Azeroth’s Death Track

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On top of the frozen throne that was surging in death and frost, the lord looked at the war helmet and long sword in front of him, and he did not immediately reach out to take them.

He took a step back and sat on the frozen throne covered with frost fragments. At the moment he touched the throne, his spirit seemed to be integrated with the ice crown glacier at the foot of the entire Scourge, he could feel clearly Every ray of cold wind rolling over this ancient glacier, and every trace of falling snow on the ground.

He seems to be integrated with the cold will of this land. Perhaps with the helmet of dominance, he can easily control all the ghosts on this land, control the entire Scourge, and put them into his own control and system. .

But he won't do that...

For the current Tyrion, the Helm of Dominance would be a very good collection, but it is no longer a necessity, because from the beginning, he has never used compulsive means to restrain his brothers and Warriors, the dark blade... doesn't need that kind of coercion.

The Lord Lord paid more attention to the legendary magic sword.

He put his hands on the armrests of the Throne of Ice, and then supported his cheeks with his left hand. His blue eyes looked at Frostmourne in front of him, and the Orc Death Knight holding Frostmourne. After a while, he asked:

"I heard that Ner'zhul chose you as the Frostmourne Sword Holder. I also know the importance of a good weapon for a warrior. I believe that you will not know to hold this What does the sword represent, then Grom, why are you giving it up?"

Faced with this problem, a trace of helplessness flashed on the rough cheeks under the death knight's frost helmet. His fingers stroked Frost's sad, cold sword body and blade, and then said in a cold north wind:

"As we all know, I am a soldier, even after death."

"I can feel the powerful force that dominates all spirits when holding this sword, but it doesn't fit my style very much. This sword is very good and very powerful, but..."

"It's not strong enough, Lord Lord, when holding it, I seemed to be holding a crystal sword, and I didn't even dare to use all my strength to chop... I know that if I did that, it probably would. .. shattered."

Grom's voice revealed a sense of helplessness, and Frostmourne in his hands also constantly buzzed with grievances. There was no way to compare Frostmourne with his brother, the Apocalypse, to the frontal battlefield. Warrior weapons, if the arrogant Apocalypse is a belligerent knight, then Frostmourne is a strategic commander.

The two magic swords have their own advantages, but they also have their own disadvantages.

"Alright alright."

Grom’s reason makes it impossible for the Lord Lord to refute. Indeed, in most of the legendary weapons that have appeared in the world, the power of Frostmourne is the top of these weapons, but its sturdiness...It is estimated that even before Ten can't get in. When the ancient Nasrezm demons forged it, they probably didn't even think of holding this sword on the battlefield.

"Then I...you're welcome."

Speaking, the Lord Lord stretched out his fingers with black gloves and held it on the stalk of Frostmourne. At the moment of contact, Frostmourne’s silent soul was slightly resisted. It did not forget the last Harmony. The contact of the lord is not an experience that makes Frostmourne feel happy, but it seems to know that this is its destiny in this world.

So after a second, the sword of the evil spirit made a low hum, and endless blue cold air floated on the sword like an ice sword, and seven undead runes on both sides of the blade One by one was lit, and the high lord sat on the throne of ice, letting the pale cold wind wrap his body, he leaned frost sorrow against the leg, leaning on the hilt with one hand, eyes Looking forward, the eternal silence of the Lord of the Dead Realm spurt out at this moment.

In the midair of the platform, the ghost owl moon claws domesticated by the high lord, the pet claws that communicated with the high lord, grasped a magic stone. The moment the momentum reached its peak, the scene was accurately captured in the magic stone. A few seconds later, this domineering side leaked magic image appeared in the blood mother, other death lords, and the Dawn Blade family. Of several magic images of bear children.

For a time, various voices sounded in the spiritual thoughts of the Great Lord. Summarized, it may be the following content.

"Boss domineering!"

"My husband is so handsome!"

"Dad is cool!"

"Tirion! When will I be taken to the throne of ice! The dead world is so boring!!!!!!"

"Boss, your sword is blown up, I will exchange my holy sword with you! 80% of the new holy sword! You can also avatar to eat souls!"

Tyraon chuckled, ignoring the congratulations, and simply responded to the two beauties who tried to "trade in for the new":

"Oh, don't change! You, can't control it..."

When he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers, and the blue frost sorrow was thrown into the weapon space he deliberately opened up. There, the bad guy Tian Qi, who had long been unable to bear, could not wait to see him for a long time. The brother "chat".

He stood up, reached for the helmet of dominance, and said to Grom in front of him:

"I don’t take you in vain, after completing the heroic conversion, go to the logistics office to find Gathris, he will give you enough materials, and then go to the heart of the molten fire to find Magni and Thorison, they will Make a battle axe for you."

"The legendary weapon of the Order Maker is called Shadow Sorrow, 嘁, what a broken name! Your tomahawk is..."

"Blood roar!"

Grom interrupted the lord's interest in naming the weapon, and the stubborn orc said frankly:

"The Battle Axe of the Hellscream family has only one name, it is called Blood Roar!"

"Okay, whatever you want."

The Lord Lord shrugged. He glanced at Ner'zhul, who was suspended in the air behind him. He said:

"Grocush has always been reluctant to represent the orc civilization in the Forgotten Kings. He is essentially a warrior and belongs to the frontline battlefield. He doesn't like to touch politics very much. So, after you complete the conversion, Ner'zhul, the Forgotten Kings There is one of your chairs in Parliament, will you refuse?"

The old orc Ner'zhul, who had an illusory body in midair, bent down and made a posture of saluting. He said in a relieved voice:

"So, as you wish."

"Ah, very good."

