Azeroth’s Death Track

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"What? Stand by?"

Luminas stood on the wall of the fort northeast of Arathi at dawn, watching the instructions from the crow messenger, she was unable to bear her doubts, and beside him, Roglio and Da Nas was silent.

Tyrion could have given this order in a more convenient spirit, but he did not, but instead used a messenger that was slower and more easily exposed. This behavior itself is worth pondering.

"Something happened, no doubt."

Danas looked at the beautiful view of the green plains of the Arathi Highlands at dawn, and some of the weight and supplies left by the human tribe who evacuated quickly at night remained, and in the attack last night, the artillery of the undead artillery almost fired. At the moment, the human army of the northeastern defense line began to evacuate, just like the two sides are playing the double spring, and the tacit agreement is like the two troops handing over the fortress ownership.

There was not much loss on either side, except for the simple mines buried under the grass when humans left, leaving the dead with some skeleton soldiers.

"He asked us to return to Stormwind City directly from the battlefield?"

Luminas read the letter, her beautiful face was filled with question marks, she looked back at Roglio, looking forward to getting more information from this Tyreon’s most trusted elf lord, and Roglio Just a slight cough and shook his head towards her.

"In short, just go back. Lord Darnas said it well. Something happened, something very important."

"What could be more important than defeating the human empire?"

Luminas asked back:

"We came to this world, isn't it for this? Destroy them, and then rebuild a new order on the ruins!"

"Of course!"

Roglio glanced at Luminas, and he said softly:

"Remember your original intention to join the Dark Blade Knights? Why did we come together? The time has come, Lumi, the moment of wanton use of the blade of vengeance comes."

Luminas froze in place, but a moment later, a gruesome grin appeared on her beautiful face. She stretched out her blood-red tongue and licked her lips. The war command in her hand was pinched into a ball. Then, between the cold breath, it turned into flying debris.

"Good! I have waited too long."

At the same time, in another distant world, in Draenor's life gathering place, under the environment where the undead ruled the world, but in the strange and prosperous city of Shattrath, the **** mother and father were alone. Standing in front of the ruler of Shattrath, Naruadal.

Aurelia raised her head and looked directly at Naru who exudes endless light. She whispered:

"I am here to send a message for my husband, a very important message for the Legion of Light."

"The Burning Legion is about to reach Azeroth. My husband and his soldiers will meet the demon in that world, just like he did in this world, and before the war, he had a request."

"Om"

The crystal-like body of Naru Adal shrouded in the endless holy light gave off a light vibration, just like a piece of music. In the same sound of the music, Adal's deep voice also sounded:

"Speak."

"Tulayan, no matter where you send Tulayan, my husband asks you to hide Turajan's whereabouts from now on, and he cannot be known by the demon. He has appeared anywhere except Azeroth! In the plan to attack the devil, the true spirit of Turalyon will be a very important character!"

Aurelia said calmly:

"You have no power to oppose, and you must do it, if you want to see the devil mortal in Azeroth."

This request made Naru Adal silent for a moment, and the shining light on its body made waves more and more as if it was in contact with certain beings. After a while, Adal's gentle voice sounded again:

"Knight Turalyon is the most beloved warrior of the Holy Light. He is repairing his broken soul in the Legion of Light at this time. I have told the Mother of Light to postpone his time to join the sacred endless war... But this is not a compromise, it is just a concession forced by the common enemy of both of us... we are like you, and we look forward to seeing the defeat of the devil."

"well."

Aurelia nodded. Before leaving, she looked back at Naru and said:

"I know you have been in contact with Velen and told him for me that during this period, no matter what he saw in Azeroth, he should shut up his mouth for everything that should not be said, Until the devil really fails."

"If we are lucky enough, this time, the Burning Legion will really hurt."

Adal uttered another light chant, and a moment later, he said softly:

"I expect that too."

At the same time, under the ruins of the original Light Cathedral in Stormwind City, in the secret room hidden deep in the church, Tyrion was talking with a lost soul, which was among all souls swallowed by the apocalypse. The most well-preserved and the best-preserved one.

