Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The Holy Light is on!"

Surrounded by the soldiers, the hero who defeated Orgrim himself was brought to the commanders, and the great knight Uther jumped up and grabbed the hero's arms. A surprise appeared in his eyes.

Standing in front of him was Turalyon, the great knight who disappeared with Marshal Lothar.

"They said you were dead! Killed by the death knight."

Fording also rushed up and looked at Turalyon nervously, his armor was covered with blood and dust, his face was pale, and there were two terrible scars on his chest and abdomen, as if he had been worn by Li Jiandong .

Turalyon's pale face showed a bitter smile. He took a weak step forward and was immediately held by Uther. The young Paladin was scared and wiped his wounds. He whispered:

"It's just a little bit, that death knight...Tirion, he can kill me just a little bit, but his evil soul wants to see the Holy Light succumbing to death, which gives me the opportunity, the Holy Light finally Bless me, but...uh!"

The Paladin’s body cramped painfully. He shivered abnormally. Fording hurriedly called for the Holy Light to heal his brother’s wounds. Under his treatment, Turalyon recovered from difficulty, and he sat On the ground, rubbing his forehead in pain, the blue muscles on his face burst, but he couldn't say a word.

Following the assassin behind Turalyon, the leader of the MI7, Madias Shoal, said for Turalyan weakly:

"The death knight pierced our bodies, threw us there and waited for death. If there was no follower paladin passing by, we might actually die there, but I can feel that the death knight has done evil to us. Magic, we... we forgot something."

"The Holy Light is on!"

Bishop Ethan Lien, who had been summoned urgently, stepped forward, his hands glowing with soft light, and he reached over Turalyon's shoulders and began to check the physical condition of the knight.

The priest who followed the bishop also began to heal Mr. Shore. They cut the bandage around Shore’s neck. The terrible injury made the priest’s face change dramatically. The death knight’s skates almost completely cut the assassin’s throat. This kind of injury can't survive.

"He threw us there and waited for death..."

As the Holy Light healed his wounds, Shore said to the great knights around him:

"The real life is hanging on the thread, maybe the Holy Light is sheltering us in the dark."

Shore and Turalyon did not know what happened after they fell. They attributed it to the blessing of the Holy Light, but in fact, Tyrion, who had left the burning plain, can be surely in the magic sword apocalypse that he carried with him. There are definitely two souls belonging to Turalyon and Shore.

But if their souls have been taken away by death knights, who are these two guys standing in front of everyone?

An orc warlock hurriedly ran dizzyingly on the battlefield. He carried a bone staff and carefully avoided the chasing soldiers behind him, but after crossing a hill, he slammed into the paladins ahead. In the surrounding circle, he screamed, turned and ran, but the headed paladin had rushed over on the war horse. When approaching, the sword was cut off in the head, and the head of the running warlock flew into the air.

Paladin lord Alessandro Mograine from Lordaeron took the horse rein and threw the **** sword in his hand to the attendant who stepped forward. Dezhi looked at the battlefield that had been cleared behind him, and then looked back at the carriage with important prisoners behind.

There were 20 paladins and nearly 50 cavalry guards around the carriage, even during the rest period, there were several guards guarding the carriage, watching the surrounding battlefield with vigilance, this guardian’s vigilance, Represents the important identity of this prisoner.

The orc chieftain Orgrim, who was finally captured on the battlefield, the paralytic toxin in his body has not dissipated. This orc chief can only sit in the carriage of the prison cage. He looks very depressed, but to be honest, except The knights who escorted him did not abuse him except for the wounds cut by the excited soldiers when they were captured.

"Frankly speaking, Lord Mograine, it is a long distance from here to Lordaeron. It is too unsafe to go by land, and there are all the orc dregs trying to rescue him."

Attendant Falbanks walked to the orc warlock who had been cut down and began to search for loot. While looking at what the warlock was carrying, he said to his chief:

"We have been attacked more than a dozen times before we walked out of the burning plain. Orgrim's position in the orcs' mind is really high."

The attendant’s worries made Mograine nod. As a senior nobleman of Lordaeron and a devout believer of the Holy Light, he was not afraid of fighting, but the mission of escorting Orgrim was too important. The situation has to be judged, so after the attendants have expressed their worries, the Paladin Lord touched his stubble and whispered:

"So I won't go by land, Falbanks, we go to the port of Stormwind City. Although the city is abandoned, the port is still usable. From there, we will take the fleet led by His Majesty Dai Lin and drive all the way to Nanhai Town, and then go back to Lordaeron."

The brave Paladin lord took a deep breath and looked at the barren ground around him, his eyes beating with a trace of fatigue and a trace of lightness.

"Fortunately, the war is over. Except for the orcs hiding in the Blackrock Spire, the other orcs fled to the Dark Portal. Let Uther do the rest."

"Seriously, sir, I don't understand. Why should we send Orgrim back to Lordaeron and kill him on the battlefield?"

Falbanks walked back to Mograine with a wooden box. He said softly:

"Every soldier on this battlefield is unwilling to let him live."

"Falbanks, you are an excellent warrior, but you are not a qualified commander."

