Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Aha!"

Tyrion looked at the cold body in front of him, and he moved his finger very dissatisfiedly:

"I knew these dwarves with brains like stones couldn't get rid of their hands. They value friendship very much, so you survived eventually, Luo Ning, a lucky man, a hapless ghost."

"boom"

The sharp, blood-stained dagger was thrown at the foot of Tyrion, and the human wizard, who had lost his soul, stood up swayingly. His eyes were out of focus. He skipped Tyrion’s body and walked toward the hole-open hall. At the door, the human mage who has just experienced **** of despair does not want to stay here for even a minute.

But at the moment when he was about to step out of the hall, the lord of the death, Serrent, stood in front of him. Serent looked at the lost wizard in front of him, and he whispered:

"I recognize you, mage, your name is... your name is Luo Ning, you escaped once in my hands, in Hillsbrad Foothills, remember? You dropped the companion's body, like a mouse The same escaped, I still remember the gesture you jumped into the portal... really embarrassed."

Luo Ning's eyes didn't change a bit. He bypassed Serent and wanted to move on, but was blocked by Serenity's rune blade:

"Why? Will you throw away your companion's body this time and escape?"

"boom"

Two groups of flames burst into Luo Ning's palm. The sore mage raised his head. The blood-stained cheeks and blood-stained eyes looked at Serrent like a total loss of reason. Crazy, he gritted his teeth, made a howl, pounced on him and fight with this **** death lord.

And at this moment, Tyrion’s cold palm rested on Luo Ning’s shoulder. The kind of cold, dead cold swam quickly along the mage’s body, forcibly extinguishing the magical flame in his palm, and also Frozen his feet on the ground.

"What are you doing? Serrent!"

Tyrion frowned and looked at himself, he said softly:

"That's how you welcome new members?"

"Uh?"

Serent and Ronin's eyes widened at the same time, and the smiling Tyrion stepped forward, reaching out to Ronin and saying "sincerely":

"Welcome to join the Dark Blade Knights, Mr. Luo Ning, you will find a new life goal here, I promise!"

"and many more!"

Serent rubbed his forehead and asked in a low voice:

"How could it be him? I thought it was that dwarf..."

"Yes! This is not right!"

Luo Ning took a step back while holding his hair. The ice that had frozen his feet made a clicking sound. The ground was mixed with blood and shattered. It looked miserable.

The human mage looked at Tyrion in disbelief. He knew that he had entered a strange trap. Then, in an instant, he suddenly felt that he had no understanding of the dangerous death knight in front of him. His eyes were full of doubts and troubles. Seeing Luo Ning's strange eyes, Tyrion tilted his head and said:

"Why isn't it right? Doesn't an organization want to grow and grow, doesn't it rely on constantly absorbing winners? And if I can choose winners as companions, then why should I choose losers?"

"but..."

"Shut up! Don't talk! Let me be quiet!"

Serent wanted to refute, but was interrupted by a roar from Ronin. The mage had fallen into an extremely chaotic mind. He looked at the body of the dwarf under his feet, who was his friend. He raised his head. , Looking at Tyrion, asked hardly:

"It was me and Alfonso who misunderstood? It was you who deliberately misled us! It is not only the deceased who can join you... living people can do it, he didn't have to die, right?"

"In general, we only absorb the dead, but there are exceptions."

Tyrion spread his hands and said softly:

"Look, I said, both of you are very potential people, I can only absorb one of them, and..."

A trace of confusion appeared on the death knight's face. He looked at Luo Ning:

"When did I say that one of you must die?"

"you said before!"

Luo Ning clenched his fists and growled like a lion forced into the corner:

"You TM said it!"

"I only said one thing...I need a winner! It's that simple!"

Tyrion's face became calm, and he reached over to Luo Ning's chest and said softly:

"It's a pity that your friend is dead, but it doesn't matter to me... you were defeated by fear, and didn't even think about the problems I left behind, frankly, this disappointed me, the wizard of the magic city of Dalaran Is this the kind of thing?"

"And most importantly, why do I feel that you two have put your destiny in my hands? Sorry, I haven’t told you, who should live or die, this matter should not be decided by me, I will give the opportunity You guys, only one person admits defeat, both of them can survive, but no... The fear of death makes you even unable to calm down and think about such a language trap. It is a pity that I did lie to you, but it was not me who killed He!"

Tyrion's finger tapped twice on Luo Ning's chest:

"He committed suicide! And you, you are also an accomplice."

"Asshole!"

Luo Ning gritted his teeth and rushed up, grabbing Tyrion’s collar, and he scolded fiercely:

"You bastard! You **** it! You **** it!"

"boom"

Tyrion waved his fist, Luo Ning's body flew out like a broken kite, and fell into the corner in awkwardness, the death knight stepped forward, squatting beside him, he grabbed Luo Ning's blood-infested hair , Turning over that embarrassed face, he looked at Luo Ning, and he calmly asked:

"Can't I?"

Luo Ning was like a real man at this moment. Even if there were several broken sternums, he seemed to feel no pain. He stared at the death knight with a mouthful of **** saliva.

"Pooh!"

This rude action did not make Tyrion angry. He looked at Luo Ning calmly:

"You're right! Luo Ning, Mage of the Darkblade Knights, I did make a big joke with you, but at least I let you survive! At Grimbath, you will be the only one Can live a life out of this city...shouldn’t you feel honored for this?"

"kill me!"

Luo Ning struggled to shout, his voice was as stern as the night owl in the forest: "Kill me! Never ever let me serve you! Forever!"

"It's up to you..."

