Azeroth’s Death Track

For some reason, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to access this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name www.wuxiaspot.com (the first letter of literature + org dot com, wuxiaspot.com) to find the way home!

"Just because of this man! Are you going to challenge me regardless of life and death?"

The voice of the High Lord became icy at this moment. His questioning voice echoed in the hall of the dark temple like frost and cold wind. In the envelope of cold will, a layer of frost visible to the naked eye quickly condensed on the ground, In a short time, the dark hall seemed to be frozen.

Just like all the parents in the world, I saw my original daughter, who was arguing with his parents because of a hateful man, and even hesitated to break up. This made the thinking of the big lord into a very bad misunderstanding for a time. .

If you look at it sensibly, Flynn was caught and challenged by Talia. These are two unrelated things, but when they happen at the same time, they cast a different kind of shadow on this matter. Let the Lord Lord's hatred of Flynn Fawinder increase several grades in an instant.

Tyrion clearly remembers that he did give Tyria a chance.

At that time, he handed the refined dragon blood essence to Talia, and told her that at any time, when Talia felt that the time was right, this stubborn girl could challenge the big lord and use a real Fight to resolve the indelible obsession in Talia's heart.

As an undead, the Lord Lord is very aware of the power of obsession. If this thing is not resolved, it will be like a seed buried in the earth, constantly absorbing nutrients from life and time, and finally breaking through the barriers of mind and reason, and then a The normal soul is completely distorted. It is often born of hatred and pain, so it does not get good feedback. The force that bursts out of obsession can completely destroy a person.

He hopes to use a battle, or a challenge, to use this kind of test to let Talia truly bid farewell to the past and integrate into a new life.

But the Lord Lord never imagined that his baby's daughter would choose to draw his sword at one day because of another man.

He knew that this day would come, but he never thought that this scene would become so difficult. The undead’s attachment to emotions was quite terrible. At the moment when Tyria raised her sword, the anger in the Lord’s heart And the pain becomes irreversible.

In the face of his questioning, Talia said nothing, and the momentum between her father and daughter was tit-for-tat, making the entire hall as if it were a battlefield. Both Cyrus and Dalyn around Tyrion felt the changes in things. , Especially at the moment when the High Lord stood up from the throne with anger, Dalyn and Cyrus also stood up at the same time.

"Calm down! Tyrion!"

Dai Lin glared fiercely at Talia and Flynn behind her. He stepped forward and took Tyrion's wrist. He said in a deep voice:

"This kid doesn't mean that, you misunderstood her!"

"misunderstanding?"

Tyrion’s voice did not change much, but the Ashbringer who jumped into his palm represented his thoughts at this time. The Lord Lord looked at Tyria below, and said coldly:

"Is this really a misunderstanding? My daughter?"

Looking at Tyrion’s ice-blue eyes, Tyria was a little scared, but the emotion in her heart made her grind her teeth and responded positively to her father’s question:

"Even if Flynn is not here, father, I will still challenge you!"

"enough!"

Bewar grabbed Talia's wrist, he yelled angrily:

"You're dizzy, Talia, apologize to Tyrion! You can't talk to your adoptive father like this!"

Faced with the restraint of the biological father and the worry in Bowar's eyes, Talia stuck her neck like a real warrior. She said to her biological father:

"No! Father, this is my agreement with Tyrion... The arrival of Flynn just accelerated the process. There is always a battle between us! This is for you and Cyrus!"

Talia’s answer made the Duke of the Undead squeeze her fingers tightly, and Bovar looked at the Cyrus beside him, the Major General of the Dead Sea Fleet, and the former port chief, Cyrus, shook his head. Talia said:

"Silly boy, your father and I don't need you to do this for us! We don't want to see what is happening now... The past may be due to fate, but that is our destiny, it has nothing to do with you , Boy, your father and I just hope you can live happily! It’s not like being here so irrationally to do something you can’t do!"

"Go back, Talia!"

Major General Cyrus stretched out his hand and patted on Talia's shoulder. He said softly:

"I assure you that Flynn will not die. Go back and stop hurting Tyrion's heart. He cares for you no less than us."

"Yes, Talia, I know you can fight, but challenge Tyrion... this is crazy!"

