Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Well"

A low whisper sounded in the dark stone room, like the last breath of the dying person, full of corruption and despair, but in the stone room filled with the runes of the dead, it represents awake .

That is awake in long sleep.

"Wow"

The tightly closed sarcophagus was violently pushed away from the inside, and the heavy stone cover hit the ground, making a noisy sound. At the next moment, a dark figure sat up from the sarcophagus, and he looked around blankly. , Seems to be still entangled in the dormant dream and reality, but after a while, the pair of pale green eyes became alive.

"Click"

The slender figure climbed up from the sarcophagus. He lowered his head and looked at the black horn covering the body. It looked like a hard shell remaining after the insects had cocooned. Some places had been broken, exposing the black shell. Next, that fresh and smooth skin is like new skin.

The awakening guy frowned, and this action caused the scabs on his face to begin to fall off. This disgusting scene caused him to close his eyes, accompanied by the surge of more powerful and gentle death energy in his body. The cold current bursting out completely removed the black scabs on the body surface. Soon, a slim and fit body appeared in the darkness.

He closed his eyes and groped in the dark. Soon, on the table next to the sarcophagus, he felt familiar armor. The sensitive touch brought by the new body made him a little difficult to adapt. It was like, like It is back to the state when I was alive, and the senses are directly connected to the soul, rather than the dry transmission.

In the rustling sound, black, delicate, heavy armor painted with thorns and skulls was put on the body, his fingers were beating on the table, and finally he gripped the last hilt, The cold weapon and slim body contained new power. This original heavy sword was like a feather in his hand, and the roar of breaking through the air seemed very dangerous between waving at will.

"Click"

Phoenix's epee was inserted back into the scabbard behind him. He put his fingers in his armor, buckled the lanyard, and then stepped forward, accompanied by the dim light of the crystal lamp, the awakened death lord opened his eyes, In front of him was a dark mirror, probably because no one had taken care of it for a long time. The surface of the mirror was covered with dust, and only a blurry shadow could be seen.

He stretched out his fingers and wiped off the dust on the mirror surface. What came into his eyes was the fresh face of his life. Even his gray eyes restored the pale green of the life, except for the long gray hair. In addition, on this body, almost no trace of death remains.

It was once again injected with vitality, but unfortunately, the person who dominates this fresh body is still a slightly tired and indifferent soul.

"not bad."

Serent Firewing stood in front of the mirror and turned left and right. Eventually, he nodded slightly with satisfaction. The blood elf of the life-binder is better than he thought.

The death lord looked back at the sarcophagus in the middle of the stone room. He retracted his gaze and walked to the exit. Before leaving, he took off the black iron war bow hanging on the wall, carried it behind his back, and then strode out of the stone room.

It took him five minutes to reach the top palace of the Dark Temple. This new body was pure and powerful. The flexibility that was weakened by death also returned to him, allowing him to regain his sensitivity as a ranger. When Serent came to the rooftop hall, the other death lords were already in the ranks. They stood in the hall and were talking quietly, and in front of everyone, it was the frozen throne.

Obviously, the death lords are waiting for the awakening of the King of Blades.

"Yo, I seem to be the last one to wake up."

Serent walked into the lords, greeted several acquaintances, and finally stood beside Roglio. This guy remained as silent as before, although he also recovered the same body as the living. , But the cold lingering on Rogge was still more like an orthodox undead than Serent.

Beside them, Luminas is whispering with Yrel and Queen Lexi about some topics that will be of interest to girls. The more beautiful appearance and fresh skin make them very satisfied, and the fighting power is improved. , Was thrown aside by these two guys who value appearance more.

The two orcs leaned on the stone pillars at the rear, almost the same as before.

The blood lords are on the other side, benefiting from the ability to draw blood. They also received the essence of the dragon king’s blood and did not sleep, but replaced it with a longer period of adaptation. Their power comes from the blood, and To control the blood of this powerful dragon king, what they need is adaptation and practice day after day.

On the right side of the death lords and blood lords, stood the hostess Aurelia, who was holding her adopted daughter, Dornan. The blade of dawn was curiously watching the knights around, and was completely adapted to death. After the existence of the spirit, the children no longer feared, but developed a strong interest in them.

"Click"

A slightly inaudible shattering sound rang from the ice in front of me, like a thunderous thunder, letting all the sounds dissipate at this moment, everyone's eyes turned to the throne in front, in the crystal clear cold A line of cracks has appeared on the surface of the ice, just like the frequency of breathing, it quickly spreads on the thick ice.

Soon, the solid ice covering the throne and Tyrion himself was covered with cobweb-shaped cracks, and the ice king’s blue eyes blinked in it, and soon, the broken ice Fanned out in an explosive manner.

But the splashing ice cubes did not harm anyone. They were evolved from Tyrion’s death energy. After the King of the Undead awakened completely, the ice cubes quickly dissipated into a ray of dark red. The rays of light, wrapped around the surface of Terion’s body, return to their origins.

"Wow"

Lord Darkblade stood up from the cold throne. His whole body was wrapped with unimaginable heavy energy. The activated body became tougher, just like the container itself was expanded, and the death energy in the body had been concentrated to the limit. Once began to breed, this time no longer need to blasphemy the demon seal, at the moment Tyrion's fingers crossed, the heavy energy of death wrapped around his body, like a set of armor given by darkness.

Behind him, the folded wings of energy slowly shook, and then suddenly opened, just like the shadow of the sky and the sun, covering Tirion himself, the next second, accompanied by the king of the dark blade Gathering the energy in his body, the wings that enveloped his body turned into black plumes, dissipating in the condensed air.

