Azeroth’s Death Track

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Walking on the earth raged by the undead is a very difficult thing.

Those brainless walking corpses and skeletons will not let you go because of your noble identity. Death is infused by the most original evil to drive them to destroy everything. If Myra. Dawnblade is not a Paladin, without the protection of the Holy Light, He could never reach Hellfire Citadel in the sea of ​​undead.

But Rao is so. When he saw the entrance to the Hellfire Citadel, the Paladin’s body was already covered with scars, as well as blood and gray bones that belonged to the unpleasant stench. The moment he saw Myra appeared, the guard The death knights in the Hellfire Citadel clenched their weapons, but in the face of the fate that would be killed in the next moment, the Paladin threw away the weapons that he used to defend himself.

Looking at the faint blue light beating in the death knight's eyes, Myra whispered:

"I want to see your leader! Luminas Yang Hen, tell her... her lover is coming to pick her up."

The lower-level death knight’s mental operation is obscure, but they have at least basic reason, so soon, the seriously wounded Myra was sent to the Hellfire Citadel, and when she entered the dark passage, Myra gritted her teeth and insisted on the will Swaying, his eyes became darker and darker. When the last ray of light dissipated, Myra saw the dead lord who came down the steps.

She saw the familiar flaming red hair, the frosty cheeks...

Thanks to Holy Light, she is still beautiful...

There was a smile on the corner of the paladin's mouth. At the moment when his body fell to the ground weakly, a cold arm supported him in the air. Luminas looked at the unconscious, self-catching paladin. , The red light in her eyes was beating.

Hatred, anger, unwillingness, sorrow, despair, and thoughts, sorrow, and a trace of confusion.

"Go on, continue to attack the human camp!"

The death lord waved his hand, and the death knights retreated quietly into the darkness. Luminas hugged Myra in her arms. In the collision between the ladies' boots and the ground, she walked to her bedroom.

This is her problem and her trouble. What she holds in her arms is the most important person in her life. How to deal with him is better not to let too many people know.

Myra was awake again, it was a matter of hours later. The Paladin in Hellfire Citadel did not know the battle on the front line. At this point, the tireless undead had overwhelmed the second course of the alliance’s forward base. The defensive line, the necromancers of the Hellfire Citadel have also been dispatched, and the human base is in jeopardy. Even Archmage Khadgar is ready to open the Dark Gate at the necessary time to escape.

Throughout Draenor, no one would pay attention to the life and death of this people outside the territory. Even the dark blade knights who launched the attack did not care. No matter why they came, they were doomed to impossible to achieve their wishes.

The moment the timeline crosses, the fate of this world is completely different.

Myra was lying on the soft velvet bed. He opened his eyes and saw the gauze with a dazzling light in the glint of the dim spar lamp, which was a dark red hue, enveloped on the edge of the bed, There seems to be a feeling of luxury, and above the veil, the original rough and wild walls were completely changed. Under the command of the death lord here, the undead realized her pursuit of quality of life.

The fiery red curtains hang beneath the walls, there are bead curtains made of gemstones, gorgeous lamps inlaid with purple gemstones, and heavy carpets on the ground. This decorative style is familiar to Myra, the noble of Quel'Thalas The court seems to be decorated like this.

If it weren't for the conspicuous black broken-blade flag on the curtain, Myra would think that she was awake in her hometown.

He struggled to sit up, and in front of the big bed, beside the gilt full-length dressing mirror in front of him, a slender and lone figure was sitting there. She removed her cold armor and put on a long black gauze dress. Even his hair changed back to what it used to be when it was alive.

It was as if she were alive.

"Lumi!"

Mylar unconsciously held out his hand towards the back, he said awkwardly:

"You remember me, right?"

"Of course, I remember you, Myra Dawnblade, I remember your face, I remember your eyes, I remember your taste, I remember everything about you."

Luminas stood up and reached out to brush her long red hair, her voice was low, hoarse, and hollow, making people feel cold and strange.

"The memory about you is rolling in my head, and I will often be immersed in the golden memory. For this reason, I am often reprimanded by Tyrion. He said that I am self-destructing...but I can’t control it. For myself, even every time I wake up, my soul will be painfully unable to restrain itself, like it is torn..."

She turned around, and her dark red eyes shone with cold and calm light:

"Myra, have you experienced that kind of pain? It's like having two souls in a body, fighting for control of this body all the time...Do you experience that kind of loneliness?"

The Paladin’s eyes became dimmed, and this scene made the Death Knight’s mouth sneer. She swayed the graceful figure and walked towards the Paladin. The latter just wanted to move, but the dark red energy surging from both sides He was imprisoned on the bed. He struggled, but he couldn't get rid of the cold bondage, and he couldn't even speak.

"You are disappointed, right?"

"Your lover has become a monster after death, and a dead body is still active. This scene makes you feel sick, right? My Myra?"

Luminas stretched out his finger, and his dark red nails were scratching on the paladin's pale cheeks. The death knight sat by the bed, leaned down, and said in the paladin's ear:

"What are you doing here?"

"Are you going to persuade me to return to the silence, accept the fate of death, or persuade me to let go of those living? Do you think you are as important in my heart as in the past? As long as you speak, I will do what you want me to do Everything I get...as it was in the past, the love of a bad girl and good husband is as good as it used to be, right?"

"hiss"

Sharp nails scratched a trace of blood on the paladin's cheek. The stinging made Myra struggle more often. Luminas put the **** finger in her mouth, and she frowned.

"Sorry, I can't feel the blood, but I can guess that you are probably in pain."

