Azeroth’s Death Track

The world of Draenor has long been dilapidated, and the orcs were forced to follow Gul'dan into Aia because they could no longer live in their own world. Xerath, who wants to rob another world to allow his people to survive.

These violent invaders are actually a group of refugees who were sacrificed by a darker conspiracy, but not all orcs followed Blackhand. The black hand chief rushed into another world. In the broken world of Draenor, there are still Lots of orcs.

Either the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled who the great chief looked down upon, or the pure-blooded orcs who rejected the gift of the blood of the devil and chose to self-exile, or some have already foreseen the endlessness hidden under the dying world. Dark Fugitive.

In short, in this broken world, life is still living tenaciously and with difficulty.

Garona sat cross-legged on a hill in Shadowmoon Valley, biting the dried meat and water she carried with her. Her unique half-orc cheeks were covered with dust and dust, and the leather armor on her body was already torn. Obviously, Her journey has not been smooth.

It took her half a month to cross the eastern continent of Azeroth and return to her hometown through the Portal of Darkness. This was a difficult and long journey, but she had to complete it because she longed for freedom!

Well

Garona finished eating the last piece of jerky, she stood up, the wound on her waist began to hurt again, the big orc eyes narrowed, a trace of pain flashed across her face, the insidious Shattered Hands assassins like to fight with their ferocious fists Applying poison on the blade, torturing their enemies in this way, although they escaped the fatal blow in the surprise attack 2 days ago, Garona was still scratched when he counter-killed the vicious orc assassin.

Covering the wound on her waist with her left hand, she slowly jumped into the darkness, and quickly moved towards the direction Gul'dan told her.

They're all crazy! The demons have manipulated their wills, and Orgrim is doomed!

The half-orc assassin cursed in a low voice. The wounds on her body were almost all left when she crossed the Hellfire Peninsula adjacent to the Dark Portal. That ghostly place was once the place where Blackhand Blackhand exiled those disobedient clans. The Warsong clan, the Laughing Skull clan, the Shattered Hand clan, and the Thunder King clan, who couldn't control themselves because they drank the blood of the devil, were all thrown there.

The great chief didn't want these precious fighters to die, he just used this method to exclude these warlike clans from the first batch of invaders, and deliberately tortured the will of those fighters so that they would never distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. It was a good idea to sober up during a deathmatch, but Blackhand's death caused these reserve fighters to be completely forgotten.

Although Orgrim immediately sent envoys to ask these warring clans to join the invasion of Azeroth after he took office as the great chief, but during the long-term battle, these clans have formed an endless hatred , Orgrim's courier died under sneaky assassination before reaching Hellfire Citadel.

The result of all this is that the form of Hellfire Peninsula is even crazier, ten times crazier than the most terrifying battlefield in Azeroth!

Garona, who was walking in the dark, had no loyalty to the tribe, and was even full of hatred.

Her full name is Garona Harvesson, which means half-orc, which is a very insulting word in the orc society. Her birth was a tragedy, it was just after the orcs drank In the era of the blood of demons, they launched a frenzied massacre against another big race in Draenor, the mysterious Draenei.

During the massacres all over the world, many Draenei women suffered unspeakable treatment, and Garona was born because of this. Her body was only half of the blood of the orcs, but the other half of the blood gave her the rare wisdom and wisdom of the orcs. Thought, as well as the agility and cunning that orcs do not have at all, it is precisely because of this that she can survive the difficult teenage years.

And there are many half-orcs like Garona, but unfortunately most of them died during the war.

That was the painful past that Garona didn't want to recall, but compared with the years she had accepted Gul'dan's teachings and spent in the Shadow Council, even the painful past has become so sweet.

After all, Zhanluan can only torture her body, but what Gul'dan tortured is her soul...

found it!

Garona searched everywhere in the shallow sea silt at the edge of Shadowmoon Valley, and finally found the entrance of a grotto in the spore mushroom forest that smelled of decay, with the shadow council logo engraved on it.

This made the half-orc assassin ecstatic. She seemed to see freedom in front of her eyes. As long as she shattered the eye of dominance that controlled her mind, she could be freed from her soul.

When she stepped into the dark cave, when she heard the whispers of the scum of the Shadow Council hidden in it, a human shadow appeared in her mind, and the half-orc assassin couldn't help but clenched his hands ferociously. dagger.

Your Majesty Ryan, when I am free, I will go to atone for my sins...to atone for you and your people!

Garona gritted her teeth, thinking about the future over and over in her heart. Under Gul'dan's control, she personally killed King Ryan Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind. This was her lingering nightmare. That king He and his friends were probably the first existences in Garona's life who extended a hand of friendship to her.

They believed in Garona, and they even took the initiative to protect Garona. There was a special friendship between them. Garona told the king many secrets of the tribe, which allowed her to win the king's trust. Those days of Kingdom activities are very memorable.

But she finally killed her friend with her own hands. When she stabbed the dagger into Ryan's chest, she looked at the shock and loss in Ryan's eyes. The unforgivable betrayal and assassination tortured her every minute and every second Mind, that was the first time her soul began to actively rebel against Gul'dan, and she was unwilling to live as an executioner like this...

puff

Recurve, with a sharp dagger, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, silently across the throats of these orcs and ogres, injecting deadly poison into their bodies, in the blink of an eye , all their struggles became meaningless.

Kingslayer, this is the pair of daggers that Gul'dan specially made for her. Its name originated from Garona's great act of assassinating King Ryan, and now, the Kingslayer is held in the hands of half-orcs, Started her self-salvation.

