Azeroth’s Death Track

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Before the fire of civilization in the world of Azeroth was completely ignited, in the barbarous era, most of the people walking on the earth belonged to the families of the guardians of the Titans.

The Steel Vrykul, the Iron Dwarf, the Earth Spirit, the mechanical dwarf, and some stone statue creations were created to maintain the stable order of this world and to make the life system of this world prosperous. It was a planned era in which all creatures were Unite under one mission and transform the world.

It was a glorious era...

But the ancient gods who were defeated and sealed by the guardians of the Titans did not sit back and watch their great dark empire collapse. They used some small tricks in the dark.

They believe that although the Titan Guardians are strong, the Titan has given them complete freedom, which has become their weakness, but it is unwise to directly deal with the Titan Guardians. Therefore, the ancient gods will spearhead Aimed at the clan of the guardians of the Titans.

A weird epidemic called the curse of flesh and blood began to spread among the guardians of the guardian family. This kind of disease would corrode the will and body of the steel residents and turn them into flesh and blood creatures. In that era, this degradation could not be Accepted!

So much so that the leader of the steel Vrykul, King Ymiron even ordered the killing of the newborn, deformed, flesh-cursed children, but this ruthless order made many Vrykul unbearable. They chose to flee and take Heir fled to all corners of the world with his flesh and blood.

And those Vrykuls after the flesh and blood, those half-giants who retain the ancestors’ great physique spread on the road, and degraded little by little in time, and finally became the human beings today...Yes, In a sense, humans actually belong to the family of the guardians. Their bloodline has a mission to maintain world order. Unfortunately, they have forgotten that glory.

Races including dwarves, gnomes, etc. have all forgotten their sacred duties in the spread of the curse of flesh and blood.

But the curse of the flesh and blood is not an absolute bad thing. After the mandatory mandate is lifted, the flesh-and-blooded life is truly free. They begin to develop their own civilization, and eventually turn the eastern continent into the present. Look.

The night elves of Kalimdor and the high elves of Quel'Thalas... I'm sorry, they have nothing to do with the guardians. In a sense, elves and trolls are the true natives of Azeroth. The species is a natural evolution of life in this world. Therefore, the civilization of elves and trolls is really different from the civilization of humans and dwarfs.

But that’s not what we’re going to say... The point is that those Vrykuls who have fled to various parts of the world have experienced painful degradation over a long period of time, and after the collapse of the sky ten thousand years ago, some degraded Vykuls People are imprisoned in a closed environment, which makes their degradation process slower.

And 2800 years ago, when human immigrants from the Arathor Empire passed through the ocean and arrived in Kul Tiras... they met these Viku people who lived on the island country and were experiencing natural degradation. They called them For "barbarians", and they have another name...Drust.

Yes, in the beginning, Drust was not just used to describe the barbarian Druid, it was a race name, but immigrants and barbarians in the Arathor Empire went crazy to fight for land After the brutal war, especially after Master Orphin the Great Jing Talker took some druids out of the barbarians, Drust was used to describe the fallen.

They are not necessarily all druids, but also have their own warriors or other occupations. In short, Drust, this is a dangerous and taboo name.

It is said that in the war 2800 years ago, the general of the human empire, Arom Vikreth, led the mysterious and powerful ashes Knights, and beheaded the last Drust... completely sent this race Into the ashes of history,

But they missed a bit, the ancient sages punished the evil, but inadvertently let go of the most terrible evil...Darkust's dark leader, Gorek Tour survived, and no one knew how he was Survived in a brutal war, and in the stories circulated by the Ember Knights, each clearly stated that Gorek. Tour was pierced by the heart of General Arom...

Of course, this is no wonder that the ancient sages, after all, evil always hides a lot of tricks.

Gorek Tul hides in the ruined realm, peeping through the land once dominated by them for thousands of years, and every time he sees the descendants of the invaders live and multiply on this land, getting stronger and stronger, All this made Gorek Tourre feel the unnamed rage biting his heart... so he took action.

The witch will... this is the action he took. With the efforts of the witches who were cunning and deceptive, eager to see the chaos coming, Drustvar's development was brought into a dark and foolish path. In the spread of dark power, this superstitious land shows that it is cursed. People live in panic and fear. Whenever they see them pushing their compatriots into the fire under the fear, the screams will be Make Golek very happy.

This is a lunatic... no doubt.

"The ghost of the other world will overwhelm you!"

The ancient roar sounded on the ground of the ruined realm. At the call of Golek. Tour, the painful souls imprisoned here howled, and they rushed to the sword-bearing Tyrion from all directions. It was like drowning him completely.

These souls have lost their minds after a long period of torture. Their faces are twisted and roaring with a mad voice. When they step into the earth around Tyrion, the death energy spread on the ground has evolved into a circle. In the light of the quagmire, any soul stepping into it seems to be stuck in quicksand, struggling.

The pure soul is the most difficult to deal with. Ordinary weapons cannot hurt them, but this is only for ordinary people. Tyrion, who holds the magic sword, only needs to wave once, and may be able to kill the civilian souls in front of him. Exhausted.

But he didn't do that.

"Civilians...after all, civilians, they are not soldiers and should not be treated as soldiers..."

