Azeroth’s Death Track

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As Aurelia walked out of the Windrunner's Tower, she was stopped by a woman wearing black chain mail.

The two stood on the grass of the Windrunner’s Manor. Their shapes and cheeks were so similar. Except that Aurelia had long blond hair, and the woman in front of her had short, short hair. Engraved in a mold.

"Sylvanas, what do you want to say to me?"

Aurelia looked calmly at her sister, the second sister of the three Windrunners, the proudest and most extreme girl of the Windrunner family, and was also an elite ranger who persistently took her mother as her target and vowed to surpass .

Faced with the elder sister's question, Sylvanas Windrunner pursed his lips and held his backhand on the war bow behind him, but said nothing.

This undisguised posture of confrontation made Aurelia, who had already made a choice and returned to peace, a little impatient. She reached out and rubbed her forehead, Shen Sheng said:

"I'm busy, don't waste my time...sister."

"Mother finally chose you!"

Sylvanas said that her voice was a little more intense and unwilling than Aurelia's calmness, and she stared at the red, wide, ancient back of Aurelia's back The powerful battle bow, which is the inheritance mark of the Windrunner family, represents the power of the Windrunner Patriarch and is known as Sasdora's artifact.

According to legend, this war bow was made thousands of years ago by Quel'Thalas's most famous bow master, a weapon made from the branches of Sas'ara, the mother of the high elves, and has been passed down for thousands of years. , Held by every Ranger General, that is, the Windrunner Patriarch, the dead souls who have died under this war bow are countless.

It has become a symbol and legend of the Windrunner family.

"She gave you Sasdora...so, you will also be the next Ranger General, right?"

Sylvanas took a deep breath. She looked at her sister with unwillingness, anger, disappointment, and helplessness in her eyes. Eventually, her finger was removed from the war bow, and she turned around and said softly :

"That was the goal I pursued for life. Unfortunately, I finally failed in front of you... I can only congratulate you, sister."

Sylvanas clenched her fists and walked away from the manor, but she was yelled by Aurelia just after two steps.

"younger sister..."

"What else do you want to say?"

Sylvanas looked back at her sister:

"Is the winner's declaration issued?"

"Do not"

Aurelia shook her head:

"It wasn’t my mother who chose me, Sylvanas, Tyrion chose me, he recommended me to Prince Kael'thas, and he used his life to fulfill our childhood... but I refused ."

"what did you say?"

Sylvanas skipped a shock in her eyes: "You rejected the inheritance of the Ranger General? That was your dream since childhood!"

"But I suddenly don't want to be a Ranger General, and the commander can't bring back those who have left."

Aurelia took a deep breath, her fingers beating, and was handed over to her by Lor'themar. The dagger that Tyrion used in the battle fell into the palm of her hand. She reached out and held the one that always blocked her left eye. Blond hair, the red dagger in the other hand rose.

"Uh"

The strand of blond hair was cut off, exposing Aurelia's blocked left eye to the air. On the same beautiful left eye, there was a sky blue war pattern that spanned half of the face and was not destroyed. The beauty of this face gave her a hint of wild charm, and the blood-stained pendant on her neck was so conspicuous.

"Tirion said that the war print is not pretty, so I don't want to show it to too many people...but now, it doesn't matter."

Aurelia opened her hand, her blonde hair fluttering around in the wind, she walked to her sister who refused to lose, and when she passed her, Aurelia's mouth smiled with a sincere smile:

"Go, Sylvanas, you will inherit the position of mother. Although I took Sasdora, I believe that you will still be a qualified ranger general."

"how about you?"

More than ten seconds later, Sylvanas, who finally accepted the shocking news, turned suddenly. She looked at the elder sister who had already mounted the war horse behind her. She asked aloud:

"Aurelia! What are you going to do!"

"I?"

Aurelia reached out and pulled her Ranger hood up, covering most of her face in the shadows, which made her voice hoarse and low.

"I'm going to continue my destiny..."

"The orcs have taken my Tyrion away. In the rest of my life, I will kill every orc I see! I will rush those beasts back to their world!"

