Azeroth’s Death Track

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Flying at high altitude seems to be very elegant, but in fact it doesn't feel good.

In the absence of protection, in rapid flight, the operator can’t even open his eyes, and the rapid flight in high altitude will bring the ultimate reduction in temperature, which is difficult for fragile humans to bear. .

Therefore, although the wild hammer dwarves are willing to give the method of domesticating the griffin to humans, few humans can learn, only a small part of humans can easily fly the griffin in the air like a dwarf with thick skin.

"Wow"

Tyrion rides behind the huge white-boned griffin. No matter the surrounding cold and the wind blowing wildly, he can’t affect the death knight’s vision. He is already dead, he won’t feel the cold, and the surrounding death energy is even more So that the wind could not shake his body.

Behind him are seven white-boned griffins lined up in a row. This is the prey they obtained in the last hunt of the hills and the Hinterland Mountains. For ordinary orcs, a large beast like a griffin may be difficult. To deal with, but for the Dark Ranger who specializes in ejaculation, only a simple cooperation is required, and they can easily hunt such aerial birds of prey.

This kind of killing against griffins quickly attracted the attention of the Wildhammer dwarves, but when the Wildhammer rushed to the scene of the incident, Tyrion had already brought his Dark Blade Knights On departure, the Wild Hammer Griffon Knights who could not find the culprit could only exert their anger on the innocent orcs. On that day, at least 4 orc outpost camps were destroyed by the angry Griffon Knights.

However, that has nothing to do with Tyrion.

As the leader, Tyrion sits alone on a white boned griffin. Behind him, Glokus and Serente share a griffin. The 4 dark rangers who survived the battle are scattered on the two griffins. The remaining four griffins are full of 12 death knight recruits, they are carefully selected new members of Tyrion.

He only needs those who are skilled in manipulating the energy of death. In fact, Tyrion does not trust the loyalty of these chiefs. At the critical moment, they are still used for sacrifices and cannon fodder.

Tyrion’s thinking is very clear. His Dark Blade Knights didn’t need too many knights in the early days. Small-scale and elite battles were more in line with his requirements. In the final analysis, his destination was not on the battlefield of northern Xinjiang. At this moment, the less attracted the eyes, the more beneficial they are to fish in muddy water.

"We have been flying endlessly for 2 days..."

Glokush's slightly tired voice sounded in Terion's mind: "How long will it take?"

The dead will not feel the fatigue of the body, but the fatigue of the soul cannot be eliminated. Many people think that the dead do not need to sleep after resurrection. This is actually a wrong understanding. The death knights, including the powerful Talon. Blood Demon and Terry Ang included, they also need a short sleep every day to get rid of the tiredness of the soul.

Of course, this time is very short, it only takes 1-2 hours to fully recover, and their sleep is more like a kind of torture, falling into a state of soul rest, the memories of the past will fill the minds of the dead, just like It was the painful process of Glokush. Experience the living life of the past in a dream. At the moment of awakening, the cruel reality will make the undead very painful. It is real torture.

"The Stratholme area in the heart of Lordaeron has been reached..."

Tyrion lowered his head and distinguished the surrounding terrain. He replied in his soul:

"Soon, soon we will reach the Yongge Forest."

He raised his head, and in the eclipsed vision, he could suddenly see a fiery red color on the ground in the distance. That was the maple leaves of the Yongge Forest stained the earth. This season is the most beautiful of Quel'Thalas. time.

And now, he will return to his former hometown in another posture... what a cruel thing.

Two hours later, the terrifying white-bone griffin flapped its wings, and under the order of the new owner, it slowly fell to the edge of the Yongge Forest. From a height, this continuous red forest is almost full of the high elf kingdom Kui In the land of El Salas, the high elves inherited the elegance of the elven empire destroyed 10,000 years ago. They liked the red maple tree very much and regarded it as the most beautiful scenery.

And at this time, it happened to be the time when the maple leaves fell. From a distance, the entire Quel'Thalas seemed to be surrounded by fiery red scenery, full of a unique style of the elven kingdom, and a little bit of twilight. Landscape.

The orcs’ camp here is easy to find. On the southeast side of the huge Yongge Forest, it is a hill not covered by maple leaves. It is one of the last two strongholds of the Armani troll, closer to Quel'Thalas. To the northeast of the core area is Zu Aman, a holy place for these barbaric creatures, a temple that has existed longer than Silvermoon City, the capital of the high elves.

The orc camp is located in the forest not far from the troll stronghold. Invaders from another world don’t care about the magnificent beauty of Quel'Thalas. They have been here for the most part of the month, Frantically cutting down the surrounding trees, a large-scale camp has been established.

"These bastards!"

Jumping from the Bone Griffon, Tyrion heard Serrent's scolding behind him. Although he was dead, he was cut off by the cold reality, but apparently, Serent saw his former hometown destroyed in this way. , His cold heart was still full of anger.

In fact, it wasn’t just him. The four silent dark rangers, and even Tyrion himself, also felt very uncomfortable when they saw the deforested, bare earth around them.

"Yo, look at who this is! The tribe's new hero, Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn is back!"

A yin-yang strange haze sound came from the camp door. At the moment of hearing this sound, Glokush's hand was held on the handle of the axe in the back, but he was killed by Tyrion.

"Not yet time! Patience..."

His voice temporarily calmed Grokush's tumbling hatred. Tyrion looked up and saw the old dragon clock Gul'dan, wearing his iconic shadow hood, holding a cane full of skeletons, facing As they walked over, beside him were the tall Twilight's Hammer Chief Ogre Gujar and the Orc Warlord Warlock Saurfang.

