Azeroth’s Death Track

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A strange groan came from the office of the director of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency. A moment later, Nasa sat up from the bed with a lazy face and began to dress. On the scattered bed beside her, Maiev closed her eyes, Lying there, ignoring the fact that her perfect curves were exposed to the sunlight pouring into the room from the window.

She reached out to take a slender cigarette for herself, a hand with a shirt on and a black ring reached out, and lit the cigarette for her with a lighter emblazoned with the silver moon emblem, and in the smoke In between, she asked in a weird hoarse voice:

I haven't asked yet...why did you give that gun to Shandris? Or at this particular moment.

Isn't this for you? You annoying little elf...

Nasa glanced back at Maiev, she stretched out her finger, and flicked Maiev's nose. This intimate gesture made the atmosphere between the two of them ambiguous again, but soon, Nasa's expression eased. Getting up, she leaned down, kissed Maiev on the cheek, and said:

You don't want Shandris to ruin the lives of your brother and your nephews and nieces, so I can only find a way to keep General Feather Moon, who is deeply in love with your brother, away from him. You see, the secret behind that weapon will be For a hero like her, the survival of the race and the world is more important than personal feelings.

Nasa's answer made Maiev roll her eyes. The former watchman lady was leaning against the head of the bed, her expression blurred by the rising smoke. After a while, Maiev said softly:

This is the last time I will intervene in their affairs. As for my naive younger brother and Shandris Feather Moon, let them develop. Anyway, the Shadow Song family already has successors... Wait until my My nephews and nieces have grown up, I have to find a way to get in touch with them, I can't let Garald raise them, my childish brother will only raise these children to be like him... well, how should I put it, Pedantic!

Why don't I plan an action...

Nasa, who was wearing underwear, rested her head on Maiev's flat belly, she turned to look at Maiev:

It only takes one quick infiltration, and I can bring back your nephews and nieces. You and I will train them personally. Tyrande is not in Mount Hyjal. As far as I know, Illidan has been running around recently , planning something that only he knows, the defense of that place is very empty, we have great confidence.

No, no, at least not now.

Maiev played with Nasa's hair, she seemed to be asleep, and whispered:

The Dark Blade Intelligence Agency is part of the Dark Blade Legion. Now that several big plans are about to be implemented, I can't spare any energy to take care of the children. Let's talk about it later.

By the way, I just saw the message from Marais. It is said that Garrod found Serra? Are they planning to rebuild the Watcher?

Facing Maiev's question, Nasa blinked, and she reached out to fiddle with Maiev's chest, she said:

Yes, Sera Moonguard! Your best student, my best senior, a weird guy who doesn't like to use war blades, but prefers to use pyramids, a lucky guy who escaped the battle of defeat, yours Brother intends to let her rebuild the watchman, and then let her challenge you and me... How ridiculous!

Maiev slapped Nasa's dishonest hand away, she let out a deep laugh, then put out the half-burned cigarette in the ashtray, she said softly:

If it's a challenge...let them do it!

I'd love to see the legacy of the Watchers live on, and I'd love to teach the younger generation once in a while... Well, get dressed, Nasa, time to work... This time we're hunting A big goal.

Prophet... Velen!

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Wherever justice goes, under the shadow of the light, there is always evil gathering and dispersing. The two complement each other. Without either one, the other will completely lose the meaning of existence.

For example, on the edge of the battlefield where the mortal coalition began to gain the upper hand, some guys who are not tolerated by civilization hide in those remote valleys, peeping at the world of order with eyes full of jealousy and hatred, dreaming of destruction The final arrival of , fantasizing about the complete collapse of the order they loathe!

Most of the time, however, this is nothing more than fantasy.

Under the continuous strangulation of those fierce and sharp Order Necromancers like hounds, the entire Eastern Continent and Kalimdor Continent have no signs of Twilight's Hammer activity, at least on the surface. The death knights who split from the dark blade accepted with a broad-minded attitude, any companions who were willing to raise arms against the cultists.

And in the years of constant hunting, this small organization is also slowly growing. Although it is not as huge as the Blight Caller, it is also a role that cannot be ignored in today's civilized order. The former is a neutral organization. They never participate in the wars between the Federation, the Empire and other forces. They have representatives in each force. Once there are cultists from the Twilight's Hammer or other small forces, the Order will follow.

It seems that the meaning of their existence is just to fight these crazy cultists until there are no cultists in the whole world.

And the ogre Cho'gall, the only remaining big boss of the Twilight's Hammer, is now being battered by these death hounds. When the Silithus War entered the final period, the Twilight's Hammer's The founder had a premonition of the downfall of C'Thun, the body of the valley. He left the mortal place with a group of elite cultists in advance, traveled across the ocean, and arrived in Northrend. A new stronghold has been established in the mountains to the south.

Because Yogg-Saron's power is all over Northrend, and there are no reasons for those pesky paladins here, during that period of time, the Twilight's Hammer developed very quickly, and once grew into a giant with tens of thousands of people. Under Cho'gall's order, they continuously attacked the stronghold of the Bronzebeard dwarves in the Stormy Cliff, and even fanned the flames among several local races that had hatred, making the entire Stormy Cliff chaotic like a battlefield.

But the good times ended soon. Muradin, the leader of the copperbeard dwarves, contacted the Order of Order almost immediately after finding out about the actions of the Twilight's Hammer, and the arrival of the group of death hounds completely shattered the ancient Garr's ambition to occupy the storm cliffs, the group of damned undead crazily besieged the cultists throughout Northrend, from the Vrykul to the yak people, any force or organization related to the Twilight's Hammer was killed by them Swept away with violence.