"I have lost the most important things, and I will not allow myself to lose anything else... Tyrion always says he wants to be a troll killer, then... let me be a... orc killer. "

"Revived"

In the hissing of the Quildore Warhorse, Aurelia carrying the battle bow Sasdora disappeared in the path of the Eversong Forest, as if she had completely entered another destiny of diversion, behind her , Sylvanas Windrunner got the position of general she longed for, but this proud lady couldn't be more happy.

"I don't want your charity! Aurelia!"

Sylvanas shouted loudly towards the deserted forest: "I will eventually prove that I am better than you!"

"Aurelia... protect yourself!"

When that shout reverberates in the forest, Sylvanas's eyes also have tears.

She and the younger sister Wen Lei Sa were like two abandoned girls, leaning on the railing of the manor alone, the young adult Wen Lei Sa looked at the direction of the disappearance of her elder sister, her finger stroking on her right arm There, there is also a black cloth strip representing mourning.

"Second sister...Brother Tyrion...I'm dead. I'm so sad. My brother wrote me a letter. He's also very sad. You know, he always admires Brother Tyrion."

"Well, he is dead...so we have to take his share...and continue to live, eventually becoming someone like him."

"But don't you hate Tyrion's brother? Second sister."

"Ah... I don't like it anymore."

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On the other side, at the moment when the three sisters of the Windrunner family finally went to different destinies, in the middle of the mainland, far away from Quel'Thalas, on a land full of swamps, beasts, and assassins on both sides, they were captured in a certain place. In the fortress, an important conversation is also ongoing.

Grim Batol, this is a typical dwarf city. It is located underground and was built by the barbarian dwarves who split in the battle of the three hammers 300 years ago. However, in the later period of the battle of the three hammers, the fortress was The black iron dwarf conjurer, who was unwilling to fail, cast a curse, so the Wildhammer dwarf had to continue to migrate north, and finally settled in Eagle's Nest Mountain.

Now, this sturdy but dark overgrown fortress has belonged to the orcs. It has become the most important stronghold of the orc tribe in the middle of the continent. In this city, at least 70,000 orcs are entrenched, plus it is still attacking in Kazmodan The orcs of the stubborn dwarven army have more than 120,000, which is also the most elite force under the leadership of the chieftain of Orgrim Destruction Hammer.

"Click, click"

The dark fortress underground is always a bit damp, so the orcs are used to putting a brazier in the stone house to keep warm, and at this time, in the light of the flames beating in this brazier, Orgrim is in the room with the chieftain The heads of several clans discussed the issue of the Amani troll.

"I think that Saurfang should be disciplined!"

An old orc sitting under the head said in a deep voice:

"Due to his incompetent defeat, Zul'jin was killed. Although we brought back Zul'jin's body, I think that the group of unruly Amani trolls will not join because of a body. Us! The joint plan was destroyed, Orgrim, don’t you turn a blind eye to this?"

Faced with this implicitly malicious question, the Chief Chief Orgrim, who was sitting in the top chair, was uncomfortable. The Chief Chief was from the Blackstone clan. His appearance is no different from that of an ordinary orc. The most obvious is His brown skin.

This means that the chieftain did not drink the blood of the demon, he was not infected by the blood of the evil, he was a pure blood orc!

Thanks to the excellent forging craftsmanship of the Blackrock clan, the chieftain was wearing a set of black plate armor he had cast himself, and beside him, he held his family weapon, a warhammer that was said to have been blessed by the elements.

Doomhammer! Weapons that make countless enemies frightened on the battlefield!

"Zuluhed, I will give you the artifact we found, almost 1 year has passed!"

Orgrim talked about another thing, the chieftain's voice was low, echoed in the room, full of power:

"As a result, you only gave me a few unobedient young dragons... This little dragon didn't help the war at all! You still have a face to accuse Saurfang... At least Warlock killed the murderer, Revenge for Zul'jin!"

"Huh, the Chief Chief said well!"

A clan chief who held a cruel bone stick and lost his right eye, covered his face and body with oil paint, and tied black hair into a braid, said:

"Speaking of incompetence, in addition to the waste of Gul'dan, it's you, Zuluhide! In the blood ring clan, a guy like you who can't do things, but we will be thrown into the cage!"

