Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tyrion does not know that in another world that has been isolated, there is a beautiful girl who is missing his head. In fact, even if he knows it, he certainly will not care too much.

The Dark Portal has been closed. In such cases, the Bronze Dragon has no way to enter Draenor’s timeline unless it has some rare items, and it is particularly important that it changes rashly without permission. The timeline of another world, in the bronze dragon group, is the criminal behavior in the eyes.

In summary, at least until the Dark Portal opens next time, Tyrion can temporarily put aside the troubles of the Time Guardian.

But this does not mean that he will turn a blind eye to the dangers that exist. Perhaps, he will set a clever trap and wait for the unwilling lady to take the initiative to come to the door?

It was night, Tyrion walked alone in the hallway of the dark temple. He was not wearing heavy armor, but wearing a dark elven robe, looking like a handsome young man while still alive.

On his way forward, the subordinate death knights guarding the temple shook their heads in tribute, and then quietly left here under the silent command of the boss.

The curiosity of the dead is very weak, and no one will take the risk of irritating Tyrion to hide and eavesdrop.

"Nasa, hold here, don't let anyone come over!"

Tyrion gave a command, and the silent shadows around him floated a bit, accepting orders on behalf of the watchman.

After confirming that there was no risk of leakage around him, Tyrion walked forward a few steps, reaching for the door of the cell in front of him.

In the quiet darkness before him, the old orc Ner'zhul sat on the ground with his back to the death knight. He had vowed to the element that he would save Draenor, and after he failed, the element abandoned him, the old The shaman lost an arm and also lost his strength.

Elements... These original forces that are symbiotic with the world are so "willful". Unlike magic and other forces, elements are the most difficult to deal with. When they love you, they are almost willing to do anything for you, but once You let them down, they will abandon you in an instant.

Now Ner'zhul is a lonely old man who has lost everything.

"Why? Is there any testimony from the winner?"

Ner'zhul said softly:

"Are you coming to show off my defeat, the loser? Or, my old life has finally come to an end? Are you here to free me?"

"Why do you have such a bad idea? My friend Ner'zhul, do I look like this in your eyes? It's really disappointing."

Tyrion stood in the dark, he whispered:

"Look, now, in this dark place, the sun can't shine here, and there is no better place to discuss some conspiracies. I'm here, I just want you to hear me about Draenor and Azeroth Believe me in the future planning of these two worlds. Believe me, this is not a deliberate display by the winner. I am not bored to show off in front of an orc that has lost everything."

"Pooh!"

Ner'zhul slobbered rudely towards the ground:

"The word "friend" comes out of your mouth and it makes me sick! What does your plan for the future have to do with me?"

For Ner'zhul's unabashed taunt, Tyrion didn't take it seriously. He said in a hollow, low voice like the death knight:

"Because after I died, after I decided to form the Dark Blade Knights, I had my own planning and design for these two connected worlds. It was two completely different roads. One was full of killing and death. , The other is more moderate, and now these two roads have crossed, the node is you..."

"I?"

Ner'zhul looked back at the death knight. After confirming that the death knight was not kidding, he narrowed his eyes and asked:

"why me?"

The death knight shrugged:

"I can’t answer you this question, Ner'zhul, I can only say that if there is such a destiny in this world, then it is really too harsh for you, and the problem is that it chooses you and me, and you I can't resist."

Tyrion moved his wrist, stepped forward, and sat cross-legged opposite the old orc. He looked at Ner'zhul as if he had lost all hope. He pondered for a moment and said:

"I can't tell you your future, because once you know everything, it will undoubtedly affect our future "cooperation". I can only say that your choice will directly affect the future development of the Dark Blade Knights. !"

"Aha, I am so important, should I feel honored?"

The old shaman said disdainfully:

"If this matter is really as important as you said, maybe you should kill me with a knife, and then turn me into a body loyal to you to ensure that everything is foolproof!"

"Do you think I don't want to do that?"

The death knight responded coldly. He looked at the old orc and said in a deep voice:

"Why don't I force you to do that?"

"First, this matter matters. If you don't want to do it yourself, it will undoubtedly fail."

"Second, to force an unwilling soul to make a "sublime" sacrifice for my career, you can understand that it is difficult for me to make up my mind, to be honest, but I will not come here with any other choices Come and tell you so much, so let go of your meaningless hatred and listen to me!"

This sentence made Ner'zhul's squinted eyes flash a sly light, and his only five fingers left shook in the air:

"So, the initiative seems to be back in my hands, can I be regarded as...you are begging me, eh?"

"This joke is not funny!"

The death knight said dryly:

"This is something that is good for you and me. You see, Ner'zhul, you are not a hero. You and I know this, but fate has pushed you to this position! In a sense, you actually Very poor."

