Azeroth’s Death Track

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Whispering Harbor and the entire northern Xinjiang finally ushered in the dawn again.

This is an ordinary and uncommon dawn, like the most brutal dark time finally ushered in the end, when the warm sun shines on this icy sea, everyone, every life that will still think No one can feel the inner warmth. In fact, for the civilians of the human empire, when they look up at the sky, there is no warm and firm refuge for them.

In this dawn, they lost him... they lost and led them forward, and exhausted all the leaders of the asylum... they were like the children who lost their father, in a future destined for loneliness Crying, helpless and dazed.

But in the same sunlight, the King of Dark Blades who did evil did not have any expression, no excitement, no joy, no joy, just like he always hazy, looked at with calm and indifferent eyes Looking at everything in the world, thinking about his conspiracy and planning his own tricks in the shadows.

He seemed to have accomplished a trivial thing. In the angry gaze and roar that almost pierced his body, he flicked his fingers quite frankly, and then looked again at all the lights shrouded in dawn. Life, the cruel scene just now, made everyone, including the leaders who came to the aid, suddenly lose their voices.

Of course, there are some reasonable guys who seem to see some clues, such as the Prophet Velen who had been in contact with Tyrion and has been watching all this in the corner. With his ability, he can easily feel Losa The "abnormal" before death, but the wisdom is like him. Before the truth is revealed, he will not talk about the bold speculation in his heart.

This is the wisdom accumulated by the prophet during the 25,000 years of escape...

"You are angry? I can feel...you are also desperate, like a barking wild dog, using a fierce gesture to cover up your inner timidity. But you are the living union of justice and light, great heroes You have stepped through the abyss of war and think you are as strong as steel. But what can you do in the face of the current situation?"

Tyrion suddenly became cold and gloomy at this moment with a trace of laughter. At the moment when his voice sounded, huge energy of death poured out from behind him, like a curtain covering the sky and the dark The shadow cast into the ground seems to make those defeated understand that there is a place where the light cannot shine even under the scorching sunlight.

At this moment, Tyrion is like a real villain in all myths...

"Trust me, you only have one thing to do! That is to turn around... and leave quietly, as if nothing happened! Get out, I will honor my promise with Lothar and go back to your new home , Go back to your kennel and tremble, next time, when the bell of death rings, it’s your real end..."

Tyrion turned around, and the broken black cloak behind him shone in the cold light under the sun. After mocking the whole life world, he threw down the final cruel declaration:

"Zhujun, today, the justice of the living world is dead, its bones are not cold, I killed it myself..."

"I will give you enough time to make you realize what kind of power you are fighting against. When you kneel in pain and pray for death, I will kindly break your head... The moment you completely extinguish your fragile fire of civilization, I will allow you to go to hell..."

"Pray to your fragile faith, pray that I will not appear in every nightmare of you..."

"Sad losers... Get out!"

"Get out of my land and never come back!"

The King of Dark Blades forcibly put an end to this war with his cold and cruel will. When his figure disappeared on the dark temple platform, the undead legion on the ground also seemed to receive a new order. Same as camping on the spot.

Saurfang, who succeeded the commanding field of Tyrion, gave a meaningful look at the black floating city floating above his head. At the moment he turned around, the death lord breathed out as if he were alive.

And Yrel, the death lord who had just returned to the battlefield, waved the warhammer in his hand, and looked at the big knight Fording, who was shrouded in anger and despair. The Paladin with his eyes closed and kicked back to his side.

"Really disappointed!"

Yrel flicked her tail. In the sound of the black metal sheath on the tail, she looked at the big knight in front of her with an unabashedly malicious look. She said:

"It's just a little... I can kill another big knight."

But after all, Yrel was still in place to execute His Majesty's orders. She waved her hands, and behind them the draenei death knights slowly retreated, even to the paladins who survived the brutal battle. We gave way to a whispering port.

The high-level knights did not feel that there was anything wrong with the decision of the King of Dark Blades...Even in their opinion, Emperor Lothar was a respectable opponent, and there was no honor for the pleadings of such people before they died. The sensed warriors are less likely to refuse.

Their majesty just made a "benevolent" decision. To be honest, in the face of the continuous flow of undead reinforcements in the rear, the surviving human warriors could not win anything.

As His Majesty said...

They are just a group of sad losers, nothing more.

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Tyrion sits alone on the throne of the quiet platform of the Dark Temple. In front of him, the dim Empire Sword Destroyer is suspended in mid-air. The moment the sword died at Lothar, the original light was completely lost. The dazzling form, the long sword at this time was gray, covered with scratches, and the original brass key-shaped appearance disappeared.

After losing the sword bearer, it returned to its original state, like a decaying weapon that had been stored in the ashes for thousands of years, with no bright spots.

"The artifact is obscure..."

The Lord of Dark Blades shook his head, extended his hand, and threw the War Destroyer back into his storage ring. Lothar’s soul and body had been burned to death after overloading the War Destroyer, and he had completely “ "Dying", even the two gods of death in the world of Azeroth don't want to call him back.

Frankly speaking, this is a real relief for Lothar.

But the deceased is dead, and the mission of those who are still alive will continue. When Tyrion closes his eyes and rests his mind, allowing the energy of death to repair the trauma of the body, a high elf wearing black armor walks slowly from the edge of the big platform Came out.

This is the black knight, the only living creature in the military system of the Dark Blade Legion, a friend of the blood lord Myra. Dawnblade, who was brutally implanted with fragments of dead Naru in the body, always suffering from the light and the void. A kind of elf paladin tortured by opposing forces, Alex Aznab.

