Azeroth’s Death Track

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Although the Underworld Abyss looks like a bad place, in fact it is also a bad place, but it does not mean that there is no good in this piece of underworld.

On the edge of the eternal battlefield that has been re-cleaned, in the hidden valleys, there are many spring eyes guarded by elemental creatures. Those springs are clear black, and there is a refreshing cold, it is more viscous than ordinary water. However, there is no feeling of turbidity or darkness at all. These springs contain extremely pure soul power. In the past years, it is one of the most important supplies of Hella’s elite army.

The Fountain of Souls, which can effectively repair the wonders of soul damage, is also the most precious resource of the Underworld Abyss.

"Well..."

With a whisper like when waking up, a perfect, white jade-like body stood up from the spring water between the fluctuations in the water of the soul spring, and the wet hair clung to the cold, bumpy skin Along with the swaying of burgundy long hair, the water droplets drifted like rain on the surface of the endless spring water. After a few breaths, the death lord of the Dark Blade Legion opened his eyes.

Myra, who was on the side, immediately gave her wife a loose robe and gently wiped her wet long hair. In the process, Lord Luminas Yangyang seemed to be immersed in another kind. In her senses, she is like a puppet, like a curse, like a lost soul, even in those eyes, there is no flexibility and cunning.

But in reality it is not.

Her missing soul was completed.

It is in the black spring water of the soul spring, under the nourishment of the soul power, the pain paid for crossing the death, the fragments representing personality, will and emotion return to the body, letting the world in her eyes die After a few years, it became fresh again, like a black and white picture. After a long wait, it was finally stained with colorful traces.

The whole world became clear, as if the barrier between self and reality was finally broken. She no longer needed to observe the world through a layer of cold gauze.

But the indifference that is unique to the nature of the undead is regulating these too fresh emotions, like some invisible chains, binding this complete will and emotions to maintain them to a degree acceptable to the undead. In the above, this is a kind of protection of the unself of the will of the undead. Life and death are a door that has entered into it, so the scenery outside the door is destined to be viewed only, not intervened.

As a deceased person, under the impetus of complete personality and emotions, it is easy to try to continue to play the role when he is still alive, but the world of death is indifferent. In the conflict between rules and ego, the immature undead can easily go Self-destruction.

Fortunately, Luminas is already a very mature deceased. Her understanding of death, she belongs to the super-strong self-control of the high-level undead, so she quickly regained control of this kind of too little for the deceased Living senses, she is still a little uncomfortable.

After a moment of bewilderment, reason returned to Lord Luminas' body. She reached out her hand subconsciously and held her wet long hair in her hand. She looked back at her husband and she saw The worry in Myra's eyes, a kind of caring emotion rising from her heart, it seemed a little strange, but it was not resisting.

The integrity of the soul made Luminas really find herself, her eyes are no longer indifferent, her emotions are no longer extreme, even her voice has become softer than before, just like she was alive. Look.

"I seem to have a long dream, my Myra."

Luminas took a step back. She reached out and picked up Myra’s hands. A beautiful smile appeared on her beautiful face. She put Myra’s cold hand on her face and died. After the lord’s soul was complete, her manipulation of power seemed to become more and more delicate. In the slight fluctuations of Lumi’s emotions, the cold breath gathered into white snowflakes, slowly sliding down beside the two, while wearing a red robe The two held hands in the snow, just like the most perfect lover.

Lumi looked at the little man who was indispensable to her in front of her, and those who had passed by in the past whispered, she whispered:

"From birth to death, I have walked too far and too far in death, I have forgotten too many things, you and me, those memories of when we were alive, that may not be a beautiful dream, but in that dream Here, you have always been by my side...this is great."

The sudden tenderness of his wife surprised and surprised the blood lord Myra Dawnblade who had seen many of the world.

Although his cousin had told him in advance that the integrity of his soul might completely change the character of an undead, he never thought that his wife's changes would be so dramatic.

But that's her, that's her beloved woman who would rather abandon life and spend a lifetime with it.

"You have become a little strange, Lumi."

Myra took his wife in his arms, he hugged her and kissed his wife's hair, he whispered:

"It may take me a while to get used to you like this, but it doesn't matter... welcome home."

The embracing couple did not find that in a farther distance, on a hillside, the couple of the Lord of the Lord was standing there, watching the process of the recovery of Lumi’s soul, the existence of each death lord, Both are very important. As the leader, Tyrion must ensure that there is no defect in the process of soul recovery.

"Their relationship is really good."

Tyrion took his wife's hand, he seemed relieved, as if he had fulfilled a heavy mission, he whispered:

"When they followed me, Glokus, Luminas, and Serrent. They were the first to follow me. They were like me, and they all had missing souls, but they were different from me. I don’t need those past to remember you, remember mother, remember our sister and brother, they can’t... when they returned from death, they forgot something more or less, that kind of forgetting It also completely changed them."

"I know."

The **** mother felt the change in her husband’s mood, perhaps affected by the tender feelings of Lumi and Myra. Aurelia tipped her toes like a little girl and kissed gently on the husband’s cheek, she said :

"I know that they never asked you to promise to make them complete again, but I also know that you have never given up on this kind of attempt, and now, you have finally done it, you have done what a leader should do , You have protected them well, and we have been well protected...Give us an endless future, everyone is very grateful to you."

"But it's the last step."

Encouraged by his wife, the big lord smiled. He turned his head and stretched out his hand to hold his wife's waist. He said:

"Come on, leave them alone time, in fact, I have something terrible to tell you, Aurelia, about our daughter Talia... It is said that a little ruffian is trying to seduce us My good daughter, which makes me very, very angry! I don’t know how to tell this to Major General Cyrus and Lord Fortalegen..."

