Azeroth’s Death Track

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Darkness is always the best hotbed of secrets. In the silent night, there are always stories of this kind and some are brewing and developing. Many of them are unknown, but you have to know that if a brutal war It is about to start, so it actually means that the victim has already appeared.

Two hours before the time, when the coalition of orcs and trolls was attacking the camp of Quel'Thalas defending the emptiness.

"Cough...cough"

In the dark night of the Hillsbrad hill, a figure moved quickly on the ground.

He was lying on the **** Quel'dorei battle horse, and his left hand was covering his abdomen. There was a fierce wound cut by a battle axe. His right hand grabbed the horse rein, and the wound broke with the war horse In between, a drop of warm blood ran down his fingertips.

In the darkness, his face was pale, and in the icy night rain, his eyes fluttered with a sense of unwillingness and pain deep into the bone marrow.

In the rush, the knight lying on the war horse saw a small castle standing in front of a not-to-be-wide moat, and that was his destination.

"boom"

When the warhorse approached the moat, the rider could no longer support it. His body tilted for a moment, turned over and fell to the ground. In the dust, the blood ran out between his fingers, and the sound also Attracted the attention of the human soldiers stationed in the castle. At this special moment when the war was about to start, even the castle in the hinterland of the Kingdom of Atlant entered the tightest defense.

"Hey! Who are you!"

Two soldiers with worn spears, long waists and long swords, wearing worn leather armor stepped forward with a torch. The older man bent down to see the face of the man lying on the ground, but he just stooped. His wrist was caught by the guy on the ground.

That strength doesn't look like a dying person at all.

"Lord! I want...I want to see your commander...fast!"

"Ah! It's an elf!"

The veteran was startled, but in the flicker of the fire, he quickly saw the iconic sharp ears of the figure lying on the ground, and he hurriedly lifted it up.

The elves have a camp near Dunhold Castle. This is what everyone nearby knows. These elves are not as proud and indifferent as the legend. In fact, they often distribute their prey to the surrounding civilians. Occasionally, some special products will be changed, so they are famous in this area.

It is a pity that those elves seem to hate human nobles. The owner of this humble castle, the little noble of Alterac Kingdom, and the captain of the nearby earth, Captain Blackmore, do not like these elves who always cause trouble.

Seeing the scars on this elf's body and his **** posture, the veteran who experienced some small wars immediately felt the seriousness of the problem. He plugged the torch in his hand to the curious recruit who looked at the elf and said to him :

"Look at him here! I will report to the captain... That's right, give him some water, and then go to the Chaplain to give him treatment, don't wait until the captain sees him and let him die."

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Waking up late at night is a very irritating thing. This is the same for both civilians and nobles, but considering that it is now a quasi-war period, even if Captain Blackmore is holding an unknown fire in his heart, There is no way to rebuke the responsible scout soldiers in public.

After more than ten minutes, Captain Blackmore, dressed in a sturdy red armor, followed by several lieutenants, summoned the elf captain who came to ask for help in the castle's humble reception room.

That is, Roglio Sunfury, who has just recovered from near-death.

He was carried up by two soldiers because his injuries were too heavy, and he was followed by a young priest in a white robe, holding a roll of old scriptures in his hand, that was the priest of Dunholk Castle Mr. Chaldean, although young, studied with Mr. Turalyon, the prestigious senior priest of Lordaeron. He has a good temper and superb healing skills. In this castle, he is very popular among soldiers and subordinates. Commander's welcome.

Of course, the highest commander here, Captain Blackmore, who has a little noble title, has his own private priest. The nobles disdain to huddle with the civilians to receive the priest's treatment, which is a symbol of their identity.

"Cough, so, elf, you broke into my castle in the middle of the night. What on earth did you want to say?"

The human captain stroked his well-bearded beard. With the bright magic lamp lit in the parlor, he looked at the elf lying on the stretcher in front of him with an indifferent gaze, although his expression was very distant. Feeling concerned, but in the depths of brown eyes, there was a hidden pleasure.

As the little lord who manages this place, he has endured the extreme to these elves who never obeyed his orders and even dismissed his authority.

Seeing them tortured with their own eyes is enough to dispel the depression of being awakened at night.

Facing Captain Blackmore's inquiry, Roglio propped himself up and said:

"Orcs! Orcs attacked us in large numbers, very close to your castle... Human commander, please save our compatriots..."

"What? Orcs? In Hillsbrad Foothills?!"

The unexpected news made the captain in a good mood clenched his fists immediately. As the little lord of Alterac, although not worth mentioning in front of the big nobility, he also had his own news channel, and 5 years ago, in Within his territory, he also witnessed an infighting between the orcs. The brutal scene made the little lord afraid of it even now.

The several lieutenants behind him started whispering when they heard the news. Obviously, they were also nervous.

Captain Blackmore stared closely at Roglio's face, trying to discern something from his expression, and after a few seconds, he snapped:

"Tell me everything you know!"

"20 minutes...Before, the orcs and the trolls, the Amani trolls... they united, they sneaked in from the direction of Arathi, and attacked us while the night turned out. There were many, at least... at least 120 people! "

Roglio endured the tearing pain from his abdomen. He said hardly:

"They are heavily armed and are chasing the fugitive ranger... Soon, soon they will be here...I am...I am here to warn..."

