"The orcs are burning, killing and looting. It looks like they will continue to cause trouble until dawn."
At the edge of Alterac City, the death knights gathered together to report the situation on the battlefield to the new boss. Grokush stood with his arms folded in the snowy night. He stared at the burning city and flames behind him.
Blood, destruction, and death cannot move him anymore. He has been dealing with these things whether he was alive or dead.
"Then let them go. The soldiers stationed in this city have been defeated. Nothing can stop these orcs."
Perhaps it was the growing flames that made the death knight a little disgusted. He took a few steps back and said in a deep voice:
"This city, this country, has no hope. The real fierce battle is next, Dalaran!"
"Ahem"
The familiar cough interrupted Grokush's words. Blackhand was silent for a moment. He waved his hand, and the death knights following him dispersed obediently and blended into the dark night behind them. As the surrendered personnel
, these death knights who originally followed Talon Bloodfiend were unwilling to touch the secrets of the new boss, especially when the ruthless Tyrion was standing behind Grokush, it was their best to keep their tails between their legs.
way of doing things.
No one wants to live in such a miserable state, but the problem is that thanks to the "good reputation" left by the Blood Demon, in the two worlds now, except for the Dark Blade Knights, these people who have repeatedly betrayed their leaders cannot be trusted.
, has nowhere to go.
Grokush walked into the cedar forest at night. In the center of the shadowy forest, a floating shadow was suspended above the snow. It was the mysterious Lord Davar Presto. Of course,
, what came this time was just a magical illusion.
He was still impeccably dressed as a human aristocrat, with a pair of blazing eyes with a meaningful light, looking at Grokush in front of him. After a moment, Lord Davar nodded slightly:
"You and your orc accomplices have done a good job, Death Knight. I basically agree with your abilities. It is quite good for the ants to be able to do this. Logically speaking, your experience of serving me should end here, but no
Coincidentally, I just heard about your next attack target...the city of mages, Dalaran, right?"
Grokush did not speak. He nodded, and then stared at the magic clone in front of him. While waiting for his speech, Lord Presto stretched out his hand and stroked the perfect mustache on his chin. After a moment, he softly
explain:
"Although Dalaran is currently repairing the city defenses that were nearly breached by the tribe a few months ago, even if we look at it in the most optimistic way, with the combat effectiveness shown by you ants, at least one-third of the manpower will be lost.
Only then can we enter the city of mages...Obviously, you need help."
Grokush's eyes blinked and he asked:
"So, what's the price?"
"Hahaha, look what I found! A dead person who is wiser than most living people is really pleasant."
Lord Davar laughed heartily, and after a moment, his expression turned gloomy again:
"Of course, I can help you and create an extremely good opportunity for you, but as you said, this is not without cost. First of all, I want you to destroy the order maintained by those annoying mages! Set fires and kill people.
, plunder, whatever you want to do!"
"Secondly, when I leave Dalaran, I have an important batch of goods that I want you to transport to Draenor. I will take the time to go to your world to check, so don't try to deceive me."
The death knight thought for a moment, and thinking of Tyrion's instructions, he nodded decisively:
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Daval."
"Cherish this opportunity. I rarely trust a group of inferior creatures so much."
The proud Lord Davar waved his black cloak, and the magic clone disappeared into the cold air in the form of dancing flames. The death knight stayed there for several minutes, but in the end, he could not figure out the purpose of the mysterious guy in front of him.
, this is normal, Grokush was not a warrior known for his wisdom, whether in life or after death.
But this does not prevent him from making a decision. The current cooperation between the two parties is beneficial to the Dark Blade Knights.
And at the same moment that the city of Alterac was burning, in the deepest part of the inaccessible Deadwind Trail in the southern part of the continent, a brutal fight was also going on.
Around the towering black mage Takarazhan, who seemed to be in the clouds, the souls that the astral mage managed to maintain and the ghosts who were still indulged in the scenery of the past were involved in a sudden war without any warning.
in the war.
