Azeroth’s Death Track

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All waiting is a process, and as long as it is a process, there will be results.

The star-studded Obal Olgalon, standing alone, stands alone on an asteroid on the edge of the Azeroth star zone. In this lonely world, he is like a lonely watchman He is waiting patiently, waiting for the arrival of every important node.

He seemed to be standing on an invisible line.

Behind him is hope.

It is a group of lives that have stepped into the battlefield of doomsday. They long for the hope of survival, derived from the instinctive desire for survival in life, let them overcome fear and cowardice, let them stay on top of their own world, with their own weakness Weapons and body, trying to block the most powerful creatures in this group of stars and his destroyer.

In front of him, despair.

He is a tyrant who has witnessed the cataclysm and has chosen to slaughter the starry sky. He will use his own strength to bury this disastrous world, and try to breed a perfect era in the ashes of all endings. He drove the craziest and most brutal creatures in the stars as his warriors. His army almost killed most of the stars. The destructive momentum they accumulated made the civilizations shivering in the shadows of the stars hardly dare to be straight with them. Depending on.

This is a war of hope and despair. No matter who wins or loses, this era of stars will end.

Olgalon stood quietly on the highest peak of this barren world, he looked at the dark stars, he belongs to the hope side, he will be the frontline sentry, he will be the messenger of the war, and the unwilling group behind him For the destroying soldiers, the first horn of the war was sounded.

Olgalon is not a flesh and blood mortal. He is a unique life form among the stars and a member of the Pantheon's order system. It is precisely because their race is sensible enough that they will not be judged by other factors, so they will be judged by the Titans. We have given the mission to observe and evaluate the development of civilization in all worlds with Titan power. Once civilization breaks away from the perfect blueprint planned by the Titans, then Olgalon has the right to reshape the world.

He has done so many times in the endless time of the past, and what happened in Azeroth was an accident.

The life in this world has not grown according to the life blueprint planned by the Titans from the beginning. They were born in the curse of steel and the power of the void, a life not recognized by the Titans, a life that should be destroyed, and that world is still hidden. With the ancient gods who are getting out of trouble, even the spirits of the world have traces of being corroded by the void, then... that is not a world that should continue to exist.

It must be reshaped!

Olgalon had planned to fulfill the mission of the world observer again, but the powerful death monarch prevented his action, and the guardians who should have been loyal to the Pantheon stood on the side of the death monarch.

The initial compromise was to save the souls of the trapped Titans. Olgalon did not give up his plan to reshape Azeroth. He was waiting for the opportunity. He was observing and observing the social system of imperfect lives. And their civilized characteristics.

Like his mission, he is a perfect observer.

Then he saw those creatures, those imperfect creatures, and their bold counterattacks among the demonic demons.

They defeated Marton, the base camp of the devil.

They save their own world, pull out the erosion of the void, they kill the ancient god.

They even brought Argus back to their own world from the stars, and drove the demon out of the abandoned land.

They even dared to face the fallen Titan Agrama, and they defeated him.

They have achieved a feat that no one in the stars has ever done.

And now, in the face of Sargeras, in the face of the undefeated dark Titan, they have no fear, no compromise, they are preparing for war, a war against ants against giants, they are not overwhelmed by despair and violence, they are in Try to fight back...

The world itself is trying to fight back.

Olgalon fully recorded all this. He saw the efforts and struggles of those imperfect, even deviant lives in that imperfect world. They have done too much, they have paid too much, they The efforts are amazing, and their thirst for survival is also shocking.

They have done so much...If they fail, even the cold and sensible observers like Olgalon will feel pity...

That's right... that is indeed an imperfect world.

But it is worth saving.

It is worth a victory.

It is more worthy of embracing hope than any civilization in the stars.

Olgalon feels that he is also affected. Does he feel that he used to be too harsh on civilizations that have broken away from the blueprint of life? Is the "perfect" demanded by his Titan master really the real "perfect"?

Maybe...not always.

