Azeroth’s Death Track

Ahhh!

No longer caring about hiding his strength and pretending to be weak, Gul'dan swung his arms and knocked the dead body from behind to the ground. He held an orc dagger in his hand and swung the other end Orc corpses chopped down.

Long-term infiltration of fel energy has filled his fully extended body with violent muscles, and his strength is greater than that of ordinary orcs. It is said that Gul'dan was also a warrior when the orcs were still trapped in the world of Draenor. .

But as spellcasters, exciting melee attacks are something they are not good at. With Gul'dan's brute force, it is barely enough to deal with a few corpses, but seeing Glokush rushing up with his battle ax behind him , Gul'dan no longer cared about these crazy corpses, he jumped on his own side that was also polluted by evil energy, and the fur all over his body turned into a dark green wolf, turned around and fled!

Embarrassed, crazy and sinister.

boom boom

The two corpses closest to him exploded under the dark order of the death knight, and the flesh and blood spread in all directions. The disease hidden in it spread wantonly in the dark night, but even if the magic power was imprisoned, as a Warlock's unique demon skin still helped Gul'dan block most of the plagues, which made his escape a little smoother.

In the dancing flames of the surrounding burning forest, Gul'dan's war wolf fled all the way, splashing smoke and flying ash behind him, and behind him, the death knight Glokush on a skeleton warhorse was chasing after him, In the sky, Tyrion and Luminas summoned another bone griffin, and they held a bow to block the fleeing warlock from the sky.

This shame...

Gul'dan gritted his teeth, leaned his body tightly on the war wolf, and with difficulty dodged the sharp arrows shot down from the sky. He frantically pushed the reins, and his heart was full of humiliation and resentment.

His estimation was wrong. In the magic explosion that tore up a small town before, Banti Renoir's enchantment had been broken. Based on his own experience, he believed that such damage could not be restored in a short time. He dared to enter the enchantment.

But the powerful magic civilization of the high elves was like a slap in the face of the warlock. The big bang did not destroy the rune stone, and only a simple reset was needed to re-establish the barrier. Da, who had been dead for nearly 3,000 years Thousands of years later, the ancient wisdom of Srema Sunstrider has once again cornered the enemies of Quel'Thalas.

hum

The warbow engraved with blood runes was pulled up again, and Luminas looked at the Warlock fleeing in the darkness below, and she said softly:

Look, he's really fast.

Let him run, he doesn't know what's waiting for him ahead.

Tyrion's eyes were cold. In his blood-red eyes, everything in the night seemed to be shrouded in a blood-colored halo. Nothing could block his gaze. He raised his head and saw, in the darkness far away, a The black dot is fast approaching.

Selente, shoot him!

Tyrion's voice rang in the ears of the death knight coming from behind. Serent Firewing, who was riding on the bone griffin, nodded silently. On top of the smoothly flying griffin, he drew his war bow , squinting his eyes, looking at the orc warlock fleeing all the way ahead, and on the two griffins behind him, the four dark rangers also raised their bows.

All the members of the Dark Blade Knights were present, and the front and rear sides chased and intercepted them, like a really closed net, trapping Gul'dan firmly in it.

whoosh whoosh whoosh

The sound of bone arrows engraved with runes piercing the darkness sounded so scalp-numbing, Gul'dan didn't even have time to raise his head, and the foresight of the danger made him crazily jump off the galloping wolf. , rolled a few laps on the ground.

When he raised his head covered in ashes all over, he saw the running fel wolf, pierced into a sieve by the rain of arrows falling from the front.

The huge war wolf was nailed to the ground full of ashes, and the smelly blood was splashed everywhere. The blood was infested in the black ashes, drawing a bad picture on the ground, watching In the bloody scene, Gul'dan clenched the cane and dagger tightly in his hands. In the blood, he seemed to see his own end.

boom

Behind him, the silent orc death knight got off his horse, and Tyrion and Luminas also manipulated the griffin to slowly fall to the ground. In front of him, Tyrion, who had drawn out his rune saber, exuded a murderous aura all over his body. The four elf dark rangers dispersed and pointed the bone arrows in their hands at the surrounded warlocks.

All the deception, all the destruction, all the nightmares that you set off... It's time to end, Gul'dan, my dear leader of the Shadow Council, it's time to end!

Glokush Blackhand pulled out the cold battle ax behind his back, and his dark eyes stared at Gul'dan in front of him:

When you are dying, is there anything else you want to say?

who are you!

Gul'dan was under the suppression of Banti Reynold's enchantment, struggling to beat the extremely obscure magical power in his body, just like squeezing out a little water in the desert, the shadow behind him condensed, and the scale was not as large as before. one tenth.

He looked at the black hand approaching slowly, his blood red eyeballs danced and asked:

All orc souls are loyal to Orgrim, and you are not a warlock from the Shadow Council... who are you! I think you... are very familiar!

Have you forgotten me so quickly?

Glokush clenched his battle-axe in both hands, and the ash-filled soil under his feet turned outward, making him look like a humanoid tank wrapped in dark red mist. He rushed towards Gul'dan, the battle-axe in his hand He raised it high and chopped it down hard.

boom

The skeleton staff in Gul'dan's hand was completely shattered by this blow, and the huge force threw the warlock backwards. Before he could stand still, Tyrion's epee slammed into his back hard, The demon's skin was chopped off, and the warlock was slammed to the ground amidst blood splatters.

You tricked me into destroying our civilization with your own hands! You killed our world with your own hands! You led my tribe into the most stupid madness! Now...you ask who I am!

kuang

Ahhh!

