Azeroth’s Death Track

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Under the icy night, outside the broken beach, the icy mist has enveloped the sea, the power from another world is dispersed in this lonely sea, the icy wind of the spirit world whistles to block the escape route, will The long and barren broken beach was completely built into a war cage.

Either win or die...there is no third way to leave.

"The power of the legion...no one can stop it! Aoao!"

Under the tremendous force, the barren earth vibrated, the violent abyss lord waved his halberd, and the dark green fire of fierce energy burned on the beast of this giant beast, its vicious eyes staring at the undead in front of him. The position, as it has been countless times before, as full of charge as the prehistoric horror mammoth, the earth shivered under its charge, it tried to use their brute force to completely destroy these stupid natives.

Behind it, thousands of demon guards also clenched their weapons and followed their own warlord's brave charge. In the past countless years, they used this cruel and brutal charge to destroy one world after another. What kind of species is in front of them, no matter what kind of will they hold, will eventually be ruthlessly crushed by the legion!

Legion, win!

"Clear your position!"

The death lord Saurfang whispered that behind him, the insurance of 15 "Hellfire" rapid-fire guns placed on the simple position was opened, and 10 shooting elder death knights were like their commanders. Indifferently pointed the muzzle at the demon barbarian in front of him, and the six black muzzles fixed together started to run fast in the buzz of the motor made by the slightly strange fantasy technology.

"Uh"

Seeing the violent demon rushing into the position of 1000 meters, the low thunder sounded on the position of the dark blade, and the silver-white lightning storm, just like the silver sickle intertwined in the night, at the moment of fire, A barrage of death was pulled away from the position.

Just in the blink of an eye, hundreds of green blood flowers broke out on the skin of the rough abyss lord, and beside it, the bravest demon guards who followed it charged like fists invisible Slammed **** the body, the body of the first row of demons exploded wildly under the ravages of holy silver bullets, plasma and minced meat splashed in the demon's army, the first dead demons even the whole body Did not stay.

The large-caliber bullets are driven by the terrible kinetic energy. As long as they touch the demon's flesh and blood, they can easily tear apart all the obstacles, not to mention that these bullets are designed for this battle and are mixed. A small amount of holy silver, but let these cute baubles increase the lethality of demons several times.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang"

The pungent smoky smoke rose on this deserted beach. The thunder-like bullet storm lasted for less than 10 seconds. It stopped under the order of the high-level death knights, and followed the abyssal lord in front of the death knights’ positions. Thousands of demons on the charge have completely collapsed, because their violent demonic warlords, the powerful and brutal abyss lord, are all torn apart by this intertwined metal storm.

A third of its body was beaten into a sieve by holy silver bullets, like a sharp file, tearing apart the dragon-like wings behind it completely, and its sturdy front hoof was twisted. It's a pity that Bolognese can no longer enjoy the fun of charging...

"what!"

The abyss lord paralyzed on the battlefield of the smelly flesh and blood looked at the mountain-like undead position standing 400 yards in front of him. It looked at the death lord who was riding on the horse and stared at it indifferently, the lowly orc, it could feel , The scorn and contempt that shone in the orc’s cold eyes, which made the violent demon no longer tolerate, it used the halberd to prop up the torn body, it roared...

"Let's die together!"

In the roar of the abyss lord, the advanced demon's talent skills were launched. Three burning dark green meteorites were dragged from the cracked sky and screamed at the position in front of them. At this distance, these **** undead Can't escape at all.

The triangle's vicious eyes of the seriously wounded abyss lord shone with a vengeance of revenge, even if it was dead, it would also pull these **** who did not know life and death together!

But Safarur didn't even see the three huge meteorites falling rapidly in the sky. He pulled the cold horse reins, and the nightmare with purple flames on his hips under his crotch carried his knight over the flesh and blood. On the battlefield, he skimmed the dying abyss lord and didn't even kill it completely, just like crossing a mouse that was not worth paying attention to.

