Azeroth’s Death Track

Land! I see land!

Amidst Buddy Moore's ugly screams, the ship, which had been infested with death energy from top to bottom, finally approached the destination of the trip.

Tyrion walked out of the cabin without a telescope. With his excellent eyesight, he could easily see the islands that suddenly appeared in the distance, like black spots that suddenly jumped out of a picture scroll with nothing. On the empty sea, the approaching islands seemed so eye-catching.

It was a black island with an area as large as two towns. From a distance, one could still see the trees on the island and the seagulls flying in the sky, and farther away, in the mist that filled the ocean , the phantom of a tall city was faintly visible, and beyond that phantom was a strange purple sky.

This is the Broken Isles?

The dark mage Seven blessed himself with an eagle eye spell, and the distant scenery clearly appeared in his eyes. He could see the barren black island in front of him, the boulder connected to the sea was covered with barnacles, and the sandy pond was covered with barnacles. There are a lot of beach rock crabs running, and it doesn't look like it is inhabited.

But behind the island, there is a tomb tower several meters high, which looks like the ruins of a city.

It looks deserted here.

Miss Luminas put her hips on her hips and said to her companions, It doesn't look like a good place!

It's really not a good place.

Tyrion turned over and jumped off the side of the ship. The moment he fell into the water, the ice condensed under his feet, allowing him to stand on the sea water. Following his call, a skeleton warhorse ran out of the cabin and jumped off the side of the ship. came to him.

The death knight got on his horse, waved to everyone behind him, and shouted to the timid death goblins on the deck:

Buddy, I don't need you to fight. Go park the ship behind the island and wait for us to come back! These sailors will listen to you, and you must protect this ship!

Hearing that there was no need to fight, the goblin suddenly regained his spirits. He shouted and waved towards Tyrion, but the death knights had already rushed to the island in front. The death goblin turned his gray eyes and coughed lightly. With a loud cry, he issued an order to the dead troll sailors who were waiting for the order. Soon, this veritable ghost ship sailed to the other side of the island.

The death knights landed on the beach and rushed towards the tomb tower behind the island along the broken ground of the island without stopping.

This island is very strange, and there are trees on the periphery, but the deeper you go into it, the less signs of life exist. When you approach the tomb tower that sank into the sea, the surroundings are full of broken rocks and ruins of ancient cities. , and nothing else.

It turned out to be a temple from the time of the Elf Empire, and it was sent into the bottom of the sea by Aegwynn's huge magic power.

Tyrion got off his horse and looked at the top of the tomb tower in front of him. His fingers touched the stone tablet in front of him. The stone tablet that had been weathered in time quickly collapsed. Behind him, the dark mage Seven Walking around with Autumn, detecting the surrounding magic power, after a while, Master Seven's face was a little ugly, he held a rune stone that had dried up magic power, and said to the other death knights:

There is a large barrier here, which blocks the surrounding magic power, preventing the sea water from raising the temple. Only by destroying it can we enter it.

But it can't be destroyed!

The young mage Autumn patted the dust on his fingers and said calmly:

The enchantment itself is not complicated, but it is entangled with the nearby magic power nodes. Forcibly cracking it means that we have to fight against the entire magic power of this archipelago. This is the wreckage of the Well of Eternity explosion. The huge magic power cannot Imagine.

The implication is that there is nothing the Dark Blade Knights can do with the graveyard that has sunk into the earth in front of them.

Gul'dan will open it for us.

Tyrion was not in the cemetery in front of him. He stood on a higher rock and observed the surrounding terrain. He shook his hands and said indifferently:

We just need to consider waiting in peace, and then consider how to kill that warlock, ahead! There is a rift there, we are camping, waiting for Gul'dan's arrival!

Soon! Soon our wish will come true...

On the other hand, after Tyrion's death knights set up camp for a day, Gul'dan's fleet also approached the Broken Isles. Warlock didn't know that someone had set up an ambush on the island, but in fact, even if he knew, he would have to keep going.

He gave up everything, betrayed Orgrim, which led to the defeat of the tribe, and betrayed the demon master behind him. He knew very well that he had no way to turn back, only to enter the tomb of Sargeras and get the legion Only in this way can he guarantee to survive the pursuit of all sides, and live better.

But the way forward is not smooth.

boom

The sound of artillery firing resounded on the sea, and the red-hot cannonball flew out from the muzzle, crossed a deadly arc, and hit the fleeing ship in front fiercely. The cannonball swept across the deck, knocking several The ogre that couldn't dodge was smashed to pieces, disgusting flesh and blood flew across the sea, and pungent gunpowder smoke rose from the sea.

The violent orcs of the Raiding Clan gritted their teeth and fought back in the next moment. The roaring shells smashed towards the pursuers behind them, but it could be said that they were not accurate at all. The shells skipped the fleet behind them and smashed into the sea, splashing Towering splashes.

The Black-toothed Grinning clan rode 14 ships used by the orcs to plunder, and pursued Gul'dan's fleet. This kind of pursuit has lasted for 4 days, and both sides are already very tired.

In fact, Gul'dan should be grateful to those orc gunners who drove the ducks to the shelves. They are not good at using this kind of human weapons. I can't survive half a day.

But even so, at this moment close to the final goal, the orcs and ogres who were still following Gul'dan were less than half of what they were when they set off.

Some of them died in the pursuit of the Black Tooth Grinning Clan, and some of them sneaked away by boat in the dark.

