Azeroth’s Death Track

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Only in the face of death and destruction will all life reveal its truest side.

The disguise of lies and soul will be easily torn apart in front of the cold, unwavering death, exposing everything under the mask of hypocrisy.

Whether it is a hero, a warrior, a mortal, a coward, a villain, or something, under this extremely cruel destruction, all the truth is pleasing, disgusting, unacceptable, hidden in the darkness The icy truth that is not known to everyone will really unfold and let everyone see it.

Only in such a pure moment can we select real heroes...

"Om"

The horrible, flaming giant sword that is larger than the entire planet, slammed towards the blue planet in front of it. It seems that the next moment, this sad planet will be easily torn by this sword of world destruction, the fallen sword The shadow is seen in the eyes of everyone in the world, even the Queen Azshara being negotiated, the strongest woman in Azeroth, closed her eyes at this moment.

Seeing firsthand how Agrama executed a **** of sin, she no longer has the desire to resist... that kind of power has surpassed her imagination. Behind her, the Naga who submitted to her have been restless, The timid turn turned into the icy water, as if to live in the end of everything.

Varian also saw the Doom Blade across the sky of the world, but instead of closing his eyes, he pulled his back blade with his backhand. Between the thunder and light, Varian's scarred face, Still as persistent as before.

"Does it make sense?"

Azshara closed his eyes above the tide and said:

"Be decent..."

Varian lowered his head. He looked at the face reflected on the blade. He smiled, and said frankly:

"It doesn't make sense, but I just... don't want to die like a coward..."

On the spaceship in front of Baita City Port, Arthas hugged his wife and children. He protected Jaina and his son on his chest. At this moment, Arthas looked sad, he said to his wife:

"Sorry... Anna, I might, maybe I can't save us anymore."

"Do not."

Jaina no longer has the stubbornness of the Archmage. She is like a true docile wife, putting her head on her husband’s chest. She hugs her son, she said:

"Don't be stupid, you will always be our hero."

Luo Ning also kissed his wife's forehead lightly, his left hand rested on Wenresa's abdomen, and Wenresa closed her eyes, and there were tears in her eyes. The little girl of the Windrunner cried and said:

"They, they haven't been able to see the world...it shouldn't be this way, it shouldn't be..."

"He will not let us down."

The mage whispered:

"He will not disappoint his nephews with blood..."

Beside her sister, Sylvanas Windrunner raised her head bravely and allowed her long black hair to dance around. She looked at the flaming sword that had chopped the world, and she was stubborn. Even if she died, she must see clearly. Her own enemy, and her hand, for the first time, so actively took the hand of the human ranger general Nathanos.

"Maris..."

"Ok?"

"If we survive...get married."

"it is good!"

The fingers of the two were clasped tightly at this moment.

On the coastline outside Baita City Port, the orc chief Thrall felt the helpless wail of the element. He raised his head and looked at the sword shadow in the sky. The orc was a little dazed, and it seemed that he did not expect the scene before him, but a moment later He still raised the hammer of destruction. He knew that such a resistance was meaningless, but if he did not resist, it was not the orc style.

What if it is the God of Destruction?

"Lok’TarOgar!!!"

Thrall's roar made Garrosh wake up like a dream. Chief Warsong felt ashamed of his heart-filled fear just now. He clenched the blood roar tomahawk and followed Thrall's giant sword in the sky. Roaring, and beside them, Woking knelt down on the ground and prayed to Loa, but he could not get any response. Only the sound of Bonsandi's vicissitudes of war song, so Woking got the answer.

The troll withdrew his back knives from his backhand and joined the orcs' roar.

And Dranosh, the brave orc warrior, looked at the badge left by his father. In the end, he chose to forgive... He hung the badge around his neck and then joined his brothers, It vents its anger under the end.

"Lok’TarOgar!!!"

The bearded Sun King Kael'thas hated the orcs' rudeness and brutality on weekdays, but at the moment, the roar of the reckless orcs was not so disgusting.

In the roar that sounded through the sky, Kael'thas pulled out the flame of the waist, he raised the blade high, his handsome and majestic face had no fear, at this moment, the Sun King also became warrior.

