak when he was half asleep, like a candle in the wind. Like fire.

The cage-like scene in front of him was not the end of his fate. He had imagined countless times that he should die on the battlefield, but when he really reached the end of his life, Orgrim was no longer obsessed with it. At this time, he was more worried about the filth between the orcs and the elves, especially after he himself knew about those disgusting plots.

But he couldn't speak out... not only because of the long-term coma, but also because the elves here would never listen to him, even if it was the truth.

Creatures in war are blind, even the wisest ones will be dazzled by the raging fire of war. Elves think they are wise, but they are also a member of ordinary life...In the lazy Under the surface, their warlike desire is no weaker than that of orcs.

boom

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground awakened the drowsy Orgrim. The great chief who was bound by vines opened his eyes suddenly, and saw an elf guard with his throat cut in a strange posture. At his feet, the blood flowed on the ground, reflecting Orgrim's frail and withered face.

The chief raised his head, and saw the killer staggering forward in the darkness... Miara Risong, that poor elf whose mind was captured by the ancient gods, Orgrim saw her struggling to kneel before Ai The scene in front of Sarah... this is also a poor man.

But now, this weak elf whose life has been burned to the end will probably be the one who ends Orgrim's life.

Master's... will...

General Rige, whose face was covered in blood and covered in wounds, raised her head. On the edge of her chaotic eye sockets, she had already shed tears of blood. Perhaps, this was Miara. Rige, before the power of the ancient gods, finally struggle.

It will come true!

Sunsong roared like a beast, she fell on Orgrim's chest, the sharp dagger pierced Orgrim's chest at this moment, the orc chief wanted to roar, but he couldn't even make the roar Can't send out.

Two lives, in an intimate and strange posture, quietly leaning together, in this dark dungeon...silently waiting to die.

However, at the moment when Orgrim's consciousness entered chaos, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, as if greeting him.

Orgrim Doomhammer of the Blackrock Clan on Draenor...

Your unyielding will and raging fire have proved your bravery and proved that you are a real, qualified fighter...

Your soul belongs to the Darkblade Legion...

Your mission in this world is not over yet, I will give you my power...and what I want to know is...

Will you accept it?

The voice was so clear that Orgrim opened his eyes as if he was on his deathbed. There was nothing in front of him, but his eyes were filled with some kind of illusion.

In the drifting darkness, a strange guy like a god of death is quietly suspended in the air, like a messenger.

Under the guy's tattered hood, on that face filled with black mist, a pair of dark red eyes were staring at him, as if waiting for his answer.

Tyrion...orcs and elves, I must...

That's your business... I just need to know, will you accept my power? Are you willing to sacrifice your soul for the hope you want?

The high lord's lazy voice sounded again, and Orgrim was silent. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand with difficulty:

bring it on!

crash

The calm darkness dissipated like rippling water waves at this moment, a total of 13 gods of death revolved around Orgrim's weak body, and finally filled into his old body one by one, the illusion of overlapping souls The pain and pain caused Orgrim to roar like a wild beast, and the black icy mist wrapped around his body, and soon, everything about the orc was completely submerged, as if it was like a big black cocoon.

And tens of seconds later, a hand with black energy-gathering gauntlet pierced through the black mist, tearing the entire black cocoon completely, and Orgrim, wearing a set of death dragon armor, emerged from the black mist. He strode out, and the power of darkness dissipated in every corner of his body. When he raised his head, those eyes had turned completely black, like a black hole that absorbed all the light.

hum

Orgrim separated his fingers, and a black warhammer appeared in his hand. The orc looked back at Miara Risong, who was lying on the ground and had lost all vitality. He shook his head, carrying the warhammer, Stride out of this dark place.

And the cold consciousness of the great lord seems to remain here. In the activities of his consciousness, a soul resembling Miara Rige was extracted from that cold body. That soul seemed to be in pain, with a tinge of purple light Halo is like a parasite, parasitic in the depths of this soul.

Ah, a trembling soul, so interesting... Do you want to go back to the World Tree? Poor little one?

Hehe, I'm sorry, you can't go back, you soul who committed the sin of weakness, the only place you can go is my...hell...

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Bang bang bang bang

The horrific roar of tearing cloth and thunder roared on the battlefield at the three-fork road from Ashenvale to Felwood Forest. Hot weapons, although these things are far inferior to the sniper bows they use in terms of accuracy, but on the battlefield of quantitative warfare, this steel weapon is much more useful than war bows.

Under the leadership of the commander, an elf regiment is clearing out the remaining demons on the battlefield with the continuous firing cannon mounted on the wildebeest chariot. This piece of forest glade called Wolf Howling Valley is from Ashenvale to Felwood. It is a strategic location in the forest. In order to take it, the artillerymen of the Kingdom of Stormgard projected at least 400 shells into this open space. The demons here have long been smashed by the shells falling from the sky They fled in all directions, and there is not much threat anymore.

And on the battlefield further ahead, the Seventh Legion was frantically using artillery to open the way. The roar caused by the salvos made the Ashenvale Forest, which had been quiet for ten thousand years, sway, and hundreds of vehicles painted with The land combat steam chariots that are the emblem of the Kingdom of Gilneas are crazily squeezing the positions of the demons. These modified chariots are full of firepower and thick armor, and are often used as field personnel carriers.

In this long and narrow forest area filled with evil energy, nearly 100,000 legions of humans, orcs, elves, and wild boars are trying to open the battlefield of Felwood Forest occupied by demons. There are means to strengthen firepower, but their fledgling engineering industry obviously cannot provide them with the terrifying firepower projection like the Dark Blade.