A tragic person who lost his self in pain and left his mind full of revenge is also the culprit that caused the blood mother to die, which directly caused Quel'Thalas' ecological natural disaster.

"Are you here to find death?"

As the Black Knight walked to the center of the platform, Tyrion’s hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and the King of Dark Blades sitting on the throne decorated with long swords and frost, and the heads of the big demons Archimonde and Kazak remained With his eyes closed, the appearance of the Black Knight did not conceal his senses, and the latter did not even want to conceal his whereabouts.

The black knight is standing under the throne. In the green eyes behind the black helmet, he is staring at the king of the dark blade in front of him. The latter's faint power makes him feel desperate. He is very clear, relying on himself, not at all Revenge may be completed, but... but Lothar is dead and in Tyrion’s hands, which makes the Black Knight who completely watched the scene completely defeated the final will.

Now he, as Terion said, came to die.

"I'll challenge you!"

The black knight gritted his teeth and took the warhammer from his back with his backhand. In great pain, two different forces in his body were wrapped in the weapon. He aimed it at Tyrion, and he shouted in a hoarse voice. :

"Come on! King of Blades, come and kill me!"

"No mood...Go!"

Tyrion did not open his eyes. He was in a bad mood at this time, and he was not interested in playing games with such weak people. In a wave of his hand, the howling wind crashed on the body of the black knight, knocking him from the original. The ground smashed and flew out, and after a few weeks of flipping in the air, he was embarrassed and landed on the ground behind.

Aznab raised his head, his eyes full of pain, driven by the desire to die, he said all he had done.

"Your wife, Aurelia Windrunner, I told Dalkan about your contact with her, about your secrets, and about Saarin!"

"Uh"

Tyrion’s eyes opened, and there was no emotion in the ice-blue eyes. He opened his hands. In the movement of black light, the heavy ash messenger appeared in the palm of his hand, and the King of Dark Blades from the throne Stand up and walk down the stairs step by step.

"say it one more time..."

"Oh, you are angry... right? You also feel the pain of almost losing your loved ones..."

The black knight got up from the ground. He moved his shoulders and looked at Tyrion without fear:

"I'm sorry, I didn't think about hurting Aurelia, and I didn't intend to involve the innocent, but if you give me another chance, I will still do it...you have caused pain to too many people , My father, my mother, they lived in Tacquiline, and died the night the orc broke into the enchantment, they were familiar, right? You killed them!"

"And Myra... my brother, he was seduced by you into the darkness, you turned him into a monster! Just as you turned me into a monster! The only reason I joined the Dark Blade is to want to personally End your ugly life...but you are too powerful and so desperate that destiny is sometimes so unreasonable, but it does not matter, it is not tortured by hatred and pain, died in your hands, maybe it is my relief ..."

"relief?"

Behind Tyrion, the rapidly spreading frost tumbling on the ground of the platform, he looked at the mad black knight in front of him blankly. He said in a creepy gentle voice:

"Child, I assure you... you never want to get the relief you long for! You never want to find a **** willing to accept you, your ugly soul!"

"You made me look like this!"

The Black Knight roared with excitement, and his frenzied will collided in his thoughts, causing him to wield the warhammer haunted by the holy light and the void indiscriminately. He slammed into Tyrion, and then the latter was firmly caught with one hand.

"Bang, click, click"

In the spread of the cold power of the King of Dark Blades, the warhammer forged by the Master Black Iron was quickly covered by frost, and then easily crushed by Tyrion’s fingers. Between the shining of steel fragments, the Black Knight completely lost his reason. Clenching his fists, the Holy Light in one hand, and the Void in the other, he hit the opponent like a gladiator, but was easily flashed by Tyrion.

At the moment when the two crossed, the sword shadow brought by the sharp ash messenger penetrated the body of the black knight from three directions. At the time when Tyrion's figure reappeared, Aznab had collapsed. On the ground.

"Cough... Sure enough... Sure enough... No way..."

"I don't hate you, poor man."

Behind him, the King of Dark Blades held the Ashbringer against his hands, with no emotion in his eyes:

"Hate, hate, it's all right, I don't care about your hatred for me, but you shouldn't hurt Aurelia, she is innocent..."

"I...I'm sorry..."

The Black Knight lay on his back on the icy ground, his arms spread out, his eyes closed, and he waited quietly for the arrival of death, but at the next moment, a burst of sound rang behind the King of Dark Blade, leaving the dying black The knight opened his eyes, and he saw the Ayr knight who shouldn't be here. Between his gazes, Aznab's figure was thrown into the sky by the grip of death, and then caught in the hand by a skeleton gryphon.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw the El Knight who rushed toward Tyrion with his sword and the last voice he left to himself:

"You are unique, Aznab, don't let the mad revenge devour your reason, and don't waste your talent... Don't let my sacrifice be wasted..."

However, at the next moment, the finger of the King of Dark Blades pointed to the sky, and the sudden burst of death energy completely crushed the body of the white bone gryphon and the traitor who escaped from the death...

The cold flesh and blood fell like rain...

Tyrion pinched the painful soul in the palm of his hand. At the moment his five fingers clasped, the soul of the black knight was wrapped in black flames. The burning pain made the soul jump like crazy, and the blade of darkness Wang looked at the high-level knight who was pierced by a long sword and knelt on the ground. He asked blankly:

"You just said... don't waste anything?"

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