Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Wow"

The thick and sharp Phoenix long sword and the golden halberd shining in the cold light collided fiercely. Between the sparks, the skillful Phoenix Guard was pushed back a few steps by the force of the anti-seismic force. The boots stepped into a thick mass of blood, and the guardian subconsciously glanced at the corner of his eyes. Behind him was a corpse of a fallen companion.

The light in those eyes has not dissipated, but the breath of life has disappeared from him.

This scene slowed down the movement of the Phoenix Guardian during the fierce battle, but the ghost sword guard opposite him did not stop attacking. The sharp, with the halberd of the Zandalari troll style sent a terrible scream in the air. After a wave, he shouted at the neck of the Phoenix Guardian.

"boom"

The golden magic flame exploded, like a magically-crafted blade, separating the two sides in the **** cold air, and the Phoenix Guardian who had a breathing machine closed his sword and withdrew his breath. Twice, they finally merged with their remaining companions.

"The blade can't hurt these ghosts! Masters, prepare your magic!"

The new bodyguard of the Sun King shouted, under his command, the forefront of the law-breakers raised their heavy shields, divided the entire battlefield of the inner hall almost covered with blood, and separated the beginnings behind them. Mages who recite aggressive magic are firmly protected.

The 1,000 golden sword guards donated by Bangsandi are powerful, and even the most elite legion against Quel'Thalas does not fall, but these ghost guards have a very fatal flaw, their ghost body While giving them immunity to most physical damage, it makes their bodies more easily torn apart by magic.

Although these ghosts will not really die, they will return to the power of Tyrion in the state of soul power after being broken up, but their recovery will take a long time.

That's why Tyrion only uses them as a "Swordsman", especially when facing the Quel'Thalas Corps, where the magic power is extremely developed, the 1,000 golden sword guards are not even as good as the 1,000 death knights. The least death knights are very resistant to magic and physical attacks.

These ghost sword guards are really useful in large-scale battlefields, and they have already proven their abilities in Arathi Highlands, but now, even in the face of a magical offensive that may bury a third of the sword guards in an instant, Thai Ryan did not take back these sword guards, because it was very simple, he needed time... In other words, he never thought of defeating these elite soldiers of Quel'Thalas in a short time.

He has more terrible killer skills!

"You! What did you put in the sacred well water?"

The battlefield of the angry and old Sun King Anastarian and the King of Dark Blades should be closer to the sun well shining with golden light, like a golden pillar of light, and the old king anxiously wanted to rush to the innermost In the temple, observe the situation of the Sunwell at this time, and Tyrion, who is holding a sword, is like a sculpture, which is blocked on the stairs leading to the bottom.

"boom"

The burning magic sword and magic blade collided three times in a row. At the moment when the fighting figures of the two sides spread apart, the left hand of the Sun King lifted up, a huge lava fireball exuding extreme heat screamed and smashed into Thailand. Ryan’s body, but when he touched the dark green light curtain on the surface of the King of Blades, this high-powered flame ball was powerful enough to open the mountain and crack the stone, but it was like a mud bull entering the sea and calmly extinguished in the air.

The surface of the anti-magic enchantment shone with slight waves, blocking the raid. There was a trace of play in Tyrian’s ice-blue eyes. His left hand was waving down in the air, and the buzzing magic blade was roaring. Opening the air in front of him, between the broken pieces of stone covered with red carpet at the foot of Tyrion, the figure of the King of Dark Blade was like a shadow of the disease, and once again rushed to the sun king covered with defensive magic.

"You want to know? Win me... I will tell you!"

"Wow"

The two weapons collided again, the apocalypse buzzed, and the red mana blade in contact with it was very silent, and the weapon in the hands of the sun king was not afraid of the magic sword showing the power of darkness. In the silence, in the waving of its master, a series of deadly flames crossed the body of the King of Dark Blades.

The power of the legendary weapon can only be resisted by the same weapon. Obviously, the strangely shaped long sword in Anastalian's hand is also not ordinary.

"boom"

The sound of two green and one red weapons colliding through the magnificent inner hall ladder, the energy escaping from the two during the battle rammed into this small area, easily breaking the solid stones over the ladder, That kind of power spread to the feet. After a while, under the slanting blow of Tyrion, the strongest stone pillar in the inner hall collapsed in the shrill tear.

The entire inner hall seemed to be about to collapse, and it was shaken by the collision of two strong forces. The dome painted with the high-elven historical murals also showed a terrible crack. This has been for thousands of years and represents Kui. The shrine of the prosperous civilization of El Salas seems to collapse in the next moment.

"Tear it"

In the shattered boulder groaning of the temple, the sound of a robe tearing could not attract the attention of the warriors, but it represented that after nearly 7 minutes of battle between the two sides, the victorious balance began to lean towards Tyrion from afar Too.

The King of Dark Blades placed the moon-shaped blade in front of him. On the sharp blade, a drop of bright red blood was slowly sliding down. In front of him, the old Sun King tried to straighten his body, but in On the right arm of the sword, the sleeves of the gorgeous Phoenix Robe have been silently extinguished by the cold breath. On his arm, there is also a grisly, slightly iced wound.

