Azeroth’s Death Track

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Cromi is also a bronze dragon. In the game where Tyrion was indulged, this quirky bronze dragon will always meet the players in the image of a gnome priest, not as cold as other dragons. Occasionally In case of trouble, she will also ask the player for help, which makes her almost a full power representative of the bronze dragon.

But the real world is not as simple as the game, and Tyrion’s choice of Cromi is not just a matter of luck.

Of all the bronze dragons that Tyrion has been in contact with, only Cromi will let players change the plot, and she will even induce players to do so. Although it is reflected in the game, it is only one cold task after another, but here It's the real world. The deeper you understand the world, the more the Terion feels that the "fun" things Kromi once did are definitely more than just heartfelt happiness.

Bronze Dragon Crodom is trying to change history in the way of poor games... this is beyond doubt.

"Are you familiar with that Cromy?"

After finishing the question to Sephor, Khadgar followed Tyrion in the passage of the Dark Temple. The Archmage whispered:

"Why do you know so much about dragons? Is the Quel'Thalas court so rich in books?"

"I haven't seen Cromi, but trust me, Archmage."

Tyrion said without looking back:

"If the manager of this timeline we are in is Ms. Cromi, where else do I need to spend so much effort to go to the foreign place to accumulate strength? If it is really Cromi who manages here, maybe she even Will take the initiative to help me build a Legion of Death in Azeroth... I can only say that I am not lucky enough, and Ms. Seifer is too stubborn and naive."

"What is going on in the world managed by the Bronze Dragon?"

There was a trace of doubt and curiosity in the eyes of the Archmage, and he asked: "When I was following the tutor in Karazhan, I heard the tutor say that the world in the eyes of the bronze dragon is infinite, and they see the world as infinite possibilities. And constantly trying new possibilities, is that true?"

"This argument is generally fine."

The death knight coldly replied:

"The power of the Bronze Dragon is time. At an important historical node, after interference by many factors, important historical figures will make very different decisions, and the fate of the world will therefore be divided into two. One world Countless distinct timelines will emerge from this endless selection, and the future of each timeline world is different."

"Bronze dragons are responsible for managing them and correcting the occasional errors on the timeline. This sounds very good, but unfortunately, after ten million years, the diversity of the timeline is long gone. You also listen It is Sephor’s statement that all existing timeline worlds are proceeding according to the future that Nozdom, the king of time personally chose... believe me, you won’t want to see that future.”

This answer made Khadgar frown:

"Why did the King of Time do this?"

Tyrion stopped and looked back at Khadgar, the light in his eyes seemed very strange:

"Simple, he is crazy!"

"what?"

"Don’t be so surprised, Khadgar, not just Nozdom, all the bronze dragons will go crazy in the future, because they will eventually see that hopeless ending, even Sephor, the poor little girl. Can’t escape that nightmare...Do you really think I’m playing tricks?”

The death knight extended his finger and waved in the air:

"No, I'm saving her! If she is smart enough, she will eventually stand by my side."

"boom"

Talking, Tyrion pushed open the closed door in front of him, and he saw a brightly lit hall. Countless spar lamps left by the Draenei were dotted in every corner of the hall, while the blood mage Seven is busy in the hall, preparing for the upcoming ceremony.

The death knight turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the Archmage behind him.

"It's time to go, my friend Khadgar."

He raised his head and looked at the hesitation in the eyes of the Archmage. Tyrion lowered his voice and said softly:

"Life is bright and beautiful, but it also traps everyone. Since you have chosen to walk with us, what you need is no longer to cherish life, but a complete relief. Only when you get rid of the inherent weakness of life can you take it. The torch in our hands..."

"Do I have to?"

Khadgar swallowed, and although he had made up his mind, everyone would hesitate and hesitate when the decision time is really reached. After all, this is not as simple as choosing dinner tonight. This is the difference between life and death... Is the most difficult choice.

He looked at Tyrion. The Archmage waved his hands and said:

"I mean, I can join you with the body of life, maybe I don't need to go through such harsh choices, I still want to breathe beautiful air, drink hard liquor, kiss my lover...well, I admit that I regret it, When I really stand in front of this threshold, I don’t want to die again. I haven’t talked about love. I haven’t left blood for my family. I haven’t expressed my heart to the people I like... In short, my meaning is..."

Khadgar's tone became sincere:

"I still have a lot of things left unfinished. I can't just die here."

Facing this sudden cowardice, Tyrion was not angry. He just took a step back and looked at Khadgar in front of him. He said softly:

"The choice between life and death is the most difficult. I can understand that if it is possible, no one is willing to give up a fresh life, but Khadgar, as the dead, we cannot trust the living, and the contradiction between the two sides is not a common idea. What can be compensated, if you really want to do something, you have to make sacrifices...understand?"

"Sacrifice, the foundation of victory rests on sacrifice, this is a true proverb!"

Tyrion coughed slightly. He looked at Khadgar's blue eyes. He groaned for a moment and said:

"But if this is your choice, I will accept it, let this ceremony be postponed for a while, I believe that you will eventually understand the meaning of sacrifice... and by that time, I will greet you with open arms ."

The death knight waved his finger, and there was a trace of sarcasm on the face of the blood mage Siven, who had already arranged the ceremony, and then quietly retreated into the darkness. When Tyrion turned and left, Khadgar suddenly asked again. :

"You shouldn't be such a generous person, I mean... as the lord of the Dark Blade Knights, you should have been more domineering."

"So you are wondering why I will be so generous to you?"

