Azeroth’s Death Track

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The leader of the lost who was bound by chains was thrown roughly on the ladder of the broken roof of the dark temple.

Yrel stepped forward and bowed to Tyrion ahead, she said in a deep voice:

"In your will, Lord Lord, the rats in the sewers have been cleaned up. We have also found hundreds of shards of Qara that have been hidden. After collecting these fragments, the void power of the Dark Temple will gradually dissipate, but This will take time."

"Good job, Yrel."

Tyrion turned his head, looked at the bound prisoner, and looked at the death knight in front of him. He rubbed his chin, and finally, he waved his hand:

"These fragments are useless to stay with me, Yrel, as the former electorate of the Holy Light, you can seduce the dark powers among them, right?"

"It's just a little. In the same way that he once served Naru, the power of the void in Kara Shard can be drawn."

Yrel stretched out her hand, and the fragments of purple-black crystals suspended in her palms. The purple energy flowed between the fingers of the death knight, like a snake with self-will. Soon, they were reinfused into the fragments of crystals. in.

The draenei death knight threw the fragments up and down, and she replied unabashedly:

"But absorbing too much power will make the soul feel the corrosion of the void, and if it is only used briefly for combat, there is no problem at all."

"Good! It seems that these fragments are still useful."

A trace of curiosity flashed in Tyrion's eyes, but in a flash, his fingers jumped:

"Go to Ella, let the idle gnomes stop playing her "adventure" game, and let her find a way to put fragments into your weapons and armor. This is your unique power. You must use it well. it."

"Observe, Lord!"

Yrel nodded, but the next moment, Tyrion's finger hit her broken corner, and the death knight shook his head:

"Call me Tyrion, you forgot again."

"Ah! Yes, Mr. Tyrion."

Yrelton gripped his wrist a bit cautiously, as if he had made a mistake, bowed his head in shame, and the tail flicked behind him with a very high frequency. This emotional death knight still stubbornly retained his previous life. Some habits, such as becoming "shy" after making mistakes, make Tyrion feel very interesting. In his life now, this fun is very rare.

"Then go, leave time for me and Mr. Akama, we have something to talk about."

Yrel quickly left the rooftop, and the atmosphere became low again. The death knight wandered to the bound lost man. Akama stood there without a word. The lost man and him Like the people they lead, their faces are grim and their bodies shrink.

But unlike other cowardly losers, Akama's blue eyes still have a hint of his own persistence, even after being twisted, his will is still sober.

"Archbishop of Bishop Karapo, Akama..."

Tyrion sat on the stone in front of Akama, his hands propped up, looking at the leader of the lost man in front of him, he whispered:

"Can you tell me how you have changed from the tall draenei to the present non-human ghosts and ghosts, and how you survived the battle of Karapo, I am curious."

"It seems that Yrel told you many things."

Akama moved his body, and the chain that bound him clicked in the air. He looked at the death knight in front of him with a gaze, and he asked:

"Before telling my story, I want to ask you more, what did you do to Yrel? The spirit and will of the child, and when she was alive, were two extremes. She used to be so kind... "

"She's dead! Mr. Akama, died in the battle where Karapo fell. Before dying, her faith was shattered, her most admired leader abandoned her, everything she desperately wanted to protect It turned to ashes in front of her eyes... Isn't it necessary for little poor Yrel to change after being reborn?"

Tyrion extended his finger and buckled it on Akama’s chain. The crystal ice quickly covered the entire chain. In the death knight’s fingertips, the strong chain suddenly torn, accompanied by the ice. Destroyed, hitting the ground in the form of debris, the death knight patted Akama's shoulder and said softly:

"Look, what else can you ask a dead person to do?"

"Villen... did he change all this?"

Akama, who was free, moved his wrists, and he murmured the name softly. The meaning was deep, hatred, and regret.

"Okay, tell me your story."

Tyrion interrupted Akama's memory. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the lost leader in front of him. He asked:

"What the **** changed you?"

"It's the red plague... the maliciousness that breeds in this world, the orcs call them "Red Grim Reaper", but I think it may be more because we lost our faith! We lost our will to persevere, Holy Light No longer sheltering us, after the end of the Karabo War, after the orcs left with blood covered, we came out of the sewers hiding, saw the lit city, and saw the ground covered with the power of the void, many Everyone is crazy..."

"The red plague broke out at that time..."

Akama told his past in a calm voice, as if it were not his tragic story, he said softly:

"I tried my best to protect them, but it was useless. The double torture of losing faith and the red plague was more terrible than I thought. Without the Holy Light, we could not fight the void. The entire Shadowmoon Valley was destroyed, and the orcs were everywhere. , We can only continue hiding here... like a nightmare, when we open our eyes, everything changes."

"So, is the void and that kind of plague distorting you?"

Tyrion Mo's chin, but his guess was rejected by Akama.

"No, not all. Void and plague are just an inducement...more is the mind. The draenei are a peculiar race. They are very good at manipulating energy, but they are also easily infected by energy. In our hometown of Argus , The draenei who accepted the evil energy will become the evil Eredar demon, and we, we are just another result of this energy evolution."

