Azeroth’s Death Track

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"There are only 7 arrows left..."

Lor'themar tore his cloak, sitting in the dark shadows, entangled his fingers torn by the bowstring bit by bit, Zul'jin's head was tied to the belt of battle by his death, it seemed to him He will not put it down until he is killed in battle or out of danger.

"boom"

The shriveled water sac was thrown over from behind, and Lor'themar took it in his hand and drank the last sip of water. After his throat was moistened, he wiped his mouth and looked at the dark and quiet forest behind him, as if everywhere Rippling with a shocking crisis, his finger was pressed on the war bow and said softly:

"At least 14 orcs are chasing us, and there is the orc warlord who knows that he is a high-level warrior at a glance. Hey, it seems that this time it is difficult for us to escape."

"I know..."

Behind him, the silent Tyrion bite the jerky in his hand with difficulty, he turned his back to Lor'themar, and his left hand rested on the hilt of the Phoenix Epee stained with blood, beside the blade, a The corpse of an orc scout with a dead body.

The water sac that filled the two men was found by him. The dried meat with strange smell in Tyrion's hands was also the spoils of this ambush.

"Our state can't deal with these chasers."

Lor'themar continued, but was interrupted by Tyrion's hand, and the latter looked at him and said word by word:

"I know! I know how bad the situation is...you are still talking like before!"

He stood up, pulled hard with his left hand, pulled out the epee on the ground, walked forward a few steps, and looked back at Lor'themar:

"Separately, let the chase be scattered, at least one of the two can survive... Don't tell me, now you, even a few orcs, can't deal with it."

Lor'themar didn't answer. His finger stroked on the surface of the war bow. After a while, he replied:

"My concern is that orc warlord... he is more dangerous than Zulkin."

"No matter how strong he is, he can only chase one direction at a time."

Tyraion took a deep breath, shook his hand without looking back, and wandered into the darkness:

"Now that we have reached desperation, let all these things be decided by destiny. Whoever encounters them is who's misfortune.

"If you die! Tyrion!"

Lor'themar carried the golden-red phoenix war bow behind him, withdrew an arrow from the quiver, and shouted loudly:

"I will tell everyone about your achievements and feats, and I will spread your heroic deeds to Quel'Thalas! I swear I will help the Windrunner family to hold the position of General Ranger, as long as I am still in Quail One day, Saras failed to shake this rule!"

He was silent for a second, and turned to walk in the other direction.

"If I die...please do the same thing, take my place, help His Royal Highness Prince, and make Quel'Thalas better!"

Tyrion, who walked into the darkness, stopped, his shoulders were moving, and about the memories in his mind, the chaotic fragments echoed repeatedly in his mind:

"Don't be so desperate, Theron, maybe we will all survive... At least I know, you... your destiny is not here."

The familiar words made Loser Marlene a little. He shook his head and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked back at Tyrion’s back and he shouted:

"Hey! Tyrion, you are so good at comforting people, you must have spent a lot of comforting yourself? Really pitiful... If you can survive, I invite you to drink!"

Tyrion didn't answer, it seemed that he didn't hear the sentence at all, his figure soon disappeared into the darkness, and Lor'themar reached out to touch the head of his waist, and turned and jumped into the dark forest. .

The gear of destiny quietly began to accelerate at this moment. The familiar history may change accordingly. The extra gear may also be completely crushed to restore destiny. So far, no one has ended the story. know...

Less than 3 minutes after the two men dispersed, Reid. Blackhand rushed out of the forest with a heavily armed orc scout, he saw the scolded scout at a glance, and he stepped forward, kneeling halfway on this deadly orc Beside the soldier, reach out and help him close his swollen eyes.

The muscles on Reid's arm were stretched. He held the red sword in his hand. He shouted angrily:

"Eat a defeat in human hands, can even the weak elves humiliate us wantonly?!!!"

"Chase! Use their heads...to pay tribute to our warriors!"

"Roar"

The orc warriors behind him roared in unison, causing the silence of the dark forest to be completely broken, and birds flying from the forest, startled the feathers.

"They ran in two directions!"

Another scout returned to Reid after rummaging through the ground:

"We have no way of determining who Zulkin's head is."

"Cunning like a fox!"

A trace of resentment flashed in Reid's eyes: "Then we also separate..."

"silly!"

A rebuke came from behind Red, and the orc warriors all gave way to a way. Orc Warlord Saurfang carrying the spine battle axe came out of the forest behind him. He went to Red and used A light of scrutiny looked at the young chieftain orc, he asked in a deep voice:

"Did anger stun your mind? Red... tell me, do you want our soldiers who are so exhausted to death to death?"

"I didn't...I just..."

"Snapped"

Reid's rebuttal won him a loud slap, and Saurfang scolded with a voice that hated iron and steel:

"The two elves who can kill Zul'jin together are not enough to alert you? Will ordinary warriors be their opponents? You, go to the right...everyone! They are not far away !"

