Azeroth’s Death Track

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Archimonde was hit positively by the power of Sargeras' eye and was seriously injured, but this does not mean that he was being bullied at this time.

For a big demon like him, the existence of the body is just to carry the soul and power, and the loss of the body is, in a sense, not a terrible problem.

As long as the soul is still there, deadly magic can still be used.

"Are you going to stare at me with your eyes?"

Tyrion's figure was beating, avoiding the scorching fierce energy shot in the eyes of the polluter in front of him. It was very easy. He continued to charge forward. Between jumps, he quickly approached the body of the polluter and then waved his hand. The ash messenger cut a sword on Archmond's wound, and the black sword shadows overlapped between each other, so that the cut body had another deep scar of bone.

Immediately afterwards, the magic sword apocalypse in the other hand of Tyraon was stabbed fiercely into the dark green blood in the extreme buzz. At the moment of piercing the body of the big demon, this greedy demon The sword began to bite Archimonde's soul madly. The pain from that soul made the dying great demon even more irritable.

"I'm Archimonde, King of Eredar! Get away, bugs!"

A dozen beating dark green light lines enveloped his body in layers, and at the next moment, a hot flame spewed out from the center of that field, wrapping the polluter's body with the assassin In the strong evil energy.

The use of this magic power is not subtle, but it wins over the powerful destructive power, and it is launched very quickly. In the ravages of the beating fierce fire, Tyrion can clearly see that the polluter's body is also flamed. During the burning, it was clear that the great demon had felt that the bug Tyrion was a little tricky, and actually had the ability to destroy his soul, so in between extreme humiliation, he chose a burst of resistance.

He is ready... to kill himself.

"Is this leaving?"

Tyrion's eyes changed slightly, he rolled up the dark red energy of death, wrapped his body, and then quickly rushed into the magic circle of the evil energy, he shouted:

"Don't stay for a cup of tea?"

"Uh"

The hot blood was splattered, the apocalypse and the Ashbringer left and right, once again pierced the remnant of the big demon, Tyrion loosened the sword handle, and at the moment his eyes turned blood red, his hands were raised, two shares The dark green blood column was drawn from Archimonde's corpse.

Pain, extreme pain, swept the polluter’s mind, and the apocalypse inserted in his residual body is like a bold mouse, biting his strong and tough soul, but the apocalypse bites very hard. To this delicious soul, Apocalypse is like a drooping old man with loose teeth and weak power, making it impossible to enjoy the delicious "big meal" in front of him.

This is normal... this is not that the Magic Blade Apocalypse is weak, but because the soul it faces is too strong.

Apocalypse is a magic blade forged by the ancient Nasrezim demons, and it has a devastating lethal effect on the common soul, but the destructive power of the apocalypse is limited, just like a strong ant, it can’t win a Like an adult, it is only a legendary weapon after all, you cannot ask it to do too much.

Archimonde’s power upgrade was given by the Dark Titan himself. The Titan’s power was protecting him. Under normal circumstances, during the heyday of Archermund the polluter, even if the great devil opened his soul for the apocalyptic bite, the magic sword I also want to hurt him by a cent, just like in the world of Draenor, facing the severely wounded demon Kazak, Tian Qi tried his best, and he could only bite from Kazak’s huge soul The same.

As a pure weapon, even if it has its own will and its own soul, it cannot actively break through its limits... It needs help, and the soul in front of it is very important to it!

"Buzz, buzz"

The magic sword inserted on top of the fast-drying flesh was buzzing wildly, and Tyrion, who was trying his best to draw the blood of the big devil, heard this strange, never-buzzing, which made him look strangely turned. Too much.

Tyrion's blood-red eyes blinked. In Archimonde's beast-like roar and the fiery fire burning, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"You... are you begging me?"

"Om"

The apocalypse trembled, and seemed to be answering Tyrion’s question.

And this answer makes Terion look more strange:

"It’s really a lot of weird things today. I didn’t expect that an unruly **** like you would actually look back one day... But why should I help you? See, free, you never want to have a master ,Right?"

"Buzz, buzz"

The Weng Ming sound of the Apocalypse is more fierce. If it is replaced by human language, it probably represents the anxiety and anger of the Apocalypse at this time, but the more it is, the more silent Tylion is. A few blood beads of evil energy gathered around him. He tilted his head and looked at the magic sword in front of him:

"Hey, this is not the attitude that should be asked for, but I probably understand that Archimonde’s soul is very important to you, it can help you break through your limits...reshape the sword and reach another weapon. Level, well, it sounds great... but still that sentence, why should I help you?"

Tyrion Moo was holding his chin. He looked back at the big devil with a weaker breath. He waved his hand and interrupted the apocalyptic hissing. He said in a deep voice:

"I don't need you to be able to reap the soul of the demon. Bang Sandy will help me... we have a contract, I take half, he takes half... Actually, you see, I have the Ashbringer, It is stronger than you, and more loyal than you. Do you know why I forged it?"

"I'm tired of your rebelliousness. The rebellious wildness you can't control makes me feel disgusted. I'm not going to use you anymore, apocalypse. I gave you many opportunities, but you never cherish... I let You gave me Kazak’s soul fragment, and you refused, didn’t you? I asked you to help me transform those Paladins, and you also refused!"

"Merry Winterwind’s soul was broken by you with a bad personality. He chose to annihilate himself in despair, and he almost released Casanatil in advance... you see, how much trouble you have caused me !"

Tyrion's finger touched the hilt of the silent Ashbringer. He looked at the apocalypse, his eyes full of indifference:

"A weapon that does not obey the master's order has no value at all...Apocalypse, I won't help you! Just like you won't help me sincerely."

