Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The reinforcements from Kalimdor have arrived and the whole army is retreating! Ready to transfer! Hurry!"

The emissaries of the emperor Lothar conveyed the emperor’s orders everywhere on the battlefield under the night. Because the Dark Blade Legion sent a part of the military force to the remaining fleet of Dai Lin to resist those Kalimdor’s reinforcements, the front battlefield also appeared. With a little gap, this is the last chance for the exhausted human soldiers.

On the north coast near Whispering Harbor, on the battlefield of another human transfer point, the battle here is as cruel as the frontal battlefield, and the commander of the war here is another big knight Tirion Fording, and before the battle, Arthas Menethil was sent here.

The reason for Lordaeron’s new king to stay on the north coast is simple. The civilians evacuated from Lordaeron are here. In the sorrow of his grief, he no longer wants to let himself lose anything.

After the emperor's heralds arrived here, the commander of the North Coast battlefield, Notting, not only learned the reason for the retreat, but also learned about the frontal battlefield.

"The King of Dark Blades appeared on the battlefield, and Emperor Lothar was dragged down by him!"

The **** knight raised the warhammer and shouted to King Lordaeron behind him:

"Your Majesty Arthas! Please take the people here and you will soon have reinforcements to help you evacuate... Kurtaz, follow me, we are going to the frontal battlefield, Silver Hand and Terry Ang has some accounts to calculate!"

After that, the Grand Knight took the angry dwarf Paladin Lord, and the last combative, not tired Paladin rushed out of the fortress, Alsace watched them hacked all the way in the undead group Gesture, he looks like following Fording to find Tyrion, but he can't.

Behind him, there are tens of thousands of his people, he can not leave them at this time.

"Sassarian, you take the fighting guards to help the Grand Knight!"

At the order of the new king, the young lieutenant immediately nodded, followed by a team of guards and rushed to the frontal battlefield following the footsteps of the knight, and less than 5 minutes after they left, the chief of guards who was standing beside the king Farrek found the weirdness of the North Coast battlefield, he shouted loudly:

"Your Majesty, look over there, the undead are retreating!"

This shout made Alsace, who was tired and resting against the wall, immediately raised his head. Under the dark night in front of him, the undead who had originally surrounded the North Coast did slowly retreat, but they did not retreat fully, because there was a The strange army, while other undead retreat, they are advancing.

The death knights riding on skeleton warhorse dresses are not the same as other undead. Compared with the orthodox death knights, these guys are more like the guards of the human kingdom. The dead guards are dressed in gold. Beside the undead knight in armor.

"New King Arthas...I'll say goodbye to you."

The golden armoured soul shouted in a hoarse and hollow voice:

"Come on, come out and face me."

This sound is not like any person Alsace has ever heard. According to the situation at this time, he does not need to venture out of the fortress, but deep in his heart, his instinct is urging him out of the fortress like crazy. This is the same as an extremely important moment.

In the end, the new king was accompanied by a loyal guard, standing at the highest point of the fortress wall. He looked at the figure behind the skeleton horse in golden armor. He frowned and shouted:

"who are you?"

"Oh, I have a name that you must be familiar with..."

The golden armor reached out his hand and slowly took off his helmet dotted with red feathers. At the moment his thin face appeared, Arthas put his finger on the edge of the wall and tightened it sturdily. At this moment, the stones were completely crushed by the great force bursting between the fingers of the young king.

While he looked at the undead, the undead was also looking at him. Under the eyes of the deep blue eyes, Arthas couldn't even say a word. Behind him, the loyal bodyguard Farrek He and Marveen also looked at each other in shock. The two clenched their weapons, but they didn't know whether they should pull it out.

"My name is... Terenas Menethil, I am one of the forgotten kings..."

The death lord Terenas waved his hands. Those Royal Guards who lived with the same loyalty as the post-mortem retreat slowly. Terenas turned over and dismounted, and took over the guard who handed over it, and the seal was carved with runes. The golden sword, he looked up and looked at the new king on the city wall, as before, beckoning to him:

"Come on, Lordaeron's new king, this is the internal affairs of the Menethil family...Let's solve it in a family heritage way."

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"The frontal battlefield is in front, Kurtaz, can it still hold up?"

Fording, the great knight on the war horse, glanced back at the dwarf paladin lord who was following him. Kurtaz grabbed his messy beard and said in a low voice:

"Of course, Verding, don't underestimate me. I was baptized with you. I am still a powerful dwarf. I am not weaker than you."

"That's good!"

Fording turned his head and took a deep breath, intending to rush into the frontal battlefield all the way, but as they crossed the mountain between the two coasts, on their way to the battlefield in front of them, a dead, complete The armed corps just happened to be in front of them.

"Revived"

Between the horses screaming, this fast-paced Paladin team had to stop because there were too many enemies in front of it.

"boom"

The heavy warhammer and the battle axe collided together. A small but solid figure came out of the guards of the death knights. He rode behind a specially summoned death war sheep, which was covered with solid armor. On the armor, the history of the dwarves is carved, which is a miniature carved mural and a legendary epic about the king of the mountains.

This is obviously from the hands of the top forging master.

When he saw the low figure on the war sheep, Kurtaz, the dwarf paladin lord, exclaimed:

"The hammer is on...magni!"

"boom"

There was another symphony of warhammer and battle axe. This time Fording clearly saw the sparks and thunder from the collision between the two weapons. In front of him, the king of the copper-beard dwarf was wearing black armor cast by himself He wore a grim shoulder armor that dotted the ram's head on his shoulders, and he didn't wear a helmet, but that blond hair had become completely dark gold, and the beard was the same.

