Azeroth’s Death Track

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The portal from Ulduar opened in the sea of ​​Stormfjord.

The first one who came out of the portal was the big guardian Lai with a hood. At the moment when he stepped out of the portal, he faced the four heads of the big lord standing on the coast, and the light shining in the eyes of the two people was not Coincidentally, after nodding slightly, Lai stood aside without saying a word.

The other guardians came out from the portal, probably because it was about Odin’s soul. At this important meeting, almost all guardians with heads and faces came, even including senior technology who buried their heads to study Titan technology. Zhai Mimilon, all appeared here.

Behind them, the main part of the golden Warragal fortress has been salvaged from the sea by the hardworking Titan creations, but compared to the magnificent once suspended in the sky, the Warragal fortress that fell into the deep sea and was rescued There is only a silver metal-supported frame, like a super-large steel frisbee, with some building wreckage remaining, and some metal wreckage burned and fixed on the disk in the flow of energy flames.

It was the wreckage of the heroic warriors. It looked miserable, and it seemed that there was still a trace of heavy smoke from the gods at dusk.

"Oh! It seems that our cat queen has found the lost arsenal!"

The mechanical gnome Mimirron raised his funny black steel eyebrows. His mechanical, round face flashed with an irrepressible curiosity and inquiry. He waved the wrench and said to the other guardians:

"You talk about it first. Let me see if the energy terminal in the arsenal and the main frame can be repaired! That is a very important thing...more important than this time-wasting meeting."

After finishing, Mimillon dragged a weird silver flying machine from his eye-catching space. He jumped into it flexibly. Between the roars of the engine, this strange flying area quickly rushed into the distance in the low sound. In the salvage area.

Mimilon’s departure left a dignified scene on the sea, especially the not-so-friendly look of Storm Keeper Torim, which cast a shadow of confrontation on the talks that had not yet begun, until Lei Interrupting this embarrassing silence, the big guardian coughed slightly, and he looked at Tyrion:

"Lord Lord, first of all congratulations on winning another victory. I heard that Hella also chose to obey your leadership. The unification of the dead world is already a future that can be expected. The balance of life and death in this world will also be guaranteed. This is a very good thing and a thing that makes people feel happy, and we are called here..."

"You come to bring back the soul of your brother, of course, I know."

The Lord Lord waved his hands impatiently, interrupting a series of meaningless expressions of Lei. His left hand with black gloves turned over, a perfect diamond core, shining in the evening sunlight, that is a A thought core belonging to Titan creation also represents the soul belonging to Titan creation.

After defeating Odin and ending Odin's pain personally, Hella did not smash this soul core. Maybe the Queen of Hell felt that revenge was enough to do this. Maybe before Odin's death, the two finally Reconciliation was reached, in short, Odin's valued soul core finally returned to Tyrion.

After seeing this indisputable core of thought, the eyes of the guardians lit up one after another.

To be honest, some sensible guardians like Freya and Azadas have a skeptical and pessimistic attitude about whether Odin can retain the soul. They have more or less heard of the Lord Acting style, but the facts are now in front of the eyes, proving that the Lord Lord has indeed fulfilled the promise with the guardians and spared Odin's life.

This made them overjoyed, Storm Keeper Torim stepped forward and took the soul core from the high lord, his handsome face full of hopeful smiles.

However, the guardians did not notice that the big guardian Lai, who stood on the side, shone a deep sorrow in his eyes under the hood.

How could a person like Tyrion be so generous?

These brothers are still too young.

And looking at the guardians who smiled and smiled, the lord’s cold face also had a mild smile on his face. He seemed satisfied with the scene in front of him, but in the ice-blue eyes, he shone with hope. After the desperate expectation that followed, he was waiting for the moment when the despair that had been buried broke through.

It hardly needs to wait too long...

Odin’s soul core is very complete, and no cracks can be seen on the surface. In it, there is a complex and cumbersome blue light spot that lights up as the human brain thinks. It looks really beautiful, and Torim can feel it. To the sleeping soul in the core of thinking, he carefully handed that core to Freya, the guardian of life, and let his sister save it.

Now, they just need to bring it back to Ulduar, activate it with Titan energy, and find a suitable body for it. Their ancient brother and leader, Odin, will be reborn in the secret hall of the Titan City.

However, at the moment Freya took over the core of thought, the Guardian of Life almost immediately sensed the weirdness of the sleeping soul in this core, she infiltrated her green power into the core for a few seconds. Bell, Freya's face became pale, as if she saw the most fearful thing.

In front of her, Storm Keeper Torim still expressed his heartfelt thanks to the Lord.

Facing Torim's gratitude, Tyrion waved his hand while casually saying:

"It doesn't matter, it's nothing. We are "friends." Friends should help each other and help each other. Yes, Odin is a respectable soldier. I know this, so I gave him new hope, new Starting point, I am also eager to see the powerful Odin standing on the front line to defend this world, yes... he has paid a heavy price for what he has done in the past!"

"Yes, I have forgiven him..."

"But you erased all memories and personalities of Odin!"

Can no longer hear the falsely expressed guardian of life, Ms. Freya held the core of thinking in her hand, she screamed:

"You killed his will and thought, there is no Odin at all!"

