Azeroth’s Death Track

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Souls, intangible things, incapable of being verified by the energy aggregation, the power extended by it is generally called wisdom and will, and the will of mortals is difficult to affect the laws of reality, because their souls are too Too weak.

But if the power of the soul is strong enough, it can be used with subtle techniques to become a more destructive weapon than pure power.

Just like now, the "mythical" battle that erupted between the Lord of the Great Lords and the gods of ancient times.

Cthune tried to influence Tyrion’s will with a depraved whisper, but it soon discovered that the whisper of the soul, which was unfavorable when dealing with flesh and blood creatures, could not penetrate the terrible soul of Tyrion. The soul of a small creature is as powerful as it is! Even... even stronger than the weak one.

So the ancient **** put away these little means, and it made a roar that distorted reality. Those tentacles like octopuses, like dark long whips rolled from the sea of ​​blood in the center of the temple, with a nasty smelly liquid, Shouting at the high lord suspended in the midair of the dim temple.

This scene is like a scene of being attacked by a sea beast above the sea of ​​anger. The tentacles that are shot are tight like a forest of spears with spears of war. The dozen or so special tentacles shine with purple runes. , Spells filled with the power of the void hit Tyrion, but could not fall on the body of the High Lord, and they were scattered by the wind of the spirit world that Tyrion wrapped around.

Although the threat is small, this scene looks really numb.

"I suddenly remembered some forgotten memories. Those past memories give me a less mature idea now..."

The high lord looked at the tentacles from the shot, he narrowed his eyes and said softly:

"Try it."

"Wow"

The Vortex Gate of the Dead Realm burst open behind Tyrion, and the power of darkness poured on the body of the High Lord like a storm, filling the space in front of him like a cold shady curtain, Cthune’s The tentacles penetrated the dark mist, and the power of the void collided with the power of death, just like pouring a pot of water into a hot oil pot.

The dazzling sparks splashed like a grand fireworks.

And in that shady curtain, in the thunderous roar of Cthune, Tyrion closed his eyes and allowed the thick and cold but very gentle energy to wrap his body layer by layer, even entangled with black The fire apocalypse is also surrounded by layers of energy.

The pure power of death manifests through the dark energy, like the strongest layer of armor covering Tyrion's body.

"Come on"

Cthune’s crazy save shot has a huge force in every blow. Although the body of the ancient **** is sealed, its pure power is still beyond the reach of mortals. These pioneers of the void force can corrode the world, necessary At that time, the fully grown ancient **** could even smash the world.

The dark curtain of energy in the Dead Realm was shattered like glass, and at this moment, the dark mist drifting like the smoke of the blown smoke, between the tumbling storms, revealed the hidden things in it.

"Wow! Coooooool!"

Little Yuna, who was watching the battle with her legs on one side, suddenly saw a surprise in her big eyes when she saw Tyrion's state at this time. She jumped up and waved her little fist, between the flashes of holy light, Shouted loudly:

"So handsome! Kill the ugly monster! Smash it! Come on! Come on!"

"Really handsome?"

Tyrion with his eyes closed snorted. At this time, he was still suspended in mid-air, his gray hair swaying under the wind of the spirit world, and outside the body of the high lord, layered. The power of death is condensed into a viscous energy between the entity and the illusion, and that energy is shaped by Tyrion's will to form a tall black giant like a mountain.

It is wearing thick, shaped and exquisite armor with exquisite shape, shoulders decorated with shoulder-like shoulder armor like evil spirits, underneath is a steel war skirt and tabard like knight armor, and the feet are decorated with skulls and black Rose's combat boots, the power of death fluttered behind it like a cloak of cloak, and the cold spirit wind turned into a cloud of black mist around its body.

Make it look majestic, but also has a breathtaking deterrent.

This goblin warrior is wearing a mighty full-cover helmet, which is also shaped like a ghost of hell. There are decorations like horns on both sides of the helmet. It carries double knives, one of which has been sheathed. Between the black armor, the sharp blade shaped by energy is a magnified version of the magic sword apocalypse.

And behind the scabbard is another weapon belonging to Tyrion...a magnified version of the Ashbringer.

The giant stood half-kneeling between the **** sea of ​​corpse mountains in the seal hall, but it can be distinguished only from its current posture that the body of this concentrated evil spirit warrior is at least 7 meters high.

"It feels...it seems really good."

Tyrion moved his body, and the demon giant outside him also followed his movements to move the body. The next moment, between Tyrion’s will, the goblin warrior seemed to wake up from the ground. Standing up, the mighty posture is like a living mountain, and the ancient **** Ksoun, who soaked his body in the blood, became a poor, trembling little compared to this evil warrior. Person.

"Om"

Tyrion’s eyes opened at this moment. Under the full-faced helmet of the evil spirit warrior, two cold blue icy eyes also opened at the same time. At this moment, this evil spirit-shaped ghost for the first time The warrior seemed to be completely alive.

"Roar!"

Cthune felt the madness and threat of madness. All its tentacles began to swing wildly, like a black long whip hit by a roar, hitting the shaped evil spirit warrior from all directions.

"Is it just that?"

The lord, suspended in the heart of the evil spirit warrior, shook his head, his body squatted slightly, the apocalyptic magic sword in his hand screamed in front of the eyes, a magnified version of the hands of a tall evil spirit warrior like a sword pull The apocalyptic magic sword swiftly entangled the black flame, and made the same powerful attack.

