Azeroth’s Death Track

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Dunhold Castle under the night is like a giant beast leaning against the mountain.

This specially fortified fortress is on the front line between humans and orcs. A week ago, at least two battles broke out almost every day. Many soldiers were packed into body bags and sent home every day. The country's soldiers poured in continuously, at that time was the "golden period" of the development of Dunhold Castle.

At that time, Major General Blackmore, who was in charge of this place, could mobilize an army of more than 4,000 people at will. It could be called a warlord. Even the commander of the battlefield, Marshal Lothar, would be very polite to talk to him, which made him determined to do one. Major General Blackmore, who was a big fan, was very satisfied.

Unfortunately, Major General's spring breeze didn't last long. After the Alterac Kingdom defeated the enemy and sold the passage to Lordaeron's hinterland to the orcs, the status of Major General Blackmore became quite awkward.

He was born in Alterac and grew up in Alterac. His body has been marked with Alterac. Now, his motherland has played a disgraceful role in this war between humans and orcs, These soldiers fighting on the front line are equivalent to being sold by their own king.

For a time, all kinds of gossip were spreading around. Although Marshal Lothar told Major General Blackmore repeatedly that he didn’t need to worry about it, he believed that Major General’s loyalty to the alliance, but in 7 days, more than 60% of the army was removed from Tundra The withdrawal of Hold Castle represents the true attitude of the upper class towards him.

This has made the major general's mood extremely bad in recent days... When people are in a bad mood, they always like to play some "games" to vent their anger.

"Snapped"

The skin whip in Major Blackmore's hand hit the ground. In front of him, a young orc tumbled out hard, avoiding the blow. Unlike other orcs, this young orc also has green skin, But his eyes were pure blue, which meant that the little orc was not completely infested with the blood of the demon, and he did not know where the major general found him.

"Fight back! Thrall!"

The major general exuded a strong alcoholic smell, apparently drunk, he did not wear his general uniform, only wearing a shirt and military pants covered with wine stains, looks very bad temperament.

He waved his whip again and whipped towards the young orc:

"As a warrior! You can't always dodge! Come and attack me!"

In the basement of the castle, he roared towards the orc:

"Thrall! Attack!"

The little orc in simple clothes avoided the two whips with difficulty, but was pulled on the arm by the third whip, which made him painfully curled up into a ball. This gesture made the major general very dissatisfied. He dropped the whip, big Stepping forward, stepping on the orc's chest with his boots, he roared loudly like an angry lion:

"Why don't you fight back! You coward! You insult your race! You are not like an orc, are you a kobold?"

Faced with his anger, the little orc was holding the major general's legs with his hands. He answered very fluently, even with a trace of Lordaeron's accent:

"Because you are a distinguished host, I can't hurt the host..."

This sentence made the drunken major general stunned. At this moment when he was crowded out by all his colleagues, this little orc's sentence actually made him drunk. There was a trace of consolation. His expression changed a little. He took back his boots. He Stretching out his hand, he pulled the orc off the ground. He crouched in front of the little orc, staring at the orc's blue eyes. He put his hand on his shoulder.

"You are fine! Thrall! You have lived up to my pains."

"Lieutenant Drake told me that you learned warfare skills very quickly, and Attendant Olmer also said that you have finished reading "The History of Lordaeron", which is very good... Thrall, you have to remember that you and Your savage and stupid people are different. After the war, you will live in a new identity in the human world. You will become the bravest gladiator under my command. You will be my hero!"

The major general gasped, and he seemed to see the future carried by the blue-eyed orc.

"Ultimately, you will command your clan as a leader... to win me the status I deserve! Even the whole world... this is great!"

The little orc is only 8 years old this year. He can't understand the hope that Major Blackmore puts in him, but this will not change the senses of his simple mind, so after a while, he waved his arms like a child and shouted loudly. To:

"I won't let you down, master!"

