Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Om"

In front of the Pantheon, the last golden light, like a butterfly flapping its wings, was scattered on the forehead of Elune, the spirit of the world, imprisoned.

The golden ray of light did not stay or attach, just like the water flowing into the earth, and it was integrated into her body at the moment of contact with the spirit of the world, but it also expressed that Elune lost completely To control his own spirit.

She was like a puppet, maintaining that desolate posture, her eyes fixed on the lord who came towards her, Tyrion’s face did not have much expression, and there was only a calm in his right eye. , Calm as if Elune never knew this person.

She never seemed to really know him.

But those past times...

The first meeting in Silithus, the conversation in Mount Hyjal, the encouragement before the arrival of the big event, the appeasement when the fate is unknown, the protection when the danger comes, those who make her feel at ease Moment...

Are these fake?

Is this all his disguise?

In the eyes of the Titans, Tyrion stood in front of Elune. He looked at her wide-eyed eyes. He relaxed and stretched out his hand to help Elune smooth the scattered silver hair. He said:

"I never abandoned you... as I said, you will never walk alone."

"Then let me go!"

Elune gritted his teeth and said:

"Leave here with me!"

"Do not."

The high lord held out his hand and gently embraced Elune in the arms of the princess. In the drift of the black trench coat, he hugged her and walked to the center of the Pantheon, which had begun to beat the power of arcane Node, into the true fate of Elune, the spirit of the world.

"Because I can't watch you escape, boy."

"This is what you have to go through, a path to greatness and immortality. I said, you will become the most shining goddess among the stars, and you will become the center of the next era...here is the starting point to greatness. "

Tyrion is like an old father who sent his daughter away from home. Wen Sheng said to the spirit of the world:

"This is not a fairy tale."

"This is not a story where you can find the perfect method by relying on love or hope."

"Sagras is the real destroyer among the stars. He came for you. You need strength. If you desire peace and beauty, then you need to protect the beauty of strength."

Tyrion’s persuasion was interrupted by Elune’s scream, and the spirit of the world shouted in an angry voice:

"You're just scared! Tyrion!"

"You are afraid of Sargeras! You use me as your tool! Just as you drive your subordinates!"

"I'm not your subordinate! Tyraine, I treat you as a loved one! I don't want this fate! You have no power...you have no power to decide my future! Asshole, let me go! Let me go!"

Elune's shout was like a heavy hammer, hitting the great lord Gu Jingwubo's soul, but could not shake his thoughts.

Children will always rebel against their parents' arrangements.

They long for freedom, and have unrealistic fantasies about everything that is unknown.

In their eyes, everything in this world can be solved by love and conversation.

They said that the parents have lost their courage and the courage to challenge, and the corners have been polished away by the filthy reality. They laughed at the parents' reality and compromise.

They believe that life should be free and lively, living in white clothes wins snow, and living does not have a touch of smoke.

They believe that they are the protagonists of their own time. They are not willing to be as conservative as their parents. They always feel that the unique temperaments and the corners and angles of their own bodies are the real meaning of their lives, and that is the real. self.

But that's not it!

Life is not a joke, there is no chance to come back, nor is it a beautiful story, just like the mortals of Azeroth, in this turbulent era that lasts for more than ten years, even if it is just alive, it needs to do its best .

Destiny never has a master, and no one will be the real protagonist of destiny. Even in the second era of Azeroth, Anduin. Wrynn, who has the most smooth life in life, has his own troubles and bumps, even The dark Titan Sargeras, powerful enough to surpass the rules of the stars, will also reorganize the Dark Pantheon, because even Sargeras knows...

He, alone, can't handle all this!

"You don't understand yet, boy."

Faced with Elune's rebuttal and sarcasm, Tyrion's expression was calm. He gently placed the spirit of the world in the center of the Pantheon. He took out something from his arms. It was a leaf pendant stained with blood. It was also the last relic left by the Lord Lord on the night he actually died.

He hung it on Elune's neck, he said:

"I watch you grow up every day, boy."

"I can't be your father, but I hope I am..."

"I have shaped the destiny of the world, and I have planned your destiny, no matter how much you hate me, please remember..."

"I will never abandon you."

The high lord looked at Elune with a sorrowful and praying look in his hatred. He relieved his breath and kissed Elune's forehead like an elder. He said:

"From today onwards, we will not meet again."

"Elune, you are not my subordinate, and I have never been afraid of Sargeras, this... this is my last gift to you, this is your adult gift."

"Be brave on your path of destiny, take a big step forward."

"Elune, you are my daughter..."

"You are the daughter of death..."

"You, never walk alone."

After finishing these last words, the Lord Lord turned and left.

The projection of the death star sea came easily in the hall of the Pantheon, and he stepped into it. Under the complex gaze of Elune, the gloomy death covered the final back of the Lord Lord, and then closed in an instant. Like the shadow of a death party, it is like the ashes of all things burning, and finally, it is scattered with the wind.

"I don't know much about him."

The Supreme King Aman Sur stood up, his finger tapped, and the pendant inlaid with the eyes of Aman Sur fell slowly on Elune’s neck. The time of the Titan’s palm shone with time and lightning. Ray, he looked at Elune, he said:

"But I can feel that he is a really good father and a most qualified defender who is more qualified than us."

"Om"

Under the control of Oman Sur, the entire Pantheon became illusory at this moment, as if caught in the time of a hundredfold, or even thousands of times, the growth of the world spirit is a very complicated process. Maturity is not only achieved by simply pouring the soul power of the six Titans into Elune’s spirit body. Such crude infusion will only cause Elune’s very weak mind to collapse in an instant.