"Bon Sandy is coming, maybe he will be interested in you, maybe I can use you to get more troops from him, those 1,000 golden sword guards are more useful than you!"

Talking, Tyrion drew back the Ashbringer from the weakened Archimonde's body, shook the blood drop from the sword, turned the black epee back, and strode away. On the edge of the Dalaran floating island, he already felt the breath of Bang Sandi, and the troll Reaper was coming soon to fulfill his agreement with Tyraine.

Divide Archimonde's coveted and powerful soul together...

"Om"

Just a few steps after Tyrion left, behind him, after a long silence, the Apocalypse inserted in the body of the great demon issued a sharp and extreme hiss, like the young men who gave up.

And Tyrion's footsteps also stopped at this moment, he turned back, his eyes beating with a strange:

"You... say it again?"

"Om"

The apocalypse hissed again, and Tyrion was impatient:

"Say! I know you can speak! I want to hear you say it myself!"

This requires the magic blade to be silenced again, but seeing the power of the soul around Dalaran floating island deeper and deeper, the apocalypse finally succumbed.

"Master...I need you...help me!"

This is the first time Tyrion has heard the Apocalypse speak. He knew a long time ago that this treacherous magic blade could speak. Sister Saratas also proved this. The voice of Apocalypse was like the haze. The tone of the fear dreadlord, low, hoarse, revealing a touch of exhaustion and resentment, sounds like an evil guy.

"Um... this feels really good, just like the first time annoying bear children say to dad."

Tyrion sticks out his tongue and licks his lips. He walks to the side of the apocalypse, and he looks at the trembling long sword:

"say it one more time!"

"Don't get too much! Terion. Blade of Dawn!"

"Huh? That's what you call me?"

There was a hint of playful smile in Tyrion's eyes:

"What should you call me?"

"...the host!"

This time, Tyrion easily felt the resentful but helpless emotion in the voice of the Apocalypse, and the deflated magic blade finally yielded to the King of Dark Blades with a laugh.

At the next moment, his left hand clenched the apocalypse's hilt again, Tyrion's eyes turned to pure black, and a black flame representing the power of the soul flowed out of his arm, entwined layer by layer His fingers, and the hilt of the apocalypse, above the blade.

"You know, apocalypse, if you just talk about it, then I can't help you..."

Tyrion whispered:

"Open your soul and leave my mark. Only in this way can I lend you power!"

"Om"

Between the magic blades buzzing, a dark red strange halo shone from the core of this moon-shaped long sword, entwined with the black fire of Tyraine, as if the clear water was polluted , Just in the blink of an eye, the core of the apocalypse became a beating black flame. After Tyraon’s soul power was injected into this magic blade, its sturdy shell began to shatter from the inside, and new power began to be in this sword. Breed.

It gave a wild roar. At the soul level, Tyrion could see clearly. The apocalypse was like a fierce monster covered with black flames, with a big mouth of blood, and a bite on Archimonde. The weak soul is different from the previous corners and corners. This time, it tears off a fragment equivalent to one-twentieth of the great demon's soul in one bite.

"Tasting dog... my good friend Tyrion, you seem to need my help!"

At the moment when the Apocalypse began to bite Archimonde's soul, behind Tyrion, on the edge of the broken Dalaran floating island, between the dark mist and the mist, the troll death of Bunsandi's strange voice It sounded.

He came to fulfill his promise, however, Tyrion no longer needed him.

"Sorry, Bang Sandy..."

Tyrion turned his head to look at the troll death, rubbing his hands, and there was a trace of indifference in his black eyes:

"But I suddenly found that maybe I can handle the soul in front of me, and I don’t need you to bother. I’m sorry to let you go for nothing...but I will compensate you, the soul of 50000 trolls, How is it? This is enough to show my apology?"

"Uh"

The entire sky of Dalaran Floating Island turned into a deep and indifferent landscape of the dead world at this moment, and the always-hippy smiling troll Bong Sandi, his eyes under the bone mask, also jumped with a sullen look, A spear composed of soul power appeared in his hand.

"You're kidding, right? My friend Tyrion...I like your joke very much, but now, let me go, I only take my share!"

"Oh, are you dissatisfied?"

Tyrion flexed his wrist and said softly:

"Then 100,000 troll souls? Or, more? Until you are satisfied!"

"Wow"

Nine black, tentacles entwined with a cold and strange breath rushed out of the newly formed strait under the Dalaran floating island, bringing a huge wave, and the uneasy breath of the dead world was like It is like double superposition, it becomes deeper, and in the eyes of people in this world, Dalaran floating island, like being pulled into another world, has long disappeared.

"I told you a long time ago, stupid Bang Sandy...mortals are not credible!"

A sharp female voice inserted into the dialogue. In the sky behind Tyrion, a pair of hazy and chaotic eyes slowly opened in the breath of the dead world, using a toy gaze to look down and Tyrion who confronted Bangsandi:

"I have been observing him for a long time, he is not the kind of character who will surrender to whom... am I right? Tyraon. Blade of Dawn! The little **** in Agatha thought you could protect her, But I'm curious, are you really...can you?"

The King of Dark Blade looked back, he looked at the shadow of the looming, huge woman's upper body in the sky, a glare of resentment in his eyes, but in the end, he was still polite, like Like a gentleman, nodded slightly at the woman:

"Hello... The Queen of Underworld, the necromancer, Ms. Hella, I have long known the name of you..."

PS: This change is over. Everyone is going to work tomorrow. Take a good rest tonight. Spend time with your family and find a good state to start work tomorrow. In addition, I am not sure if there will be any changes in November. Now I really do not have a chapter at hand. I can only say that I will try my best again in November, but if not, I hope everyone will not be disappointed... 3 more, let me recuperate...too tired.

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