Azeroth’s Death Track

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Anduin Losa was rescued by the weird guy, and the decapitation of Chief Orgrim was declared a failure. Although the tribe was still unyieldingly resisting the Alliance’s offensive, but in Uther and Tirion Fording. After the army defeated the shaman phalanx of the rear line of defense, the route of the tribe's retreat had been blocked.

The riots in the Alliance camp have been restored after the Blackstone Orcs retreated. The reinforcements in the rear have continuously poured into the battlefield. The soldiers of the tribe have been divided. Orgrim himself has been trapped by the Union generals. On the battlefield.

With the killing of the Kokkaron orcs one by one, although each orc is desperately fighting back, the Horde's failure is near.

On a hillside not far from the main battlefield, the bodies of soldiers who died in battle were everywhere, and those orc warriors fell on the battlefield. This is a land covered by death, and on this land In order to rescue the kidnapped Marshal Lotsa, the Grand Knight Turalyon and his Paladins also encountered a fatal crisis.

"puff"

The sound of the armor breaking and the pain of tearing flesh and blood made Turalyon's struggles reach their extreme point at this moment. The death knight let go of his fingers, and the body of the paladin wrapped in light fell to his feet.

The holy light was so hot that Terion’s body seemed to be burning in the fire,

He looked down at Turalyon’s angry eyes, and the expression in those eyes was burning like flames, but even then, he could still see the fear of the big knight from him, seeing his disintegrating firmness, seeing him The will to be destroyed bit by bit is like the fire of the holy light that never burns out.

But at this moment, the flame that was supposed to illuminate the darkness of the road ahead was about to be forcibly extinguished.

"There is really no hatred between us."

The death knight tilted his head, he squatted down, reached out and wiped the blood on his face for the paladin. Although the scorching holy light burned his fingers frantically, it did not make Tyrion flinch. In the darkness where flesh and blood flew like gravel, he whispered:

"There is no misunderstanding, I could have let you go, but I don’t want to do this, Turalyon, I hate you! Because of the things you will do in the future...oh, you don’t understand, Right?"

He stood up, rubbing his boots on the paladin's body, and raised the magic sword in his hand again.

He gave a weird chuckle, like someone who was afraid of waking up and sleeping, he lowered his voice:

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to understand, you just need to know that your death is not for me... quiet death, Turalyon, the world will be different, just from tonight, from you 'S death begins..."

"puff"

The blade pierced the Paladin's abdomen again, and this time, Turalyon finally screamed.

And this scream made Terion feel a twisted comfort...

"Eat, eat, I know you are hungry."

The death knight patted the apocalypse's hilt, and the magic sword pierced into the flesh began to bite the paladin's soul.

"The Holy Light may protect your body, but it cannot protect your soul."

Just at the moment when the death knight ended his murder, a cold light illuminated behind him, and the **** wound was scattered with flesh and blood. This attack was so tragic that he directly cut his back and even saw his chest, That should be the location of the heart, but nothing but flesh and blood.

In the hands of Master Assassin, the staggered daggers can easily create such scars, and this pain is enough to make any living person feel desperate. In the past 10 years, Mathias Shore used this method As a result, many crimes deserve it or are innocent people.

But it is a pity that this time he is not facing an enemy who will be crushed by pain.

"monster!"

Matthias Shore made a fatal blow, and his body immediately turned to the other side, trying to jump back into the darkness.

But unexpectedly, after receiving such a fatal injury, Tyrion seemed to be okay. He turned lightly, and the dark red energy of death surged out of his palm, just before Shore disappeared, Appeared from under his feet, like an invisible hand, buckled on his neck.

"Damn it!"

Shore’s wounded body was hung in the air by strangling death. Tyrion’s cold fingers were on his chest. At the next moment, blood was drawn from Shore’s body like a long snake. A bit covered the scar on the death knight's chest.

"What was that just now? Is it a dagger?"

Tyrion tilted his head and looked at Shore who was twitching in the air. He said softly:

"Are you going to kill me this way? Assassin..."

Seeing Shore's increasingly pale face and unrelenting killing in his eyes, the death knight shrugged:

"Very well, although my assassins are enough, they are very disobedient...you! You may become a very good scout after you die."

"Look!"

