Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 477 10. Young People - Add More for Book Friends 150531132548765 [7/20]

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Ralaire Yahuo, this is one of the ancient druids who participated in the battle of the ancients. He was active 9000 years ago.

After the demons failed to invade Azeroth thousands of years ago, not all the demons left this world, and some who accepted the power of the demons remained in the dark, continuing to plan for their demon masters A plot to destroy the world.

In that era, humans, dwarves, and dwarves had not yet been born, and there were very few types of life in the whole world. In addition to the trolls everywhere, there were elves, bearmen, wild boars, etc., so it was left to the demons. There are not many choices. When they develop their servant army, they often choose some elves who are not firm-willed.

The elves who voluntarily or passively accepted the power of demons will undergo great changes in their shape. The slender and graceful body will be replaced by bloated and twisted muscles, and the beautiful legs will also be transformed into recurved hooves. It grows a purple or black mane, demon horns, and a constantly wagging tail.

These ugly and treacherous half-demons are called "satyrs" by the elves, which is a derogatory term for traitors.

But for these hidden satyrs, hundreds of years after the demons were defeated, they set off a big rebellion against Mount Hyjal and the World Tree. They summoned many demons from the void to help, and at that time, the entire dark night The elves hadn't recovered from the War of the Ancients, and they had a hard time facing the rebellious satyrs.

That battle caused many undeserving warriors to fall into the sand, and at the most critical moment in the Battle of Sartre, some druids headed by Lalaire Yahuo did not want to be passively beaten again. Along with others, a dangerous experiment was conducted.

As we all know, the power of Druids comes from the demigods of the wilderness they believe in. The demigods have given them the ability to transform and fight, but not all demigods of the wilderness will bestow power on Druids, not because the demigods are stingy. Rather, there are some powers that are too dangerous for mortals, such as the most vicious demigod of the wilderness, the wolf spirit Goldrinn.

This giant wolf god with snow-colored mane in full bloom and who walks in the forest like a lone wolf is extremely powerful, and the wild power it represents is also unruly. Druids rarely pray to the wolf spirit for strength , but Lalael Yahuo and his companions, at the critical moment when they saw their compatriots being beaten back by Sartre, they accepted the dangerous blessing of the wolf spirit without hesitation.

They became the world's first batch of werewolf druids, fierce, powerful, and desperate to fight. The invincible satyrs launched a desperate battle. They fought fiercely in the Howling Valley for several days. Thousands of werewolf druids killed demons and satyrs several times their own. Finally, the forced satyrs had to flee in a hurry .

It can be said that without the existence of Lalier and the werewolf druids, it is really hard to say what the end of the night elves in the battle of Satyr would be like, but the ending of Lalier is not good, Goldrinn The power is beyond the control of ordinary people. These werewolf druids were too immersed in killing, which also changed their minds. They began to frantically attack all creatures around them, even their companions.

As a last resort, the archdruid Malfurion Stormrage had to seal these out-of-control werewolf druids in the deepest part of the Emerald Dream, and then ordered that no druids be allowed to attack the wolf again. Ringoedrin prayed for strength.

But Ralaire did not die, and the druids would not die so easily in the Emerald Dream. In the thousands of years of sealing, powerful mages have come into contact with these initial werewolves more than once. It is said that Medivh once saw it with his own eyes. Ralaire and his companion, the hapless human actor Wolfe Wallace, were the victims of Medivh's werewolf research.

The mentor of the lich Arugal, the summoner Ur, also found the sealed space of Lalier in the last summoning before his death. Under the instruction of Tyrion, Aru Gao Mi returned to Gilneas, secretly summoned the dangerous alpha wolf from the Emerald Dream, and gave him the moon night grass potion that can effectively suppress the power of werewolves.

The Dark Blade King is not doing good deeds. He reached an agreement with Lalier. As the price of freedom, Lalier will help Wolfe integrate the werewolf forces in Silverpine Forest. This druid 9000 years ago was in After being freed from the endless wrath of the werewolf, he also agreed to this request, but he also needed Wolfe to help him find something.

