Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Swoosh"

Just as Dai Lin and his son climbed out of the cabin, they saw that Lor'themar's armor-piercing arrow blasted out of the battle bow, and the enchantment on the arrow gleamed with light, puncturing the dark air. Like a white lightning bolt, the bow of the Red Ranger trembles quickly in the air. This blow is extremely powerful, and even brings out the roaring wind breaking sound.

In Dai Lin's wide eyes, the screaming armoured arrow hit the target precisely, that is, the orc riding behind the dragon, and the arrow in the wind penetrated his body with great power. Pushing the arrow shaft to continue forward, pierced his heart, and finally broke a scary hole in his chest.

The long whip waved by the orc was still hovering in the air, and his angry face was still cruel, as if he could still roar in the next moment.

But with the shaking of the young dragon's body, the dead body finally fell off the saddle, like a rock, into the cold water.

The splashes it splashes are no different than those splashed into the water by other corpses. This orc has a great ideal and is only a small step away from the ideal. This is how it died, and it died on an assassination arrow shot from behind. , The death is neat, even the last words are not there.

"Furan"

Tyrion, who poked his head out of the water, and Lor'themar leaning on the deck mast relieved at the same time. Although only a few minutes, this adventure was more dangerous than any protracted battle, because A little carelessness may be the result of losing all, or even losing yourself.

But they finally won, but not everyone is satisfied with this result.

"That dragon is about to run! It has killed so many of us and cannot be let go!"

Prince Drake running out of the cabin pointed at the dragon turning around in the sky and shouted anxiously to Lor'themar:

"Ranger! Shoot it down!"

Lor'themar shook his head. Ordinary arrows couldn't penetrate the dragon's scales at all, and the arrows enough to penetrate the dragon's scale were not always carried.

Seeing that Lor'themar was helpless, Drake gritted his teeth. He was not a prince who was instigated. When others could not help, he was more accustomed to do it himself. He turned and rushed to the largest caliber artillery on the deck. .

Although he was a prince, he grew up under the strict requirements of Dai Lin. He was a major of the Kul Tiras navy. He did not rely on his father’s prestige, and he was actually fighting with the vicious pirates who crossed the sea. Was promoted in the battle.

He loaded the shells skillfully, aimed, and at the moment when the young dragon flapped his wings and flew into the sky, the artillery rang loudly, causing the ship that was about to fall apart to shake.

And just the moment the fiery shells burst out of the cannon...

"Um, this water is disgusting..."

Tyrion stretched his head out of the water and looked at the orc corpse floating around him in disgust. He raised his head and saw the hand that Lor'themar stretched out towards him. The thumb of his left hand was already bloody. Shooting that killing arrow, he didn't even bring his gauntlets.

"You are really desperate!"

Tyrion whispered, grabbed Lor'themar's hand, and climbed onto the deck from the water. He turned his head to see the shell fired by Drake. The solid bullet drew a flick in the sea breeze. The trajectory almost wiped out the wings of the young dragon and flew out.

"Huh, I'm so sorry..."

Tyrion whispered calmly to his face, who was covering the wound, said: "It's just a little..."

"boom"

Seeing that he had released his prey, Prince Drake hit the side of the ship with a disappointed fist. He was frustrated, anxious, and grabbed his head. This was perhaps the most painful failure he had ever experienced. The three warships were buried. In the sudden offensive of the young dragon, the proud prince could not bear the murderer to escape.

"Son, are you desperate?"

The cold-eyed Dai Lin leaned on a long sword and stood up staggeringly. He nodded toward the two elves, very in line with the king's posture. He stood behind the artillery, watching the sky shaking and about to fly The young dragon out of range, put his hand on his son's shoulder:

"Load the bomb for me, Drake... it's all here, how can I allow it to escape! Use the chain bomb!"

"Yes! Father!"

Prince Drake took off his tattered navy suit, used it to quickly clear the cannon, put a hammer on the muzzle, and the admiral, a king himself, fired the gun, and his face was black and gray The big knights were assisting.

