Azeroth’s Death Track

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At the same time when Tyrion fell, Saurfang's body like a mountain collapsed.

The orc warlord who fell on the ground breathed heavily, just like when he was young, he went out hunting with his brother, and was lost in the big storm of Frostfire Ridge. He was alone and faced with the two hungry frost wolves. Same battle.

He was nearly torn apart by a wolf kiss, but he eventually won and brought glory for himself and his brother for the first time.

Saurfang was born in the world of Draenor. When he opened his eyes for the first time, it was still a beautiful and vibrant world.

It was the homeland of the orcs, in the distant stars, and the world of Azeroth where he was at this time, far away from the almost impossible to cross the path of the stars.

Saurfang grew up in the most barren and coldest frostfire ridge in the world of Draenor, where there are powerful thunder king clan and frost wolf clan, he almost saw with his own eyes how noble orcs are in the blood of the demon He became bloodthirsty and crazy during his baptism, but unfortunately, Saurfang did not stop it, he joined it.

In a world that took less than 10 years, that world went from prosperity to death, which was certainly not caused by the orcs, but they and their world became victims of a conspiracy of higher power, and the final note of this conspiracy , Pointing to another world that would never have communicated with Draenor...Azeroth.

Once, Saurfang fought for the killing urge that raged in his body, that was not noble, but was scoffed by Saurfang's nature, but now, although the blood of the demon in the body still makes him violent, but He was fighting to find a new world for his people.

Now that their world is dying, this is a great mission.

In order to achieve it, Saurfang spared nothing, even if he became a **** butcher with his hands...

Similarly, until he sees this great mission accomplished, Saurfang will not stop fighting, he will not succumb to death!

His eyes fell on the twisted body of Tyrion in the distance. Although he didn’t want to admit it, this time, if he wasn’t lucky enough, he’d probably be really as mad as the lone wolf and the same ruthless elf. ...

Although he was seriously wounded before this battle, Saurfang was never a man who would conceal his defeat. The strength and vitality of the orc was born to be several times higher than that of humans and elves, and the opponent was also not in full bloom. The body, in this case, can fight tribal warriors like him to this degree...

Power and combat skills are never the protagonists of fighting...the one who never succumbs, like the will to fire.

Although the crazy elf ranger eventually died, but...

"you win..."

"You are... a true warrior!"

Nearly ten minutes later, Saurfang finally recovered from the weakness after the violent rage. He stood up with his wound around his back, leaning on the tree trunk and breathing heavily, and at this time, the strange birdsong and The sound of flapping wings came from afar.

"Hula hula"

The voice made Saurfang immediately alert. He struggled to carry the battle axe behind him, dragging Tyrion's already cold body, and when the light of dawn spilled over the land, he returned to the dead. Among the forest.

Saurfang did not notice that at the moment he dragged the ranger's body, the leaf-shaped pendant stained with blood slipped from Tyrion's hands and left in the woods like a lost treasure, but with this orc warlord Even if he notices his character, he will not see it...

The real orcs have always been very forgiving to respectable opponents, and of course, those who have been addicted to the desire to destroy are not counted.

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"Cough..."

A few days later, in the wetlands leading to the central part of the continent, covered with mud and dangerous beasts, the two orcs were struggling forward. At the forefront of the confrontation between the Alliance of Seven Human Nations and the orc tribe, they have not yet escaped danger.

Reid carried the seriously wounded Saurfang behind his back. He dragged two humble wooden boxes behind him. The heavy armor of the Warlord was fixed on the wooden box. Reid Blackhand gasped every step of the way.

It is very difficult to move forward in the swamp. The most important thing is that in the crazy pursuit of the soldiers, Reid has not closed his eyes for 2 days and 2 nights, and the Saurfang behind him has entered because of wound infection. On the verge of death, his high temperature is scary.

To be honest, Red did not think of throwing Saurfang halfway, which would not only help him get rid of the chasing soldiers, but also shoulder responsibility for his mission failure. Ruffal.

But thinking about it, Reid Blackhand couldn't make this determination.

On the one hand, after the death of his father, the last chief tribal chief Blackhand, it was Saurfang and other warlords who reached out to help him and his younger brother at the most dangerous time.

On the other hand, Reid’s hatred for the current tribe is more concentrated on the body of Orgrim, the chieftain who killed his father personally. The hammer of destruction and the head of the clan clan Gul'dan, who tried his best to teach him martial arts. Ruffal is innocent.

Therefore, under almost impossible circumstances, Reid just took Saurfang and drove back from the hinterland of the human kingdom to the area controlled by the tribe. In this respect, Reid. Blackhand is more like Della The traditional orcs of the Nuo period, although reckless and combative, still have their own persistence and bottom line.

"Red, I can't do it...cough..."

Saurfang lay hard behind Red and whispered: "It's just a burden to take me, throw me away."

"No! Hold on, Warlord!"

Reid gritted his teeth and moved on in the vast wetland. He said in a deep voice:

"We're almost there, Grimbath, right in front of us!"

"I heard the shouts of the dwarves. Am I wrong?"

Saurfang looked back hard, but when he was seriously ill, he could not see anything, and Reid carefully placed Saurfang on the muddy ground. He took a big breath and stretched his hand to pick up the blood. The dappled war knives looked back at the dwarves who rushed up in the swamp behind.

"You heard it right, Warlord, look, you can actually fight..."

Hungry and hungry Red. Blackhand showed a difficult smile, he said to Saurfang: "Wait a minute, Overseer, I will kill them... Soon, soon I will come back!"

"No! Red, don't go! I... I'll buy you time!"

