Azeroth’s Death Track

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Apocalypse is a dangerous weapon, there is no doubt about it.

Whether it's Aegwynn's story or the only words and phrases learned in the game experience, the words "terror", "disaster", and "crazy" are all used to describe this weapon. Azeroth has a lot of legends. They have all kinds of stories, but the dark legend of Apocalypse is especially memorable.

Other weapons just take the life of the enemy, and this weapon, even the soul of the sword bearer, will not let go...

Tyrion was sitting behind Karazhan’s unique ghost griffin, flying fast in the direction of the burning plain in the dark, the awakened magic sword roaring in the scabbard behind him, roaring in his soul , It is irritable and angry, just like a flaming flame, burning others, burning itself without a moment of tranquility.

Living people's will can't stand this noisy, no matter how determined the person, holding the magic sword, will be defeated by this noisy soul sooner or later, but the dead are different, and the will of the dead is always subject to the abyss of **** The impact of this will quickly slip into the abyss of eternity without notice. The noisy magic sword will instead keep the dead awake at all times, which is actually a good thing.

But how to say, this feeling is like dancing with a wolf...

The death knight has such a word in his heart. When you can control the lone wolf, it will become your best hunting partner, but once you bleed in front of it, you become weak in front of it, and you cannot satisfy it. When the appetite is getting bigger, it will twist your head without hesitation to tear your throat and eat you with the bones.

Gul'dan's evil soul satiated the gluttonous magic sword. It is now in an aftertaste of satisfaction, but God knows when it will become hungry again, and Tyrion has made up his mind. At this stage, it is still too dangerous to rely too much on this magic sword.

Until his soul becomes strong enough to completely suppress the magic sword's never satisfied appetite, he will wave it wantonly.

But in any case, with this sword, he has another sufficiently dangerous killer, no longer needs to be like a terrorist. Waving the eye of Sargeras, threatening those who do not cooperate with the common attribution. Guys.

"Next, go to Burning Plains, complete the things of Uncle Medivh, and then rush into the door of darkness...cooperate?

In the cold wind blowing in the face, the death knight was planning his future plans. As he said, he had no plans to stay in Azeroth for too long. The world of Draenor, which was about to break, was his real destination.

There is enough despair there, there are enough wars, and most importantly, wars will cause death, and there are enough death forces buried over there to wait for Tyrion to wake them up.

There are no bronze dragons, no guardians, no behind-the-scenes hands peeping at all times, and no group of "allys" who are unpredictable. There is enough freedom! Is there anything more perfect than that world?

Do not! No more...

"Huh? What's going on!"

As the ghost griffin flew out of the upwind path and was about to reach the edge of the Burning Plains, the death knight's slightly closed eyes opened sharply. In the scorching air in front of him, he felt a strange breath, which was filled with air. Some kind of suppression, for the death energy in his body, for the suppression of magic power, made him trance back to Quel'Thalas, the feeling when he was moving in the boundary guardian enchantment.

And at the moment of flying into the burning plain, the ghost griffin carrying the death knight issued a painful wailing, Tyrion lowered his head, and he could see the purely magical undead creature trembling in pain, its body The magic in here is losing rapidly, like a pair of invisible hands, squeezing its body, squeezing the magic out of it.

"What's wrong with this ghost place?"

The death knight manipulated the ghost griffin to fall on the barren ground of the burning plain, watching the poor ghost creation fly into the sky in panic, trying to escape from this oppressive area, but at the moment it flew into the hazy sky , The last trace of magic in its body was squeezed clean, and the transparent ghost body, like a popping balloon, made a low noise, and then completely dissipated in the air.

This made Tyrion's expression strange and ugly.

He stood on the dark red, like a magma-like hill, looking towards the inland of the burning plain, where there was a smell of burnt smell, and the visibility was extremely low, something strange happened that was not in his memory. .