"Uh"

Like black lightning flashing across this dim temple, it was like a death sickle swept across, at the moment when the apocalyptic magic sword suddenly sheathed, behind the evil warrior, those ugly tentacles stuck in the air, together with the small stone pillars on the top of the half of the temple , Just like being cut off by the waist, hit the ground of the temple like the blood sea of ​​the corpse mountain.

The smelly and disgusting blood spewed out from the smooth fracture, swaying in the shattered temple of bricks and stones, the pain of the severed tentacles, also made Cthune's body frantically shaken between the seas of blood.

"You are going to die!"

The crazy roar of the ancient **** made the whole temple covered with a layer of floating light like a maze and began to conceive, but just before the finish of the light edge lore, the evil spirit warrior stepped forward with a powerful punch. From top to bottom, it smashed onto Cthune's flesh and blood, and the cold power of death penetrated into the disgusting body, and the fist hit the flesh and blood of the ancient god.

Tyrion draws back an Ashbringer dedicated to physical attacks, and the Goblin Warrior is also accompanied by the change of the Lord’s movement. From the back, an enlarged version of the Ashbringer is drawn. The next moment, between the roaring black sword shadows, the sharpness The heavy blade was cut into Cthune's body fiercely.

"Wow"

Hundreds of subsequent sword shadows were cut into this ugly and disgusting octopus from all directions. For a time, the ancient **** Kthune was like being thrown into the terrifying blade of whirlwind, the flesh that was cut off Smashing in all directions of the temple, if Ke Suen is enough knowledgeable, then it should be able to understand, this thing is like a famous penalty in a civilization...

Thousands of swords!

"pain!"

When did the ancient gods suffer such terrible offensive after the battle of dominance, in the desperate storm enveloped by the black sword in front of him, Cthune quickly realized one thing...

Weak, it is not the opponent of this star in front of him.

The most powerful ability to degenerate the soul has been abolished. The ancient **** is equivalent to a monster with the same spirit and flesh, but since it is a monster, it can be defeated by more powerful forces.

It's going to die...if it doesn't want to find a way anymore...

"Wow"

Just like at the beginning of the battle, Cthune's eyeballs that had been smashed by the Ashbringer were barely moving, and between the black blood splashes, a mortal counterattack like the edge of the eye slammed hard and waved the knife in front of him. Ghost warrior.

"boom"

Tyrion flipped his wrist and blocked the blow with the Ashbringer, and the huge force made him take a step back, and by this opportunity, Ke Suen suspended in the sea of ​​blood stared at the fierce death with the broken eyeball. Holding Tyrion and his goblin warrior, then slowly sinking into the blood sea between the waves of the blood sea.

"We... choose another day and fight again!"

In less than a second, the ancient **** was lost in this temple.

"Hide back into your own cage... Cthune, you really have ideas."

Tyrion looked at the gradually calming sea of ​​blood in the middle of the temple. He knew very well that below this thing should be the real prisoners used by the Titan Guardians to seal Kesoon, but the situation in front of him caused Tyrion to commit a crime. It's difficult.

Titan’s cage is not a good place to enter. Although the place has been destroyed by Cthune, from the perspective that the ancient **** has not yet detached from the cage, the seal of the cage should still be running. This thing will Isolate all external forces. Although it is not easy to say whether the power of death and the arcane power used by the guardians are stronger or weaker, from the worst situation, once entered, Tyrion is likely to be sealed. Go in.

It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out.

Cthune eroded hundreds of thousands of years before opening a gap in the prison cage. If Tyrion was thrown in, he estimated that it might take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years to climb out.

This is not the result he wanted.

But now Cthune hid in the cage, and Tirion could not remove it without opening the cage, but the problem was that once the Titan cage was opened from the outside, it was equivalent to Tyrion’s own hands The release of C'Thun, the coalition soldiers who fight against the worms above the temple, not to mention, in the event that C'Thun escaped from the trap, Tyrion would be guilty.

Of course, judging from the previous situation with Xun, the Lord Lord did not think that the extremely weak ancient **** could escape from his hands.

But it's about the power of the void, and I have to think about the overall situation. After all, this stuff is a bit too weird.

Between this kind of thinking, the Lord Lord waved his hand, and the previously played Cthune completely temperless goblin warrior disappeared quickly in the temple between the dissipation of dark energy as it appeared. The Lord Lord looked at the disgusting corpses on the ground with some disgust. He suspended in the air, thinking for a few minutes, turned his head to look at the little ghost sitting at the entrance of the temple to watch the drama.

"Yuna, come here!"

Tyraine waved towards the little ghost, a precise death grip clasped on the little ghost, and then in the exclamation of Yuna with a laugh, the little girl was pulled to the side of the lord.

"You said before that a mysterious sister helped you heal your eyes. She told you to tell me that she was looking at me, right?"

Tyrion asked, Yuna nodded:

"Yes, that sister is so gentle!"

"Ah, very good."

Lord Lord looked at Yuna's shining eyes, and said softly:

"So, girl, come and look into my eyes!"

The little ghost did not know what Tyrion was going to do, but she believed that Tyrion would not hurt her, so she blinked the big eyes unique to the Delaney and then looked at Tyrion’s ice blue In the eyes of the Lord, the Lord of the Lord put his hand on Yuna’s shoulder. Between the operation of the power of death, his consciousness permeated slightly into the eyes of the little girl.

"I know I should have talked to you a long time ago..."

"But it's not too late now... Ms. Protoss of Azeroth, Luna Elune, if you are really looking at me...then..."

Tyrion's ice-blue eyes flashed hesitation, a trace of trepidation, and a trace of expectation:

"Now, I need you to give me an opinion...so..."

"Respond to me!"

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