Azeroth’s Death Track

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Sargeras Scepter, this is a dangerous weapon, and it is obvious from its name that anything related to the Dark Titan may not be accurately described as "dangerous".

But seriously, for the extremely powerful dark Titan, he may not use this scepter as a weapon. When he ordered the Eredar Warlock to make this weapon for him, he actually just used it. Used as a convenient portal.

The only time this scepter was used was that before 828, Sargeras’ soul and power avatar took advantage of this scepter’s unparalleled spatial qualities, forcibly shattering the barrier of space, and appeared in Azeroth, And through a perfect "performance", let his dark soul lurking in the mind of the guardian Aegwynn, and through the method of occupation, let his own soul become a part of the soul of the next born Medivh.

It can be said that the opening of the Dark Portal and the orc invasion are just a game when the Dark Titan is idle, 800 years, for him, it is just a flick of the finger.

"What makes this scepter really powerful is that as long as it can form a stable connection with a certain world, it can easily weaken the integrity of the two worlds and make them more prone to collapse!"

Blood Mage Sever held a black scepter in his hands, which was decorated with strong Nasrezmian wings and a purple gemstone suspended on the top of the staff. It looked corrupt and evil. It is said that this represents the dark Titan's conjecture of Azeroth's star soul and a certain belief in possession.

Because of the blood draw, the old skin of Severn became much younger. His eyes were redder, but the gleaming light was more hazy. With the help of Otham, the two Masters of Rhineland turned Sargeras Scepter Inserted into a circle just carved.

From here, you can almost see the huge dark gate, the dark green, storm-like energy gate, and there are fully armed orcs back and forth from it every moment, the thing is nearly 20 meters high, 15 wide, that is a gate linking two worlds.

This magic circle is a charged magic circle, which is used to provide energy to the Sargeras scepter. This scepter is sealed with a portal to countless worlds. It does not need the assistance of a specific spatial magic circle, as long as there is With enough energy, it can tear the space, and it is not difficult to create a dark door.

"It's ready, Mr. Tyrion."

Seven asked in the spiritual link: "What should I do now?"

"Wait!"

Tyrion replied a very simple word, located on the burning plain, watching the bronze dragon with three claws dancing closer and closer to him, the death knight clenched his fists and whispered:

"You may be able to bet, Mr. Medivh, you can bet! Maybe my subordinates will not manipulate it? Maybe they don't know which world the link to the Sargeras Scepter is activated...maybe They and I don’t know the coordinates of the devil star Marton."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed:

"Maybe they and I don't know where the Burning Legion's base camp is...yeah, what is that base camp world called? Argus, right?"

"How do you know that name?"

Medivh's voice became hoarse, and Tyrion shrugged:

"I don't only know about Argus, I also know that there are many doomsday worlds full of demons, each of which is entrenched in a huge amount of demons, such as Xornos, such as Len Kona, and then Nasresa. .. You see, we can bet on one, one out of five or one out of ten. I think our luck should not be so bad."

Medivh did not answer. The death knight glanced at the bronze dragon in the sky, which was less than 1,000 meters away from him. He coughed lightly and comforted:

"Don’t be so pessimistic, Mr. Medivh, maybe we will fail. You see, that ghost place is so close to the Dark Portal. Once it fails, it will undoubtedly link to the Dark Portal. At that time, it will be like a super bomb. ..."

"BOOM!"

Tyrion uttered an onomatopoeia, his finger moved:

"At most, one third of the continents will die out. This is nothing for the whole world. After all, the remaining continents and countries are enough for you to save... You see, think about the benefits, in fact, the fewer people, The easier it is to save."

"You won't do this!"

Medivh's voice was extremely dry: "As long as the Scepter of Sargeras is activated, you will be noticed by the dark Titan..."

"Look at what you said, it makes people laugh! Medivh, I'm dying! Do you think I still care about this?"

Tyrion’s voice became violent:

"Would you like me to remind you that you are playing a game that you are not good at with a dead maniac, Medivh, I have died once, and you have died once, and you think people like us will be afraid of again Are you dead?"

"You don't have enough energy to start it!"

Medivh shouted:

"You are just bluffing! Death in the Burning Plains, Tyrion, your death is a good thing for anyone, even for yourself! You have been destroyed by death, from body to soul, you Has been transformed into an outright monster!"

"Ha! Then let's play!"

The death knight closed his eyes, his fingers pressed against the back of the magic sword hilt, and in the sky in front of him, the yellow light curtain around the three bronze dragons was beating, just like some kind of summoning magic. In a second, three bronze dragons appeared beside them, and they looked almost exactly like them.

The reason why the bronze dragons are terrifying is because these freaks who master the power of time can summon their past and future self to help fight. Even if you kill them at this time, they can continue to live in the past.. . Unless you destroy the entire huge timeline network, otherwise you can not really kill a bronze dragon.

They are almost immortal!

"Seven! Start it! Let's gamble on luck!"