"boom"

The taunted head of the Dragonmaw clan, Zuluhed the dragon trainer, hit his fist on the table. He did not dare to complain to the prestigious chieftain, so he aimed at the one-eyed orc:

"Kilrogg! It seems you have forgotten your clan’s fiasco in the Stranglethorn Vale and those Gurubashi troll wars. Would you like me to remind you that the dwarf bronze dwarves who are still stubborn to this day let you How many failures has the clan tasted?"

"boom"

A blood-red war knife was severely cut on the table. This time Reid, who represented the Thunder King clan and the Black-toothed Scarlet clan, attended the meeting. The black hand couldn't help it anymore, his eyes were filled with anger, staring deadly Zulu Sid:

"Dare you despise Warlord Sarufar? Do you dare to defile a real hero! You coward! Come! Come on a Makora, I will cut off your head by hand!"

"Hey! Little Black Dog of the Mafia! Who are you barking at!"

The other old orc, who had been sitting on the edge with his bare upper body and braided white hair and braided, stood up suddenly and pulled out the sword that was similar to the black hand in the back. :

"Want to use this blade of swordsman to play prestige? You are not qualified yet!"

"enough!"

"boom"

In the anger of the chieftain, the black and gray warhammer smashed **** the table in front of him. This hard stone table cracked a shocking crack. This sudden explosion made the other chiefs quiet. Chief Orgrim snorted dissatisfiedly:

"This is the place to discuss, fight, get out!"

Seeing that the Chieftain was angry, everyone was quiet, Orgrim's reputation in today's orc tribe has almost reached a point of speech, compared to the repeated failure of the first generation Chief Blackhan. Blackhand. After receiving the command of the Horde, Orgrim took only one year to take half a continent with a violent orc.

Now, as long as the army of the last seven alliances of humanity is breached, the entire continent will become a new home for orcs!

No one dared to provoke Orgrim at this time. The chiefs of these respective clans did not even complain, they were afraid that if Orgrimmar ordered, the warriors who originally belonged to their respective clans would abandon the chiefs. Under the command of the great chief.

"You are all over, now it's time for me to say!"

The chieftain sat back in his chair again, and in the flickering fire on both sides, his back looked so huge, like a mountain, and Orgrim's eyes flashed on the orc's usual rough cheeks. After a trace of cunning.

"I don’t think that Saurfang failed, in fact, I think that a dead Zul'jin is better than a living Zul'jin. Not to mention, Zul'jin died in the hands of the high elves, That's the feud of the Amani trolls. With a little guidance, thousands of trolls in the forest will become the best cannon fodder for the tribe... By the way, what do Amani's envoys say?"

Kilrogg, the chieftain of the Blood Ring clan whispered:

"They are willing to unite with us, but the premise is that we have to help them break through the Silver Moon City and give them the corpse of the elf, and unload eight pieces to honor Zul'jin, but Saurfang stays there, no Willing to let the troll approach the corpse. He said that the elf was a warrior, who died in glory and should not be humiliated by the troll."

"Stupid! Glory? What time is it, Saurfang's brain is broken! Giving the corpses to the trolls can make them..."

Zuluhid began to ridicule again, but this time, he had also disputed with Reid, the chief of the Fireblade clan, the old sword Saint Dahl. The triple blood blade jumped violently, and pulled out the flame blade behind Sanxu , The blade pointed directly at Zuluhed, and scolded:

"Shut up! You **** in the mud! You have lost your glory, do you not allow others to hold it?"

This roar made Zuluhid shut his mouth immediately. The Blademaster of the Fireblade clan was recognized as the most madman in the tribe. He did not dare to argue with Laodal, and the old swordsman saw Zuluhid served softly. He snorted disdainfully, he looked at the chieftain, and Shen Sheng said:

"On this matter, I support Saurfang! We have avenged the trolls and they should not ask for so much!"

"Well, this is also my thought..."

Orgrim nodded and stopped talking, the light of thought jumping in his eyes, and at this time, no one dared to bother him.

"What about that corpse?"

A few minutes later, Kilrogg asked carefully:

"Gul'dan came to me yesterday, he said that the research of his war weapon is almost over, and some corpses of other races are needed for research, and the corpses of the high elves are what he needs, but we only have the ranger in our hands. Now."

"Then give him!"

Orgrim closed his eyes:

"This is for the tribe's victory, this is a sacrifice of glory, I believe that Saurfang will understand."

"Go!"

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