Azeroth’s Death Track

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The air battle in the Burning Plains continued until the time of midnight, and the Howler Legion lost almost a quarter of the Raven, and the result was that the Black Dragon Legion that followed Nefarian died two thirds on the spot.

Apart from those old black dragons who are hiding in all corners of the world, the new generation of the black dragon army that has been withering away has reached the edge of genocide.

In the past 10,000 years, the Black Dragon Legion was spurned by its own compatriots, hostile, chased, and the mad death wings did not put the development of the Black Dragon Legion in mind. It was full of thoughts to destroy this disgust for the new owner. In the world of Bronze Dragons that Tyrion has contacted, the number of adult giant dragons is around 1,000. If you add young dragons, you can easily break through 3000, which is almost three times more than the existing black dragons.

After nightfall, on the position of the Burning Plains, under the command of the King of Blades, a partial division was sent to Redridge Mountain for preliminary investigation, while the large troops were resting, to be precise, dressing up.

The weapons and armor continuously sent from the Dark Furnace were replaced by knights. These armor and weapons made by black iron forge masters are very good. Of course, the necrotic runes on the weapons need to be re-engraved by the knights themselves.

The armor brought from Draenor was devolved into the elite group of undead infantry, so that the defense and attack power of the lowest-level combat units of these Dark Blade Knights have also been improved to a certain extent.

At this time, in the Darkhearted City, in the arcane hall that originally belonged to the Emperor Thorison, the bodies of the captured black dragons are being demonized by the dark warlock group under the big lich, making bone dragons or undead dragons is cumbersome. The process, especially the production of hundreds of heads at one time, will cost Tirion a lot of precious time.

But once the bone dragon joins the dark blade combat unit, the strength of the Howler Legion will increase again, so Tyrion is willing to pay time to wait, anyway, now the storm kingdom's eyes are also attracted by the increasingly rebellious western wilderness, twilight The army corps recruitment in the forest necropolis is also proceeding in an orderly manner. When the young king noticed the deadly blade from behind, it was already unable to return to the sky.

In this calmer night than before, at the top of Blackrock Mountain, the death lords are still carrying out the final removal work. Some death knights found the place where the last rebellious orc hides, which is hidden deeper in the black wing nest The strange crypt is full of black dragon magic and engineering defense robots, and a strangely growing lava bug.

The not-so-large underground palace contains dangerous enemies. Tyrion originally planned to clean up the stuff left by Nefarian himself, but he was attracted by another thing, so the task of cleaning this underground palace , It was handed over to the death lords after a full warm-up. It is said that the two sons of Glokus were also hiding in the palace, so this clean-up operation was in charge of Glokus. In this kind of thing, Tyrion actually Don't mind pushing the boat along the river.

As Saurfang said, Tyrion is a keen person, he knows how to unite trusted subordinates around him.

Just as the Death Lord rushed into the Blackwing Blood Ring with an elite knight, in the ruins of the broken Blackstone Tower, Tyrion was standing in the center of the ruins, frowning, and looking at the corpse in front of him.

These are the bodies of the Burning Thorns trolls piled up by the knights. They should have been sent to the dark warlock and summoned as a necromancer, but the warlocks reported that the souls of these trolls could not be like other races. Called back by psychic like that, it's like something strange has detained their soul.

The news soon caught the attention of Tyrion, and intuitively told him that this matter should have something to do with the "death" believed in the troll tradition.

When he entered this world 300 years ago, Tyrion knew of the existence of the abyss of the underworld. It was a small plane attached to the real world. It was the home of the soul after the death of most races. Pull the ruler, and Hella is a cruel and cunning female lunatic, powerful, and irreconcilable with the leader of the Titan Guardian Odin.

That’s a level that Tirion can’t touch yet, so the King of Dark Blades is not in a hurry to explore the secrets of the Underworld Abyss, but it is said that when Hella rebelled, the "soul contact" created by the chief manager Odin himself "Introducer", not all of the angel-like creatures called Wagri rebelled with her, and some were scattered to various parts of the world to continue to fulfill their mission.

Only those very lucky guys can see these kind of Val'kyri in the spirit of soul after death, and there are so many Val'kyri who came to lead the soul in the near death, but they were finally The rescued guy began to preach the legend about angels. Over time, many civilized races including dwarves and gnomes began to believe in this legend. They called those kindly Vagri...soul healers.

Tyrion secretly searched for these Wagris. The instinct of capturing and healing the soul of Wagri who lives in the shadow realm is a fatal temptation for the Dark Blade Legion, but the search for the King of Dark Blade has never been found.

Although these Wagris scattered in various parts of the world are kind, they do not mean that they are weak, nor do they mean that they are stupid. They must have discovered the existence of Tyrion and also found Tyrion’s move to find them, but For some reason, they are reluctant to see each other.

"I can't find Wagri, but maybe I can find you..."

Tyrion squatted down and placed her finger on the body of the leader of the Burning Troll. This is a female troll. She wears a cumbersome and strange uniform and looks like a costume full of barbarism. It looks like a caster, but instead of using a staff or magic blade, he holds a weird voodoo war bow in his hand, and his quiver is filled with special bone arrows.

This guy is painted with oil paint on her face and looks powerful and unusual. She can use the ability of shadows. She is at a loss. At least 5 subordinate knights died in her hands. In the end, 3 high-level knights personally joined together. Killed her.