"Let's welcome it!"

Gul'dan clapped his hands, and behind him, the two-headed ogre Gujar also clapped his hands. Both heads were full of silly smiles, but behind the smirk, there was one hidden. Extremely unique soul.

"I brought what you lost, Gul'dan!"

Facing Gul'dan's malicious taunts, Tyrion reached out his hand, and in his black armor, a broken fang was so dazzling.

That was the fangs that had been smashed by his own hand that day, which belonged to Guldan's fangs. At the moment of seeing this fang, Guldan's eyes became fierce, his dark red eyes beating It is unabashedly malicious, but with his cheeks missing a fang, it looks strange.

"I will look at you! Tyrion, don't let me catch your handle!"

Gul'dan extended his finger and pointed directly at Tyrion, not concealing his hostility at all:

"If you do anything to betray the tribe, I will draw out your soul and make you suffer!"

Faced with this hostility, Tyrion did not answer. After death, he was used to speaking with action rather than words. He set his eyes on the silent orc warlord Saurfang, watching this hand hacked to death With his own murderer, Tyrion was very calm and did not have much hatred.

But two people facing each other can guess that if the necessary step is really taken, between these two people, it is destined to leave only one...

"On the orders of the Chief Chief, I will support you waste!"

Tyrion said in a cold voice:

"It's been almost 20 days, and with the help of the Armani troll, you haven't scored in the hinterland of Quel'Thalas, which makes Orgrim very disappointed!"

Faced with this doubt, the expression on Saurfang's face was not good-looking. He coughed and turned sideways, making a "please" gesture.

"The situation is a bit complicated. We have won all the battles on the battlefield. Now most of the Eversong Forest has fallen into our hands. We don't want to attack Quel'Thalas, but we can't..."

"Come on, I will explain the current bad situation for you!"

On the other side, the king capital of Quel'Thalas, the magnificent magical city of Silver Moon.

This city was 6800 years ago, after the first sun king of Quel'Thalas, Das Reima. Sunstriders expelled the trolls here, the city established in the holy place of trolls is also Quel'Thalas Advanced The first royal city of the elves.

After more than 6,000 years of development, this city has become a symbol of the high elves. It is larger than the largest city of King Lordaeron. In fact, more than 70% of the high elves live in this city. The lower ones are scattered in the large and small estates of Yongge Forest and Yinyue Forest.

These estates do not represent lowliness. In fact, being able to live in the surrounding estates is a symbol of identity.

For example, the Windrunner family who served as General Quel'Thalas Ranger for generations, lives in the Windrunner Tower of the Eversong Forest away from Silvermoon City, in addition to the wizards created by the advanced elves' highly developed wizard civilization Towers are also scattered throughout Quel'Thalas' border to guard the country.

But now, in just 20 days, the Yongge Forest, which is the outskirts of Quel'Thalas, has been nearly destroyed. This is enough to alarm the high elf society with a small number of people.

The civilians gathered in Silver Moon City worriedly, and whispered stories about the terrible orcs, while the big men gathered in the palace of the Sun King to discuss the real military affairs in response to the brutal invasion of the orcs and trolls. .

"Prince Kael'thas is lobbying the human nations in Dalaran, trying to get them to part of their troops to support us."

Ranger general Lilyesa Windrunner, a female general with a strong record sitting in front of the palace, facing the members of the Silver Moon Council, she said aloud:

"The previous wars have shown that the ranger forces alone cannot resist the barbaric orcs who are more brutal than the trolls. Although the mage forces can suppress them, they can only block them in the Yongge Forest. Our soldiers are too few. There is no way to fight back!"

"We need human soldiers who can confront the orcs head-on. With their help, we can easily expel those orcs! We even solve the Armani trolls that have troubled us for thousands of years at once!"

"But that means we need to align ourselves with humanity again!"

The member of the Silver Moon Council, Archmage Darkan Drashir waved his left arm. His luxurious black robe was dancing in the air. He stood up and faced the current Sun King Ana sitting on the throne. Starian said:

"I don’t believe in the human kingdom, they are different from their glorious ancestors! The human kingdom is divided a little under our eyes, and we all know why the first empire of humans collapsed... their desires , Their arrogance and their unreasonable leaders, all of which pushed us away from them."

The Archmage's voice was indifferent, full of arrogance peculiar to the high elves:

"I can almost foresee that once we join the alliance, the human kingdom will constantly ask us to send precious power into their army, and our soldiers will be treated as victims and win the victory for the human kingdom...just half a year The former Tyrion. Blade of Dawn is the same! When he and his rangers fell into the dead, I didn’t see any humans help out!”

"The number of elves is too small compared to humans. Once invaded by their culture and beliefs, our country has little resistance! This is an unwise choice!"

"shut up!"

General Lilysa, who had always been calm, became rare and angry when she heard Tyrion's name. Her beautiful eyes stared at Darkan, making the latter take a subconscious step back:

"Don’t mention the sad name...you said it makes sense, but Mr. Darkan, your reason can’t help Quel'Thalas expel the orcs. Compared with the troubles we will encounter later, we should be more Focus on the present! We need human help! That’s all!"

"Then talk to them!"

King Anastarian, who did not speak on the throne, reached out and interrupted the tit-for-tat of the minister.

"Tell humanity that we will consider joining the alliance, but we must first see their sincerity...they want to prove that they are still as noble as their ancestors in the war, otherwise, Quel'Thalas will not renew the promise ."

"Before they respond, stick to the Bintino Realm! General Liresa! The frontline war will come to you!"

"Observe! The Sun King!"

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