Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tyrion did not misunderstand the state of Bang Sandy.

But he misunderstood the reasons for the weakening of Bondi Sandi’s power. Death, death is never a force that can be convincing. At the moment of life and death crisis, the trolls will believe that Sando Bondi will pass the danger, but once the danger disappears, The trolls will soon switch to other Loa, such as the power **** Rezan, such as the conspiracy **** Shadra.

Bang Sandy has been the longest and oldest of all Loa, but his position is also so embarrassing.

The trolls traditionally adore many things that they cannot understand. In the ancient world, the incredible beasts, the souls with mysterious power, and the most powerful and wisest among the clan will be called Loa, the gods of the trolls.

This led to a huge number of Loa that the trolls believed in after ten million years, most of them existed in the state of soul, and they were very weak, at least for Tyrion at this time.

But the existence of these Loa has severely thinned the number of other Loa believers, especially for the death, the number of souls that control directly determines whether the strength is strong. Look at the place where Bang Sandy lives, one is about to collapse It is clear that the shattered temple has not been rested for at least a few hundred years, which has already proved the bad situation of Bang Sandi at this time.

He needed help, and Tyrion needed the information he wanted, and the basis for cooperation emerged. Therefore, after the two sides fought, the two sides finally chatted.

They talked a lot, about the Hades, the beliefs about the trolls, and the secrets about the abyss of the underworld and Wagri, although Bang Sandy is now down, but his glorious history is not bragging, he accompanied the troll civilization Born together, in his memory, there are many hidden secrets before history.

"Hey, hey, do you want Old Sandy to risk angering Hella's mad woman and help you catch those wagleys who like to go about business?"

The troll with the skull mask smiled slyly. After a while, he stopped the weird laughter. After the skull mask, those eyes stared at Tyrion:

"This is a very dangerous thing, so if you want Old Bang Sandy to help, you have to show your sincerity and sign a contract with me. All the souls of the creatures killed by you must belong to Old Bang. Sandy!"

"This is impossible!"

Tyrion refused the request of the lion's big opening. He sat cross-legged on the ground and said to the troll's death:

"I am also ambitious. My friend Bon Sandy, I also need some souls...so we can modify this contract, you are the troll’s grim reaper, so all the trolls killed by the Dark Blade Knights All souls belong to you!"

"That's not enough! Friends!"

Bangsandi spread his hands slowly, watching the negotiations stalled. The cunning troll’s eyes turned, and he coughed lightly:

"Of course, it is not impossible, but there is an additional condition."

"Speak, I'm listening."

Tyrion whispered that Bang Sandy shook his head, and Shen Sheng said:

"Haka, the Spirit Destroyer, you may not have heard of it, but it doesn’t matter. The cunning and disgusting **** claimed to be a blood **** and arrogant arrogance. It occupied the faith of the Gurubashi troll, and there, there was It is one of the holy places of believers in Old Bang Sandy, get rid of it! Let the Gurubashi troll feel the constant threat of death!"

"And the threat of death will bring them back to the orthodox faith, and then come to see me with Haka’s head, and I will teach you how to capture those lovely and abominable Wagri... to be honest, there is no mine Help, you dead people have a hard time even seeing them."

"Spirits, just feel weird just listening to this name."

Tyrion propped his chin, a greedy light flashed in his eyes:

"So I think the reward I deserve should be more generous, for example, some information I am very interested in, there are three hells for living people, the abyss of Hell, your harem, and the last one... I can feel that the unknown place fits well with me."

"Tastingo!"

The old troll Reaper snapped his fingers and said "OK" in the troll's words. He held out his hand, and the black fire of the soul was handed to Tyrion's eyes. The King of Dark Blades glanced at Sang Bondi. After Khadgar repeatedly confirmed that this thing was just a contract, and there was no hidden harm, the King of Dark Blades extended his finger, allowing the black fire to wrap around his soul.

As the breath of the Hades became colder and colder, the voice of the troll Reaper became hushed:

"Your souls are very powerful, but I can feel that you haven't discovered the potential of a tyrannical soul...this is a small gift attached...Dark Blade King, soul, remember... The greedy and strong soul is your sharpest weapon!"

