Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Land! I see land!"

In the unpleasant screams of Buddy Moore, the ship, which had been infested by the energy of death from the top down, finally approached the destination of the trip.

Tyrion walked out of the cabin without a telescope. With his excellent eyesight, he could easily see the island that appeared abruptly in the distance above the sea, like a black spot that suddenly jumped out of a scroll with nothing. On the deserted sea, the islands that are getting closer and closer look so striking.

It’s a black island, the size of two towns. From a distance, you can see the trees on the island and the seagulls flying in the sky, and farther away, in the mist of the ocean. The phantom of a tall city is faintly visible, and beyond that phantom is a strange purple sky.

"This is the Broken Isles?"

Dark Master Severn blessed himself with an eagle eye technique, and the distant scenery clearly appeared in his eyes. He could see the barren black island in front of him. The boulders connected to the sea were covered with barnacles and sand ponds. There are a lot of beach rock crabs in Mercedes-Benz.

But behind the island, there is a tomb tower several meters high, which looks like the ruins of a city.

"It looks out of sight here."

Miss Luminas, with her arms on her hips, said to her companions, "It doesn't look like a good place!"

"It really is not a good place."

Tyrion rolled over and jumped off the side of the ship. At the moment of falling into the water, the ice condensed at his feet, making him stand on the sea water. With his call, a skeleton warhorse ran out of the cabin and jumped off the side of the ship. Came to him.

The death knight turned on his horse, beckoned to everyone behind him, and shouted to the dying goblin on the deck:

"Buddy, I don't need you to fight. I parked the ship behind the island and waited for us to come back! These sailors will listen to your dispatch. Be sure to protect this ship!"

Hearing that there was no need to fight, the goblin suddenly got his spirit. He shouted and waved towards Tyrion, but the death knights had quickly rushed to the island in front, the gray eyes of the dead goblin turned, he turned his head and coughed slightly. There was a command to the dead troll sailors who were waiting for the order. Soon, the veritable ghost ship sailed to the other side of the island.

The death knights landed on the beach, barely stopped, and rushed towards the tomb tower behind the island along the broken ground of the island.

This island is very peculiar, and there are trees around it, but the deeper it is, the fewer signs of life exist. When it is close to the tomb tower sinking into the sea, it is surrounded by broken rocks and the ruins of ancient cities In addition to that, there is nothing.

"It turned out to be a shrine during the Elven Empire, which was sent to the bottom of the sea by Aegwynn with a huge magic power."

Tyrion rolled off his horse and looked at the tomb tower with only the top in front of him. His fingers touched the stone tablet in front of him. The stone tablet that had been weathered in time collapsed quickly. Behind him, the dark mage Seven Walking around with Otham, detecting the magic around him. After a while, Severn Mage's face was a bit ugly. He took a rune stone that had dried up magic and said to the other death knights:

"There is a large enchantment here, which blocks the magic around and prevents the sea from raising the temple. Only by destroying it can we enter it."

"But it can't be destroyed!"

The young mage Otham patted the dust on his finger and said calmly:

"The enchantment itself is not complicated, but it is intertwined with the nearby magic nodes. Forcibly cracking means that we have to fight against the entire magic of this archipelago. This is the site of the wreckage of the explosion of the once eternal well. Imagine."

The implication is that there is no way for the Dark Blade Knights to sink into the earth's graveyard in front of them.

"Gul'dan will help us open it."

Tyrion did not lie in the cemetery in front of him. He stood on the higher rock and observed the surrounding terrain. He shook his hand and said indifferently:

"We just need to think about waiting, and then think about how to get rid of that warlock, ahead! There is a rift valley, we are camping, waiting for Gul'dan's arrival!"

"Soon! Soon we can fulfill our wishes..."

On the other side, one day after Tyrian’s death knights camped, Gul'dan’s fleet also approached the Broken Isles. The warlock was not clear that someone had set up an ambush on the island, but in fact, even if he knew, he had to Keep going.

He gave up everything, betrayed Orgrim, led to the failure of the tribe, and betrayed the demon master behind him. He knew that he had no way to go back, only to enter the tomb of Sargeras and get the legion Only in this way can the Lord's power guarantee that he will survive the killing of all parties and live better.

But the way forward is not smooth.

"boom"

The sound of the artillery firing sounded on the sea, and the red-fired shells flew out of the muzzle, traversed the deadly arc, and hit the boat that was fleeing ahead. The shells flew from the deck, and several The ogres that couldn't dodge were shattered, disgusting flesh flew across, and the pungent smoke of smoke rose above the sea.

The violent orc of the looting clan gritted their teeth in the next moment to fight back. The whistling shells hit the chasing soldiers behind them, but the quasi-head could not be said at all. Towering splashes.

The Black-toothed Scarlet Clan rode the 14 ships that the orcs used for looting. They were chasing after Gul'dan's fleet. This chase has been going on for 4 days, and both parties are exhausted.

In fact, Gul'dan should thank those orcish gunners who drove ducks to the shelves. They are not good at using this human weapon. If they are chased by the elite navy of Kul Tiras, I am afraid that Guldan's eight ships I can't pass it for a long time.

But even so, at this moment near the final goal, the orcs and ogres who were still around Gul'dan were less than half of their departure time.

Part of them died in the chase of the black-toothed grinning clan, and part of them secretly ran away by boat in the dark of the night.