"This is a battle between dwarves...Humans, get out!"

Magni was not in a mood to talk too much to the living people in front of him. On the one hand, it was because of the instinctive aversion of the dead like him to deal with the living people again. The King fulfilled his own promise.

Magni is very clear that whether or not that promise can be fulfilled is extremely important to those who survived in Northern Xinjiang, but for any important and sacred mission, there must be a victim.

"Fording, take the knights away! To support Lothar."

Kurtaz took off his warhammer from behind, and he shouted loudly without looking back:

"Dwarves, fellow citizens, it's time to prove your courage...you all know Magni, he suffered a terrible fate, it's time to free him..."

"Charge! For Kazmodan!"

The old dwarf Kurtaz roared, and the clan's war sheep did not make a sound, lowered his head and slammed into the opposite Magni. The latter also grabbed the weapon and controlled the war sheep with a dwarf-specific rage momentum. Dashing into Kurtaz, behind them, there were dwarves rushing out of the positions of both sides, one side noisy and the other dead.

But in terms of numbers, the number of dead dwarves under the command of Magni is much larger than that of the dwarves Paladins of Kurtaz.

"Wow"

The two-handed Warhammer shining with the Holy Light and the one-handed weapon wrapped in death energy hit the waves of energy between the staggers, and Kultaz’s heroic voice was in the ears of Fording and the remaining Paladins who gripped the weapon. Sounded:

"Go help Lothar!"

"This is my destiny...let me face it alone!"

"Don't underestimate me... Old Fording!"

"boom"

The dazzling scorching light exploded on Kurtaz’s short body. He roared, like a crazy fighter, leaping from the war sheep with the warhammer, and the opposite magni from The war sheep fell down, and the two dwarves wrestled together. Although they looked funny, the aftermath of energy erupting from the battlefield of the two people made people laugh.

"We... let's go!"

Fording gritted his teeth, he finally looked back at the battlefield with light and shadow behind him, took the remaining Paladin over the dwarf death knight's line of defense, and continued to rush towards the front battlefield, while Lieutenant Sassarian followed behind When he left the battlefield, he looked back at Kurtaz, who had fought with Magni. Eventually, the **** young man shouted loudly:

"Don't die! Old dwarf, after the war...I invite you to drink!"

After the last Paladin left, Kurtas waved his warhammer, and with a roar, he drove the death lord Magni back dozens of steps. He breathlessly leaned on the hammer and released a small wine from his waist. The pot was filled in one bite, and then the jug was thrown aside. He wiped his beard and smiled at the death lord in front of him.

"Have you heard? Magni, someone wants me to drink..."

"Wow"

The figure of the dwarf paladin lord was surrounded by the intense light at this moment. He rose from the ground like a cannonball and smashed fiercely to the king of bronze whiskers in front of him.

"So, this battle...I can't lose!!!"

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"They should have fought."

In the battle between the living and the undead, the two sides are about to hit their dogs' heads, but in another place in northern Xinjiang, it is still the scene of Wang Jianwang, but it seems unusually calm, even with a touch of warmth.

Moira Bronzebeard, the queen of the bronze beard dwarf, handed the baby in her arms to the cramped black iron dwarf in front of her, this queen lady who always led the copper beard survivors with perseverance and spirit At this time, the face was full of happiness.

And beside her, the armor was faded away, and Dagran Sorison, who had put on his robe, took the sleeping baby clumsily. He tried to recover all the energy of death in his body. With some stiff hands, gently Holding his son, shaking his body slightly in place.

Although he was already a deceased, thanks to the "spirit of liberty" of the dark blade, even the Black Iron Emperor who refused to obey Tyrion’s orders, there is now a set of his own mansion in the Darkhearted City , There are some guards who are loyal to the Thorison family. He is completely free, but the black iron emperor has made little except for drunken blood wine, scolding Tyrion and greeting his grandfather women. Any overstepping moves.

The Thorison family has nothing, so Daglan will protect everything he still has at all costs. For this reason, he is even willing to creep before killing his enemy's throne.

"It's so cute, look at his eyes, much like you."

Emperor Thorison seemed to see the most beautiful baby he had dug in his life. He whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Look at this wrist, it looks like me."

He hugged his son tightly, then raised his head and looked at his long-lost wife, Moira was also looking at him, the two did not speak, but at this moment, the gap between the living and the dead Has been completely smoothed out, although the deceased has no tears.

"Dagrand, let's go with me... We are going to Northrend to start a new life. You also said that as long as you don't do betrayal, Tyrion will not..."

"No, no! My dear, I'm sorry, I can't walk you through the next path."

Thorison reluctantly handed his blood to his wife. With his cold lips, he left a kiss of the dead on Moira’s forehead, and then took a step back, the most secret in Hinterland. In the jungle, the death lord of the black iron, the last member of the forgotten kings, he carefully took out two small bottles of one red and one green from his purse, and handed the warm and peaceful potion Moira.

"I used it to exchange my freedom after death... From now on, I will become Tyrion's running dog..."

"But it's worth it. You and my son have inherited the sacred bloodlines of bronze whiskers and black iron. After all, he will become the next king of the mountains! I have used everything I have for the future of our children."

"Dragon King's blood and life juice, with them, my son will eventually become the king of all dwarves!"

"This little guy will glorify his father, his mother, his blood and mission...Go, Moira, take the child out of this land that will be ruled by the dead... don’t worry about me , My wife, my beloved, Dagran Sorrison’s heart is cold, and it has burned out for you."

"Go, go! Never look back..."

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