"Shadow Hunter...Luo's intimate attendant."

Tyrion closed his eyes as if he had touched Yrel’s soul in the dark temple. His huge cold soul was looking for the remaining fragments of soul in the corpse in front of him in a way of touching to find these giants. Where does the devil's soul belong.

And in the vision of pure soul, Tyrion saw the strange cracks shining above these trolls' bodies, just like a shadow gate, leading to a distant unknown place.

The King of Dark Blade looked at the fissure and he pursed his mouth. After a while, he called in his heart:

"Kadgar, come to me."

A moment later, the figure of the big lich came out of the broken teleportation light. He looked at Tyrion and said calmly:

"You interrupted my process of making bone dragons, you have to compensate for my pleasure, my majesty."

"Forget Bone Dragon, that stuff is meaningless."

Tyrion crouched beside the body of the troll shadow hunter and waved to Khadgar:

"Come here, I invite you to go to a fun place to explore...Of course, this is a bit dangerous. I need you to arrange the passage in advance so that we can return in a critical moment."

"Ok?"

The big lich raised his eyebrows. He stepped forward, and under Tyrion's indication, he observed the cracks suspended above the troll's body with the vision of the soul. After a few seconds, the big lich's voice became interested.

"I saw it in Medivh's diary. He said that there are three living hells hidden in this world... If I guess correctly, you have found the entrance to one of them?"

"The troll's grim reaper, a loa, I guess, he should be called Bang Sandy."

Tyrion smiled silently: "Did you know? I always wanted to build our own hell...maybe we can learn some valuable knowledge from this place in front of us."

"If I take back what I said before, this is more interesting than making a bone dragon."

Khadgar stood up and took out a few perfect soul crystals, which were arranged behind him:

"Wait a few minutes for me, I make a Soul Recall Circle."

After a few minutes, Tyrion and Khadgar looked at each other in their state of soul. The two of them stretched out their hands together and came into contact with the darkened crevice of the soul. At the next moment, the scenery around them suddenly changed, and their souls Just like being stretched infinitely, there is a feeling of passing through the dark gate, and at the moment when the vertigo of the soul stopped slightly, the King of Dark Blade raised his head and saw a broken palace, full of troll style, Covered by a layer of unscented mist.

Above the mist, a queue of troll souls was walking on the sky. Those souls were extremely at a loss. They moved forward mechanically, and finally belonged to the darkness of the palace that was about to collapse.

"Looking at these runes, I have never seen it, and even Medivh's diary has not described it. The civilization inheritance of these ancient trolls always makes people feel shocked."

The big lich bent down, carefully observing the inscriptions on the ruined palace, while Tyrion's attention was placed on the already weathered sculpture in the center of the palace.

It looked like a voodoo ritual, and the sculpture was a bizarre troll with a bone mask, and he could always feel that he was laughing, and that smile with a hint of cynicism.

"Enough to see? Outsider?"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two souls, Khadgar clenched his fingers subconsciously, a floating shadow fluttered in his palm, and Tyraine looked up and saw the mask. The troll Loa was holding his arms, suspended in the low air, tilting his head, and looked at them with a curious look.

"Few souls dare to take the initiative to enter the Hades, not to mention the spirits of elves and humans."

The troll's death is suspended beside the two. Every movement will bring a shadow behind him. He said playfully:

"Your souls are not under the management of the old Bang Sandy, so either leave now or leave something to make the old Bang Sandy willing to waste time and "talk" with you."

"Oh."

Tyrion replied dryly. He looked at the troll Loa with a skull mask in front of his eyes and quirky pendants on his shoulders. What do you think of the strange shape of this guy in front of him... The King of Blades remembers the ruffians in another world who like heavy metal music.

"What do I have to do to make a weak Loa my friend?"

"Weak? How dare you say old Sandy is weak?"

The troll Reaper seemed to be irritated, his body fluttered backwards, and under his silent call, the souls of some heavily armed trolls with golden weapons surrounded Tyrion and Khadgar. In the fog behind, some huge soul structures with ghost sickles appeared slowly.

"I am as old as your world. I have witnessed your ancestors gather here to build meaningless cities. They are like crawling insects on the ground, doing their best to make their war weapons and launching endless Battle...just for a little bit of cold soup..."

"Hey, your individual does not have their own thoughts, the leaders lose their glory... The Ma Rein who groped for the way in the dark, but unknowingly took them forward, has been held in the hands of the ambitions...your life, Always live in this humble attitude."

As the voice of Bang Sandy sounded, the surrounding sea of ​​souls also became larger and larger. The surrounded Tyrion and Khadgar did not show a fearful expression. The King of Dark Blade slowly nodded, facing the back The big lich said:

"This passage is very interesting. Write it down, Khadgar. When we scare those living people, we may come in handy."

Tyrion turned his head and looked meaningfully at the bluff in front of him:

"So you still don't understand? You are talking to two dead people about the fragility of life. You can't scare us, Bang Sandy. At least now, you can't scare us."

"So, instead of wasting time fighting, it’s better to talk about something that really helps both parties. It is said that the power of death comes from the soul controlled by myself, so I am curious, don’t you want more Soul? Souls of trolls who no longer believe in you... Don’t you want to punish them?"

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