Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Is this all?"

Tyrion was sitting on the broken ladder on the rooftop of the Dark Temple. In front of him, Yrel, who was wearing heavy black armor, knelt there halfway. The black armor spread out, and a dozen pieces of purple and black fragments were placed in his palm.

Tyrion reached out and twisted a piece. The dark power contained in these fragments was very rich, but it was also very strange. This is the power of the void. After watching the memory of Yrel, the death knight figured out the darkness. The source of void power in the temple.

Facing the problem of Tyraine, the new death knight hesitated and nodded.

"This is all I found, maybe there are still others left, Karapo... The dark temple is too big, it is difficult for me to find all the fragments alone."

"Yep"

Tyrion nodded. He looked at the fragment in his hand, which was left after the collision between Dark Naroucar and the Dark Temple 10 years ago. According to Yrel’s memory, Kara should have been Velen’s in the collision. The Holy Light shattered the body, and its fragments of the power of the void were scattered everywhere.

But its consciousness has perished, so although this temple is filled with the power of the void, it does not produce the whisper of corrupting souls.

Tyrion is very clear that he must clean up these fragments in the shortest time. Once the thing is in the void, it will be endless.

"How is the combat training going?"

Tyrion threw the void fragments found by Yrel into a special box, and turned his head to look at the Draenei death knight in front of him. The latter was not yet well-suited to the heavy armor and faced the problem of Tyrion. Yrel silenced for a moment and replied softly:

"Mr. Glokus said that I am very talented, but still need more practical exercises."

"Of course you are very talented, girl."

Tyrion stood up and patted Yrel’s shoulder:

"You are the knight I awakened personally. You have my own death energy flowing in your body. The most important thing is that you can use them without any obstacles. In just 2 days, you have learned most of the combat skills of the death knight. Talent makes everyone jealous."

This straightforward appreciation surprised the draenei death knight. She looked up at Tyrion and lowered her head quickly. Like a timid hamster, there was a kind of relationship between her and Tyrion. Special intimacy, the same source of death energy is affecting her rational judgment, but for Tyrion, this is not a trouble.

"Tell me, girl."

Tyrion whispered in Yrel’s ear:

"Do you hate Velen?"

This problem twitched Yrel's body.

"I hate him!"

Yrel's voice didn't change much, but the aversion and hatred contained in it made Tyraon's eyes narrow.

"Maybe Karapo's fall has nothing to do with Velen, and I know very well that Velen is not a god, and he cannot save all draenei."

Yrel clenched his fists and whispered:

"But he cannot escape his responsibility. His weakness makes the orcs slaughter us unscrupulously. He clearly has the power to reverse everything, but he believes in weak "peace". He cowardly believes that the draenei can Peace with the orcs, even after the orcs slaughtered the village of Ambori, he still thought that the two sides might have peace talks..."

"Samaro's tragic death should have awakened me completely!"

Yrel’s voice became gritted, and Tyrion knew that Samara was Yrel’s best friend. The poor draenei girl died in the orc slaughter of Yrel’s hometown, Ampori.

"But I was deceived by Velen, I stupidly believed Velen's promise, I stupidly believed that he could shelter us! He disappointed everyone! Carabo's massacre, Shattrath's fall...all this, It's all because of Velen! He is the culprit! If he can be more determined and rely on the power of the Draenei, the orcs are not at all afraid!"

"That **** coward! I will find him, I will question him...I will, kill him!"

Around Yrel’s body, the violent death force wrapped around her body. After the soul hatred was triggered, the dark red light of the death knight’s eyes became shining, and the voice became more hoarse with her voice, her soul Also howling, the force of death even formed a cold storm around the two.

"enough!"

Tyrion's hand was attached to Yrel's cheek. This action cut off the operation of the energy of death in Yrel's body, and also made Yrel, who was about to be lost in death, wake up completely.

She stepped back a little bit afraid, about the terrible consequences of the death knight lost to death. In the past two days, Tyrion and Glokus have clearly told her.

"Variable emotions are your advantage, Yrel, it allows you to use your own power more skillfully, and allows you to see the truth more clearly."

"But it is also your shackles, suppressing your anger, restraining your hatred, turning them into your strength to move forward, and then waiting until the right time to explode them..."

Tyrion reached out and brushed Yrel’s long white hair. He looked at Yrel’s broken corner on the left, and he said softly:

"Don’t let emotions ruin you, and sooner or later we will meet Velen and his draenei. By that time, you can do whatever you want...Go, hone your combat skills, Soon, you will really step onto the battlefield, don't let me down."

"Observe, Lord!"

Yrel straightened his body and responded loudly.

"Call me Tyrion."

"Follow the order! Mr. Tyrion! I will not let you down. The second life I get, I will fight for the Dark Blade Knight!"

The answer satisfied Tyrion. His fingers knocked on Yrel’s horn, and a stiff smile appeared in the corner of his mouth:

"Really, go, the future death tyrant."

Yrel left the roof of the Dark Temple, and in the quiet darkness, the blood watcher Nasa appeared in the armored suit next to Tyrion, she leaned frivolously on a stone pillar that had collapsed in half , She chuckled and said:

"You have a special expectation of her, why?"

"Because she deserves my expectations! Holy Light favors her, and death will also favor her."

Tyrion whispered:

"Yrel's talent determines that sooner or later she will surpass all the existing Blade Knights, and even surpass me. She is my ideal death knight. The meticulous manipulation of energy, unparalleled war intuition, and extreme fighting. Instinct, and most importantly, loyalty...absolute loyalty like you."