The dark red energy of death was transferred to Luo Ning's palm through Tyrion's palm. In his scream, a black broken-blade emblem was carved on the back of his hand in a cruel way. , And at the moment when he was desperate, Tyrion approached his ear and whispered:

"You will serve me, I know this very well. Do you remember the lovely Wen Lei Sa? My dear sister, very disobedient, very arrogant, but Aurelia and I are very busy, we have no time to go to church What she should do and what she should not do, so I always wanted to find a trustworthy person to protect her and teach her, and now, I found two good friends for her, which is great."

"Remember, Luo Ning, you live, she live! You die, she die! Don't measure me with the narrow thinking of living people, if you think your loved ones can restrain my footsteps, then you can try... "

"So we're done. I will give you my sister, Luo Ning, don't let me down."

The cold voice made Luo Ning's struggle weaker and weaker. Finally, when Tyrion stood up, Luo Ning asked hardly:

"You said that there will be two friends in Winresa, and the other... who is the other?"

Tyrion did not answer, but turned sideways. Behind him, in the desperate gaze of Luo Ning, the wild hammer dwarf who cut his throat by hand moved his body and stood up from the ground when he opened his eyes. At that time, it was a dark and depressed gray.

"Hello, my friend... Luo Ning."

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"Grimbato is finished."

The human in black robe half kneeled in front of Onyxia, he reported the intelligence he had collected in the wetland:

"Before the undeads were encircled, the orcs who failed to run out of the city were all over. The undeads set off a slaughter in that city, blood and even polluted the groundwater, and now you can hear as long as you are close to that city The wailing of the soul entrenched in that city is simply too infiltrating."

"I don't care about these!"

Onyxia leaned on the mountain leading from the wetland to Kazmodan, the already weak black dragon princess now had only two or three kittens, and lost the black dragon warrior Orian to her It is indeed a big blow.

The Wings of Death, Nasario, commanded the Black Dragon Legion. Like other dragon kings, it has its own heirs. Once heirs prospered, it is a pity that most of the heirs were killed by the crazy man after receiving the power of the alone. Dead, only the black dragon prince Nefarian and the black dragon princess Onyxia were still alive, but also feared the majesty of his father and escaped from the deep rock continent early.

After leaving the hiding place of the Black Dragon Legion, the two brothers and sisters can only live in a bleak state like a mouse, fearing that the father of the madman or other dragons will come to the door one day, but in the wings of death incarnate Earl Presto in the alliance. At the same time the wind and rain stirred, the brother and sister also got their father's orders again, and this time, it seemed to be awake a lot.

This once made Onyxia think that life will be better and let her see hope.

But unfortunately, the failure of the Wings of Death in Draenor caused the unprepared Black Dragon Princess to suffer another scourge. Her brother gathered a lot of fellow Black Dragons and planned to rebuild the Black Dragon Legion. Onyxia did not have any opinion on this. She even enjoyed seeing it, but it was a pity that her cunning and sinister brother regarded her as a threat.

So she had to start a fight, and wooing Orisian was just the first step. Unfortunately, her plan had not been really started yet, and she was cut off by a nasty undead.

"What about the Red Dragon Queen?"

Princess Black Dragon looked at Grim Batol in the distant mountains, and she asked in a low voice: "What happened to those Alexstrasthas who made us "great" by the undead? Did they kill her? Or..."

"As far as I know, no!"

The black dragon half kneeling on the ground shook his head: "I can't enter the city, but the red dragon queen's breath still maintains her original weakness. She should not be released or hurt. The undead are like. .. It's like ignoring her existence... Frankly speaking, it's a little incomprehensible."

"No! They are not ignored!"

A trace of sarcasm flashed on Onyxia's beautiful and voluptuous face, that was to the enemy and to himself.

"Their leader, my Tyrion "Uncle", hehe, there is no doubt that he is looking for ways to use the dragon's soul. Without being prepared in advance, my luck is really bad."

Princess Black Dragon smiled self-deprecatingly, then silenced for a moment. She shook her head, turned around unaffectedly, and looked down at the old emblem of the Holy Light that Tyrion had stuffed into her hand. What's the use, but she can be sure that Tyrion suggested that she go to Stormwind City, certainly not out of kindness,

But since it is no longer worthy of nostalgia here, maybe it is not impossible to change places.

"The Alterac that his father planned to occupy has completely fallen into chaos. Once humans and orcs fight again, there will be no hope for that place...and Stormwind City, there seems to be a good choice."

"Also, Trip, help me do something..."

Onyxia's voluptuous black eyes blinked, she threw her hand and threw a thing to the servant, which was a portable teleportation array that Luo Ning carried with him.

"Sneak into Grim Batol and throw this thing anywhere, and Archmage Krasus may have already waited impatiently... let us help him."

The black dragon named Tripp nodded, but after a while, he asked doubtfully:

"Frankly speaking, Her Royal Highness, it seems pointless to do this. The dragon's soul is still in the hands of the undead. As long as Cleostraz has some reason, it will not choose to attack the undead at this time."

"Yeah, any red dragon with a normal IQ will not do that."

In the surge of dark magic, a huge black dragon with special purple dorsal fins flew into the night sky of the wetland. Onyxia opened a toothy dragon kiss, spitting a scorching spark, and a hint of cunning flashed in her huge yellow snake pupil:

"But they do not attack the undead, it does not mean that the undead do not attack them... you also see the damn, arrogant death knights, do you think they will let go of the dangerous people who broke into their territory? Once Master Dalaran is attacked by the undead, do you think those proud humans will choose to sit still?"

"The left and right is just a dog bite dog game, but I hope my Tyrion "Uncle", like my "gift!"

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