Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tyrion did not specifically ambush Nefarian in Redridge Mountains.

In fact, he didn't even know that Nefarian would go this way. He gave the death lords a holiday and let them go hunting, in order to cover up his whereabouts. He quietly came to Red Ridge Mountain to do his own thing.

He came here to observe the living conditions of the draenei who have lived in Redridge Mountains for more than a year, and to find opportunities to meet the Prophet Velen.

The King of Blades and the Prophet had a deal. He knew that the Prophet was an outright "Draenei existentialist." As long as it was good for his people, the Prophet would not refuse, provided that these things could not violate the old stubborn heart. The faith of the Holy Light.

However, Tyrion dismissed the idea after seeing the temporary homes of the Draenei in the foothills of Redridge Mountains.

The draenei people seem to have discovered a new gathering place, and have begun a large-scale transfer. This transfer has lasted for a while, because there are only less than 3 draenei left in the Red Ridge Mountains. Thousands of people, and these people outside the region have also crossed the mountains, on the other side of the Red Ridge Mountains, built a pier on the mountains against the endless sea.

Obviously, the prophet did not relax this year. He did not forget the threat from Draenor, and was quietly sending his clan to the place away from the dark door...

Moreover, for the King of Dark Blades, an undead dragon mount made by a black dragon will not make him feel honored. In fact, he likes his current mount, which is given to him by the king of Raven, This death raven is fierce and loyal, and even after death, the feathers retain a low-key luxury dark blue, flying fast, and most importantly, the riding experience is very comfortable, at least it is a death knell than Tyrion. To be more comfortable.

He didn't have the idea of ​​changing the mount in a short time, but now, the foolish **** Nefarian actually wounded it and tore its wings, despite being repaired by the energy of death, what Tyrion called the "duke". The crow can recover, but it was a long process, and the destruction of the beloved thing completely angered the stubborn fire inside the undead.

Tyrion is also a necromancer...he also has something in his heart.

"Roar"

Seeing the raven hit, it attracted the difficult master. Nefarian's eyes flashed with impatience. It turned his head and sprayed the sky of flames of flame, covering his huge body in the hot halo. And then flapped his wings and wanted to leave here.

But just as it was flying higher, a beating of dark red energy separated the falling flames from the sky, and it was buckled on its claws. The black dragon turned his head and looked at it, seeing Tyrion’s left hand twirling. The energy of death, like a rope, soared from the ground and rushed towards it, and the flames scattered in the sky could not approach him at all.

There was a cold storm around the body of the death knight, and substantial snow fell in the air around him, extinguishing those burning flames.

"boom"

At the moment the death twine ended, the death knight grabbed the black dragon's fierce claws. He jumped hard and jumped behind Nefarian's forgiveness. The buzzing magic sword Apocalypse was held back in his hands. Stabbing the back of the black dragon covered with scales and bone plates.

"Tear it"

The dragon scale strong enough to resist the frontal bombardment of the artillery was torn apart like a fragile paper under the sharp blade, the dragon blood splashed out, and the more painful thing was that the apocalypse also used strange power when it penetrated the body. Pierced Nefarian's soul, and soul, soul will not heal.

"Aoao"

The Prince of Black Dragon didn't expect this guy's first attack to be arrogant to this point. It knew that the death knight who was not astonishing in front of him was a real ruthless character. He quickly recited powerful magic in Dragon language, but Before waiting for Nefarian's magic to end, Tyrion pulled out his blade and placed his left hand in the wound under his foot.

The ice-blue eyes turned into red at this moment. The irresistible blood-sucking instinct of the first generation of Rhine worked on the black dragon prince’s wound. For a time, the bleeding bleeding, when the muscle was closed, the wound that had begun to heal slowly Once torn apart, and this time the destructive power comes from the blood flowing in each blood vessel of Nefarian.

The scorching blood with powerful magic power wrapped around Terion’s body, forming a bright red magic shield. The death knight grinned and advanced on the tumbling body of the black dragon prince. The energy of death was intertwined under his feet. He was "sticky" behind Nefarian.

"puff"

Another stabbing into the body, even the soul seems to be paralyzed.

"How dare you! How dare you!"

Nefarian's roar accompanied the first completed Dragon Talk magic resounding through the sky of Redridge Mountains, like a thunderstorm. At the moment the Dragon Talk magic was completed, the black flames spread around the dragon's body , Dozens of small magic vortexes surround Tyraine, turning the most terrifying flame that the Black Dragon has in his hands into a fireball, and hit the death knight like a barrage.

This black flame is the dark flame, which is the strongest and most corrosive of all the flames of Azeroth. It is almost like a poison. It can corrode a steel gate in a moment, but now However, it encountered an uncorruptible opponent.

The black flame smashed around Tyrion’s body and was blocked in the air by the dragon blood shield. After Nefarian strengthened the magic power, the dragon blood shield was barely broken, but the next layer was indeed made of cold An anti-magic shield composed of death energy. This thing is connected with the death energy in the body of Tyrion, and uses the consumption of death energy to fight against the magic power, and wants to consume the death energy in the body of Tyrion like the sea. .. Nefarian alone may not be able to do it.

