Azeroth’s Death Track

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Grimbath was particularly lively today. First of all, there was a riot in the place where the Red Dragon Queen was held. The warriors of Dragonmaw Orcs were all sent to guard the most important "treasures" of the clan, and then the Chiefs Hall was breached. The cruel corpse of the lunatic Necroix and his bodyguards, when the orc warlock Draka. Burner was discovered, the most important dragon's soul had disappeared.

"Block the news, and... then find! Find it!"

Draka's eyes were crimson, and the irritability of the magical energy was moving back and forth in his body. He was like an irritated beast in the chief's hall full of broken limbs and broken arms of Skullbreaker Nekrus Walking back and forth, he yelled at the guard behind him:

"Everyone who can move! Ride the red dragon and give me the **** black dragon..."

"Master! Master Draka!"

The scout running from a distance pushed open the door panting. He looked at the angry Draka, and he screamed with fear:

"The city gate was broken!"

"boom"

The orc warlock, who could no longer restrain the anger, smashed the searing fiery flame on the table nearby, smashing the solid stone table into powder, he roared:

"Who! Who attacked us at this time!"

The apparently terrified scout swallowed. He said hardly:

"dead!"

"what?"

The warlock's eyes widened: "Who are you talking about?"

"Dead, lord! Undead... Endless undead! They surrounded the whole mountain! We don't know where they came from!"

"Undead?"

Draka. The Burner’s body swayed, and the undead suddenly appeared on this knot, like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. The warlock understood that the form at the moment was that there must be more than one force in the grid Rem Bator is making waves inside, no matter what their purpose is, no matter what they want to do, this kind of unobtrusive encounters means that all the plans have been reached to the end.

He was powerless.

"boom"

The orc warlock's body was paralyzed in a chair covered with blood. His eyes were dull, as if he was a teenager, he sat there, and the orcs around didn't dare to disturb him. They all understood. If there is anyone who can save Grimbathor and the Dragonmaw clan now, there is only the old warlock in front of him.

"All watching what I do!"

Draka raised his head and looked at the orcs around him, his fists clenched fiercely, and he whispered:

"Go! Call all the people we can control... prepare, give up this city! At the moment the soul of the dragon is lost, it is not saved."

"Go!"

In the roar of the shadow burner, the orcs standing in place immediately ran out, leaving only Draka’s most trusted adjutant, the warlock stood up, and he glanced back at the skull-breaker Necros being dragon The head with ripped claws and the unwilling look, he shook his head and turned back to his adjutant whispered:

"My brave Nagaz, I have a task to give to you. This is related to the survival of the Dragonmaw clan... are you willing to do it?"

The strong orc warrior didn't say a word. He raised his fist in silence and patted his chest to represent his opinion. Draka. The Burner nodded and lowered his voice again:

"Remember the guy I asked you to catch last time? The one who claimed to be the Special Envoy of Twilight's Hammer... freed him and brought it to me, don't attract the attention of others."

"Observe, my lord."

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The whole Grim Batol is now in chaos, and the ghost knows why it is chaosing so quickly, perhaps because of the suppression accumulated by the Dragonmaw clan for more than three years, or perhaps because of the sudden outbreak that everyone was caught by surprise. In short, this The order in the city is gone.

In a hall on the second floor of the city, the conspirators’ conversations continued, and it was never interrupted.

Tyrion stood in the shadows, the dim light shining on his face, and the death knight did not look at the dangerous five black dragons in front of him. Instead, he looked at the dwarf-style carvings in the hall with a nostalgic eye, and then In a cold, hoarse voice said:

"Grimbato, ah, come back to this place, you may not know, this place has a special meaning to me...I was awakened here."

"From the living, to the dead, from life, to monsters, from justice, to...evil? Maybe, they call me evil anyway."

Tyrion turned his head and looked at Onyxia, the black dragon princess without a word, and asked softly:

"What do you think of this? My friend Nesario's daughter, seeing me and your father get along so "friendly", maybe you should call me...Uncle Tyrion!"