Saurfang didn’t know the current situation of the two men. He stood up hard, grabbed his spine tomahawk, and pushed Reid into the water behind him. The strength was not like a seriously ill orc. , He shouted loudly without looking back:

"Run! Leave me alone, run back... tell the Chieftain, I... I die like a real orc!"

"Run!"

"what!!"

Seeing Sarufar standing unsteady, leaning against the wooden box, flapping his chest towards the rushing dwarf bronze beard, a sense of glory that had been lost by the orc for a long time came to Reid's heart. There was no retreat, no fleeing like a coward. Instead, he took a step forward, holding a war knife in front of Saurfang.

"This fun game can't let you take it all away, Overseer..."

Reid laughed as if he didn't put the dwarves in front of him at all:

"I am dead and Maim, Warlord, Blackstone's blood will continue to spread, I hope I can set a good example for them..."

Saurfang gasped and lifted his body with an axe. He stretched out his hand and placed it on Red's shoulder:

"I learned a word from that elf...it's perfect for now."

"Today, you and I will go to **** together!"

The two desperate orcs laughed and patted their chests, raising their weapons together, and fighting loudly against the dwarves in exile in Kazmodan:

"Lok\'tarogar!!!"

At the moment they thought they were going to die, a low roar rang from the dark sky above him, and Reid raised his head, and saw a huge red dragon swooping down from the clouds, facing the dwarves who had charged Breathing wildly, the blazing flame ignited everything in front of the two.

"It's our people! Overseer! We are saved!!!"

The excited Reid raised his arms and cheered, but when he turned around, he saw Saurfang with a smile on his face, falling into the muddy and dirty swamp.

"Overseer! Overseer, what's wrong with you!...Don't die! We are saved! Open your eyes!!!"

"Sarufar, open your eyes, this method of death! This method of death is not what you are after!!!"

Almost at the same time, Lor'themar cultivated in the Wildhammer Castle on Eagle's Nest Mountain opened his eyes.

The Dwarves of the Wildhammer rarely communicated with the outside world. They almost lived in the mountains of Hinterland in a primitive posture, came here to settle here more than 200 years ago, and became an ally with a powerful beast like the Griffon There is nothing unsightly to try to challenge their status in Hinterland.

Uh, those trolls all over the world are not counted...In theory, all the land of civilization in the world is actually the territory of the troll empire in ancient times, but it is a pity that future generations do not strive to keep their heritage.

Because of the special closedness of Hinterland in the eastern continent, few people know that Lor'themar is still alive.

Because the head of Zul'jin carried by Lor'themar was regarded as a symbol of bravery by the wild-hammer dwarves who were extremely hostile to trolls. Therefore, in the coma, he was also best received by Yingchaoshan wild-hammer dwarves. Treatment.

But the moment he opened his eyes, what he cared about was no longer Zul'jin's head. His Royal Highness' cause, he only cared about one thing.

"What about Tyrion? Where is my friend?"

The Ranger, who is always known for being silent, grabbed the hands of the Wildhammer Shaman in front of him and roared like a wild beast. The power exploded in his slender body, even the dwarf who was famous for his strength could not bear it.

He desperately needs an answer, and from his eager eyes, he hopes to get a perfect answer.

"Ah, rude elves! Let me go!"

The old shaman shouted loudly, seeing that Lor'themar couldn't calm down. He simply called the Storm Spirit's power and used a lightning bolt with lightning flashes to force Lor'themar to calm down, but the old dwarf didn't do it. Angry, because in the past few days, the story of Lor'themar and his brother Tyrion has spread throughout Eagle's Nest Mountain.

Although the dwarf was rough in appearance, it was actually a sentimental race. The old shaman drunk and looked at Lor'themar sadly. He said softly:

"Wait a minute, I will ask Kurdran to tell you what you want to know...but I have to say in advance that you have to be mentally prepared."

Ten minutes later, the head of the Griffon Knight of the Wildhammer Dwarf, Kudran. Wildhammer, holding a wooden box, walked into Lor'themar's ward, which was actually the stone house where the dwarves lived. In Sri Lanka, only dwarf people can live in this dwelling, which is all stone.

"At dawn, Alfonso and I found your brother, the battlefield of the brave elf Tyrion."

Kudran whispered:

"That battlefield is like being swept by a storm. I can be sure that it was caused by a high-level warrior. Your brother and a high-level warrior of an orc are fighting. This courage alone is worthy of admiration."

Faced with this praise, Lor'themar Theron, who had been completely dead in his heart, clenched his fists, and he held the last trace of expectation:

"I don't care about this, I only care, Tyrion, and finally... what's wrong?"

"Uh"

Kurdran handed the box in his hand to Lor'themar and whispered:

"We only found these, but we found some **** weeds from the battlefield, after showing them to the shaman..."

The dwarf glanced at Lor'themar's expression and lowered his voice, as if muttering:

"Unfortunately, he is dead, and the body... was taken away."

The news shakes Lor'themar's body a little. Although he had foreseen all this, but when the real facts arrived, the kind of tumbling still made his mouth smell a bit sweet.

He shivered and reached out, opening the box brought by Kurdran, which contained very little.

Broken Phoenix Epee, Broken Chainmail, a curved dagger, and...a leaf-shaped pendant stained with blood.

"Well"

Lor'themar held the pendant in his hand. His face was pale to the extreme at this moment, and the pain in his eyes made the dwarf Kudran feel bad. After 2 seconds, Lor'themar stood up, just Taking a step, he collapsed to the ground.

"He...replaced my life with his own life..."

"Asshole! Asshole! You let me... let me explain to them!"

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