Azeroth’s Death Track

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Garona Haverson, the ace assassin of the Shadow Council, Gul'dan had the sharpest knife ever.

To be precise, she is a half-orc! She is a hybrid of orcs and draenei. Because of this impure blood, she was discriminated against in the orc tribe, but Gul'dan discovered her talent and brought her into the Shadow Council to train her to become the most Dangerous presence.

The really powerful assassins are generally not well-known, but Garona is an exception. Two years ago, the orcs could break the Storm Kingdom. A large part of the reason is that Garona assassinated the storm in the tightest fortress of the Storm Kingdom. Kingdom King Ryan Wrynn.

But seriously, Garona is not in the same heart as Gul'dan. Even this Jedi turn-around is also her struggle for freedom. Of course, we can talk about her story later.

"They are catching up!"

Saurfang sits behind the young dragon and breathes hard. He looks back and can clearly see Tyrion and Luminas, who are chasing behind the young dragon, when the death knight broke out. He has already experienced the combat effectiveness first. He doesn't think that relying on the three people now can fight against Tyrion and Luminas.

But in the face of the warlord's worries, Zuluhid, who manipulated the young dragon, sneered:

"Don't worry, Saurfang, maybe on the ground, I am not their opponent, but this is in the sky! The sky is the battlefield of Dragonmaw!"

He pulled the reins of the young dragon and lowered the fully tamed beast to a height. He looked at Saurfang and Garona, who was silent like a shadow, and he said with confidence:

"You go first, I'll block them! Poor Gul'dan may not be able to hold on, look at this unlucky guy, it's really poor!"

Zuluhid's voice was full of undisguised gloating, he watched Saurfang and Garona jump off the dragon's back and fell into the dark ground. He snorted and refocused his attention Behind the death knight.

"Orgrim will eventually know who is the power to rely on!"

There was a hint of arrogance in the eyes of the Dragonmaw Chief:

"Me and my dragon! Who can defeat us in the sky?"

"Aoao!"

The young dragon also seemed to feel the master's will. It let out a loud roar, flapped its huge wings, and rushed into the sky. Facing the two boned griffins, the young dragon snorted and took a deep breath. Movement, in the dark night, the light of the dragon fire was beating in its sharp teeth, so that the sky around dawn had become hot.

Dragon Breath, this is the unique ability of the dragon. According to the dragon race, the effect of the dragon breath is completely different. For the red dragon, the unparalleled scorching high temperature and the conversion of the dual attributes of destruction and regeneration are red. Dragon fire logo.

"Roar"

In the laughter of Zuluhed, a dragon breath like a pillar of fire swept across the sky in front of him, like a long whip of flames, completely covering the space in front of him, the griffin of Luminas was instantly caught The dragon fire was completely burned, and she herself waved her hands in the air, screaming and falling to the ground.

However, considering that Miss Sister is already the body of the undead, this height of more than 20 meters will not be killed again.

And Tyrion manipulated the Griffon to burst into the flying dragon and fire, and his blood-red eyes jumped with a gloomy killing intention. Gul'dan's soul stone may no longer be here. This kind of serious frustration He was filled with unimaginable anger.

How terrible is the Necromancer's anger?

That's the wickedness of ruining self rather than pulling opponents to hell.

"boom"

At a distance of nearly 30 yards near the young dragon of Yaowu Yangwei, the Griffon under Terry's crotch can no longer persist. As a fragile soul, it can persist in the scorching dragon fire until now.

Before it was overwhelmed by the dragon fire that fell from the sky, Tyrion leapt from behind the griffin. In the hot air, his gray hair was blown away, and he carried a cold sword in his left hand, and his right hand. Protruding toward the front, the dark red death energy in the palm of the hand was beating. When the rune light shattered, the grip of death was precisely buckled on the neck of the dragon.

The powerful suction force dragged Tyrion's body falling in the air to the young dragon in the sky. His body passed through the scorching dragon fire and felt the process of the dragon fire destroying his body. Burning pain, he gritted his teeth.