Seeing the busyness of mankind, Tyrion shook his head slightly. He looked at the dragon that was flying farther and farther, and he said softly:

"The missed...too far."

"Powder! Refill! This is the artillery made by the dwarf master, it is enough to withstand excessive impact, plus 3 times!"

The Admiral held a lit torch. After filling and aiming, he turned to look at the two elf rangers around him, especially Tyrion. He smiled in a hoarse voice:

"Rangers, don't be so pessimistic, believe in miracles... Then, in return for being saved, our Proudmoore family will perform a feat of killing the dragon in front of the guests!"

"boom"

At the moment when the storm on the sea of ​​Nanhai Town was about to take shape, the triple-charged artillery "jumped" at this moment, it seemed that there was only one step away from the bomb, and the reddish shell was wrapped in red The flames flew out of the cannon, and the gunpowder, which was added to extremely dangerous quantities, exploded at this moment to its ultimate power.

In Tyrion’s gaze, the round hammerball flew in the air, rising to the highest point, and suddenly separated from the center, whistling and breaking the sea breeze, just like the trolls used to hunt, spinning fast Like a flying stone, it accurately hit the wings of the free young dragon, and then under the control of kinetic energy, it quickly spun and tightened!

The scorching chain wrapped around the flesh and blood, and at a long distance, you could see broken scales and dragon blood splashing all over. This precise shelling plus a little luck finally killed the young dragon's last chance to escape!

"Aoao"

With the scream of pain, the young dragon struggled to flap his wings in the air, but the left wing that had been **** could not be expanded at all. In the end, it could only be in the helpless wailing, like a falling meteorite, hitting in the air. Turn to the sea behind.

"We succeeded! Father! You did it!"

Drake waved his hands excitedly to congratulate his father, and at the same moment, the two rangers of Tyrion and Lor'themar clearly saw the trajectory of the dragon falling down, and their faces changed drastically. One shot grabbed a survivor, turned and jumped into the sea behind.

The survivors on the other ships were not stupid. Everyone rushed into the sea at this moment, the farther away from the landing point of the dragon, the better.

Five seconds later, the dragon that fell from the sky hit the surface of the sea less than 15 yards away from the first ship. At this time, the sea surface had been roared by the upcoming storm roll, this strong collision It even directly caused a huge wave of nearly 5 meters in height, and easily took the already broken boat into it. Like a real tide, it threw up high and then smashed it!

"boom"

Tyrion, who was frantically advancing in the water, felt like he was pushed by a giant hand against the cold sea floor. At that moment, the sky turned around, and he could only grasp Admiral Dailin's arm by his hand. It is guaranteed that the two will not be separated. In this kind of wave, Dai Lin’s current weak situation, once separated, is definitely a fatal ending.

After a crazy whirlwind, Tyrion opened his eyes in the water, he looked at the struggling Dai Lin, stretched out his hand to fix his body, shaking his legs, he would rush to the sea, but Dai Lin forced to stop , The admiral pushed Tyrion’s arm, and his other finger pointed behind Tyrion.

The elf ranger looked back, where the body of Prince Derek, who had passed out, was sliding slightly towards the bottom of the sea.

Dai Lin's meaning was obvious. Give him up and save his son.

At this moment of life and death, the middle-aged man made a pleading not as a king but as a father.

But Tyrion shook his head at him...

Among the remaining fragments of memory in his mind, Dai Lin will not die in the Second Orc Wars, as Tyrion said, his fate is not here, as for his son, unfortunately, maybe a brave prince It was killed in this naval battle, and the two were too far apart. In this turbulent tide, even if Tyrion now gives up Dailin, it may not necessarily save Drake.

"This is destiny, an unchangeable destiny..."

Tyrion forced the admiral to rush to the sea. Even in the coldest and most rational angle, saving a king is far more valuable than saving a prince.

But just before he rushed into the sea, he turned around and saw a red figure rushing towards Drake quickly, it was Theron...

Tyrion watched Lor'themar pick up Drake and rushed towards the sea, his eyes narrowed at this moment...

