Azeroth’s Death Track

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The desolate beach in the northeast of Kalimdor mainland, this is the ruined land called "Azshara". It is said that this was part of the capital of the Elven Empire, Gold. Azshara 10,000 years ago. There are only ruined stone temples that have faded in time, and the ruins of huge buildings that can vaguely see the flourishing scenery here 10,000 years ago.

Naga and fish people occasionally enter the ruins under the night, trying to search for something, but they will soon be driven away by the mysterious blue dragons here.

It is said that an Archmage of New Dalaran was hiding in the mountains of Azshara. He and his apprentices tried to find some treasures and knowledge of the Elven Empire ten thousand years ago in this ruin.

And on the cliff of the most desolate northern coast of Azshara, here is a deserted wilderness, there is nothing here, in a desolation, on the cliff, only a common vine tree stands on the cliff There, but if you look carefully, it is easy to see that this tree, which looks ordinary, has vines extending from its roots, down the towering cliff stone wall, and finally disappears into the cold water. Among.

This tree... is not ordinary at all.

"what!"

Amidst the waves of the deserted coast of Azshara, a half-empty figure appeared beside the unpredictable trees. He was very embarrassed, and this soul body seemed to have been seriously affected in the previous crazy battle. The destruction of the body like the Sartre's demon was covered with weak wounds of the soul, and behind him, the original nightmare limbs with a trace of beauty were completely torn apart.

Now, he is as embarrassed as a bald chicken who lost a fight.

"Ah, what the hell!"

Xavius ​​raised his arms weakly. He looked at the scars on his soul. His hatred of Malfurion became deeper, but there was also a trace of fear.

Obviously, Malfurion, who has adapted to death, has become more terrible, especially after abandoning the meaningless meaning of peace, the big druid has become the most frightening beast of death... before him Malfurion can also be calculated with inferior strategies, but now, in the face of Malfurion who has lost his bottom line, even a villain like him feels a trace of long-lost fear.

The combat effectiveness of a downright old man who has been completely blackened... is really terrifying.

But even if Malfurion destroyed Savis’s body in the Emerald Nightmare, it didn’t really make much sense. Before the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago, Malfurion’s soul was taken by Malfurion himself. Sealed in this oak, and after falling into the deep sea and meeting Enzos, the ancient **** turned Xavius ​​into the king of nightmares.

The power of the ancient gods gave Xavius ​​the ability to reshape his body in a dream, but the problem is that his soul is still in that oak, as he himself said, the king of nightmares in the emerald dream, At best it was just a shadow of Xavius. Although it was indeed painful when torn, and it would make him extremely weak, he would not die because of it.

And the body of the oak is still in the "Holy City" of Enzos, under the darkest deep sea of ​​Azeroth, in the sleeping city of Nerosa, this tree on the coast of Azshara It is only connected to Xavius's body through the roots, and the means used to punish this villain has become a bargaining chip for Xavius ​​to avoid death after thousands of years.

It has to be said that the world is really fooling.

"But it's nothing... Enjoy your victory, it won't be too long."

Xavius ​​was moving the body of the soul. He looked back at the direction of Mount Hyjal. The towering world tree had long disappeared. This scene made Xaviz resentful again.

"Damn dark blade! Just like a disgusting **** stick, wherever you are!"

The angry king of nightmares scolded at the endless sea in front of him, venting the extreme discomfort in his heart, but he was also a wise guy. He even, at this moment, when he was weak At least don’t sway in this world. Once the druids find this tree hidden on the coast of Azshara, he will lose another best way to invade Kalimdor civilization.

This is not worth the loss...

But the problem is that Xavius ​​wants to return to Niorosa, the city of the deep sea, through this tree connected to his body. Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to let him go back so easily.

"Look! Funeral dog!"

A strange woman's voice suddenly sounded behind the soul body of Xavius, turning the nightmare king who was about to enter the tree back, but what he saw was not a woman, but a long black cloak, putting his own A man covered in darkness and wearing a white linen robe often worn by monks.

Judging from the emblem of the Holy Light hanging on his chest, this should be a human pastor of the Holy Light Church, but the problem is that Xavius ​​can feel that there is something dark in the body of this human pastor.. .Something very similar to the power of the ancient gods he had contacted.

"what did you say?"

Xavius ​​grumbled to the hooded Chaldean. Morgan shouted:

"Who do you call the dog of the mourning family? When you see the great nightmare king, why don't you bow down to me? You stupid mortal! I want to punish you!"

The King of Nightmares was not simply a threat to Chaldeans. He wanted to force Chaldeans to show his cards in this way, so that he could tell which eccentric human being was a servant of the ancient god... If it is Enzos' servant, it means that he may have found another "chess piece" to use.

If he was a servant of Yogg Salon, it would be meaningless for him to be alive!

A flash of cold light flashed through Savis' eyes. However, in the face of the threat of the nightmare king, the seemingly weak human priest just shook his head, as if whispering to himself:

"Look at his eyes, he is still thinking about how to use me, maybe, he still wants to kill me... you always tell me that Enzos's cage is not as strong as it used to be, you still praise Enzos in the dark The dark and strange plots of Zhong Zhong, but now, look, what do I see?"

Chaldean whispered, he raised his head and looked at the weak nightmare king with a curious look in his eyes. He shook his head contemptuously:

"All I see is a tiny monster who is enough to devour the world, trying to bow down with sincerity, and trying to escape because of fear. This is the general of Enzos? This is really disappointing.. ."

This contemptuous language made the king of nightmares utter his teeth, but at the next moment, the voice of the vocal woman just now sounded again, as if to answer the Chaldean question invisible:

"Of course! Of course, he is far worse than you. Xavius ​​is a **** admired by the Sartres. He has his own dark wisdom. He betrayed the devil at the right time. That is a great choice. It is a pity that he turned to a less reliable owner... it is time for us to let him get lost."

