Azeroth’s Death Track

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The Chieftain did not question Saurfang's secrets anymore. Although he could force the guard to imprison Saurfang to protect him, he did not do that.

Saurfang was his most trusted adjutant. The two formed friendship during the war, just like the friendship between Chief Warrior Orgrim and Frostwolf Chief Durotan. That is pure for the orcs. Friendship.

And Orgrim is also very clear that after such a defeat, the orc, as proud as Saurfang, suffered the tribal victory by his own hands, even if he was kept alive, it would make him extremely painful, forever Living in self-blame, it is better to let him fight and live according to his own ideas.

Seclusion or suicide is the last request of Saurfang. This is the final dignity of a pure orc, and Orgrim is not qualified to strip it.

But the kindness of Saurfang does not mean that the chieftain can ignore any betrayal.

"Red, Maim!"

After entering the Alterac Mountains, the chieftain called the two warlords of the Blackrock clan to the front. In the cold snowstorm of the Alterac mountains, the flames burning in the eyes of Orgrim let every one see The orcs trembled.

"I want you to take the black-toothed grinning clan to hunt down the traitor! Lao Daer will divide a part of Juggernaut to help you!"

Orgrim's fist clenched:

"I know you hate Gul'dan. Now, I give you this power and bring me back his head! I will let you inherit your father's position and give the Blackstone clan to you!"

"Even if you chase the horizon! Kill him!"

The Black Hand brother glanced at each other and patted his chest with his fists:

"Observe! Great Chief!"

At almost the same time, the mysterious Gul'dan also re-entered the grounds of Hillsbrad Foothills. Compared with the team he started from, the number of orcs and ogres at this time was three points less There are more than one. Those are all necessary sacrifices. They will block the chaser behind this team.

Of course, Gul'dan would not say so directly, he just told them that in order to avoid the whereabouts of the whereabouts, he needed to divide up the troops and finally gather at the same place, so the troops dispersed.

And that agreed location must also be fake...credit? When did a qualified warlock have this thing?

"Wow, wow"

As they stepped into the river heading to the hilly port, a group of heavily armed death knights stood in front of Gul'dan, headed by a soul that Gul'dan had never seen, probably developed in the dark by Talon. Diehard.

"Master ordered us to meet you! Gul'dan!"

The death knight whispered, "He told me to tell you that Orgrim has started to hunt you down. He should have obeyed Orgrim's orders, but he values ​​you and his friendship, so he decided to help you ."

"Oh, joke!"

Gul'dan held his cane and dismissed the goblin's narration:

"Talungol has felt this kind of friendship at any time? It's nothing more than a transaction. It doesn't need to be so hypocritical. I will give you the curse code, but it must be after I board the fleet."

Gul'dan smiled lowly, and he said to the ogre Gujar around him:

"Look, the world is changing, everyone will change, and even the blood demon learns to bet on both ends. I'm sure that guy has boasted in front of Orgrim, saying that he will use the curse code to reverse the tribe's decline. ...Oh, it's stupid!"

The warlock looked back at the death knight in front of him. He whispered:

"Tell your master and tell the stupid blood demon that the curse code is not a panacea, and this world is not a weak Draenor, this world has guardians! The use of curses such as curse code will only give him and His tribe is causing more trouble...Of course, I know he will not listen to my advice, just like before, let him continue to serve Orgrim."

"But for the sake of the "friendship" of your old friend, you can tell him, and when I come back, I will keep him alive... let him be ready to kneel and submit to me."

"Now, lead the way! There is not much time left for me."

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"Breakthrough!"

The **** Great Knight Uther took the heavily armed Paladins on the battlefield. Their lances blocked all orcs in front of them and flew, crushing, under the fierce attack of Marshal Lothar with almost no damage. , The orc position entrenched around Dalaran was finally broken.

Under the almost suicidal obstruction of the death knights and blood ring orcs in the rear, this has been achieved, which is already a real miracle.

Looking at the magical city of Dalaran standing in the distance, Uther breathed a sigh of relief. From the mountain pass, it took only half a day to enter the Tirisfal area to completely break the tribe against Lordaeron. Siege.

In the cheers of the soldiers, Grand Marshal Lothar led the knights to Tirisfah as quickly as possible, but the joy of victory did not last long when Lothar rushed to the city of Lordaeron. , But found that there was nothing but a devastated battlefield.

There were no orcs, no ambushes, and it was surprisingly quiet.

"You are finally here!"

When the extremely tired Marshal Gathrese saw Marshal Lothar walking into the city gate, the last worry in his heart finally came down. He sat on his chair in a paralyzed posture, and his armor was all over. Spilled with blood and minced meat.

"What the **** is going on? Gasheris, I didn't see the orcs! Where did they go?"

Marshal Loza asked suspiciously, faced with this question, Gasheris shook his head tiredly:

"I do not know."

"Yep?"

