Azeroth’s Death Track

No one has an opinion, or rather, no bug has an opinion.

The Prestige Korvan himself has such a high reputation among the mantid and heroes that his every word will be obeyed. If it is not because the mantid does not have the tradition of being a male bug king, as long as Korvan is willing, it will Almost immediately the new bug king of the mantid.

And while the Supreme One was dying, there was no voice of opposition to his last order.

Accompanied by the sound of insects, the other 10 heroes, whether they were intact or dying, lowered their heads before Ke Erfan and Kil'ruk, representing their obedience.

But the Wind Raider himself was somewhat unable to accept this order. Looking at the sharp amber one-handed ax in his hand, he said softly:

But I... I'm too young, maybe I can't, I can't do it...

no no...

The Supreme One seemed to have finished the last thing. The tattered bug leaned against the cold wall behind it. Like a dying person, it said in the deepest voice:

You are very suitable... I, the last believer of the ancient venerable, will die here, and you who brought the new faith, Kil'ruk, will become a legend in the new era...

The era of domination has come to an end.

After saying this, the Supreme placed the insect claw on his chest with great difficulty, and made a soldier's courtesy to Kil'ruk in front of him. With his last strength, he shouted in that sharp voice:

Klaxxi Yingjie! Keep fighting!

boom

Accompanied by the deep reverberation of the voice, the worm claws of the Supreme Korvan fell to the ground, which represented the death of the last Y'Shaarj follower, and also represented the complete end of an era.

Kil'ruk, who was half kneeling before the eyes of the Supreme, seemed unable to accept all this. It stretched out its claws, wanting to touch Ke Erfan's body, but the next moment, it was stopped by another voice from the darkness.

Don't touch it.

This sound caused all the fighting mantid heroes to turn around and hold their weapons, while Kil'ruk clenched the scarlet crescent ax with one hand and his dagger with the other. He looked at the mantid in front of him. A man slowly walked out of the darkness. It was a tall human being, wearing gray armor, a black cloak, and a full-face helmet.

On the front of the armor, there is a symbol of a black cross, and he is carrying an epee with engraved runes on his back. The epee has a strange shape, like a heavy black cross, and on the helmet The faint blue light shining below represents his identity, this is a dead spirit, and judging from the breath, it is still the most powerful kind.

This man ignored the vigilance of the heroes. He stood in front of Kerruk and said to him in a cold tone:

At the moment of death, Korvan, the former Supreme, it no longer belongs to you.

Who are you!

Windbreaker... Well, the new supreme Kil'ruk asked in a deep voice in the common language he just learned:

What are you here for?

My name is Bolvar, Bolvar Fordragon, and I am an emissary. I have come to recruit a real dead king to join an organization that is unknown to you but is extremely important to the entire world.

Former Stormwind Kingdom Regent Bolvar Fordragon said in a low voice:

Lying behind you is a soul that is not understood by mortals, but is in line with the meaning of our organization. Its dedication to its own race, as well as its understanding of war and sacrifice, has been recognized by all members, so , we have issued a summons to Your Excellency Korvan...

It must answer that call, as always.

We won't let you take it!

The poisonous heart flipped his wrist, and clasped two slender green amber like scalpels in its worm limbs. It stared at the undead in front of it, and said sharply:

The dead are untrustworthy! You are a bunch of bastards hiding in the dark!

Hush!

Bolvar Fortagen was not angry because of this provocation. On the contrary, he put his finger with the steel gauntlet on his mouth and said:

Speak carefully, bug. I personally don't care about these provocations, but you should know that there is another big man belonging to the undead, and as for your blocking and rejection... In my opinion, there is nothing significance.

At the moment Bolvar's voice fell, beside him, several phantoms appeared in the darkness. Those phantoms had different shapes. Werewolves in robes, there are orcs, high elves with staffs, and finally a night elf in a cloak.

What's even more frightening is that each of these phantoms has a heavy aura comparable to that of Bolvar.

