Azeroth’s Death Track

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It was already a day after Wenlesa Windrunner woke up again.

She felt an unfamiliar force sleeping in her body, and there was still a strange smell in her mouth, which should be the smell of dragon blood, but her spirit was very good, because of insomnia for a long time. The resulting emotional mania and dark circles have been eliminated.

The huge vitality gave her a change from the inside out, and now, this change is just the beginning.

She woke up from the wetland woods. She was covered with a thick, shabby fluff. This should belong to Master Luo Ning. She stood up and looked around. This was a place she had never been to. In this makeshift camp, a pot was boiling hot water and venison, while Luo Ning was squatting by a stream 50 meters away from her, cleaning the fur of its prey.

"They are gone, right?"

Wen Leisa walked over and leaned against the tree, looking at Luo Ning, she said softly:

"She didn't even say goodbye to me..."

"No, actually, she said."

Luo Ning turned his head and gave a dark smile to the sad Wen Leisa:

"She really said that I was by the side, I heard very clearly...No matter what she became, but Wen Lei, I can see that she loves you very much."

"Of course she loves me, she is my sister."

Wen Leisa also returned a pale smile. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath:

"But it's a pity that she loves Tyrion more, that's it... I was abandoned, just like I lost my mother, and now I have also lost my sister, I will always lose, I know, she can never be came back."

Hearing this, Luo Ning sighed and set aside the deer in his hand. He washed his hands and walked over to stand next to Wenresa. He looked at the sad elf in front of his eyes. The relationship was much closer, and he put aside his hatred and disgust for Tyrion in his mind, and said to Wen Lei Sa:

"Hey, little girl, don’t think so, don’t hate your loved ones. Actually, I saw him in that dark alley after you were in a coma, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, he stood there , He looked at you, and I can see that in addition to the dreadful look in his eyes, there is actually warmth."

"He is a murderous devil, yes, if I have a sword, if I can fight against him, I will pierce the sword into his heart without hesitation, but this does not mean...it does not mean that you want to deny it all. He, I mean, at least in his attitude towards you, he is the same as Ms. Aurelia, they treat you as a loved one, even after death."

Luo Ning smiled, with a touch of tears in his eyes, his voice deeper:

"Actually, I actually envy you... I don’t have any parents, and I don’t know why they threw me at the entrance of the sewer in Dalaran. I envy you, Wenlessa, although it’s not an angel who protects you. It’s an undead, but at least someone guards you..."

"Have anyone ever said that it makes you cry to look bad?"

Wen Leisa raised her head with tears in her eyes, but she looked at Luo Ning with a smile and said seriously:

"Thank you, I know, you suffered a lot for me..."

The Windrunner sister opened her arms and leaned her head against Luo Ning's chest in a hug that was not skilled:

"I don’t like you, Luo Ning, at least I don’t love you...but I don’t hate you either, I hate you like Maris, maybe, maybe we can start now...but first I have to make sure Thing."

She looked up and looked at Luo Ning:

"You won't leave me, you won't leave me like your sister and brother-in-law, right?"

"Of course, I swear."

Luo Ning hugged Wen Lei Sa, two sad people snuggled between the forests of this wetland to warm them, the coldness of their hearts brought them close, but Luo Ning looked back to the distant foothills, the figure of the wild hammer dwarf Alfonso was He could not wipe it off like a shadow in his heart.

He had a hunch that maybe one day, he and Wen Lei Sa would face each other with Tyrion and Aurelia... certainly it would be like that.

That is the future that cannot be avoided.

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"Buzz"

The teleportation array thrown on the upper level of Grimbato began to launch. In the silence, the Archmage of Dalaran emerged from the light of teleportation.

Antonidas wore a blue robe and a staff in his hand. He watched the city under the mountain with vigilance, but there was only a silence in his eyes. He could still smell the blood, which made people sick, but here. .. there seems to be no living life here.

"The air here is terrible, maybe the dwarves forgot to open the window."

Archer Ansrem, who had a loose personality, made a bad joke, and followed the Archmage Modra behind him, glared at him, and stepped forward, waving his staff, and soon, a magical light Like the aura, it spreads in all directions from where the mage are.

"It's strange that there is no...no sign of life here."

Modra frowned and looked back at his companion:

"Where did the orcs go? And Luo Ning, why didn't the child activate the circle, and who were we called to?"

"it's me."

Modra’s question just came out, and a calm voice sounded behind everyone. The five mages who walked out of the portal lifted their arms in unison, and in the irritable magic floating, Card slowly slowed down from Walking out of the dark alley, he brought no trace of malice, but looked calmly at his former companion, his silver eyes beating with unknown light.

"lay down your weapon!"

Grand Master Antonidas said in a cold voice: "Let's put down the weapon, everyone, this is Khadgar. Although it doesn't look like he was once, but...at least he is not malicious."

The Archmage touched the white beard. He looked at Khadgar in front of him:

"You are not malicious, right?"