"Without the refuge of the Holy Light, our skin becomes slack, and our limbs begin to shrink. Some people cannot maintain clear thinking. They will fall into a panic that loses their refuge, causing the body to start to twist and eventually become a A monster full of tumors all over the body, that is a more tragic ending, they are the lost ones... and we, we call ourselves the broken ones."

Akama looked at his shrunken hands and whispered:

"Not only the body is broken, but also the soul is broken together, the poor man who has lost everything."

"Huh, it sounds terrible."

Tyrion replied dryly, and then asked another question:

"So, the corpses gathered in the Dark Temple were made by you, right? Why should you do this? This is a big project, especially for poor people like you who are beginning to twist."

"We must do this!"

Akama opened his arms and the shabby bishop's robe on his back spread out, he said in a deep voice:

"I have to find something for my people to do. Consolidating the body is a painful process, but it will remind them of those days when they were draenei, so that they will not continue to fall in fear, so that they can retain their feelings. Cherish life, but even so, every year, every year I will personally execute many broken-hearted losers, but this world is so cruel, except for patience, what can we do?"

"I will tell them that every day is a new day, and every day represents a new hope. I will teach them to persevere, and I will teach them to be patient, but this lies!"

Akama's voice became intense:

"This lie! I myself don’t know how long the lie will persist... We have lost our faith, we have lost ourselves, we have lost everything... Sometimes I can’t bear to see my ugly reflection in the water Live to pick up weapons, but every time before cutting my throat, I will think of these poor people who were sheltered by me...I can't give them up."

"Villen and Holy Light both gave up on us, but we can't give up on ourselves..."

"Why don't you go to Velen?"

Tyrion’s mouth curled up, and he said meaningfully: “I believe that with Velen’s good character, he will accept you, even if you have become another kind of creature, maybe he will pray for the Holy Light to heal you guys."

"Asshole! Do you know Velen well?"

Akama had this thought in his heart. He looked at Tyrion angrily, and he asked:

"You haven't seen him at all, everything you know about Delaney is told by Yrel, you don't know what kind of disaster Veren's cowardice brought us! God! I used to return Trust him! I'm blind!"

"He will just run away and run with everyone! When he cannot run away, he will choose to give up, ah, great sacrifice, hell! Why didn't he sacrifice himself!"

"be quiet!"

Tyrion’s fingers were pressed against Akama’s shoulders. At the next moment, the cold wind blew Akama’s body, and his anger was frozen in an instant. At this time, Akama realized Then, what kind of evil guy is in front of me.

"Quiet, my friend... I hate noise!"

The death knight put his finger to his mouth and made a forbidden movement. He stood up and walked around the open space for a few circles. Finally, he looked back at Akama and whispered:

"I can allow you to continue to live in the Temple of Darkness, anyway, you have nowhere to go, and rush you to the current Shadowmoon Valley, that is, let you go to die, but this is not unconditional, I need you for my dark blade Knight Service..."

"Another idiot trying to conquer the dark temple!"

Akama told himself inwardly that he reached out and wiped the frost from his body. He looked at Tyrion and said sarcastically:

"It's all old-fashioned, loyal, loyal...you're not the first to try to conquer the dark temple. Before you, the orcs, crows, ogres, they all sent troops to try to occupy the temple, but guess Guess what happened to them?"

"The dark temple will not succumb! Like us, no one can really conquer it, and there will never be light shining in this dark temple, it will devour you... like it devoured it All that used to be."

"The Greytongue Death Oath will only be loyal to the Dark Temple itself, we will not resist your orders... we can even fight for you, but we will not dedicate our loyalty unless... unless you can truly conquer This temple!"

"Well, you understand something a little wrong, Mr. Akama."

Tyrion dialed his long hair, and said indifferently:

"I don’t need your loyalty. It’s meaningless to the dead. I just want you to serve me and my knight. They want to fight. They can’t let them do chores. Starting today, clean. The palace, the maintenance of weapons, the manufacture of armor, and the maintenance of the magic circle will be left to you and your breakers. I don’t want to see the place where I live as messy as a kennel, do you understand?"

"Of course, you can also find ways to collude with other forces to drive us out. You can try whatever you want. Being ousted can only show us that, but Akama, please remember that every attempt has a price. of!"

Tyrion leaned down and pointed his finger at Akama's heart:

"In fact, turning you into corpses can serve me as well, and it may be more convenient. I don't kill you just because I'm too lazy to do that. Don't think you are alive for granted, and don't wait until you arrive to know how to cherish.

Akama felt a cold force seeping into his body, which made him take a subconscious step back. As he said, before Tyrion, many forces trying to enter the dark temple had failed. But none of them, like the death knight in front of them, is full of unparalleled confidence.

"Tirion, Ner'zhul is here again! He wants to see you!"

Glokush's voice rang in Tyrion's heart, and the Death Knight coughed softly and said to Akama, who was still in place:

"I may have said a bit more, but I believe that a smart person like you should know how to do it... Speaking of which, after losing the protection of the Holy Light, you are really weak."

He flicked his fingers, thinking of Ner'zhul, a flash of light flicked away in his eyes, he looked at Akama, and finally, he said softly:

"Are you interested in learning a new power? Mr. Akama, this will allow you to serve me better. After all, good servants occasionally need to fight. Maybe you can use it as a sewer king. ...The King of the Broken, sounds majestic, doesn't it?"

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