Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Is it worth the effort to help the pastor so hard?"

Behind the zombie dragon with open wings and flying in the sky, Luminas asked with an uncomfortable expression: "You still let me go to support him, which makes me very uncomfortable! Terion!"

Facing the challenge of Luminas, Tyrion shook his head, his eyes looking at the sea in the distance, he said softly:

"This is for the future, Lumi, we can't stay in this world all the time. This world is too much resistance for us. After we go to another free world, in Azeroth, we always want to stay Some forces."

"We will come back when we are strong enough, but before that, we have to be careful in this world."

The death knight's voice was hoarse and low, and he persuaded his brothers:

"Neither you nor me, Roger or Blackhand, we all have lingering fetters in this world. We have to stay away from them to live more purely and to keep them away from danger, but this does not mean that Will not pay attention to them again... We are different from those corpses without our own thinking and feelings, remember this!"

"A person who is not even loyal to his own feelings and his loved ones. How can I count on him to be loyal to the Knights? If we completely abandon our feelings, what remains in the body can only be empty darkness ."

"I don't want to use forceful methods to restrain you, and I also believe that you will not let me down..."

This kind of persuasion made Luminas very unhappy. It is probably different between men and women. This female death knight always has a lot of inexplicable complaints and always likes to chatter with other people. She shook her long red hair. She Said softly:

"But I haven't felt happy for a long time... my emotions are becoming indifferent, I can feel that you are the same, death is changing us, and this change we cannot refuse, one day, We will lose all our emotions and become the most sensible and coldest death butcher. I don’t want to be like that."

This refutation silenced Tyrion and the other death knights. For the living, the indifference of feelings is only a trivial trouble, but for the dead, it means that they are sliding in little by little. The abyss of death is assimilated by the concept of death.

"Then protect your emotions and memories, you can't feel happy, but it's nothing."

Tyrion closed his eyes and a cold smile appeared in the corner of his mouth:

"You can laugh at least, don't you?"

This sentence made Luminas unable to refute. After a while, she sat in Tyrion and her legs curled up like a helpless girl. She said in a hoarse voice unique to the death knight:

"I have a lover, Tyrion, he is in Quel'Thalas, he is a mage, he has the same last name as you, this is why I will believe you in the beginning, I thought you were his Come to me, but after seeing the farewell between you and Aurelia, I have always been in pain, I have always been worried, and he and I, will we also experience this scene in the future."

"You're talking about my cousin Myra? I'm almost a stranger with him, but I'm curious, do you still love him?"

Tyrion raised his eyebrows, then asked softly, Luminas hesitated, and she nodded indefinitely:

"Every time I think about him and those memories, I will feel warm, but after the memories are over, it is the pain that comes across, Glokush tells me not to recall those things, but I...I can’t do it. ."

"Lumi, you can keep your love and hide it in the deepest part of the heart, it doesn't matter."

Tyrion pulled up the reins to increase the speed of the zombie dragon again. In the cold wind of hunting, he said in a deep voice:

"But you have to stay away from your past. Glokush's advice is okay. You and I know that if you continue to indulge in memories, you will eventually ruin yourself."

"We are dead...the dead man's heart will not beat, no more passion, no longer expect warm embrace, you come to tell me, how should we pursue love like this?"

Luminas froze for a moment. After a while, she touched her chest. Eventually, she nodded.

"I know."

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"Wait, you can't go up!"

The goblin in a little black and white dress shouted towards Gul'dan:

"The ships don't belong to you, you haven't paid any money yet!"

The sharp shout made Gul'dan stop moving to the deck of the ship. He looked back at the goblin stopped by the orc. The evil in his dark red eyes made the goblin merchants shudder, his His voice was much lower, but he was still reluctant to give up the reward he deserved.

"Chief Orgrim has promised us that he will pay for this fleet! At least 50,000 gold coins!"

The goblin Buddy Moore from the Hot Sands Consort rebelled with a weak voice to:

"We don't care who you are or whether you are loyal to Orgrim. You have to drive away. You have to pay the bill at least! Or use something else to pay off! This is the rule of the hot sand consortium!"

After betraying Orgrim, Gul'dan had never met a guy who dared to rebel against his will. He looked back at the ship anchored in the port, which was ten old ships that had just arrived from other places. Without weapons, the goblin craftsmen are renovating these ships.

Obviously, the cunning goblins didn’t even think about building a new ship for Orgrim. They planned to use speculation and tricks to get the chieftains a group of ships that could cross the endless sea, and these dilapidated ships were theirs. Anything bought from Blood Sail and Blackwater Pirates should have their own value. This is the business philosophy of Goblin.

They also don't think that this method is fraud, because these ships, although shabby, can definitely carry orcs across the sea, and the pirates have proved this.

"These things are worth 50,000 gold coins?"

Gul'dan smiled somberly: "I heard very early that the goblins of Azeroth are good at business, and now it seems that you are really good at making money, but unfortunately, I don't have gold coins in my hands..."

This sentence made the goblin jump directly from the ground:

"Then you can't drive away these ships, these are still the properties of the hot sand consortium!"

"But I have another thing. I think you will be very willing to trade with me."

"That's... your little life..."

Gul'dan flicked his finger, a shadow of magic enveloped Goblin Buddy's body. Soon, the magic was transformed into a blazing flame from the deepest part of the body in Gul'dan's grinning voice, Burning the gnomes' internal organs, this green skinny guy screamed and rolled on the ground in pain.

