Azeroth’s Death Track

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Alterac Kingdom surrenders!

The orc passed through the Alterac Mountains unscathed and rushed into the Kingdom of Lordaeron!

The Saabcher front line is lost!

Yinsong Forest fell into the hands of the tribe!

The Gilneas Gray Wolf Brigade is defeated across the board!

The Tirisfal Legion is defeated!

The Stratholme area was looted by orcs! The Gathris Legion was beaten dizzy!

Dalaran is in a hurry!

Lordaeron is in a hurry!

In just three days, a series of stunned bad news, like a fierce combo punch, will break the blood from the head of Anduin Losa, who is fighting on the front line. Ignoring the situation in the hilly battlefield, and the betrayal of the allies, like a dark blade, stabbed into the back of the coalition force.

Orgrim led the Clan of Fireblade, Blackstone, and Thunder from the Silverpine Forest, and the Saurfang in the rear looted with the Twilight's Hammer, the Clan Clan, and the Amani troll. It was like two swords, one left and one right, piercing the body of Lordaeron at the same time.

In the flow of blood, this move almost killed the old king of Lordaeron Terenas Menethil.

The soldiers’ peaks on both sides point directly at Lordaeron’s city. The most terrible thing is that in the crazy offensive of the Horde, only three legions in the Kingdom of Lordaeron can be mobilized, and two of them were suddenly appeared in the Stratholme area. The orcs fought back and forth.

All the troops are concentrated on the battlefield in Hillsbrad Foothills, and there are only two roads to return to Lordaeron, either through the Alterac Mountains, or transiting from Dalaran, and one from the frozen post. The road in Stratholme, but the mountain road is rugged and cannot be passed by large forces quickly.

The problem is that the Alterac Mountains have been taken over by the orcs, and the strong fortresses used to defend the orcs have now become the nightmare of the alliance, while the Dalaran border is blocked by the orcs. Before the breakthrough, the coalition forces It is equivalent to being stuck in the hills, and there is no way to move.

And Orgrim’s wisdom of war is undoubtedly revealed at this moment, he let the blood ring clan attack insanely in the hilly battlefield, and the knights under the tower of the blood demon, awaken the dead body in a way that does not cost. The purpose is only one , Not to kill, but to delay the transfer of coalition forces.

The original stable situation was completely collapsed at this moment. Anduin Losa and his allies faced the cruelest test. If Lord Lordaeron was captured, this war would not need to be fought...they lost. deal.

In this case, all the forces that can be used are madly mobilized, and both sides are mad... no matter what the result is, in the next few days, the war will end... and although both sides are unwilling Accept, but in war, there must always be a loser.

The entire northern Xinjiang has become a mess of porridge.

However, in the troubled times, there are always some places that have remained quiet in the past. In the mountains bordering the Hillsbrad hills and Stratholme area, there is such a hidden manor whose name is not known by the world. It represents a secret organization that spans the entire world, but in the past thousands of years of human kingdom history, almost every major event has their presence.

And most of the time, they are not so bright...

assassin!

One of the oldest professions of mankind, these guys walking in the dark represent the other side of the world.

A figure wrapped in a long black hood all over his body, holding a simple map, looking in the mountains, he quickly found a well-hidden cave, he looked around and walked into it , But not a few steps away, two figures jumping out of the darkness were in front of him.

"You are not an assassin!"

"You don't belong here! Get away! Otherwise... die!"

The voice was hoarse and ruthless. The two guys who jumped out of the shadows were all wearing dark leather armor, holding daggers and short swords, and on the sharp blade, a green light and shadow flashed from time to time. Obviously, this thing was painted poison.

"I'll do business..."

The figure whispered: "I want a piece of information, you just do this, don't you?"

"But we don't do business with strangers!"

The dagger in the assassin's hand jumped a little: "Especially a guy like you... I can smell the deadness of you ten meters away! Death knight, right?"

"Why? Don't you make money from the dead?"

The dark figure raised his head, revealing those gray eyes. Serent reached for his hood, took a pocket from his waist, and threw it to the assassin in front of him, who took it in his hand and opened it.

There were dozens of exquisite elven treasure diamonds in that pocket. From the professional eyes of the assassin, this was an undeniable reward. He exchanged glances with his companions, and soon they put away their daggers.

This action made Serent's eyes pick, he asked:

"Don't invite me to sit down? Is this the hospitality of Ravenholdt?"

"You are not qualified to enter the manor, this guest."

Probably because of the fee, the assassin's voice became less cold. He tossed his pocket, and his eyes covered by the mask looked at Serent in front of him. He said softly:

"And recently, the Assassin’s League has received a big list. I might as well tell you that now the members of the Royal Family of Pirynold are very valuable. There are no more people in the manor. All the active people are making money. ."

"Then don't you go?"

Serent took a step back, which represented his kindness. This action made the two assassins nod their heads in satisfaction. The guy with a lot of words moved his finger, and the pocket full of treasure diamonds disappeared in the palm of his hand. , Just like magic, he put his hands on his hips and said to Serent:

"The more places you travel together, the harder it is to make money. Everyone is gone. Guests like you can only find our brothers...well, the nonsense is over, now let's talk about your requirements, guests, you want What information? Let me guess..."

The familiar assassin reached out his hand and rubbed his chin, and said maliciously:

"A guy like you must be interested in the corpse, the corpse of the strong, right? I heard that General Rangers of Quel'Thalas had just died, maybe she..."