"Om"

A stream of crimson stream appeared at the end of Olgalon's horizon, like a round of the sun, no, it was hotter than the sun, and a hundred times larger than the sun, it was the burning light shining on the stars.

The world observer rushed into the stars, and between the starlights, he saw the distant stars, like giants in mythology, wandering forward among the stars.

A figure bigger than the star, bringing destruction, destroying the figure of hope, surrounded by endless burning demons, as if it were the dark gods of demons, he finally came here.

And behind him...

Everything

All become ashes...

"Sagras."

Olgalon saw the body wrapped in the burning flame of a star, the body of the terrifying and amazing Titan, he knew that it was the dark Titan Sargeras, he came here from the battlefield of stars, he came personally.. . Execution of punishment for destruction and ashes.

"he came."

Olgalon said a spar among his opponents, and then crushed the spar.

He stood so quietly among the stars, watching Sargeras step by step into the endless stars of Azeroth’s interest, watching the truly endless demons who were enough to destroy the entire star zone to follow Take their gods into this battlefield.

He didn't stop or escape.

He is an observer...

He wants to keep a complete record of everything, no matter... whether it is a win or a loss.

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"he came."

Olgalon's lack of emotional voice sounded in the lonely castle of the dead world, like a wind of trouble, waking up the closed-eyed lord.

Tyrion sits quietly on his throne. There is no one in this hall. The War Machine of the Dark Blades is already in place. Only with his order can he go to the battlefield. The world of Azeroth may Not fully prepared, but the time for the war has come.

No time...

There was peace in Tyrion’s right eye, like a sculpture without emotion. He had done his best to do everything. Everything, what was decided, what was undecided, what was going to happen, what had been settled Yes, it has nothing to do with him.

Life and death are a line. He is already on the other side of the line. Whether the life is a victory or a failure is a result he cannot guess.

He cannot influence it, nor does he want to influence it.

The world of Azeroth was pushed into another unknown path in his hands, and this battle is the last node of that world into the path of fate.

This is a...test.

It is a blaze, it will burn the residue.

It is a piece of iron felt, and it will be knocked weak.

Was he buried in flames?

Or rebirth?

The Lord Lord moved his shoulders a bit, and he left this question behind his head. He no longer needs to think so much. This is the most difficult battle, but it will also be the most relaxed battle.

There is no more burden, no more pressure.

Only the flame in the will.

Then, let it go.

Lord Lord stood up, a black trench coat fluttered behind him, he opened his hands, a chain of colorful lights strung on his wrist like a bracelet, he raised his head and wandered forward.

"Om"

The door of the Lonely Castle was slowly pushed open, and the halo from the dead world shone on the Lord, casting a gloomy shadow behind him. He took a step and stepped into the light. Behind him, only total darkness.

"If I never go back..."

Tyrion nodded slightly to the three swordsmen around him. He said:

"Then you are truly free."

"We will not have other owners."

The Ashbringer with the war helmet kneeled down on one knee, just like a real knight. He put his left hand on his chest, and he said sternly, seriously, seriously:

"No one can match you."

There was a smile on the big lord’s mouth, and he shook his head:

"You already have a body and a soul that yearns for freedom. My story has come to an end. You should also have your own story. Go, don't fall in love."

Lord Lord took another step forward. He looked at the dead star sea above his head. He closed his eyes slightly, as if feeling the wind of the dead world. He spoke in a voice so low that only he could hear, like Yes, in conversation with his creator.

At this moment, Tyrion, at this moment his soul, is unbelievably calm.

"It emits a breeze..."

"And what it wants to harvest is a storm."

"listen..."

The figure of the high lord is like the sand and sand blown by the wind, and then dissipated in the wind of the dead world. His voice still echoed on the steps of the castle, like a whisper in the wind.

"storm."

"coming..."

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"he came!"

Observer Olgalon's news also sounded in the information hall of the Azeroth Civilization Command, and within two minutes, the news reached all commanders' ears.

The coalition forces have never been able to decide on a commander with an overview of the whole, so they simply divided the various war zones and shared all the intelligence. The top commanders of various civilizations gathered together to form the war headquarters, and Garod. Shadow Song, this The legendary commander who has commanded the battles of the ancients has become the supreme combat staff coordinating various war zones.