The spirits of the Titans chose the safest way. They accelerated the time flow of the Pantheon, allowing Elune’s will to flow during this time, naturally infiltrated by the power of the Titan Spirit.

The growth of the spirit of the world needs to grow together with the world that nurtured her, but the Titans removed the influence of the world. As a fill, they will assume the supplement of the "nutrients" of the spirit in this time stream.

"Don't hate him, Elune."

Life Titan sighed. She placed her hands on the armrest of the throne and closed her eyes slowly. The next moment, a sapling full of life was born under Elune's feet, and then within one hundredth of a second. , Quickly grew to a towering tree, wrapped the spirit of the world in the trunk.

"He, like us, has paid everything for you..."

The platinum disk in Nogannon's hands rose into the air, and the magic continued to flow into the trunk of the tree of life using the disk as a medium, supplementing Elune with magic, and filling her spiritual body little by little. .

"He deserves respect!"

Kazgros, the shaper, placed the hammer of the shaper on the root of the tree of life, and the power of the earth flowed into the root like a tide. The magic filled the spirit of Elune, and the power of the earth, then Strengthen her soul and will.

"He will continue to protect you, just as we did."

Aggramar did not participate in the ceremony to strengthen Elune’s power. The Titan placed the shield of Aggramar in front of her, constantly strengthening the weapon. After Elune matured, she not only needed Tai To fight against Sargeras, Salak also needs the shield of Aggramar to protect himself.

"But you are a Titan star, nourished by stars, he can't be your father in blood, so don't make a mistake, little girl."

Gogonas told a joke that was not funny. The young Titan continued to stick to his tidal stone and poured his power into it. Elune needed not only a weapon, she also needed a magic weapon. To mobilize a huge magic power to fight the fire of Sargeras.

"He is indeed a good father."

The angrily reached out his finger and knocked on the tidestone. He wiped it off strangely and whispered:

"Your feelings are really enviable, oh, at that scene, I just wanted to cry..."

But what about Elune?

The spirit of the world placed in the tree of life dumbly accepted the power from her predecessors. She could feel that the Titans were becoming weak. They sacrificed themselves to win hope for Elune and the stars. This is the greatest. Sacrifice.

But Elune doesn't feel that great...

In her heart, there was only a faint pain.

This is...

Does the child feel sad for the first time?

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"You cry..."

In the lonely castle of the dead world, Ms. Saratas, who returned from the negotiation between Argus and the Ethereals, was surprised to look at the throne of the throne, Tyrion, and there was a drop of tears in the corner of the eyes of the big lord.

This shocked Saratas to heaven.

She never knew that there was such a sentimental side of the horror in front of her that could kill the Titan.

"You actually cry..."

The secretary was surprised, she put down the file in her hand, and circled around the silent, overwhelmed lord in two circles. At this moment, she did not seem to be as old-fashioned and dead as before, but seemed to recover. The posture of the fifth ancient god.

The Lord Lord did not care about her gaze, he was immersed in his own world.

And Saratas reached out carefully, trying to collect the tears from the corner of the big lord, but just before she touched the big lord, a black gloved hand slapped her hard. Finger up.

The **** mother Aurelia walked out of the shadow of the throne without expression. She looked at Saratas. She said:

"Go do your business!"

"Don't spread the news, don't talk nonsense..."

Saratas snorted, but she knew she was still alive now, completely because Aurelia saved her that day, otherwise she might have died with Enzos.

Therefore, Miss Saratas, who has been completely transformed into a dead creature, still has a grateful heart in her heart.

She picked up the papers on the table and finally looked at the high lord, then turned and left.

At the moment when the sound of the collision between Saratas' high-heeled shoes and the ground faded away, the **** mother crouched down and she held her husband's hand. She looked at her husband and looked at the tears on her husband's face. She whispered:

"You always do this... obviously, you don't need to take on everything."

"You are always abusing yourself, can't you, be better for yourself?"

The blood of the blood mistress aroused the big lord from the tumbling self-emotion. He clenched his wife's hand and said:

"I'm just, just doing the right thing..."

"I know, but you can't always do the right thing. They are like thorns. You know that it is correct to remove thorns, but they will sting you, just like you treat the world, treat Elune, you I love them, and no one loves them more than you."

Aurelia put her husband's cold hand on her cheek. She felt her husband's disordered mood. She said:

"You are like iron felts and forging hammers, making them stronger and stronger, so that they have the ability to face all challenges from fate, but you have to bear all this, it is not fair to you, I Tyrion..."

"This world, those feelings, love, hope, and hugs, these are what you deserve."

"It's not just that they can enjoy that era, you are also entitled to appreciate it."

The **** mother stood up, gently hugged her husband's head and put it on her belly. She gently stroked her husband's hair. She hummed a fairy song by Quel'Thalas, which was between her and Thai. When Ryan was young, the two favorite songs, those past times, warm, colorful times, those only belong to the memories between her and Tyraine, those stories, those precious pasts .

Aurelia looked at the man in her arms. She knew that this man was not the person she should have sought in her original destiny. The man did not belong to this world. It could even be said that Tyrion destroyed Aurelia. It should have been a more magnificent life, but he gave Aurelia another life.

The **** mother did not bother with those in the accident world. She never regretted meeting Tyrion. Now, she just wants her husband to take a good rest in her arms.

He has...worked too long.

Tyrion felt the love of his wife, he was like a greedy person, greedy of this unreserved love, his finger flicked, the darkness from the death star sea would completely cover this hall, he did not want to let Others disturbed him and his wife in a quiet meeting. At the moment when everything fell into warmth and darkness, the high lord closed his eyes, with a stubborn and distressing tone, he said:

"I don't care, those pains."

"Because I know, I have been doing..."

"The right thing..."

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