Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tyrion ultimately failed to decipher Sarin’s secret, despite the first two blood followers behind him.

But this success was accidental and uncontrollable, and Tyrion’s plan to mass-produce Sahel failed.

Among the bodies of the 17 elven mages recovered by the Dark Blade knights, only the old mage Seven. Injured and the young mage Ottum. The fire pattern was transformed into Sahrain, and this transformation appears to Tyrion It actually failed.

They do have a thirst for blood, and they can manipulate the blood, but the manipulation is too weak, and they can only draw the blood from the enemy's wounds. There is no way to achieve the terrible strength of Tyreon's instant blood extraction. .

In addition, the resilience of their resurrected bodies has greatly improved the adaptability of shadows and frost magic, but the magical power of flames that they are good at has been weakened, and their overall strength has slightly improved.

This inexplicable transformation made Tyrion very dissatisfied, but after thinking, he still reached a vague conclusion.

The high elves of Quel'Thalas are still in the magical moisturization of the Sunwell, and the magical power is readily available to them, so even the addiction to the bone marrow can be satisfied, and it will not reflect the hunger for magical power. There is a magic addiction, but this satisfied magic addiction cannot make the elves become blood elves after their death.

Only when the Sunwell dies, the omnipresent magical nourishment is lost, and the already addictive magic addiction in the body of the high elves will be truly inspired!

It was only at that time that the large-scale emergence of Sahel was possible.

"Low-level mages are of no use to us. They are not as powerful as skeleton shooters. In Quel'Thalas, where magical civilization is highly developed, the number of high-level mages is less than 5,000, basically concentrated in each. They are rare resources in the Archmage Tower and the Mage Legion."

Tyrion sat in the ruins of Dessom, holding a hip flask in his hand. He seemed to be hesitating to drink this liquid, and beside him, Serent had heard Tyrion’s description. And shook his head in disappointment:

"The war in Quel'Thalas is over, the elves have conquered the corpses they can find, and with the guard strength of Silvermoon City, we have no chance to start."

"Enough is enough, coming to Quel'Thalas is a complete mistake. I want to be a hyena behind a lion. I want to strengthen myself by picking up leaks. I want strength and safety, but I have lost the most. The important thing is that I killed her..."

"It's a pity that I thought Gul'dan was dead, so she could avoid her cruel destiny, but I caused her death by mistake. I thought I could change my destiny. Oh, it's backhanded. It was a shame to give me a slap in the face and laugh at my involuntary power."

Tyrion looked at the light of dawn gradually rising in the distance, watching the darkness torn apart a little by the rising sun. Eventually, he twisted the jug and drank the wine for the first time after his death.

Apart from him, no one in the world will know that the Windrunner family should have been nearly destroyed in this battle. He changed the direction of this war, he saved this family... Unfortunately, General Liresa Still died in this battlefield, died in front of Tyrion, this is not a victory...only endless loss.

Serent was somewhat curious to see Tyrion swallowing a sip of spirits. He asked:

"Do you still have a taste?"

Tyrion shook his head, and the dead body lost its sense of taste, touch, and even the smell of blood, which they also sensed through the energy of death. Such a existence simply cannot taste the taste of fine wine.

"So how do you feel?"

Serent asked again, Tyrion frowned, looked at the hip flask in his hand, and whispered:

"I can only feel the cold liquid flowing into the body, it is no different from water, it is not as delicious as blood... Oh, yes, I forgot, except you, you can not taste the deliciousness of blood."

"Then why do you drink it?"

Serent continued to ask that this question annoyed Tyrion. He turned his head and took another sip of wine and said indifferently:

"You're really hard for me... just treat me as a game."

Serent couldn't understand this behavior until Luminas came over, and the younger sister grabbed the hip flask in Tyrion's hand, took a sip, then wiped her mouth and said to the two:

"It is ready, we can go at any time!"

"Why do you drink it too?"

Serent shouted:

"You can't taste it!"

"so what?"

Luminas put her arms on her hips and said impatiently: "I just want to drink, do you have any opinions?"

A big hand took over the hip flask in Luminas's hand, Glokus turned his head up and poured the last sip into his mouth. He threw the hip flask towards the ruins behind him. He looked at Serent with a meaningful meaning. Said:

"It doesn't matter if you don't drink alcohol, as long as you know you are drinking."

"I can not understand."

Serent shook his head, and Glokus reached for the large box on the ground. He and Luminas and Tyrion didn’t go back to the ruins. There were two zombie dragons and the rest The Bone Gryphon is ready, they are leaving Quel'Thalas.

"We are dead, we can't taste the taste of fine wine, taste food, or even breathe. Death takes away all this, but it doesn't matter...you can actually own them!"

Glokus turned back and called out to Serent, who was standing in the ruins, with an ugly smile on his orc's rough face:

"Don't be knocked down by death! Don't succumb to it!"

"Just pretend that you are actually alive..."

Tyrion jumped onto the saddle behind the zombie dragon, and he waved towards Serent:

"Come on! We are going to the hill battlefield tomorrow, if you don’t want to miss the next battle...I know you don’t want to miss it, right?"

"Wait for me!"

Serent carried the war bow and halberd, and hurried towards the front. He jumped on the other zombie dragon. After taking off, he suddenly patted Glokush's shoulder in front and whispered:

"Is there any wine? Give me a bottle."

"Hahahaha"

In the well-meaning laughter of the orc death knight, a bottle of orc spirit was stuffed into Serendt's palm, he twisted it away, sipped it in a sip, and then frowned, just as Tyrion said That way, there is no taste at all.

But at the next moment, he looked up and poured cold spirits into his mouth, and then wiped his mouth full of wine stains. Although he could not feel any taste, but in the cold wind roaring in the sky, Serrent’s The mind calmed down strangely.