"You should be glad that this is fighting in your territory."

Between Tyrion's wrists flipped, the drop of blood broke away from the blade, and under the influence of the power of Sahel, suspended beside Tyrion, he looked at the Sun King in front of him and whispered:

"The magic power of Sunwell is protecting you. This powerful magic power makes the flames you throw out more fierce, and the magic of the body protection is thicker. If you change to a battlefield... the battle between you and me may be over 5 minutes ago."

"But you are old, Anastarian, the years have taken away your conscience and your strength, and voila, you are weak..."

Faced with this kind of de facto ridicule, the Sun King did not refute aloud. He just looked at the red gauze eroded by the energy of death behind Tyrion, and behind that noble gauze, it was mellow. The magical sun well, the golden liquid flowed from here when the ancestor Dasrema and the tribe moved here, and has sheltered the high elves for thousands of years.

But now, the Sun King can feel that under the well water shrouded by the magic of golden mist, there is another power slowly awakening, that is not the power of Quel'Thalas, full of Such a strange vitality.

"You! What did you put into our Sunwell?"

The old Sun King couldn’t sit back and watch this dangerous situation. He took a step forward. At this moment, the old body thought to be free of all restrictions. The golden magic visible to the naked eye began to converge towards Anastalian’s body. Just like a water sac being filled with energy, his body slowly suspended from the ground, pale long hair flying in the air behind him, and the substantial golden flame was also in the air around his body. ignite.

A breath as hot as the crater began to rise in the hall, just a few seconds later, even the air was twisted, making the light on this ladder strange.

"Answer me! Intruder!"

The magic sword in the hands of the Sun King with both eyes shining in the light of golden flames waved forward. The legendary weapon seemed to be awakened under the immense magic power. Three beating spheres of flame appeared in the sun Behind the king, it was as if the old king had really entered a "battle state".

This ultimate burst of power must not last long. Looking at the Sun King, who is "exploding" in front of him, the corner of the mouth of the Dark Blade suddenly raised a dangerous smile, as if he was interested in the battle in front of him.

"I was very angry when I heard that my wife was hurt by a wicked person, Anastarian, so I brought something from another world...that was a seed."

Between the words, the figure of the king of the dark blade suddenly disappeared in place, and the flames surrounding the sun king also burst at the same time. When the entire inner hall was lit by golden flames, the black shadow was like a cold The sharp edge of the blade cuts the ring of flames in front of the Sun King without fear. The icy eruption like the energy of death in the dead world expels the flames out of every inch of air in a more domineering posture.

Between the extreme freezing and the earth's shaking, the road leading to the well of the sun was blocked by layers of heavy ice.

"That's a seed that can reshape Quel'Thalas' ecological environment in an instant..."

Tyrion's figure smashed to the ground, and between the broken steps under his feet, he raised his head and looked at the angry Sun King in the sky with a smile. The buzzing magic blade was replaced by the other hand. In his gaze, a strange, long-sworded sword appeared in the empty hands of Tyrion.

Rather than calling it a sword, the sword is better called a rough-shaped machete, but strikingly, at the top of the heavy blade back, in the grotesque depression, a dark crystal polished into a circle I was floating there slowly, just like having my own life. Every time I swallow, I can make the dark breath wrapped around the knife stronger.

"Besides that, I came for it... Hush, this is a secret that should not be revealed at this time."

Tyrann, with his double-edged and double-edged blades, twisted his neck, and in the crisp sound of bone collision, he was like a child sharing a secret, his eyes full of indifference:

"It's not finished yet, to be precise, it's just a sword embryo, but my founder told me that if it can be infiltrated with more magic at this stage, when it really takes shape, the dark power that erupts Will completely subvert this continent for me..."

"I can only tell you, Sun King, your country is over, but no one will know who destroyed it... In addition, it has a nice name..."

"Uh"

Tyrion’s figure jumped into the air, and below him, the hall ground shaped by solid stones was completely torn apart in this ultimate power collision, and the speed of the Dark Blade King was extremely fast, just like blasting from the ground. Out of the shells, the Sun King’s wrists were flipped, and dozens of hot flame blades hit the attacker fiercely. Between the jumps of his other hand fingers, one after another horrible flame magic was released. The staircase passage where two people collided at the same moment was like a fiery hell.

But the curtain of the **** couldn't stop the darkness rushing out of the abyss, and between the icy, icy icy storms, Tyrion appeared in front of Anastarian, his body lit a few times. The hot golden flames, even the surface of the solid armor, began to melt, but there was no slight pain on his face. Some were just a rush of battle and a madness that released his emotions.

"I call it... Ashbringer..."

"Click"

The three weapons collided together at this moment. While the two figures receded outward in the explosion of the power of flames and ice, a stone was broken, and the sound of plants tearing the earth appeared in the ears of the two.

Tyrion turned his head, and outside the crystal clear ice, he saw... that creeping out of the golden magic well water, covered with weird golden runes, this moment was creepy. .. green branches.

"Oh, look, the seeds I planted...germinated!"

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