Even Flynn, who was standing behind Talia, said to her girlfriend in a worried tone:

"You don't need to save me, I can face it all myself, baby, I'm a man, I don't want my woman to save me, I mean..."

"To shut up!"

Both Bervar and Cyrus interrupted Flynn in unison, and Bervar said coldly to the young man:

"Our father and daughter are talking, and here, you don't have the right to speak! In my opinion, you are the source of all evil in this matter. Without you, this would never happen!"

"Father, it's not Flynn's fault."

The girl sighed. She looked up and looked at her two fathers. She reached out and pulled out the sword from the ground, and then said:

"It’s not just for you, father, even if you don’t want me to do this, but I still have to do something for you, otherwise, my conscience is uneasy! Another voice in my mind has been scolding me for being a thief as a father... . I am very painful. Let me finish this thing. If it cannot be done, I will not feel relaxed in my life."

After that, Talia shook off Bovar’s hand holding her wrist and took two quick steps forward. She raised her head, and her black eyes looked at Tyrion on the throne, and she raised her voice in a hoarse voice. Shouted to:

"Tirion! I'll challenge you!"

"well!"

Talia's roar made the hint of anger in the high lord's heart finally reach the apex. He looked at Dai Lin coldly. The latter sighed and released his hand. Tyrion stepped down the ladder step by step. The heavy ash messenger on his wrist, the cold frost lingering on his body, he looked at Talia holding the sword shield in front of him, just like looking at a stranger:

"Look! This is my good daughter... You really hurt me!"

"Since you are so confident, then let me see, how good is my good daughter's wings..."

As soon as the words fell, the Ashbringer in the hands of the High Lord brought a black sword shadow in the wrist flip, and Talia took a step back and lifted the shield in her hand with a standard warrior block. Keep in front of you.

"boom"

The chilling ash messenger touched the surface of Talia’s shield. In less than a second, the shield created by the black iron emperor Thorison was completely frozen from the inside out, in the extreme cold In the meantime, the strongest steel is not tougher than wood. At the moment when he felt the terrifying power felt on his wrist, Thalia, who changed her face, threw her shield and retreated quickly.

"Wow"

The black heavy shield hadn't touched the ground yet, as if the ice was cracking, under the vibration of the force exerted by Tyrion, it spread out like ice chips.

In the gorgeous ice flower, the Lord of the Lord maintained a chopping stance, and a touch of pale frost power flowed over his body. He looked at his retreating daughter. The left hand of Talia holding the shield was abnormal. Trembling, and there was already a thick layer of frost on the steel armor of her left arm.

"I used less than one-tenth of my strength, my daughter."

Tyraine, with a sharp blade, walked steadily towards the warrior girl who was doing her best. He said without a touch of emotion:

"Listen to me, give up now, it's too late!"

"But from small to large..."

Talia gritted her teeth and tore the armor that had been scrapped on her left arm, and threw it under her feet. This enchanted armor can indeed resist magic, but it also has limits, facing the sharp attack of Tyraion. At that time, 90% of the defensive magic in the world was meaningless.

But the warrior girl did not show fear or despair. She looked up and moved her frostbitten left arm. She held the wind chaser long sword in her hands. She looked at Tyrion, and a smile belonged to the soldier. Face raised:

"From small to large, father, you never taught me, what is giving up..."

The smile on Talia's face made the lord slightly stunned. He remembered that when he first taught Talia to fight, the child's face was also like a combative boy. At that time, she, How cute and cute...

"It's my turn!"

Facing the death with a sharp blade, instead of being discouraged, Thelia, who was defeated in the first round, launched a counterattack with great force. In the eyes of the big brothers, the child dragged the long sword wrapped in the power of the wind and thunder towards the Terion, who was standing on the spot, launched a charge. At this moment, her body swept through the frozen platform like a wind, and the brute force belonging to the soldiers was exerted on the ground, breaking the ice pieces released by the high lord.

"Yeah!"

The wind chaser’s sharp blade fell towards the body of the high lord, and the fiery red anger was blooming like flames, which reflected the young girl like a **** of war, but this violent blow did not hurt the big lord at all. The moment the blade fell, Tyrion's body seemed to have no bones, and turned strangely outward, the blade almost rubbed his chest and fell.

"Strength is enough, but the skill is almost the same."