Alessandro Mograine shook his head, a subtle smile appeared on his face, he coughed slightly, lowered his voice, and gave the opportunity to the most trusted adjutant:

"In fact, the moment the tribe collapsed, the war was over. The next step is the continuation of politics, because the order of the human world has changed too much in this war, so our king urgently needs to prove the power of Lordaeron. The loot is used to win more chips when the new order is reshaped after the war."

"The Alterac kingdom that betrayed the alliance is over. How to deal with the territory of this country is a troublesome thing. In this case, sending Orgrim to Lordaeron as a sign of the true end of the war, The kings tried the great chief, and the king himself declared the end of the war and peace came...Think about that scene, Falbanks, Lordaeron will be the real winners."

Mograine smiled and reached out to pat the adjutant's shoulder:

"After this battle, you will also become a noble, you still have to learn a lot."

"It sounds too complicated, and for a reckless man like me, it's much harder than slashing the orc with a sword."

Falbanks shrugged his shoulders and reached for the wooden box in his hand to the sir:

"This is your loot, sir. It looks like a rare black crystal rough stone. It is beautiful and fits your identity."

Mograine took the box and opened it, and the box was filled with an irregular and heavy crystal. As Falbanks said, this crystal clear interior is full of bright light dots scattered like stars. The black halo looked beautiful, as if a starry sky had crashed into this crystal.

"It looks really good!"

The magnificent nobleman Mograine had never seen such a beautiful and pure crystal. He couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and wanted to take it out, but the moment the finger touched the crystal surface, the darkness inside the crystal Suddenly flowed, covering Mograine's fingertips. The uncontrollable tingling caused the Paladin's fingers to withdraw sharply, and the black crystal fell on the ground.

"This stuff is weird!"

Mograine yelped loudly, and Falbanks looked back, and saw that Mograine's sturdy armor had not been corroded. The skin on his palm was burned by fire first. Even the skin was burned with a terrible wound, and the light in Mograine's body rippled in the palm of his hand, and healed the weird scar with difficulty.

"This is a demon!"

Falbanks' eyes were sharpened. He drew his long sword and slashed towards the black crystal under his feet, but the blade collided with the crystal and made the same sound of metal collision. The sparks moved on the surface of the crystal. A vigorous blow failed to break this eccentric black crystal.

"Pack it in a box, Falbanks!"

Mograine sat cross-legged on the ground and healed the wound on the palm of his hand with holy light. He looked at the black crystal and he said in a deep voice:

"Take it back and have a look at Fa'or, the crystal is weird, but I can feel it is not evil."

A moment later, the team escorting Orgrim set off again. Alessandro Mograine had a heavy bandage on his left hand. He did not know what his booty was, nor did he know that the crystal would be in the future. What kind of glory and nightmare will bring him, but at least for now, he is enjoying the victory of the league and enjoying his own victory.

The tribe is finished! The war is over.

"Look at these frightened orcs, just like the mice that have fleeed in vain, where there is once the same powerful."

The death knight Luminas, who was riding behind the Necromancer, scorned the orcs who had fled below, and on the already barren black swamp land, the orcs who had escaped from the battlefield of the Burning Plains had a difficult escape, just like Like a group of gangsters.

The frontal battlefield failed, the gate of the Black Stone Tower closed, and the orcish people who had nowhere to go could only escape to where they came from, the Dark Gate, they tried to pass there and return to their own world, and behind them, the Alliance’s advance troops had traversed Red Ridge Mountains, built a stronghold at the entrance of the black swamp, the human knights hunted in this dark red barren land, and the orcs who had lost their fighting spirit were completely unwilling to resist.

"The Blackstone clan is left in the burning plain."

Glokush, who manipulates the Necrotic Dragon, is introducing the fugitives below to his brothers and sisters. When it comes to understanding the orc clan, no one in the Dark Blade Knights knows better than him.

"The black stone orcs occupy the black stone tower, most of them are members of the fire blade, blood ring and other small clans. Their chiefs died in battle, even if they fled back to Draenor, they would be eaten clean by other clans in an instant. net."

Glokush shook his head, regrettingly saying:

"Actually, if Orgrim could sum up the three big clans left in Draenor in advance, the alliance would not necessarily win. Warsong, Broken Hand, and Thunder King's clan, that is the most brave and most capable group of lunatics in the tribe, It is a pity that drinking too much demon blood burned their heads and turned them into a group of honorless, bloodthirsty debris."

"It has nothing to do with us."

Tyrion stood up behind the Necrotic Dragon, looking far below the dark gate surrounded by mountains. The huge, dark-green magic storm was like an open mouth, and those rushed into the dark The orcs of the door were as if swallowed by this giant mouth.

The orcs who had escaped from the rear had no order at all. They pushed and shoved each other, or were downcast. Some orcs were also riding the ferocious war wolves, and more orcs came here on foot. They were already exhausted. Unwilling to stay for another second in this world where they have suffered humiliation and failure.

The Orc Corps, which was originally here, has received news of the defeat from the defeated soldiers. They have withdrawn from Draenor as a whole, so there is only a bunch of scattered camps and burned materials left here. The desolation outside is the same as the situation of the tribe at this time.

"Landing down, Glokus."

Tyrion saw the faint shadow in the ruins, and a stiff smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Look, dear Mr. Medivh is waiting for us."

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