Garona! Traitor!

An ogre mage woke up from a half-sleep. He saw the corpses scattered all over the crypt, and also saw the slender figure holding a dagger in the darkness, walking towards him. The ogre roared in horror:

Gul'dan will kill you!

I will kill him! I have already sworn it!

A frenzied hatred flashed in Garona's eyes, and her figure disappeared in place. The ogre subconsciously propped up the shield, but just before the magic shield enveloped his body, the Kingslayer's sharp and cold blade pierced through the ogre. The human devil's heart, the scorching toxin that seemed to ignite the body, was injected into this huge body, causing the ogre mage to kneel on the ground in pain.

Where is the eye of domination?

There was no emotion in Garona's voice, the indifference made people feel chills all over, the ogre struggled to speak, but the next moment, the orc's blade slashed his throat again.

Blood splattered everywhere, the half-orc didn't need the ogre's answer anymore, she raised her head, and she could see the dark orb hanging by chains on the stone wall, the half-orc's eyes flashed with strong desire, she waved Hands and daggers flew, and the orb full of shadow energy was crushed by her own hands.

swish

A red light flashed across her body, and she felt the relaxation of her soul. Gul'dan didn't lie to her, the orb was indeed a tool to manipulate her will, but it was not enough.

The freedom of the soul does not mean the freedom of the heart, Garona can still feel that the darkness surging in her heart has not yet subsided, that bastard lied to her! Not just this one! There must be others who still have the means to manipulate her mind.

This is not freedom!

The half-orc stood in the darkness in pain, her hands were grabbing her hair, she wanted to cry out frantically, but in the end, she didn't do it.

I should have known...the freedom I want is not here.

Her figure disappeared into the darkness, she was going back to Azeroth, and she was going to find the only person she could trust.

Khadgar... help me, my friend.

Gul'dan is like a poisonous snake, every word he utters is like poisonous venom, he cannot be trusted! And the freedom he promised has always been just an unattainable...an illusion.

Perhaps it was never some dark magic that bound this half-orc. What bound her was herself, her remorse, her betrayal, her weakness, her greed for warm feelings...all of these, composed The chains that bind Garona forever, and make it impossible for her to break free.

At the same time that Garona smashed the Shadow Orb, Tyrion was sitting on the side of the fast-moving ship on the endless sea of ​​Azeroth. It was already night, and he always used to think about something at this time Things, to prevent those past memories from invading his mind again.

For the undead, the better the memory, the more painful it will be when the memory dissipates, and the constant reminiscence of the past is the beginning of self-destruction.

I knew I could find you here.

A deep voice sounded behind Tyrion, and the orc death knight came up and sat beside Tyrion. After that night, Glokush became a lot more cheerful, at least not as always as before. It's silence.

The two death knights looked at the icy sea under the moonlight, and no one broke the silence until a few minutes later, Glokush suddenly said:

I say, Tyrion.

Um?

Are you really going to Draenor? I can't even imagine what that damn place looks like now. Maybe it's all over.

The former Great Chief Blackhand paused, and he emphasized his tone:

That world really has no hope at all!

We are dead, we don't need hope, Glokush, who is better suited to rule a lost world than a dead man?

Tyrion's body leaned back, and he propped his arms on the deck. He raised his head and looked at the bright and clear moon in the sky. The icy moonlight shone on them, making the death knight feel a rare comfort.

There are no bronze dragons there, there are no guardians there...it is a free world, Glokush, we will accumulate strength there, and no one will disturb us until we have enough strength...

There was a hint of ferocity in Tyrion's ice blue eyes:

We will return to this world and smash everything that stands in our way! Pull out all the conspirators in the dark and make them kneel on the ground to be punished! We will realize our long-cherished wish, we will completely smash this damn shackles !Our insistence is worth nothing now, but it is the only thing we really have, the last inch of our territory, and in that inch... Maybe, maybe we are free.

Regarding Tyrion's persistence, Glokush is noncommittal, he has no regrets, he challenges fate like a reckless knight, maybe this is his last adventure after death, and this arrogant future does not make him feel disgusted .

A stiff smile appeared on the death knight's face, and he whispered:

This is the first time I've heard someone use freedom to describe Draenor. Tyrion, tell me, when will we cursed dead be truly free?

This question made Tyrion silent, and after a few minutes, he said with some uncertainty:

Probably, probably, there is no kind of freedom in this world that is reserved for the dead. Rest in peace? The soul returns to Hell? I know what is in the abyss of Hell. If you go there, you will only get worse slavery, at least In this world, at this time, all freedom is just an illusion to you and me, not worth pursuing at all.

The death knight sighed:

Look at the sea, Glokush, what stops us is never the things we can see, but the things we can't see, do you understand? The things we can't see, are spreading infinitely and In the same future, everything is there, I can see them clearly...but there is no freedom except freedom.

Perhaps in the future, there will be a kind of freedom reserved exclusively for the dead.

The image of General Liresa before his death appeared in front of Tyrion again. Although he was unwilling to recall it, the memory still stubbornly filled his mind again. He remembered the tears of his relatives before their death. Patted the orc on the shoulder and whispered:

In short, since there are still people who will shed tears for us...then I think, let's...let's live on, even in this cursed posture.

Tyrion raised his head. In the vision before his eyes, the moonlight and the world...are so cold, pale, without a trace of warmth and luster, but at least Gul'dan is dead, and everything he needs is already in hand , It's time to start moving towards the established goal.