"This is just a dead body!"

Freya's angry scream was like a thunder explosion, which changed the face of all the guardians drastically, and made the sincere smile on the face of Torim, the storm guardian who was thanking the Lord, completely solidified at this moment.

In the anger of Wan Laiju, the Lord Lord was very calm. He reached out very friendly and patted the dull Thorim before his eyes, and then said to the other guardians:

"Yeah, I erased his will. It was a very, very painful process, but Odin did not make a wailing from beginning to end..."

"He is a respectable warrior, and he also paid a price for what he did, so as I said, I have forgiven him, and you also got Odin’s "soul" as promised, you see, a Souls like white paper, let you paint on it, and it only takes a little time for you to have Odin again! Even a more rational upgrade version of Odin!"

"Snapped"

The lord gave a snap, and he said meaningfully:

"The best of both worlds, isn't it?"

"This is not... this is not... we said yes, we are not so agreed."

It was like Torim who had suffered a terrorist attack murmured, with some pain and some doubt raised his head and stared at the lord, a flame was beating in his eyes, he said:

"This is not! We agreed, not so!"

"Agree?"

Tyrion’s expression became cold, and he glanced at the big guardian Lai, who said nothing:

"The only agreement I made with you is that I will kill Odin completely, and that I will end it all. The heroic legion of Odin will belong to you, and his highest gate will belong to me. What you have to pay is only in mine When the soldiers died generously, they pressed a button... but you couldn't even do such a small thing! You also want to change the agreement temporarily...I think you were threatening me..."

"I hate being threatened, not to mention, your Titan dads have not taught you, what is a contract?"

The finger extended by the High Lord was mercilessly pointed at Thorim’s steel chest. He said in a word:

"I heard that you regarded Odin as a father? Very good, then, your father could have died like a warrior, because you and your miscellaneous brothers, now he gets the same as a mouse. .. is this my fault?"

"Do not!"

Tyrion chuckled, and in Thorim's ear, said in the coldest voice:

"This is your fault! You made him what he is now..."

Thorim's fist was clenched, and the gleaming thunderbolt was beating on his steel fist. Although it was reduced to the size of a mortal body, it did not mean that his strength was weakened, a gloomy storm, Torim's anger In the middle of the storm fjord sky, thunder and lightning were beating in the dark clouds.

The other guardians also clenched their weapons, and there is no doubt that the lord is humiliating them in this way... they should respond, for the majesty of the guardians and the Pantheon.

But the Lord Lord did not care, he took a step back, spread his hands, and said frankly to the guardians in front of him:

"I just taught you something, you should have learned something for a long time, I know that this feeling is very uncomfortable, but children, listen to me, this is growth! Your Titan dad is dead, remember At this point, their majesty and your "noble dignity" can't stop Sargeras's blade, and those things, in my opinion, exude an unpleasant smell like shit!"

"In this world, if you want to help, just follow my plan honestly!"

"If you don't want to help, you even want to make trouble..."

Between the cold winds of the gloomy storm, Tyrion adjusted his black bow tie with his fingers, just like flapping the dust, he carelessly said:

"Then I don't mind, "teaching" you again, or...simply, clear you up!"

"This is the last warning, do you understand?"

The black swordsman robe of the high lord hunted in the cold wind. In front of him, several guardians looked bad, and Torim, the guardian of the storm, raised his head. The handsome face was completely twisted. Between his eyes, the blue The thunder of color is shaking like a radiant light.

"Arrogant deceased, die!"

The warhammer Umir in Thorim’s hands waved at this moment, like a heavy hammer entangled with a storm, and was hit hard against Tyrion’s head, but the High Lord did not defend at all, and did not even look at it With a glance at the weapon, at the moment the warhammer swayed, the shadow behind the high lord jumped violently, like a boiling stream of water, covered in black steel in the dark tears, carved out of the palm of the pale skull and black cross , Precise and easy, caught in the thundering storm.

In the eyes of other guardians, a weird knight who was taller than Tyrion, covered in black armor of the Holy Spirit with a strange religious meaning, and a dark war helmet decorated with acute angles, blocked the big lord and Tori. Between Mu, the knight radiated pale cold all over his body. The armor in his left hand held Torim's warhammer, and in his right hand was a black steel scepter inlaid with gems and embellished with skulls.

He is an unfamiliar knight. At least this character has never appeared in the previous Dark Blade Warrior. Like his armor, he looks dark and restrained, but when he looks carefully, it is full of a fallen darkness, as revealed The end of the world means that the temperament is like a priest who put down the scripture and took up the weapon, and on his chest of armor, the huge black cross with his body and those weird patterns are even more Make him look very weird, and... dangerous!

His weapon is also very weird, saying that it is a scepter. In fact, it is more like a cross-like holy emblem used by the priests of the Holy Light Church. After magnified several times, the gadget looks like a single-handed warhammer. .

Oh, by the way, from his size, this should be... a draenei.

"Snapped"

The big lord's hand with black gloves patted the death knight's steel shoulder armor like a divine book. Like a friend, he whispered to the knight who came to the rescue:

"Be gentle, my friend."

"Teach me this group of "young people" who don't know how to do so, but don't kill them... the problem is a bit serious."

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