Azeroth’s Death Track

For some reason, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to visit this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name www.wuxiaspot.com (the first letter of literature + org dot com, wuxiaspot.com) to find the way home!

Crying is one of the best ways to release stress.

When you feel very depressed and very painful, a person crying in the room can often release your emotions and gain more courage to face the unknown in the future. In fact, crying is more like It is a special "device" on the spiritual level of living people. The existence of this mechanism allows people to withstand more pressure without collapsing.

Of course, it means nothing to the dead, because the dead do not cry, nor do they need to cry.

Wen Lei Sa, who had been crying happily, was in a much better mood, although in the end she still packed the bacon into her belly at the request of Aurelia.

It's not that Thunderblade knights are beginning to become frugal. In fact, the seemingly ordinary bacon is very precious...that was prepared by Aurelia for her ignorant sister.

That's the food that no one would dare to think about... Dragon meat, the most nutritious part of the dragon's body, it can quickly restore life to the most perfect state, and Aurelia also needs a healthy Wenlessa.

Because only people who are healthy enough can get through everything that they have to face next.

"Where are you taking me? Sister"

Wen Leisa. Windrunner grabbed her sister's hand and followed Aurelia among the undead, where the **** mother went, and the high-level knights who guarded on both sides leaned over to salute, which made Wen Leisa There is an unreal feeling.

She looked at the high-level undead with different forms, including the orcs she had seen, the draenei she had never seen, some humans, dwarves, and finally some crows with strange forms like birds.

She has never seen such a creature in this world, and the most important thing is that the high-level undead who can appear on this road to the underground, each emits a very dangerous atmosphere, Wen Lei Sa In comparison, in her heart, as long as she meets more than two high-level knights, she will be dead.

There are at least thousands of dangerous high-level knights like this...Gosh! No wonder Prince Kael'thas thought about it and wanted to get in touch with Tyrion again. Sitting in such a legion is really too dangerous and too powerful.

But these powerful undeads were like servants, saluting their sisters obediently, which made Wen Leisa's head full of romantic knight novels, and began to think about the nobility of her sister in this army. status.

"They don't respect me, they respect the person standing behind me."

Aurelia didn't look back, but from her sister's silence, she could probably guess what Wenleiza was thinking. While greeting the dead lords, she whispered:

"Tirion started from scratch in the world of Draenor, and it took four years to build up all this. He took them to defeat all the powers of that world, and even defeated the indestructible demon head-on. The undisputed leader of the Cavaliers, all people, no matter what race or where they come from, are proud of their allegiance to him and are willing to dedicate everything to his cause."

"As for me... my position is awkward, Winresa, I have just really entered this group, but it is difficult for me to get their respect and obedience... So, don’t trouble me and Tyrion later. , Okay?"

When she said this, Aurelia looked at her sister seriously, Wen Leisa lowered her head, and when she was beside her, she looked like a little girl. She nodded reluctantly, Then there was a faint voice of resistance:

"I don't just cause trouble..."

"Ugh..."

Aurelia sighed, helped her sister smooth her hair, and then said:

"Come with me, I will take you to meet Tyrion and meet your brother-in-law."

Wenlessa followed Aurelia to the bottom of Grim Bator. Here she came, and the Red Dragon Queen was held here. She took a deep breath and followed her sister into the huge, heat-emitting cave in front of her. in.

At the end of this broad crypt, the huge red dragon queen was still lying there. Her weak body seemed to be imprisoned by some powerful dark force, and she fell into a strange coma, around the queen's huge body, The Blood Mage are trying their best to maintain this magical imprisonment, but if it is not the Dragon Soul that causes Alexstrasza to fall into weakness, they simply cannot restrain her.

"Yo, look at who this is!"

At the moment when Wenlesa walked into the crypt, a frivolous voice came from behind her. The ranger turned around and saw that Luminas, the death lord wearing black thorn armor and a fiery red hair, was curious. Look at her.

Those blood-red eyes like her sister stared at her, and looked at her. The pressure from Luminas was stronger than those of the high-level knights outside, and even Wenresa had a feeling of breathlessness.

"So, you're Terion's little sister?"

Luminas stepped forward, not at all like a silent private person. She stretched out her hand and picked up Wen Leisa's shoulder. She whispered:

"I also heard that you provoked that **** Nasa? Good job! Little girl... but with your strength, this behavior may be a bit stupid."

"I...I didn't do it on purpose."

Wen Leisa's tone was a little lost, because the few people present, each person's strength is much stronger than her, she feels like she has broken into the fragile and cute newness of the big brother's assembly, don't know what to do I don't know what attitude to face these "cruel" gangsters.

"But you did that. Although it is a bit stupid, it at least shows that you have the courage to resist, which is good."

Another hoarse voice joined the conversation, and Wen Leisa turned around and saw the draenei lord who was higher than her. The latter had a gentle smile on his face, if it was not known in advance that it was one Named Undead, Wenlessa will definitely think that this is a real living person.

God, the smile on her face, the flexible eyes, are no different from living people.

"Yrel, from Delano, maybe we can be friends, little beauty."

Yrel stretched out his hand towards Winlessa, and Mengxin Ranger took Yrel’s hand flatteringly. She whispered:

"Thanks, you are also...beautiful."

"But it's useless for the dead to be beautiful...power, strength, these are the most important."

Yrel smiled at Venresa if he pointedly, and then turned and shook his tail to leave. Venresa's gaze soon stayed on the small tail swaying around Yrel, not even noticing the others. near.

