Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Aurelia! You made the decision without permission!"

After the meeting was over, the newly-formed sons of Lothar began to prepare. Since they decided to enter the Dark Portal, there were too many things to prepare. On the other hand, they had to wait for a special purpose to recover the artifact. In the face of 30,000 orcs, their elite army is impossible to stage a matchless battle.

However, not everyone congratulated the establishment of the son of Lothar. After the meeting, the cold face of Lor'themar Theron walked into Aurelia's tent, and he was very dissatisfied with Ms. Ranger's self-proposition. .

"I know you want to meet Tyrion, but this is too risky, and the human plan has little chance of success!"

Ranger lord Shen Sheng said: "We are a group, and it is the responsibility of all of us to recover Tyrion, not letting you take risks alone!"

"I'm determined! Lor'themar, no need to say it."

Aurelia sat in her chair and wiped Sasdora, she said without looking back:

"Cather will go with me, after we leave, you must be optimistic about Myra, the young man of the Dawnblade family is only left with him, to be honest, based on my understanding of the current Tyrion No one can predict what will happen if Myra appears in front of him."

The Quel'Thalas expedition was established under the auspices of Prince Kael'thas. In addition to supporting the league's front-line battles, this expedition has an important task, which is to contact Tyrion. Dawn Blade, if possible, invites him back to Quel'Thalas. To be honest, this is the expression of goodwill in Silvermoon City, but as the commander of the expedition, Aurelia is very pessimistic about this task.

She knew that Tyraion had changed her temperament before she set off, and she also made the final hardest psychological preparation, but her determined sacrifice did not mean that she would watch other people follow her into desperation.

"Listen to me, Aurelia, you don't need to take risks!"

Lor'themar persuaded: "We can wait for time. Time is on our side. We can wait for a peaceful time to come before contacting Tyrion..."

"It's too late. The darkness devours his only feelings every minute and every second. He has been waiting, and will only wait until a monster completely enveloped by darkness."

Aurelia breathed a sigh of relief: "You don't need to persuade me anymore, Losama, when I set off from Quel'Thalas, I've made the worst plan."

"What if you fail? What if Tyrion is really hopeless?"

Lor'themar's voice increased several times: "You are equivalent to self-investing, in another world, we can't even save you!"

"If I can't save him..."

Aurelia reached out to hold the pendant around her neck, and she looked back at Lor'themar, her eyes full of stubbornness and determination:

"I will go with him... I will not let his lonely person fall into the boundless darkness, this is what I have to do!"

"You... you are crazy."

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The environment of the Hellfire Peninsula is still as bad as ever. Even after the element of Draenor is awakened, the look and feel of **** here has not changed much. On the one hand, the pollution of the evil energy is too deep, on the other hand, as long as the darkness The door still exists, and this land will not be liberated from pollution.

But it is better than Shadowmoon Valley anyway. At least no falling objects like meteors will appear in the dim sky, and there is no scorching evil odor in the air. Although the earth is cracked, it is still intact, and it has not poured from the ground. If the evil magma mobilized, if Shadow Moon Valley is a real hell, then the Hellfire Peninsula is an area where **** and the world are interlaced.

The warriors of the Horde are still on the other side of the Dark Portal. The looted and traded materials from Stranglethorn Vale and Blackrock Tower are still there. They need to be guarded. The Alliance’s counterattack also needs to be vigilant. Do it at Ner'zhul The Dark Portal will remain unblocked until further decisions are made, and the orcs can return to Draenor as quickly as necessary.

The person responsible for guarding the Dark Gate and the Skull of Gul'dan, which functions as the gate, is Valok Saurfang.

Just as Orgrim trusted him, the new Chief Ner'zhul also trusted him.

"Stay alert! If you have any problems, report them to me!"

On the other side of the gate, Valok patrolled the Dark Gate's armament with his battle axe, and his brother Brocks was guarding. His brother also escaped from the defeat of Orgrim.