At the moment Tyrion reached the Burning Plains, on the other side of this barren wasteland, northwest of the Burning Plains, deep inside the large mine where the black iron dwarves excavated ore, Talon. On the edge of a super-large grotesque circle, under the thoroughly dug-out surface, the hot, dark red magma escaped in the valley, making the altar under construction unacceptably high in temperature .

In front of the Talon Gorefiend, is the main body of the altar, which is a stone statue nearly 7 meters high, carved very rough, but barely can be seen, it is a haze image with a hood and a sword in both hands, This altar is called the Altar of Storms, which is one of the ancient rituals passed down from the orc tradition and communicating with the elements.

At this time, the hazy death knight had three rough stones in his hand, and his dark red eyes sparkled with some kind of obscure light. Obviously, he was about to make a major decision.

"Chief, I think this is too risky!"

A death knight standing beside Gorefiend whispered:

"The elemental powers of Azeroth and Draenor are not in the same amount at all. We have never been exposed to this level of elemental power in Draenor. The curse code can seal the elements of Draenor, but it may not necessarily be Sealing the elements and magic of this world, under the piece of earth we are standing, but there is a prince of elements, once it angers it... this is too risky!"

This remark made the human face of Gorefiend more gloomy, but he also knew that his subordinates were right.

As early as a few years ago, when the tribe had not broken through Stormwind City, they entered the burning plain. At that time, Gul'dan's Shadow Council was in power. Gul'dan sensed powerful elemental activities under the Blackrock Mountain in the burning plain. Warlock Plan to conquer that elemental creature and use its power to strengthen the warriors of the Horde.

But the warlocks that Gul'dan sent to conquer the elements are all dead miserably... they provoke the guy who can't afford it, that is the elemental lord of the world of Azeroth, who claims to be the king of the flame demon Ragnaros, Commanding all the elements of fire in this world, its power has exceeded Gul'dan's imagination, and the tribe should have suffered heavy casualties when it captured Blackrock Mountain.

However, the Lord of the Flame Demon works for a mysterious force. More coincidentally, the chief of the Twilight Hammer clan Gugar also works for the power of chaos. Under the persuasion of Gugar, at the same time, the intervention of a higher power Next, the angry king of the flame demon finally let go of the tribal dregs who dared to peep into its power.

The Lord of Flame Demon also let the servants enslaved by it live in Blackrock Mountain, and hollowed out the entire mountain body, built the Blackrock Tower, a huge number of black iron dwarves who were full of hatred for the order world, part of the site for the tribe Yu Tunbing.

Gul'dan ate a defeated battle, and of course he was unwilling, but at that time he was busy looking for the location of Sargeras' tomb, and he could only accept this kind of peace that was granted, and this secret deal was then Tarongol responsible That’s why Talon Gorefiend knows all about this history. He knows how fragile the peace is between the Horde and the Flame Demon King, and if he can, he’s not willing to contact the fierce Elemental Lord .

"But we have no other choice...my brother."

Taron. Blood Devil said with a sullen face: "Orgrim is in Blackrock Mountain, all around us is his eyeliner, I exchanged the curse code for our lingering pant, if we don’t continue, I am afraid we will not survive tonight."

"As for the king of flames."

The blood demon looked back at the looming high mountain in the burning air of the burning plain, and he said softly:

"Gugal told me that the Flame Demon King under the Black Stone Tower is just a power incarnation. Although the elements of this world are powerful, they are all sealed outside the world. They cannot break this seal on their own. That is to say, as long as we act fast enough, before it reacts, we can rely on the curse code to drive it back into its cage!"

The death knight looked at the rough rune stone in his hand a bit unwillingly. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Gul'dan said that as long as this thing is fully open, it can seal the magic at the same time as sealing the elements. In short, Orgrim is put in the past. As for what will happen in the future, I will talk about it later."

"But those black iron dwarves, they believe in the power of Ragnaros and worship it as a god. Once we expel their gods, they may be..."