The death knight stretched out his finger and made a forbidden motion in his mouth. It was like chatting. The cold frost formed a sharp ice knife in his hand. He said softly to the imprisoned guy:

"It won't hurt very much, just a gentle stroke, it won't even bleed too much blood, just like this..."

"Uh"

The sharp blade waved down, the death energy wrapped around the ice knife jumped frantically, and Tyrion’s eyes brightened. Although he had been suppressing his inner desire for destruction, every time he saw the scene of blood flying, it would make him feel from the heart. Feeling a weird satisfaction.

He began to like the touch of cutting the skin with this sharp blade, the blood spewing out of the blood vessels.

"puff"

The flying blood was rippling in the air, and a certain light was shining in the night. Tyrion extended his fingers. The warm blood fell on his fingertips. He placed it under his nostrils and sniffed it. That **** sweetness The smell of his made his throat twitch, but in the end, he threw the blood at his fingertips on the ground and looked back at the paladin, who was completely dead.

He chuckled, grabbed the Apocalypse, and planned to leave.

"It's just as greedy as your brother, but it eats the soul and can accumulate an invincible legion for the sword bearer. You just want to eat them..."

Tyrion snorted dissatisfiedly, and at the moment when he took his steps, the yellow light suddenly lit up in the sky behind him, like the clock's swing shining.

This made the death knight's face completely ugly.

"Are you going to throw away everything you have used? Mr. Medivh, this is your guarantee? The acting should also perform a full set, which is too irresponsible?"

Medivh's hoarse voice sounded inside the death knight, and the voice was full of undisguised anger:

"You did too much! Terion. Blade of Dawn... Your wanton anger irritated the bronze dragon guarding this timeline. Now, come back soon! It's here to catch you!"

"I knew it would happen like this. I was involved in the life and death of Lothar. No, no, no. When dealing with you cunning **** masters, I knew..."

The death knight glanced at Turalyon under his feet. The last hope in the paladin’s eyes had been extinguished. His soul had been swallowed by the magic sword. There was no possibility of resurrection. Tyrion turned and rushed out of this piece. On the hillside shrouded in death, while running, he whispered:

"Let's be honest, the Bronze Dragon appeared as soon as I sent Lothar away, Mr. Medivh, this should not be an accident, right?"

Faced with this question, Medivh did not answer directly. After a while, his voice sounded again:

"Lossa has been safely sent to the upwind path, Tyrion, you have done what you should do, although there are still some things you should not do, in short, crush the spar in your hand and return to the Master Tower, here you It’s safe!"

"Is this thing?"

Tyrion's finger flicked and a purple spar appeared in the palm of his hand. He tossed it up and down and tossed it aside.

"My mother has taught me a lot, Medivh, the one I remember most clearly is: Never take the enemy to arrange for you..."

The death knight glanced back at the clock that swayed in the sky like a counterclockwise light, which was a sign that the bronze dragon was coming.

He put the magic sword back into the scabbard with his backhand, his wrist turned up, and the dark red energy of death rushed beneath the ground. A few seconds later, a dead warhorse stood up and walked to Tyrion.

"The cooperation between us is over, Master Xingjie, I know what you want to do, and I know what you will do, and I even know that we were not all the way from the beginning."

The death knight pulled the horse rein and turned his horse, and soon rushed into a chaotic battlefield. Seeing that there was another battlefield between humans and orcs in the front, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the magic sword with his backhand. The huge death energy was injected. In the sword body, in the hiss of the apocalypse, where Tyrian went, those dead bodies stood up one after another.

Losing arms, losing heads, and even being incomplete, Alliance warriors, tribe orcs, and scorched earth covered with corpses are full of power that Tyrion can use.

Their bodies were twisted, and only one body was left after losing their souls. Under the injection, manipulation, and command of darker power, these bodies stood up tremblingly, gathered behind the death knight, and quickly, in his longitudinal direction Where the horse rushed, a dead and twisted legion appeared.

This is not the undead awakened by Tyraine, but the power of the magic sword apocalypse. Although compared with its brother, the evil magic sword frost sorrow, the apocalypse is not a strategic weapon, but the two swords are the same. The sources, when cast out in the darkness of the twisted void, all possess the power to awaken the dead.

The difference is that Frostmourne, which is heavier than the soul, can easily form a dead legion that is completely bound by thinking, and the apocalypse does not have this ability to control the soul for a long time, it is more tactical, and its power is more powerful than Frost. Sorrow is stronger, but the dead who are awakened by it will soon die again.