The answer satisfied the drunken major general, and there was a ray of light in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed Thrall's arm, and there was a fierce whip mark on it. He said softly:

"Don't blame me for whipping you, Thrall. If a soldier wants to learn to fight, he has to learn to be beaten first. Does it hurt?"

The major general's finger touched Thrall's wound, making the little orc grin with pain, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"No pain! When learning combat skills with Mr. Drake, it hurts more than this."

"Good, this is like a man!"

Blackmore stood up and adjusted his clothes. He walked out of the basement and ordered the guard standing outside:

"Go! Get the Taresa and his wife to bandage Thrall and prepare a little meat for dinner as a reward for his loyalty."

"Observe! General!"

The major general walked out of the castle and was blown by the cold evening wind. His drunken head became awake. The things of the little orc Thrall can be said later. He looked at the moon above his head. There are more urgent things now. Before him.

"Should I take the soldiers and switch to Lordaeron...they just went through a brutal battle of defense, and now is the time when soldiers are needed, my sincerity will be welcomed, there is no doubt..."

The major general stroked his beard. The Alterac Kingdom ship is about to sink. No wise man should pin his destiny on this ship. In the current situation, it is most wise to find another house, although born in Alterac Kingdom, but the major general has been dissatisfied with the cowardly kingdom and royal family for a long time.

The most important thing is that if he put in Lordaeron at this time, he will surely be able to catch up with the next stage of the counterattack against the orcs. He has known the news of the orc retreat. The situation is clear to the major general. Not much time, he must complete this matter within the last few days.

"I am destined to have a career!"

The major general quietly told himself that he also believed that he could become a big man. The orc war had already earned him enough merits. If it was not Aiden Perinold’s cowardice, he could at least become the best after the war. Will even be able to claim the rank of marshal of Alterac Kingdom.

"what a pity..."

The major general snorted and turned to go back to the castle to rest, but at this time, the horrified cry from the front of the castle and the sound of the collision of the weapons made the major general suddenly turn back.

"What's wrong?"

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Tyrion pulled the sword from the chest of the soldier in front of him. This action was like pulling away all the strength of the soldier, causing his body to kneel weakly on the ground. His face was still frightened, but His heart had been shredded and frozen, and he was dead.

This kind of killing can no longer bring any mood swings to the death knight. He crossed the corpse and continued to move forward. After a while, the dead energy remaining in the place poured into the corpse, awakening the corpse that lost its soul , He stood up swayingly, holding a weapon, and joined the "army" behind the new owner.

Seeing more and more awakened soldiers, Tyrion pulled out another long sword with his backhand, with two swords in his hand, his attack speed suddenly increased, and the death energy lingering outside his body was transformed into frost visible to the naked eye. Like an ice storm in action, no soldier can stop him. Often at the moment of contact, the soldiers’ weapons are frozen and the next sword is taken away.

This is a terrible killing.

"Go away!"

Glokush, who was behind Tyrion, was besieged by several rushing soldiers. The orc death knight slashed the battle axe out of his hand. It belonged to Blackhan. Blackhand’s great power and took all the soldiers in front of him. They overturned on the ground, and before they even got up, the orc's slaying power of death turned into a fierce strangling, and the bodies of these soldiers were caught in the air.

Their dangling bodies struggled desperately, but at the next moment, they were pierced by their arrows with their arrows. Behind the death knights, the dark rangers who had climbed the city walls held up their war bows, and the humans who would flow towards the gate The soldiers became a body.

Setron and Luminas separated in two directions and stormed into the barracks on both sides to create chaos in the night. The awakened soldiers were not the opponents of the death knight who entered the battle. In fact, they had not waited When they reacted, they were overwhelmed by the tide of corpses set off by the two death knights, or else they were drained by the blood of Sahrain who was behind the death knights.