Tyrion turned his head, and a trace of peace flashed in his ice-blue eyes. He whispered:

"Sephael's prediction about your future is right. I have seen that scene, and you will become a real hero in the future... Do you understand? There are many people in the world who are talking about it, and they will express their bravery generously. Fearless, but in the face of the choice of life and sacrifice, few people can come forward...you deserve to open up, Khadgar."

"Akama will prepare a comfortable place for you. The magic books in the dark temple are all open to you. If you don’t like to stay with the dead, you can go to Shattrath to relax, but don’t forget to do it well. Prepare, Archmage... the devil is coming."

"The brutal war you have never seen is about to begin."

Tyrion walked around the corner of the dark temple. When he stepped into the upper stairs, his footsteps hesitated and became soft. After crossing the temple covered with red gauze, he appeared above the dark temple. Garden area.

This was originally the place where Luminas lived. The death knight who was most like a living person planted many delicate plants of the world of Draenor. Even when she was stationed in the Hellfire Peninsula, there are also broken people here. With careful care, Tyrion rarely comes here, this is like a manor, it is really not suitable for dead people like him.

But now, this small garden has a new owner.

Tyrion stood behind the lush green vines and silently watched Aurelia water the plants. She wore a plain robe and walked between her bends, her dark golden hair dancing in the air, and The pale sunlight of the Hellfire Peninsula shone on her, shining a halo.

It looks like the most popular village in Quel'Thalas, like the most perfect image of a woman in Tyrion's heart.

The mouth of the death knight who stood like a sculpture bent upwards, and his ice-blue eyes flowed with a rare gentleness, which was the deepest emotion hidden in his heart, but there was also a trace of worry in his eyes.

Sarin's desire for blood is extremely terrible, it is the instinct inscribed in the bone marrow, whether it is Nassa and her watchmen, or the two blood mage, were once determined people, but now, they have Immersed in the desire of blood, although they can still retain the emotions they used to have, but once they enter the fighting state, these Sahrain and blood servants will become extremely manic, and they can’t extricate themselves from the thrill of blood.

Blood makes them strong, but blood also destroys them.

Tyrion injects all the blood of Sarin in her body into Aurelia’s body, which can reduce her influence to a minimum, but the desire to draw blood will one day erupt, By that time, can Aurelia survive it?

He didn't want to see his lover turn into a monster eager for blood, but after crossing the death, he always had to leave something... that was a difficulty Aurelia had to go through, and no one could help her.

"Why did you choose to stand there and watch instead of coming to help me?"

The hoarse voice interrupted Tyrion's thinking. When he recovered, he saw Aurelia standing on the waist in the sunlight, looking at him with dissatisfaction:

"The garden left by Lumi is too big to rely on me alone. I can't manage it at all. I need help! Now...Tirion. Blade of Dawn, I order you to come and help me!"

"Ok."

The death knight shrugged, took off his cold armor, set it aside, walked into the green garden, picked up another kettle, and at the moment he approached, Aurelia gently from behind Hugged him.

"You are such a cruel man, you were not so silent before, now there are only two of us, do you have nothing to say to me?"

Tyrion's lips moved, and after a few seconds he spoke, his voice was dry and low, like dry wood, he said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Sometimes, I will quietly hope that I am still alive... still living in Quel'Thalas, in the popular village, to be a low-level ranger who will have no major achievements in my life, poor or humble, as long as With you by my side, I can persevere in those days, forget me out of tune with the world, forget the absurd memories that should have been forgotten long ago."

"I'm not ready, Aurelia, whether it was a sudden death or after being awakened, witnessed the death of her mother and started to fight back... even killing Gul'dan in the center of the world, I was not ready ...It pushed me onto this road, and in front of this road, I couldn't see the light."

"But actually I am the same as before, I have not changed much..."

The death knight turned around, opened his hands, and hugged the lady in his arms. The latter rubbed on his chest like a kitten, the sun shone on the two dead people, and the pale halo seemed to dispel each other. Cold, he whispered:

"As long as you are by my side, no matter what kind of day, I can persevere."

"Don't leave me anymore..."

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Every day, hundreds of meteors hit Argus’s dilapidated ground. This world as wide as Azeroth has long since died. More than 70% of the continent is falling apart in the ravages of evil energy. The last three pieces of land remained in the bad environment of Argus.

The Eredar people in this world have been infested by evil energy, and become irritable and powerful. The body filled with evil energy makes them eager for destruction and war. destroy.

But now, Eredar has a new trouble.

"boom"

Five fel warships flying across the sky smashed a meteor attack like a meteor on the land of Krokun, causing the broken earth to sway and tremble, as if it would break apart in the next moment, but such a crazy attack is still Can't help but the monster in front of him.

"I am the Wings of Death! The World Destroyer! Everything will be...flame!"

In the dark green evil magma lake, a monster with a black dragon head and disgusting flesh and tentacles all over his body roared wildly and fought back, even the most powerful evil warrior was easily caught by its tentacles. The dragon's claws were torn into pieces. Under the attack of the scorching lava rain, the Eredar people had no choice but to escape from this area.

"Damn it! What the **** is this monster? The gods in the stars!"

Eredar's commander, Admiral Svlax of the Antolan Command Council, stood on her ship bridge. She punched an angry fist on the porthole in front of her and looked at the ruinously. The unscathed flesh-and-blood monsters in the sky-destroyed attack looked at the three spaceships shot down by the fierce source arrows in the sky.

In the end, she could only breathe out helplessly and waved her hand:

"Report to Lord Kil'jaeden, our fleet has no way to deal with this unkillable monster!"

"It seems that he can only come by himself."

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