Azeroth’s Death Track

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After the dark soul of Gorek Tour was crunched fiercely by the Apocalypse, the source of the shadow of the Blighted Realm shattered. This dark ghost place seemed to have its own life, and it made a sharp hiss, Roaring through the darkness, he wanted to bury all the life inside.

But whether it is Tyrion or Ort, the strength of both has exceeded the extent that these unmanned darkness can affect. In the roaring dark storm, the two put away their weapons and covered them in a thick cloud Walk on the road ahead.

This ghost place is very large. The unexplored area is almost as large as the entire Drustvar, but the largest area always has an end. From time to time, Tyrion uses the soul fire to release the souls of those civilians who are bound here. In the pale light plume where the soul dissipated, the two finally reached the end of the ruined realm.

It was a chaotic light curtain, like the edge of the enchantment, with an invisible line separating the decaying boundary from the rolling chaos, just like the two worlds.

"There is no way."

Tyrion reached out and tried to cross the light curtain in front of him, but it was like a thick wall, no matter how much force his hand exerted, he could not penetrate it.

"Sure enough, this place is not connected to the Emerald Dream."

The Wither Patriarch half-kneeled in front of the light curtain shining with a strange light. The dark green power of his hands shone, while sensing the uneven cracks, he said to the King of Dark Blades around him:

"This is part of being "cut" from the vast emerald dream...maybe the desolate wilderness noticed this corrupt border, maybe the handwriting of the powerful awakener, or maybe under the influence of some kind of power , Shedding naturally... In short, Gorek Tour and his Drust do not have this skill yet."

"So, here is a closed, small, corrupt emerald dream?"

Tyrion moved his wrist, and he looked at the druid beside him:

"Can it be transformed here?"

"Of course! It must also be transformed!"

A trace of determination flashed on Alter's face. He looked back at the ground shrouded in darkness and he said softly:

"One thing I kept hiding from you, the mission of the High Patriarch in Mount Hyjal did not go smoothly...maybe it was because of the wrong things that the Drusts had done, and the doctrine of the wither did not Accepted by the great druids, under the strict orders of the deer helmet mentor, Mo Yana can only recruit new brothers in the dark...she dare not even step into the Emerald Dream."

"This is not enough. Withers who want to develop, they must have their own "holy land", the vast forest of Stranglethorn, and the withering world that will be purified in the future, we no longer need to look at those stubborn big The druids' complexions turned out."

A trace of longing for the future flashed on the face of the wither of the wither:

"Any organization should undertake a sacred mission... Here I see! The sacred mission of the Wither, purify the withered world, and save the land of Drustvar from darkness and ignorance, yes, The King of the Forest has left a legacy here, and the blood of the people here flows through the natural blood. They should be attributed to the orthodox dominated by the wither!"

"Drustvar, this place will surely become the rise of the wither!"

"Good, this is what I want to see."

There was a flash of light in Tyrion's narrowed eyes. His eyes were searching in the darkness behind him, and he whispered:

"The entire Kul Tiras, this vast island country, can even be managed by the wither, I believe you can manage it, but the problem now is that you want to purify this cut jade In the dream, you must first find the source of corruption here, the crack that leads to the dead world, and that is what I am looking for."

"Leave it to us."

Ort picked up his wattle cane and said to Tyrion:

"It is difficult for outsiders to find the source of corruption hidden in this intertwined real and false ground, so we should consult the local indigenous people, the great Jinghua master Orfa, and what he said, about the local jungle A wandering young wild demigod... we will find it, and it will also help us find the rift hidden under our eyes, but it will take time."

"I have enough patience to wait."

The King of Dark Blade rubbed his forehead, and he replied:

"But don't let me wait too long, I have foreseen that place, the dead world, that will be the most important part of the self-sublimation of the dark blade, I must get it!"

More than ten minutes later, after completely purifying the painful soul bound to the ruined realm, Tyrion and Ort returned to the present world, and the King of Dark Blade raised his head, and in his vision, he could vaguely see In this dark sky, there are still some confused human souls drawn into the world of ruin. It seems that the "human hell" that the Drusts wanted to build had already achieved some results.

But it is a pity that souls cannot get rest there, they can only get endless torture and pain, that is not the real life and death cycle, it is wrong!

"I want to warn you, Tyrion."

At the moment when the King of Dark Blade stepped out of the ruined realm, the voice of Wagri Agatha belonged to him:

"No matter what you are looking for the entrance to the Dead Realm, but now, even if you find it, I will not allow you to enter it... hundreds of thousands of years ago, when Odin discovered the abyss of the underworld, he and others The guardian made complicated and complicated transformations for it to accommodate the soul normally. Even for the powerful guardian, the dead world is an extremely dangerous place."

"What's more, you lack a guide... Once you venture into it, you can only get lost forever, mortals have no power in that world."

Upon hearing this, Tyrion frowned:

"Can't you be my guide?"

"Sorry, but I can't."

There was a trace of frustration in Agatha's voice:

"The dead world that I am familiar with is only the part of the abyss of the underworld. For the same reason, what Bong Sandi is familiar with is only that part of his harem. Once he enters a strange area, even Hella and Bong Sandi You will also get lost. You know, it is a vast and vast world, which is much larger and countless times larger than this world... It is like a reflection of stars, no one can really see it, and no one can really rule it. "

"Then the "wizard"...what conditions does it meet?"

The King of Dark Blade asked again, a moment later, Agatha spoke his understanding in short and clear language:

"First of all, it must live in the shadow world, be accepted and accommodated by the dead world."

"Others, the area where it is located cannot have the same manager as the dead world like Hella and Bangsandi, otherwise even if you enter it, it will be discovered by the manager and have a high probability of being captured. It must exist in one place. In the land of no lord."

