Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Boom"

At the moment when the Eye of Sargeras was excited, the ruins of Auchinton’s Necropolis seemed to have fallen from the sky by an invisible big hand, and they were once again devastated and destroyed. The three-story ruins completely collapsed, and even the ground of the dead bones of the wild bones appeared a fierce crack, surging in all directions from Oakington as the origin.

The 20 mana valves set by the blood mage were overloaded in an instant, and the fierce magic ripped apart the cumbersome magic circle on the platform, forming a magic vortex that destroyed everything at the moment of loss of control, just like the most dangerous strange in space magic Like the same point, the black hole formed by the broken space tears everything around.

Although the magic vortex like the rootless water quickly disappeared, the buildings remaining on the ground of Oakington have been completely smoothed out in the sky of smoke and smoke.

Seen from the sky, the Auchinton Necropolis is like a terrible earthquake. This iconic building that had stayed on the bone wilderness has turned into a hollow pit in the magic explosion. The buildings built on the ground by the Knights of Dark Blade were destroyed as if they were hit by a typhoon. The most important tombs are all underground, and the military forces here have been evacuated in advance.

"Snapped"

In the ruins of the emperor, a thick stone slab was blown away by the arcane arrow. In the masonry, the embarrassed blood mage stood up from the ruins. He had no elegance and calmness, and his whole body was covered with dirt. The dust, the combed excellent long hair are also messy like a chicken coop, he looked dullly at everything destroyed around him, and he had a new destructive power to the eye of Sargeras Understanding.

The Blood Mage stooped down hard. His left arm had been crushed in the previous magic explosion. He picked up the dark green gemstones in the dust under his feet with his left hand, except that the color became darker. It looks no different than before.

Seven took a step forward and waved his magic, lifting the ground covered by the broken bricks in front of him. His carefully selected five blood servants' bodies were twisted and fell into this ruin. The manic explosion of magic had made them I lost my vitality completely, and the blood splashed in the explosion was everywhere, and it looked miserable.

The ruins of Auchinton, which is the carrier of magical explosions, have been razed to the ground. It is conceivable how powerful the fiery light that was just emitted, and this only uses the internal storage of the Eye of Sargeras. A quarter of magic.

"Tirion said you can destroy an entire continent, and I once doubted whether you have this ability."

Seven puts Sargeras's eyes in front of him. In the desolate ruins, he stared at the gem that looked harmless to humans and animals, and a trace of terror flashed in the blood mage's eyes:

"Now, I believe..."

A magical wind blew up the dust in the ruins. The blood mage turned his head and looked in the direction of Gorgrond. He murmured:

"How miserable should the enemy hit by this attack be."

Talking, the blood mage turned back again, looking at the completely covered earth of Auchindun's cemetery, a flash of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

"Look at this mess, I have to clean up again."

"Everyone! Everyone you can hear! Come back soon... the dark temple... was attacked!"

"It's a bronze dragon!"

Luminas suddenly sounded in the mind of the blood mage with a trace of panic, and Seven turned back suddenly. At the next moment, the light of teleportation enveloped his body, and the figure of the blood mage was also in this ruin. The center suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, the sound of the warning sounded in Terion’s mind. His eyes changed abruptly. The Archmage held in his hands was thrown on the ground. Khadgar recovered from the suffocation. He breathed heavily. In the air, but the next second, the cold blade of the apocalypse touched the neck of the archmage.

"You cooperated with the bronze dragon?"

Tyrion stared at the Archmage under his feet, he asked sharply:

"You idiot! What the **** are you doing?"

Hearing with my own ears, Tyrion intends to throw the crazy Death Wings back to Azeroth, and the Archmage who couldn’t stop him also simply escaped. He climbed up from the ground and propped himself up with the Guardian’s staff. Looking at the death knight in fear, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered:

"I didn't plan to work with that strange bronze dragon, but she convinced me, and it turned out that she might be right, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, your presence would be a great deal for Azeroth. Threats!"

"This cliché can also convince you? I thought the masters were all wise and didn't believe in the existence of fate. I didn't expect you to be a lie."

Tyrion's hand holding the hilt shook, the sharp machete-like blade scraped the Archmage's neck, and a trace of taunt flashed across the death knight's face:

"I guess, she must tell you that she will let me change the fate that was changed back to her due track, maybe she will also reveal some future information to you in order to win the letter with you, let me guess again , You told her the date of our action, let her burst into my fortress when the dark temple was empty..."

"She wants to release Ner'zhul and let Ner'zhul complete his unfinished mission, right?"

"you!"

Khadgar's eyes changed a bit. Obviously, the Death Knight guessed right. Tyrion shook his head, withdrew his magic sword with his backhand, and inserted it into the scabbard behind him. He moved his fingers and looked at his eyes. Archmage of:

"I guess that Miss Bronze Dragon might not have told you what her supposed fate is...Do you want to know what Draenor's ending would be without my intervention?"

"Come on, come with me, Khadgar, go and see for yourself what your "new friend" will do to the world!"

The death knight turned his head and said to Ansu, the **** of crows:

"You follow along, Mr. An Su. Since Miss Bronze Dragon has stepped into the trap, we don't need to bring the Wings of Death back to Azeroth. I have a better place for it."

