Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Aoao"

The roar of the wild roared through the dead Karazhan. The huge black shadow swiftly moved back and forth among the ruins, just like a lone wolf foraging. He waved his claws, and every time the figure jumped, Will bring up a scorching blood.

The orcs who follow Ner'zhul are mostly wolf cavalry of the thunder king clan. They need the help of the wolf mount to exert their strongest fighting power. As infantry fighting, they are not stronger than other clan.

But Ner'zhul and Fenris had penetrated into Karazhan, and they were needed here to block the ghosts of these rioters, so the orc warriors went to die for their own world.

But soon, they found out that this group of black people is not easy to deal with, such as this monster in front of them!

He has a human figure, but taller than an orc, wearing a blue shirt, but covered with gray mane, all ten fingers have sharp dagger-like claws, and curved legs Every time he bounces, he can take the lead on the battlefield, and the wolf-like head on his neck makes the orcs feel weird and fearful.

This is a werewolf... a monster that only appears in myths and legends.

"For Medivh! For Karazhan! For the glory of the master!"

The werewolf's eyes were crimson, apparently caught in some kind of crazy desire to kill. He screamed and roared. Among the orcs trapped by other ghosts, he set off a **** storm, and soon, Kara Zanzhong's most powerful werewolf is no longer satisfied with killing these ordinary orcs. It jumps from the broken high platform on the second floor, and the staggered claws cut the necks of the two orcs blocking the eyes.

Squatting on the ground, sticking out his tongue, licking the blood on his paws, he focused his gaze on the Draenei death knight who was hammering the ghost, and it could easily be distinguished. This woman death knight , Is the leader of these orcs.

"Uh"

The werewolf figure jumped from the ground and grabbed fiercely towards Yrel's back.

"Hahaha! I'm a big bad wolf! Run! Little girl, run!"

He laughed and waved his paws, his eyes seemed to have seen the scene of the head of the tall Draenei, but just as he approached Yrel, the energy of death wrapped around the body of the death knight burst, The cold frost wrapped around Yrel's body like a storm, and the entity's snowflakes and hoarfrost instantly covered the surface of the werewolf's body, allowing his attacking movement to take shape.

"Miscellaneous! Get out!"

Yrel's hoof was raised high, and it shattered like a cannonball on the ground at the foot. At this moment, the broken stone was crushed by the ground, and the shock wave brought back the ghosts who besieged her for several steps. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yrel held the warhammer in both hands, and she gave a hoarse war roar. At the moment when her body turned back, the great power brought by her arms, in the flare of the blood rune, will be ruthlessly The warhammer hit the werewolf's chest trying to attack.

"boom"

The werewolf flew back at a faster speed, even if it was different from ordinary people's physique. After receiving this violent blow, the sternum shook abnormally, and he was almost smashed into the broken stone wall behind him. In this attack, which gathered the energy of death, completely defeated the werewolf's defense. His scorching blood burst in the air was absorbed by the runes shining on the warhammer, forming a **** shield on the surface of Yrel's body.

"Such shards also want to beat me?"

The draenei sneered ruthlessly. She didn't even look back to see the wolf that had been comatose, turned around and waved the warhammer, smashing the long sword cut by the approaching ghost hunter Atumen into the shadow behind her, The figure of Moros appeared quietly, and the two daggers in his hand pierced Yrel's neck, one from the left and the other from the right.

Obviously, the housekeeper of Medivh, while able to manage Karazhan things adeptly, is equally capable.

"clang"

The staggered dagger was blocked by Yrel’s tail, and the sharp, smeared blade was cut on the triangular cone protection of the tail. Between the sparks, the sneak attack made no sense, but Moros Without retreating, he turned his wrists, ignoring the sharp cone that pierced his body, and stubbornly thrust the dagger in his hand towards Yrel's body.

"Come on, midnight! Let's rush this crowd of people together!"

In front of the death knight, the silent hunter Atumen shouted loudly. He rode on the tall armored warhorse and slammed into the jailed Yrel as a knight.

"dead!"

"clang"

When Moros's fatal blow fell on Yrel's side, it was easily lifted by a sudden thorns wheel. At the moment of Moros' stunned god, three emerald daggers emerged from the shadow, like The arrow pierced into his chest like that, and the impact blasted Moros's body. He fell to the ground, and the shadow-like knife wheel descended from the sky, almost rubbing Moros' rotten cheek, and cut into it. In the stone.

"Hehehe, there are really two brushes."

A silver bell-like laughter sounded in the chaotic battlefield right now, which made people feel horrified. Moros, who had escaped from the dead, jumped up quickly with the dagger in hand. The three daggers were still in his chest, but he was also a Dead, the heart is not fatal.

In front of the Assassin's butler's eyes, the blood watcher's figure shredded the shadows, the bright red battle armor smeared like blood, the bright red blade cloak, and the cold eyes under the weird owl helmet, let Moros grasp the weapon, He felt a deadly threat.

"Are you also an intruder?"

As soon as Moros's voice fell, the watchman in front of him disappeared. He turned almost subconsciously, and his dagger staggered in front of him.

"Keng"

Sparks were splattering, and the sharp knife wheel shining from behind was less than half a finger away from his neck. If Moros was still alive, he must have been sweating.

"Wow"

On the other side, facing the crazy Atumen charge, Yrel dropped the warhammer, she clenched her teeth and raised her hands, the powerful power of the draenei and the body infiltrated by the huge power of death, at this moment The unavoidable front was blocked on the road of the charge of the horse, the death knight's arm was hit hard, the stone under her feet quickly shattered backwards, and the body of the death knight was almost backed by the horse.