"Om"

At the next moment, the souls of Tyrion and Khadgar belonged to the body, and the King of Dark Blade raised his head, and saw that the soul rift in front of him became more dim and could be broken at any time. He extended his finger and touched a faint black flame Jumping at the fingertips, there is no lethality, but reminds him of the real existence of Bang Sandy.

"Alright alright."

The King of Dark Blade shook his head: "There is one more trouble, so be it."

When he had finished speaking, he turned and left the ruin. Khadgar followed him silently, a glimmer of floating light flashed in the silver eyes of the big lich.

A few hours later, in Bangsandi’s Hades, a familiar soul appeared again, sitting directly on his weathered sculpture, busy with a tap of the number of souls, and the troll Grim Reaper looked back suspiciously and saw the Please come guys.

"What are you doing here again? I have signed a contract with your master..."

"That was signed between you and Tyrion, not with me."

Khadgar looked at Bang Sandy calmly. He took the initiative to reach out and said to Bang Sandy:

"There are so many troll clans in the eastern continent, don't you want to gain more believers? Come on, I will help you, and I am more generous than my majesty."

"Hey, interesting."

Bangsang Dimo ​​leaned on his chin: "A traitor with his own careful eyes...Let's guess, did the greedy elf notice your strangeness?"

"This is not a rebellion."

Khadgar frowned and said, "I'm just, just with my majesty, there is some conflict of ideas..."

"Old Bang Sandy doesn't care about these!"

The troll Reaper's body slowly floated in front of Khadgar's eyes. He looked at the big lich, and he said softly:

"So, tell Old Bang Sandy, you, what do you want from me?"

"I want..."

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At dawn, in the town hall of a large town called Lakeside Town, the human stronghold of the Red Ridge Mountains connected to the roads of the Burning Plains, the mayor, Mr. Solomon, was dealing with something that left him stunned.

"You say it again, completely."

The mayor took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Opposite him, there was a **** and embarrassed human major all over his body. He was drinking water with a big mouth and said to the mayor:

"Undead, undead from the Burning Plains, they are peeping at the lakeside town. There are a lot of them. Colonel Nelson took the soldiers to the Molten Trail, but we were ambushed. The colonel died on the spot, including me, Only 12 soldiers fled back... the war is coming, and it is definitely more terrible than the black stone orcs."

"How can there be undead?"

The mayor of Solomon grabbed his hair anxiously, and he walked around the office, but couldn't find a good way.

In the past few years, Red Ridge Mountain has been the front line of the Blackrock Orcs defending the Burning Plains. It has been stationed with a legion and a considerable number of militia groups, but the recent rebellion in the wilderness of the west has taken three points of the Red Ridge Mountain defense force. One is to make the entire front vulnerable. The most important thing is that after many commanders are sent to the western wilderness, the remaining soldiers are currently extremely lacking commanders.

It is difficult for soldiers without proper command to play a real role.

"How many are those undead?"

The mayor of Solomon asked again: "The entire Redridge Mountains currently has 7,500 militia members. Can they block them? Can they support the arrival of Stormwind City?"

"They have fewer than 300 reconnaissance troops, but it is difficult to say how many undead there are."

The major replied somewhat tiredly:

"You also saw the strange birds that flew over the sky of Redridge Mountain yesterday. It's hard to say whether their appearance has anything to do with the undead, but if you look at it from the most pessimistic point of view, I doubt that we might not be able to hold here."

"Then ask for help!"

The mayor gritted his teeth and said, "The night watchman, or the Knights of Stormwind, and the draenei, ask them for help!"

"Another question, mayor, about the front line commander..."

The major said a little bit hard: "We lack the kind of people who can stand alone and are enough to convince the soldiers."

This made the mayor hesitate, but after a while, he seemed determined to say to the major:

"I’ll solve this problem. You go to Stonecastle to report to General Gore and let General prepare for everything. As long as there is something in the lakeside town, you can take it away... I have only one request! Before the people’s retreat is complete , You have to guard the front! By the way, Major, I heard that you have participated in the wars of the Burning Plains. So, have you heard of Keeshan?"

"Kishan?"