"You are miserable, you are sad, you are desperate... I can feel it, but Myra... When I was lying in the ruins of Desom after the war, I was buried in the darkness by the collapsed post, in In that dead hollow, I could feel the blood flowing away from the wound a little bit, I could feel that life abandoned me a little bit, like an hourglass... You know that at the moment of death, in the cold The moment my death embraces me, what am I thinking about?"

"Myra, Myra."

Luminas' fingers gently touched the wounded body of the paladin, like a lover's solace. She lowered her head and licked the earlobe of the paladin with her cold tongue, just like the sweet words of the lover, she Said softly:

"I think of you...Before the darkness shrouds my horizon, what do I think of is my lover? Where was the lover who had vowed to live and die with me? When I was dying, why did that say The man who will spend my life with me is not by my side... Did he abandon me?"

"Myra, tell me, at that time... where were you when I needed you most?"

"puff"

The cold force penetrated into the Paladin’s wound through his fingers. The pain caused Myra’s face to be paler. His eyes widened, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. This pain was not just the body, but also the soul. Torture.

"You eventually abandoned me..."

The death lord withdrew her finger, she stood up, the negative emotions shining in her eyes, all emotions dissipated at this moment, her eyes became cold again, she stood on her side with her arms akimbo, looking at the paladin in front of her , She said in a deep voice:

"13 days, I waited for you in that **** for 13 days, even if it was just to consolidate the body, even if it was just a sentence... all my resentment will dissipate, and I will accept my destiny with satisfaction, but unfortunately, I will give you For 13 days, you never showed up...you know why the entire Desom killed 789 people, but did Tyrion only resurrect me?"

"Because of resentment! What you can’t get will become resentment, deception, and resentment... Love, love, will become the most terrible resentment... I hate you! Myra, I hate you !"

Two lines of tears were in the corner of the Paladin’s eyes, he was struggling frantically, the weak light in his body confronted with the energy of death that imprisoned him, tearing his wounds, leaving blood covered his body, and the tears, I don't know whether it's because of regret or fear.

"Oh, uh"

Luminas turned around, took out a bottle of fine wine in the wine cabinet behind him, took out two goblets, poured the red **** liquid into the glass, she carried two glasses of wine and returned to the holy In front of the knight, she looked at the person calmly, just like looking at a stranger.

"Om"

All the imprisonment was released at this moment. The Paladin fell weak on the bed. He turned to look at the death knight in the dark. The faint tears covered the whole face. His lips were moving, but the sentence was sorry, But it can't be said anyway.

And what if it is said?

"Come on, have a drink."

The death knight put his wine glass aside, reached out and lifted the paladin up, and let him sit by the window. She handed him the glass in her hand, and Myra Dawnblade took the glass with a blank face.

"clang"

The wine glasses collided together and made a clear sound, the red liquid was beating, and was sent into the death knight's mouth. She took a step back and whispered:

"I have imagined the scene where we meet again many times. I thought that I would kill you without hesitation and put an end to the nightmare that troubled me. But when we actually met, I really understood Tyrion. .. killing you can't solve the problem, it will only make you a knot that I can't untie, so I will let you live... I will bury all my memories about you."

"Your destiny will be decided by Tyrion. The same blood flows in your body, and only he is qualified to let you live, or send you to die... You see, after the strange life and death, You and I are already real strangers."

The Paladin was sitting by the bed, just like a dead puppet. It was only a few minutes before he raised his head, and a **** face pulled a ugly and pale smile.

"Before I saw you, I had a childish fantasy. Maybe I can persuade you to come back and come back to me. I thought I could accept everything from you, even if I continued to live in this cursed gesture, but now I Found that I can't do it..."

His fingers clenched the wine glass in his hand, he suppressed his inner emotions, and his voice became bitter.

"I am not unable to accept what you are now, nor am I..."

He choked, and he looked up. The eyes of this strong paladin were full of tears. He had never been so weak. Whether it was a body or a soul, he looked at the indifferent death knight in front of him. He said softly:

"Everything is irreparable, right?"

Luminas didn't answer this question. She put down the glass, stepped forward, and squatted in front of Myra's eyes, just like the mother who comforted the crying child. She reached out and wiped the tears on Myra's face, putting him golden With her hair turned away, she held the Paladin’s face, and she whispered:

"Why cry? You just got rid of a trouble. I have let go of my inner attachment to you. Let's live. Before seeing Tyrion, live well... this is the only thing I can give you. Something."

"Uh"

The death knight's wrist was caught by the paladin, and the glass filled with wine was smashed to the ground. At the moment when the glass broke and the cold liquid splashed, Luminas subconsciously wanted to resist, but was stopped by Myra. .

"do not move"

In contrast to the current strength of the two sides, Myra is not an opponent of the death knight at all, but Luminas has stopped struggling obediently. She looks at the paladin in front of her, and the latter takes something out of the pocket close to her heart. Gentle, slowly put on her fingers.

It was a familiar ring, not gorgeous, dissatisfied with traces of mud and ashes. It was the ring that she threw at Quel'Thalas, and at that moment she decided to forget everything in the past.

"This is something you lost. I'll get it back for you."

Myra smiled and loosened Luminas' wrist, but the next moment, cold lips were printed on his lips, like a kiss while alive, the two hugged together, just like They printed each other completely on each other's body, but at the moment the Paladin tried to hold the trembling death knight, Luminas was pushed away fiercely.

She stumbled out of her boudoir, as if she was afraid of something, and the gesture was like running away.

Mai stretched his hand and touched his lips, where there was a trace of cold and special aroma.

A smile spread across his face. He took a deep breath, spread his arms, lay on the warm bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

Let the alliance go to hell! Let Tirion go to hell! Let me be a selfish ghost...

All this can be recovered...and hope...

Yes, there is hope...

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