Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the sky of Gorgrond, a dark green magic vortex is slowly disappearing. It is like a black sun, hanging on the sky, absorbing all the light greedily, and the entire darkened sky The strange cloud formed by the magic shock is scattered and suspended in the sky, and this is just the aftermath of the energy dissipation.

The light that pierced everything just now was fleeting, but all the creatures present were in a state of temporary blindness. The unimaginable huge magic gathering light made everyone's eyes dim, and even their senses were temporarily stripped.

In this case, the fastest recovery is naturally the death knight who never relies on the senses to eat. The vision in front of Tyrion becomes clear in the dim. He moves his body and lets himself stand up from the burnt mud on the ground. The death knight looked back. The death raven, who had carried him into the sky, was struggling in the mud behind him. Most of the poor guy's body was buried under the ground.

Obviously, the aftermath of the energy puncture has completely changed the nearby terrain. The original wilderness has become a large depression on the ground. Even the draenei forbidden spacecraft suspended in the sky have fallen in On the hillside in the distance, it seemed to be affected by the blow just now.

But this is not Tyrion’s greatest concern. He rushed forward a few steps and rushed to the edge of the ground depression. He looked down. In the super large ring-shaped crater like the falling meteorite, red hot red The magma is like a sea of ​​red magma, and on the surface of the magma, the body of the death wing is completely torn, and the torn wings float on the magma, emitting a strange burning smell. .

The King of Black Dragons was loaded into the sea of ​​magma in an inverted posture, and it looked dead.

But this is impossible!

No one knows more about the vitality of Deathwing than Tyraine. Since this guy was seduced by the horrible and strange ancient **** 10,000 years ago, the body of the black dragon, who was known for his vitality, has been given to the ancients. The blessing of the God has long been beyond the normal life and death, coupled with the power and power of the Earth Guardian who has never been stripped, at least in the world of Draenor, it cannot be killed.

"Is it dead?"

The gray-faced archmage Khadgar was surrounded by the light of teleportation and appeared beside the death knight. He still had a smell of fel magic, and at this time, Khadgar was stunned by the tragic state of the death wing in front of him. , He turned to look at Tyrion:

"Are we killing the wings of death?"

"not that simple!"

Tyrion pulled out the magic sword and held it in his hand. He looked at the quiet magma sea in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

"Unless the source of Death Wing is crushed with the same source, no one can kill it, we just... destroy its disguise and expose its cursed real form. , In other words... the second stage is here!"

"What second stage?"

Khadgar frowned, and at the next moment, Tyrion suddenly grabbed his shoulders, pulling the mage back quickly, and the quiet magma sea in front of them suddenly rioted, like being crazy under the magma. The beast was awakened as if, the scorching magma was thrown into the sky as it rolled, hitting the ground in the form of scorching rain of destruction.

Under the tumbling magma like the restless sea, the blood-red, tentacle-like dragon claws waved violently, like four blood spears piercing the sky, between the blood of the hot dragon blood, fierce Buckled on the edge of the ring-shaped depression, and one of them was almost directly hit from the sky towards Tyrion and Khadgar.

The two stepped back dozens of steps before avoiding the dragon claws of tentacles falling from the sky. The claws that had been completely twisted and deformed were buckled to the ground, and the magma attached to the dragon claws flew between the loud noises of the cracked ground. A huge lava pit was quickly formed nearby.

"Pain! Pain!"

And at the moment Khadgar stood up, the wing of Death’s unreasonable roar sounded, and the twisted form that had completely lost its restraint also protruded its head from the sea of ​​lava, and the fierce faucet opened the hot magma, Appearing in front of the Archmage, an anxious and terrifying breath rushed over, causing the Archmage to stop breathing even in horror at that moment. His gray hair was blown up, and his body even felt a kind of ignited.

In the light like the rising sun, Khadgar had to stretch out his hand to block the heat that was flying in front of him.