Fate...was changed?

"puff"

The two rushed out of the sea, Tyrion breathed heavily, and raised his head to see General Gavinrad and the fearless sailors who stormed into the war zone and the generals of Stormwind threw the fishing net towards the two. He dragged them to the boat, and Dai Lin struggled to sit up. When he saw that Lor'themar and Drake were rescued to another boat, he sighed in relief.

It wasn't until this time that the heavily wounded warrior king felt the kind of weakness that came from all over his body. He gritted his teeth and endured the darkened world in front of him. Before the coma, the king grabbed Thai death. Ryan’s arm, he said in a deep voice:

"Thank you, Ranger, you and your friends saved our father and son 2 times... Now, Kul Tiras... owe you 2 affections!"

"Aoao"

On the surface of the distant storm, the dragon's screams made Terion look back, the human survivors were rescued on the raft, and some soldiers wrapped the chain around the dragon's body. It seems to want to drag it back to Nanhai Town.

In the distant sky, the brewing of the storm has reached the final stage.

Four hours later, outside of Nanhai Town, a parting was in progress.

Not a big storm is raging, but on the town's pier, some soldiers are secretly feeding a giant beast.

It was the injured young dragon, which was also dragged back by General Gavinrad before the storm, and was sent to Lordaeron as a booty.

The red scales have been pitted during the battle. The Admiral’s last blow tore the wings of his left wing almost completely, and now, it is deadlocked on the dock with a thick chain, and most of his body is soaked. In the water, it seems to have reached a certain agreement with humans, from violent to weak, and no longer wants to escape.

Faced with the meat that soldiers threw into the water, it was somewhat uninteresting, but it could not change the soldier's enthusiasm.

As an invisible prophet who knew everything, Tyrion did not take much interest in the young dragon. He turned and mounted his Queldoré horse, and behind him, 70 elf rangers were ready to leave.

"I left 30 people here to guard our countrymen..."

Tyrion looked at Luo Sema from a condescending position. He said softly:

"I promised that your thing has been done, I hope you don't let me down, Theron..."

Lor'themar put her fist in front of her chest and said softly:

"Swear in the name of my family, I will do it! The journey is smooth, Tyrion!"

"Maybe see you next time, I should call you Lord Lord."

Tyrion and Lor'themar made a small joke. After this battle, the embarrassing relationship between the two changed slightly, at least it was no longer a stranger.

"I should go. I should be able to return to the camp at midnight... Remember what I said, Lor'themar, if possible, pass it on to your prince, war between humans and orcs, and participate less, then No benefit to Quel'Thalas!"

After speaking, Tyrion jumped the horse's head, and in a hissing of horses, 70 rangers embarked on their return journey.

Lor'themar stood on the spot and watched Tyrion leave. His heart was still a bit complicated for the so-called best student of the Ranger General, not only because he was pressed by Tyrion everywhere in the Ranger Academy. What's more, after this incident, Lor'themar keenly felt that Tyrion, a seemingly selfish guy... seemed to have an extraordinary attachment to fate.

"What did you experience..."

Lor'themar shook his head and turned to walk back to the hotel in Nanhai Town. He was about to rest, and at the moment he stepped into the hotel, the Ranger Captain Serent, who was left by Tyrion, looked at Luo with anxiety. Therma.

He grabbed Lor'themar's arm and pulled him out of the town, where there was a large pit full of orc bodies thrown by the soldiers.

For these **** aggressors, no one is even willing to give them a final place of tranquility.

"Look here! Captain Lotherma..."

Despite the disgusting blood stains, Serent jumped into the pile of corpses and pointed out a guy who was obviously different from other orcs and shouted:

"Human sailors found him on the shore...it was a troll, a troll mixed in the orc troop carriers! I checked his tattoos, this is Amani!"

"Amani?! How could they appear in the orc army?! Are these beasts united with the orcs?"

Lor'themar's eyes also widened at this moment, and the next moment, he thought of more dangerous things, his eyes turned sharply to the northeast:

"Oops! Tyrion's camp!!!"

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