Azeroth’s Death Track

Is it worth it to go to such lengths to help that pastor?

Behind the zombie dragon that spread its wings and soared into the sky, Luminas asked unhappily: You still let me serve as a foil for him, which makes me very unhappy! Tyrion!

Facing Luminas' question, Tyrion shook his head, his eyes looked at the distant sea, and he said softly:

This is for the future, Lumi, we can't stay in this world forever, this world has too much resistance to us, after we go to another free world, in Azeroth, we always have to stay Down some forces.

We will come back when we are strong enough, but until then, we have to be careful in this world.

The death knight's voice was hoarse and deep, and he persuaded his brothers:

Whether it's you, me, Rogge, or Black Hand, we all have remaining fetters in this world. We have to stay away from them to live more purely and keep them away from danger, but this doesn't mean we Won't pay attention to them anymore...We are not like corpses without thoughts and feelings of our own, remember that!

A person who is not even loyal to his feelings and relatives, how loyal can I expect him to be to the Knights? If we completely abandon our feelings, what remains in the body can only be empty darkness .”

I don't want to use coercive means to restrain you, and I also believe that you will not let me down...

This kind of persuasion made Luminas very unhappy, probably due to the difference between males and females. This female death knight always has a lot of inexplicable complaints, and always likes to chatter about other people. She shook her long red hair. whispered:

But I can't feel happy anymore, it's been a long time... My emotions are becoming indifferent, I can feel it, and you are the same, death is changing us, and this change we can't refuse, one day, We will lose all emotions and become the most rational and ruthless death killers, and I don't want myself to be that kind of existence.

This kind of rebuttal silenced Tyrion and other death knights. For the living, the indifference of emotion is just a trivial trouble, but for the dead, it means that they are slipping in little by little. The abyss of death, assimilated by the concept of death.

Then protect your emotions and memories, you won't be able to feel happy, but that's okay.

Tyrion closed his eyes, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

At least you can laugh, can't you?

This sentence made Luminas unable to refute. After a while, she sat in Tyrion's transformation, her legs curled up, like a helpless girl, and she said in the hoarse voice unique to the death knight:

I have a lover, Tyrion, he is in Quel'Thalas, he is a mage, he has the same last name as you, that's why I believed you at first, I thought you were sent by him I came to look for me, but after seeing the farewell between you and Aurelia, I have been in pain, and I have been worried, whether he and I will experience this scene in the future.

You mean my cousin Myra? I'm almost a stranger to him, but I'm curious, do you still love him?

Tyrion frowned, and then asked softly, Luminas hesitated for a moment, and she herself nodded uncertainly:

Every time I think about him and those memories, I feel warmth, but after the memories are over, there is pain in my face. Glokush told me not to recall those things again, but I...I can't do it .”

Lumi, you can keep your love, keep it deep in your heart, it doesn't matter.

Tyrion pulled up the reins to increase the speed of the zombie dragon again. In the cold hunting wind, he said in a deep voice:

But you have to stay away from your past. Glokush's suggestion is fine. You and I both know that if you continue to indulge in memories, you will eventually destroy yourself.

We are already dead...the hearts of dead people don't beat, they no longer have passion, and they no longer expect a warm hug. Come and tell me, how should we pursue love when we are like this?

Luminas was stunned, and after a while, she touched her chest, and finally, she nodded.

I see.

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Wait, you can't go up!

The goblin in the little black and white dress shouted at Gul'dan:

Those ships don't belong to you, you haven't paid the money yet!

This sharp shout made Gul'dan stop walking on the deck of the ship. He glanced back at the goblin who was stopped by the orcs. The evil in his dark red eyes made the goblin merchant shudder. His voice was also much lower, but he was still unwilling to give up the reward he deserved.

The Great Chief Orgrim promised us that he will pay for this fleet! At least 50,000 gold coins!

Goblin Buddy Moore from the Steamwheedle Consortium resisted with a weak voice:

We don't care who you are, whether you are loyal to Orgrim or not, if you want to drive the ship away, you must at least pay the bill! Or use other things to pay off the debt! This is the rule of the Steamwheedle Consortium!

After Gul'dan betrayed Orgrim, he had never met anyone who dared to resist his will. He looked back at the ships moored in the port. They were ten old ships that had just arrived from other places. Unarmed, goblin artisans are refurbishing the ships.

Obviously, the cunning goblins didn't even think about building new ships for Orgrim. They planned to use opportunistic methods to get the warchief a batch of ships that could cross the endless sea, and these dilapidated ships were theirs. Everything bought from Bloodsail and Blackwater Pirates should have its own value. This is the business philosophy of goblins.

Nor did they consider it fraudulent, for these old ships could certainly carry orcs across the sea, as the pirates had proved.

These things are worth 50,000 gold coins?

Gul'dan smiled darkly: I heard that the goblins of Azeroth are good at business, and now it seems that you are really good at making money, but unfortunately, I don't have gold coins...

This sentence made the goblin jump directly from the ground:

Then you can't drive these ships away, these still belong to the industry of the Steamwheedle Consortium!

But I have another thing, and I think you'd be very willing to trade with me.

That's...your little life...

Gul'dan flicked his finger, and a cloud of shadow magic power enveloped the goblin Buddy. Soon, the magic power was transformed into scorching flames gushing from the deepest part of his body amidst Gul'dan's grinning laughter. Burning the internal organs of the goblin, the little green-skinned guy screamed and rolled on the ground in pain.

