Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Wow, wow"

The death knights dragged a dead body to evacuate from the square, probably because the good mood was destroyed. This time Tyrion's methods were somewhat...rude.

The death of these assassins who destroyed the wedding, especially the assassin leader who tried to assassinate the bride, every bone in his body was crushed by the violent death energy, and from his staring round eyes It can be clearly seen that in order to punish him, Tyrion crushed all his bones before giving him the right to die.

Bare hands would be the best assassin in the local deadliest assassin organization. "Sword" Roland never thought that his bohemian life would end in such a tragic posture, but he should be more worried about the future...Land in Tyrion In the hands, death is not the end.

And as everyone knows, Tyrion can never be merciful to those who will destroy his mood...Sorrow for poor Roland and his brothers. The soul furnace of the Dark Temple will be their final destination, provided that they The ugly soul can burn into the melting pot under the relentless burning of black fire.

The trembling servants lay prone on the ground and wiped the blood from the ground in silence, until ten minutes later, the whole square was restored to cleanliness, and the interrupted wedding continued.

And this time, the witness is no longer Lord Victory... The old Lord was frightened by the attack just now, his already bad physical condition became worse, and he could only sit in front of Tyrion In his position, watching his daughter's wedding, and beside him, there is a gloomy and somewhat disturbed Lord Lady.

"clang"

The bell rang again, but this time, the guests on the square no longer had the expression of joy or jealousy before them. In the indifferent gaze of the death knights, everyone was sitting on the needle felt, and the tragic ending of the assassins had been shown to them. No one dared to complain about the consequences of wanting to leave forcefully, and no one would be stupid enough to be in the limelight at this time.

"Everyone, I came here to pursue good things, and today, I saw it."

Tyrion stood on the stage, just like the host, and said softly to the guests with different looks in front of him:

"I saw a fire of love between a team of young people, which surpassed the pressure of class and power, and finally broke through the worldly obstruction. They went through this arduous journey and no one could deprive them of it. happy."

"I am honored to be able to witness this happy moment with everyone."

The hand of the King of Dark Blades conducted a wave, and the instrument placed on the side of the square was played by an unmanned music in the winding of death energy without being used. It was very joyful and full of joy. The sense of rhythm and sacred ceremonies, and in the melodious melody, there are snowflakes floating in the sky, and between the snowflakes, Miss Luhir Vickers in a wedding dress walks stiffly from the church Came out.

There was no joy, no joy in the young bride’s eyes, only fear. Everyone knew that the scene in front of her was too weird, but she had no courage to refuse...she dared not refuse the goodwill of the King of Blades, let alone her The favorite man, standing at the side of Tyrion with his teeth at this time, she can see the same fear in Alexander's eyes, but there is also a deep expectation that she can't let him down.

Miss Luhill took a deep breath and tried to calm her mood. Her pace became more and more natural. In the end, she walked to Terrion's eyes like a real lady.

And this gesture also made the King of Blades nodded with satisfaction.

He coughed softly, and in the bewildering gaze of all the guests, the King of Blades spread his hands. When the music full of ritual reached its climax, he looked at Alexander with a slightly trembling body. He asked with a magnetic voice To:

"Herber Alexander, a young businessman from Boralus, will you marry the beautiful Miss Luhir by your side under the witness of divine death?"

Alexander was nervous. He looked at Tyrion’s ice-blue eyes. There was no emotion in his eyes. There was only a touch of calm. It seemed to be waiting for his answer. After a while, the young businessman used a slightly dry voice. Firmly said:

"Yes, I do!"

Tyrion asked the next question:

"Whether she is poor or rich in the future, whether she is healthy or sick in the future, whether she is still young or becomes old in the future, are you willing to be with her forever? Even if death comes, he will not be far away from him ?"

"Yes, I do!"

This time Alexander didn't hesitate any more. He took a step forward, encouraged by his inner courage, and stopped in front of Miss Luhill, saying aloud

"Even if you die, you cannot separate me from my lover!"

But Tyrion didn't care about Alexander with a hint of hostility. He just turned to look at Miss Luhir who was nervously holding Alexander's arm. He asked in a constant tone:

"Lucille Vicres, the daughter of the nobleman from the Vecres family, are you willing to marry Herbert Alexander around you under the witness of divine death?"

Miss Luhill didn't answer immediately, and Tyrion also added a playful sentence:

"Relax, boy, with me, no one can force you to choose."

And Alexander looked nervously at Luhir behind him, this very beautifully dressed young lady, after taking a deep breath, she bravely raised her head and looked directly at Tyrion’s eyes, she said in a deep voice:

"Yes, I do!"

"Whether he is poor or wealthy in the future, whether he is healthy or embarrassed, whether he is young or old, you are willing to spend his life with him and stand with him to meet the challenges from the world and life Is it? Even if the cold death comes, you will always be attached to him, will you never want to be separated from him?"

Miss Luhill stepped forward, standing hand in hand with her husband, the two smiled at each other, and then looked back at Tyrion, and there was no fear, love, and new power in their eyes.

"Yes, I do!"

Miss Luhill’s brave reply made the ladies in the whole square fall into a long silence, and some older ladies, or some girls who were not involved in the world, even left when they saw this scene. Moved tears.

"You guys are not lying, I can feel..."

Tyrion waved his hand, and the El Knight, who was forced to put on a formal dress, stepped forward silently, extended his hands towards the newcomer, and placed two rings inlaid with luxurious gemstones in his palm.