Looking from between his split fingers, the lava-covered head in the wound barely saw what it looked like before the Death Wing, but the shape of the dragon was completely lost from under his neck, contaminated above the twisted keel The fast-growing flesh, and the cursed flesh draws heat from the magma, wrapping the broken body of the Black Dragon King in the form of dancing tentacles.

"This... this is simply an indescribable thing in a nightmare!"

Khadgar shouted: "What happened to this dragon king? What made it so terrifying?"

The death knight did not answer. On the magma sea at this time, the death wing, which had been cut by a third of the body by the rays of evil energy, had completely turned into a weird flesh and blood, and the flesh rooted in the magma Above, it was covered with flesh and blood tentacles waving in the scorching air. They fluttered in the air, spilling magma-like dragon blood everywhere. The land of Gorgrond was like the end of the day.

"I am the wing of death! Destiny's destroyer..."

"The worlds will be reduced to flames, the end is coming!"

In the dream-like roar of the Black Dragon King, the flesh tentacles that grew above the twisted dragon claws in front of Tyrion and Khadgar seemed to find the target, whistling to the nearest death knight Tyrion. , The latter waved the magic sword, and cut off the tentacles that smashed towards him. He looked back at the archmage and shouted in a low voice:

"What are you still doing? Don't kill yourself! Ready... we'll seal it for a while! If it comes to reason, the world will be torn apart by it!"

"Ansu! The time has come to fulfill the promise!"

Tyrion called for the last helper in his mind. After a while, the gloomy sky of Gorgrond seemed to turn into the night, and the huge shadow power formed a dark storm between the heavens and the earth, and countless black feathers. Revolving around the energy storm, the dead wings that had completely lost their senses were swept into a dark storm.

"roll!"

"Shoot swoosh"

The power from the demigod made the crazy Wings of Death find another target for venting pain. In its roar, thousands of rotating source stone swords flew from the ground and rushed to the sky crack, the source of the burst The stone sword exploded in the crack, but failed to attack An Su's body.

The cunning **** of crows hides himself in the shadow realm, and in the dark world, it can hardly be hurt.

Above the sky, the door to the shadow world has been opened, and the wild demigod Ansu is frantically expanding the cracks in this space. The greedy forces from the shadow world distort the wings of death from the huge flesh and blood from the magma. Lifted at sea, to drag it into another plane, but to fight against the crazy wings of death, it is obviously impossible to rely on this old wild demigod alone.

The four dragon claws on the ground have been tightened, the body of the death wing has been pulled away from the sea of ​​magma, the twisted flesh suspended in midair, looks terrifying to the extreme, it is fighting this way from the shadow Rift in the world.

"boom"

The dragon claw that smashed towards Tyrion was cut by the apocalypse. Its sharp blade cut off the flesh and blood linking the dragon claw and the body. The magic sword greedily tears the wings of death in the flesh and blood. The soul that has lost its reason, every time The bite will make the reason of the Black Dragon King more chaotic, and the death knight does not stay for a point, he quickly rushed to the position of a dragon claw.

He must weaken the true form of the wings of death!

On the other side of the concave ring pit, the draenei spacecraft that fell on the hillside also slowly lifted off. The current situation no longer needs to communicate. As long as Velen still maintains reason, this prophet knew that How to do it.

"Boom"

The defensive firepower of the forbidden ship fired in the sky. Under the control of the draenei technicians, the light cannonball that fell from the sky accurately hit the flesh tentacles on the ground of the wings of death, and the prophet Velen standing on the spaceship platform The holy light is also called again. The holy light, like dense chains of runes, with holy light, wraps around the flesh and blood body that the wings of death are out of control.

The Prophet is very wise. He knows exactly what he has to do now. It is impossible to kill such a terrifying creature in a short time, and the open space door to the shadow world in the sky also represents Tyrion’s Thoughts...He wants to seal off this horrible flesh and blood creature in front of him in this way.