The two blood mage near the Dark Portal glanced at each other, Otham carefully took out a delicate wooden box from the eye ring, and at the same time that the wooden box was opened, the six heads above Tyrion’s head Bronze dragons spurted the time like breathing yellow sand towards the death knight.

All materials that come into contact with this dragon's breath, even masonry and gravel, will be weathered at a rate hundreds of times its own flow rate.

Time... is a highly toxic!

"Charging with Sargeras' eyes, you are really well prepared, Tyrion! I...really underestimate you!"

"Uh"

In Medivh's deep voice, the breath of time that was about to contaminate Terion's body quickly returned to the six bronze dragon mouths in a posture of time reversal, while the death knight stood on the spot, just like watching A reverse movie.

At that time, the light dragon retreated quickly and disappeared into the time vortex when they came. Soon, even the three counterclockwise time vortices disappeared.

However, this time reversal was aimed at the Bronze Dragon. The other scenes did not change. This scene made Tyrion clenched his fists, and he felt a familiar taste from this strange incident.

"Directly interfere with the timeline? I remember you are not good at long magic, Medivh, what do you do this with?"

The death knight who escaped from the dead sat on the ground. Although the body of the dead will not feel tired, the experience of life and death is a very big match for the soul. If he can breathe, it is estimated that it is already big at this time. Panting.

In the face of Tyrion's question, Medivh just calmly replied:

"There are many undiscovered secrets in this world, there are some places that are not affected by the timeline... Give me the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras, you can go to Draenor !"

"As long as I'm still a day, you don't want to come back!"

"Then you may have to work harder for a while, Medivh."

Tyrion shrugged, instructed his companions in a spiritual link, and then said to Medivh:

"When we pass through the Dark Portal, the scepter will naturally be handed over to you! But I still use the Eye of Sargeras..."

"You must give me both!"

Medivh couldn't make a move, and the death knight who re-mounted the war horse snorted:

"I warn you, Mr. Medivh, if you challenge my bottom line again, you don’t want anything! Think about the distance of my subordinates from the Dark Portal. Don’t try to catch them with teleportation. It’s no big deal to me. Dead here, they will continue to advance my plan in another world, and may be even crazier. Is this really the ending you want?"

"You are an excellent mage, I think you should understand the meaning of the word "moderation" and give you the scepter. It is already my great goodwill, especially if you almost killed me. Don’t you feel ashamed, Medivh?

Medivh's voice rang again after a long time:

"Come on for yourself, Tyrion."

The mage's voice completely disappeared, and the death knight's eyes suddenly jumped. If he still has the function of sweating, I am afraid that his shirt is soaked.

If Medivh’s heart can be a little more ruthless, Tyrion will definitely die today...he does know the names of the worlds occupied by demons and has been to those worlds, but... he is not an arcane master, he It is impossible to describe the positions of those worlds with precise void coordinates, that is to say, the series of threats just now are just bluffing.

Thank goodness, Medivh is not a true prophet. His predictions for the future are based on Karazhan's future clips. If he is facing the draenei prophet Velen, Tyrion will never use this This kind of bluff, but with Velen's character, it is estimated that the death knight will not encounter such unplanned risks.

"Glokush, how are you?"

Tyrion asked in a low voice, a moment later, the angry voice of the orc death knight came:

"Aegwynn and her concubine imprisoned me! Damn! The necromancer almost killed me. What happened?"

"Just hide the skin with the tiger, and everyone is safe."

Tyrion took the horse by the bridle and moved quickly in the dark. He said in a deep voice:

"Go to the Dark Portal, Glokus, I will rush past as fast as possible!"

An hour later, at the entrance to the road leaving the Burning Plains, Tyrion stopped the horse reins of the warhorse. On the mountain road in front of him, some uninvited, fully armed "guests" stood in front of his warhorse.

Those were a dozen dark guys, who could hardly see their outlines in the dark, only their dark red eyes, and their eccentric height, and the snarling and rude roar.

"Dark Iron Dwarf?"

Tyrion froze for a moment. He looked at these muscular short men. He asked in a hoarse voice:

"Are you blocking my way, do you want to experience the feeling of death?"

As he spoke, Tyrion's fingers were held on the hilt behind his back, and as the sword drew crosswise, a black iron dwarf in a robe stepped forward, and he shook his hands with his hands, breaking the gong in the dark with an unpleasant sound Shouted:

"Wait! Death knight! We are not here to fight you! We are from the Thorium Brotherhood, a group of peace-loving black iron dwarves! My name is Hansel. Heavy fist, we very, very much need the same in your hand thing!"

"Ha! Love peace?"

The death knight almost laughed, and his ice-blue eyes rolled around. After a while, he took the horse by the bridle, and Shen Sheng said:

"The word "Dark Iron Dwarf" is almost ridiculous, and the Thorium Brotherhood... If I remember correctly, it is an organization that betrayed the race. Let's be honest, Mr. Peace Hansel , I’m curious, what do you want from me?"

"The most important thing is, what can I get?"

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