The Dark Blade King put the magic blade in his hand on the ground, he moved his wrist, the black flame jumped on his finger, and in his heart, he started calling for another entity of soul symbiosis, who now does not know where to go Wagri, who travels, belongs only to him.

"Agatha, a group of crazy souls are attacking me... what should I do?"

Far from the southernmost tip of Kalimdor, in the center of the Great Desert of Silithus, Agatha, who is enjoying the beautiful scenery, was awakened by Tyrion’s voice, and Wagri said, annoyingly:

"Just kill them? Don't tell me you can't..."

"No, I mean, how can they be freed from that madness."

The Dark Blade King looked at the souls that were getting closer and closer, he said softly:

"My army and I don't kill civilians, women, children...you should know."

"Does it make sense? You are already a butcher that has been abused by countless people, and you still care about the blood of the innocent on your blade? Does this make you feel sad? My friend, you are really naive! "

Agatha's sarcasm made Terion shake his head. He said softly:

"It will not make me feel pain, but it will make me very uncomfortable. If I declare that I am more correct than the path of living people, then I have to do it. Evil will do anything, but I will not... I know, I’m not evil myself, can I say that I have always been a hypocrite in your heart?"

This rhetorical question made Agatha unable to answer. After a while, a will spread to the body of Tyrion along with the symbiosis of the soul. Agatha's calm voice came together:

"Look, I only do it once!"

Between the speeches, the black flame fluttering between Tyrion’s fingers became more and more joyful. Under the control of Agatha, the flame slowly clumped together, and finally turned into a halo sphere, Tyrion He lifted the light ball with his fingers, suspended in the air, and the fingers of the death knight gently touched the light ball. Under the influence of the soul, the cold halo swept in all directions at this moment.

In the eyes of Otter, it was like thousands of black light arrows suddenly pierced those twisted souls at this moment, but did not hurt them. In the beating and sweeping of the black flames, those who were flamed The roasted souls did not scream, on the contrary, they seemed to feel something tender, and the distorted look on their faces slowly dissipated, replaced by a calm serenity.

"Thank you... elder brother, I saw my parents, I'm going to accompany them... goodbye!"

The soul of a little girl stretched out towards Tyrion, and Tyrion reached out to her too. When the fingertips of two people touched together, the little girl’s phantom figure slowly turned into a light spot, dissipating in In this distorted darkness, while the other souls were suspended in the air, they bowed down to Tyrion standing in place, and then disappeared one by one in the burst of light plumes.

And Tyrion standing in this hazy place, he was surrounded by pale soul plume, like a sculpture.

The cold armor was held on the cold sword hilt, and at the next moment, in the offensive of dark energy from all directions, Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the scattered light plumes scattered behind him, just like It is a pale arc.

"bass"

The sharp blade cut through Gorek Tour in the air, and the dark crown above him was cut by a third, and even with his face, a fierce wound was added, and he roared to bring the entire desolate boundary The forces of the world are gathered to fight against the King of Dark Blades, but the tumbling dark forces cannot even be defeated by Tyrion’s shield.

"Cowardly fear, but waved the butcher's knife to the weaker... Does torturing civilians make you feel extremely satisfied?"

"bass"

The arc of the blade crossed, and Gorek Tour yelled and fled. The robe and body of his chest were pulled out of a wound with a deep bone, and the magic sword buzzed, and the samurai with the sword spread his wings, suspended in the darkness. In the sky, he stared at the coward on the ground like a cold death.

His voice sounded like a dull thunder in this dark field:

"Coward, come! Fight against real warriors!"

"boom"

The roaring frost bone dragon descended from the sky, completely sealing off the path of Gorek's escape with cold frost. This powerful and fallen Druid in the past had been ingested with wisdom, and he was afraid.

The black flame made him seem to see the great shore power of the other world, which was the power he had always craved and was unavailable. For this reason, he did not even dare to turn around and fight back.

Behind him, the dark thunder that has fallen from the sky has fallen to his side. In the blizzard of the cold blade, Tyrion’s hand armor is buckled on the shoulder of Gorek’s huge body, twisted on the king of the dark blade A real cruelty flashed on his cheeks.

"puff"

Gorek Toure gathered the power of the entire Blighted Realm and the shield that was gathered was easily pierced, carrying his body and his soul.

"Come on, ugly and cowardly soul..."

"Come and die once!"

Gorek Tour’s body was pierced by a moon-shaped magic sword, and pierced into the sky like a flesh and blood banner. The dirty blood flowed down from his body, and was condensed into a blood arrow by Tyrion. Piercing his body again, in endless pain, Golek heard the whisper of the sword's madness, and he felt the sharp teeth of the sword eating his soul.

One by one, one bite at a time, his soul was torn apart, devoured, and then endured by endless pain.

"Ah! You will be...you will be overwhelmed by it! The rift in the other world...can't be closed! You...you will all die!"

No one can understand Gorek's dying roar. The King of Blades has folded his wings. He hasn't been so angry for a long time...

"boom"

The shrivelled body was thrown on a dark ground, and Tyrion glanced at the body and said softly:

"The wailing of the defeated dog...it's so ugly!"

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