Azeroth’s Death Track

Under the dark night, Dunholde Castle is like a giant beast with its back against the mountains.

This specially reinforced fortress is on the front line of the confrontation between humans and orcs. A week ago, at least 2 battles broke out here almost every day. Every day, many soldiers were sent back home in body bags. Soldiers from the country continued to pour in here, and that was the golden age of the development of Durnholde Castle.

At that time, Major General Blackmore, who was in charge here, could mobilize an army of more than 4,000 people at will. Major General Blackmore, who had a great career, was very satisfied.

Unfortunately, the major general's success didn't last long. After the Alterac Kingdom defected to the enemy and surrendered the passage leading to the hinterland of Lordaeron to the orcs, Major General Blackmoore's position became quite embarrassing.

He was born in Alterac and grew up in Alterac. He has already been branded as belonging to Alterac. Now, his motherland has played a disgraceful role in this great war between humans and orcs. These soldiers fighting on the front line are equivalent to being betrayed by their own king.

For a while, all kinds of rumors spread everywhere. Although Marshal Lothar repeatedly told Major General Blackmoore that there was no need to worry about it. The evacuation of Castle Holder represented the true attitude of the upper echelons towards him.

This has made the major general feel extremely bad in the past few days... When people are in a bad mood, they always like to play some games to vent their anger.

Snapped

The whip in Major General Blackmore's hand hit the ground. In front of his eyes, a young orc rolled outwards with difficulty, dodging the blow. Unlike other orcs, although this young orc also had green skin, But his eyes were pure blue, which meant that the little orc hadn't been completely infected by the blood of the devil, and he didn't know where the major general found him.

Counterattack! Thrall!

The major general reeked of alcohol all over his body, and he was obviously drunk. He didn't wear his general uniform, only a shirt and military trousers with wine stains, and he looked very bad-tempered.

He swung his whip again, and lashed at the young orc:

As a fighter! You can't always dodge! Come attack me!

In the basement of the castle, he yelled at the orc:

Thal! Attack!

The little orc in simple clothes managed to avoid two whips, but was hit by the third whip on his arm, which made him curl up in pain. This posture made the major general very dissatisfied. He threw down the whip, and everyone Stepping forward, he stepped on the chest of the orc with his boots, and he roared loudly like an angry lion:

Why don't you fight back! You coward! You insult your race! You don't look like an orc at all, are you a kobold?

Facing his anger, the little orc held the major general's leg with difficulty, and he replied in a very fluent Common Tongue, even with a hint of a Lordaeron accent:

Because you are the honorable master, I cannot hurt the master...

This sentence stunned the drunk major general. At this moment when he was squeezed out by all his colleagues, this little orc's words actually gave him a little comfort when he was drunk. His expression changed, and he took back his boots. He stretched out his hand and pulled the orc up from the ground. He squatted in front of the little orc, staring into the orc's blue eyes, and put his hand on his shoulder.

You are fine! Sal! You have lived up to my painstaking efforts.

Lieutenant Drake told me that you learned combat techniques very quickly, and Olmer's attendant also said that you have finished reading The General History of Lordaeron, which is very good... Thrall, you have to remember that you and Your wild and stupid kind are different, after the war is over, you will live in the human world with a new identity, you will become the bravest gladiator under my command, you will become my hero!

The major general took a deep breath, and he seemed to see the future carried by the blue-eyed little orc in front of him.

In the end, you will command your people as a leader... Earn me the status I deserve! Even the whole world... That's good!

The little orc is only 8 years old this year, and he can't understand the hope that Major General Blackmoore places on him, but this will not change the senses in his pure heart, so after a while, he waved his arms like a child and shouted loudly arrive:

I won't let you down, Master!

This answer made the drunk major general very satisfied. There was a gleam in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed Sal's arm. There was a hideous whip mark on it. He said softly:

Don't blame me for lashing you, Thrall. To learn how to fight, a warrior must first learn how to be beaten. Does it hurt?

The major general touched Thrall's wound with his fingers, which made the little orc grin his teeth in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

It doesn't hurt! When I was learning combat skills with Mr. Drake, it hurt more than this.

Very well, that's what makes you look like a man!

Blackmoore stood up, straightened his clothes, walked out of the basement, and told the guard standing outside the door:

Go! Find Taressa and his wife to bandage Sal, and prepare some meat for dinner as a reward for his loyalty.

Follow orders! General!

The major general walked out of the castle and was blown by the icy evening wind. His drunken head became a little more sober. The matter of the little orc Sal can be said later. He looked at the moonlight above his head. Now there are more urgent matters before him.

Should I take the soldiers and transfer to Lordaeron... They have just gone through a brutal defense battle, and now is the time when they need soldiers. My surrender will be welcomed, no doubt...

The major general stroked his beard. The ship of the Kingdom of Alterac was about to sink. No smart person should place their fate on this ship. In the current situation, it is wisest to find another family, even though they were born in Alterac Kingdom, but the major general has been dissatisfied with that cowardly kingdom and royal family for a long time.

The most important thing is that if he joins Lordaeron at this time, he will definitely be able to catch up with the next stage of the counterattack against the orcs. He already knows the news of the orcs' retreat. There is not much time, and he must complete this matter within the next few days.

I'm destined to make a career!

The major general told himself silently in his heart that he also believed that he could become a big shot. The orc war had already earned him enough merit. If it wasn't for Aiden Perenold's cowardice, he would at least be able to become a big shot after the war ended. Will, and even aspire to the position of Marshal of the Kingdom of Alterac.

what a pity...

The major general snorted, and turned around to go back to the castle to rest, but at this moment, the terrified screams and the clash of weapons from the front of the castle made the major general turn his head suddenly.

What's wrong?