Lothar glanced at Uther next to him, waiting for the instructions of Gasheris, who picked up a water sac and poured the wine inside into his mouth. After completely relaxing, he helped the guards He took off the armor that had not been taken off for 5 days. He said softly:

"One hour before you arrived, the orcs retreated, and they retreated without warning. I don't know why, and I have no extra energy to chase them down..."

The marshal who defended Lordaeron sighed, and a sorrow flashed in his eyes:

"Lordaneron’s 70,000 defenders have fewer than 13,000 people. Together with the civilians, we dropped 60,000 corpses on this battlefield. After this battle, Lordaeron was seriously injured. We are no longer able to pursue."

"That means..."

Paladin Uther frowned: "The orc can only take Lordaeron one step away, but they gave up? Did they know in advance that we would break through the Dalaran line of defense? This is impossible!"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Gasheris' voice was low like a dream, he waved his hand hard:

"My war is over, and I'll leave it to you next, Sir Lothar, to chase those green skins, catch up with them, and kill them... I, I should take a break."

Uther asked, but was stopped by Lothar. The old marshal looked at Gathres, who was no longer young, and sighed:

"Let him have a good rest, Uther, he hasn't closed his eyes for 5 days, and Gathris said well, no matter what the orcs are willing to retreat, the next war has entered a new stage!"

Lothar adjusted his armor, and in the cheers of the people, strode into Lord Lordan.

"Follow me to see His Majesty Terenas and tell him the news of the victory on the front line, then, we will start the counterattack!"

Uther nodded. Before he left, he waved his hand and enveloped the warm light on Marshal Gathris, then saluted the marshal who had fallen asleep with respect. This was a real hero, he Proving himself during the war, his will is even stronger than Lordaeron’s walls.

When Lordaeron celebrated his victory, what happened in Lordaeron on another distant continent, far away from the ocean, did not affect the order of this continent at all.

But this does not mean that no one in this mysterious and wild continent is concerned about what is happening in the human world.

Tanaris Desert, a large desert bordering the broad South China Sea. Bloodsail pirates running across the South China Sea have a large port here. Buddy Moore, the goblin merchant who made the fleet for Chief Orgrim, also came from here. This is where the Goblin Hot Sands Consortium is located, and one of the most prosperous ports for the goblins, Hot Sands Port is also located here.

But whether it is a savage pirate or a city goblin, they are in awe of this vast desert, because this desert is filled with power that mortals can't imagine.

Dragon!

And it is the kind of dragon that is the most powerful and the worst.

"Om"

In a huge miracle-like stone cave, the space suddenly shattered, bringing a light yellow ripple, the light was like a clock rotating counterclockwise, and after a turn, a light came out of the light giant.

It has wings of bronze color, and a huge body over 40 meters, four sharp claws, all over the body are finely divided scales, each of which shines with the special light given by time.

Its posture is noble and elegant, it swings a huge tail, walks a few steps in this cave, and then quickly turns into a humanoid creature, white hair, sharp ears, blue eyes, slender The figure, it turned into a high elf, just from the appearance, it is almost seamless.

It seems to be a bit unsuitable for human form. Her pace is a little stiff, but soon becomes natural. She walks forward in a white dress and comes to the center of this bronze dragon's holy place, Azeroth World The final node where all timelines meet.

He knelt on one knee and said respectfully:

"I am called, Nozdormu, the great king of time."

"Uh"

Thousands of huge figures emerged from the huge empty cave that was originally empty, and they quickly combined together to form the body of an ancient dragon, just lying in the air, just like a hill, it Each of the bronze scales on the whole body is the size of a shield, and at the moment of its appearance, the entire stone cave becomes illusory.

This is because the powerful force of the time guardian instinctively involved everything around him into chaotic time and space.

"Sefer, the pride of the Bronze Dragon, my child, there are some fluctuations in the timeline you are watching. It has not yet affected the future, but that is an uncertain factor. I need you to observe..."

Tens of thousands of voices are mixed together, and finally a mellow male voice is formed, which is introduced into the ear of the young bronze dragon who has become a high elf:

"The future and fate are uncertain. I can't be sure whether his appearance is good or bad, but the foundation of the timeline cannot be destroyed! Once he does something that threatens the timeline, he will be punished!"

"Follow the order! The great Nozdom!"

The young bronze dragon bowed his head respectfully. At the next moment, thousands of illusions in front of him disappeared instantly, as if everything had never appeared.

But inside this huge stone cave has been distorted a little by the chaotic time and space, representing the powerful force that has just come here.

The high elf stood up, she reached out and plucked her long white hair, her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

As a bronze dragon born to travel in the timeline, she has seen many and many strange and strange things. She has been responsible for this timeline alone for hundreds of years. This is a very heavy and boring job. But now, a guy who shouldn't appear disturbed the timeline and even alarmed the great Nozdormu.

"The boring time is finally over..."

There was a hint of joy in the corners of Sephor's mouth, her body slowly floating in the air, and her figure was engulfed in the broken time and space at the moment her toes fell off the ground.

"What kind of fun will you bring me?"

"Tirion. Blade of Dawn..."

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