Death Trail of Azeroth

To the common people, the undead tide that swept across the entire Eastern Continent years ago had been largely wiped out. Although small groups of undead were rumored to have retreated to easily defensible locations like Blackrock Spire and Zul'Gurub, and despite the Darkblade Highlord still being on the other side of the Dark Portal, human civilization, with the aid of elves, goblins, gnomes, and even orcs, had finally driven away these damned dead! As for how the Defias Federation would transfer power to the Stormwind Kingdom, and what twists and turns might occur, these were pressing matters of concern for the exiled nobles and councilors. While the common people worried about whether taxes would double next year, the war in the Eastern Continent was, after all, temporarily over.

Pandaria, Valley of the Four Winds, Halfhill Town.
As the mist cleared, the Alliance and Horde, exhausted from dealing with the undead, the Legion, and the Twilight Cult, had no energy left to focus on this mysterious continent. Moreover, although the Darkblade Legion had been defeated, its naval power had not suffered significant losses, and human civilization needed time to recover. Despite this, the Booty Bay Cruise Company, spearheaded by several goblin trading princes, successfully seized this business opportunity. All sorts of races came to this continent shrouded in mist for millennia, seeking a chance to strike it rich overnight. Of course, the high elf we see today traveling through the mountains with a draenei girl clearly doesn't belong to this category.

'Mom, these shrimp dumplings are so delicious! Ah, this eight-treasure rice is so fragrant! The pandaren chefs here are much better than our cook, Ral!'
'Dornan, didn't Dad teach you not to talk while eating?'
'But it really is delicious! Ral's signature dishes are only fit for Mom and Dad. You're so busy every day, you don't know what Vanessa, Taelia, and I eat—all takeout from Shattrath City! I'm so tired of those warp burgers!'
With her muttering, the temperature around the girl suddenly rose.
"Alright, Dornan, besides helping Mom relax, wasn't this trip also to find a chef for you little devils? I wonder if any Pandaren chefs would be willing to come to our house?"
"Dad said, 'A generous reward will surely bring forth brave men,' right? I see they accept gold coins here, we're sure to find one!" "
Don't mention your dad! Have you forgotten who made Mom come here?!" "
Okay, so you saw Dad and Aunt Irelia in bed together? I even saw her with Sister Nasa several times... Waaah!"
"Eat your food! How could I have such a noisy daughter!" Meanwhile

, in Draenor, Shadowmoon Valley, the Black Temple

—this is the Darkblade Legion's stronghold, a veritable hell on earth in the children's tales of human civilization. The Demon Lord Tyrael drinks from the skulls of fallen warriors, sits on his burning throne, and laughs maniacally amidst the wailing of the palace's vengeful spirits.
Meanwhile, Highlord Tyrion lies on a soft velvet bed, his azure eyes fixed on the dark red gauze curtains that gleam brilliantly under the dim light of the lesser moonstone lamps. At the Death Lord's request, Yrel's boudoir has been transformed into an unusually intimate dwelling. Hmm, it's said that the 'Tyrant' Yrel even secretly visited some of Shattrath's most renowned brothels for this purpose. Yet,
here stands the high-ranking death knight, feared by his enemies, head bowed, sucking on Tyrion's penis. Wait, isn't it a miracle that an undead creature's penis isn't rotten? And he can even enjoy sexual intercourse? This is all thanks to Tyrion's good friend, the troll Zangil, who invented the latest 'Tiger Oil'. Okay, the name is pretty tacky, but during one of his daily teasing sessions with his favorite female companion, our protagonist Tyrael secretly smeared this supposedly made from the essence of the Loa god 'Silvara' on his penis.
'Thank goodness this stuff isn't taken orally, who knows what part of that tiger spirit it's made from?' Tyrion chuckled, not-so-funny, while kissing Yrel's ample breasts. Compared to the night elf Nathaniel and the high elf Alleria, Yrel's breasts were always a source of pride. Especially after one drunken night, when his Highlord, calling himself a 'Big-Breasted Alien,' tore open his breastplate and sank into his two F-cup breasts to fall into a deep sleep, Yrel began to take extra care of her breasts during her campaigns.
It's also worth noting that high-ranking officers of the Darkblade Legion have the opportunity to exchange military merits for dragon blood. The Red Dragon Queen's blood was a spoil of war obtained by Tyrion when he broke away from Gul'dan and launched a counterattack on Grim Batol. Its effects on the dead are not as great as on the living, but it can indeed revitalize the bodies of these undead. After all, the author has no interest in describing two corpses having sex in the traditional sense.
'High Lord, do you think the Mistress will be angry with me? I don't want to be banished to Hellfire Peninsula... It's too dry there... Sigh, slow down... Oh...' Yrel complained in a breathy voice, while trying to spread her dark jade legs as wide as possible. Although the man was a high elf, he had thighs as thick as an orc's, and his ferocious, erect penis, covered in Yrel's lustful fluids, slid in easily.
'No, my darling hoof, this is just a way for Orei to show her love for me. You know she's not used to having many people around... Hiss, it's only been half a month since I touched you, why are you so tight again?' "
It's all because of Nasa, ah, go slower!" "
The dignified Director of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau, you guys are just thinking about how to drain me dry every day? Is that really okay?" "
Don't you like it? Then I'll find someone else next time. I'll go with Grukush, I heard that guy's assets are the biggest among orcs! Ee-ya? You pervert? Hearing that I'm going to find someone else, it gets even bigger. Oh, hurry up, I'm going to fly!"
Tyrion listened to his captive's lewd words and couldn't help but get a little excited, his crotch moving even faster. For a moment, the sound of flesh colliding echoed throughout the empty bedroom.

Outside the door, a few kids (Dornan, Vanessa VanCleef, and Anduin, don't ask me why it's them, go read the original!)
Vanessa: We should go, there's nothing fun in Aunt Yrel's room.
Anduin: But Aunt Yrel clearly performed magic tricks with that ghost aunt last time! I think she liked us quite a bit…
Dornan: Especially since Dad was there too, maybe she can play with us after they finish fighting…
Vanessa: Are you really that clueless? When have they ever made love… Oh, fighting never ends quickly… Anduin, we have to go, right now!

The little devils hurriedly left, their faces flushed, but the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly lewd. The robust High Elf Highlord and the voluptuous Draenei Deathlord had already arrived on the balcony, Tyrion thrusting his hips while planting hickeys on Yrel's long neck.
The little devils actually left, those slutty little hooves, do you think they'll tell Aurelia this time?
"I...I don't know...please be gentle...I have a Legion meeting tomorrow...
anyway, everyone can see you're radiant. Instead of worrying about that, think about how many times you plan to satisfy me tonight?
Three...three times, darling, I'm almost there. Please let me...do
as you wish, my exclusive slut..."
As the man thrust faster, one hand continued to knead the female draenei's ample breasts, while the other hand twisted her...tail.
"Tail...wooo...you cheated again!"
Accompanied by the female draenei's miserable scream, she trembled and slumped into the high lord's arms.

Anduin, who had just heard the sound and was about to turn around to look at the second-floor balcony, was chopped by Vanessa. "
What's there to see? Let's go!"

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