"Om"

A dark red energy of death buckled the assassin's neck. In the next moment, he was brought into Serendt's cold hands. The death knight buckled the assassin's neck, and he radiated an unbearable amount all over his body. Icy.

"You should be fortunate that I'm here... If you say the wrong thing again, I'd love to see you join us! Do you think your dagger and poison are deadly? You look too high on yourself!"

"Let him go!"

Another assassin withdrew his weapon and rushed up, but was stopped by the assassin's wave.

Serent let go of this guy, who was afraid of rubbing his neck with frostbite. He took a step back and coughed a little:

"I knew that my habit of joking will one day kill me. Say, guest, your request!"

"I want you to inquire about a person's whereabouts!"

Serent said softly:

"His name is Roglio Sunfury. He disappeared 18 months ago. He was the captain of the Ranger in the elf prisoner of war camp that was stationed in Hillsbrad Foothills. 3 days! Within 3 days, I want to get information about him News!"

"You are talking about the prisoner of war camp destroyed by the orcs? Zul'jin once stayed there?"

The assassin's voice seemed strange:

"You probably never know what kind of amazing rewards the group of trolls promised to the manor in order to rescue their chieftain, but we didn't take the list because of some special reasons. In short, I want to say that you The request is very weird, guest, as far as I know, the elves who survived the prison camp have returned to Quel'Thalas, you should go to your homeland to find it!"

"Roglio is not among them. His powerful ranger will not be killed by the orcs!"

Serent pointed impatiently at the assassin:

"Remuneration has been given to you! Remember! 3 days! If you are really as pervasive as the legend, you should also know where to find us after the event!"

After he finished speaking, he ignored the two stunned assassins, turned around and walked out of the cave. After a while, the Bone Griffon rushed into the sky in the direction of Stratholme and threw the two assassins into the cave.

"Cut! Disgusting dead man!"

Then the assassin rubbed his neck and said to his companion, "Clean up, we will set off immediately and go to the old site of the hilly prisoner of war camp."

"But we are gone, no one is guarding here!"

The companion retorted: "Once the lone wolf boss knows that we have left the post, we will be dead!"

"Mr. Winston is probably eating hot and spicy in King Terenas' king's court now, where can I have time to control us?"

Then the assassin popped up two sprite diamonds and threw them to his companion. He himself held a gem with **** and his eyes were full of blur:

"Look at these beautiful gadgets. This is private work. Do you understand? You don’t have to turn it over to the organization. You listen. This gadget is singing! Do you have the heart to reject it?"

"And the left and right is just to inquire about the news, and we don't need us to fight the enemy, is there any easier work than this?"

On the other side, Serendt landed in a woodland in the Stratholme region of Lordaeron after more than ten minutes of flight. There should be a short battle here, the ground is full of orcs and humans The corpses, the smell of blood is everywhere.

Setron greeted Glokush, who cleaned the battlefield, and went deep into the simple camp. In the tent he just set up, he found Tyrion, who was revising two one-handed swords. It seems to be carving a rune of death.

He didn’t disturb Tyrion’s work. After a few minutes, the last rune was carved. Tyrion took up two swords with satisfaction. In the injection of death energy, the long sword of the left hand exuded the wanton. When the temperature is low, the long sword in the right hand is beating with blood red light, and it looks evil.

"take it!"

Two swords were thrown to Serent. The latter took over and heard Tyrion say:

"Your death spirit is very compatible with frost, don't waste it, go and ask Mr. Seven more, he can teach you to use the power in your body better."

"Okay, I know."

Theron nodded characteristically, and then he told Tyrion about his communication with the Assassins:

"I have commissioned them to look for Roglio, but I always feel that the two assassins are not reliable...they are too weak!"

"But they represent the Ravenholdt Manor and the Assassin Alliance, which is a really big organization. They are credible. Once they accept the mission, they will definitely complete it. If those two little thieves die in the mission. , There will naturally be more advanced assassins to take over the task, you do not need to worry about this.

Tyrion was sitting in a chair made of stone. In front of him, there was a map of the Stratholme area, with several red crosses painted on it. The Lord of the Dark Blade Knight rubbed his forehead. Say:

"What we need to worry about now is the lost Saurfang. The orc’s actions in these two days are very strange. It stands to reason that he should go to Lordaeron and Orgrim as soon as possible, but he did not... ."

"We have been chasing them down."

Serent thought for a while and said, "The human legion is also surrounding them. In this case, they actually divided their troops and looted it. This shows that Saurfang obviously does not want to confront us head-on. Maybe he has already taken With elite, we drove to Lordaeron through a road we didn't know."

"no, I can not!"

Tyrion shook his head:

"First of all, there is only this way from Stratholme to Lordaeron!"

"Secondly, Saurfang is not the kind of orc that fears challenges, our power will not pose a threat to the united orc army, we are not opponents of more than 20,000 orcs, Saurfar will not fail Understand this, but he still divides his troops. Do you know what their recent actions feel like to me?"

"Ok?"

Serent represented his curiosity with a nasal voice. Tyrion raised his head and looked at his subordinates. He said:

"It's like a material gathering operation, plundering around, gathering materials, and...throwing away the war ahead and preparing for a long journey!"

"You mean he betrayed Orgrim?"

Serent's eyes widened: "This is impossible!"

"Saurfang does not betray, but others are not easy to say."

There was a weird smile on Terion’s lips: “If I guess right, our Mr. Saurfang is in trouble! Haha, the real big trouble!”

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