Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 360 9. Panic

"Those elves are crazy."

On the snow-capped mountains of Khaz Modan, Tyrion stood in the night, overlooking the dwarf cities in the distant mountains. Yellow fires could be seen in the bastions built around the snow-capped mountains. In the dark and cold night, Like a torch lit in a snow mountain.

Ironforge, the city of the Bronzebeard dwarves, is also one of the most important cities in the history of the dwarves. It is the center of the civilization of those dwarves. In the hands of the surging undead.

But the Dark Blade King and his lords were standing on the battlefield where the next war was about to break out, and they were discussing things thousands of miles away. The assassin crow leaning on a cedar tree said in his sharp voice:

"The elves set off an unprecedented massacre in Stranglethorn Vale. In 3 days, more than 10,000 trolls and goblins died at their hands... They almost killed all the living creatures in the southern part of Stranglethorn Vale. Your Majesty, I seriously doubt whether those elves can control those forest spirits who have begun to indulge themselves... You also know that forest spirits are intelligent but lack reason. crazy."

"Why control?"

Tyrion asked calmly:

"Is the life and death of trolls and goblins important to me? Trolls are hard to convert into the fighters I need, and goblins, they are not fighters at all, meaningless things, why should I pay attention to them? "

"Nightlight Town is connected to Stranglethorn Vale. I think Mr. Crow is worried about the order of the Defias Federal District. It took a lot of effort to stabilize it."

Yrel then said:

"Once the crazy forest elf rushes into the Twilight Forest uncontrollably, it will definitely affect your plan."

"They won't."

Tyrion flicked his fingers:

"The seed of Draenor knows what it means for his creation to be out of control. It is very smart, you have to have confidence in it, and it is not a bad thing for the spirits to wreak havoc in Stranglethorn Vale. Those who hide The guy who hides his head and shows his tail in the dense forest will definitely show his feet under such pressure, which is what I want, and for some things, I don't want to wait any longer."

"Too many questions, so little time...it's a pity."

While speaking, the Dark Blade King seemed to have lost interest in the night scene of Khaz Modan in front of him. He turned his head and looked at the silent death lord Rogelio behind him. He asked:

"I want to know your progress."

Rogge, who was as silent as ice, nodded stiffly, and the death knight who almost never took off his helmet said:

"Company B is already in place. Glokush has personally gone to Grim Batol. The fleet commanded by Lumi is hiding in the reefs of the wetlands. Two legions are deployed in the barren land. Saurfang and Salem Special command, the last is the frontal battlefield, which is also the battlefield with the least number of people... After all, we will not attack from the front, it is just to lure the enemy."

"need a few days?"

Tyrion asked bluntly, Rogelio's fingers jumped, and he drew a number:

"A week at most!"

He paused, glanced at Tyrion's expression, and said softly:

"At that time, as long as you give an order, the whole of Khaz Modan will become the cruelest battlefield, and the dwarves will know that their tortoise shells cannot protect them."

Tyrion nodded, seemingly satisfied with the arrangement. Finally, he glanced back to the northwest direction of Khaz Modan, and asked again:

"Where's Ella?"

"She's gone to New Tinkertown, and she'll take care of the gnome problem."

Yrel responded:

"But I don't really understand, Your Majesty, dwarves are not suitable to be warriors, and their personalities are also very weird. Why do you pay so much attention to those short, ghostly, clever people?"

"It's very simple. My Yrel, magic, holy light, and even evil energy, these energies are majestic and powerful, but they are destined to belong to only a few people, and they are not worth relying on."

Tyrion smiled in the darkness:

"But in the hands of the dwarves, they hold the power that has been neglected in this world. In my eyes, that is the power that is really worth relying on. The Draenei used to have this kind of collective power. Unfortunately, you have turned to individual power. It's a pity that it's powerful."

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In Stranglethorn Valley thousands of miles away, the real situation is actually more terrifying than the crow's understatement.

