Azeroth’s Death Track

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The air of the Holy Mountain of Hyjal seems to be filled with the smoke of war. The news of the death of the natural deity Cenarius was blocked by death, but the Felwood Forest battlefield was completely occupied by demons, but it was an uncoverable failure. The large-scale expansion of the demons gave the elves time to retreat, and the bearmen of the wooden throat fortress also participated in the war under the persuasion of the druids, so the road to Mount Hyjal was still in the hands of the elves. .

But it will not always be held in the hands of elves. Anyone with strategic thinking knows that once the demons are integrated, a huge army will immediately begin to march to Mount Hyjal, and the most terrible thing is that Felwood is lost. The communication between the forest, Mount Hyjal and Ashen Valley was completely interrupted. Although the Holy Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but without the support of the Sentry Corps active in Ashen Valley, the future battle of the Holy Mountain will inevitably be quite difficult.

And now, in addition to the more active demons, there is another headache.

"puff"

In the square below Nordrassil, the world tree in Mount Hyjal, a heavily injured Hippogryph with the same severely injured knight fell on the platform with a meteor falling to the ground, feathers, blood stains and The screams messed up the entire square, but not long afterwards, a priest of the Moon Temple hurried over and sent the wounded man and the captives who were brought back into the moon not far from the world tree In the temple.

"General Miyara. Rige! Wake up!"

Several Luna priests cleaned the wounded defensive general and put on a robe for her, and the left arm of the defensive general of Mount Hyjal had disappeared, the wound was frozen, and it was like It was directly annihilated by some powerful force, and even the superb healing techniques of the Luna priests could not heal the wound.

That power is still affecting her.

"No! Don't... don't!"

It seemed to be shrouded in nightmare-like scenes. At the call of the lunar priests, the moment the pale general opened his eyes, as if he were on the battlefield, he reached out and pinched the priest's neck in front of him. , Roaring like a beast, but she was too weak, and was soon suppressed by other priests, but this tumult also made the quiet Temple of the Moon noisy.

This incident quickly alarmed the current Supreme Commander of Mount Hyjal's defense system. In a roar of the Frostsaber, the lunar high priest, Tyrande Yufeng, who was carrying a war bow, was under the guard of the guard. Quickly walk into the hall of the Moon Temple.

This night elf's faith leader has a perfect figure. Even under the white dress, she can't hide her outstanding temperament. Looking at her from a distance, it is like feeling the moon god's strength on the earth. At the moment when you see her, you can feel that she should have been sitting in this position. The quiet temperament is hard to make people hate her.

Her face is painted with the purple **** pattern of Luna, but it does not destroy the perfection of this face, but adds a mysterious perception to her beauty, and on Tyrande's forehead, there is a piece as an ornament The silver moon-shaped gems that existed, looked from a distance, like a crown, she had long green hair, scattered on her shoulders, and was tied into a horsetail behind her head. In the world of walking, that long hair fluttered, let People are intoxicated.

Tyrande, like other night elves, has a pair of long eyebrows, fluttering on both sides of her cheeks like wings, and does not look quirky, or this face itself is the best interpretation of beauty, no matter what she does Dressing up will look very suitable.

Her dress is special, inlaid with green and silver gems, but the shape is like a war armor, which proves that Tyrande is not a priest who only prays. When she needs her to fight, this moon **** The high priest can also produce terrible lethality.

This was most clearly manifested when the human empire retreated from Whispering Harbour. That night, Tyrande summoned the stars that fell from the sky to fall on the sea of ​​light, almost destroying the young and dead Fleet Commander Dai Lin. ...

The perfect lady with no dead ends in front of her is definitely one of the most powerful creatures in the civilized world of Azeroth. She has the ability to protect herself and her people. Don’t question this, let alone challenge it... There are more evil creatures dying in this beautiful woman's hands than 99% of mortals have seen.

Of course, she is also a woman, and occasionally loses her temper. For example, one day ten thousand years ago, when Tyrande was bathing, she was disturbed by a raptor that broke into the camp. Under shame and anger, the high priest would The curse was lowered, and the poor velociraptor was imprisoned in an immortal plight with a strange fossil posture. It was not until 3 years ago that it was excavated by the dwarf explorers under the beach near the ruins of Azshara.