But Yrel was not defeated. On the contrary, the great force from her made Artumen and his horse charge a little slower, until the moment when the horse could not maintain the power of the charge, Yrel gripped the neck of the tall death horse in front of his eyes. The dark red energy burst from around her body, and the solid ice gathered on the body of the death knight, bringing her explosive power.

"I am the Knight of Dark Blades!"

"boom"

"I am Tyrion's Tyrant!"

"boom"

"I am... Yrel!"

"Wow"

In the last swing, the man and the horse are in one, with a ghost knight more than 3 meters high. This whole body is covered with heavy armor. It is lifted from the ground by abruptly. He was slammed on the ground, and the dust splashed around him like a storm. The most skillful death hunter in Karazhan, Atumen, was beaten with seven meats. He shook his head and wanted to get up.

"boom"

Yrel’s cold hoof stepped on the death hunter’s chest, her broken armor ticked, the distant crystal warhammer quickly returned to her in the grip of death, and the cold Draenei death knight held in both hands Warhammer lifted the weapon high and then slammed it down.

"Click"

Atumen's smashed head flew into the center of the battlefield in the splatter of rotten blood, and in the unwilling roar of Atumen's favorite death horse, the horse stood up from the ground and splashed in the dust. In the middle, the tall black shadow was riding on this red horse that originally belonged to Atumen.

Losers lose everything, winners take everything away. This is the privilege of the winner!

When Yrel drove into the battlefield at midnight, the morale of the Karazhan Rebels was almost plummeted. Under the leadership of Yrel and the death knights, the orcs with heavy casualties roared and reacted counterattacks. Break up the ghosts who have lost their leaders.

They screamed and fled into the ruins of Karazhan, representing Karazhan's first resistance was completely disintegrated.

Seeing Yrel swept the battlefield with unquestionable strength, the assassin butler Moros realized that failure was coming. When he couldn't escape, the blood watcher was like a cat making funny mice. Every time Moros wanted Fleeing, they will be forced back to the battlefield by the cold attack, the two sides are like a deadly dance, and the rhythm is in the hands of the watchman.

"Yo, Tyrion's little pets are doing well... It seems I can't play anymore, so the game... is over!"

The blood watcher waved his cloak, and the sharp blade inlaid on the cloak swept around like a blade storm. During this blade storm, Moros resisted hard. At the moment when the blade storm subsided, Moros's wide eyes In the middle, like the light of death appearing nowhere, the thorn-blade wheel breaking through the shadow swept across his neck.

"puff"

The headless corpse hit the ground full of corpses like collapsed wood. The smooth-cut head twirled a few times in the air and hit the battlefield, just as the hunter Atumen was crushed. Crash together.

"I don't remember Mr. Tyrion that you will join the battlefield..."

Yrel, who was riding on the midnight saddle of the warhorse, was dominating, looking at the blood watcher leaning on the pillar, trimming his nails with Moros’ dagger, and the draenei death knight's nose moved. She used The hoarse voice said:

"What the **** are you doing here?"

Facing this undisguised hostility, Nasa flicked her fingers and said lazily:

"I'm just going to take a look at it. Terion's little pet stepped on the battlefield for the first time to see if you would be terrified by the whole body."

The adjective "little pet" jumped the dark red light in Yrel's eyes, and she asked disdainfully:

"Then do you see it now?"

"Well, it's pretty good, barely disappointing Tyrion's attention to you."

Nasa straightened her body, stretched out an exaggerated lazy waist, put on her blood-red armor again, and then turned her words:

"I lied to you... voila, of course I came to perform the mission, you see, Tyrion gave me a secret mission, but did not tell you, Yrel, you obviously can't be trusted in his heart. The object, he is guarding you, listen to me...loyalty is a good thing, but occasionally you need to use your brain."

"Come up with your vulgar provocations, Nassa, Mr. Tyrion trusts me more than ten times more than you!"

Yrel turned and dismounted, throwing the reins to the death knight behind her. She carried the warhammer and strode into the entrance to Karazhan deep in front of her eyes. When passing by Nassa, Yrel suddenly lowered her voice:

"That night your hoarse begging for mercy was heard by many people...how? The feeling of being punished must be good?"

"To shut up!"

The scandal was uncovered, Nasa’s voice became cold, her fingers bounced on the handle of the knife wheel, and her eyes under the owl helmet became cold, but Yrel was not scared By then, she had all the emotions, and death made her stronger, her eyes blinked, and she said in a cold voice:

"You will only hide in the dark and peep at other poor mice. Everyone hates you, Samara has let me kill you more than once...but you are the shadow of Mr. Tyrion after all, and you In the unseen shadow, Ms. Lumi’s arrows are pointing at your head all the time...Look, she has been seeing you for a long time."

Like an old friend, Yrel reached out and patted Nasa on the shoulder. She whispered in Nasa's ear:

"Oh, do you still think you are free? Don't be stupid. If Mr. Tyrion is not protecting you, Nasa, your bad character will have caused you to die for at least three times!"

Talking, Yrel suddenly stretched out his cold little tongue, full of malicious licking on the wound that had not healed in Nassa's neck, which made the body of the Blood Watcher stiff in place.

"Don’t take it for granted that you’re alive, and don’t think that the Dark Blade Knights can’t do without you. Look at you. You’re like a childish child. I’m not threatening you, but I want to tell you Tyrion. What the sir will not tell you... for us, loyalty is not absolute, it is absolute disloyalty!"

"And failure is acceptable, betrayal, no forgiveness! I don't want to kill you all over the world one day, Darkblade Warden, do it yourself!"

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