"The other side..."

Reed asked subconsciously, and then he saw that Warlord Saurfang reached out and took off the tomahawk behind him, and turned towards them in the opposite direction.

"On the other side, I will come in person!"

"Observe! Overseer!"

Reid shouted loudly, grabbed his sword, and rushed into the forest with the remaining orcs. Lor'themar's estimate was somewhat inaccurate. The orcs he pursued were not as much as he thought. They were fighting with Dai Lin. In the meantime, the remaining orcs were injured, and Zul'jin's body could not be thrown in the forest.

There are about 8 orcs following Red into the forest, and the other side is chasing, there is only one orc, Saurfang. It seems that Tyrion and Lor'themar, both of them seem to have the hope of escape.

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"Wow, wow"

Huge wings flapped in the air, raising a burst of dust above the boulders, accompanied by a tweet similar to a giant eagle, a huge and weird creature, slowly fell on top of a giant castle built along the mountain .

It has a lion-like golden mane, sharp claws and a lion-like tail, but the front half is a huge eagle with a glorious look, even with its front claws, and the claws are almost the same. The sharp long beak can Ripping the enemy's body easily and flapping the wings on both sides of the body will allow this majestic and fierce beast to soar in the air.

This is the Griffon... Hinterland is at the top of the food chain, one of the fiercest beasts.

But there was a rein on the head of the Griffon, and after it stopped, a stout short creature with a leather armor and a warhammer on its back, jumped from behind the Griffon. Take a large piece of fresh meat from the basket next to it and throw it to the pet behind.

In the tweet of joy of the Griffon, this short, muscular stick walked quickly down the Griffon pen and rushed towards the castle below.

"Kudran! How about, have you caught those troll thieves?"

"I killed them all! No one left!"

When entering the castle, his fellow clan in guard armor greeted him friendly. Obviously, this short man was in a high position in his own group.

"Vostad, are you there?"

The short man rushed into the castle's conference hall. There was no one in it. He yelled with his loud voice, and his thick voice echoed back and forth in the conference hall. A few minutes later, a man wearing a robe with red gems The crown's short man walked quickly into the meeting room.

What came into view were a pair of wise eyes and an orange-red beard that completely covered most of the body. The beard was braided and decorated with gorgeous golden rings. Finally, his height was only Less than 1.60 meters.

"What's wrong? Kurdran? Didn't you chase the troll who stole our food? Why did you come back so quickly?"

"Listen to me! Falstad, I have killed the trolls, but I saw other creatures in the forest...the elves! The magical Quel'Thalas elves in the north! clear!"

Carrying the Warhammer, Kurdran, like a warrior, shouted:

"The green orcs are chasing them down in our forest! As the messengers of the human kingdom told us, those orcs are ugly! And they are barbarous! I think we should help the elf!"

"But the Wildhammer Dwarf has not decided whether to join the war between humans and orcs, my brother!"

Lord Falstad, a good friend of the Griffon knight, said:

"We finally lived a peaceful life. I don't want to lead the orcs to Hinterland. The trolls here are annoying enough."

Both Kurdran and Falstad are dwarves. This is a group of small creatures with solid bodies and even strength comparable to those of the orcs. The blue and blue war marks on their arms and cheeks represent their clan. They all belong to the Wildhammer Dwarf in the Hinterland Mountains and have lived here for 200 years.

"Those orcs just slaughtered Kazmodan! Falstad, our compatriots were killed by them thousands!"

Compared to leaders who need to consider too many questions, the samurai's ideas are always very simple. Kurdran shouted to Falstad angrily:

"Although we parted ways with the Bronzebeards, what we keep in our bodies is the blood lineage inherited from the great Kazgros. If it were not for your obstruction, I would have taken the Griffon Knights to teach the **** group It’s green skin! Not to mention they are still breaking into our Hinterland!"

"Can't be soft on them anymore! Falstad!"

He stared fiercely at his lord, and almost grabbed his collar with both hands:

"Tell me! Falstad, has the courage in your body gone?!"

This kind of irony for courage is called fierce in the tradition of dwarves. Lord Falstad, the Lord of the Wild Hammer, was almost jumped up by this kind of sarcasm from friends. He responded loudly:

"Kudran! You have to consider the continental form!"

"I don't think about any mainland form!"

Kurdran walked out of the castle on his own:

"I only know that Quel'Thalas is killing trolls, and we are also killing trolls, so we and Quel'Thalas are friends! Falstad, whether you want it or not, I will try !"

"Listen to me! Kudran! Don't be impulsive!"

"I don't listen! The sky has never taught the wild hammer to be weak!"

Griffon knight Kurdran turned his back and waved his warhammer fiercely: "No one can challenge the Wildhammer in Hinterland! No trolls, no orcs!!!"

"Alfonso! Call the Griffon Knight! Let's kill the orcs!"

"We have to tell Greenskin! We are different from weak copper whiskers! We are... the wild hammer of the sky!!!"

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