"But I know that your beloved little knight secretly ran out of the dark temple last night. She is concealing that you are doing something. Tyraine, she is different from you dead people like ice cubes. She has her own emotions. , A near-complete emotion...she will betray you!"

With a malicious voice, Nasa almost gritted her teeth and said:

"You think the most loyal person will one day pierce your chest from behind..."

"There must be a limit to self-hypnosis! Nasa, it seems that you have fallen into a boring fantasy."

The death knight snorted: "It's been 2 days, have you done what you did? I don't remember, the work efficiency of the watchman will be so bad!"

"Cut, boring man!"

Nasa was playing with her fingers, her nails were painted red like blood, and she reached out to touch her long hair and said softly:

"The lowermost level of the Dark Temple has a collapsed passage to the outside, and there are some water sources inside. Those mice are hiding there. There are a lot of them, but the combat strength is weak. In my opinion, it is like a group of distorted virtue. The Leni...Yes, they are very similar to the draenei, they don’t know how they survived here."

Speaking of which, Nasa’s tongue licked her plump lips, rippling a chic evil in the darkness:

"But their blood...it's delicious."

"Let Yrel take those cannon fodder to catch them and bring their first tie here, the dark temple is too big, I need some obedient servants..."

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At the same time Tylion cleared the Dark Temple, on the distant Nagrand grassland, the chieftain Ner'zhul finally saw the information he needed.

Washugu, the orcs respectfully called it "the mountain of souls." It used to be a holy place for the orcs shamans. This crystal silver hill looks like a gem exposed to the sun, and around it, the ancestral soul's The activity was very active. Over ten years ago, every year the orcs put down their barriers and held a grand ceremony called "Keshhag Festival" in front of the holy place.

Unfortunately, the hidden inside story of the Holy Land is very cruel. This secret has been concealed for many years. Until now, it has been exposed to Ner'zhul.

"Great Chief! This is a holy place, we can't..."

In front of an indifferent Ner'zhul, the fearless Grom. Hellscream seemed a little helpless. The two of them were standing in front of the huge mountain of souls, Woshugu, where they were shamanized by their predecessor orcs They set up a ban to allow anyone to disturb the peace of their ancestors.

But the news from Tyrion was really terrifying, and Ner'zhul finally made up his mind.

"Smash it! Grommash, believe me, this is necessary!"

Regardless of his weak body, the chieftain himself grabbed a warhammer and stepped forward, hitting **** the wooden railing in front of him, and Grom saw this scene and raised blood. Roar.

Less than 2 minutes later, the way was cleared, Ner'zhul grabbed his staff, he took a deep breath, a look of worry and stubbornness in his eyes, he looked back at Grom and whispered :

"You can stay here, Grommash, or you can come with me. Someone told me that there is a real secret inside the sacred Voshugu. It is about the survival of this world and the orc civilization. I must go in and see. Look! Even if it hits the ancestors, it will not hesitate!"

The chief of the Warsong clan is a true warrior, but for the ancestors, his inner worship does not need to be said. Seeing that Ner'zhul strode into the mountain of souls, Grom gritted his teeth and followed him. Go in.

This passage to the interior of the Holy Mountain does not seem to have formed naturally. For hundreds of years, the ancestral veneration prevented the orcs from entering here, and Ner'zhul and Grom were almost the first to enter Woshugu. Orcs.

"These pictures...how does it look like the draenei?"

In front of Ner'zhul, there was a burst of sparks, the power of the elements illuminated the deep darkness for two people, and Grom looked at the sides of the oval channel by the firelight, at the non-iron and non-wood walls On the first, he saw those weathered murals, he asked in a low voice:

"Is the Holy Mountain related to the draenei?"

Ner'zhul didn't answer. Everything around him made his will grow colder. Tyrion said well. In their sacred mountain, the secret of the draenei was indeed hidden.

But the Chieftain absolutely did not want the truth that Tyrion told him to come true. He almost forced himself to move forward. The orc world has reached the dying place. In order to make up for the heinous crimes he once committed, he must see this secret with his own eyes. !

The passage inside the Soul Mountain twists and turns, and Ner'zhul and Grom have advanced in the darkness for nearly 10 minutes before they see a strange light. The unique crystal and metal decoration of the Nepalese people. Inside the Holy Mountain, the light from the sun shines through this glass into this small space. The reflected light makes Ner'zhul and Grom froze at the same time. In place.

They looked up and saw thousands of orc souls suspended in the air of this space, and in the middle of these souls, was a floating monster!

It was a dark monster filled with deep cold, it had no form, just like an elemental creature, with a constantly changing body and **** like claws, purple and black lightning surged on the surface of its body, making this The area where the film is not large becomes strange and abnormal, the space is extremely fragile here, and every minute and every second a new soul is drawn into it.

And in this monster's unconscious murmur, the light belonging to the void jumped in the air behind its shoulders, just like a dark crown.

The most unacceptable to Ner'zhul and Grom is that with the rhythm of the dark monster like breathing, the orc souls suspended in the sky, like being swallowed, were absorbed into the monster's body in.

It's like being eaten...

"boom"

The Thousand Soul Staff in Ner'zhul's hand fell on the ground, and the last hope in his eyes had been broken, as if the soul had been removed, leaving only the cold body, and standing beside him, there was no opponent The dreaded Grom. Hellscream is cold all over, and he has to rely on a battle axe to support his body.

"Ancestor... Is our faith really a joke?"

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