Azeroth’s Death Track

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On the sandy beach of Kazak’s death, the dark-edged death lords silently formed an encircling net under the direction of the high lord. The prey in the net was the draenei who had just fought together. Prophet... Velen.

The old prophet with his staff slightly closed his eyes, he didn't seem to feel the potential threat.

But the next moment, his old fingers flicked on the pendant made of broken purple crystals around his waist. A thick magic power was drawn. The weak prophet returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and attacked in the sky. At this moment, the demon forbidden spaceship quietly moved to the top of the beach battlefield.

It was only then that Velen opened his eyes and looked at Tyrion meaningfully. There was only a calm in the latter's eyes, and the Prophet smiled and said:

"I am honored to share with you the glory of victory, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, and I also thank you for helping me fight the enemy."

"I also thank you for your last moment, Prophet."

Tyrion waved his hand, and the death lords stepped back a few steps. They walked to Kazak's body and began to collect the "material" that could be used on the demon.

The death lord and the prophet looked at each other, and he whispered:

"Without your help, we can't easily defeat the demon lord...but the war is not over, the demon remnants are all over Draenor, and we are destined to be busy for the next period of time."

"And what I want to say is that after being busy, maybe we can choose a place to sit down and talk."

The light in Tyrion's eyes darkened. He looked at the Prophet. After a moment of silence, he said:

"About Azeroth, about the draenei, and the future of this world."

The Prophet rubbed the black rosary in his hand, and his eyes were beating with light of thought. After a few seconds, he sighed and asked with some regret:

"So, are the draenei and undead still destined to share this world?"

Tyrion didn't answer this question. He walked towards the beach with Nasa's help. When he left, he looked back at the Prophet and said softly:

"This question, we will talk about it later... At least for now, enjoy the hard-won victory with your people, Prophet."

Velen stood on the beach, he watched Tyrion leave, and looked back at the battlefield near the pool of Agona, lost the leader, lost the portal, and the demons surrounded by a huge number of undead had already It has begun to break through. In the foreseeable future, these scattered demons will definitely become the biggest hidden danger in the world of Draenor.

But... that's the future.

The Prophet breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to call the Forbidden Destroyer. He saw the death lord Serent carrying a black, **** demon horn approaching him. The death lord handed Kazak's demon horn to the prophet. There are no other emotions in the gray eyes of the elf, he said dryly:

"Tirion asked me to give this to you... as a commemoration, he said that the murderer's falcon might bring some comfort to your people."

The Prophet looked at the **** demon horn. As a devout believer of the Holy Light, he did not like these barbaric trophies very much, but he had to admit that the death lord said right now that he might not need this Trophy to prove himself, but his people must need it to inspire the will.

So the Prophet nodded slightly, he stretched out his fingers, wiped the black devil's horn like a sharp blade with a gentle light, and wiped the blood above, Velen took the heavy booty, and his eyes shone with a gentle Smiling, said to Serent:

"Then, thank me Mr. Tyrion for me."

"Om"

In the beating of the light blue light, the figure of the Prophet disappeared on this beach, while on the other side, the body of Terion, who was supported by Nasa, shuddered violently, and the blood watcher immediately felt the power of the death knight Disappearing, like a weak patient, almost lost control of the body. Before coma, Tyrion gritted his teeth and said:

"Send me... back to the Temple of Darkness, this news...confidential! Let, let Otham come!"

Having said that, under the turbulent energy of the body, as soon as his eyes were black, he was completely comatose, and Nasa stood in the same place, holding Tyrion, a flash of repressive glare flashed in her eyes, but in the end, she Still holding Tyrion in his arms with an ambiguous gesture, and then quietly disappeared on the edge of this chaotic battlefield.

Three days after Kazak's death, in the hall of the dark temple that resurfaced to the sky, the death lords gathered together again and opened the monthly council of death lords.

Although the undeads lacked feelings, the atmosphere of this meeting was obviously much happier. After all, they defeated the Burning Legion. This is a rare and precious victory.

