Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The Holy Light is on."

The mayor of Solomon riding on the horse was looking at the battlefield above the hillside with a telescope in his hand. The scene of tens of thousands of dead crows falling from the sky was shocking.

It was like a black storm wrapped in snow and wind. The scattered feathers dyed the entire sky into an unknown color. Although the noisy sound of the battlefield could not be heard, it seemed to echo those brave warriors in the heart of the old town mayor. Screams.

"Warriors are using their lives to buy us time."

The old town mayor gritted his teeth and shouted to the fearful civilians behind him: "Don't stay! Go! Go!"

At the dock in the lakeside town, all available boats were summoned, and each boat was filled with civilians. Those people who were about to lose their homes were holding weak assets, and some women held their children tight. Hugging tightly in his arms, no matter men or women, everyone's face shone with fear.

On the bridge across the huge Zhishui Lake in the lakeside town, some miners who voluntarily broke are nervously tying the bridge piers with explosives. This stone bridge, which took countless manpower and materials, was built together with Zhishui Lake. The only road on both sides of the strait, in order to prevent the dead spirits from chasing, the mayor made a painful determination. Once the matter cannot be recovered, the bridge will be completely destroyed.

But even after exhausting all strength to evacuate civilians, within this very short period of time, it was still impossible to send all the people to a safe zone. The dock in the lakeside town was packed with civilians waiting to board the ship, and The flow of people on the stone bridge is also surging forward. Without the means of transportation, civilians can only use their own legs to cross the mountain road of Red Ridge Mountain in their fear and over the mountains before they can reach the border of Alvin Forest.

Under normal circumstances, if you use your feet to walk this section of the road, it will take at least 4-5 hours.

The difficult mountain road in the past may just complain, but at this moment, this has almost become a desperate desperation, and what is more worrying is that when the undead appeared, the mayor sent a letter of help to Stormwind City. , But until now, I didn't get even a reply.

Although the chaotic town has not been directly attacked by the undead, but as the pioneer of the undead, the invisible fear is about to defeat these wretched poor people, crying everywhere, children, adults, crying The desperation brought by the sound infected too many people and made the crowd silent and sad. There are also black-hearted guys who take advantage of the chaos to do something they dare not do on weekdays.

All this makes the already bad environment even worse.

Mayor Solomon stood on the pier. He held two children missing from his parents in his arms. The mayor's eyes were full of worry. Either something happened in Stormwind City and he could not support Redridge Mountain in time, or... Those letters may not have been sent to the king at all.

"Damn!"

The old man over half a year gritted his teeth and scolded, but at this moment, apart from praying for the Holy Light, they had almost nowhere to go.

Only when there is little hope, you will understand why people pray, and ironically, this kind of desperate prayer often cannot change the inevitable ending.

But...but perhaps the omnipresent Holy Light really heard the calls of these desperate believers. In short, when the human formation on the hillside faced the pressure of the raven and the undead, and began to decay gradually, the two ships were suspended in the sky. The spaceship suddenly broke through the space and appeared above the lakeside town.

They look very beautiful, as if they were carved from a huge piece of jewel. When flying, the holy magic power floated around the crystal, and the swaying magic line wrapped around the spaceship, in the desperate crowd In this, the spaceship that appeared suddenly seemed to symbolize hope in desperation.

No one in the entire lakeside town did not know about these spaceships, and their appearance represented the arrival of the draenei.

More than a year ago, when the weird draenei landed on the other side of Zhishui Lake, they caused a panic, but soon the people knew that this was an extraterritorial guest invited by the king. These weirdos with horns and tails also believe in the Holy Light, and the draenei have helped the lakeside town to annihilate the jackals and the overflowing fishmen of the Red Ridge Mountains several times. Under this mutual help, the draenei Also smoothly integrated into the environment of this border region.

"Om"

Between the golden beams of light, the Prophet Velen carrying the Redeemer's Staff strode out of the beam of light, and behind him was the priest Chaldean Chaplain of the Cathedral of Light, and many Paladins from Stormwind. Out of the beam of light under the spaceship, under the command of the bishop, these paladins quickly created a large blank area among the chaotic crowd.

"Citizens of Lakeside Town! Stormwind City received your letter of help, and Mr. Prophet and I are here for this!"

With the help of the mage's amplified magic, the solemn voice of Chaldean priest spread to the crowd, he shouted loudly:

"At this moment of crisis, our Draenei friends are willing to use their spacecraft to take you to a safe place. Women, children and the elderly are given priority access to the cabin, and adult men are ready to deal with the danger!"

"Why!"

An angry voice sounded in the crowd: "Why should they go first? We are all king's people! There should be no such difference!"

"Ok?"

There was a fierce flash in Chaldean's eyes, and he pointed in that direction. The heavily armed Royal bodyguard immediately withdrew his long sword, and hurriedly walked over. The crowd over there spread out, isolating the guy who had just spoken. The frivolous little ruffian looked at the royal guard who was approaching him in horror. What he shouted, but the next moment, Li Jian cut it mercilessly.

The **** head rolled down on the ground, causing all disgruntled guys to close their mouths immediately.

"Now! Seize the incident, citizens!"

Chaldean priest shook his hand, watching the **** long swords in the hands of the cold guards, the chaotic order quickly recovered, and while the old and the weak boarded the ship, the Privy Councilor gave the old mayor a glance. , The two went aside, and the bishop asked seriously:

"Mayor Solomon, how many waves did you send?"

"Five people! They all went to the griffin for help."

The old mayor pinched his hat in his hand and said anxiously, "but..."

