Azeroth’s Death Track

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This is the first time Tyrion has touched another soul with his own soul.

After he became a death knight, the increasing energy of death constantly nourishes his body, and the dark power from the blasphemy mark nourishes his soul all the time, and the completely corrupted holy light relic broke out unimaginable The pure darkness of, while holding the blasphemy mark, the energy of death in Tyrion's body has been expanded to the extreme.

In many cases, he will feel that this body can no longer bear more energy of death, just like a water bottle filled with water, if there are more, it will burst the body, in this case, he must not The increasing death energy is not used to nourish the incomplete soul, which causes Tyrion's soul to become stronger and stronger.

Although at the moment of his death, a part of the soul was permanently left in the abyss of Azeroth, but under the nourishment of darkness, the pain caused by the lack of the soul is being eliminated a little bit. Like a scab on a wound, this would no longer be his fatal wound.

One day, Tyrion is going to retrieve his own soul fragments to make himself complete again, but at least for now, Tyrion is almost effortless in the face of the already frail soul of the draenei woman in front of her. The force of air blowing has invaded the interior of this soul.

In front of the death knight, the light jumped and swept everything. At the moment the light dissipated, in front of him, an illusory battlefield emerged, lifelike shouts, weapon collisions, and the wailing of the wounded. The air inhaled into the nostrils is so scorching, full of **** smell, the vivid sense of life makes the death knight difficult to adapt.

"Is this your most memorable memory?"

The death knight raised his head, and the surrounding tall walls were filled with some gorgeous architectural style, dotted with a variety of crystals and blue energy. Although it has been completely transformed, Tyrion can still distinguish clearly. This should be 10 The dark temple of the year before, the draenei city of Karapo.

In front of the death knight, a woman wearing a white sacrificial robe is screaming and running away, her tail flicking behind her, representing her panic, and behind her, several draenei children are following her Running away, the woman held a golden priest's cane, and behind her were two gruesome orcs with weapons.

"Don't come! Don't come!"

Seeing the chasing soldiers behind him getting closer and closer, the draenei woman turned sharply, clenched the staff with both hands, and guarded a few scared children.

Despite the unstoppable fear in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and called for strength in the face of the fierce orc, and at the next moment, the burning holy light flew out of her palm and pierced like an arrow. The chest of a famous orc.

Between the splashes of blood, another orc was irritated. He roared and rushed towards the panicked woman, who was dying to protect the children behind him. A solid light shield was in front of the woman's eyes, and with the flick of her finger, a squeaky light hammer came down from the sky and smashed the orc's head easily.

This scene made Terion’s eyes pick. From her panic expression, this woman’s combat experience was almost zero, but just the intensity of the Holy Light she wielded, you can see that this Delai A Nepali woman is definitely not a general.

Coupled with this woman's forehead, the pattern of holy light emerging from time to time, her identity is clear.

"You should be a Holy Light voter..."

Tyrion pursed his lips. The voters of the Holy Light are very important roles in the draenei group. This race is more closely connected with the Holy Light than the human Paladin and the Holy Light. They can even be called It is the race of the Holy Light, and among the Draenei, those who are favored by the Light often choose to become priests or sergeants. This is the power system of the Draenei.

The draenei woman in front of her should be a priest apprentice in the Temple of Karapo. Judging from her connection with the Holy Light, she had absolutely no future.

"Sister, we are so scared."

After killing the orc, the woman knelt on the ground weakly, and several children cried at her, and apparently, the sudden invasion of the orc left the draenei unprepared, and Tyrion looked from the perspective of this memory, Outside the Dark Temple, tens of thousands of orcs roared and rushed to the draenei line of defense.

Farther away, Gul'dan and his Shadow Council are using evil spells to summon demons, and those orcs are also driving huge siege weapons, attacking this trapped city in front of them at the moment, burning The red iron ball is flying in the air, and the periphery of the city has become hell.

The staircase of the Temple of Karapo was filled with draenei garrisons wearing crystal-studded armor. These tall warriors wielded warhammers and epee swords and resisted the orcs' attacks like tides.

The draenei are tall, and their strength cannot be underestimated. They do not fall down compared with the orcs. In addition to the large number of priests in the Temple of Karapo, these priests who are skilled in holy light skills constantly heal the sergeant. Their injuries, coupled with the narrow entrance of the Temple of Karapo, for a time, the draenei, relying on the number of disadvantages, actually blocked the orcs' attacks.

On top of them, on the large platform of the Temple of Karapo, an old man of Draenei, wearing red and white embellished robes with white beards and a strong light in his forehead, held a staff in his call Underneath, a shield of Holy Light that enveloped the entire Temple of Karapo was lifted, and the **** fire summoned by the Warlocks hit the shield. The demons were easily purified by the burning Holy Light, and the magic thrown by the Warlocks was only Let this holy light shield ripple.

This white-haired old Draenei was almost alone, and he stopped the wild bombing of the orc warlocks.

"The Prophet is with us..."

Seeing the golden light shield above her head propped up, the weak Draenei woman also seemed to have found some confidence. She stood up and took the children into the upper level of the Temple of Karapo, which was a huge square above. The people who have taken refuge have been gathered.

She stood on the edge of the square, with a trace of worship, and looked at the old man standing on the edge of the square, holding up the light shield. The body that was no longer young was like a wall, blocking all disasters in front of her. As long as he is present, Karapo will not fall.

