Azeroth’s Death Track

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The world of Draenor has long been ruined and withered. The orcs are forced to follow Gul'dan into Ai because they cannot survive in their own world. The world is on the verge of death and cannot see any hope. Zelas, want to **** another world to let the tribe survive.

These violent invaders are actually a group of refugees sacrificed by a darker conspiracy, but not all orcs follow Blackhan. Chief Mafia rushes into another world, in the broken world of Draenor, there are still Many orcs.

Either the old and weak sickness that the chieftain can't see, or the pure gift of self-exile orcs who rejected the "gift" of the blood of the devil, or some have foreseen the hidden endlessness of the dying world Dark fugitive.

In short, in this broken world, life is still stubborn and difficult to live.

Garona sat on a hill in Shadowmoon Valley. She was biting the dried meat and water that she carried with her. The cheeks of her unique half-orc were covered with wind and dust. The leather armor on her body was already broken. Obviously, Her journey was not smooth.

It took her half a month to traverse the eastern continent of Azeroth and return to her hometown through the Dark Portal. This is a difficult and long journey, but she must complete it because she craves freedom!

"Well"

After Garona had finished eating the last piece of dried meat, she stood up, the waist wound started to hurt again, the half-orc's big eyes narrowed, a trace of pain flashed on her face, and the vicious broken hand assassins like to punch in their fierce fists The blade was poisoned, and their enemies were tortured in this way. Although they escaped the fatal blow in the raid 2 days ago, Garona was still bruised while countering the murderous orc assassin.

She covered the wound in her waist with her left hand, slowly jumped into the darkness, and moved quickly in the direction Gul'dan told her.

"They are all crazy! The demon manipulated their will, Orgrim lost!"

The half-orc assassin whispered, almost all of her injuries were left while crossing the Hellfire Peninsula adjacent to the Dark Gate, the ghost place was once Blackhan. Blackhand exiled those disobedient clans, Because of drinking the blood of the demon, the Warsong Clan, Mocking Skull Clan, Broken Hand Clan, and Thunder King Clan who could not control themselves were thrown in that place.

The chieftain did not want these precious warriors to die, he just used these methods to exclude these belligerent clans from the first batch of invaders, and deliberately tortured the will of those warriors so that they would never distinguish them from the enemy. It’s a good idea to “wake up” in the death fight, but Blackhan’s death caused these reserve soldiers to be completely forgotten.

Although Orgrim took the position of chieftain, he sent messengers to ask these clanes who fought each other to join the invasion of Azeroth, but in the long battle, these clanes have forged an endless hatred. , Orgrim's messenger died under the sneaky assassination before he reached the Hellfire Citadel.

The result of all this is that the form of Hellfire Peninsula is even crazier, which is ten times more crazy than Azeroth's most terrible battlefield!

Garona, who was moving in the dark, had no loyalty to the tribe, and was even full of hatred.

Her full name is "Garona Hafford", the surname means "half orcs", which is a very insulting word in the orc society, her birth is a tragedy, that is when the orcs just drank In the age of demon blood, they launched a crazy slaughter towards another large race in the world of Draenor, the mysterious draenei.

In that massacre all over the world, many Draenei women were treated with indescribable treatment, and Garona was born as a result. Her body had only half of the blood of the orc, but the other half of the blood gave her orc the rare wisdom and Thinking, and the sensitivity and cunning that the orcs don't have at all, it is for this reason that she can survive in a difficult teenage period.

There are many orcs like Garona, but most of them died in the war.

It was the painful past that Garona did not want to recall, but compared to the years she had accepted Gul'dan's teachings, even the painful past had become so sweet compared to the years she had passed in the Shadow Council.

After all, war can only torture her body, but Gul'dan tortured her soul...

"found it!"

Garona looked everywhere in the shallow sea silt on the edge of Shadowmoon Valley, and finally found the entrance of a grotto in the spores and mushroom forest that exuded the decayed smell, and the seal of the Shadow Council was engraved on it.

This made the Orc assassin ecstatic, she seemed to see that freedom was in front of her. As long as the eye of the master who controlled her mind was broken, she could be relieved of her soul.

As she stepped into the dark cave, when she heard the whisper of the dross of the Shadow Council hidden in it, a human shadow emerged in her mind, making the orc assassin clenched her hands. Dagger.

"Your Majesty, when I am free, I will go to atonement...atonement to you and your people!"

Garona gritted her teeth and meditated on the future repeatedly in her heart. Under the control of Gul'dan, she personally killed King Ryan Wrynn of the Storm Kingdom, which was her lingering nightmare, the king. With his friends, it was probably the first batch of Garona who took the initiative to extend the hand of friendship to her.

They believed in Garona, and they even took the initiative to protect Garona. There was a special friendship between them. Garona told many kings the secrets of many tribes, which earned her the trust of the king. For the Orcs, in the storm The days of the Kingdom's activities are very memorable.

But she eventually killed her friend herself. When she thrust the dagger into Lane’s chest, she looked at the shock and loss in Lane’s eyes. The unforgivable betrayal assassination tortured her every minute and every second. Mind, that was the first time that her soul began to actively resist Gul'dan. She did not want to live like this as an executioner...

"puff"

Recurved, with a pointed dagger, like a venomous snake hidden in the dark, silently swept across the throats of these orcs and ogres, injecting deadly toxins into their bodies in the blink of an eye , All their struggles become meaningless.

"Monarch Killer", this pair of daggers specially made for her by Gul'dan, its name originated from the "great" act of Garona assassinating King Lane, and now, the King Killer is held in the hands by the orcs. Started her self-redemption.