"boom"

Tyrion, whose flames were burning all over the body, fell behind the young dragon. In front of him, the shocked Zuluhid held the hunting stick in his hand subconsciously. Tyrion raised his head and jumped in those eyes. The blood-red light chilled Zuluhid's back.

He seemed to know why even a powerful warrior such as Saurfang was in front of the death knight.

Watching Tyrion stand up on the dragon's back and lifted his epee, Zuluhed took a step back, his throat moved up and down, the previous brazen words were still in his mind, but at this moment, he regretted a little.. .

"Ah!"

A minute later, Zuluhid, who was covered in blood, was thrown from the back of the young dragon. The old orc screamed wildly, his hands waving in the air, trying to catch the non-existent straw, but in the end With a free-fall attitude, he fell towards the dark ground.

"boom"

Zuluhid's body collided back and forth among the trees in the Yongge Forest, bouncing, and finally smashing into the ground. His left arm twisted abnormally, and a terrible wound was drawn by a branch on the back. The whole person looked uncomfortable. , But at least he survived.

The old team leader sat on the ground. He gasped for breath. He looked up and saw the dragon swaying in the sky. Obviously, his pet was fighting the terrible death knight.

"No matter how strong you are, you can't be the opponent of the dragon!"

Zuluhid gritted his teeth, stood up, propped his body with a broken hunting stick in his hand, and wanted to walk out of the forest. However, when he turned around, he saw a dark figure walking staggeringly, That is the person he least wants to see.

Miss Luminas also saw Zuluhid in front of her eyes. She reached out and wiped the blood stains on her face, and then pulled out the elven war knife around her waist. With the death energy wrapped around her body, a touch of the dead 'S grinning jumped in her blood-red eyes.

"Look what I found... an old and ugly orc, how tired it is to live... Come on, let me take you to rest!"

"you are welcome..."

In the sky, Tyrion’s Epee, with the frost and blessing of frost, pierced the scales of the struggling young dragon for the seventh time. Spinning, trying to lift Tyrion from behind it.

But the death knight buckled the dragon’s wound and fixed it behind it. Tyrion’s condition was not normal at this time. When he smelled the first dragon’s blood, the kind of hunger for blood in his body Thirsty rose again, making him want to drink the dragon's blood.

"Uh"

The crystal blood beads were beating around his body. He stretched out his hand and put the dragon blood beads into his mouth in the cold hunting wind, and crushed them.

At the next moment, the hot temperature like a flame boiled in his body, as if he had swallowed a piece of burning carbon alive, but in the extreme pain of the body, the hunger of the soul was satisfied, temporarily Satisfied, in less than 10 seconds, the seemingly endless hunger came back.

Under the blessing of anger and hunger, Tyrion's left hand was inserted into the dragon's wound, he no longer suppressed himself, so in the roar of the dragon's earth-shattering roar, all the blood in its body was drawn insanely. Until the last drop.

"Aoao"

The dragon screamed its last roar, and its life has come to an end with the escape of blood. Coupled with the suppression of the border guardian, it can no longer drive the heavy wings and can only carry the elf vampire behind, Fall into the forest of Quel'Thalas at dawn.

The death of this young dragon also represents the end of this night's chaos...temporarily ended.

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"Let me see (Let Gujar see)"

In the orc’s empty camp, the night’s war was over, and the orcs did not break into the Quel'Thalas hinterland as expected, on the one hand because of the elder ranger’s desperate resistance, on the other hand, because they were demolished The resurgence of Bentile Noel’s enchantment ensued, and the spell offensive of the ogres and trolls was suppressed again.

The trap set by Tyrion for Gul'dan inadvertently won precious time for the elves' reinforcements, and finally defeated.

At this time, the soldiers of the three clans had been gathered together again to defend against the elves' counterattack, while the two-headed ogre Gujar sat in the camp tent, holding Gul'dan's soul stone in his hand.