No... it's not that there is no taste at all!

There is the taste of the past, and the taste of alive...

"Hahahaha"

The death knight laughed, and the laughter came so abruptly, which caused some doubts to Sarin Otum on the Bone Griffon behind the zombie dragon. He looked back at the Severn beside him, and he asked:

"Mr. Seven, are these death knights crazy?"

Old Sahren shook his head and closed the magic book in his hand. He looked at the young fellow, a soft light flashed in his blood-red eyes:

"No, boy, they are just retrieving the past. Frankly, this attitude is worth learning..."

Having said that, Old Sahrain took a bottle of maple leaf wine that looked very old from his finger storage ring. This was originally the best collection he had when he was alive. It is said that it has been stored in thousands of times in time. Years, and now, he did not hesitate to unscrew it, and lifted the wine bottle to Altum:

"Want a drink? Child"

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On the other side, on the edge of the distant hilly battlefield, at this dawn, the cold winds of the towering Alterac Mountains blow from the snow-covered valley, seeming to freeze everything.

This is the entrance to the Alterac Mountains, the hinterland and capital of the Alterac Kingdom. It is also one of the highest mountains in northern Xinjiang. It is covered with ice and snow that will not melt all the year round, but it is rich in products and nurtures the entire Alterland. G kingdom.

From a military point of view, this is also a very important military place. From the Alterac Mountains to the north, it can easily bypass the hills and enter the border between the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the Kingdom of Gilneas. The Silver Pine Forest is located here, and from there, it does not even take 2 days to reach the capital of Lordaeron, the city of Lordaeron.

However, the Alterac Mountains are towering and towering. Almost every pass in the mountains is easy to defend and difficult to attack. From the bottom to the top, without huge casualties, it is impossible to defeat the army that Alterac defends here.

And because of the "defensive" concept of Alterac's royal family, every pass has built strong fortresses, which even hung frost at low temperatures, like a strong shield in the mountains.

"This is an almost impossible defense..."

Great Chief Orgrim was carrying his own warhammer. He rode on the black wolf and looked at the world covered by the snow. But at the next moment, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes. He said softly:

"Unfortunately, this strong fortress lacks soul! It is shameful to be possessed by the cowardly!"

"This is a good thing, great chief."

The old sword saint of the Fireblade clan rode the war wolf and stood beside the chief of the Orgrim. Although the surrounding temperature had dropped to minus zero, the old sword saint was still naked and his body was wearing a string of dips on his neck. A red rosary with white bones, carrying a blaze of flames and slashing sword Sang Susu, looks extraordinarily grim.

"King Coward of Alterac surrendered, he opened a path for us to the heart of the human kingdom, and we are about to win!"

"So I will be kind enough to spare his life!"

Orgrim looked at the messenger of the Alterac Kingdom who was slowly coming in the distance, and said softly:

"After we break Lordaeron, the Alterac Kingdom will survive. We can’t kill humans. Let Mr. Pirenod manage the humans for us. He will be a "qualified" shepherd. ..Hahahaha."

The chieftain's words made all chieftains and warlords around him laugh, and behind them was a heavily armed orc army, densely covered with roads leading to the Alterac Mountains, tens of thousands.

"What do your kings say? Humans."

The Special Envoy of Alterac Kingdom wore a heavy bear fur cloak, under this warm clothing, a trembling body, but not because of the cold outside, but because of fear.

The royal guard was supposed to be a brave soldier, but unfortunately, he was not.

He stood in front of Chief Orgrim like a brown hill. In the cold wind, he said hardly:

"The distinguished King Pirino and the wise ministers have discussed for a long time. They believe that in the current situation, it is unwise to continue fighting with the orc tribe, and the alliance places the battlefield in the richest hilly area of ​​our country. This seriously hurt Alterac’s interests, so..."

"I have heard enough of the human cliché!"

Orgrim interrupted the human envoy arbitrarily. His eyes were fixed on the human in front of him, and he seemed to swallow him. In the snow, he shouted:

"Tell me! Your final decision!"

The terrible momentum made the human envoy take a subconscious step back. He looked at Orgrim and swallowed hard:

"We will let the Alterac road, we remain neutral! But you must guarantee! The order of the Alterac kingdom will not be disrupted, and, after the war, you cannot continue to declare war on the kingdom!"

"neutral?"

The Chief Chief snorted dissatisfiedly: "Stupid wording, stupid decision! Even the surrender is so daunting, Alterac is really disappointing!"

"But it's nothing... Go back and tell your king, I agree! Now, let your soldiers open the post, we are going to pass this mountain!"

Orgrim's finger points to the rear, where the brave soldiers hated their teeth in the stone castle with ice, but they had to be like a coward under the command and scolding of the superior The same weapon was thrown away.

The old general who stuck to this place scolded his king as a coward in despair, and then took the last fight and turned and jumped off the snow-covered cliff.

And on this day, the entire Alterac men became cowards, personally erasing their honor, handing over their kingdom to the fierce invaders, and selling their compatriots who were still stubbornly resisting to a group of strangers. World butcher.

Today, Honor is crying helplessly in this mountain range, and the courage to be overwhelmed by this has long left...

"The tribe's orcs! The road ahead is already open!"

Orgrim held the warhammer in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Follow me! I will take you to our victory!"

"This world! Will definitely belong to the tribe!"

The mighty green-skin army rushed into the mountains of the Alterac Mountains, and the solid fortresses on both sides were silent. They personally put a group of hungry wolves into the center of the human kingdom, and that had nothing to do with the future. Knowing people will soon usher in a terrible disaster.

A complete disaster that belongs to human civilization!

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