Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the lonely castle in the dead world, Tyrion sits in a chair by the fireplace, while his wife Aurelia leans in his arms, and there are no open-eyed people to disturb the tender scene and stay outside the castle Wings of Death will not let others disturb the lord.

The flame in the fireplace is beating, and the warm light is sprinkled on the Lord Lord and the Mother Blood. The flame temperature in the dead world is lower than in this world, but as the rules of this world become more and more complete, these slight differences will soon be To make up, when the world rules are truly perfect, the dead world will be completely independent of Azeroth and become a truly different world.

And every day, the clouds over the sky of the dead world are spreading out, and the stars of the dead world are shining like this world. After Xiao Yuna replaced the dying dead world phantom as the node of the dead world and the star sea of ​​death, this has been free from The world outside the Death Star Sea has finally merged into this special group of stars.

It is the reflection of the stars in the present world. Starting from the dead world, it can enter any real world, as long as there is death in that world... There are more star points in this group of stars than in the present world.

"Does she really want it?"

Tyrion fiddled with his long hair, and a tinge of light yellow floated in the palm of his other hand, shining in that light as if it were a scepter.

This is the power of the earth. The Titans gave the original Nesario, making the Black Dragon King the guardian of Azeroth, and at the moment when the wings of death became the wings of death, this Titan’s power also It was stripped from it by the lord, because the Titan was dead, this authority will not be recovered, and it is always activated.

In other words, as long as the Lord Lord finds a shaman with enough potential and can communicate with the earth, talk about this stuff into his or her body, that shaman can become the second guardian of the earth, provided that he Words that can withstand the pain of tearing the body and soul by the force of the earth.

The Lord Lord originally intended to give this baby to his baby daughter.

But now it seems that Miss Dornan seems unwilling to accept the gift of the old father.

"Dornan doesn't want it."

Aurelia closed her eyes and buried her head in her husband's chest. Her hands wrapped around her husband's slim waist. It seemed that she was going to hold it forever and never let go.

"Dornnan said she didn't want to be trapped in the world of Azeroth forever. She also wanted to travel among the stars, see different worlds and civilizations, and see the scenery among the stars. She said that since her father could not return to this world , Then she will replace her father and explore the stars..."

"This kid really talks..."

The Lord Lord smiled. He stroked his wife's pointed ears. He said:

"I was touched by what I said, but in fact, she was simply afraid of the pain, right?"

"It really can't hide you."

There was also a smile on the face of the blood maid, and she sighed:

"We are too spoiled for children, and even a little bit of pain will be afraid, and I don't know if it is an illusion. I always feel that these few children have hidden things from us recently...especially Yuna, I I haven't seen her for several days."

"Let them go."

The lord closed his eyes, and in the closed darkness, countless golden and pale lines reflected in his spirit. It was the confluence of the entire group of dead stars and the present world stars, containing endless life and death. The intertwinedness is like a mess.

He has truly become death and is the manifestation of the power of death of these stars. It is difficult to say that the current Tyrion is not a real life, but he still retains his consciousness. After solving the last trouble, he We must start to deal with the mess of life and death in front of us, because the crazy slaughter of the Burning Legion has caused a terrible deflection in the life and death cycle of the stars.

If the stars still want to continue to exist, the cycle of life and death must be maintained.

This shows that at least for the next few thousands of years, Tyrion will not have much leisure time.

"Children deserve a happy life... Those that are too heavy, let us bear it."

The lord rested his head on his wife’s hair, and his finger touched the authority of the earth suspended in front of him. He said:

"But I have to find a home for this stuff... The Stone Mother Therazan, the Wind Rider Orakir and the Flame Demon Ragnaros, these stubborn elemental masters have closed their elemental planes, They seem to be preparing to go dark with the Dark Titan."

"We have to find a shaman with a sense of responsibility, a big picture, and the ability to fear the elemental war...and so on, I thought of someone who should be able to."

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On the red earth, Durotar, the dark hands scattered the warm light of the day, and in the alternation of the bright moon and the sun, another night fell on this quiet earth.

The refurbishment of Orgrim, the orc city, has been completed. This city, originally built of masonry, wood and fur, has been completely transformed.

The heavy metals were reshaped by the shamans with the power of the elements, and then covered with the original masonry structure, making the city look like it was casted by black steel. These metals came from the crash in Duro Tal’s Devil Starship is very sturdy. It took a long time for the shamans to find a way to reshape them.

On the entire steel-like city building, the shamans also created clan-like spikes and patterns, making Orgrimmar look full of iron and fire. The city’s defensive ability It has also been almost pushed to the limit. Chief Chief Thrall also took advantage of the city's opportunity to renovate and set aside the troll area and tauren area for the new city to attract other two peoples to live here.

Recently, the chieftain has been discussing with the tauren and troll leaders about the establishment of a large tribe, and because of the looming threat of the empire, the chance of success in this matter is great. In the foreseeable future, Kalimdor’s The second superpower is also likely to be established with Orgrimmar as the leader.

At this moment of night, Chief Thrall is walking in the city. The new generation of crystal lamps produced by Storm Kingdom are installed on both sides of the city's roads, just like street lamps, illuminating the city in the night. However, in that shining light, Thrall's expression was not easy. A few days ago, as the leader of the orc civilization, he voted to decide the world's destiny in the secret chamber of Silithus' heart.

He chose to fight. Like all other leaders, he could not wait for the end, but it was easy to vote, but it was difficult to do things. The spirit of the world wanted the Alliance of Civilizations to enter the world of Argus, but how to operate, the spirit of the world did not intervene. This has caused differences among civilizations. The most important thing for an army to win a war is to have a good commander, but the problem is...