"But I will be busy in the next few days, so I want you to ask my daughter instead of me, what the **** is going on! And that little ruffian who doesn't know what to do...you can persuade me" "Should he?"

And hearing the good-looking daughter’s love with her old parents, the **** mother’s tone also became a little bit bad:

"Oh? Are you saying that someone is trying to become the "son-in-law" of death? Well, it's really courageous...I'm going back to Stormwind City immediately, my dear, you just do your own thing, this matter, hand it over Me."

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With a huge roar, a black temple suspended in the sky was like tearing the space, appeared above the storm fjord, it was like a hill overhanging the sky, blocking the bright sunlight, will His huge shadow cast on the ground.

Several dark blade warfare groups are constructing new defenses and fortresses on the ground below. In connection with the several teleportation arrays of the Dark Temple, a large number of weapons and ammunition and various supplies are being sent into the army, just finished. The damage of the sergeants of several war regiments in the Battle of Hell is not serious, but the gap between ammunition and weapons is very large.

Darkblade soldiers perfectly executed the requirements of the lords. They almost washed the entire **** with holy silver bullets, resulting in the inventory of all holy silver cannonballs prepared by the Darkblade Logistics Department in the past few years. There is also a serious gap in the artillery rations of the Artillery Corps. Hella’s army has a large number of people. It is not an easy task to use heavy fire to suppress those dead souls from beginning to end.

Fortunately, there is a complete arms manufacturing industry in the dark edge city of the dead world. After nearly a week of emergency production, these newly distributed weapons can barely guarantee the ammunition base required for a major battle, and the black iron zone’s In the hands of arms dealers, there is still enough armament stockpile available to arm the Hailagals under Haila.

Although these devoted Death Soul Warriors do not meet the standards of the Dark Blade Soldiers, the Death Soul Warriors under Hella have no fixed body, so there is still the possibility of being transformed, and in this upcoming war against Warragal These Hella "have saved" the Halagar Army for tens of thousands of years, and will become an extremely perfect "cannon fodder".

In short, the second war on the land of the Storm Fjord is about to begin, and everything is being prepared in an orderly manner.

"Wow, wow, wow"

The sound of the armor collided in the hall on the top floor of the dark temple, alarming the lord who was looking through some documents. Tyrion raised his head and saw a graceful pale female Valkyrie walking towards him with a swing.

The wagri is wearing a pale and gorgeous armor, carrying a double-edged sword with up and down blades in her hand, and holding a heavy shield of silver halo in the other hand, she carries the wagri logo The sexual half-covered lightning helmet has a wide pair of pale wings behind it, and the heavy death force lingers on the body of the Valkyrie, so that her wings are mixed with a low-key and restrained in the pale room. black.

She is taller than other Valkyrie, has a spooky temperament, and looks majestic, but how to say, she seems to have just learned to walk, and the posture of advancing crookedly is very... awkward.

"Why doesn't my name appear in the Vanguard, Tyrion!"

The Valkyrie took off her helmet, revealing her steadfast and neutral face. Her pale eyes sparkled with intense dissatisfaction. She shouted loudly:

"Do you want me to be a coward?"

"Hella!"

The Lord Lord looked at the pale Valkyrie with a headache. He whispered:

"You should now cultivate in the Dark Blade City! You have not yet reached a perfect fit with this body, and I know your will to participate in the war, but look at you, you are not stable even now!"

"I didn't go on a stable path because I was weak, Tyrion!"

Hella, the pale valkyrie, she stubbornly pointed the gritty double-edged sword on the ground, trying to make her slanted body stand more straight, she refuted loudly:

"Just because I haven't walked with my legs for tens of thousands of years, I'm just a little bit uncomfortable!"

"But it won't affect the dog legs that I cut off Odin, or the head of Odin... I've prepared for this for tens of thousands of years! You can't leave me at this last moment! We signed Contract! Damn it!"

"I didn't mean to leave you."

The Lord Lord did not want to quarrel with Hella on this issue. He refocused on the document in his hand and said:

"Calm down, Hella, I will let you play! I will give you a chance to face Odin... but before that, you must seize the time and master this body..."

In the past 7 days, Hella has reorganized the power of her soul in the Soul Gathering Coffin. The influence of Void on her is fading little by little, making Hella no longer look like her crazy, but maybe this once the sea The witch's character was already spicy, which caused her not to have a good relationship with other death lords.

She is still evading communication with the Valkyries under her command. This powerful **** of death appointed by Tyrion as the Valkyrie general seems more willing to fight alone.

This caused Tyrion some headaches. The Legion of Dark Blades has always advocated collective fighting from its establishment to the present, and individual heroism is not encouraged in the Legion of Dark Blades.

"No! Tyrion, I want to be a pioneer! I want to be the first to step into Odin's nest! I want to drag him from that supreme throne! I swear!"

Hella said stubbornly:

"You are also a warrior. You know better than anyone. Only in real combat can you awaken the deepest potential of this body. I just don’t want to waste time, Tyrion! You don’t let me go to the battlefield, yes Do you doubt me?"

"You should know that I will not let you down in matters concerning Odin!"

"really?"

The pen in Tyrion's hand stopped. He looked up and looked at Hella in front of him seriously. It was like a general looking at a soldier who was actively seeking battle. After a few seconds, the lord took the seal on hand. , Slammed on a scroll, he sighed and handed the scroll to Hella:

"Okay! I will give you the opportunity you want, Hella."

"You will be the first general to attack Wallagar, but I have a requirement that you must go with other Valkyrie... I don’t need a shrewd man who can only fight alone, Hella, I need a qualified commander."

"Remember, you said that, I gave you the chance, don't let me down!"

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