Obviously, not everyone is very confident in Gul'dan. When they can't see the exact target, the grudges on the big tree of Gul'dan have begun to run away.

"Gul'dan, we lost another boat! (only 5 left!)"

Ogre Gujar rushed into the cabin and shouted to the closed-eye meditating orc warlock:

"You have to think of a way! (Moral morale has fallen to the extreme!)"

Faced with the anxiety of Gujar, Gul'dan appeared very calm. Although the shells and the shouting of thin people could be heard from the cabin, the warlock did not care about the death of this life. He opened his eyes, There was a gleam in the dark red eyes:

"We're almost there. Soon, that powerful force is within reach. The wild dog of the Black Hand thinks he is winning? Joke! When I return from the tomb, they have to kneel on the ground to greet me. ."

"But that's the future! (If you don't want to do anything anymore, we may not even be able to climb that island!)"

Gujar is not as good as Gul'dan. This cunning warlock arranged his Twilight Hammer clan on the outermost ship. Most of the 3 ships lost in these two days were Twilight Hammer. The elite of the clan.

Ogres have begun to regret following Gul'dan to the island. Even if Guldan really joined the church afterwards, the loss of these people will take a long time to make up.

"Well, what you said makes sense..."

Gul'dan saw the fierceness in Gujar's three eyes, and the warlock weighed the gains and losses in his heart. He felt that it was not too good to force Gujar now, so a moment later, a dark green portal was in the sky above the sea. Lit up, it was like tearing a gap in the sky, accompanied by the pungent smell of evil energy, a large group of flapping wings, like bats, and sharp claws of bats poured out of the portal.

These weak demons flapped their wings, roared, and formed in droves, but in a few moments, hundreds of devil bats rushed out of the portal, which has far exceeded the number that the portal can withstand. It collapsed in an instant, and the screaming devil bats, like a storm of black pressure, rushed towards the fleet of the black-toothed grinning clan chasing behind.

In the cabin, Gul'dan felt the number of demon bats summoned, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Strange, how is the demon today so active... This level of summoning spell should not work so well..."

But the doubts are doubtful. The things that should be done cannot be interrupted. Gujar standing on the deck watched the ships of the Black-toothed Scarlet Clan being disturbed and unable to attack, and even unable to advance, the ogre turned his head and looked closer. Near the island, he shouted loudly:

"Go ahead! (at the fastest speed! Log in!)"

After 30 minutes, Gul'dan's five ships stopped on the shore of the Broken Isles. The orc warlock stepped down the gangway. He looked back at the fleet on the far sea. His dark red eyes rolled, turning his head to the ancient Gal said:

"My disciple, the black-toothed mad dog will continue to catch up. We have to leave some people to stop them. We don't have a number advantage. Once they get entangled, it will be very troublesome."

There was a fierce flash of light in Gujar's eyes. How could he not understand Gul'dan's meaning? This clearly meant that his Twilight's Hammer clan should be used as cannon fodder.

This fierce light was seen by Gul'dan, and there was a sneer in the mouth of the orc warlock's mouth:

"Don't worry, my disciple, I will not let your people die to death, I will leave some warlocks and summon demons to help!"

His fingers bounced, and a dozen or so clan warlocks, as well as Gul'dan's diehards, came forward. He said to these warlocks:

"Have you felt it? The demons that twist the void are very active today. It is very simple to summon demons in this situation. You stay and help the warriors of Twilight's Hammer to resist those chasing soldiers! Wait for me to come back!"

The warlocks of the Rape Clan naturally have no complaints. Those who can follow Gul'dan in desperation are a group of madmen who strongly believe in power. They believe in Gul'dan's promise.

"So, my disciple, what do you say?"

Gul'dan looked back at the silent ogre Gujar, who was ugly and did not say a word, and Gul'dan's fingers also touched his staff, and the atmosphere between the two became obscure and tense However, after a while, the ogre smiled on the two faces of the ogre.

"Of course, my mentor is able to serve you is their honor."

This answer made Gul'dan froze, but then he smiled with satisfaction:

"Then go!"

The warlock's finger pointed to the black tomb in the distance:

"We're almost there... and you will soon know how glorious it would be for the warriors who blocked the chase for us...this is a lucky thing, trust me!"

The patriarch of the black-toothed grinning clan, Red. The black hand gritted his teeth and hacked the last flying bat to death. On the deck behind him, there were already the bodies of these weak demons. On the island in front of him, Gul'dan The followers had landed and laid a line of defense. They were summoning demons, apparently to stop the chasing soldiers, which made Red, who was about to land, hate his teeth.

"They summoned the demon, brother, that is too much!"

Maim Blackhand put down the telescope in his hand. The brave Blackstone Orc gritted his teeth and said to Red:

"Brother, you took the Juggernaut and a part of the soldiers around the island! I came to drag them in front!"

"Maim! Then you will be in danger!"

Reid looked at his younger brother, who was fearlessly leaning on the black iron warhammer. He looked at his brother and said in a deep voice:

"I'm not afraid of danger! Don't think these Twilight's Hammers and Demons beat me so easily! Brother, don't forget who was killed by my father, be sure to cut Gul'dan's head for me!"

"it is good!"

Reed turned his head, the orc's eyes beating with unspeakable brutality and determination:

"This island, this island will be the grave of Gul'dan, no matter what he is looking for here! He will not do what he wants! In the name of Blackhan, he is dead!"

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