In just one year, the Twilight's Hammer, which had just started to improve, was beaten back to its original form, and could only hide on the edge of the storm cliff, peeping at the city of Titans, Ulduar... Not only is there a holy place for all civilizations, It is also a holy place for the cultists. The power of the ancient god Yogg-Saron is all over the city. As long as the cultists enter the city before the coalition forces, it will become the best stepping stone for the rise of the Twilight's Hammer.

Therefore, recently, with the steady progress of the battle in the Xueliu Plain, the ogre Cugall also ordered all the believers to stop all disruptive activities and began to gather in the base camp. It seems that this ogre with some wisdom intends to While the mortal coalition was fighting against Loken, they rushed into Ulduar in one fell swoop.

There is nothing wrong with this idea, and the feasibility is very high. The only problem is that... Gugall lacks high-end combat power. Once the raid plan is discovered by the mortal coalition forces, it may be difficult for the mob of cultists to be under the fire of the coalition forces. , rushed into Ulduar.

And at this juncture...an unknown good or bad news came to the ogre Cho'gall.

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Who did I say, who dared to contact me so boldly. (I guessed it was you, and only a cunning bastard like you could find this place.)

In the remote mountainous area in the southeast of the Storm Peaks, this desolate and frigid land is unbearable to the Vrykul, but it is precisely because of its remoteness that it has become the best hiding place for cultists, just like Healy Same as the great desert of Sousse.

The two-headed ogre Cho'gall wearing a huge cloak stood in the blizzard, his three eyes shone with different lights, and then he used his unique two-channel voice to speak to the black robe in front of him, A man dressed like a sympathetic priest said:

Welcome back, Benedictus! (My brother!)

As he spoke, the ogre raised his arms pretentiously, as if he wanted to hug Benedictus in front of him, but before the ogre approached, a cold light fell on him and Benedictus. Lights up between the Si, and between the sharp edges that Luoxue was cut open, Kanotz the Gluttonous Locust swung the amber jackknife on his arms, staring at the dangerous cannibal with a bloodthirsty and gloomy gaze. magic.

And the sudden appearance of the mantid also attracted Cho'gall's attention. As a senior cult member, Cho'gall could tell at a glance that the power flowing in this weird big bug came from the same source as the power of the ancient gods. And he could feel that this big bug like a praying mantis was very powerful, at least stronger than the rabble of cultists under his command.

Carefully reach out...

The insect wings on the back of the gluttonous locust flapped, and said in a weird common language:

You look very fat and delicious, my friend...

This is... (Shouldn't you introduce this new friend? Benedictus?)

The two-headed ogre put on a naive look. He looked at the silent Benedictus. He was more familiar with the gloomy thoughts of this companion than anyone else. It was like an abyss shrouded in mist. No one could see through it. His mind, and after the battle of Silithus, Benedictus disappeared, many people say that Benedictus died, but Cho'gall would not be so stupid...

He must have gone looking for other things, and now, judging from this weird, powerful and weird bug that guards Benedictus, Benedictus should have found something.

Facing Cugall's inquiry, Benedictus showed a mocking smile under the hood that covered his cheeks:

Stop playing these tricks, let's get straight to the point, Cho'gall, I want to enter Ulduar, and I know you want to, so let's cooperate.

Oh? (Why?)

The ogre's two heads showed doubts and vigilance at the same time, and he asked:

It's not impossible to cooperate. (But why should I trust? How can I trust you?)

Trust? What use is this thing to people like us?

Benedictus put it bluntly:

I could lie here and tell you to trust me, but I can drive a dagger through the back of your heart in the blink of an eye... You see, trusting this thing is the biggest joke in the world! But if you really need a The reason...then...

The black bishop turned sideways, bowed slightly, and made a please gesture. The next moment, under the protection of the other 4 heroes, the energy like black smoke was wrapped around his body, just like the supreme man wearing a sha energy armor Korvan walked out of the hiding place. The black and white energy wrapped around him made Cho'gall's three eyes narrow at this moment. Obviously, it was the mutant power of the ancient gods, and it was extremely pure.

The ancient venerables need nutrition...

Supreme Korvan stared at the ogre Cho'gall before him, and it whispered:

Either you take us to the place where the nourishment is piled up, or...you come to be the nourishment!

You! Do you want to treat Yogg-Saron as prey? (You arrogant bugs are crazy! Yogg-Saron will eat you up, leaving no flesh and blood!)

Cho'gall immediately understood what these lunatics were planning to do. The ancient gods can devour each other. According to the legend of the ancient gods, there will only be one mature ancient god to enjoy the entire corrupted world...so the ancient gods The gods may cooperate, but they have not been friends since their birth!

Death? With all due respect, that's the risk we need to face.

Benedictus said calmly:

You just have to answer me, Choogall, will you take us there, or will we kill you here and find a way to get there from your soul? Believe me, these few new friends of mine, for the soul. ..well researched too.

For a cultist, facing the current situation, do he still need to choose?

of course not!

The next moment, Cho'gall's two faces were filled with flattering smiles. He opened his arms to the mantids in front of him and said happily:

Ah, welcome to the Twilight's Hammer family, old brothers! (Yes, we already have a plan to enter Ulduar, a very, very perfect plan...)

Let us share the fallen glory! (Let us share, Fallen Holy Land, Ulduar!)