"Garona! Traitor!"

An ogre magician awoke from half asleep and half awake. He saw the corpses scattered all over the crypt, and saw the slender figure walking towards him with a dagger in the dark. The ogre roared in horror:

"Gul'dan will kill you!"

"I will kill him! I have already sworn!"

A trace of mad hatred flashed in Garona's eyes, her figure disappeared in place, the ogres subconsciously propped up the shield, but the moment the magic shield shrouded the whole body, the sharp edge of the killer prince pierced the food The heart of the demon, the burning toxin that seemed to ignite the body, was injected into this huge body, causing the ogre magician to kneel on the ground in pain.

"Where is the eye of the master?"

There was no emotion in Garona's voice. The indifferent chilled the whole body. The ogres struggled to talk, but the next moment, the orc's blade crossed his throat again.

The blood was splattering, and the Orc no longer needed the ogre’s answer. She looked up, and she could see the dark orb suspended by the chain on the stone wall. A strong desire flashed in the Orc’s eyes, and she waved Between hands and daggers, the orb full of shadow energy was smashed by her hand.

"Uh"

A flash of red light flashed on her, and she felt the relaxation of her soul. Gul'dan didn't lie to her. This orb was indeed a thing to manipulate her will, but it was not enough.

The freedom of the soul does not mean the freedom of the soul. Garona can still feel that the darkness in her heart has not subsided, and the miscellaneous deceived her! More than this one! There must be others who still control her mind.

"This is not freedom!"

The half-orc stood in the dark in pain, her hands clutching her hair, and she wanted to shout frantically, but in the end, she didn't do it.

"I should have known...I want freedom, not here."

Her figure disappeared into the darkness, she was going back to Azeroth, she was going to find the only person who could still be trusted.

"Kadgar...help me, my friend."

Gul'dan is like a venomous snake, and every word spoken is like a highly venomous venom, which cannot be trusted! And the freedom he promised has always been a longing and unreachable...illusion.

Perhaps the one who bound this half-orc was never a dark magic. It was she who bound her, her remorse, her betrayal, her weakness, her greed for warm feelings... it all made up The chain that bound Garona forever and prevented her from breaking free.

Just as Garona smashed the Orb of Shadow, in the endless sea of ​​the distant Azeroth, Tyrion was sitting on the fast-moving ship's side. It was already dark at this time, and he was always used to thinking at this time. Things to avoid those memories of the past invading his mind again.

For the undead, the better the memories, the more painful the memories dissipate, and the constant memory of the past is the beginning of self-destruction.

"I knew I could find you here."

A deep voice rang behind Tyrion, and the Orc Death Knight came up and sat next to Tyrion. After that night, Glokus became a lot more "cheerful", at least no longer as always as before. Is silent.

The two death knights looked at the icy sea under the moonlight, and no one broke the tranquility. After a few minutes, Glokus suddenly said:

"I said, Tyrion."

"Ok?"

"Are you really going to Draenor? What the ghost place looks like now, I can't even imagine it, maybe it's completely finished."

Once the black hand of the great chief stopped, he increased his tone:

"That world really has no hope at all!"

"We are dead, we don't need hope, Glokus, who is more suitable to rule a lost world than a dead person?"

Tyrion's body leaned back and he propped his arms on the deck. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky. The cold moonlight shone on them, making the death knight feel a rare comfort.

"There are no bronze dragons, there are no guardians...that is a free world, Glokus, we will accumulate power there, and no one will bother us until we have enough power..."

Tyrion's ice-blue eyes skipped a trace of grief:

"We will return to this world, smash everything that blocks us! Pull out all the conspirators in the dark, let them kneel on the ground and be punished! We will fulfill our long-cherished wish, and we will completely crush this **** shackles ! Our persistence is not worth much, but it is the only thing we really have. It is our last inch of territory. In that inch of territory... maybe, maybe we are free."

Glokush was uncomfortable about Tyrion’s perseverance. He had no regrets. He challenged his fate like a reckless knight. Perhaps it was his last adventure after death, and this arrogant future did not make him feel nasty. .

A stiff smile appeared on the death knight's face. He whispered:

"For the first time, I heard that someone used "freedom" to describe Draenor, Tyrion. You said, when will we, cursed dead people, be truly free?"

This question silenced Tyrion. After a few minutes, he said with some uncertainty:

"Probably, probably no freedom in this world is left to the dead, to settle into the earth? The soul returns to the underworld? I know what is in the abyss of the underworld. When I go there, I will only get worse slavery, at least. In this world, at this time, all freedom is just an illusion to you and me, and it is not worth pursuing at all."

The death knight sighed:

"You look at the sea water, Glokus, what stopped us from walking, it is never these things that can be seen, but those that cannot be seen, do you understand? Those that we can't see, spread here and there indefinitely In the same future, there are everything, I can see them clearly...but there is no freedom except freedom."

"Maybe in the future, there will be a freedom reserved exclusively for the dead."

The image of General Liresa appeared before Tyrion’s death again. Although he was unwilling to remember, the memory still filled his mind stubbornly again. He remembered the tears of his loved ones before he died. Patting the orc on the shoulder, whispering:

"In short, since there will still be tears for us... then I think, we will... then live well, even in this cursed gesture."

Tyrion raised his head. In the field of vision before him, the moonlight and the world... are so cold, pale, without a trace of temperature and color, but anyway, Gul'dan is dead, and everything he needs is already in hand. Now it is time to move on towards the established goal.

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