Obviously, not everyone had confidence in Gul'dan. When they couldn't see the exact target, the hozens on Gul'dan's big tree had already started to run away in all directions.

Gul'dan, we lost another ship! (Only 5 left!)

The ogre Cho'gall rushed into the cabin and shouted to the orc warlock who closed his eyes and meditated:

You have to think of a way! (Morale has been extremely low!)

Facing Cho'gall's anxiety, Gul'dan seemed very calm. Although the roaring shells and the thin man's shouts could be heard from the cabin, Warlock didn't care about the loss of life. He opened his eyes, A ray of light burst out from the dark red eyes:

We're almost there, and soon, that kind of powerful power will be within reach. The wild dogs of the black hands think he has a chance to win? What a joke! When I return from that tomb, they will have to kneel down to greet me .”

But that's for the future! (If you don't think about it, we might not even be able to get on that island!)

Cho'gall doesn't have such a good mentality as Gul'dan. This cunning warlock arranged his Twilight's Hammer clan on the outermost ships. Most of the 3 ships lost in the past two days were the Twilight's Hammers. The elite of the clan.

The ogre has already begun to regret following Gul'dan to this island. Even if Gul'dan is really allowed to join his church afterwards, it will take a long time to make up for the loss of these personnel.

Well, what you said makes sense...

Gul'dan saw the ferocity in Cho'gall's three eyes, and the warlock weighed the gains and losses in his heart, and felt that it was not good to force Cho'gall too much now, so a moment later, a dark green portal opened in the sky above the sea. Lighting up, it was like tearing a gap in the sky, accompanied by the pungent smell of evil energy, a large group of mephits flapping their wings like bats with sharp claws poured out of the portal.

These weak demons flapped their wings, roared, and gathered in groups. In an instant, hundreds of mephits rushed out of the portal, which was far beyond the amount that the portal could bear. It collapsed in an instant, and the screaming mephits, like a black storm, rushed towards the fleet of the Black Tooth Grinning Clan that was chasing after them.

In the cabin, Gul'dan felt the number of summoned mephits, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Strange, why are the demons so active today... Summoning spells of this level shouldn't be so effective...

But doubts are doubts. What should be done cannot be interrupted. Standing on the deck, Cho'gall saw that the ships of the Black-toothed Grinning Clan were disturbed and unable to attack, and could not even move forward. The ogre turned his head and looked at the nearby The island is so close, he shouted loudly:

Keep going! (Fast as fast as you can! Land!)

Thirty minutes later, Gul'dan's five ships stopped on the shore of the Broken Isles. The orc warlock walked down the gangway. He looked back at the fleet on the distant sea, his dark red eyes rolled, and he turned to Gu Gal says:

My disciple, the grinning mad dog with black teeth will continue to catch up. We have to leave some people to stop them. We don't have the advantage in numbers. Once we are entangled by them, it will be very troublesome.

A fierce light flashed in Cho'gall's eyes. How could he not understand what Gul'dan meant, which clearly meant to let his Twilight's Hammer clan be used as cannon fodder.

This fierce light was seen by Gul'dan, and a sneer appeared on the corner of the orc warlock's mouth:

Don't worry, my disciple, I will not let your people die in vain, I will leave some warlocks behind and summon demons to help!

He flicked his fingers, and a dozen raid clan warlocks, who were also Gul'dan's loyalists, stood up. He said to these warlocks:

Do you feel it? The demons of the Twisting Nether are very active today. It is very simple to summon demons in this situation. You stay and help the warriors of the Twilight's Hammer resist those chasing soldiers! Wait for me to come back!

The Warlocks of the Raiding Clan naturally had no complaints. Those who could still follow Gul'dan in the desperate situation were a group of lunatics who believed in power extremely, and they believed in Gul'dan's promise.

So, my disciple, what do you say?

Gul'dan turned his head to look at the silent ogre Cho'gall. The latter looked ugly and said nothing, and Gul'dan's fingers also touched his staff. The atmosphere between the two became obscure and tense. , but a moment later, the two faces of the ogre showed that simple and honest smile again.

Of course, my mentor, it is their honor to serve you.

This answer stunned Gul'dan for a moment, but then he smiled with satisfaction:

Then let's go!

The warlock pointed to the black tomb tower in the distance:

We're almost there...and you'll soon know what an honor it will be for the warriors who stopped our pursuers...it's a lucky thing, believe me!

Red, the patriarch of the Blacktooth Grinning Clan, gritted his teeth and hacked to death the last flying mephit. The deck behind him was already covered with the corpses of these weak demons. On the island in front of him, Gul'dan The entourage had already landed and set up a defensive line. They were summoning demons, apparently to stop the pursuers, which made Red, who was about to land on the shore, itch his teeth with hatred.

They summoned demons, brother, that's too many!

Maim Blackhand put down the binoculars in his hand, the brave Blackrock orc gritted his teeth, and said to Red:

Brother, you take the Juggernaut and some soldiers to go around behind the island! I'll hold them back!

Mame! You will be in danger!

Reid looked at his younger brother, who was holding a black iron warhammer fearlessly. He looked at his elder brother and said in a deep voice:

I'm not afraid of danger! These Twilight's Hammers and demons don't even think about defeating me so easily! Brother, don't forget who killed your father. You must cut off Gul'dan's head for me!

good!

Reid turned his head, and the orc's eyes were beating with indescribable tyranny and firmness:

This island, this island will be Gul'dan's tomb, whatever he seeks here! He will never get it! In Blackhand's name, he is dead!