On both sides of the road from South Stranglethorn Vale to North Stranglethorn Vale, there are now overgrown black vines, those vines are covered with ferocious barbs, and under some new vines, there are still buried plants that have not been fully grown. The "digested" corpse, this terrible scene has spread to Booty Bay in Northern Stranglethorn Vale, making the merchants hiding in the goblin city terrified.

Although for some reason, the red-eyed elves haven't rushed into Northern Stranglethorn, but in the coastal area of ​​Northern Stranglethorn, the oil pumps that are running day and night have been quietly shut down by the goblins.

And according to the gossip circulating in Booty Bay, these oil pumps will soon be installed and sent to Kalimdor. Knowing why, he finally chose to surrender to those elves.

"The trolls are on the run! Patriarch, we should pursue the victory!"

While wiping the blood stains on his wooden spear, Elder Lin Jing suggested to Oort, the Harvest Wizard who closed his eyes and meditated in the forest, "We can revitalize more forests, and we can even Unleash the swarm! Let the nature-destroying villains have no escape!"

"No!"

Oort rejected this suggestion. When he was not killing, the Harvest Wizard had a very peaceful expression, just like those old priests who preached the Holy Light. He opened his eyes, sincerely prayed to nature, and then After washing in the river not far away, and after picking some wild fruits to fill his stomach, he said to Elder Lin Jing:

"You have been immersed in killing, you have forgotten the dogma of the Blightcaller, violence is not an end, but a means, the balance between life and death cannot be destroyed, if you can't control your desire to kill, then I will get rid of it with my own hands You! Because of your excessive killing, you are destroying this balance!"

"The lives of trolls and goblins are ugly, but they are also a link in the cycle. Even the forest itself, when it is too lush, there will always be a fire from the sky to restore the cycle!"

Harvest Wizard Ort took a deep breath, and said with compassion:

"Remember! We who maintain balance cannot be misled by personal emotions. Balance, balance is the most important thing. Punishment has been given, and enough people have died. Starting today, those captured prisoners cannot be killed , we have to teach them the true meaning of balance, we have to absorb them... make them one of us."

Elder Lin Jing was somewhat reluctant, but thinking of the natural will heard in the holy land of Draenor, this stubborn but honest Lin Jing leader finally nodded. Countless failures in the past have taught Lin Jing Jing, in the truly great cause of reshaping the world with the power of plants, you must learn to be patient.

Elder Lin Jing, whose whole body was made of plants, sat cross-legged on the ground, listening to the druid talk about the principles of natural balance, he soon immersed himself in it with all his heart, but this calmness did not last long, and was caught by a The young forest spirit who hurried over on a wild velociraptor interrupted.

The young forest elf who had just been born from the forest of Stranglethorn Vale could not speak the common language yet, so he could only use gestures and spiritual links to describe to his elders what they had just discovered.

Elder Lin Jing was also very shocked after hearing this, and he hurriedly reported to Harvest Wizard:

"My people found a city in the deepest valley of the forest! A city of trolls... a huge stone city like a dark temple, located at the foot of a mountain, filled with trolls!"

"Um?"

The high-ranking druid who had traveled around the world frowned. He thought of some legends about trolls. After a while, he stood up and followed the forest elves to the south where most of the Blightcallers had taken over. Deep in the valley of thornthorns.

In ancient times, when the world was not yet divided, the wisest and most powerful Zandalari trolls among the trolls ruled most of the world. The ancient troll empire was very powerful, and its strength far exceeded In any race and civilization in the world at present, this troll empire has defeated the powerful Yaqir empire head-on, and completely defeated that terrible empire.

And the Qiraji who lost their armor and armor to the night elves who fought 1000 years ago are only one-third of the remaining civilization of the Yaqir empire. In the world of Xerath, the most powerful mortal forces... none of them.

From this point, it can be seen that, in fact, Azeroth's seemingly gorgeous magical civilization has been on the decline... Not only has this civilization not become stronger with the passage of time, on the contrary, its overall strength It has been declining in time, but the superficial fantasy and magnificence concealed this cruel fact.