Get out of the way! Supreme Kil'ruk, you are preventing a great fate from befalling your most respected creature.

Bolvar took a step forward, looked at the mantid in front of him, and said softly:

The fate that belongs to Lord Korfan has not yet ended here, and you can't see the future it will have, so please don't try to extinguish this future...There must be something left behind across death, and today, we must take it away A mantid!

Or... would you be willing to take on this heavy mission instead of His Excellency Ke Erfan?

I...

The Supreme Kil'ruk wanted to answer, but he was pulled by the wrist of the most intelligent guy among the heroes, who was struggling to prop up his body beside him.

Don't be impulsive! Master Ke Erfan will not want to see this scene.

Under Iyokuk's persuasion, Kil'ruk finally got out of the way without saying a word, and under the watchful eyes of other heroes, Bolvar stood in front of the dead former supreme Korvan, and he used Say hello in the same tone:

Then... Your Excellency Korvan Klaxxi

Welcome to...Forgotten Kings!

A few minutes later, watching the strange human undead return to the shadows carrying the sarcophagus with Ke Erfan's body, Kil'ruk looked at the scarlet crescent ax in his hand in a daze. It took over the responsibility of leading the heroes to move on, but it doesn't know how to do it now.

Until it turned its head and looked at the 10 heroes gathered behind it, these elite heroes and warriors accumulated by the mantid over the past tens of thousands of years, they may not be just, they may be cruel, but they Heroes who are enough to represent the civilization of the mantid... are indispensable!

The Supreme Kil'ruk took a deep breath, reached out and took off the black amber goggles on his face, threw it aside, and then put the crescent ax on the weapon buckle on his belt, and pointed at the The portal glowed with green light, and then issued his first order as the Supreme.

Now, heroes!

In the name of the Supreme One, I order you...

Follow me...

go home!

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At the same time when the mantid heroes left the dark, cold and deep Ulduar dungeon, on another part of the Northrend continent far away from the Storm Peaks, in an ancient mountain on the coast of Dragonblight, in a mountain named In the hall of the dark castle of the Fortress of the Order, another welcome ceremony was also going on.

The Order Death Knights who just finished the Ulduar mission are gathered here, and some like-minded survivors who are willing to join them seem to be watching a sacred ceremony. In front of an elaborate wooden coffin, Dathrohan Grand Knight and Lord Kurtaz each held a soul crystal and placed them on the coffin.

The Order has fulfilled their contract with Tyrion Dawnblade, the Highlord of Death, and they have wiped out the last remnants of the Twilight's Hammer. Cho'gall and the last batch of elite cultists of the Twilight's Hammer have been completely killed. After Ulduar, the entire Twilight's Hammer has already existed in name only. Perhaps in some dark corner of the world, there will still be people playing the banner of the Twilight's Hammer to continue bluffing, but that's okay!

The Order allows those lunatics to continue to do evil, as long as they can withstand the subsequent trial of the Order's judges...

The long hunt is finally over...

In the past few years, the entire Order of the Order has traveled almost every inch of Azeroth. What they have inherited is a very naive concept in the eyes of Tyrion and the Dark Blade Legion, but they use Their practical actions have practiced their own ideas. They have shown with practical actions that not only cruel wars and planning can make the world a better place, but also that there is a mode of harmonious coexistence between death and life.

And Tyrion also saw that these naive guys finally became qualified members of Azeroth's neutral organization through constant sacrifice and self-growth. The past betrayals have also been forgotten, at least in the eyes of the high lord. These death knights who betrayed the dark blade may not be worthless.

Then...let them continue to exist, and add more fun to this boring and boring world, but the gate of the dead world will never be opened to them again...they are robbed by their own Creator, forever Exiled.

But at least from the point of view of the Order itself, they are free, and finally no longer need to live in the shadow of Tyrion Dawnblade. They already have their own free future, and even took over from Tyrion. Back to my brother...is there anything better than that?

there is none left!