The death knight took a step forward, the atmosphere of the entire hall became condensed and heavy at this moment, just like substantial oppression, pressing heavily on everyone's shoulders, Luo Ning stared at the sudden appearance Tyrion, trying to say something, was stopped by the **** dwarf Alfonso.

"Don't talk! Don't irritate him! It's a lunatic, you never guess what he will do next... Shut up! Luo Ning! Shut up..."

The dwarf's fingers clasped the mage's wrist, forcing him to say nothing, and in the tense gaze of the two, with the footsteps of the death knight moving forward, the incomparable black dragons also stepped back step by step.

They...there are the tops of these mortal world food chains, they are afraid of him!

"You! I remember I seemed to have seen you."

Tyrion tilted his head and looked at the Black Dragon Warrior Orixian who was guarding Onyxia. He narrowed his eyes and pondered the cold memories of the past. Finally, at a certain point he found the black dragon in front of him. impression.

"When my good friend Nesario was pierced through my heart...you were by his side! Right?"

Tyrion’s voice evoked the past that Orisian was absolutely unwilling to remember. In Gronde of Draenor, the sky above the wilderness was penetrated by the dark green light that tore the sky dome. The wings of death, and the relentless strangling that followed... That day, the Black Dragon Warrior saw how the undefeated "God" in his own eyes was brutally knocked down the abyss.

And all that is because it met the death knight in front of him...

How can this make him not afraid?

"Are you afraid of me?"

There was a trace of doubt in Tyrion's eyes, and he spread his hands:

"Did you feel terrified about what I did? Oh, yes, there is an old friend who wants to see you too."

Lord Darkblade turned sideways, making a "please" posture, accompanied by the gathering of the Shadow Gate, wearing a purple robe and holding the Guardian's Staff, Khadgar stepped out of the shadow. He used silver eyes Looking at the Black Dragon Warrior Orixian, there was a stiff smile in the mouth of the big lich:

"Hello, Count Prestor's attendant."

At the moment of seeing six rune chains shining with golden light surrounding Khadgar, the fearless Black Dragon Warrior turned and fled. He didn’t know what happened to Khadgar, but there was no doubt that it came from the top The predator's instincts are alarming madly, and the mage in front of him is no longer the fragile flesh and blood that he knows.

Danger! Extremely dangerous!

"Why run?"

Khadgar stretched his fingers and shook, so that the watching Ronin was stunned by the huge magic power. The magic chain of unimaginable ice and shadows bound the powerful black dragon warrior in place. He didn’t even have time to change into the black dragon form. It was covered by the crazy magic like the tide, and then in the flash of the Necronomical Rune, it was frozen in a huge ice.

Between the cold and cold, the panic on Orlysian's face is undisguised, and with the structure of this ice, it looks like some kind of weird "artwork".

Like a big lich who did a small thing, walked to Tirion. Behind him, there were trails of frost and condensation. He blinked his silver eyes and asked inexplicably:

"Why does every "old friend" see me run? I just... I just want to have a good chat with them."

"So you can wait a while and talk, there is plenty of time."

Tyrion snapped his fingers and said in a deep voice:

"Get the guys in, it's time to start working."

Khadgar stepped back and leaned slightly:

"as you wish..."

"Buzz buzz"

The swaying portal opened in the darkness behind Khadgar, tearing six portals at once, which was difficult for human Archmage, but for Khadgar, it was very easy, like It was as easy as freezing a black dragon.

He looked back at Luo Ning, who was **** in the corner. He saw the Dalaran emblem on Luo Ning's chest. Khadgar smiled at Luo Ning, then turned around and continued to study the black dragon frozen by him. And that smile, that smile did not make Luo Ning feel at ease. On the contrary, that smile frightened him, that was not the strange expression that a living person should have.

Master Khadgar, he has...he has...oh my god!

Glokush was the first to walk out of the portal. The old orc death knight raised his head and looked at the dark environment. He soon found a threatening opponent. He pulled out his battle axe and walked towards Tyrion. Behind him, Luminas, Serent, Roglio, Saurfang and Yrel came out of their respective portals.