During their lifetime, these ghosts were just human nobles who often came to the Mage Tower for banquets. They were not good at fighting, and even hated and feared war. Judging from this temperament, they would not become powerful undead warriors even after death.
Hundreds of orc warriors who followed Ner'zhul waved their weapons. The shaman's tongue of fire totem was inserted into the ground, absorbing the power of the elements and blessing the warriors' sharp blades with wisps of magical flames, allowing them to do damage.
to these pure soul bodies.
"Help! Help! Open the door quickly!"
Duchess of Alberlock, the gorgeously dressed female ghost looked at the chaos around her, trembling with fear, and collapsed in front of Karazhan's door, beating the door bolt wildly.
Behind her, the ghosts whose memories had been blocked fled in all directions amidst the roars of the orcs. Fenris, the chief of the Thunder King clan, was riding on his war wolf. From time to time, he would throw out the blazing war spear in his hand, piercing one after another.
A struggling soul dragged them back to him, while Ner'zhul, the great shaman standing next to him, looked at these strange souls on the edge of the chaotic battlefield like a researcher.
A little noble ghost riding on a skeleton horse looked at the old orc next to him tremblingly, and said with difficulty:
"Please don't hurt us. I can take you to the back door of this mage tower. That is the exit of the servants. There is no door blocking you. Stop this cruel killing. We have no grievances, please."
Faced with this request, Ner'zhul raised his head and patted the soul dust in his hand. He took his Thousand Soul Staff from the warrior next to him and tapped it lightly on the ground. Those elements blessed by the shaman
The flame disappeared on the orcs' blades in an instant, making it impossible for the orcs to harm these defenseless human ghosts.
After stopping the war, the old shaman looked at the young noble in front of him and said softly:
"The illusory life given by Medivh is bright and beautiful, but it also traps all cowardly people. According to the tradition of the orcs, the dead should return to the land of their ancestors. What you need is not to cherish this meaningless illusion.
, what you need is complete relief."
Faced with this statement, the ghost of the little nobleman riding on the skeleton horse smiled with difficulty, and reached out to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead. He held the horse's rein tightly and said with some fear:
"More than two months ago, another visitor came here. He gave me a horse and gave me the opportunity to leave here. In the occasional free time, I would ride the horse on the headwind path.
While running on the road, I unexpectedly met soldiers from Night Town. From their mouths, I learned the truth... We died, and we have been dead for several years, and the world outside has been turned upside down."
Having said this, the little noble raised his head and looked at Ner'zhul seriously:
"We are incompatible with the outside world. We have been abandoned by the world of the living. I am probably the only one here who knows the cruel truth, but I did not choose to tell them."
"Dear shaman, even after death, I think we have the right to choose compared to other ghosts. Some people keep moving forward along the long river of time, but some people choose to stay in the best memories. What you may be talking about is
Truth, but for us escapist dead ghosts, truth and logic may not matter.”
These words were very sincere, and Ner'zhul, who had been serving the spirits of the ancestors all year round, also understood what the ghost in front of him wanted to express. After a moment, he waved his staff, and the orcs of the Thunder King clan retracted their weapons and stood
Behind the warchief, Ner'zhul looked at the ghost in front of him and said softly:
"You have been bitten by the poisonous snake of illusion. You are eager to bury your head in the river of immortality and drink again and again. Your thirst is unquenchable, but illusion is illusion. Sooner or later... there is a price to pay for cheating death, sir, but this
It has nothing to do with us! Now, take us to the servant entrance you mentioned!"
The old shaman raised his head and looked at the dead black mage tower. An obscure light flashed in his eyes:
"Since the owner of this place is unwilling to open the welcoming door, the anxious guests have no choice but to barge in rudely."
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"These damn orcs!"
Nielas Elan stood on the balcony of Karazhan, looking at the chaotic battlefield below. The ghost archmage clenched the staff in his hand. Next to him was a soldier wearing shabby armor.
He no longer had the power he once used to denounce Fang Qiu, but it was easy to see his face clearly through the light from the balcony. This was clearly the Alliance Marshal who had escaped death, Anduin Lothar.