"Overseer, someone wants to see you!"

The orc's messenger appeared next to Vallok, who nodded and motioned for him to be brought over by the guest. After a while, the tall Grokus walked with a nervous female orc and a little orc girl. Arriving in front of Vallok, the latter looked hard when she saw the female orc and the little girl.

"Nora, and Sola, you should stay in Nagrand!"

Warlock stepped forward and hugged his wife and his brother's daughter, while Saurfang's wife Nora grabbed her husband's arm and she whispered in his ear:

"It was a female elf who brought us here. She told us that you are in danger."

"It's yours!"

After Valok heard this, he glared at Glokush in front of him. He guarded his wife and niece behind him, holding the weapon behind his finger. He growled in a low voice:

"What the **** do you want! Death knight! I will fulfill my promise at any time, you don't need to threaten me with my loved ones!"

"Warlock, you don't need to fulfill that cruel promise."

Glokus said in a deep voice:

"I'm here to tell you the truth about the cooperation between Tyrion and Ner'zhul and the future destiny of this world. Tyrion needs you to do something for him as a price to repay the grace that once saved lives."

"I don't trust you!"

Valok put his finger down. He looked at the orc death knight in full hostility. He said:

"Hugh wants me to betray the tribe and the chieftain! I would rather die!"

"But you have to serve him when you die... that's worse, why not listen to what I want to say?"

Glokus glanced at the orc warrior, who glanced at his wife and niece and summoned his guards to protect them. Then he followed the death knight to the corner.

"Tirion is cheating Ner'zhul. The artifacts you have recovered cannot save Draenor! The devil will still come, and once Ner'zhul uses them, the demon will come immediately!"

Glokus's first words made Valock almost jumped in shock. He swiftly turned back to look in the direction of Hellfire Citadel, and would rush out.

"I'm going to tell the Chief Chief!"

"Tirion has gone...he is showing off with your chieftain, the cooperation between the two sides is over, and the next is the hostile war!"

Glokus grabbed Valok's arm and said in a deep voice:

"In the past few days when you went to Azeroth, Tyrion evoked tens of thousands of undead in Orkington and was heading towards the Hellfire Peninsula. Believe me. If you really fight, you will rely on the Hellfire Peninsula. Soldiers, you will definitely lose!"

"He's going to kill him? That shit!"

Valok clenched his fists, but the next moment he looked up at Glokus:

"You are also on his side, why are you telling me this! You betrayed him?"

"He told me to tell you, Warlock, the last hope of the orcs is in Azeroth, most of the warriors of the orc are there, Ner'zhul is not worth relying on, what you have to do now is to bring With your wife, unborn child and your niece, take as many people as possible across the door of darkness, and we will close it here."

Glokus glanced at the door of darkness not far away. He lowered his voice:

"No one asks you to betray the tribe. Think about it. We can attack here. Once we close the door of darkness, what reaction will the tribal soldiers who have not received the news, they will make a mess, or even kill each other. , And the league that is watching will not let this opportunity pass."

"Of course you can be loyal to your chieftain, fight with me here, and the tribes that are finally united together are divided again, completely wiped out by the alliance of another world, or you can send messages to let them do well. Prepare... to recuperate in another world and live well, you are free to choose, Saurfang, this is your freedom."

Blackhand let go of Valok's arm and whispered:

"Ner'zhul can't save you, only you can save yourself!"

"Nagrand and our loved ones, children..."

Saurfang said hardly: "I can't just...can't just give them up!"

"No one will hurt them, Tyrion promised!"

Glokus promised:

"After we cleared Ner'zhul's last power, I will look for the opportunity to send them to Azeroth. I am not as a guarantee from Glokus, I assure you as Blackhan! Just They don’t resist the Dark Blade Knights, and no one will hurt them! But Ner'zhul may use that thing at any time, you better make a decision quickly!"

"Let me consider..."