He is the nominal commander, he is under terrible pressure.

In the past few days, the atmosphere in the War Command has been very depressing, and even the always calm and calm Gallode Shadow Song has been infected with the bad habit of smoking, a legend who has experienced and commanded the battle of the ancients. The commander-in-chief is so irritable, and the pressure of other generals and marshals is even more imaginable.

This is the sense of life. Waiting time is always the most difficult. It is like, if you tell a person the day of his death, then the rest of his life will be spent in anxiety. That is simply the most in the world. Terrible torture.

And the moment when the disaster really happened was the end of this terrible torture.

Either win or lose!

Either live or die!

Anyway, even if it hangs, there is still the dead world that contains the souls of the warriors...If you are not afraid of death, what else do the soldiers need to fear?

"boom"

The unshaven Gallod Shadowsong clenched his fists. A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the legendary night elf commander. He stood up and looked at the others at the command table. He said in a deep voice:

"The time is up, friends, Sargeras is here. The choice between life and death is no longer in our hands. Next, there will be only a desperate battle!"

"I've been impatient for waiting!"

Old Orc Blox clenched his fists, and his pair of scarlet eyes were full of thin spray, and the fighting intention of burning like flames, he shouted:

"There is no need to discuss anything anymore, we have discussed the plan several hundred times over and over, let's fight!"

"Well, it is."

The old marshal Wen De Sole coughed a few times, and in the wheelchair, he also clenched the sword handle at his hand. His open-hearted voice said:

"Too much thinking, sometimes not a good thing. No one of us has experienced such a big scene... simply, let it go."

"agree!"

"agree!"

"it is good!"

"This war gives us the meaning of survival, and gives us the hope of existence, friends..."

The slender Gallod picked up the glass from the guard next to him. He raised the glass and said to the other commanders:

"Drink this decisive wine and let the glory of Azeroth civilization..."

"Let's fall on the blade!"

"Wow"

All the commanders present, including the elven ranger general Ms. Sylvanas, sipped away the fine wine in their hands, the commanders encouraged each other, said goodbye, and then stepped into their own war zone, in the world of Argus On three grounds, millions of warriors have already prepared.

The tank was roaring, the fighter plane was soaring, the starship was lying between the stars, and the will of the warriors hunted like flying flags.

This is a war with no future. This is a war without negotiation.

They have no more choices, only... to fight to the end!

In the headquarters, Garod’s aide, Ranger General Ryan Wolfrunner from Ashenvale whispered to his chief:

"Those empties, they have begun to summon Dimensius, the devourer of the realms, I heard that it is a powerful void creature, maybe it can buy us some more time..."

"Do not!"

Jarod shook his head:

"Don't pin your hopes on those things, Ryan, this is the war of Azeroth, this is our war! Announce the druids, now enter the "Leviathan" incubation program, 8 hours... We will stick to that time!"

After this, the elf commander picked up the microphone at hand, and his deep, hoarse voice sounded in every trench in the entire world of Argus at the next moment:

"Argus' warriors! I'm Jarod Shadowsong, your commander!"

"In the next 8 hours, I will stay with you in this doomsday wasteland. We will be ruthlessly attacked by demons. We may be defeated. We may die. We may fail...but When you feel fear, when you are terrified by demons, warriors! Look back..."

"Behind us is Azeroth! Behind us is our hometown, our loved ones... we have no way back!"

"I'm an elf, I'm not used to swearing, but now, sergeants! Brothers...hold your weapons, join me... and kill the demons and their mad masters who should go to hell! "

"For victory! For Azeroth!"

The entire world of Argus was quiet for a few seconds, and then, the cry was like the craziest tide, surging on the wasteland of this end, among the commanders, the cry of the officers and men, Garod The loud voice resounded through this world once again.

"With the power given to me by all civilizations of Azeroth... I declare!"

"Codename,'End Game' Fight..."

"Start!!!"

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