Luminas, Yrel, and Alanka Peak Forest’s Queen Lexi sat together, chatting and chatting about some girls’ topics, while Serent and Roglio also whispered. In other words, Glokush and Saurfang sat quietly in their chairs. Both of the orc death knights did not like to talk much.

They are waiting for the meeting to start, but this time the two blood mage are absent. It is said that they are performing the Lich Transformation Ceremony of Human Archmage Khadgar. This stuff is very important, so the death lords can understand.

"boom"

The door of the Parliament Hall was pushed open. In the guards of two high-level death knights, Aurelia in a robe walked into the hall. She sat elegantly in the position belonging to Tyrion. This action made the whole hall The atmosphere in becomes strange.

Aurelia looked around for a week, and in a silent atmosphere, she said:

"My husband Tyrion is currently dealing with some confidential matters. He is unable to attend this meeting, so I will replace him for the time being. In addition, before this meeting starts, I will introduce a new friend to everyone. "

The Windrunner, known as the Blood Mother, stood up, her scarlet eyes blinked and said softly:

"He will be a new member of the Council of Death Lords...you, let us welcome our new partners."

Aurelia's voice fell, and the door of the conference hall was pushed open again. In the eyes of everyone, a slender figure appeared at the door. He was wearing a bright red robe with a dark phoenix carved in his hand. The scepter made of keel, long gray hair scattered randomly on the shoulders, and on the beautiful cheeks, there were a pair of scarlet eyes exactly like Aurelia.

As he moved forward, the surging magic power and the unknowing **** smell wrapped around him, representing his strength and identity.

A Salin, born after Tyrion, the first pure blood elf, is not a semi-finished product like a blood mage, but a real, natural Salin.

"Myra!"

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the death lord Luminas. She stood up and walked quickly to her lover, who smiled and hugged his wife. Under the eyes of the eyes, the two were like glue, and no one was kissing. Together.

"Bang bang"

A few seconds later, Aurelia knocked on the table and said helplessly:

"Pay attention to the image, the two death lords, everyone is watching!"

The unforgettable kiss was interrupted, Miss Lumi stood a little shyly and lowered her head, while Myra. Dawn's Blade fell generously in front of everyone's eyes. He used Salin's hoarseness and contained a hint of magnetic The voice said:

"Everyone knows me, Myra Dawnblade, a mage from Quel'Thalas, a former paladin, one of the last descendants of the Dawnblade family, and today, I volunteer to join the Darkblade Knights. . In the days to come, I will fight alongside you!"

"Of course, congratulations on your victory over the terrible Burning Legion. This is a brilliant victory.

Yrel was the first to applaud, and other death lords also clapped their palms at random, the applause was somewhat sparse, but this does not mean that they despised Myra. In fact, for the dead, this sparse applause, It already represents a warm welcome.

But the death lords are all arrogant guys. Welcome does not mean recognition. Whether Myra is qualified to be a death lord really depends on his performance afterwards, as Tyrion said. Need waste.

"Seat it, Myra."

Aurelia waved her hand, and the blood lord sat next to Serent. The crowd was silent for a moment. The Windrunner propped his left hand on the table and propped his chin. He said somewhat casually:

"So, let's start the regular report, everyone."

"I'll come first."

Luminas nodded toward the others, stood up, and injected death energy into the table in front of him. With the Necromantic Circle activated, a complete map of Draenor appeared in front of everyone.

"From 3 days ago to the present, the garrison team launched an operation to eliminate the remaining demons in the Hellfire Peninsula, but the progress was not smooth. My team has suffered heavy losses in the two demon wars. Until now, I have been under my command Less than 900 death knights remained, and only 10,000 undead infantry remained."

Luminas had a bitter smile on his face:

"I lost two-thirds of the military power, and even the basic formation of the battle group is now inadequate. If Queen Leahy did not mobilize the three squadrons of the Howler Legion to support it, I would be unable to suppress the entire Hellfire Peninsula. .. there are too many demons left here."