"The whispering chaos spreads in the evil flesh and blood, this creature itself is the symbol of the end of all things...like the gods in the stars."

Velen, who was well-known among the stars, watched the sea of ​​magma struggling frantically, roaring the wings of death fighting back.

"You cannot leave it in this world, you must expel it!"

"Dear Naru, please help me!"

The Prophet saw the terrifying future from the twisted flesh of the Death Wings. He made up his mind that at the next moment, the endless power of the Holy Light burst from his old body, above the dark sky of Gorgrond, A triangle-shaped halo filled with holy runes illuminated the darkness. In the call of the prophet, more and more pure light power burst from the dome of Shattrath, like the light that penetrated the sky. Of brilliance.

"Click, click, click"

In this erupting light storm, the holy light chain became thicker, and it tightened slowly, like an active roulette, with a staggered collision sound that merged with the power of the prophet in Naru At that moment, the powerful Deathwing's counterattack was also suppressed, and the layers of light were like the most solid prisoners, trapping the flesh and body that it breeds in it.

In the unwilling roar of Death Wings, the last dragon claw hooked to the earth was also cut off by Tyrion’s hand, and its huge body lost its fixed objects, and was grabbed by the shadow gate opened in the sky. Rising to the sky.

Archmage Khadgar once again absorbed the power of the skull in his hand. Between the dark storms wrapped around the body, he held his hands high, and the fierce magic formed an invisible fist. From below, he pushed the imprisoned King of the Black Dragon. The fast speed was swallowed up by the dark storm entwined in the sky.

At the moment when the seriously wounded Death Wing was thrown into Shadow Realm completely, An Su's screaming sounded almost simultaneously. At the next moment, the cracked gate of Shadow Realm was closed, and the huge body of the Raven God also appeared beside the Death Knight .

There is a terrible scar on the wings of this demi-god, which is the memorial left by the wings of death.

"The Shadow Realm can't control it! Tyraine, you have pitted me!"

An Su screamed with dissatisfaction: "That world is too weird, and I dare not explore too much inwards, who knows what the monster will evolve into, and the kingdom I built in the shadow world is being used by it Crazy destruction...it will soon break out!"

The Wild Demigod stared at Tyrion with a dangerous eye:

"You must compensate my loss!"

The death knight put away his weapon, and under his feet was a greasy dragon claw. He looked back at An Su and Shen Sheng said:

"Then go to Azeroth at the fastest speed and throw it in that world, where there is power to deal with it. You have done what you promised me, and I will do what I promised you! "

"Azeroth!"

A tired voice sounded behind Ansu and Tyrion. Archmage Khadgar held Gul'dan's skull in his hand. A dark magic was still wrapped around his body. His eyes were full of fatigue, but At this time, he stared at the death knight with a vicious eye:

"You are going to throw that monster into Azeroth? You are crazy! I... disagree!"

Tyrion glanced at the angry Archmage with indifferent eyes, and at the next moment, he turned back and said to An Su:

"You rush to Hellfire Peninsula now, and the garrison army will help you enter Azeroth, just like we said before."

The neglected Archmage felt a humiliation. He took a step forward, waved his fists, and shouted loudly:

"I said, I don't..."

"Click"

Khadgar’s neck was buckled by the cold armor. In the explosion of death energy, the magic shield he placed outside the body was almost instantly destroyed, and his body was pulled towards Tyrion, the latter He whispered in his ear:

"Stop it, Khadgar...in this world, your opinion is not important at all!"

"I haven't killed you yet, so you should learn to be grateful, my friend!"

The mage who was strangled by the neck slapped Tyrion’s arm frantically. After the skull of Gul'dan was taken away, the magic in his body was exhausted. There was no way to fight back. He felt suffocated and was dying. In the eyes of the knight, he also saw the undisguised killing intention, which reminded Khadgar of the stranger he met in Shattrath.

"Cough...cough, Sephor...right...you...not trustworthy! But Tyrion...everything you do now, everything...is... futile !"

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