In the final analysis, the apocalypse is reckless, it will not dedicate all its strength to the sword bearer, but its brother Frostmourne is gentle, and it will form a symbiosis of strength with the sword bearer.

"In the final analysis, it's just to get what you need."

"Break through them! Break them up!"

Under the command of Tyraine, wherever the apocalyptic sword blade pointed, no matter whether it is a human, orc, or elf, dwarf, all the creatures that block the road have become the targets of the attack of the walking dead, there is no regulation , No plan, no strategy, a brain rushed up and dispersed them!

In the roar and bite of the corpses, in the screams and concessions of the living people, the small battlefield of the melee quickly separated a road, just like the avenue of skeletons specially prepared for the honorable king, and the low roar of the corpses In the middle, the death knight pulled the horse rein, and in the sway of his broken dark cloak, he quickly rushed out of the land shrouded in despair.

"What another hope for the future! You are really painstaking, Mr. Medivh."

The death knight taunted:

"But fortunately, just like you, I have left a hand."

"Don't judge us with your bad thinking, Tyrion, we are on the side of justice!"

Medivh's voice became calm, and he was trying to persuade Tyrion to return to Karazhan:

"Listen to me, we are friends and partners of cooperation, and we will help each other!"

"It's your world, your justice, Medivh, this is not mine! You want to save people, but you don't want to kill..."

Tyrion did not appreciate it. In the Mercedes of the dead horse, he glanced back at the battlefield in the rear. Outside the dark sky, the yellow light of time had begun to shine fast. Perhaps the next moment, a dozen angry bronzes The dragon will rush out of the aura and tear him into pieces.

Dancing on this blade of destruction that will come at any time, gives the dead knight a long-lost feeling in his heart. Perhaps, this is called "freedom"?

"Are you trying to play tricks in front of a real prophet? Medivh, you see, what I will do to you in the future, your person, your character, your means, everything you do, I even compare You know better!"

Tyrion raised his head, his gray hair fluttering in the wind, and his dark blue eyes shone dimly.

"Let me go back to Karazhan so that you can reclaim the dangerous magic sword apocalypse! Or even more so let me die who caused all this, I saved Lothar, and I murdered them, the bronze dragons killed If you drop me, the timeline will return to normal. You have never intervened in this matter, so no one will doubt you!"

The Death Knight smiled back and forth, seemingly to hear the most interesting joke, and when he looked up, why was there a smile in his eyes?

"No matter which way I go, I’m just a chess piece used by the great astral mage to save my companion. Now that my companion has been rescued, I have no value... What is worthless, do you still have Christmas? ?"

"Tirion, you!"

Medivh sounded again with a trace of consternation, and was interrupted directly by impatient Tyrion:

"enough!"

"You think that tinkering in the timeline will save your world, your desire for salvation and atonement becomes your weakness, and you will be applauded by real enemies! Medivh, you are a lesson, teach I don’t want to be as stupid and stubborn as you!"

The death knight who was running in the dark smiled freely, and his voice became extremely cold:

"You don't understand at all! The future you want to protect has no value at all! I want to destroy it, and then let everything come back! And I also know that you will help me leave this mortal place, I know this very well a little."

"Why? Why should I help you? Tyrion?"

Medivh's voice suddenly became very calm, and Tyrion could even guess the expression of the shadow of Medivh in Karazanli:

"Since you have guessed everything, then you should know that I will not allow you to live, your existence is a threat to this world! I think, the bronze dragon will not allow the waves of time to become more and more chaotic."

"No! Medivh, believe me, you will!"

Behind Tyrion, the three huge adult bronze dragons have traversed the rift of time. At the moment they appeared, they locked their eyes on the death knight who had fled the battlefield. This dangerous behemoth roared towards Tyrion. Over here.

The death knight tightened the horse rein and looked back directly at the three bronze dragons that threw themselves down in the sky. In the roar of the dragon, his hair was blown back, but the expression on his face was very calm and seemed determined. Medivh will help him, he said softly:

"My friend, why not look at the dark door at this time?"

"What I want to say is that if I die, half of the world you want to redeem may be buried with me... but seriously, you can gamble! Maybe my subordinates will not manipulate it. ?"

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