"I need a courage to dedicate all souls to the cause of justice, and I always look forward to your initiative to join our cause."

Tyrion stood behind the idol of the Holy Light Church and looked at the soul who was kneeling in front of the sculpture and praying quietly. It was a very familiar soul. After the King of Dark Blade's understanding of the soul became deeper, he was for this The soul has created a special space that allows him to move freely in the spirit of a ghost.

And when the soul ended his sincere prayer, stood up, and turned his head, it was Turalyon's handsome and determined face that came into view.

Yes, this is the soul originally belonged to the Grand Knight of Turalyon. On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, he was captured by the Apocalypse. Until a day ago, he was quietly protected in the soul furnace of the dark temple, and his existence, It is also one of the biggest secrets of the Dark Blades.

Tyrion did not abuse him. On the contrary, he was very generous with Turalyon’s soul, because he needed Turalyon to undertake a terrible and important mission at the necessary moment, and now, the time has come.

"I'm not sure if what you said is true or false."

Turalyon’s soul is very gentle, very calm, and there is no cruelty that belongs to the dead. Like the gentle and sincere knight and the determined knight before his death, he looked directly at Tyrion’s eyes and said softly:

"But I saw all that. I saw the whole process of the confrontation between the Dark Blade and the Devil. Perhaps at least in this respect, you do represent some kind of justice. Even me, I can't defame you in the process of fighting the devil, It’s a great sacrifice."

"Do you think this world can resist the demons coming from the nest?"

Tyrion asked:

"Do you think that with the current human empire, even if I stopped the attack and could rely on themselves alone, they could block the evil forward of the demon? Not to mention the subsequent world crisis."

"Ugh..."

The knight's soul sighed a long time, and he shook his head:

"If what you say is true, then they can't stop them, they will only become the next victim destroyed by the devil."

"So are you willing to join us?"

Tyrion asked again:

"I'm not asking you to join us against your former friends and brothers. You should be clear about this. I am giving you a chance to save them! From the end of despair that all souls are thrown into the abyss, the possibility of saving them! And to do this, what you need to pay is a terrible sacrifice beyond your imagination..."

"If all this is to fight against the coming demons and defend my world, then I will."

Turalyon didn't hesitate too much, he looked at Tyrion:

"In the years when I lost my body, I thought a lot. I realized that behind the justice of the Holy Light, there is endless deep darkness. Everything has two sides, and I am willing to believe you, Tyrion.. . From the things you did in the past, I saw a soul that is righteous but not understood. You and I are actually no different."

"No, we are very different."

The King of Dark Blade shook his head. In the call of his will, Wagri Agatha flapped his wings and appeared behind him. In Agatha's hand, he held a special, shining black soul stone.

"This is an interesting soul. The souls and bodies of the Nasrems are integrated and inseparable from each other. They have their own method of protecting the soul from immortality, but unfortunately, in the face of the rules of death, there is nothing Cannot be changed."

Wagri handed that soul stone to the great knight Turalyan. Under the pale helmet, Wagri expressed his respect for the human soul who was about to take on a terrible mission.

"What you accept is a cruel destiny, and anyone who has the courage to accept it should be respected supremely."

Turalyon was seeing pure Wagri for the first time. He looked at Agatha in front of him curiously. After a while, he picked up the black soul stone from this Wagri and looked at it. Tyrion:

"what is this?"

"The soul of Lord Nasrezm, who was suppressed with the help of the world’s **** of death and still kept all his memories..."

Tyrion looked at the black soul stone and he said softly:

"This soul was once sealed in the body by a volunteer devoted mage. That was the only way to trap these cunning dreadlords, but I still got it. Now, it belongs to you... it will be your disguise. , Turalyon, with it, you can become the deadliest stinger we break into the legion."

"Oh, the best part is that the soul is devoured and manipulated. This is the talent of Nasrezm. The fusion of soul and soul means that as long as you do not take the initiative to expose, no one will find your anomaly, but You must make sure to suppress it at all times. As long as there is a slack, you may be defeated by it in reverse, which is dangerous but worth it."