In Baitacheng Port, Alonzos Faw looked at the shadow of the sword falling from the window. The old man closed his eyes and finally swallowed his last breath.

"If this is the future, then... really unwilling..."

"No! This is not the future of Azeroth!"

On his side, the diamond dwarf Muradin gripped his warhammer and shield tightly. The dwarf roared angrily, and the great knight Uther, who had not been fighting for a long time, also raised the warhammer again. He said to the dwarf:

"Yes, this is not our future! I firmly believe this!"

On the Thunder Bluff, Kane Bloodhoof drank the last cup of tea with his eyes closed, while his son Baine stood in front of his wife Mela, staring at the destruction of the sky.

"Relax, Mela, we will not die, we will not! Die here! No!"

On the top of Mount Hyjal, the night **** of war Tyrande sighed weakly. Behind her, Illidan placed his left hand on her shoulder, and then stepped forward, blocking the beloved woman and his sister-in-law, Gallod He took a deep breath and held Shantis's waist around her. This action made General Yuyue's eyes widen. She looked at Jarod, who shrugged, said something, and then bent down He kissed Shantis' lips.

"How can there be regret in the face of death?"

This sentence seemed to impress Illidan, but the demon hunter hesitated for a moment and still did not turn around. Behind him, Tyrande's war-dressed eyes looked at Illidan's back, and his eyes were full of tangle.

Above the Longmian High Tower, the five dragon kings who had already parted ways were rare and peacefully stood together again, witnessing the world's ruinous scene, the dragon of war, Dragong holding a glass of wine in his hand, lifted to the sky.

"Tirion destroyed our chance to leave...now, my villain, is going to die with this world..."

The dragon face of war said with regret:

"It's really his style. Even if you die, you have to take the enemy to hell...Oh, a good opponent..."

In the city of Ulduar, Mimillon raised his hand and the wrench in his hand fell silently, even though Mimillon had the most wise brain of Azeroth, he could not figure out the final way of survival under this end, and landed on the wrench. In the sound of the sound, the mechanical guardian knelt half on the ground, he whispered:

"Sorry, the adults of the Pantheon...we, after all, let you...disappointed..."

On the eastern continent, there was chaos in the storm city. The members of the Supreme Council silently waited for the arrival of the destruction. They were very unwilling, obviously, so obviously there was such a bright future...

At the front of the parliament hall, the stunned Speaker Edwin Van Cliff reached out and took off his hat. He lit a cigar a little bit pretentiously, and in the smoke, his fingers were trembling, but He still stood up and leaned slightly to the members behind him, with a hard smile on his face, he said:

"You are honored to work with you..."

"Alas, it's just a pity that the space program has clearly been put on the agenda... I haven't been able to see the stars, it's really...not reconciled."

The goblins in Treasure Bay madly spread the gold coins everywhere, but no one in the whole city leaned over to pick them up. The goblins were mixed with men and women, squandering money, roaring loudly, singing loudly, just like , As if it were the last carnival in the end.

On the high tower of Karazhan, the big lich rubbing the ring in his hand, he was waiting...

He knew that someone would always come forward.

And the endless mountain of Pandaria, in Shadow Track Zen Academy, Zhu Talan clenched his fists, hating his lack of strength, the supreme gods, they seemed very very calm, just like their postures in the past, spirit Emperor Shaohao of the style, splashing ink on the Yongchun platform, seems to be planning to complete the last picture, while Reishi, the water element, skillfully prepared ink for the emperor's grandfather.

"Come, the world is going to be ruined, come and come!"

Demigod Ansu stood on his branch and opened a door to the shadow world with difficulty. It screamed to his wife Rukma and his children, the little ravens that were surrounded by flames and storms. :

"Go there and avoid it."

"Don't go!"

Lukma spread his wings, protecting his child, and he screamed:

"The demigod is also dignified, I will not escape...I don't want my children to grow up in the shadow world!"

"Then hurry back to Draenor! As long as we fly fast enough, destruction cannot catch up with us!"