"The Orkington team can draw 500 knights to support you. In the battle 3 days ago, we also lost at least a quarter of the military."

Serent said with some embarrassment:

"There are also demons entrenched near Talado’s headquarters, especially at the edge of the Terokkar Forest. In the deserted mountain woodlands that originally belonged to the crows of the exiles, there are a large number of demonic warlocks entrenched there. To make matters worse, we There is enough evidence to prove that those demons have seduced a group of refugees in the city of Shattrath, those humble and lowly guys, under our noses, and those demons secretly offering money to them, which is unbearable. of!"

"I have decided to start a raid in the last few days to completely destroy the demonic remnants there."

Serent held out his hand and made a "cut down" gesture. The murderous words fell, and Queen Rex uttered a low hiss. Her bird's eyes were fixed on Luminas. She whispered:

"The Alanka Howler Legion may not be able to draw much power. The demon invaded Nagrand, forcing the local Tiger tribe to cross the border and invade Alanka again. The first batch of Cali birds will soon hatch, I must give priority to guarantee My national security."

"So Queen Lexi and the Aranka warfare will send troops to destroy those brave tigers."

Yrel patted Luminas on the shoulder. She said:

"Although the loss of the Alanka clan is slight, the number of my clan is the smallest. Mr. Glokus also needs support in Nagrand. The demons seem to intend to occupy the orc’s holy site, Voshugu, and it is Yesterday, our scout discovered some weird creatures that appeared near Woshugu, which we have never seen before."

Yrel frowned and said:

"They seem to be quietly entering the world with the devil."

Glokus also nodded and said:

"Well, Commander Yrel said it was right. It was a bandage all over the body, and it would use strange space magic to move. It claimed to be a "Void Spirit" force. In fact, it was in Nag more than a year ago. I found them on the edge of the blue grassland, but it may be because of the attack of the demon, they suddenly disappeared, and now, they began to appear on a large scale."

The old orc's tone was a little blunt:

"Although it is unclear their purpose, there is no doubt that these guys are a hidden threat. In addition, a group of demons broke into the ruins of the overhanging fortress in the west of Nagrand, and our psychic circle was destroyed there. , The action to call for ogres has to be pushed back."

The last speaker was the silent Saurfang, the orc is currently in charge of the investigation and strategic operations of Gorgrond. He said very briefly:

"The army of Gorgrond couldn't draw any more support... The forest over there was abnormally active. The wood spirits that had been extinct for nearly 200 years in the orc records appeared again. They began to go into exile with Gorgrond. Ogre tribes are fighting for the territory, and it is foreseeable that there will be no peace there for at least the next 2 years."

Saurfang said with regret:

"Unfortunately too few knights and soldiers were assigned to me, and I was unable to intervene in their war."

After everyone expressed their opinions, the atmosphere of the Parliament became heavy again. Although they defeated the demon, the situation was still very bad. Aurelia sighed and said helplessly:

"It seems that the area we rule has been infiltrated by the remaining demons, the cost of victory is so expensive, the cannon fodder is almost completely destroyed, the lower knights lost two thirds, and the high-level combat power lost one third. It’s almost an overnight return to the most embarrassing era of Dark Edge."

"This is not the worst, Aurelia."

Serent's complexion said:

"The development of Oakington Necropolis has reached the final stage. Even if we call all the remaining dead, we can't make up for the gap of the war... This world is too small. It lived here when it was at its peak. Will not exceed 5 million lives, and we are prosperous based on the prosperity of the living."

"We need a new world!"

Glokus increased his tone: "Otherwise, we will be stuck here, and the demons... they will not give up invading Draenor again, we must find new resources to add!"

"If the situation continues to deteriorate, then the next day of demonic invasion will be when we are destroyed."

At the same time, in the remote Shattrath City, the most secret room on the third floor of the Tianya Tavern.

"IMHO, Mr. Tyrion."

The Prophet Velen ugly said to Tyrion:

"Your request is too much, the draenei cannot agree!"

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