The tall ogres and trolls hired by the goblins saw the boss being attacked. They roared and rushed towards Gul'dan from all directions. The latter didn't even look at these rough guys. He boarded the ship with the Twilight's Hammer as quickly as possible, and moved the supplies onto the ship, then turned his head and looked at the thugs rushing over, with a hint of sinister in his dark red eyes.

wow

A dark green magic flow flew out of his palm and connected to the bodies of every ogre and troll, like drawing water from a jar, draining the life force in their huge bodies at an extremely fast speed. It was withdrawn into his palm, and then poured into his dead body.

Being nourished by vitality, his soul let out a free and comfortable moan.

That's it! That's it! The scorching heat of life... makes people so nostalgic! It's disgusting!

His dead body trembled from the infusion of vitality, and the two forces of life and death collided in his body. Gul'dan felt the pain that Tyrion had felt, but he did not give up because of it, until the ten The vitality of several ogres and trolls was completely sucked dry.

Leaning on his own skeleton cane, after venting his anger of death, he glanced at the goblin Buddy Moore who blocked him. body, wanting to stand up again.

You...can't...take...my...property! Well, what a...losing... deal!

But in the end, this goblin swallowed his last breath in extreme unwillingness and hatred for the loss of property.

let's go!

Gul'dan gave the order, and the next moment, the cables of the ten anchored ships were untied, and the intimidated troll sailors opened their sails, and sailed quickly into the open sea in the ocean currents that existed all year round in the wetland sea.

Gul'dan, we found the pursuers! (Red Blackhand and the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan are chasing us!)

Cho'gall walked quickly to Gul'dan's side. Warlock heard the bad news. He turned around and saw Red Blackhand roaring crazily at the port a few kilometers behind. The situation of the soldiers made Gul'dan very unhappy. He waved his finger, and the dark green light wrapped around his palm. Amidst his grinning laughter, three groups of flaming green flaming boulders fell from the sky and smashed hard on the port. The Horde's ports and docks were completely destroyed.

Face your worst fears, idiots! Tell Orgrim that Gul'dan is free... Gul'dan will soon follow you and this world with an endless army of demons!

Gul'dan withdrew his fingers, he no longer cared about the battlefield behind him, he set his eyes on the endless sea in front of him.

I saw that place in the memory of the astral mage Medivh. I know where it is, and only I know it! In the center of this world, on the islands hidden behind time.

Tomb of Sargeras, the fools of this world fear its power, they fear the scourge of the Dark Lord, the wisest of them bury it deep in the ground, and they squander this boon! I, I do not Will waste it!

Gul'dan said softly:

Where lies the remains of the Dark Lord who came into this world, and his boundless power. Kil'jaeden thought he could control me? No, it can't! Those demons will pay for their arrogance, I I will be their master, and I will be their god!

This will be my destined path to becoming a god! No one can stop me! I can't be blocked!

Let him run! Bastard!

Red Blackhand waved his long sword. Behind him, the Sword Master of the Burning Blade Clan and the orcs of the Black Tooth Grinling Clan were besieging the three hellfire demons, while his younger brother Maim Blackhand was carrying a warhammer, He looked anxiously at Gul'dan and his followers who had sailed into the sea.

Brother, what should we do? We don't have a boat!

we still have!

Red gritted his teeth: On the sea near the wetland, there is an orc ship responsible for monitoring the human fleet. We can use those ships to chase them. Hurry up!

The future heir of the Blackstone tribe looked at the sea in the distance: We don't know where he is going. Once we lose their tracks, this mission will be over.

On the other side, in the sky close to the wetland, Tyrion saw the fleet of ten sailing ships. He gestured, and the unmanned zombie dragon flying around the periphery roared like a meteor, heading towards The fleet below smashed past.

Let's say hello to our old friend Gul'dan first!

boom

The moment it hit the fleet battleship, the zombie dragon brought back from Quel'Thalas exploded violently, and the disgusting flesh and bones completely covered the two ships. The bodies of the orcs and ogres, and the shock wave generated by the explosion shook the entire fleet of ships.

And the next moment, the death knights who descended from the sky stood on these two ships and started killing wildly. Tyrion couldn't be sure which ship Gul'dan was on, so he could only use this method of guessing.

Damn it! It's those death knights!

Gul'dan raised his head in the cabin, he gritted his teeth and cursed:

A group of lingering bastards! Leave them alone, let's go!

Cho'gall was unwilling to just run away, and he yelled at Gul'dan:

They've landed on those two ships! (We can't abandon those members, we're outnumbered!)

Bringing them would be cannon fodder!

Gul'dan coldly opened the window, and once again began to call out the demons of the Twisting Nether. A moment later, while the remaining eight ships were leaving the sea area, a green meteorite fell from the sky and hit the center of the two ships. , Between the scorching flames and the collision of sea water, crazy steam was set off, like fog, covering the entire sea area.

And the hellfire giant struggling in the water roared and climbed onto a ship, spreading the flames on its body towards the wooden battleship, completely igniting it in just an instant.

After doing all this, Gul'dan's face was gloomy:

Get those trolls up to speed, get rid of them, they don't know where we're going! Just get rid of them and we'll be safe... No need to waste time with these bastards!

No one can stop me from becoming a god! Even if it's death, I can't!