Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I feel it, your expectation...your desire, Arthas Menethil, you are eager for power..."

"For the sake of justice and the blade of destruction, you remind me of an old friend... you are very similar, unexpectedly similar, maybe you can go the same way as him..."

"Come on, wait for the day you make up your mind, come to Northrend..."

"Endless winds and blizzards will guide you the way. At the end of the cold world, you will get everything you expect..."

"Strength is enough to change the world, enough to protect the strength of your country and people..."

"I am waiting for you...Alsace."

"Now, wake up... it's not time for you to rest...time!"

The swaying voice echoed in the groggy heart of Prince Alsace, he could hear it, the old, mysterious voice, he could feel at the end of the fierce battle, and finally dispelled the power of the undead, he It can even be remembered that, at the most vulnerable time for him and his soldiers, the undead who should have killed the killer turned away quietly and turned away.

All this is like a strange dream... he shouldn't have survived.

"Om"

Arthas opened his eyes violently, as if there was a power to wake him from a deep sleep. At the moment when he opened his eyes, the prince felt the pain, the pain from all over the body, he tried to lift Hands, but the jerky and painful joints seemed to lack oil lubrication, so he could not help groaning.

At the next moment, a glass of water was handed over to the prince's mouth. Arthas swallowed the water hard. He turned his head hard, and he saw a little girl staring at him curiously with big eyes.

The child should be about 11 or 2 years old. She has a pair of beautiful black-eyed pupils. Her chestnut hair is neatly combed. She is wearing a slightly old but clean clothes. This is a very beautiful little girl. She held the glass in her hands, and after the prince finished drinking, she wiped his mouth with gauze.

"Cough... child, who are you? Me, where am I?"

The prince tried hard to show a pale smile, he asked in a low voice, and the little girl responded with a sweet smile, she whispered:

"We are in Andorhal, and my father said that you brought us here. He said that you are a kind and brave prince, and will definitely become a good king in the future. Oh, my name is...My name is Pamela Red Pas, everyone is busy, so my father asked me to take care of you and brother Timmy, and there is a beautiful big sister in the room next door, she seems to come to see you."

"Pamela, what a nice name."

The prince endured the pain from his body, he said to Pamela the little:

"Can you help me and call an adult? I have something to ask them."

"Okay, of course."

Pamela stood up, and before she bounced out of the room, she picked up a dilapidated but clean doll in the corner, and gently put it on the bedside of the prince. She said to Alsace:

"This is my favorite doll. When I was sick, my father always put it next to my bed, so that I could get better soon, I will give it to you, Your Highness Prince, you saved us, father. Say, everyone in Dallon County should thank you."

After talking, Pamela lay on the bed, kissed the prince on the cheek, and then ran out of the room with a smile, a moment later, a familiar voice walked into the house.

Jaina leaned on the wall and leaned against the wall, looking at Arthas lying on the bed, with a smile in her tender eyes:

"Look, our big hero woke up...and there is a new admirer, a pretty little girl, she likes you, right?"

"Oh, Anna, do you even eat vinegar from children?"

Arthas saw Jaina, and a trace of inner joy flashed on his weak face. He struggled to get up. Jaina hurried forward and lifted his body up, and put a pillow close to him. At the prince's neck, she looked at Arthas and said in a reproachful tone:

"You still like heroes, right? Why don't you bring more people? Why... don't you tell me?"

"This is my responsibility, Anna, and my responsibility for Lordaeron should not involve you."

The prince sighed, looking at the sunlight outside the window, he whispered:

"I don't want to involve you, I almost died, you know, the crisis that almost lost you last time, it was enough after one."

"But if I'm by your side..."

Jaina sat by the bed, reached out and clenched the prince's wrist, she looked at his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"You won't get hurt, you won't be like this now. Are you afraid of losing me, are you afraid of losing you? You bastard! In your heart, your people are always more important than me, right?"

"No no no no!"

Arthas hurriedly explained: "It's just as important, no, I mean, I can give everything to the people, but my heart is always with you."

"All right!"

Jaina shook her head, she said to the prince:

"Your love story is still so bad. Forget it, don't embarrass you. Just tell the matter, because of your heroic actions, the people of Dalung County have evacuated to Andorhal, but 800 people are still missing, but this is not Blame you, no one can ask you to do better... Your Majesty the Emperor has negotiated with the six-member council. In all important cities of Lordaeron, special portals have been stationed to maintain the mage to help the major cities. Coordinated defense."

"Frankly, this is a good idea, but it evacuates almost two-thirds of the reserve power of Dalaran almost at once, but fortunately the Sun King of Quel'Thalas will migrate some elves to Laran, Their ability to cast spells can fill some defense gaps."

Jaina sighed:

"The situation is terrible, Arthas. Too many things happened on the day you slept."

"It has been 3 days since His Majesty disappeared. The entire Gilneas is in chaos. Werewolves are attacking the city and looting the ground. No one knows what those werewolves are doing."

"The eastern defense of Hinterland has also been attacked, the undead in the north, we now call them Scourge Undead, they have broken the city of the evil branch troll, and are now attacking Eagle Nest Mountain, and...Arathi Highlands, there are Some bad signs."

A trace of helplessness flashed on Jaina's face. She leaned against the silent Alsace's chest. She said softly:

"Alsace, I don’t know what you think, but it seems to me that the Northern Frontier...the empire, the destiny of continuous drop of disaster, pushed us to the edge of the desperate cliff... this time, we were very It may not be able to survive. You said, what should we do in the face of this situation?"

"Of course we can't stop fighting and let fate bind our hands, but Anna, maybe... maybe there is a way."