Ralaire needs the "sacred object" in the hands of the night elf druids who are active in Gilneas, the weapon called the "Scythe of the Moon God", which he received from Goldrinn 9,000 years ago. The staff he uses when he is in power, he needs that staff to free his other brothers trapped in the Emerald Dream.

After learning the news of Lalier's survival, the Blightcallers who were active in Kul Tiras also sent envoys, intending to invite Lalielle Fanghuo to join the ranks of Blightcaller. It is said that the two sides had a very good discussion Happy, but when Ralaire tried to snatch the Moon God's Scythe from the night elf druid, a little accident happened, which caused the night elves to detect the relief of the wolf in advance, so they almost immediately Returned to Mount Hyjal with the Scythe of Elune.

This once made Lalier very angry, but he was still rational in the end, especially when he learned from Wolfe that the demons were about to invade Azeroth again, the ancient druid hit it off with Tyrion , he wants to stay in Gilneas, where he will join hands with Luminas and Wolfe to resist the attack of demons.

Although these old bones who have gone through the battle of the ancients are sometimes stubborn and difficult to deal with, their hatred and vigilance against demons in their bones have helped Tyrion a lot at this point in time.

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"boom"

A living skeleton twisted its body, trying to get up from the bone pit, but when it raised its head, a cold combat boot kicked the rotting head from the front, kicking the skeleton again Back to the pit.

"Burn them!"

A voice with a slight accent sounded, and the next moment, viscous kerosene was poured from the top of the bone pit. Amidst the gurgling sound of the liquid, the young figure stood beside the bone pit with a torch in his hand. A flame with a strange smell burned from the pit of bones.

This is not a scene on a certain battlefield. In fact, this is the outer city of Lordaeron, a scene that took place in a cemetery in a civilian area. Under the will of the Lich King, the invisible force of darkness is awakening The corpses in the tomb are not awakened one by one. In the strange noises at night, often all the corpses in a cemetery will be pulled out of eternal sleep.

The Lich King's "appetite" is very good. He doesn't care about the weak soul power remaining on these bones. He is not picky like Tyrion. When the chaos caused by the plague pot incident has not yet subsided, Lordan The people of the Kingdom of Lun were horrified to find that, as if overnight, they were surrounded by brainless undead wandering in the sun.

Although in the eyes of soldiers, these brainless undead are not threatening when they are alone, but to be honest, this scene is more terrifying to civilians than the legendary Dark Blade Death Knight, even though the two have nothing at all. comparability.

"Quick, next one!"

Dranosh Saurfang, the little orc chief who lived in the city of Lordaeron, was also busy with a team of militiamen in the cemetery in the civilian area at this time. This shows the lack of manpower. Of course, This is also because King Terenas had foreseen that bad things were coming, and he ordered to "purify" all the tombs inside and outside the city within one day.

And when the militiamen dug up the cemetery, they realized that the situation was far worse than what they saw or thought... In the underground, almost all known tombs contained awakened corpses, and for As far as the bones of those weak civilians are concerned, militiamen with weapons can swarm up and solve them, but the most difficult thing is the corpses of real soldiers.

When the orcs invaded Lordaeron, many warriors who died in battle were buried in the cemetery in the city. After these warriors who died in battle were awakened, they still retained part of their thinking about fighting. These bones were difficult for the militiamen to fight against. , and Little Saurfang's following is to prevent damage to the militiamen, which is absolutely necessary.

And since he was busy in the morning, little Saurfang's armor was covered with disgusting, stinky blood, and even his well-maintained battle ax was covered with the pollution of this kind of corpse, which made the young orc very dissatisfied , but there is no way, he is living in this city at this time, if he doesn't care, the undead will swarm up, and he will be the one who will be unlucky.

"Be careful, don't go down, burn them with fire! Spears, not swords! Don't get dragged down, fool!"

The orc swung his axe, chopped off the head of the sword-wielding undead rushing out of the dug tomb, and kicked a militiaman who got too close, allowing him to escape the deadly rotten sword. Pierce through, and amidst his roar, the militiamen picked up their spears, roared and rushed forward to stab, and finally managed to drive the undead bones that rushed out back into the burning flames.