In short, less than 5 minutes after the death knight rushed into the castle, the inside of the castle was like boiled water, and it immediately boiled, and when Lieutenant Drake took the soldiers to the chaotic battlefield of the castle, The battle situation has become crazy and bad under the attack of hundreds of dead bodies awakened by the death knight.

In the face of a corps composed of dead and resurrected bodies, the morale of ordinary soldiers has almost plummeted. In this case, it is necessary for the Paladin to cleanse these bodies, but the problem is here. The last team of Paladins has been in 3 days. Before evacuating the castle, no one could save them.

In the screams of the soldiers, the corpses that were hard to be chopped by swords rushed into their group with the enthusiasm of death. In the fingers waving by Tyrion, the explosion of these corpses was for this icy night. , Added a more hazy footnote.

"Where is the church?"

Tyrion inserted his swords into the scabbard. He waved his left hand, and the three soldiers who rushed towards him were held by the death grip, and then they were flung out and smashed the soldiers behind. On the ground, the dark shadow of the sky slammed into the ground, and the huge zombie dragon made an unpleasant roar, biting the panicked soldier in his mouth.

Although he has lost his ability to eat, the instinct of the dead to hate the living drives the zombie dragon to crush the soldiers in his mouth. In the blood splashing, the entrance of the two zombie dragons completely wiped out the soldiers last hope.

Faced with Tyrion’s problems, the Chaldean Chaplain was pale behind him. He closed his eyes and twirled rosary in his trembling hands, trying to calm his heart with the sacred text, but he failed. Then, the pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. He opened his eyes and saw a soldier’s neck was torn by the walking corpse with his teeth. This horrible scene finally broke the priest’s bottom line.

He stooped and rushed to the side, and began to gag.

"Snapped"

The cold armor rested on his shoulder. The weak priest felt the cold. He stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction:

"It's there! It's there... Don't kill these soldiers, they are innocent! Enough, enough!"

"innocent?"

Tyrion buckled the priest’s shoulder, almost dragging the poor Chaldean pastor towards the church in the dark night, and the deaths that were happening around him could not affect his cold heart. Raising his feet and kicking the dead body, he said softly:

"Roger is also innocent. The elves who died in that night are also innocent. They also have family members, they also have children, they are also kind people...Look, Pastor Chaldean, if kindness does not get a response, It will become indifference and resentment, I just give them back what they deserved long ago."

"Snapped"

His left hand was caught by the priest, like a prayer, the Chaldean chaplain shouted:

"Let them run away! They do not threaten you! They are not responsible for Mr. Rogge's death, kill... just kill Blackmore, he is the culprit! These soldiers have never been contaminated with the blood of your compatriots. !"

"But they are helpless when they see death, watching bystanders fighting for survival, hiding themselves in the dark and enjoying peace. Since they have done so, they should have thought about the consequences long ago."

Tyrion was unimpressed. The dilapidated church was in sight. He looked back at the soldiers whose will had been completely defeated. His eyes narrowed. He lowered his head and looked at Chaplain Chaplain His eyes were full of Chen Ken and pleading. Reminiscent of the pastor's current identity, an evil idea suddenly jumped into Tyrion's heart.

"You want to save them, right? Are you willing to be a hero? Chaldean Morgan, as long as you nod, I let them go and you can be a hero..."

Chaplain Chad raised his head violently. He looked at Tyrion’s ice-blue eyes. He didn’t believe that this guy with a breath of death in his body would be so kind. He took a deep breath:

"What about the price?"

The death knight's eyes blinked:

"You have to work for me, I won't let you go to kill and set fire, I just need you to be at ease in the storm city that will be rebuilt in the future, when necessary, I will go to you... you see, you It’s to save the poor, it’s not in conflict with your faith."

Chaplain Chad looked back at the soldiers who were arbitrarily hacked by the death knight. He clenched his fists. This pastor was so brave for the first time in history. He turned his head and looked directly at Tyrion’s eyes:

"Okay! I promise you!"

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