"No, you are wrong, my brother!"

There was a cunning smile in the eyes of Taron Gorefiend. He turned back and patted the death knight on the shoulder, whispering:

"If we can really drive Ragnaros back into his cage, those black iron dwarves are too late to thank us! Are you still unclear? The **** of **** is clearly the king of the demon to the dwarves. The enslavement of souls, you see, we are actually liberating their hard labor, this is doing good deeds!"

"Don't say this, prepare for the ceremony!"

The death knights under the blood of Talon are all warlocks, and preparing a complicated magic ritual is nothing to them. Soon, the altar used to develop the curse code is prepared, and the blood demon arrives In front of the altar, behind him, the death knights knelt down on the ground, watching their leader reach out and suspend three rough rune stones in the palm of his hand.

He coughed lightly and began to pick up the first stone and began to recite the mantra of the curse code. When the first syllable was pronounced, the large and twisted circle under his feet was activated, like a sharp Like the blade, it penetrated into the shadow of the earth, began to cut the connection between the earth and the elements, and cut the magic nodes located underground.

But Talon Gorefiend and his followers did not find that when they began to twist the elements and magic of the world with the curse code, in the shadow outside the altar, a spirit owl was folding its wings and standing In the scorching mountains, watching this twisted ceremony.

Through the eyes of Moon Claw, Tyrion, who is rushing in this direction, can also see everything that has never happened in history.

Watching the sky northwest of the Burning Plains become gloomy and dark, the scary scene of dark red lightning fluttering in the air, Moonclaw seems to still hear if there are wailing crying, it should be the element that has been disconnected. Weeping, and after the element is cut, it is the magic power all over the world, just like Quel'Thalas' border guardian circle, the closer to the altar, the more the Tyrion can feel the obscure flow of death energy in the body. .

This is a sign that the magic node that envelopes the world is about to be cut off.

"Taron. The blood demon is crazy!"

"Use the curse code above Ragnaros's den...does he think he dies fast enough?"

"boom"

In the doubts of Tyrion, the skeleton warhorse he propped up suddenly stopped running, not because this undead creature felt the fear, but because the dark red ground in front of the death knight was torn apart, and the entire burning plain was Trembling, and where Tyrion's eyes could be seen, the top of the tall Blackstone Mountain, the hot magma spewed from the top of the Blackstone Mountain like the destruction of the tide.

The flying flames disperse the darkness that entangles the place, and the tumbling magma covers the suffering land easily.

In the center of the magma spouting, an illusion of an oversized fire element appeared in the sky. The gadget was not the same as the ordinary fire element. Its body was like the entangled burning magma, and its palm was still holding a Fiercely scorching warhammer.

"Stupid Orc! Trying to cut off the link of great elements! You are provoking the power of Ragnaros!"

The illusion of this element of fire was Ragnaros, the king of the flame demon, and the blood demon's arrogant action awakened it as soon as possible. The warhammer in its hand raised high and smashed towards the location of the storm altar, The flaming magma flying all over the sky instantly submerged the mountains surrounding the Altar of Storm.

"Stop it!"

The scorching flames in front of Tyrion's eyes spread across the sky. The scorching flames ignited the whole land. The death knight couldn't help but stretch out his hands to cover his eyes, but just before the war hammer was about to hit the altar of the storm A moment ago, the blood roar suppressed to the extreme roar was also entangled in this illusion. With his roar, the magic storm formed by the cursed code that was nearing its end, pierced like a knife into the burning plain. underground.

This destroyed the magic of the world of Draenor, and once again showed his edge in Azeroth...

"The Lord of Flames! Roll back to your cage!"

"boom"

The scorching light in Tyrion's fingers flashed away, the death knight raised his head, the illusion of the Flame Lord in the air had disappeared, and the erupting magma quickly cooled down.

"That lunatic... actually, succeeded?"

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