The Lord Lord walked to the edge of the ice ring platform of the Throne of Ice. He stood on the high platform and looked at the dead ice crown glacier below. After a few seconds, he waved his hand:

"The Scourge will enter into the reorganization from today, and choose the most powerful undead in this frost land to join the combat system of the dark blade. This thing will be done by the seven Draenors. I will give you 7 battle group quotas and be abolished. The undead are sent to the dead world, waiting for the trees of reincarnation to reinject them into the world of the world...then release the mist of death and completely block the ice cap glacier!"

"From now on, this will be Azeroth's only entrance to the **** dimension of the dead world!"

"Survivor...Mojin!"

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"It hurts...it hurts!"

"It hurts!"

"It's over, it's over! It hurts!"

The helpless and painful roar came from the broken soul in the hands of the high lord. This originally powerful soul only had a fragmented core, as if it was cruelly thrown into the meat grinder to tear the whole soul , Glued, shredded again, glued again, and seemed to be used as a booty to take out several important pieces that made it incomplete.

The spirit of this Eredar demon is distorted. It is clear that the person who tortured him has extremely terrible hatred for him, otherwise any soul with thought will not torture a defeater in this way.

He is Kil'jaeden, the great demon of the Burning Legion, the real demon king, the hand of the dark Titan.

In the dawn of Suramar's fall, the deceiver's body was completely destroyed by the knight of the condemnation, and his soul should have fallen completely on the land that had been infested by the twisted void, but he did not.

The fraudster has always been savvy and cunning, and the character who likes to do the back road in advance saves his soul. At the moment when the evil energy of the body exploded and fell, his soul was torn apart, and a small half was crushed by Velen. Then sent back to the servants who were loyal to him.

But it is a pity that the calculation of the big devil did not really save him, because...

His servants have never been loyal to him from the beginning of this bad game, even before the game started.

"It's terrible."

The high lord leaned on his black iron throne, and this old throne is still suitable for him. The frozen throne looks powerful and domineering, but it is really not comfortable to sit on the throne. At this time, his left hand was carrying a good glass of Jiabing blood wine, while the other hand looked at the horrible remnant soul, looking at the fraudster Kil'jaeden who had really come to the end.

"Ner'zhul is really a ruthless man, he really does what he says."

Tyrion poured cold wine into his mouth. He tasted the sweet taste. He said:

"He took revenge and gave back to you all the torture of his soul, multiplied by ten times, if not because I still have some questions to ask you, I am afraid he can chop your soul, go Feed the cheap ghouls, so, in a sense, I saved you."

Speaking, the Lord Lord extended his finger and touched the remnant soul in front of him. With the infusion of a cold and pure soul power, Tyrion used the means of death to fill the crippled soul in front of him little by little. , Just like the master of micro-carving, under superb techniques, after a few minutes, barely put together the messy soul fragments in his hands.

But this soul is missing a lot of fragments. It seems that Ner'zhul still intercepted something from Kil'jaeden's soul as a "souvenir". Of course, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it doesn't hurt Daya, and Tyrion doesn't have any coercion. Symptoms, he does not need Kil'jaeden's soul to be completely complete, he just needs him to restore his mind to answer his few small questions, nothing more.

"Hey, stop howling, man."

Tyrion whispered:

"Be awake, I want to ask you a few questions."

The will of the high lord blows away the bewilderment of Kil'jaeden's soul like the wind of the winter, so that the soul of the illusory and small devil raised his head at the next moment, and the last bit of pain in his eyes disappeared and replaced it. It's a bit of hatred.

"Taraion! You filthy miscellaneous!"

The fraudster stood on the palm of the high lord and he growled loudly:

"You have corrupted the great legion with darkness, and your evil will inevitably lead to destruction! My death is nothing, the master of the devil will come to accomplish what we failed to accomplish, you cannot protect your sad world! "

"Dark Pantheon is coming! Hahahaha!"

The remnant of this great demon is like crazy, he screams:

"Ner'zhul is your running dog, right? You won, I didn't count on this, but it doesn't matter, that idiot thought he won? You think you won? Hell go!"

"I have sent all your conspiracies back to Argus! Lord Aggramar already knows everything!"

"You! Ner'zhul! Casanathir and its stupid traitors! The two **** of Saloras and Olesith! Everything! All your conspiracies! I have told the Fallen Titans, the dark Titans will soon know all this! You are done!"

"You're done! Have you heard? Kill me! Kill me, my death will bring you the end, I will watch you suffer in hell! Hahahaha! I am the last winner!"

This series of roars is like a real decisive provocation, but unfortunately, when the fraudster threw his final counterattack to the Lord, he failed to see a trace of fear on Tyrion’s face, instead In those ice-blue eyes, there was still a touch of peace.

As if all this was in his plan.

"Done talking?"

The lord put Yin Hong's wine glass to his mouth, and he asked softly:

"You really told everything to Agrama and Sargeras? Do you have this ability?"

"Hah! You look too little on me!"

The fraudster gritted his teeth, and his soul, which had been completely transformed into a demon form, snorted coldly:

"My connection with Argus is deep in the soul. Argus will know everything I see! You are done! Fear, enjoy your final victory, because the end...is coming! "

"that's nice..."

The Lord Lord drank the blood wine in the glass, he nodded in satisfaction, he leaned on the throne in a more comfortable posture, he looked at the fraudster, he said:

"thank you..."

"After completing the last piece of the puzzle in this decisive battle, I have been very worried. How can I let the dark pantheon of Sargeras come here, you have helped me a lot, man."

"Also, look at you, and naively think you will go to hell? Don't be stupid."

The Lord Lord shrugged:

"Hell is in my hands, and I will tell you..."

"You, fraudster, you never want to get real..."

"rest in peace!"

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