Prince Arthas raised his hand hard, stroking Jaina's long hair. He lowered his voice and said:

"Just yesterday, Thrall, the clever orc told me something... that might ease the current crisis in the empire, and at least save the soldiers from worries when fighting."

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"Blow up this mountain pass! Kudran, blow it up!"

Falstad controlled his own gryphon, traversing back and forth in the sky, the gargoyle wandering on the other side of the sky could not keep up with the full speed of the gryphon, and the Lord of the Wild Hammer commanded the gryphon knight to bundle Throwing powerful bombs into the battlefield below not only blows up the fragile bodies of the undead, but also closes the road for the undead to invade from below the plateau.

Under the sky controlled by the Griffon Knights, the human empire and the plateau legion of Quel'Thalas united together, dying on the line of defense from the Quel'Dani hut to the Zul altar of the evil branch troll. This line of defense It happens to be the gap between the plateau and the plains of the Hinterland mountains. As long as it is held here, it is difficult for the undead to launch a large-scale shock.

The hidden stone on the other side of the battlefield, the Seventh Army headed by human commander Halver Wimbahn, is leading a large group of undead to southern Hinterland in a form of sports battle Mountains.

The mountainous area is very mysterious. Even for the wild hammer dwarves who have lived here for hundreds of years, the mountainous area is also a forbidden area.

Because among the lush mountains, the most powerful creatures of Azeroth live... Dragon! To be precise, it is the green dragon, guarding the green dragon at the entrance to the Emerald Dream of Hinterland. They do not participate in the war of mortals, but as long as anyone dares to enter this valley, they will be mercilessly attacked by the green dragons.

The Seventh Legion, which is a special legion, does not officially exist in the military system of the empire. Although it is known as the Legion, it is actually more of a militia-like volunteer army, and most of them are immigrants from the Kingdom of Storms. At the appeal of Archbishop Chaldean Morgan, the angry soldiers who lost their motherland and loved ones joined the special legion very enthusiastically.

And Halver Wimbahn, a veteran who had fought in the orc wars and a member of the Knights of Stormwind, commanded by the Duke of Boval Fuggan, after the defeat of Stormwind, he was Invited to serve as the commander of the Seventh Legion. From the current military sequence of the Empire, the Seventh Legion is neither first-class, neither combat power nor equipment, not even second-rate, but this does not hide the seventh. The fighting spirit of the legion.

The Avengers with nothing is the most frightening... and the legend belonging to the 7th Legion will also be written from the Battle of Hinterland.

"Everyone, do you understand your mission?"

Halver, dressed in a light hunting suit, carrying a heavy sword, looked back at the massive undead attracted behind him. He shouted to the commanders in front of him:

"I don’t need you to kill many undeads, understand? Let these undeads provoke the dragons, this is our battle plan. The companions of the Storm Kingdom who sacrificed for the country are watching us in the sky, brothers, don’t let them down And well, survive!"

"set off!"

At the command of Halver, under the leadership of the commanders, the formation of the Seventh Army, which was moving forward under the pursuit of the undead, quickly dispersed and retreated into the turbulent river behind the hidden stone from three directions. In the middle, the entourage mage of the Seventh Legion desperately built three ice roads on the river, which was inspired by the strategy of the Dark Knights attacking Arathi Highlands.

The undead were fearless, watching the humans stepping on the ice bridge into the quiet valley opposite, these undeads also roared and rushed past, the human team became more and more scattered, so that the undead behind them began to start Scattered, and in this valley called Seladan, the green dragons guarding the gates of the Emerald Dream soon felt the breath of undead that made them extremely disgusted.

The green dragon is the dragon of dreams. Although it is not as awe-inspiring as the red dragon, the green dragon's affection for nature is the strongest of all the dragons. The green dragon is also the dragon with the best relationship with the druids. They are like the undead. The existence that violates the laws of nature is quite sensitive and disgusting.

Just as the scattered undeads stepped into the core forest of Seradan, a dragon sound sounded from the forest. Those huge dragons with green scales flapped their wings and rushed into the sky. The corrosive venom breathed and sprayed on the undead colony on the ground, just a few minutes, most of the undead invading Seladan were destroyed.

In the absence of high-level combat power, these weak walking corpses have no way to cause damage to the dragon flying in the air.

Some young green dragons rose up and crossed the border of Seradan all the way. They used their breath to destroy the formations of the undead. While watching the dragons and the undead, the Seventh Legion’s The soldiers quickly steered the war horses and turned back to the main battlefield. Of course, some warriors died under the breath of the dragon.

How to say, for the Green Dragon, human life does not need to consider more than the jadeite dreamland they protect.

"Ao"

Seeing the green dragons killing the battlefield, the side of the natural disaster quickly dispatched their air combat weapons. Those frost bone dragons made of bones. In the eyes of the Lich King, the dragon of Azeroth is not worth fearing. Kill After the troubled green dragon, the frost dragon community can get more supplements.

A green dragon fluttered across the battlefield with flapping wings. At the moment when it felt relaxed as a result of the massacre of undead, a behemoth suddenly jumped from under the soft ground of Hinterland. This attack showed no sign that the attacked The Green Dragon only had time to spit out a venom, and the wings of the Crypt Lord's huge forelegs were torn apart.

The young dragon wailed and fell to the ground, and was soon surrounded by the swarming undead, and the huge crypt lord Anub'arak raised his insect-like head and looked at the dragon hovering in the sky with cold eyes. There was a trace of disdain in its blue eyes.

Perhaps other creatures will fear the dragon, but it will not!

When it was still alive, in the hunting grounds of the Dragonbone Wilderness, these large lizards with wings were just food for it and its generals.

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