"of course."

Khadgar shrugged and replied easily:

"If I have, then after you cross the portal, you will face 1,200 high-level death knights who are fully armed, and 6 death lords and blood masters that are difficult to deal with. I will ambush some colosses here, don’t ask me what the colossus is? You won’t want to know that answer.”

"So, are you serving Tyrion now? For that undead?"

The grumpy Archmage Deran stepped forward, staring at Khadgar with his eyes fiery:

"You betrayed Azeroth?"

"Don't be so ugly, Drandon, for your tongue, you should shut up here."

Khadgar waved his hands in disgust:

"I always hate you, in fact, I don't like any of you... well, except Prince Kael'thas, I like to deal with high-level elves like you who have learned so much."

Hearing this, the other Archmages narrowed their eyes, and the handsome Prince Kael'thas was a little embarrassed. He did not know whether he should be happy or vigilant in the face of Khadgar's praise, which had obviously changed.

"you!"

Master Drandon felt insulted, but at the moment he spoke, Khadgar's fingers swiped outward, crazy, a huge storm that made the Masters stunned. The magic mixed with shadow, frost and curse The storm, just like the blade that swept through everything, easily cut the building behind everyone.

"I said, shut up!"

Khadgar's silver light beating:

"If you don't, I don't mind... teach you personally!"

"Or do you really think that you have the so-called quantitative advantage?"

The big lich chuckled and flicked his fingers. The golden rune lock wrapped his body. Seeing this scene, an incredible light flashed in Prince Kael'thas's eyes, and his voice was a little trembling:

"Lich! You actually...you turned yourself into a lich!"

For a time, Kael'thas' voice was like the same cold wind, which wiped out the inner anger of the Archmage of Dalaran. Everyone here knows what the concept of "lich" is, if they have before After taking Khadgar's ideas, now they should consider how to protect themselves.

"Thank you for your versatility, so I don’t need to bother to explain what a monster I am now."

Khadgar nodded. He spread his hands and said helplessly:

"But to be honest, the process was very painful. I don't recommend you try it. It really is... very painful, well, after the chat, let's talk about the business."

The big lich put away his rune lock, the magical oppression suddenly disappeared, the mage's breathing became heavy, and they watched Khadgar vigilantly, while the latter moved his fingers with ease on his face and said calmly. :

"I know why you came here. The Queen of Red Dragons is in the cave at the bottom of the city. You better inform the Red Dragons to pick her up. After all...the blood has been drained from the whole body, even if it is the Queen of Red Dragons Powerful creature, I don’t know if she can survive. In addition... I’m staying here to send you a message for Tyrion, our King of Blades."

Khadgar spoke Tyrann's name in a mocking tone. He flicked his fingers and said to the Archmage:

"The era of change is coming, it will be controlled by us, by the necromancers, and what Tyrion wants to tell you is simple...to sum up in one sentence."

"Don't worry about anything, don't try to stop, hide in Dalaran to study your magic or tremble, whatever you want... that's it."

"You! You and your undead, too...too arrogant!"

Archmage Drandon gritted his teeth to say this, and the next moment, the light in Khadgar's eyes became irritable.

"I didn't say that! You are deaf ears? I told you not to talk... I hate your voice, why... why do you irritate me? I really, I just wanted to have a good chat with you guys" "About the fact that you let Warlock magic spread everywhere in Dalaran, but now it seems that you... you are really alive and impatient, Drandon."

"It's okay, okay, life is a cage, and death is relief, you are too tired to live."

"Let me relieve you, anyway, you will not act according to Tyrion's advice, it is better to give you a little "lesson" in advance, yes, lesson, I like this word!"

Khadgar chuckled, a huge portal suddenly opened behind him, and in the eyes of the Archmage shocked, a super monster made of flesh and steel came out of the portal, which was 10 meters high. His body caused Archmage Antonidas to wave his staff subconsciously, and a portal opened beside the mage.

But at the next moment, the portal that suddenly opened was severely crushed by the powerful magic power.

"You want to know what a colossus is? Don't try to hide me. I used to be a mage. I know how much the curiosity of the mage... See, you see it with your own eyes now."

The rune locks outside Khadgar’s body emerged again, accompanied by the spread of dark magic all around, and the upper level of Grimbathor, who was crumbling under the pressure of the dead Gron, was once again forcibly closed and solidified by the space stand up.

"Drandon, I have to tell you a very unfortunate news, because you always like to give people some insulting nicknames. By the way, what was my original nickname?" Egg"? Right, this is it! Um, because of this."

Khadgar pulled out the guardian's staff behind him and moved his shoulders. He looked at the angry old mage with a poisonous mouth. He said easily:

"So you are going to die...just today! Oh, yes, I forgot to tell everyone that we stored something in this city...If I remember correctly, it should be 22,000 orcs Corpse, so come on, we have enough viewers, so let's make it lively here!"

"Powerful Gruul, kill him!"

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