"This is the problem, Mr. Mayor."

The Bishop Privy looked at the battlefield above the hillside, and he said softly: "We only received one letter. When the brave messenger arrived at Stormwind City, he and his griffin were wounded... The undead were very Obviously, we were planning to kill all the messengers and try to seal up the news. We even just knew about the fall of the Watchtower three days ago."

"what?"

The old town mayor widened his eyes: "Watchtower also..."

Chaldean Chaldean painted a religious gesture on his chest. He said with a trace of pain:

"The warriors there were annihilated by the whole army, but now it is not to say that at this time, the Prophet Velen also has his own people and materials to be transported. Their spacecraft can only land and land once, and this time can transport about 80,000 in the limit state. People and enough living supplies, the remaining 40,000 people...I need you to take them on foot to the East Valley, where the Paladins of the Kingdom set up defense lines."

The Privy Councilor looked at the old mayor, he said in a deep voice:

"The old and weak of the lakeside town will be sent to the North County, and the adult men will be sent directly there. The East Valley will be the last line of defense of the kingdom against the undead, and there can't be any fall there!"

"But now we also need support, Master Bishop!"

Mayor Solomon pointed to the battlefield on the hillside, and he excitedly said to Chaldeans: "General Gore is fighting dead with the dead, they need soldiers! If the kingdom needs a line of defense, then it should be on Redridge Mountain, among the warriors A place of bloodshed and sacrifice, not a hand to give this land to those undead! We don’t need to retreat! The Nightwatch Legion is very close here, they can..."

"Listen to me! The night watchman cannot support!"

Chaldean aggravated the tone and interrupted the old town mayor's rebuttal. The secret bishop's fingers flicked on the purple jewel ceremonial dagger at his waist, and a light shimmered at the fingertips, calming the bishop down. He took a deep breath Tone, explained:

"Undead has also appeared in the Twilight Forest. Mr. Solomon, the Nightwatch Corps and the Duke of Albloc are no more optimistic than you. The Undead Corps from Crow Ridge is now besieging Night Town! Why do you think the Draenei Can only land and land here once?"

"Because after saving the lakeside town, we still have to save the town of night scenery!"

The tone of the Privy Archbishop was full of hidden anger and unwillingness. He stretched out his hands and put it on the shoulder of Mayor Solomon:

"Those **** can attack Elwynn Forest directly from the Twilight Forest, threatening Stormwind City! And the rebellion in the Western Wilderness... It is not accidental that these disasters happen at the same time, think about it with your brain...The dead are in us A net was built when I didn't notice it. If we can't unite at this time, we will be strangled alive soon!"

"Do you understand? Mr. Solomon, there is no point in staying at Redridge Mountain! You are unwilling, and I am the same! No one wants to let go of their own land! But now, we must withdraw our fingers and make a fist. When the undead sang forward, they punched them hard!"

"I...I get it."

Mayor Solomon gritted his teeth and put his shabby hat on his head. He turned away without saying a word, looking at the rickety back, and the Privy Cardinal sighed.

At this time, a hoarse voice rang in his ears:

"What's wrong? My little cutie, I feel the sadness inside you. Are you sad about the death of your fellow citizens?"

This voice has a strange tone, and anyone who hears it will think of the flowing darkness, but Chaldean Pastor seems to be used to this voice. He shook his head and said to himself:

"Yes, ma'am, I feel sorrow for the soldiers who are fighting. When we are still hopeful...abandon them."

"Really boring!"

The voice softly mocked Chaldean's weakness:

"The last poor host was hopeless and could only be killed, but you are different, Chaldeans, we can do a great cause, I said, I will temporarily...help you, The premise is that you have to throw away meaningless emotions like the King of Blades, but he is a coward... Hehe, he dare not use me, maybe because he understands the cost of failure."

The Priscilla's eyes tranced for a moment. He subconsciously clenched the purple crystal dagger around his waist. He said in a deep voice:

"I am different from him!"

"Very good, this is what I want to see, voila, this soul in front of you is full of anger! Solomon, he will be a good target and a good help! Anger and remorse will devour him, in him Before being swallowed, let him use it for you."

The voice dissipated quietly, and at the last moment, a flash of shadow seemed to kiss on the forehead of Chaldeans:

"Also, my little cute... call me, sister."

"Pastor Chaldean!"

The prophet’s gentle voice rang behind the bishop, waking Chaldeans, and when he turned around, he saw the prophet watching him with a puzzled look:

"Who were you talking to?"

"This decent fellow betrayed his world and his compatriots. He will die sooner or later...just to see who killed him."

The voice sounded again in the ears of Chaldeans, but the Bishop Privy Council had not heard it. He said to the prophet with compassion:

"I'm praying for the warriors who died in battle...Mr. Prophet, do you need my help?"

Velen felt that the Chaldean Chaplain might be hiding something, but at this moment, the Prophet did not think about it. He looked back at the position on the hillside and said to the bishop:

"I need you to help me arrange a holy light purification enchantment to ensure that the undead will not break through here before your people leave...and how many soldiers will be saved."

More than ten minutes later, while the two spacecrafts rose into the sky, a scorching light barrier covering the entrance of the entire lakeside town stood under the hillside, almost completely covering the entire town and the small battlefield above. The undead to this barrier were quickly burned to ashes, and the voice of Chaldean priest also sounded between the mountains in front of him:

"Warriors of the kingdom, come back! The Holy Light will protect you!"

"The holy land stands here! The evil of death, this is not where you should come! Retreat!"

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