So don’t mess with women... especially Tyrande...

"General Sun Song!"

Tyrande came to the general who was defeated by fear. She knelt in front of the general’s eyes and reached up to raise the face of the poor compatriot in front of her. At the moment when the four eyes met, in Tyrande’s silver eyes, General Japanese Song seemed to have found the courage, and she calmed down quickly. After ten seconds, she no longer roared like a beast. Her tough, rubbing stone-like voice said:

"Tyland...Ms...orcs...orcs ambushed us...they, they colluded with Naga...she's back! She's back! Run! Run!"

Seeing that the general Japanese Song in front of him became fearful and mad again, Tyrande stroked the poor lady's hair with both hands and slowly calmed her. Tyrande asked softly:

"Tell me, Japanese song, tell me... who is back? Tell me, where is my husband Malfurion? Come, tell me."

"Malfurion...Great Druid, Great Druid was caught..."

The defensive general who was supposed to be full of courage was fragile like a child at this time, she held Tyrande's arm tightly, and she said tremblingly:

"She's back...she wants to avenge us..."

"Who?"

After hearing that her husband was captured by the enemy, Tyrande's eyes flashed with pain, but she suppressed her inner emotions, and she continued to ask softly:

"Who actually ambushed you? Who took Malfurion? Tell me, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

"Ai...Aisala..."

General Rige finally said that name, but at this moment, the entire Moon Temple was completely quiet, and even Ms. Tyrande couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Aisala came back, she said... this is just the beginning, she said, the rebels, we... we all have to... die..."

After ten minutes, the tired defensive general finally fell asleep, and Tyrande walked to the lake beside the Moon Temple. She held the moon emblem hanging on her chest. She closed her eyes like a prayer. general.

"Aisala, the soul of grievances thousands of years ago...are you back for revenge? In this troubled autumn...why, is it now? Malfurion, my dear love, I should...how can I save you ?"

"Elune, tell me... what should I do..."

As in the past, Tyrande begged for the guidance of the gods at this moment of great confusion and great pain, but... this time, Elune did not respond to her for a long time...

A few minutes later, Tyrande reached out and wiped the tears around her eyes. When she turned around, she became the leader who would never be defeated.

"Take care of the orc captive! Without my orders, no one should be close to him! Protect him... even if he may be an enemy..."

"Call the great druids, call all the generals..."

Tyrande said to the guards around him:

"The most difficult period in Kadore has come in ten thousand years... We must be truly united, and in my name, to the human empire, to Quel'Thalas, to the wild **** Agamama in the Razor Heights Gan, send an invitation to the Temple of Rageclaw in the Northrend continent, to the Temple of Dragon Sleep... the war has entered a new stage... it is time to let go of Kadoré’s self-esteem and pride."

The guard of the Moon Temple nodded, and just before he left, Tyrande asked another question:

"All the watchmen, including the guards of the watchmen's burrow, went to Highmountain, right?"

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"They captured the chieftain..."

The dying Great Prophet Drek'Thar was placed in the camp of the Bloodring clan in the ruins of Azshara. The old orc with a cloth on his eyes grabbed Kilrogg's deadly wrist, He said hardly:

"There is a problem with that elf general... She and Azshara are together. Those Naga did not attack her at all. This is a conspiracy. The demon, Naga, and some of the deeper forces are involved. Dead eyes, don’t rush to attack, orcs and elves, there is the possibility of peace..."

"I know I know."

Kilrogg calmed the spirit of the great prophet and asked in a deep voice:

"Drektar, tell me, where are the children? My sons, Thrall, Garrosh, and Dranosh, where have they all gone? I didn't see them on the battlefield... Are they also captured by Naga?"

"no no..."

The Great Prophet opened a mouthful of blood, and he said hardly:

"Children, escaped... went to the south, to find them, dead eyes, to find them...Naga is chasing and killing them, they must find... they are... they are hope... ."

"Take a break, Drek'Thar, we will handle everything... rest."

Kilrogg took a step back, and the witch doctor from the dark spear troll immediately stepped forward to help the great prophet to heal the wound. Both the orc and the elf were ambushed by Naga. When the great prophet could not do anything, he forcibly relied on the astral teleport to return At the camp of Azshara, the Bloodring Clan who received the news also dispatched troops for the first time, but unfortunately, there was only one body on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the orcs and elves were as if they were attacking evil, and they attacked each other frantically, almost all of them died together, and several important figures disappeared.