The lord’s fingers flicked gently on the daughter’s sword-holding wrist, and the armor on Talia’s arms made a harsh tear like a heavy blow between the bombs, breaking through the twisted steel In between, the wind chaser took his hand out and screamed into the ground, while Talia's hands were as if they were cut by a sharp blade, and at this moment blood spattered.

"It hurts."

After a few steps back, Telia's face was pale, her hands were swaying, and the bright red blood dripped from her fingers little by little, which was definitely resolved by her father's blow, which made her feel Unspeakable setbacks.

The high lord reached out and grabbed the wind chaser. He glanced at his daughter and threw the long sword back with his hand. The war sword was inserted into the ground under Talia's feet, and the hilt shook slightly.

"Are you going to admit defeat?"

Tyrion's mocking voice came:

"That's how you challenge me? What are you going to use to defeat me? Talia, use your tears?"

This spicy taunt made Talia gritt her teeth, and the stubborn girl grabbed the sword with her hands intertwined with flesh and blood. She took a deep breath in silence, and the fiery red anger rose again in Talia's body, After realizing that it was impossible for him to technically confront his father who had fought so hard, the warrior girl sunk her will into the sword of war.

The wind chaser is a true legendary weapon, its steel blade contains the pure power of wind thunder, this is a self-conscious weapon, and the connection between Talia and it is still slightly weak, but it is enough to mobilize this Put the real power of the sword.

At the call of Talia, a fine thunderbolt ran around her fingers and arms along the wind chaser's blade, entwined with the fiery red anger, making Talia's body look like The flame-like anger also evolved in a way that thunder and lightning mobilized in a vertical and horizontal direction.

The moment the girl opened her eyes, a flash of blue light flashed away at the corner of her eyes.

"Uh"

The figure of Talia disappeared in the place suddenly, like the thunder of lightning. When it appeared again, the wind chasers of the thunder and lightning symphony were only less than 1 inch away from the chest of the big lord, just like lightning. As swift and violent, however, this blade is only a slight distance away from the target, but it can no longer penetrate.

Because it was pinched firmly in the air by two slender, cold fingers.

"It's almost... my daughter."

The lord looked at Talia calmly. He said:

"Try again!"

"Wow"

In a single blow, Talia's slender body flew out again, and Tyrion controlled the power. The attack was not dead, but the pain was unavoidable.

The girl stood up tremblingly from the fall. She gasped, stretched out her trembling hands, and wiped the blood oozing from the corners of her mouth. Before her eyes, her father raised the wind chaser. Once again, the sword was inserted precisely under her feet, just like the irony from the high lord.

"This is crazy! Waiting for me, Talia, I will save you!"

Flynn watched his girlfriend grab the long sword again, and he rushed into the battlefield with his fist, but the moment he lifted his foot, the bone knife in Bovar's hand came to his neck. Above, the fire of the soul in the eyes of the Duke of Undead has swayed to a level similar to the storm. He looked at Flynn and said one by one:

"No! Past!"

"That's your daughter! You are crazy!"

Flynn's eyes were crimson, and his tone of voice strongly retorted:

"That's also my future wife. I can't just watch her being tortured by a madman! Let go!"

"Don't matter! Flynn!"

Cyrus also scolded:

"The suspicions on you haven't been cleared up yet! It's not something you can participate in about Tyrion and Talia..."

"No no no! I think I can let him try it."

A voice suddenly sounded, and Dai Lin, who came to Bowar, reached out and stopped the bone knife in the hands of the Duke of the Undead, which stopped Cyrus's scolding. The Sea Devil extended his hand very gently and helped Flynn adjust his clothes. , He looked at the young man, he said playfully:

"Have you thought about it? Involving in their war, I can guarantee that you will die miserably."

"I'm not afraid!"

Flynn looked at the attack again and again and again and again, he was gritted his teeth and said:

"If Tyria can give everything to someone like me, then I will not let her down! My feelings for her are not just talking!"

"well!"

Dai Lin smiled strangely. He threw the navy sword hanging from his waist to Flynn, and then turned his body to make a "please" gesture:

"Then try it, young man!"

"Flynn...Go on!"

If you like the death track of Azeroth, please collect it: (www.wuxiaspot.com) The literature update of Azeroth's death track is the fastest.