Warlock squatted on the ground with his head held. The brave orc warrior was under enough pressure to crush anyone at this moment. His gaze jumped back and forth between the Hellfire Citadel and the Dark Portal. Eventually, he stood up. A glance at Glokus and turned to the barracks.

After a few minutes, the orc soldiers guarding the Dark Portal were gathered.

Saurfang stood on the high platform and shouted loudly:

"Warriors of the Horde! We are going to support our fellow Azeroth, now, at the fastest speed, across the Dark Portal!"

No one doubted Saurfang’s order. Under the leadership of the warlords, the orcs quickly rushed into the Dark Portal, and Warlock stood on the edge of the Dark Portal, holding his wife and niece. He said softly:

"Nora, remember what I said to you? After that, find Grommash and Fenris... tell them..."

Saurfang pursed his lips, hugged his wife and niece, and gritted his teeth and said:

"Tyrian wins here will be filled with undead, Ner'zhul won't be better here...Tell them, don't come back! This is no longer home!"

"There is no future in this world! Let them live with their compatriots in Azeroth!"

"Warlock, come with us!"

Saurfang's wife begged. She put Valok's hand on her stomach. She whispered:

"Think of Dranosh, think of your son, come with us, please."

"Relax, Nora."

A hard smile appeared on Warlock's face. He kissed his wife. He said:

"I will survive, I will go to Azeroth to see you, believe me! This is my promise... protect our son, Nora, let him grow up and become a warrior of the new tribe, and His father is the same."

"Goodbye, my love!"

After talking, Warlock pushed his wife into the door of darkness. He patted the niece’s head and thrust a dagger into her hand:

"Sola, protect your aunt, see your father, and tell him... his brother didn't embarrass him! At the moment of death, I am not a traitor!"

"Uncle Warlock, come with me..."

"Om"

Sola’s childish shouts and his wife’s sorrow were blocked by the dark gate’s light curtain. At the next moment, in the barracks that had been emptied, the blood mage Seven and Otham manipulated the magic together, turning the skull of Gul'dan to the darkness. The charge of the door is cut off.

With the reverse rotation of the dark green energy vortex, in less than 2 seconds, the gate that connected the two worlds completely dissipated. Between the light plumes of energy, Saurfang reached out and wiped his eyes, he turned Turning around, he pulled out the battle axe behind him. In front of him, the death knights of the Dark Blade Knights were watching him.

"Wallock, why?"

There was a trace of heavyness and sorrow in Glokush's gray eyes. He looked at Vallok Sarufar who was left alone in front of the Dark Portal. He whispered:

"You could have lived with your family, you could have watched your son grow up, Tyrion already said, you don't need to fulfill that promise... why bother?"

"I'm Warlock Saurfang! Brox's brother!"

The orc warlord held the tomahawk in both hands, and he growled to:

"I can sacrifice everything for the people, but I can't allow myself to betray the tribe... the betrayal's end, only death! I will shed the last drop of blood for the tribe! Come on, Blackham, kill me here! Let me Dead like a real orc warrior!"

"Ugh..."

Glokus took a step back, Luminas, Roglio and the two blood mage clenched their weapons. They stepped forward. Before the fierce battle between the two sides began, Saurfang looked at Glokus who turned and left. , He shouted loudly:

"Tell me! Blackhan, is it worth it? You abandoned everything and became a liar, a coward, a lunatic after death! Is it worth it?"

"I fight for the tribe! You... who are you fighting for?"

"worth it!"

"Look around you, Warlock, the shameless blackhands that made Draenor the present, those shameless black hands hidden from fate, those who see us as chess pieces and victims, those who wantonly fiddle with the two worlds just to Satisfy foes who are dirty and fun...I will find them one day! That is the meaning of my arms still tight after my death!"

The shout stopped Glokus's footsteps. He turned around and looked at Saurfang with gray eyes. He replied word by word:

"Why did I die? Why did I fight!"

"Warlock Saurfang, the hero of the tribe... all the way!"

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