The silent necromancer followed behind Saurfang and quickly rushed to another demon army surrounded by endless undead. The death knights steered the war horses. The black broken blade flag fluttered in the wind. At the end of the Spirit Legion, the two high-level death knights seemed to have been ordered. They carried the black battle axe out of the position, and they approached the abyss lord who was difficult to support.

At the moment when they waved their axe, farther away, in the cold and misty icy sea, the fleet of undead floating above the sea of ​​no light stood quietly on the sea, and the heavy artillery was among the undead gunners. Points to the sky under his manipulation.

"Boom"

In the low sound of shelling, hundreds of purple shells with energy of death ripped through the mist and darkness, and smashed into the broken beach that was completely enveloped by the war. Three roaring dark green meteorite falling in the dark sky were hit In the next moment, it shattered into thousands of pieces, whistling across the sky and the earth filled with smoke.

And in the flashing purple light, the figure of the admiral Dai Lin standing alone on the flagship was illuminated in the dark, he stood like a statue on the deck of the sea king like the sea beast , He calmly looked at the long and narrow beach in front of him, he could hear the roars, shouts and roars of the demons attacked by the Dark Blade Warrior, he could see the deep killers all over the beach, and he And his fleet is also part of this massacre.

Frankly speaking, Dai Lin does not hate this kind of massacre, especially when the target of the massacre is these disgusting demons.

"Uh"

Dai Lin, like a sculpture, slowly raised his left hand. In the lightless sea behind him, a fleet of 75 ghost ships of various types at this moment wanted to get a unified order, and 1800 doors were modified. The dead spirit cannon lifted the muzzle under the control of the dead sailors. The friction between steel and wood was like a strange chewing sound in the mist, like a giant beast rushing out of the mist. Everything in front of me was completely swallowed.

"The demons are still stubborn, they cannot accept the fate of being slaughtered, they resist this fate..."

Dai Lin said softly in the cold dark sea breeze:

"Let them accept..."

"Uh"

Dai Lin's left hand waved down like a knife. At the next moment, 1,800 undead cannons opened fire, and the shells wrapped in fuchsia death energy were like purple rainbows bursting out in the dark, and at this moment, the mist shrouded the mist. The sea was completely illuminated, Dai Lin's figure was also illuminated, and his shadow stretched over the dark sea.

"Boom Boom Boom"

A few seconds later, on the battlefield in the center of the broken beach in the distance, an explosion of flames soared into the sky, and a volley of the Necropolis fleet set off a land bombing-like scene on this long and narrow island. Afterwards, the explosion range almost covered two-thirds of the island. The almost instantaneous fire burst like the scorching sun, and the night of the broken beach was completely dispersed at this moment.

Then came the second round of shelling, the third round, the fourth round...

Until 10 minutes later, the last round of dazzling light dissipated. On the sea of ​​light, Dai Lin's lonely back fell into the mist again. He had lost interest in this annihilation war.

"There's nothing beautiful about it."

"Dead Sea Fleet, Hunting Formation, Free Shooting...Send these demons... into our hell."

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"Cough"

Tyrant Haveli struggled to get up from the battlefield like hell. She propped her body with her warhammer, stretched out her hand, and removed the armor that had been completely melted from the body of the 7 rounds of artillery frightened by the dead. Torn off and thrown aside.

Haveli breathed heavily, and more than 10,000 undead shells plowed the long and broken beach several times. The air on the beach was almost burned by the flames when the shells exploded and burned. A big devil like her It is possible to live without air, but as a former Eredar, breathing is a habit of her, but at this time, in this anxious battlefield prison, every breath she breathed in, except for the richness to the thorn Beyond the snuff of the nose, there was only a sickening blood and barbecue smell.

She looked back, and the surrounding earth was covered with demon corpses, the powerful abyss lord was torn into a dozen pieces by endless explosions, and the noisy devil imps were completely steamed to dry the corpses, the evil just built There was only a desolate pedestal left in the tower, and farther away, only 24 of the 24 legion portals built by Eredar warlocks remained, and at her feet was the head of a wicked lord, There was a trace of terror remaining on the face under this grisly demon helmet.