The tall ogres and monsters hired by the goblins watched the boss being attacked. They roared and rushed to Gul'dan from all directions. The latter did not look at these crude benzene guys. He turned back and ordered the looting clan He boarded the ship with Twilight's Hammer at the fastest speed, and moved the supplies to the ship, and then turned his head to look at the thugs who rushed over, and his dark red eyes skipped a trace of viciousness.

"Wow"

The dark green magic flow flew out of his palm and connected to the body of every ogre and monster, just like drawing water from a jar, bringing the vitality of their huge body at a very fast speed Withdrew his palm, and then poured it into his dead body.

Nourished by vitality, his soul groaned freely and comfortably.

"That's it! That's it! The scorching life...it's so missed! It's disgusting!"

His dead body trembled in the injection of vitality. The two forces of life and death collided in his body. Gul'dan felt the pain that Tyrion had felt, but he did not give up until the ten. The vitality of several ogres and monsters completely dried up.

He leaned on his skull cane, and after venting his anger of death, he glanced at the goblin Buddy Moore, who was thrown on the pier square without knowing his life and death, and he turned himself hard Body, want to stand up again.

"You...can't...take away...my...property! Uh, it's... a loss...sale!"

But in the end, the goblin swallowed his last breath in the extreme unwillingness and hatred for the loss of property.

"let's go!"

Gul'dan gave orders, and at the next moment, the cables of the ten moored ships were untied, and the intimidated troll sailors opened their sails and hurried into the open sea in the ocean currents that existed all the year round in the wetlands.

"Gul'dan, we found the chasing soldiers! (Reid. Blackhand came with a black-toothed grinning clan!)"

Gujar walked quickly to Gul'dan's side. The warlock heard the bad news. He turned around and saw that in the port a few kilometers behind, Reid. Blackhand was roaring wildly. The situation of the soldiers made Gul'dan very uncomfortable. He waved his fingers, and the dark green light wrapped around his palms. In his grinning laugh, three groups of burning green flames fell from the sky and hit the port fiercely. The tribe’s ports and docks were completely destroyed.

"Face the demon you fear the most, idiot! Tell Orgrim that Gul'dan is free... Gul'dan will soon bring an endless army of demons with you and the world in the coming year!"

Gul'dan withdrew his finger, he no longer ignored the battlefield behind him, and he focused his gaze on the endless sea.

"I saw that place in the memory of the astral mage Medivh. I know where it is, and only I know it! At the center of this world, on the islands hidden behind time."

"Tomb of Sargeras, the fools of this world fear its power, they are afraid of the scourge of the King of Darkness, and the wisest of them bury it deep underground, and they waste this gift! I, I don’t Will waste it!"

Gul'dan whispered:

"There is the body of the Dark King who entered the world, and his endless power, Kil'jaeden thought he could control me? No, it couldn't! Those demons would pay for their arrogance, I Will become their master, and I will become their god!"

"This will be my destined way to becoming a god! No one can stop! Can't be blocked!"

"Let him run! Asshole!"

Reid. Blackhand waved his long sword. Behind him, the Blademaster clan saint and the black-toothed grinning clan beasts were besieging the three-headed hellfire demon, while his younger brother Maim. Blackhand was carrying a war hammer. Anxiously looked at Gul'dan and his followers who had entered the sea.

"Brother, what should I do? We don't have a boat!"

"we still have!"

Reid gritted his teeth: "In the sea near the wetland, there is an orc vessel responsible for monitoring the human fleet. We can use those ships to chase them, hurry up!"

The future heirs of the Blackstone tribe looked at the ocean in the distance: "We don't know where he is going. Once we lose their trail, this mission is over."

On the other side, above the sky near the wetland, Tyrion saw the ten sailing fleets. He made a gesture, and the unmanned zombie dragon flying around the outside roared like a meteor, toward The fleet below smashed past.

"Say hello to our old friend Gul'dan!"

"boom"

At the moment of hitting the fleet battleship, the zombie dragon brought back from Quel'Thalas exploded violently, and the disgusting flesh and bones completely covered the two ships, and the epidemics accompanying the blood entangled those who were caught off guard. On the bodies of the orcs and ogres, the shock wave generated by the explosion shook the entire fleet of ships.

At the next moment, the death knight who descended from the sky stood on these two ships and started a mad killing. Tyrion could not be sure that Gul'dan was on that ship, so he could only use this method of guessing.

"Damn it! Those death knights!"

Gul'dan raised his head in the cabin, he gritted his teeth and scolded:

"A group of ghosts that are not separated! Let them go, let's go!"

Gujar is not willing to run away like this, he shouted to Gul'dan:

"They landed on those two ships! (We can't give up those members, our number is not enough!)"

"Taking them with them would have been cannon fodder!"

Gul'dan opened the window ruthlessly, and once again began calling for the demon that twisted the void. After a while, while the remaining eight ships sailed away from the sea, a green meteorite falling from the sky hit the center of the two ships. Between the scorching flames and the collision of the sea water, a mad steam was raised, and like a mist, the whole sea was enveloped.

The Hellfire Giant, who was struggling in the water, roared and climbed onto a ship, spreading the flames towards the wooden battleship, but ignited it completely in a short time.

After doing all this, Gul'dan's face was somber:

"Let those trolls speed up and get rid of them, they don't know where we are going! Just get rid of them, we are safe... there is no need to waste time on these debris!"

"No one wants to stop my path to becoming a god! Even if it's death, I can't!"

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