"boom"

Apocalypse swept forward in Tyrion’s hands. The black energy blade was like a blade for scraping fish scales, breaking apart the dragon scales at the foot of the death knight. The broken dragon scales were stained with blood stains and flew in the air. It also destroyed the hidden magic on the surface of Nefarian. When the highly distinctive faucet appeared in Tyrion's eyes, the King of Dark Blades made a strange laugh that made the scalp tingle.

"It turns out to be you, Nesario's son, Nefarian... your sister called me "Uncle", maybe you should call me that too!"

Nefarian, who was tortured by the pain, can no longer afford to fight with Tyrion. He is now fully thinking about how to throw this difficult guy out of the body, so the prince is like a juggler. Rolling above the clouds, doing all kinds of difficult movements, but Tirion seemed to take root, standing firmly behind him, waving the apocalypse, and madly harvesting the fresh blood of Prince Black Dragon.

Longyu magic smashed out one by one, but the anti-magic shield on the surface of Tyrion’s body was like a sinking sea. Under extreme frustration, Nefarian made a very humiliating action. In the air, his body was enveloped by the magic of transforming, and quickly changed from a behemoth with a length of more than 50 meters into a slender human.

His face was pale, suspended in the air by magic power, he held his black stone scepter in his hand, and there were blood stains on his black robe, but looking at Tyrion that had fallen behind the sea of ​​clouds, the black dragon prince was still subconsciously comfortable. Took a breath.

"It's 4,000 meters above the ground...Go to death, the stubborn death knight, you die, no one knows what happened here, you damn... you..."

"Wow"

Nefarian's angry words were not finished. The spectacular clouds like white land in front of him were disturbed by a entangled storm. In the mist like the eyes of the storm, Tyrion's body appeared in front of him again. .

There was a pair of flapping bat wings on the back of the death knight, and his original beautiful face also became distorted, looking like a legendary demon, while the king of the dark blade looked at him indifferently. Prince of the Black Dragon, he shook the magic blade in his hand, throwing away the dragon blood remaining on the blade of the apocalypse.

"I really don't want to expose this ugly gesture in front of others, but it doesn't matter..."

With the bat wings behind, the figure of the death knight rushed towards Nefarian, who was like a sharp arrow.

"As long as you die, no one will know all this."

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"Aoao"

The weak roar was mixed with uncoverable pain. In the barren mountainous area where the Red Ridge Mountains and the Burning Plains meet, a huge black figure crashed down from the sky.

The original smooth and graceful wings swayed weakly in the wind, and the wounded body, almost all the body's blood was drained, like a heavy stone, it was hit **** the sharp mountain stone. In between, the broken wound on the back was torn apart again, and the blood-stained dragon scales were flying everywhere.

Nefarian had thought about the future many times in his long life, but he never thought that this barren mountain would be his last cemetery.

Like a dying snake, it raised its head hard and looked at the slowly falling figure in the sky, slender and full of darkness, like a visitor to hell. At the time of death, Nefarian didn't know the undead in front of him. Name, but it doesn't care about these anymore.

In the eyes that had begun to shatter, Nefarian vaguely saw his mother, his father, the madman like the king of the black dragon, and the self-proclaimed wrecker of the wings of death. Every day and night in the Rock Island like hell, in the crazy act of the Death Wing killing its own blood, it and its sister are protected by a mother in a remote corner.

Until they had the ability to fly, they were sent to the surface by their mothers. The growth experience of the brothers and sisters with the blood of the wings of death was not smooth sailing. Nefarian remembered that they and their sisters had to give all their talents. Hard times to barely guarantee survival.

Once upon a time, the relationship between it and its sister was very good. When they depended on each other, they always protected each other and helped each other. But when did the two begin to turn against each other?

The throne of the King of Blackstone is so cold, fighting with fellow races is so boring, and it is so disgusting to avoid those secret conspiracies.

"Ao"

Nefarian groaned, looking at the figure that was getting closer, and closed his eyes hard.

What does it want?

Maybe it’s not a very difficult goal...it may want it, just like the dragons of other legions, it can fly freely in the sky of Azeroth. It may just want to be worshipped by mortals. , Bowed down by them, what it wanted, maybe just to regain the glory of the black dragon that was left by his father...

It was like a beautiful dream, for which it did not hesitate to part ways with her sister, but just did not know... Onyxia will feel sad for it after receiving news of its death.

No... no, its younger sister only feels relieved.

"Oni...Yes...I'm sorry."

Tyrion stood quietly between the rocks and watched the huge black dragon in front of him swallow his last breath. The soul of a powerful black dragon like Nefarian is very difficult to control in the abyss of the underworld, unless that Halaist Come and take it with your own Vagri, which is why giant dragons that have died for hundreds of years will naturally recover into dragon lich, their souls can only wait for nature to dissipate, or they are still bound to the dead body .

This helped Tyrion a great deal. His left hand rested on Nefarian’s still-heated corpse. With the death energy like the ocean, he came out of the nest, and the corpse of the dying dragon in front of him was flying fast. Refilled.

"Prince Black Dragon, I heard your last wish."

There was a hint of fine flash in Tyrion's eyes, and he said softly:

"Since I have to apologize, why not meet her in person? I believe that Ms. Catalina will definitely welcome you very much, and by the way, on behalf of a dear uncle, meet my unfamiliar niece... "

"My messenger Nefarian, take my greetings to Stormwind."

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