This time, Xavier felt the origin of the voice. His eyes fell on the purple ceremonial dagger at the waist of Chaldeans. He saw at a glance the true face of the dagger that concealed his true face.

"Ah! It's Saratas!"

The King of Nightmares screamed, and he turned and ran, but the next moment, at the moment when Chaldeans raised his hand, several tentacles composed of pure shadows, with a wrapped posture, easily moved Xavius Trapped less than one meter away from the tree.

The King of Nightmares was too weak, and at this unlucky moment, he met the Patriarch of the Fifth Ancient God... a real strong man hidden in the kingdom of mankind.

It has been more than ten years since the Chaldeans held Saratas. He has not yet been abandoned by this inferior dark blade, which has already demonstrated his potential and his strength, perhaps not as terrible as the great lord , But the power of darkness in the body of Chaldeans is enough to easily destroy a civilization.

If he did not do this, it means that he and his master are planning a more terrible conspiracy.

"But so..."

The archbishop shook his head and pulled out the blade of the dark empire at his waist. He walked towards the horrified Xavius ​​and the tree connected to Xavius' body. He held the knife and looked back and forth between the two. After looking around, he asked:

"So, who should I stab? This soul, or this tree?"

After speaking, without waiting for Saratas to speak, Chaldee made a pleasant decision:

"Ah, I'm so stupid. Considering so much to do, let's just kill each person..."

When the words fell, the dark dagger shining with the purest power of the ancient gods disappeared into the soul body of the nightmare king. Begging for mercy.

He's just Enzos's dogleg, and Saratas, it's a level of darkness with Enzos... far from what he can resist.

In the indifferent gaze of Chaldeans holding a dagger, Xavies realized that...Today, if he still wants to continue to live, maybe, he may have to change to a new owner...

At this time, poor Xavies really wants to become a slave of the third surname.

But no one would pity him, would he?

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In the wilderness of the dead world, tens of thousands of undeads are constructing a large stone garden under the will of the great lord. The scene of the 10,000 people working is very lively, where the gods who have recovered their wisdom and freedom are talking to each other. , Chatting, haha ​​laughing, as if they were still alive, but this noisy did not affect the construction progress.

After 1 day, the garden is about to show its prototype.

This is not because of the decision made by the lord in a hurry, but to welcome a "new guest" to this world.

"Saves is dead?"

Lord Lord Tyrion is holding a pair of delicate scissors to trim the branches of a weird tree in front of him. The appearance of this tree is a bit weird. The trunk and the new branches are surrounded by pale halos. From a distance, it looks like a glowing tree.

And in the open space behind this new tree, the original branches of the withered world tree Nordrassil are being cut by several undead craftsmen with tools. Although those trunks have lost huge life energy, it is after all From the tree of the world, those woods will therefore have a lot of magical effects, and they will be trimmed into materials similar to the original embryo of the staff, as a reward for the merited people in the future.

Based on the volume of the World Tree, these materials are estimated to be sufficient for many years...

Facing the casual queries of the High Lord, standing behind him, the silent Druid Malfurion, who was silent as a sculpture, nodded silently, and said in a low, hoarse voice:

"I tore his body apart and watched the vines break down his last flesh and bones, but the nightmare king did not die so easily, and his soul may have returned to the sea of ​​light."

"That's okay... a clown jumper, the most important thing is, are you out of your bad breath?"

Tyrion carefully cut out a deformed branch. This action made the tree rooted in the ground of the dead world tremble before him, and it seemed to feel pain.

This action made the big lord smile, he reached out and patted the quirky tree, he said softly:

"Look, Malfurion, the tree of reincarnation is growing very healthy, it seems that it has adapted to the climate of the dead world, which is really good... speaking, this tree of great significance to us needs one more A dedicated "gardener"."

Tyrion turned around and looked at the silent Malfurion:

"I know that you are resistant to us. It's nothing. I'm a generous person. I allow the presence of dissidents, so I won't force you to serve the dark blade, but...the valuable knowledge you have You can’t be wasted like this, so it’s up to you to take care of this tree.”

Archdruid did not answer, as Tyrion said, he was still struggling with his own death and resurrection, especially the life and nature he believed in before, the brand of the soul, it was not so easy to dissipate. of.

Seeing the hesitation of Grand Druid, Tyrion put down the scissors and said again:

"After the tree of reincarnation grows, it will be responsible for attracting souls from the outside world, and then sending those innocent people back to the present world, starting their new life and life. Nordrassil itself has the mission of breeding night elves, So I believe that the tree of reincarnation will fulfill its mission, oh, right... Did I tell you that I left the dead road sign on Mount Hyjal?"

The lord said to Malfurion casually:

"From today, all the souls of Cadore who died in Mount Hyjal will enter the world of death through that sign, and then be sent back to the bodies of Madam Cadore who desires to be pregnant by the tree of reincarnation. The night elves will To completely get rid of the shackles of elves, the forest elves will continue the civilization of Cadore through natural reproduction, just like humans and higher elves."

"If the state of the tree of reincarnation is excellent, there may be hundreds of thousands of elves who are here, and those elf souls who have died on the battlefield, can return to the civilization of Kadore as a baby as quickly as possible.. You see, this is a very serious and very important mission..."

"do not talk!"

Malfurion quietly blocked the words that Tyrion would continue to speak. He already understood the meaning of Tyrion. He reached out and stroked the tree of reincarnation that had just received a new life from the decaying body. There was a flash of light in the black eyes of Archdruid:

"I will be the gardener of the tree of reincarnation...I will take care of it and do my best..."

"But this is not for you and your dark blade...at least for now, I will not serve you!"

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