Blackhand's battle ax slashed at Gul'dan's left arm crazily. Amid the warlock's screams, the still struggling left arm flew into the night sky, and the arm wrapped in finely shattered demon scales smashed into the sky. On the ground, five bloody fingers were covered with ashes from the burning forest, and they were still twitching nervously, as if representing the warlock's unwillingness and despair.

The scorching and smelly blood of the devil splashed on Hei Shou's face, filling this dead face with ferocity again.

The beating fire of death in the eyes represents Glokush's anger and killing intent.

I am Black Hand! Gul'dan, I am the warchief who was betrayed by you! I crawled out of hell... for you!

Die!

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Almost when Gul'dan's life was dying, another group of people rushed to the place where he was ambushed at the fastest speed.

Although Orgrim clearly meant that Saurfang could kill Gul'dan whenever he saw fit, but in this dark night, the orc warlord still appeared in the rescue team of Gul'dan.

The orc warlock can die after this invasion is over, but not now. The restoration of the enchantment already represents the betrayal of the death knights headed by Tyrion, which is equivalent to the loss of Quel'Thalas' battlefield initiative. Handed over to the elves, the Horde is trapped in a web of magic, and in this case, Saurfang needs Gul'dan to re-unlock the barrier for the Horde.

This is not the most important!

Most importantly, if Gul'dan's death is unknown, then the looting clan that lost its leader is likely to become a hidden danger, and it will be difficult for the Orgrim warchief to take over smoothly.

This was a result Saurfang could not bear.

Hurry up!

Holding his battle axe, he shouted to Zuluhed who was manipulating the young dragon beside him:

Let your dragon fly faster!

Faced with this order, the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan endured the pain in his body. It was the agitation of the extremely suppressed magic power. He retorted:

The enchantment of these lunatic elves can even suppress dragon fire. Didn't you see that this dragon is also very uncomfortable? If you force it again, it will go crazy!

The comprehensive suppression of Banti Raynor's enchantment is provided by the sunwell. With the power of the young dragon, there is no way to resist this kind of suppression. If it is not for Zuluhed's forcible control, the young dragon is not willing to step here.

I said it! Speed ​​up!

Saurfang turned his head to stare at the reluctant chief, the eyeballs in his eyes had turned blood red, and a violent force was beating in his body:

I don't care about any conflicts between you and Gul'dan! I said, he can't die now! Speed ​​me up! Are you going to disobey my orders? Are you going to disobey the will of the great chief?

This kind of merciless reprimand made Zulushid's teeth itchy with hatred, but after a while, he grasped the young dragon's rein tightly, and waved the whip in his hand. Amid the whip whistle, the young dragon wailed, but The speed is also significantly accelerated.

Saurfang looked at the burning forest in the distance, and for the first time in his heart, he hoped that Gul'dan could survive...even though he also hated that warlock very much.

And at the same time when Saurfang and Zuluhed dared to rescue Gul'dan at the fastest speed, in the position behind the tribe, the huge two-headed ogre Cho'gall stroked himself with his thick fingers The chin of, uh, the chin of the right head.

In the dark night in front of his eyes, the elf rune stone suspended in mid-air was so bright and so attractive.

Should we save him? (Gul'dan is useless! The death knight set a trap, Saurfang can't save him!)

But Gul'dan promised us that he would lead us to find the power of the gods... (Do you really believe him? That power is nothing compared to the shadow we serve!)

But the master's order is to let the Horde continue to disturb the order of this world. If Gul'dan is dead... (Then we will come in person! Gul'dan is just a lackey of the devil. What he can do, we can do better!)”

Why do you always sing against me! (Because you are stupid, you can't understand the master's real intention at all!)

That's right, this wacky ogre is brawling...

Gu Gaal's two heads, Gu and Gaal, are arguing with each other, two kinds of thinking and two ideas are colliding crazily, but unfortunately, they can only attack each other with words, leaving both sides helpless to each other.

The ogre sat in the dark night, and the noisy quarrel was completely unable to attract the attention of the members of the Twilight's Hammer clan behind him. They were used to the nervousness of the patriarch. I understand very well, anyway, in the end, there will always be a clear order.

hum

While Cho'gall's two heads were arguing endlessly, a strange shadow rose from the dark night of Quel'Thalas. Like a pair of hands, it quickly enveloped Cho'gall's body, bringing An order from some kind of dark presence.

And Choogall also fell silent at this moment. He stood up and sincerely half-kneeled in the darkness, listening to the voice in the shadow. After a while, his two heads nodded at the same time.

Yes, master! (We'll do it right!)

The shadows in the darkness quickly faded, and Cho'gall moved his arms. He turned his head, and his three eyes searched for the clan members behind him. Finally, he shouted in a deep voice:

The tribe will suffer defeat! (This is the master's will, chaos and disaster!)

The world order will be reshuffled! (One step closer to the great and egalitarian Twilight Hour!)

He looked at the scorched earth near the rune stone behind him, and there was viciousness and anticipation in his eyes.

The orcs cannot be allowed to unify the world! (A peaceful world will have no place for shadows...)

We're going to bewitch Gul'dan, he'll live humble! (Let him steal the Horde's victory! Let him steal Orgrim's victory!)

The raging demons and orcs will gnash their teeth and tear him apart! (When he is cornered, he will surely realize the greatness of his master and become one of us!)

Chaos is immortal! (Shadows live forever!)

The orcs in World War II were simply a tragedy. They looked overwhelming, but they were actually pawns in the game of the major camps... It's really miserable.

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