"Assemble the army!"

Coming out of the tent, Kilrogg, who had been a lot older, issued his first order:

"Attack the night elves in the tree-lined shrine in the east of Ashenvale, destroy them, and capture all the elves there!"

"Chief, are we going to retaliate?"

The dead-eyed warlord asked, "Do you need to leave some "commemorations" for the elves?"

"silly!"

Dead eyes scolded:

"This is not revenge, soldier, I am just preparing for war ahead of time. If those lunatic elves are confused about the situation and have to fight us, we must have some cards in hand! Without my order, it is forbidden to abuse the prisoners, Did you hear me!"

"Contact Fenris, let him send the best wolf cavalry, search along the road from Ashenvale to the Barrens, and let Kane also send a hunter to help, I must find my son... and other young people. ."

The Blood Ring Warlord led his life, and Kilrogg sighed a long time. This once fierce chief looked in the direction of Ashenvale. He seemed to see the dark clouds of war under the army, which almost made him breathless, but in the end , He turned over and returned to the tent, and began to write...He would tell everything here to Brocks Saurfang, who was far away in Silithus.

Judging from the current situation, whether they want to defend or attack, they need the elite army in the hands of Brocks.

"Alas...the eventful autumn..."

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"Go! Jolin, go!"

Thrall, who was covered in blood, carried Delanos, who was already comatose, with a black warhammer in his hand, which was a destroyer's hammer belonging to Great Chief Orgrim, but now, the warhammer was full It's bloody.

Behind him, Jolin and Garrosh supported each other and walked forward with difficulty. Jolin was pale, and apparently the demons he had just summoned had exhausted his magic power, and Garrosh’s left hand stepped softly. Around him, those Naga's weapons were highly toxic, and from Garrosh's situation, if he didn't heal, he would be in danger.

These four young men are walking in the night of the barrens. They are not clear that this is the first time they have escaped from the ambush circle of Naga. Those **** are all the way down the tributary of the Nushui River, like a bite. Like the hounds who had died of prey, they did not relax at all, and the road to escape was difficult, but Thrall knew that he had to escape.

There was a traitor over the elf... the general, the **** female elf, sold her big druid to the naga with the orcs, and the weird Queen Azshara had something that could disturb the spirit Weird ability, so that the sober orcs and elves kill each other frantically, the chieftain fights a life to open the way for them to break through, but the chieftain is...

"damn it!"

Thrall scolded. The blue-eyed orc looked around. This desolate land had never made him feel desperate. Behind him, it seemed that the grotesque roar of the Naga came again. They There is no escape...

"boom"

The unconscious Dranosh was thrown to the ground by Thrall. The young shaman held the Hammer of Destruction in one hand, and a dazzling lightning burst in the other. He shouted like a real orc warrior. :

"After me, Jolin and Garrosh, after me! I protect you!"

Talking, Thrall dragged up his tired body, shouted the snakeskin Naga who rushed behind him carrying the warhammer, and after knocking down several Naga frantically with lightning and flames, Thrall, who was out of force, was killed Captain Gadget slapped on the ground with a paw. In the daze of pain, it seemed that a certain weapon had penetrated his left leg, causing Thrall to make a cry.

He is going to die...

He and his brothers are dying here.

Thrall couldn't help but think of despair, however, a loud eagle chirp suddenly sounded in the night, leaving those Naga who wanted to kill the killer stunned, and at the next moment, a whistling wooden javelin pierced a na The heart of Jia, the cold blood spilled on Thrall's face, let the orc climb up subconsciously.

He saw a creature like a stag, holding a war spear and drinking into the Naga group. He also saw a scene of a roaring giant bear smashing Naga's head, and finally a tall man holding a double axe. The big figure, Thrall can see the iconic hood like a black bat in the night.

That's...that's Lexar, the warriors of the old and new tribes...a legend spread among the orc warriors...

At the moment when he saw Rexxar, Thrall's spirit was relaxed, and suddenly his eyes were black, and he fainted.

so far so good...

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