"Finally, it needs a rift between the world and the dead world, and it must be willing to help you. This is very important. Once the guide deliberately leads the wrong way, you who are trapped in the gap between the dead world and the reality will be no longer. ."

"Fur..."

Hearing this demanding requirement, Tyrion couldn't help but sigh:

"It's much harder than finding the crack in the dead world..."

"Of course it is difficult to find it, otherwise it will be your turn."

Agatha ended the exchanges between the two sides with a mocking and suppressing voice:

"The special rules of the dead world determine that managers cannot expand their territories by means of war, so every rift between the dead world and reality is very precious to the managers. Bang Sandy and Hella have always been Coveting this crack, as for why they didn't do it... do you know the reason now? Don't think that Bang Sandi really helped you, my stupid friend."

"You have to be careful with him, he tells you about the dead world has his own purpose, and he is as dangerous as Hella."

"Trust me, don’t rush into it until you are fully prepared..."

Agatha's voice slowly dissipated in Terion's contemplation. At this time, the King of Dark Blades had already gotten into his black carriage and was racing on the silent forest path. He was going to the next place.

There, he was looking for something that drove him to Kul Tiras not far away.

But before that, he has another thing to do.

The large carriage was advancing on the slightly bumpy mountain road, and the witch Willie was sitting on the chair opposite Tyrion. She didn’t dare to disturb Her Majesty’s thinking. She knew that all the work she could do had been done. That’s it, now it’s her turn to judge her achievements, and... give a reward.

She waited anxiously and patiently for the result, and in the witch's time when she could not bear to look back, the weak Willie had learned to be patient.

"You did a great job."

Tyrion opened his eyes and looked at the ugly and uneasy witch in front of him. He said softly:

"Even with the most discerning eye, everything you did for Drustblade in Drustvar is totally worthy of recognition. If you have contributed, you deserve to be rewarded and rewarded, so Welle, mine New subordinate, what do you want from the generous Tyrion?"

"Strength? Knowledge? Or...you want the youngest and the most beautiful?"

"Generous and kind majesty..."

The witch half-kneeled on the ground, her hands clenched into fists, propped on the ground, and after ten or twenty seconds of difficult choices, there was a trace of desire in the witch's eyes:

"Your Majesty, forgive me, but what you gave...I want it all!"

This is probably the first time Wille really expressed his desire from the heart. This young girl who lost her parents and was abducted into the Witch Club. After experiencing the worst disaster in the world and seeing through the darkest human nature, she The desire for those things that he cannot get is getting fiercer.

And she can be sure that at this time, in front of Tyrion, this is her only chance to get them!

There are always many opportunities to wait in life, but when they arrive, you must be able to hold them, just like Wille's perception in the twilight forest. Even if you want to betray your soul, you must at least find a capable The devil who paid the price?

"Hahahaha"

Willie's answer made Tyraine stunned, but then, the King of Dark Blades made a series of hoarse laughs, which is probably the first time he laughed like this after he entered Kul Tiras carefree.

"Very good, good... a greedy soul."

This sentence made Wei Lai's body tremble, but at the next moment, Tyrion's palm burst into a black soul fire. He looked at the witch kneeling on the ground, and he said softly:

"I don’t hate greedy people, but you have to be clear, Welle, once you get these, you have to do a business worthy of them, and you are willing to pay everything for this, whether it is a new life, Or your soul."

"I will! Your Majesty! I will!"

The witch's head touched the cold floor, and the next black flame ignited her ugly and old body, and began to burn her flesh and blood. The terrible pain made the witch feel that there were thousands of blades cutting her. Flesh and blood, but she gritted her teeth, with a terrible tenacity, forcing herself not to whine even a cry.

She desperately enveloped her soul with her weak dark power, and the burning black flames also gave her soul more powerful nourishment, like a new seed from a decaying body, she could feel In the process of flesh and blood stripping, her soul is getting stronger and stronger... until the end, a pair of black wings covered her naked body.

Willie awakened from that erratic sense, she opened her eyes, everything in front of her became brighter, and Tyrion also shook his hand in time, and a flat ice appeared in front of her and reflected her. Face at this time.

That's herself in countless dreams. That's herself who hasn't fallen in the dark. That's a beautiful face that should belong to a 20-year-old girl. Those eyes regained their youth, but still have hazy eyes. , And the body between illusion and flesh, and the black wings that extend from behind.

A monkey version of Wagri... This is the first time Tyrion has used his own power to reshape a person’s soul. Of course he cannot make a powerful Wagri out of thin air, but he reshapes his soul so that it has Some of the characteristics of Wagri can still be achieved.

This is also a big burden for Tyraine, but before in the Blighted Realm, the souls purified by him gave him a lot of useless soul power when it dissipated, which was just used to give Your subordinates reward.

Bon Sandy said it well...the soul is the most powerful force.

"boom"

A pile of black robes were thrown in front of Wille, Tyrion closed his eyes, not to look at the lady who had restored the girl's graceful posture, he said softly:

"I gave you strength, knowledge, and youth and beauty. I did what I promised. Now, my Valkyrie, will do what you promised for me... conquer the kingdom of the sea for me, Conquer me... Kul Tiras!"

Putting on a black robe, the valkyrie Valkyrie, who folded her wings, bowed her head respectfully and kissed Tyrion's boots. She said softly in a hoarse voice:

"I will dedicate everything to your cause, and it is an honour to conquer this country in your name, and praise you, my majesty."

"Do not..."

Tyrion, with his eyes closed, leaned back in his chair, and he corrected Welle's statement:

"It's our business...our conquest, and, our...justice."

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