Roglio is a real old ranger. If he is not a civilian, he is estimated to have become a commander like Tyrion. He is 450 years old this year. He has experienced many wars and has seen many people. Blackmore The mistrust and maliciousness in his eyes can't hide him. The ranger simply exaggerated the facts a little. He and his brothers need support from Dunholk Castle!

Although he knew that even if he exhausted the hundreds of poor human infantry and a few knights in this castle, it was basically impossible to repel the orcs at night, but if they were willing to support, the camp could at least reach Captain Tyrion. Go back, when the two parties are united, there is great hope for victory!

10,000 steps back, as long as Lieutenant Blackmore Ken sent troops, at a distance of less than 30 minutes from the camp, the orcs of the night attack will also feel the pressure, which can also reduce the pressure in the camp.

"Lieutenant Drake!"

Black Moore thought for more than ten seconds, he patted the table and shouted: "You take the scout team to the camp to investigate as quickly as possible!"

"Yes!"

A tall and sturdy bald commander wearing blue infantry armor replied loudly and stepped out.

Captain Blackmore's actions made Roglio seem to see hope at this moment. He strongly supported his body and said sincerely:

"Thank you for your help, Captain, you will get the most sincere friendship of the Quel'Thalas Voyager..."

"Yes, I am willing to help the elves."

Blackmore nodded with a smile, his eyes narrowed, and then his words changed: "But for the sake of my soldiers, I have to wait for the scout to return the exact news before I can act..."

Roglio's expression stiffened in his face, calculated at the speed of human scouts, and this time, at least 40 minutes...

"We can't last that long. There is still a prisoner in the camp who is very important for the war situation in northern Xinjiang! Captain! Once the camp is lost, the prisoner escapes, and the orcs and trolls will be united completely, which will break the situation in northern Xinjiang. !This responsibility! You can't bear it!!"

The elven ranger was completely irritated by the irresponsible behavior of the human captain. He felt fooled, but the next moment, Blackmore also patted the table and shouted:

"If your camp has such an important task, then you should tell me when you first came here, not when you are under attack and it is about to be annihilated by the whole army! I am Alterac An important strategic point, I shoulder the strategic mission of King Perenolde, especially when it comes to orcs, I must be cautious!"

He interrupted Roglio's threat, his eyes rolled, and his fingers flicked.

"Our elf guest is tired, let him take a good rest."

Facing the strong words of the captain, the elf ranger shouted angrily:

"The reason why we are here is to inform you of your king. If you don’t know, you can only prove that your king does not trust... Bang"

Another lieutenant who was guarding the door stepped forward immediately and hit a violent punch on Roglio's back. The wounded elf ranger hadn't finished speaking, and he fainted when he rolled his eyes.

"What is this for? He is not our enemy!"

The young Chaldean priest saw this scene and screamed subconsciously, but the next moment, he was held in place by several of the captain's guards. The human captain stroked his beard and he narrowed his eyes and looked Roglio on the ground, in the end, a flash of murderous intention flashed in his eyes.

"Lieutenant Scarborough, take our elf friends to rest, he looks tired, and tell him to take care of his body. The climate in Hillsbrad hills is not suitable for these guys who come from far away. .."

The word "care" was emphasized, which represented some vicious thought of the captain, and the lieutenant in white armor stopped for a moment, then he reached out and grabbed Roglio's body, and carried it on his shoulder, Without looking back, he walked into the night.

"As for you, Pastor Chaldean."

Captain Blackmore's eyes fell on the young priest held by the soldiers again. He looked at the good-tempered priest. He slowly picked up the command knife at his hand. He stood up and signaled the soldiers to let go Mr. Pastor.

He stepped forward and reached out for Pat Chaldean to pat the dust that did not exist on his robe. He lowered his voice and said:

"Poor Mr. Roglio will take care of you. You are the best priest in Dunhold Castle, and he is my noble guest, representing the friendship between the Alterac Kingdom and the Quel'Thalas elves. , Once something goes wrong with him, this responsibility... will be borne by you, understand?"

Although the young priest had not experienced the noisy struggles of the nobles, he had at least heard of some of the castle commander’s fierce traits, especially when he saw him holding a long whip every day, lashing those ruthlessly. When the interracial gladiator in the dungeon, the priest will tremble with fear.

He was just an ordinary young man in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He was called here by the Holy Light and wanted to do his part for the human kingdom. He never thought that he would encounter such a thing. When he returned to his little church, he saw the ranger lying on the cold ground of the church. In the dark, he was motionless.

"Roger...Mr. Roglio, are you...how are you?"

No one answered, everything was quiet and hairy inside.

Chaldean chaplain grabbed his rosary in his hand, he didn’t dare to walk into the shadow that seemed to devour everything, but in the end, he came to the captain of the ranger, he reached out his hand, trembling and touched the Luo On Greo's neck, on the already cold skin, the weak pulse has completely stopped, and the fearless ranger who came to ask for help no longer knew when to lose his breath.

"Snapped"

Chaldean priest trembling and fell to the ground, using his hands and feet farther away from the corpse in front of him, seems to stay away from the source of his nightmare, he is like a child afraid of the dark, curled up In the corner of the chapel.

He was silently reading the scriptures of the Holy Light in his mouth. He seemed to force himself to forget everything tonight in this way, but against the corpse in front of him, the sacred scriptures could no longer protect him from the dark. power.

In this dark night, one life, one person dies, and the cold darkness will eventually engulf two people completely...

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