Joel!

The great knight Dathrohan touched the black soul stone on the coffin in front of him with a deep voice, and said softly:

It was you who brought us another kind of thinking under the absolute order of the Dark Blade, and you who found a truly feasible path for those of us who are at a loss, and you were the one who sacrificed for our existence at the very beginning ...you are a person who should be respected and remembered by all those who walk on the road of maintaining order.

But we will never forget everything you have done for us, and we will give everything for you. Today, you are finally home. My brother who is far away from the border of death... wake up!

hum

The injection of the power of death caused the soul stone in front of him to emit a low buzzing sound. A strand of sleeping soul was pulled out from the soul stone under the shadow of darkness. It was a standard dark blade death knight. Wearing the original dark blade military uniform, under the short black hair, is a weather-beaten face.

This is Jor-El, a human knight who has experienced many things, a brave man who dared to resist Tyrion, who still called himself the King of the Dark Blade at the time when the Dark Blade was in full swing, although it cannot be said that the Dark Blade After Whispering Port, the change in behavior and style was all due to Jor-El, but this knight was indeed one of the important factors that prompted Tyrion and the entire Dark Blade Legion to make changes.

So it can be said that Jor El, he was also the one who saved half of Azeroth back then, even though he was probably a pawn used by the former Grand Lich Khadgar, this does not prevent Jor Al Make choices your way.

He is no less humble than his own soul teacher, Khadgar.

And next to the soul of the Jor-El knight, Lord Kurtaz also released the soul in another soul stone, which was the soul of a high elf with a slender body and a handsome complexion. Calm, his soul seemed to be in some pain.

His name is Alex Aznab Fireblade, and he is an eccentric paladin, a man who has done treacherous things, and some of the things he has done are not honorable, especially when he and the high elf archmage Darkan conspired against the blood mistress, which is not what a righteous person should do, but Aznab also made his own choice at the last moment.

In the night of Whispering Harbor, he and Jor-El used their own sacrifices to hold back Tyrion Dawnblade. Without their self-sacrifice, the Order Chapter, which had already betrayed at that time, would not have He may have survived the pursuit of the furious Tyrion, and Aznab himself was one of the warriors who dared to challenge Tyrion. Leaving aside his style of conduct, his courage is definitely commendable.

The flesh and blood of the two had been completely destroyed by Tyrion in the Whispering Port War, but fortunately, the Order itself is also an organization that uses necromantic magic. They have fulfilled their wishes from years of war. Among the knights who voluntarily fell into eternal death, two bodies were selected, under the catalysis of magic, as the carriers for the recovery of Jor-El and Aznab.

Wake up, brothers!

In the deep call of the dwarf lord, under the control of the death mages beside the coffin, the two souls slowly merged into the body amidst the black energy that dissipated like mist, dotted with some Inside the coffin with the inscription, their fingers began to twitch slightly, and the expressions on their faces also began to change, as if a sleeping person was about to wake up.

ah

Joel opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had gone through a long dream, he was a little dazed, and he moved his neck with some difficulty, this does not belong to his body and has not yet fully merged with his soul, It made his movements look a little funny, but in the next moment, the fighting instinct of an excellent death knight made him sit up quickly from the coffin.

He looked at the undead who were staring at him, most of them he had never seen before, but some of them were familiar to him, the 800 dead who left the Dark Blade Legion with him in the first place Some of the knights.

He will never forget their faces, the firm eyes, and in the strange time after these years, he once again saw the light in the eyes of his companions...just like when they left the Dark Blade.

They have never regretted it...and isn't this exactly the scene he has been looking forward to countless times during his long dormancy?

I...

Jor-Eyer actually walked out of the coffin with the support of Dathrohan. He looked at the others, and then at the brothers who were waving at him. He said in a hoarse voice:

I...finally, come home...

Thank you, thank you...