And on the South China Sea, the two chiefs of the Yakizate Empire, the Queen Empress Xia Kexier and the dismantler Sicris finally put down the crazy political war between the two, they left the deep sea left by the ancient Zerg Empire In the secret room, with a solemn gesture, each other's gene fragments were added to a strange, cold black worm egg.

That is the most perfect product of the Yakizate Empire mixing three genes of spider demon, Qila worm and mantis demon. The two Zergman rulers did not know whether this worm egg could escape the coming destruction. World disaster, but if the bugs are lucky enough, even if the world is destroyed, this black worm egg can sleep in the dead stars, waiting for the arrival of a new era.

The centaur's wind chasing the trumpet sounded the low horn, the boar priests sang ancient songs, the bears gathered in the temple of the grizzly hills, and even those voids that entered the world through the void door of Enzos Creatures, like crazy with their tails, withdrew into the shadow world.

This world has never been destroyed, so close...

"what..."

The Lord Lord stood on the reef of the ocean tide. He looked at the sword of destruction in the sky. At this moment, a smile appeared suddenly on his calm face, which made the Scourge Knight Velen standing beside him. Flustered.

"At this moment, do you know? Velen, I suddenly realized..."

"Losa and I were like that..."

"Maybe in Whispering Harbor, he faced me with such a gesture and mentality...in despair...stubbornness!"

"Uh"

The Ashbringer fell into his hands, the Lord Lord stretched his body, and his two other swords also jumped out of the weapon space, suspended on his side, as if held by invisible fingers.

"Take care of home! Velen, I will go back as soon as I go..."

After he finished speaking, the figure of the High Lord rose into the sky like a black shadow, rushing into the sky, and in his soul, the apocalyptic Tian Qi complained with dissatisfaction:

"Why is it the Ashbringer every time... This kind of big scene, it's time for Uncle Apocalypse to show his face!"

"Shut up..."

What refutes the apocalypse is the frost sorrow that has always been silent, and beyond the expectations of the lord, this soul of the magic sword is actually... a girl?

Therefore, the reason why Tian Qi is very restless every time she sees Frostmourne is not actually a provocation? But...

"Don't be noisy..."

The lord snorted. He held out his hand and held the blade of the restless Apocalypse, and Frostmourne fell happily on the back of the lord. Tyraon, holding his swords, looked up at the sky. The chopped flame sword, from the power of the complete dead world, appeared for the first time on the body of the high lord so vigorously, and the two wings of death covering the world suddenly opened behind the high lord.

Like a dim bat...

He was getting closer and closer to the long sword that felled. The flames tried to burn it, but the terrible fire of the world could not even be close to the Lord. What kind of flame can destroy death?

"Look! Who is that!"

The screaming of Queen Valera made everyone look up to the sky, and even Azshara couldn't help but set her eyes on the ruined sky.

In the scene of the world-extinguishing fire swayed by Taisharak, the figure covered in black wings was so clear in the surging of the flame curtain.

Is that a bird?

Is that an airship?

Is that an angel?

Do not!

That was black death, that was the fear that made the whole world tremble, that was the one who swayed the darkness... that was Tyrion. The blade of dawn.

Azeroth's...

Death monarch!

What is different from the past is that this time, following him is not a cold death...but... hope.

Real hope!

"Agrama!"

"Destroyer from the stars..."

"You decide the fate of souls, you want to destroy the world in front of you, you want to destroy the rules I set..."

"boom"

The staggered long sword's full of death power, like the X-shaped dark column before the world, clashed with the fallen sword of the fallen Titan above the sky.

Searing and coldness, strength versus strength.

The sound of weapon collision resounds throughout the world, in the entangled collision of the extreme cold and the scorching fire of extinction, in the dazzling sparks that jump from the annihilation of the energy covering the sky of the world, in the cheers and screams of the whole world In the scream that regained hope from destruction, the whole world seemed to ring a big bell, covering all sounds.

And in that reverberating voice, the Lord Lord looked at the expressionless Aggramar in the dead stars. With a slightly wild smile on his lips, he asked:

"you..."

"Have you asked me?"

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