The former Zandalari Troll Empire's rule over the world was declared weak after defeating the Yaqir Empire. After the world split 10,000 years ago, the cities established by the Zandalari Troll Empire all over the world , and therefore lost contact with the empire headquarters. In ten thousand years, although the Zandalari trolls still tried to contact them, the geographical division made these cities break away from the empire's rule without accident.

One such city is Zul'Gurub in Stranglethorn Vale, once the jewel of the Zandalari Empire, but now ruled by the Gurubashi trolls, and has become the last refuge of the savage troll tribes of Stranglethorn Vale Place.

"Those tree people, those plants, they are trying to surround us, they want to kill us all!"

Mandokir, the blood lord of the troll city of Zul'Gurub, rides on his blood-red raptor. He overlooks the forest beyond Zul'Gurub. Those forests that were originally left to the trolls are no longer It was once so peaceful, but with the arrival of the fugitives, a terrifying news spread in this glorious ancient city.

Plants have souls, and they began to take revenge on those who hurt them. Now, the huge figures moving in the jungle prove this nonsense rumor, but as the hereditary nobleman of Zul'Gurubbri, the blood The lord did not believe that these forests were "lived" by himself, and there must be a force behind them driving them.

"What was the result of the discussions among the priests?"

The blood lord looked at the guards around him. The tall troll reached out and caressed his wooden mask, which was covered with the battle paint of the Gurubashi troll. He said to his lord in a low voice:

"Priest Jekric said that he would summon the Night Lords and let the power of the bat loa defend Zul'Gurub, but he was abused by other priests. They quarreled and won a chance to fight for the loa they believed in... The sacrifices are decreasing every year, and I can't see the possibility of them uniting...but the sorcerer Jindu made another suggestion...he said that the only way to stop the slaughter of plants is to summon the spirit Or... Haka!"

"Jin Du, that guy really has connections with those exiled Haleka lunatics."

The blood lord Mandokir sneered a few times, and he looked back at the increasingly sneaky forest in frustration. He turned around and left the city wall by driving the velociraptor:

"It doesn't matter. When the destruction comes to our heads, those priests can always come up with a solution. If they can't come up with a solution, everyone will die together in Zul'Gurub, which is not impossible."

"Lord, there is some bad news."

The troll guard following behind the blood lord secretly glanced at the lord's expression, and then said:

"Sen'jin took his clan and sneaked out of Zul'Gurub this afternoon. He said that there is no hope for Stranglethorn Vale. Bwonsamdi guided him to his new homeland in his dream."

"Darkspear?"

The figure of the blood lord shook, and after a while, he said dryly:

"Even Darkspear, who has always been full of affection for his hometown, has left us at this time? And Bwonsamdi, why I don't know, the followers of the god of death, Loa, have reappeared after years of disappearance?"

"Well, lord, in fact, many fugitives in Zul'Gurub now have turned their faith to Bwonsamdi...and most of them have signed a soul contract with Bwonsamdi."

The troll guard hesitated for a moment, not daring to take out the emblem of the god of death Loa in his hand, but in fact, he himself also offered a few days ago to Bwonsamdi, the god of death, who suddenly became active when the disaster came. Own allegiance and sacrifice.

"So, Bwonsamdi is capable of helping them through this disaster?"

The blood lord asked suddenly, startling the troll guard. After a while, the loyal guard whispered:

"The priests of Bwonsamdi promised those worshipers that if they offered sacrifices and loyalty to the god of death, the creeping shadow would not consume their souls... And he said, and said... Zul'Gurub The end of the evil god is coming, and Hakkar will soon drown in his own poisonous blood."

"Aha."

There was a hint of playfulness in the eyes under the blood lord's mask:

"The Grim Reaper, who had been forgotten by us for a long time, suddenly became active, and he also played a guest role as a prophet at this time, haha, this thing is really getting more and more interesting."

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