A coalition of the whole world, who will be the commander? Who has that qualification?

Thrall can anticipate that this question is still noisy.

Another issue that annoys Thrall is that Dranosh’s cousin, the only daughter of the orc’s most senior Warlord Brocks Saurfang, Sola Saurfar, boldly asked yesterday He shows love...but Thrall, how to say, he has no plans to find a lover, or his special experience determines that although he is an orc appearance and orc blood, but his aesthetic view may be more biased Some humans.

It's not that he hates Sola. He doesn't hate this distinct female warrior, but if you want to talk about affection and affection, then there is indeed some distance.

But he couldn't refuse Sola bluntly, and this matter is also related to a long-standing doubt in Thrall's heart. That is a question of his identity. Is he a real orc or a human soul? Orc?

At least until this doubt in his heart is resolved, it is difficult for Thrall to really make up his mind to fall in love with a female orc...

These two pieces wrapped around Thrall's heart, making this always wise shaman a bit struggling. He was immersed in his thinking, and he didn't find the strange mist rising slowly around him. When Thrall reacted, he Has walked into a place surrounded by mist.

Surrounded by fog and shadows, it was impossible to see clearly what was going on outside. Thrall didn’t even know that he was still in the current world of Azeroth, but as a powerful shaman and once Gladiator, Thrall's mental quality is very good. He took off the hammer of destruction behind his backhand, and a ray of blue lightning was beating on this hammer.

Among the current leaders of Azeroth, although Thrall is low-key, his strength is the pinch of the top, especially at the moment when Azeroth's elemental territory and the present world are opened. The extremely talented shaman, alone, can set off a tsunami that floods a city, or a thunder and lightning from the sky.

He was not afraid of challenges, but the scene in front of him seemed extremely strange.

"Come out! No matter who you are!"

Thrall shouted in the mist. He called for the force of the wind and tried to blow away the mist. The wind force did affect him, but there was no wind in the mist, as if it were no longer in this world. The same.

"Saar, stop struggling...the elements can't help you here."

A low voice sounded in the mist, and Thrall raised his head sharply, and saw a strange knight wearing black heavy armor, wearing a full-face helmet, and carrying a broken heavy sword. Going out slowly, under the heavy helmet, there were a pair of calm and dead eyes.

Behind Thrall, a white-haired female swordsman wearing a white war skirt and white thorn helmet and covered with cold frost was also carrying a icy sword, blocking Thrall's backward path.

On his side, a wandering swordsman with a demon wings, a brave bone sword, a twisted helmet, and a gorgeous, corrupt red armor leaned against the mist, sending out waves of heart from time to time. Mao's sneer.

Thrall looked backwards. Facing these three weird swordsmen, he did not rush into the offensive, because although the three of them played evil, they did not carry hostility... there is no hostility, Thrall can feel To.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Where is this?"

Thrall asked three questions, and the three swordsmen of different forms answered him one by one without any reservation.

"We are the spirit serving the dead monarch... we are the messengers of Lord Terion."

"Master Terion wants to see you, he will give you a gift you can't imagine and a glorious mission."

"Here, this is the place where this world meets death. The place you want to go is the place where the living can't set foot. You must lose your flesh and blood, and go to see the monarch of death in the state of soul."

After hearing that this was Tyrion’s call, Thrall relieved his breath. He dropped the Warhammer. He knew that he was powerless to reject the call of the dead monarch, and most importantly, Tyrion’s act of saving the world. It has been proved that the one who looks like a big devil exists on the side of world civilization.

He may not be a friend, but he is not an enemy.

Thrall carried the Warhammer behind him. He nodded to the black heavy helmet soldier in front of him. He said:

"I will follow you..."

"Well, the right choice."

The swordsman with a broken epee nodded with satisfaction. He turned around and walked into the mist. The mist obediently gave him a way, and behind him, in the white female swordsman and the demon swordsman Under the **** of Thrall, Thrall's soul smoothly separated from the body and stepped into the mist.

On the road to the dead world, Thrall observed the unimaginable land of this life, and asked:

"I have also collected rumors about Lord Tyraon, but in those rumors, it seems that there are no three of you swordsmen... who are you? I feel that you do not seem to be ordinary life."

This question made the red armor soldiers who were guarding the side of Thrall's soul with back demon wings give a slightly deeper laugh. He answered in a hazy, hoarse voice:

"My name is Tianqi."

"This iceberg beauty is called Frostmourne, you can call her "frost."

"The silent cool guy in front, he is called the Ashbringer, and he likes to be called the "Lord of Ashes" by others...now, do you understand?"

"You guys! You are the three weapons of the Lord Lord Tyrion... unimaginable."

Salton's eyes widened. The shaman carefully observed the three swordsmen. He said:

"I've never heard of any spells that might make a weapon into this form, even the most top-level spirits... how can he do it?"

"Adults are the masters of all souls. We are weapons but also have souls. In the gathering and restoration of pure death, we have gained a body of freedom. Isn't this a normal thing?"

Iceberg Beauty Frost, also known as Frostmourne, lowered her head and looked at Thrall with that cold sight. She whispered:

"If you continue to be strong, if you go all the way up the soul, and then break through the limits, then in the end, your hammer of destruction will also have the same form as us... this is the fate of all legendary weapons, The real, final destination."

At the moment when Frost's Voice fell, the ashes of the swordsman walking in the front stopped and he turned sideways to make way for Thrall. Before Thrall's eyes, the mist suddenly dissipated and a lonely castle appeared Too.

"Go, Thrall."

"Master Tyrion, waiting for you."

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