The major opened his eyes wide and said softly, "That's my comrade-in-arms. We used to serve together in the Special B company under MI7, but he was dead and died in the final siege of the Blackrock Orcs."

"No, he is not dead."

Mayor Solomon sighed:

"And he's in Lakeside Town now...you say you lack qualified frontline commanders, can Keeshan be competent?"

"Of course he can!"

The tired major stood up and said aloud:

"If Keeshan is not dead, with his past accomplishments, he is at least a colonel now, and he may become a general, and the soldiers of Redridge Mountain have heard the story of the hero of B company. He is certainly no problem. But I am even more curious, since Kee Shaun is not dead, why didn’t he come to see our old brothers? Instead, he’s incognito here?”

"Alas, this question is complicated."

The mayor took the hat and coat from the hanger in his office. He said to the major:

"Let's talk while we walk, but I have to remind you that Keeshan is no longer the hero of the war, the pride of the lakeside town. The war has changed a lot of things, and the war has changed him."

In the Red Ridge Mountains, a place that is on the edge of the kingdom and has many years of war and strong folk customs, the daily entertainment of civilians is always "violent". In the large and dark basement of the lakeside town tavern, the vocals are full of people and the drunk people Together, looking at the two guys who were fighting each other with fists in the humble fighting field in front of them, there was a noisy roar from time to time.

The provisional referee was the old barman in the tavern. He had scattered coins piled up on the dilapidated table in front of his eyes. He seemed to be making a gamble, but in the eyes of the major hidden in the crowd, the naked upper body, only Wearing a pair of pants, punching fiercely like a wild beast, he was beating his opponent, a tall, sturdy boxer who was also naked, tall and sturdy.

Although the two men looked very different in strength, the brown-haired, drunken short man was dominated by death. He flexibly avoided the heavy punch of the fat man, and then punched the inflexible everyone with his fist. Man, in the eyes of the veterans, the outcome has already been revealed.

"How could he become like this? Become a drunk?"

The major's eyes shone with incredulity and pain: "He shouldn't be like this, he should be a hero of the kingdom...not a taunt who mocks! Enough! Enough!"

The excited major stood up to stop the farce, but the mayor held his wrist:

"You want to know why Keeshan doesn't go to you? It's simple, because he feels ashamed of you, he thinks he is a deserter, I heard his story, at the end of the war, he was besieged by black stone orcs, and finally Captive, imprisoned in the Blackstone Tower for three years, and only escaped last fall. He suffered a lot of torture. Those orcs abused him and used him as a drowning...well, in short, his current state is very bad. "

The mayor said with a sigh:

"And you also know that last year it was just the time when the orcs burned the lakeside town. Everyone was full of hatred for the orcs, and even Kishan who had escaped from the orcs was blamed. Everyone blamed him for not protecting the people. Some people say that he will only kill orc babies, and he will be counseled in the face of orc warriors. I know this is not the truth, but the people... angry people are always blind."

"It shouldn't be like this..."

The major muttered to himself, watching the boxing match in front of him win, but was mocked by the drunks around with boos, and the veteran could not bear it anymore, he stood up and strode into the field, Brutally kicked a drunk man with filthy language, then pulled out his long sword and roared:

"Get out! Get out!"

Seeing that the situation was out of control, the mayor stood up and took off his hat. This determined mayor had a high reputation among the civilians, so soon, the entire basement was emptied, but Keeshan seemed to have not seen them. He took a sip from the bottle and sat on the table as if he was a junior. He tapped on his harvest. Behind him, the major calmed his emotions and gave him a military salute:

"Chief John J. Keeshan, Captain Dan Co. Danfoss Karl reports to you!"

The sound of a report only in the army made Drunken Keeshan straighten his body subconsciously, but at the next moment, he returned to the state of not caring, and he shook his hand:

"Danfoss, don't bother me, I'm retired, oh my god, will you keep me quiet for a few days?"

Mayor Solomon leaned aside. He looked at Keeshan, and he said softly:

"Veterans, your country, your people, need you now."

"Need me? Do you need me to fight?"

The drunken veteran turned his head to look at the mayor, revealing a hint of taunt:

"Do you want me to help them? Help those who would rather slap me than smile at me? Sorry, I refuse!"

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