"Little Wen Leisa, you...shouldn't be here."

A familiar voice froze Wen Leiza in place, she turned around suddenly, and saw the elite rangers she once knew, Serente Firewing and Rogerio Sunfury, she was somewhat at a loss, wondering What to say, but Serent just stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder:

"This is a gathering of the dead, and there is no benefit for the living to stay here."

"Let's find time to leave, little Wenresa, go back to Quel'Thalas, and never come back."

Rogge also patted Wen Lei's shoulder, but before leaving, he carefully and carefully handed his storage ring to Wen Lei, whispering:

"Here are some small toys I made, help me give it to my son... Kane Sunfury, and then tell my Kane that his father still loves him as he used to."

Afterwards, there were two orc death lords. Wen Lei Sa did not talk to them, nor was it necessary. The hatred of high elves and orcs is not so easy to eliminate, but looking at his sister and the two orcs Saying hello, Wen Lei Sa felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

No matter what they were in life, these people... these dead people, after they died, they had a common name and a common race, the undead, and perhaps the hatred that only belonged to the living also disappeared along with the death.

"Is it all here?"

A low hollow voice awakened Wen Leisa from contemplation. She looked up and saw the man standing in front of the huge figure of the Queen of Red Dragon, Tyrion. Dawnblade, who was called by her as his brother For 300 years, she was a relative.

At the call of Tyrion, the big lich, the Necromancer and the Blood Mage stepped forward to form a circle, and Tyrion stood in front of that circle.

Wen Leisa's fingers tightened, looking at the situation in front of her, she suddenly realized that she might be witnessing a very important scene for the undead.

"My brothers and sisters, we have established the Dark Blade Knights together. We have gone all the way to the present. We have experienced too many, we have sacrificed, we have seen disasters, we have resisted and defeated powerful opponents... I promised you that the shackles trapped in everyone will be smashed one by one! We did it, but that is just the beginning!"

Tyrion spread his arms. Behind him, the red dragon queen radiated a faint fiery red light above her comatose body, like a ball of light illuminating the darkness.

"I promised you that we will get more powerful power, no matter what we are going to do, destroy, or protect, destroy, or rebuild, all this is built on the strength of self, and you You have proven that you can and are qualified to control more powerful forces!"

Lord Darkblade's gaze flashed over everyone's eyes in front of him, paused on Wenlessa, he withdrew his gaze, he reached over and took the twisted dagger that Nasa handed over, the magic and the rune of the necromantic light The dagger glowed with merciless cold light, and in his other hand, he held the crystal cup sent by Aurelia.

He turned around, and under the watch of all the lords, he raised his dagger and stabbed hard into the stiff scales of the unconscious Red Dragon Queen. Between the broken scales, the unconscious queen let out a sigh of thunder. Moaning, and with the launch of Sarin's blood-sucking ability, a group of scorching dragon blood suspended in the air, under the control of the blood mage, this king's blood was compressed a little bit, purified, until the end, it was like fresh Like living wine, it fell into the glass in Tyrion's hands.

Lord Darkblade shakes the crystal cup, and the purified dragon blood emits a scorching breath, just like the magma contained in the cup.

Tyrion walked in front of Khadgar and looked at the big lich, and the big lich also looked at him. Both of them knew that although they were cooperating with each other, the purpose of the two sides was different, but Tyrion was still watching. , Handed the first cup of blood to Khadgar.

"Drink it, my brother."

"This blood of life will bring new life to our decaying body, it will bring us new power in pain, that power will become our sword, our shield, our war horse, and our Our lance, it will give us enough power to fight against real enemies!"

Tyrion's voice grew louder. In that hoarse and hollow voice, the entire cave seemed to sway under the influence of death energy, and the figure of the Lord of the Dark Blade became taller and louder.

"This sacred blood will become the bond that connects us to each other. Sacrifice is the basis of unity, and strength, power will allow us to completely sublime..."

"Drink, drink! My brother."

Tyrion looked at Khadgar and he said softly:

"This is the destiny written by us... drink it bravely and grab the throat of destiny!"

There was no change in the silver light in the eyes of the big lich. He held the wine glass, turned around, and looked at the death lords. He was silent for a moment, just like toasting at the grand banquet, holding the wine glass in his hand. Starting from:

"Witness me! Friends... Witness it all!"

"For our common cause... cheers!"

Khadgar raised his head and drank the dragon blood in the cup like hot lava. The next moment, his body began to tremble, just like drinking the magma raw, the scorching heat at this moment, even let The magic of the big lich began to be irritable, but after all, he was the strongest second to Tyrion in the current Dark Blade Knights. He quickly suppressed the restlessness in the body.

The big lich stepped aside and watched Tyrion once again took a glass of blood and handed it to Glokush who walked forward, and the orc swallowed the blood of the Dragon King without hesitation, completely without him The hesitation when drinking the blood of the devil, and the death lords also cheered this, the atmosphere is so fanatical that it is not like the necromancers are gathering at all.

It seems that Tyrion has indeed won their respect and trust, and he has not failed all this...

"So be it."

Khadgar closed his eyes slightly and leaned his body on the staff of the guardian. No one knew what the big lich was thinking, but at least for now, he was a member of the dark blade, no doubt.

If you like the death track of Azeroth, please collect it: (www.wuxiaspot.com) The literature update of Azeroth's death track is the fastest.