Fortunately, the arms dealers from the Black Iron District will always bring a lot of alternative artillery. Although they are not as good as the regular products of the Dark Blade, they are actually quite useful for this kind of battlefield against demons. .. If the quality is not enough, then the quantity should be added.

boom

With a low sound, half of the head of a high-level succubus who was trying to sneak attack on the advancing regiment was torn off by a sniper bullet. Her slender and charming body seemed to be punched hard by an invisible punch. , the whole body flew backwards.

Kaka

Two crisp sounds, the scorching bullet casing was ejected from the gun chamber, a new, brass-colored pointed bullet mixed with a trace of holy silver was pressed into the gun chamber, General Shandris Yuyue stood in a standing posture On the hills of Howling Hollow, across the battlefield, she hunted for prey worthy of her gun.

The black sniper rifle in her hand does not look like a cheap item used by ordinary soldiers. The simple shape of this thing is very in line with Shandris' shooting habits, and its accuracy is also amazing, thanks to the precision, acceleration, etc. engraved inside the gun. As well as the burst rune, this thing still maintains unimaginable accuracy and lethality at a distance of 3500... This is almost the farthest arrow distance that General Shandris can shoot with the horned eagle bow.

This thing is the new favorite of General Shandris. She called it Black Lightning. If the Silmarillion is calculated using a special weapon grading model, it includes almost all the advanced military technology in the entire Black Iron District, so it can be regarded as an epic weapon.

Santis! Shandris!

The voice of the eldest daughter of the forest, Lunara, reached the ears of General Shandris, who had entered the sniper mode. Just before Lunara, who rushed up the hillside at the speed of a deer charge, Shandris' fingers Pulled the trigger.

boom

1,500 meters away, a gleam of blood appeared on the chest of a senior eredar warlock who had just walked out of a small portal. Shandris could even see his astonished expression, which made General Yuyue feel a little weird She enjoys the feeling of hunting, and most importantly, compared to the sniper bow that makes her arm sore when she pulls it dozens of times, this cute little thing in her hand can support her wanton hunting, until the bullets run out.

What's wrong? Lunara?

Shandris carried her sniper rifle behind her back. She brushed her long hair and looked at her good friend. Lunara was still holding a wooden spear. She used hot weapons, but on the forest eldest daughter's belt, the row of black high-explosive holy silver grenades hanging there would definitely make the devil who underestimated her suffer a big loss.

Battle report! I received the battle report from the front line!

The eldest daughter of the forest said anxiously:

There is an omission in the defense line of Mount Hyjal. The demons have crossed the first line of defense and are attacking the second line of defense. The entire Mount Hyjal has been alarmed, and Darkshore...Darkshore has appeared Naga! There are a lot of them, and they have landed on the coast of Ashenvale, and are now marching towards Astrana, where there are still some civilians who have not been transferred.

Astrana, that is the largest city of the night elves in Ashenvale. After hearing these two bad news, Shandris' previous good mood completely disappeared. The southern border commander of the night elves rubbed his forehead and thought. For a moment she said to Lunara:

Convey a request for me, Lunara, and only the dryads under your command can be so fast, let the orc army from the Stonetalon Mountains go to Astrana to resist the Naga through the Stonetalon Trail, Mount Hyjal...I'll go there!

are you alone?

The eldest daughter of the forest looked at her friend with some concern, Shandris sighed, and said to Lunara:

Of course I'm not the only one, but to open the road to Felwood Forest, even with the super firepower of humans, it will take at least 2 days. We can't wait so long...I must use the leapfrog tactic as the fastest Speed ​​back to Mount Hyjal, don't forget, Risong has betrayed us, the omission in that position is probably caused by her, I must hurry back!

Aw!

Just as Shandris was speaking, a deep roar resounded throughout the entire battlefield. Shandris looked behind, and amidst the flashing huge green beams of light, a behemoth appeared on the battlefield where the Seventh Legion was fighting fiercely with the demons , behind her, Lunara shouted joyfully:

Lord Agamaggan is here! It really hasn't given up on us...even if we...even if we did something wrong.

Yes, the demigod of the wilderness...

Shandris watched the mighty Agamaggan lower her head, and started to start the scene of the crazy Wushuang cutting grass among the demons, and the mixed army of humans and orcs rushing behind Agamaggan, her beautiful eyes There was a gleam of dimness in the middle, but it was fleeting.

With the help of Agamaggan, the battlefield in Felwood Forest is no longer a problem. Listen to me, Lunara, send the news immediately, Astrana cannot fall...

After finishing speaking, Shandris blew a loud whistle, and a huge purple hippogryph dotted with gems roared down from the sky and landed beside General Shandris. Eagle beast, she looked back at the eldest daughter of the forest, she smiled:

Protect yourself, Lunara, after the war, I will treat you to a big meal at Mount Hyjal...

In the whistling sound of the hippogryph flapping its wings, a strong smell of gunpowder smoke entered Shandris' nostrils, and the cold wind blew against Shandris' faceplate. Under the bat-like eyepatch, Shandris He stared fixedly at the end of the night in Felwood Forest shrouded in flames of war, the tall mountain that shone brightly in the darkness.

Mount Hyjal...the sanctuary of the elves.

A stubborn light flashed in Shandris' eyes:

Wait for me, mother...

Wait for me to save you...