Gujar's three eyes were beating with unidentified light, but in the end, he still mobilized magic power to nourish Gul'dan's tired soul.

"My respected mentor, you almost died (you should thank the lovely Garona, we would not be able to save you without her.)"

"Just a little accident..."

With the help of the psychic circle that radiates around, Gul'dan's weak voice sounded in the tent:

"Death can't stop the warlock's footsteps..."

"But your body is destroyed (the dragon fire burned your body, and there is only ashes left there.)"

Gugal's two heads made sad expressions at the same time, Gul'dan was silent, but soon, he said again:

"Contact Gorefiend, I need him to choose a suitable body for me."

"Blood Demon will not agree so easily (he has become a dog of Orgrim!)"

There was a trace of embarrassment on Gugar's face:

"How should I persuade him? (His asking price must be high!)"

"Then tell him, curse the password, the secret he wants, I will exchange this for it!"

Gul'dan's voice became hazy:

"As long as the blood demon has a brain, he should know that Orgrim doesn't trust him. He wants to protect himself, and he has enough weapons to turn around the war. Go, Gujar, I believe that the blood demon will agree. of."

The ogre nodded, stood up, and walked out of the tent. His leaving made the atmosphere of the tent quiet and strange again. A few minutes later, Gul'dan's soul sighed:

"So, why don't you speak? Garona... you finally escaped from Triig, but followed me all the way, let me guess, are you trying to kill me? Because I used to kill you What do you do?"

"Om"

The dark air throbbed. After a while, Garona's body appeared in the corner of the tent. She sat down on her knees. The gesture was nothing like a rude orc. Look carefully. Except that her skin is pale green The knights on her do not have many orc characteristics, even the fangs in the corners of her mouth are small and exquisite.

Her black hair was pierced into two pony tails behind her head, and it looked weird. On her slender waist, there were two twisted daggers, and the blades of the daggers were still obscure and mysterious. Rune light.

Garona's eyes are light blue, which represents half of the blood belonging to the draenei in her body, and in the deepest part of the light blue eyes, there is a slightly invisible dark red light spot, which represents A part of her soul manipulated by Gul'dan.

"Why don't you speak? Garona, my most trusted subordinate, you see, I taught you to be the best assassin. I made these two daggers specifically for you. What you did made it so New name..."

"The kingslayer, not just the dagger, but your name... tell me, Garona, what the **** do you want? Seeing that you finally saved me, I might be kind enough to want you of..."

"I want freedom!"

Gul'dan's voice was interrupted by Garona, and the orc assassin's voice was filled with a special husky, like a rubbing blade in the dark, she looked at the soul stone in front of her, the sharp blade between her fingers dancing It touched the surface of the soul stone.

"I just need freedom! I will get it by myself!"

"Freedom? Oh, did your human friends teach you new words?"

Gul'dan mercilessly mocked the assassin in front of him:

"So, where are the human friends who taught you to pursue freedom? Oh, yes, you pierced his heart with your own hands, my poor King Lane, he trusted people who should not be trusted... don't you understand? Garona, freedom, that is just a meaningless illusion! Your life, your meaning, is only on the battlefield..."

"Click"

The surface of the soul stone was torn by a dagger, and Garona's eyes were full of pain. She screamed:

"Shut up! Freedom! Give me!!!"

"Alright alright..."

This action made Gul'dan feel threatened. Between his current weakness, he no longer provoked the assassin in front of him. He pondered for a moment and whispered:

"The freedom you want, I give you!"

"Go, go back to Draenor, go back to our near-death world, at the edge of Shadowmoon Valley, the eye of the lord who binds your soul is hidden there by me, break it and you will be free... Garona, you never want to actually get it, you are a cursed person, you are a poor worm..."

Gul'dan's voice echoed in the tent, but the tent was empty, and Garona did not know when she had left, as if she had never appeared.

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