Compared to Archmage Elan, Lothar obviously knew more about the orcs. He looked at the battlefield below with a telescope and asked in a deep voice:
"Mage Ellan, didn't you say that Karazhan has strict magical surveillance at the entrance to the Deadwind Pass? Why can the orcs directly invade here?"
"It's those shamans!"
Elan replied a little irritably:
"The elements that the shamans called here rushed into the area controlled by Karazhan at an extremely fast speed after demolishing the surveillance. They had the means to deal with the undead. The ghost mist failed to stop them. Karazhan's defense structure
The world is useless in front of that old orc, obviously, they are well prepared!"
"Can it be transferred?"
Lothar rubbed his fingers and asked: "I heard Medivh say that some areas on the upper level of this mage tower can be transferred to the void in critical moments. Neither Mage Merry nor Ms. Aegwynn is here. If
Okay, we need to avoid this fight!"
"no!"
Nielas Elan pulled down his mage hat and said in a deep voice:
"The shamans summoned the elements to seal off the space around Karazhan. Although these nature-worshiping spellcasters are not as good as traditional mages in terms of teleportation skills, their compatibility with the elements, in this situation of sealing and defense,
It is incomparable to mages. If Medivh and Aegwynn were still there, I could still take the risk to break through and transfer, but now...it's almost impossible."
"I have asked Moros to summon all the ghosts in this tower who can still fight, but we are not sure in the face of the menacing orcs."
Lothar put down the telescope, adjusted his armor, drew out his sword and shield with his backhand, waved the weapon, and said in a deep voice:
"So, I will also join the fight!"
"You can't!"
Elan turned to Lothar and said: "In Medivh's future plan, you occupy a very important position. We rescued you from the battlefield, not to let you fight for the orcs!"
Lothar wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Elan.
"Listen to me, Anduin, I watched you grow up. I know how brave you are, but now, I need you to use your courage appropriately. Atumen has prepared a war horse for you.
The ghosts of Karazhan and I will buy you time to leave and go to Stormwind City!"
"But, those time guardians..."
Lothar has been in Karazhan for nearly two months. He is not ignorant. Guys like him who have escaped their fate have been targeted by the bronze dragons. Once they leave Karazhan, they will immediately be attacked by the bronze dragons.
It is difficult to say how the arrest will end.
"The bronze dragon guarding this timeline has disappeared!"
Ellan whispered: "She has been attracted all the attention by Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn. There is no sign of her activity in the past two months. This is our chance, although these weird orcs may not be directed at them."
You're here, but we can't risk it, go ahead, go to Stormwind City, and come back after everything is quiet."
In the broken hall on the lower level of Karazhan, among the collapsed pillars and stone ruins, Butler Moros put on a set of bright red leather armor with two sharp daggers in his waist. In front of his eyes, Karazhan
The ghosts gathered in the hall in great numbers, listening to the butler's speech.
Here are Karazhan's best hunter leader Atumen, the Opera House's most skilled actors in combat, giant guard golems that were activated in an emergency, and some skeleton mages with flames burning in their eye sockets.
"The enemy has approached Karazhan, and the master needs us to take up arms and defend our home!"
Moros shouted in a deep voice:
"Before we fall, the intruders cannot get close to the master's secrets! It is our honor to die for Karazhan!"
As soon as the loyal butler finished speaking, the tight wooden door at the back was kicked open with a burst of force. Wood chips flew everywhere, and a tall and slender figure strode into the ruins with a group of gloomy death knights.
Among them, she was carrying a war hammer dotted with crystal fragments, wearing heavy and ferocious armor, and even her blue tail was covered with an inverted triangle, a steel protection like a sharp cone.
Like a ferocious steel beast.
With cold eyes scanning the crowd in front of him, the intruder pressed the warhammer in his hand against the ground, making a heavy sound.
"Listen, the rats are hiding in the dark and whispering, plotting against their natural enemies! But it's a pity..."
"Yrel is here! Business is business!"
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