"Is enough rest? You guys?"

Tyrion sat back on the throne again, his hands on the armrests, his eyes swept across the crowd in front of him, he whispered:

"Remember when we came to Delano, I promise you the future?"

"We will return to the place where we were born, we will reshape the world in our own way, we will avenge those black hands hidden behind the curtain of the world, for a great goal, we unite together and fight so far.. . No need to wait any longer."

"It's time! You... It's time to announce our existence to Azeroth, it's time to tremble the living, the era of ours has begun, and the only thing I can't be sure is...you are ready Yet?"

"I'm already impatient waiting."

In the silence of the crowd, Luminas, with her arms folded, shouted:

"Go, Tyrion! Take us back to Azeroth! Scour that world with death and blood, and build our dark empire!"

"Hehehe, I know."

Tyrion gave a deep laugh:

"I knew you were ready to prepare for war! Let Khadgar begin to widen the door of darkness, all doubts will be answered in the war, that bad world, so many admirable people are looking for a Reasons to unite all living beings... let us satisfy them!"

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The mainland of Draenor, Gorgrond, the center of the Yongmao woodland, the great lich Khadgar, awakened from several months of dormancy, stood quietly by the pool, and in the pool in front of him, the Dray immersed in the water The surface of the Ni people's ecological ship has been completely wrapped in fresh vines. Under the more sensitive touch of the big lich, under the steel shell, the powerful source of life has been fully awakened.

Like a huge heart beating, with the frequency of breathing, the trees in the entire Yongmao woodland are growing rapidly. In just a few months, the original barren land of Gorund, now has three One part has been covered by lush vegetation.

The power of life contained in the awakened creature in front of him is something that Khadgar has never seen in any classics. The pure, aggression and expansion of life power, in the magical vision of the big lich, It seems so grim.

And beside him, standing two teachers, one tall and one short, are living people, but they were trembling and did not say a word. Obviously, they were in extreme fear.

The death knight Joe El, who obeyed Khadgar's orders, stood beside the big lich. When Khadgar turned his head, the death knight said in a hoarse voice:

"Tyrian has been awakened, he has released war mobilization, and the undead in the entire outer domain have begun to gather... he does not want to wait any longer."

"Of course he doesn't want to."

Khadgar said calmly:

"If I sit in such a huge legion and catch up with the flames of Azeroth, I will panic, and I will not wait any longer. Tyrion is a man who is very good at seizing opportunities. The decision is not surprising. Frankly speaking, having such a resolute leader can occasionally make people feel at ease."

"Joe, report to the Hellfire Legion. From now on, if you want to become a loyal subordinate of Tyrion, you can perfectly complete any tasks he has ordered, and you don’t need to hide anything from him. I will contact you when necessary. your."

"Observe, my lord!"

Joe Ayre did not refute anything, he just accepted the order like a real death knight, and then strode away from the Yongmao woodland, so in this prosperous, full of twisted vitality forest, only three people, three Masters.

"A long time will always make people forget many things, but the light of friendship will not fade in the passage of time."

Khadgar turned around and looked at the human mage behind him, a weird smile on his cold face:

"My friend Arugal, don't you plan to say something to me?"

Under the gaze of the big lich's cold eyes, he was stunned violently, and then the human mage Aruga, who flew all the way to the mainland of Draenor, clenched his fists. These days he has been very difficult, especially in his heart. Humiliated and anxious, he looked at Khadgar, he gritted his teeth and said:

"What do you want me to say to you? Your subordinate killed my mentor... Master Wuer has no fight with the world, he will not join your war at all, the old man with no edging is innocent, why do you want to kill He? Why did you keep me alive?"

"The blood watcher assassinated the Archmage Ur also paid a price. Ms. Nasa was injured and 4 new recruits of the watchman died in Dalaran. This is all because of your uncooperation!"

Khadgar said indifferently:

"Your stupid choice made me lose a precious ally, and you don't know what I'm doing. The King of the Necromancer will bring destruction to your world, and what I want is different from him.. .You just need to know this! I am taking the risk, and taking you back to Draenor is not listening to you reprimanding me. Now, tell me, are you willing to obey me, or do you want to continue doing right with me?"

"Hugh wants me to serve you!"

Aruga stared at Khadgar with hatred in his eyes: "The Gilneas never succumb!"

"Really sorry..."

Khadgar shook his head, and the sudden burst of cold breath instantly frozen the high-level wizard Aru into an ice sculpture. His angry expression remained on his face, and life... The fire of life has been completely extinguished.

The big lich was like killing a reptile, and he looked at the dwarf mage beside Arugal again. A little curiosity flashed in Khadgar's eyes:

"Mr. Millhouse, as far as I know, no one in Dalaran can survive the chaotic transmission of space. You are the first..."

The Pygmy Archmage looked pale. He looked at Arugao, who was frozen into ice sculpture. He swallowed hard, swiped his fingers, and said with a sharp voice unique to the dwarf:

"That's all luck...if not for your help, I'm afraid I would have been killed in a fall from a high altitude..."

"So I saved you...Milhouse, you have to learn to be grateful and serve me...I will only say it once..."

Seeing Khadgar's fingertips gleaming with the magic of ice, the gnome mage decisively counseled. He knelt on one knee on the ground and bowed his head to Khadgar:

"Okay, okay! I am willing...to serve you, powerful Mr. Lich."

"No! Not for me."

Khadgar corrected the misstatement of Millhouse Mana Storm. He pointed to the sky to the southeast and said softly:

"To serve our master, the king of the undead Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, keep this in mind!"

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