Behind the death lord, followed by the most elite high-level knights, just a few minutes, this empty hall was completely occupied by the undead.

Under the gaze of more than 100 high-level undead, Tyrion took a step forward. He played with the black ring on his left finger. He looked at the silent Onyxia in front of him. He said softly:

"You have 5 black dragons, oh, apart from Mr. Orisian, you only have 4 black dragons left, and me, I have 6 death lords, 98 high-level knights, outside Grimbath , There are 30,000 awakened warriors, my God, you never know how awful I am to wake up so many corpses alone, after the portal, there are blood mage waiting there, oh yes Alright! I still have some hidden soldiers."

Tyrion's eyes rose a few inches, looking at the space behind the black dragon, he said softly:

"My dear, come out to meet Onyxia, this beautiful girl is Nesario's daughter, she is our niece."

"Om"

A cold breath appeared less than 3 meters away from Onyxia. When the Black Dragon Princess turned back stiffly, she saw Aurelia wearing blood-red armor. She leaned on the sharp knife wheel behind her. There are also 5 indifferent assassins dressed in the same way.

"What a lovely girl..."

Aurelia stretched out her cold fingers and touched Onyxia's cheek. She looked at her coldly:

"Give him something, darling, you wouldn’t want to see Tyrion look like it was irritated... that’s awful."

In the eyes of the tiger, the temperature of the entire hall dropped by at least 10 degrees due to the gathering of high-level undead, so that Luo Ning could not help but shudder, Onyxia stubbornly embraced the dragon soul in his arms Here, she looked at Tyrion, who had a smile on her handsome cheek, but there was no hint of smile in those ice-blue eyes.

Indifferent is like ice floe on the sea, and you can never guess what kind of darkness is hidden under the ice floes above the sea.

Tyrion reached out to Onyxia, who bit her teeth, lowered her head, and looked at the dragon soul he had planned for a long time in her hand. She was hesitant, and Lumi standing behind Tyrion Nass sneered, she reached out and hooked her fingers, and the high-level knights around the four black dragons pulled out the rune weapons.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Tyrion waved his hands in dissatisfaction. The death knights inserted their weapons back into their scabbards. The Lord of the Dark Blade reached out against Onyxia’s chin and lifted her blown cheeks up, He whispered:

"You will make the right judgment, right, you have always been so, I have no intention of killing Nesario's bloodline here, you see, girl, North Xinjiang is a dangerous place, it is not suitable for a cute girl like you Activity, go to Stormwind City, where you can show your hands and feet, if you perform well enough, maybe your generous Uncle Tyrion will help you solve Nefarian... your ambitious brother."

"It's yours!"

Onyxia suddenly felt indescribable grievances, this little girl's emotion should not appear in the blood of the death wing, but it appeared at this time, she was like an annoyed girl, she would The dragon spirit in his hand was thrown to Tyrion, and then forced himself not to let the tears of grievances in his eyes flow down.

"seriously."

Tyrion looked at the golden dragon soul in front of his eyes, handed it to Aurelia, and then placed his hands on Onyxia's shoulder like a real elder, he " "Gentle" asked in the ear of Princess Black Dragon:

"I let you go, don't you really want to thank me?"

"Thank you for your "kindness"...Terion...Mr.!"

Onyxia almost gritted her teeth, saying her gratitude word by word, and after she finished speaking, Tyrion frowned, making a disgruntled nasal sound.

"Huh? Sir?"

"Tirion...Uncle..."

"Oh, so good!"

Tyrion reached out to help Onyxia brush his hair, he smiled and kissed the forehead of "niece", stuffed something into her hand, and then made a "please" gesture to Princess Black Dragon, Behind him, the death knights all gave way to a road, and at the end of the road was a portal that had been opened.

Princess Black Dragon squeezed the things in her hand, and she walked silently to the portal, and on her cheeks, there were already tears of shame and grievance...

Tyrion. Blade of Dawn... You will regret it! I swear...

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