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Tyrion pulled the long sword out of the soldier's chest in front of him. This action seemed to take away all the strength of the soldier, making him kneel weakly on the ground. There was still panic on his face, but His heart had been sliced ​​and frozen, and he was dead.

This kind of killing can no longer bring any emotional fluctuations to the death knight. He stepped over the corpse and continued to move forward. After a while, the death energy remaining in place poured into the corpse, awakening the corpse that had lost its soul , he stood up unsteadily, holding the weapon, and joined the army behind the new master.

Seeing more and more soldiers being awakened, Tyrion drew out another long sword with his backhand. With both swords in hand, his attack speed suddenly accelerated, and the death energy lingering outside his body was transformed into frost visible to the naked eye , Just like a moving ice storm, no soldier can stop him. Often at the moment of contact, the soldiers' weapons are frozen, and their lives are taken away with the next sword strike.

This is a horrible killing.

Go away!

Glokush, who was following Tyrion, was besieged by several soldiers who rushed forward. The orc death knight brutally chopped out the battle ax in his hand. The huge force belonging to Blackhand Blackhand killed all the soldiers in front of him. Overturned on the ground, before they got up, the death force swayed by the orcs turned into a fierce strangulation attack, grabbing the bodies of these soldiers into the air.

Their suspended bodies struggled desperately, but the next moment, their hearts were pierced by sharp arrows. Behind the death knights, the dark rangers who had climbed up the city wall held up their bows and charged the humans who were rushing towards the gate. Soldiers turned into corpses.

Setron and Luminas separated in two directions, and rushed into the barracks on both sides in the night to create chaos. The awakened soldiers were no match for the death knight who rushed into the battle. In fact, before waiting When they reacted, they were overwhelmed by the tide of corpses set off by the two death knights, or their blood was drained by Salayne who followed behind the death knights.

In short, less than 5 minutes after the death knight rushed into the castle, the interior of the castle boiled like boiled water, and when Lieutenant Drake led his soldiers into the chaotic battlefield of the castle, The battle situation has become crazy and bad under the attack of hundreds of corpses awakened by death knights.

Facing the legion of dead and resurrected corpses, the morale of ordinary soldiers almost plummeted. Under such circumstances, it is necessary for the paladins to go out and purify these corpses, but this is the problem. Before evacuating the castle, no one can save them anymore.

Amidst the screams of the soldiers, corpses that were hard to be hacked by the sword rushed into their group with the frenzy of death, and in the waving fingers of Tyrion, the explosion of these corpses set the stage for this cold night. , adding a more hazy footnote.

Where is the church?

Tyrion inserted the two swords into the scabbard, he swung his left hand, and the three soldiers rushing towards him were grabbed by the grip of death, and then were thrown out violently, knocking the soldiers behind them onto the ground. On the ground, the dark shadow suspended in the sky smashed into the ground, and the huge zombie dragon let out an ugly roar, biting the fleeing soldiers in panic.

Although they have lost the ability to eat, the instinct of the dead to hate the living drives the zombie dragon to bite the soldiers in its mouth. Amidst the blood splatter, the entry of two zombie dragons completely wiped out the last hope of the soldiers.

Facing Tyrion's problem, the Chaldean priest who followed him was pale. He closed his eyes and kept turning the rosary in his trembling hands, trying to calm his heart with sacred scriptures, but he failed in the end. The pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. He opened his eyes and saw a soldier's neck being torn apart by the teeth of a walking corpse. This horrible scene finally broke through the pastor's bottom line.

He stooped to the side and began to retch.

Snapped

The cold gauntlets were on his shoulders, and the weak priest felt the cold. He stretched out his hand with difficulty and pointed in one direction:

Right there! Right there...don't kill these soldiers, they are innocent! Enough, enough!

innocent?

Tyrion clasped the pastor's shoulders, almost dragging the poor Chaldean pastor to the church in the dark night. The death happening around him could not affect his cold heart at all. He raised his foot and kicked away the corpse blocking the way, he said softly:

Rogge is also innocent, and the elves who died that night are also innocent. They also have families, they also have children, and they are also kind people... You see, Priest Chaldea, if kindness is not responded to, It turns into indifference and resentment, and I'm just giving them back what they deserved long ago.

Snapped

His left hand was firmly grasped by the priest, as if praying, the Chaldean priest shouted with difficulty:

Let them escape! They are not a threat to you! They are not responsible for Mr. Rogue's death. If you want to kill... kill Blackmoore, he is the culprit! These soldiers have never been stained with the blood of your compatriots !

But they don't save themselves, they watch others fight for survival, and they hide in the dark to enjoy peace. Since they did this, they should have thought of the consequences.

Tyrion was unmoved, the dilapidated church came into view, he looked back at the soldiers whose will had been completely defeated, his eyes narrowed, he lowered his head, looked at the Chaldean priest, the priest His eyes were full of begging and pleading, and thinking of the pastor's current identity, an evil idea suddenly jumped into Tyrion's heart.

You want to save them, right? Are you willing to be a hero? Chaldea Morgan, as long as you nod, I will let them go, and you can become a hero too...

The Chaldean priest raised his head abruptly. He looked into Tyrion's ice blue eyes. He couldn't believe that this guy who exuded the breath of death would be so kind. He took a deep breath:

What about the price?

The death knight blinked:

You have to work for me. I won't let you kill and set fire. I just need you to stay in Stormwind City, which will inevitably be rebuilt in the future. When necessary, I will go to you...Look, you It is to save poor people, which does not conflict with your beliefs.

The Chaldean priest looked back at the soldiers who had been slashed and killed by the death knight. He clenched his fists. This priest was so brave for the first time in history. He turned his head and looked directly into Tyrion's eyes:

Okay! I promise you!