The Grand Knight understood the meaning of the King of Blades, and he said softly:

"You want me to voluntarily transform into a demon?"

"No, what I let you be is a hero with an indestructible heart of justice and a demon appearance."

Tyrion did not hide anything, he said bluntly:

"I know that you are wondering why I chose you, and I can only tell you that history proves that you can bear this cruel and great mission. Those history that has not happened but is real, I saw, Your unyielding will..."

"Oh, you really look up to me."

The knight showed a smile, he did not hesitate too much, turned around, he looked at the holy light statue in front of him, and then infiltrated his soul into the black soul stone. After a while, a touch of twisted and strange black The shadow rushed out of the soul stone, and the two souls gradually merged into a burst of hell-like crying and a firm prayer of holy light.

This is a painful process, like tearing your own soul and then bonding with another strange soul. Tyrion and Agatha watched this transformation and they saw Turalyon’s soul. The overflowing pain, and the outrageous determination of the Grand Knight.

At the moment when his face was about to be distorted, Turalyon turned his head and looked at Tyrion with his black eyes:

"Let them go...this is my last request."

Tyrion did not answer, he just answered what was asked:

"It doesn't need me to do it, Turalyon, there are a lot of people under me who will be willing to help them when the humans are about to fall, and they have already started to act, you just need to know, as far as I am concerned, I I didn’t intend to destroy human beings, I just wanted them to be more united and more determined...to be firm enough to face any challenges and overcome them alone."

"Very well...I will, watching all this."

The Grand Knight said the last sentence. The first half was his voice, and the second half became a distorted, low-pitched voice that made people scalp numb.

As the last light belonging to the Holy Light dissipated, the purest darkness completely occupied the secret room below this church. In front of Tyrion, a tall, dark red four bat wings with a black forehead The demon has long horns, recurved devil hooves, and the whole body is covered with gorgeous and weird armor. The dread demon with his hands like the sharpest claws of **** appears in the darkness.

He looked at Tyrion with his black eyes. After a moment, he placed his sharp claws in front of his eyes. Between the collision of nails like a knife, a black spark was beating.

And Tyrion was watching it. After a while, the King of Dark Blade asked:

"What is your name?"

The dreadlord's subconscious answer:

"Tula...no no no, my name is...Casanathir, the vanguard of the legion hidden in the world of Azeroth, a member of the Council of the Dreadlord, a very old dark walker, yes, this it is me."

In the treacherous laughter, this fearful devil pointed at Tyrion wisely:

"By the way, I am the holder of the apocalypse...I brought it to this world."

"well!"

Tyrion pulled out the Sword Apocalypse and placed it in front of the Dreadlord:

"Hold it! If you are really Casanathir, then it will not devour you, if you are not, then you are dead."

The dreadlord lifted the magic blade apocalypse indifferently, waving it in the air, and the apocalypse uttered a strange buzz, it seemed that the sword itself was in a state of coercion.

"Look, it still remembers me, it remembers its former owner...oh, it's not good!"

When the dreadlord said the word master, the apocalyptic hissed violently and jumped out of its claws. As far as seeing this scene, Tyrion was really relieved.

He squeezed the apocalypse again and inserted it back into the scabbard. He looked at the dreadlord in front of him, and said softly:

"Even the Apocalypse can't tell who you are. That's good. You are qualified, Turalyon."

"Tulayan, who is that?"

A sly smile flickered in the black eyes of the dreadlord:

"Oh, by the way, that's a carrier that manipulated my soul. He is... like this."

During the speech, the little black bat revolved rapidly around the dreadlord. After a moment, the entity Turalyon appeared in front of Tyrion, and even the simple armor on his body was imitated.

This is the singularity of Nasrems, as long as there is a soul, their bodies will still exist.

"Then go back, Mr. Casanatil, and I will help you reintegrate into human society, and then wait patiently... your compatriots will contact you soon, don't forget the ones we said. .. every step is important, don't go wrong!"

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