"Gul'dan used your missed wife's thoughts and your cowardice to let you serve the demon, and kicked you off again, and I...sorry, I used what you did after you knew everything. In the end, courage and obsession with atonement, you are not a good person! You are selfish, but you still have a trace of conscience."

"conscience?"

Ner'zhul lowered his head and responded dullly:

"Maybe, maybe it was the thing that made me look like this now!"

"So, you are a very emotional orc with a rare sense of wisdom. It’s really a pity that you didn’t match this sense of wisdom and decisiveness, so disasters fell on you one after another, but believe me...if you can , I’m not very willing to put these conspiracies on you, you are already miserable enough.

Tyrion made another shot for the bad-looking Ner'zhul, and as the old orc became angry, Tyrion turned the topic abruptly to the other side.

"Let me talk about my plan. After the formation of the Necromancer, I can kill Draenor all the way, just like the orcs once did, turning all living creatures into my soldiers until the end of the world. A living life fell in the pool of blood until the life echo of this world completely died out, and then directed these soldiers to attack Azeroth and began a new cycle of life and death."

The death knight shook his head:

"I may not be able to solve the overwhelming problems of the two worlds, but I can directly solve the idiots who caused these problems!"

"When both worlds become kingdoms of death, all problems will no longer exist, but doing so is a waste of time. I need time very much, and the risk of doing so is a bit high, so there is another way in my planning. ."

He stretched out a finger and shook before Ner'zhul's eyes, he said softly:

"I need a trustworthy...collaborator! A true collaborator, maybe there will be a third and a fourth collaborator in the future. In short, I treat the remaining life of Draenor warmly, such as Na At the same time as the orcs of Glen and Frostfire Ridge, in another world, my collaborators will also advance our common cause!"

"When the time is right...the two sides join together!"

The death knight clenched his fists. A glare of rare excitement flashed in his dim eyes. He stared at Ner'zhul closely. He said in a deep voice:

"Imagine! By then, the two worlds will fall into our hands in an instant! We will reshape the order of the two worlds, and most importantly, no one can bind us! What we want to do, we Can do anything!"

Ner'zhul looked at the flash of excitement in the always indifferent death knight's face, and he subconsciously clenched his remaining fists, but soon, a touch of cunning appeared on the old orc's face. :

"Aren't you afraid of me repenting halfway? Listening to what you mean, this seems to be a very important and secret thing."

"Repent? Ner'zhul, you may have misunderstood what I meant!"

Tyrion sneered and said:

"You may feel that you have been used to **** in the 20 years of Draenor, but the real hell, you have never seen it. If you really have taken a step, it is not that you want to repent and say that you are not playing. The game will end!"

"Sacrifice, the necessary sacrifice is the basis of mutual trust, and the benefit is to maintain the bond of the alliance. If you really want to join this game, you have to make sacrifices!"

The death knight stood up. He patted the dust and whispered:

"Look, I have made sacrifices. I will abandon the plan to completely occupy Draenor, leaving a final resting place for your compatriots, and I can guarantee that no matter what happens in this world, the orc civilization Fire will never die in Draenor!"

"As for our common interests, that is, we actually have the same enemy...shh, don’t ask too much, the things I conceal are not to harm you, on the contrary, it is to protect you, when you make a choice, You will know who our common enemy is!"

"I hope that by that time, you don’t want to pee your pants."

Tyraine pushed back the door again, and before leaving, he looked back at the silent old orc and said:

"The power of choice is yours. You can choose to give up everything, wait for death alone in the cage, or return to your ancestors, watching your world finally destroyed, of course, you can also choose to continue to live. Ozu."

"Maybe one day in the future, there will be another or another group of inexplicable guys who will appear in front of you, and they will give you another option, that is the signal to join this game of destiny, I am sitting alone at the table too I'm lonely, and I desperately hope that a second player will enter."

"And if you choose this way, then my advice is: no matter what you encounter, please keep your teeth clenched and stick to it, it will be a very painful road, it will be your sacrifice, but I can The guarantee is that, as the Lord Lord of the Dark Blade Knights, I guarantee that you will eventually get everything you want!"

"Don't hurry to make a decision. There is still plenty of time. Think about it."

And at the moment Tyrion left, Ner'zhul suddenly asked:

"This is a trap, right?"

The widowed old orc stood up and stared at the death knight's back. He said viciously:

"My prisoner's career is a trap in itself, just like a bait. You are using me to suspend some existence that threatens you. I say that the choice is in my hand. In fact, I have no choice at all. What you said, right?"

"Yes, this is a trap, and I also want to know, who will be so lucky to step into it?"

Tyrion looked back and gave Ner'zhul a calm smile in the dark:

"Also, who said you have no choice?"

"You can at least choose to die, and end your own life with your own hands. You can rest assured, as long as you can make that determination, no one in this palace will stop you!"

"The question is, will you?"

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