But looking at the undead struggling in the flames, little Saurfang still felt very uncomfortable. Although these soldiers died in the battle with the orcs, although they might still have the blood of the orcs on their hands, they still felt very uncomfortable. After all, he died on the battlefield. In the ancient tradition of the orcs, little Saurfang could not accept this kind of behavior of blaspheming the dead.

Of course, this may also have something to do with what happened to his father, and while this is the case in the city, the situation outside the city is obviously even worse.

"Dranosh! Come!"

When little Saurfang was carrying the oil barrel to another tomb, behind him, the shout of the orc Jorin in mage robes made him turn his head suddenly, and the orc gave a few words to the tired militiamen around him , and walked towards Jolin.

"What's wrong? Yorin, aren't you studying in Dalaran?"

Dranosh asked while wiping his sweat, "Is there any news for me?"

"Of course! Don't worry about it, come with me, Thrall and Garrosh are back."

Jorin was talking, and pulled Dranosh to leave, but the young orc warrior looked back at the busy militiamen, he was really worried about letting these militiamen who had never been on the battlefield face those weird things alone. Undead, thinking of this, Dranosh shook his head, and instead pulled Yolin towards the dug-up graveyards.

"You can go to see them at any time, deal with these undead first, you don't want to fall asleep at night and be woken up by these undead, right? It just so happens that your spells deal with them faster."

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More than 30 minutes later, Dranosh and the aggrieved Yorin appeared in a garden in Lordaeron's aristocratic district after a change of clothes. He saw Sa sitting on an open-air table from a distance. Er and Garrosh, beside them, there was a young troll who looked around curiously, it was an unfamiliar face.

"Hey, brother!"

Dranosh yelled, and sat down next to Thrall and Garrosh very politely. The four boys greeted each other, joked, and hugged each other. They seemed to have a very good relationship.

After playing around for a while, Dranosh picked up a piece of meat steak. Just as he was about to eat it, he inexplicably thought of the corpses that were dealt with this morning. Thinking of the disgusting smell of barbecue, he immediately lost his appetite and changed to a skewer. Grape, while eating, looked at the troll beside him and asked:

"Who is this little brother?"

"This is Vol'jin, the son of the chief of the Darkspear clan. They were attacked by the Naga on the Echo Isles. Then the war chief led the warriors to help them drive away the Naga. Now the Darkspear trolls are also part of the tribe."

Garrosh reached out his hand and patted little Saurfang on the shoulder. He showed off his new armor intentionally or unintentionally. It was a set of armor full of orc style, made of steel, animal bone and animal skin. It was a gift from his father, Grom Hellscream, before he left.

"How's my armor? It's cool, isn't it? My dad says I'm a real warrior now, and I'm entitled to my own armor, with shaman spells on it."

Garrosh picked up a chicken leg, chewed it, and said to the nervous Vol'jin:

"Vol'jin, good friend, this is Dranosh, a mighty warrior, and Jorin, our wisest spellcaster, you don't look well, is the food not to your liking?"

"No, it's not."

Vol'jin, who was sitting on the side, shook his head. This troll has a pair of dark blue eyes, and the two big fangs at the corners of his mouth are also very clean. Facing Garrosh's concern, he shrugged and looked back Behind the buildings of the human city, he whispered:

"Our Darkspear clan migrated to the Echo Islands because of the war between the orcs and humans, but now it seems that humans treat you well and don't take you as prisoners. This makes me very curious."

"We are a symbol of maintaining peace between orcs and humans. We use personal freedom as a bargaining chip in exchange for the peace of the two races. Besides, how dare those humans?"

Garrosh sneered:

"I've beaten their noble princes before, hehe, I don't know how that little boy Alsace is doing recently."

"Hey."

Thrall, who had been silent all this time, looked back with a feeling, and then pouted at Garrosh:

"Boyboy is right behind you, and he looks like he's going to fight you."

"Um?"

The four orcs and a troll turned their heads in unison, and saw Alsace in armor walking into the garden alone. The prince was full of the smell of war, and the armor on his body was also stained with blood. There was an undisguised tiredness on his face, but he didn't come to provoke the orcs. On the contrary, after a few seconds of eye contact with Garrosh, Arthas whispered:

"I need your help... You can refuse, but I can't find helpers in this city."

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