"Master Velen, praise your kindness."

From the perspective of Tyrion, he could clearly see the power of the Prophet Velen. The old Draenei was almost like the incarnation of the Holy Light. When he inspired the power of the Holy Light, he was like It is a burning sun, enough to purify all darkness.

This is definitely the most powerful mortal creature that Tyrion has seen so far. His grasp of the Holy Light has entered another realm. Compared with him, the Great Knight of the Holy Light is like fireflies and fire. Haoyue's difference.

And the battle in front of me, as the draenei women thought, as long as Velen was still there, the orcs wouldn’t want to break Karapo’s line of defense. In the enchantment of the Holy Light propped up by the Prophet, even the armor of the Vindicator All the lines of the Rune of Holy Light emerged, making them more brave and irresistible.

This is not only a defensive enchantment, but also a strengthened enchantment. In the envelope of the light enchantment, those wardens even launched a wave of counterattacks, and drove out the orcs who climbed the stairs.

Of course, this is because the orcs have not yet drank the blood of the devil, and their strength and violent posture are far less than those of the orcs who invaded Azeroth.

"The Holy Light protects the draenei, Karapo will not fall!"

The prophet’s voice rang in the square, inspiring his people, and in the call of the prophet, the draenei woman, who was the protagonist of memory, also took up her weapon again, and stepped into the front line under the call of the Holy Light On the battlefield, the orc's vanguard is on the verge of collapse.

"We will win!"

Tyrion heard the woman murmur, the death knight shook his head, these draenei were brave enough, but unfortunately, they lost.

"call"

At the moment when the woman stepped into the battlefield, a weird whistling sounded in the sky. As the woman looked up, Tyrion’s perspective also looked into the sky, where a dark light obscured the sun, just like Like a dark star, it suddenly appeared in the sky.

She was terrified, she didn’t know what it was, and deep inside, she felt an incomparable threat, instinctively urging her to run away, it seemed that the next moment, the end would come, she even heard the prophet with a trace of fear cry.

"No! Kara!"

"boom"

The light of darkness descended from the sky. From the perspective of the woman, she saw the prophet withdraw the enchantment and gather all the power of the holy light into a golden beam of light and hit the sky, colliding with the dark beam of light, creating a shock wave. Even the sky was torn apart, and the dark and scary cracks were shining in the sky, and the twisted light made the sky over the unknown gray.

The dark meteor fell immediately after the dark light. The prophet's counterattack failed to break the dark beam of light. In the frightened voice of the draenei, the meteor fell from the sky and smashed into the center of the temple of Karapo.

"boom"

The woman's body was blown up like falling leaves in the wind, spinning hard in the air, and finally hitting the ground like a stone. The pain made her open mouth spurting blood, she looked around in panic, brave The garrison and her colleagues lay in the dark ruins, unaware of life and death, and in the horizon that she had begun to sway, the crazy orcs waved their weapons into the temple ladder.

The woman felt that she had been rudely grabbed from the ground. She desperately resisted. At the next moment, a cold blade pierced her abdomen. She was thrown into the ruins. In the final twist of life, she saw It was the corpses in the ruins. Those children, the children protected by her, like the broken doll, had completely lost their young lives.

"no no!"

Desperate emotions enveloped all the woman’s mind like the tide of darkness. She looked up hard and saw the prophet fled the ruins under the guard of the sergeant. The back of Velen’s departure gave the woman the last hope. It was also shattered. At the moment when the darkness completely overwhelmed the soul, all the emotions in her heart burst out at this moment.

"Villen... liar!"

"Om"

As soon as the picture in front of Tyrion changed, the entire memory became gray, like a black-and-white silent film. He saw the woman standing alone in front of a tombstone. It was the younger woman, with tears in her eyes. , The finger slides on the tombstone.

"Samara, I miss you so much..."

"Do not!"

Tyrion still wanted to continue watching, but the dark energy that he poured into the body filled the weak soul and made her manic, and an invisible thrust pushed Tyrion out of the woman's memory. The death knight opened his eyes and saw the draenei woman sitting up from the sarcophagus.

Her dark red eyes were still shining with fear and hatred before death, that weak incapacity made her very angry, she still kept the habits of her life, trying to breathe, but soon she realized that for the dead In other words, this is a meaningless act.

She raised her hand and subconsciously stroked the wound on her abdomen. Under the effect of death energy, the wound had been slowly repaired. For this sudden resurrection, the draenei woman was clearly still in a state of ignorance. In the state, but in Tyrion's perception, he entered the energy of death in this corpse, and began to rotate autonomously under the instinct.

This made Terion feel surprised at the talent of the woman in front of her. She really deserved to be the former Holy Light electorate. Her manipulation of energy is already comparable to the old death knight like Luminas.

But Tirion had one last question. He reached out and pulled out the female draenei death knight who was not covered by the whole body from the sarcophagus. The latter stood on the ground, staggered, and half kneeled on the ground. Ryan squatted down, raised his finger, and lifted the woman's chin. He looked at the dark red eyes filled with confusion, and he asked in a low voice:

"So, tell me, knight, who the **** are you?"

The memory of the resurrected death knight is chaotic, but because she was resurrected with the help of Tyrion’s death energy, she has a natural sense of dependence on the elven death knight in front of her. This problem makes her eyes blink After a blink, she rubbed her forehead and answered in a hoarse voice.

"I...if I remember correctly, my name is...I am Yrel."

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