"The ring is not just a decoration, it is a vow, trapped on your fingers, every time you see it, it will remind you to follow the oath of today, it can feel the beat of your heart when you When you want to break the oath, the ring will bind you."

Tyrion stretched out his left hand and shook the black ring on his finger towards the two young men. Alexander suddenly understood what Tyrion meant. He took a ring, took a deep breath, and revealed Hill's right hand lifted up and put the ring gently on her finger, and then Lucil put the ring on Alexander's hand.

"Then, under the witness of death and the soul of this earth floating in the sky, in the name of Tyrion. Dawn's Blade, I hereby declare that Herbert Alexander, Lucille Vickers became Couple, I declare here that even if it is death, there is no way to separate you."

At the moment when Tyrion's voice fell, the rings on the fingers of the two flashed an obscure light at the same time, completely connecting the soul and life of the two.

The cheerful music sounded again, Tyrion spread his hands, and gently said to the young couple in front of him:

"Now, the groom can kiss the bride."

This time, Miss Luhill, who had flushed cheeks, asked in a low voice:

"Do you really want to do this? A large audience..."

"Must do this!"

There was a faint smile in Tyrion's eyes, and he said blankly: "This is part of the ceremony! Or, do I force you to do this?"

As soon as the words fell, Miss Lucier took the initiative to kiss Alexander's lips, and some excited ladies could no longer bear it. They clapped their hands and cheered in unison.

You see, even before death, women are still so emotional...

"Okay, the newlyweds should go on their honeymoon."

Taraion tasted the happy scene in front of him, like a parasite, almost greedily absorbing the feelings of stepping in front of him. After a while, he waved his hand, and the death knights stepped forward and forcibly "escorted" The new couple left the church and tucked them into the black carriage, and in the sound of horseshoes, the happy people left here.

After they left, Tyrion’s expression did not change much. He stood on the stage and looked at Lord Viclays below. He said softly:

"Happiness is over, now it’s time to talk about human suffering... The people of Kul Tiras, I’m sorry, but I’m here to announce that Dalyn Proudmoore’s 'S reign will end today...he violated my sacred agreement with him, and as a cost of breaking the agreement, his subordinates, you, will bear the future that he should bear."

"In the new kingdom, there will be no aristocracy, and the time when the lineage determines status is over. Let's start with your generosity!"

"Come on!"

At the moment when Tyrion's words fell, Lord Stormsong, who had been secretly prepared for a long time, raised his hands. Between the robes of the black robe, the thick sound of water flow suddenly sounded from this church covered with snow. This lord is the only caster of several nobles, and the high priest of the mysterious tide sages of Kul Tiras. His power is powerful.

And between the surging sounds of the tide, if there were whispers of whispering in the air, this made Terion’s face drastically change, because before... long ago, he heard this disturbing whisper of mind sound.

"boom"

The flood from nowhere broke through the walls of the church behind everyone at the next moment. The surging tide roared across the plaza, swept the unexpected guests in the water, and rushed towards the front of the snow forest church. The cliff, and below it, is a calm sea.

That is the source of strength of the tide sages.

"Vicious! Go to hell!"

Lord Stormsong stood above the tide, and he called for the power of the sea tide sages. At the next moment, a huge, dark black, **** barbed giant tentacle poured out of the tide, just like The tentacles of the deep-sea monsters are the same, with tens of thousands of tremendous powers, and they are fiercely patted against the unstoppable Tyrion.

At the moment when he saw the black tentacles, Tyrion's eyes became cold, and the whistling magic sword jumped into his hands. The next moment, the black lightning striking across the sky, the tentacles that were called out were not yet completed. Even if there was an attack, it was cut into four pieces by the whistling blade. Between the smelly blood and the disgusting pus, Tyrion waved his hand, and the dark red grip of death came out, where the tide disappeared In a moment, the couple of Lord Waycrest, who was swept away by the tide, captured the square again.

At the next moment, the illusion of the tide suddenly dissipated, and the square was as if it was hit by the flood, the ground was muddy, and Lord Viclays lay pale in the mud, and Mrs. Vicres kneeled to her husband By her side, looking at her husband who was breathing slowly, her face was full of tears.

Mrs. Elena Vickres is a famous fierce woman and a poisonous lady of standard templates, but her love for her husband is beyond doubt.

"Don't chase it!"

Seeing several death knights jumping off the cliff to hunt down the guests who were swept away by the tide, Tyrion waved his hand and brought them back.

"No need to chase, those guests...not saved."

The King of Dark Blades narrowed his eyes, and in the strange light shining in his eyes, he said softly:

"Mortal people cannot resist the whispers of the ancient gods, they did escape from death, but they also threw their souls into a more terrifying hell, the sea tide sage... ha ha, from the power of the deep sea ...I should have guessed it, isn't it the territory of my "old friend" Enzos?"

"boom"

Behind Tyrion, the crying Mrs. Vickles, who was in the rain with a pear, knelt at his feet, pleading:

"Please, save my Arthur, save him! Without him, my life is meaningless."

Looking at the crying and sad Lord Lady, Tyrion crouched down and reached up to lift the lady's face. Looking at the sad eyes, he said softly:

"The assassin you hired killed your daughter's lover, right? You destroyed my good mood...Why should I help you?"

"I am willing to do anything to make up, beg you, I only beg you to save my husband!"

The lady's face was pale, she clenched her fists, but Tyrion just glanced at Lord Viclays and shook her head:

"He is already ill, and even without this incident, he will not survive this winter... But if you really love him so much, and don’t care about the barrier of life and death, maybe I have another way to help you, Provided that..."

"You have to help me do one thing..."

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