After Tyrion walked out a few steps, Khadgar, who finally recovered, shouted behind him:

"You! You already knew this would happen?"

"Look what you said, Mr. Master, who can really predict the future? No one can do it."

Tyrion looked back at Khadgar, with a hint of contempt in his eyes:

"But you don’t really think that I’ve only been fighting with Crows for more than a year in Draenor? The childish bronze dragon thought she could change the future of this world, but to be honest, besides helping me solve a hot hand I don’t think she might be able to do anything other than yam."

A strange smile flickered at the corner of the death knight's mouth:

"Throwing Ner'zhul in the Dark Temple is an assembled trap. I have been waiting for it to be activated. I have been waiting for almost a year, and I can't wait any longer, but now it seems that the lucky guy has finally appeared. !"

Looking at Tyrion's smile, Khadgar was cold all over this moment. He suddenly realized that in this world where the undead had occupied an absolute advantage, playing with Tyrion seemed to be a stupid choice. .

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A week ago, after the meeting in Shattrath City, Khadgar walked into the Tianya Tavern and saw the owner of the mysterious magic letter in his hand.

The high elf who claimed to be Sephor was sitting opposite him. With the knowledge of the Archmage, he soon judged that the high elf with blue eyes in front of him was not a real elf.

Hidden under this graceful body is a powerful intelligent creature.

"I heard that you and Tyrion have reached certain agreements?"

Sephor drank a glass of wine and looked at the Archmage in front of her with her blue eyes. A trace of taunt flashed across her beautiful face:

"Stupid choice! You tore your own future apart."

"What do you mean?"

Khadgar sipped the wine from Shattrath City, staring at the mysterious high elf across from him, who extended his finger, propped his chin, and looked at him with an insightful look:

"Kadgar, the commander of the son of Lothar, the disciple of the last guardian, do you know? At some point in the future, you will truly inherit the power and responsibility of Medivh and become the last guardian in the true sense , And you will also lead Azeroth’s most powerful force to save that world from disaster...you are destined to become a hero."

"unfortunately..."

Sephor raised his voice, playing with the wine glass in his hand, and said in a regretful tone:

"Unfortunately, you have ruined this bright future by yourself now."

"So, who the **** are you?"

Khadgar asked again: "If you really know me that way, you should know that I don't like to talk too much with strangers! Especially a guy who doesn't want to show his identity and likes to pretend to be a ghost!"

The mage's fierce rebuttal did not make Sefir angry. Miss Bronze Dragon said to Khadgar in a tone of secret sharing:

"Okay, you are really boring. I am a bronze dragon. It is my responsibility to guard this timeline and the established future, and the most important thing is that I can help you! If you don’t believe me, I will tell you a secret. Right!"

"Your companion, the bright and holy knight Turalyon, he died 2 years ago! He died in the burning plain. In the last battle between you and the orcs, Tyrion's neck was broken by his own hands. Use that abominable magic sword to take away the soul...do you know who saved him?"

Sephor stared closely at the Archmage. At her fingertips, a yellow light shone, and the surrounding environment changed rapidly. In Khadgar's stunned gaze, the other drinkers looked like both of them. After experiencing the disaster of time moving forward quickly, it turned into a pale skeleton, and at the next moment, along with the timeline, they returned to their previous appearance.

Although Khadgar is not good at magic for a long time, he can tell that this change is definitely not illusion... this is true, this woman in front of her, she can control the time!

Seeing Khadgar's horror, Sephor showed a satisfied smile. She knocked on the glass, and the dry wine filled again, and then she whispered:

"I retrieved Turalyon from another abandoned timeline, and your companion's body is alive from the soul of another timeline! The same is true of Mathias Sholl in the Stormwind City 7 In the same way, I rescued them, but you never said thank you, which is really sad."

"That's why Turalyon often has headaches and occasionally loses control of his body...he said he forgot many things, I thought it was a sequelae of war."

The Archmage had believed a few points in his heart. He clenched his fists and stared at Sephor in front of him. He asked in a deep voice:

"The last question, why did you save them and you came to me?"

"What else can I do?"

Sephor smashed the glass on the table and said angrily:

"Of course to restore the original direction of the timeline, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn is a monster that should not appear!"

"His presence obscures Azeroth’s future. The worst thing is that I found it too late. His existence has been closely linked to Azeroth’s timeline in order to restore the timeline. , I must be in this world! I must erase him and his debris in Draenor!"

She looked at Khadgar:

"Tulayan, Shore, Aurelia, and you, Khadgar, you are all indispensable and important parts of future history. The lack of any one person will lead to change in the future, and change will A disaster is born, so you must help me! Listen to me, I don’t need you to fight Tyrion, I just need you to tell me the agreement between you, no matter what you want to do, notify me in advance."

Seiffel clenched her fist, a flash of confidence flashed in her eyes:

"I have found an important node in the history of Draenor, where the orc’s third chief, Ner'zhul, is located. As long as I can give him freedom and help him accomplish what he has not done, the world will resume its destiny. fate!"

"Trust me, at that time, no matter what Tyrion plans in this world, he can only get an end to nothing! By that time, I will give him the punishment he deserves!"

"Kadgar, help me, this is also to save yourself and your friends, even our world... we will win, believe me, time is on our side!"

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