That was the horror of death, its body had disappeared...maybe it was completely annihilated in the first round of shelling.

Haveli stood alone on the ground after the 7 rounds of shelling. She was a little dazed. As the commander of the Burning Legion, the cruel strategic thinking broke away from her brain at this moment, like a child knocked by a stick, She is not unacceptable for the failure of the legion, but this failure, like this one, has never appeared in her most arrogant nightmare.

The place where Haveli stood was a high hill ten minutes ago, but now, this place is as flat as other places.

The tyrant leaned on the warhammer, and she looked to the battlefield farther in front of her. The demolished demon corpse was like a disgusting blanket of flesh and blood, covering all her sight, and this originally dead beach, this Shi is more like a lunar surface, covered with large and small circular pits.

Some powerful, or evasive in advance, or good luck demons, like Haveli, escaped the catastrophe that fell from the sky. At this time, they also have the same situation as Haveli, standing up from the battlefield full of corpses. Looking at the **** scene all around, that blank expression is not like a demon at all, but like those terrified mortal lives.

The former slaughterers and destroyers changed their identities on this night and became slaughtered. This change made them unacceptable, and what made them even more unacceptable was that they were sent before the 7 rounds of shelling. Only half of the demons on the broken beach... at least half of the demons were unprepared, and were sent into the burning **** by dark-blade shells.

"Ooooo"

The low horn sound awakened Haveli at this moment. The tyrant of the Burning Legion felt a cold and malicious appearance on the scorched battlefield. The experience of the long war made her instinctively clench the weapon in her hand. Dragging his left leg ripped open by shrapnel, he climbed **** the ruined debris of the Fel Tower behind him, and the black-grey tyrant looked out at this moment. The mist was completely blown away.

She saw...

She saw the necromancers that were advancing rapidly from four directions to the battlefield in the center of the beach.

She saw the death knights who rode on undead warhorses and hunted down the demons on the battlefield like wild birds.

She saw those heavily armed, armed with axes and guns, densely packed like a rolling black sea, dead, like a sheathed sharp infantry phalanx.

She also saw the black broken-blade flags hunting and flying in each square, just as they rushed out of the deep sea mist, just like the scene when they leveled the tide.

Haveli took a deep breath, and this powerful Eredar high lord clenched her arms. She was not afraid of these undeads, even though she had just suffered a disgraceful defeat.

However, just as Harvey planned to summon the nearby demons to gather to fight against the blade of darkness, she saw the demons who retreated under the pressure of the Necrotic Legions in four directions.

Brutal demon guards, charming and subtle succubi, crazy bloodthirsty destructive demons, even unshakable evil lords, abyss lords...Whether it is a high-level demon or a low-level demon, at this moment, in During the persecution of the undead over the wall, they were retreating...the reckless, unwilling to retreat, they roared, and seemed to be able to launch a brutal counterattack at any time...

However, the tyrant Havili, who commanded the demon to capture several worlds, knew that the demons... were afraid, just like the prey that fell into the deadly trap. The more angry, the more claws, the more they could not hide them. Inner fear.

At this moment, Haveli raised a ridiculous feeling in his heart. When is the devil known for his chaotic brutality and madness scared by mortals?

But what came next was a sudden...

Demons are also flesh and blood creatures, they also have souls and thoughts, and they will naturally be afraid, but the battles of the past legions have covered up this point. When the undefeated myth is completely defeated in front of the eyes, the demons' nature will be exposed. Come out... afraid? Yes, in the face of the offensive created by mortals like before, who is not afraid?

In the face of the unaware fearful unarmed armed with a destructive weapon, the devil will be afraid. Isn't that what it should be?

Once again, Harves clenched the Fel Warhammer in her hand. She knew that no one could help her, and the demons were terrified. Next, she could only fight alone.

She was not afraid of the coming of death, but at this moment, the **** Eredar was stained with both hands, but there was a regret in her heart.

"I'm going to die here... what a pity..."

"Vilun, it's a pity that I haven't been able to take down your head by hand..."

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