Azeroth’s Death Track

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Regarding Hella, we no longer need to say anything.

The woman who controlled the entrance to Azeroth’s largest death realm was a madman driven by her own sufferings, a poor man, but also a tyrant. In the past ten million years, she has been hiding in her shadow In the country, planning a war of revenge against Titan's guardian Odin and his heroic legion.

She personally broke the balance of life and death she should have maintained, buckled the souls of those dead in her own country, used them as raw materials, infused the power of the deep sea for them, and then added hatred and distortion to cultivate, coming and going. In the mysterious Shadow Kingdom, Kvaldir, who bears the hatred of Hella, has reached an alarming number.

According to some reports of the dead gnome Buddy Moore, the trading prince responsible for sea commerce, Hella has secretly set off a frenzy of revenge, whether it is in the Howling Fjord in Northrend or in the Broken Islands In the fjords of Storms, Kvadir Mist Warriors who were constantly looting the land appeared in the gathering place of the Viku people.

She could not bear the hatred that had been tormented by pain for hundreds of thousands of years, and she was going to declare war on Odin.

As we all know, war, war never relies on diplomatic rhetoric to win. The most basic and important part of war is soldiers. Hella needs soldiers. She craves more soldiers at all costs, and she The long detention of dead souls has affected Azeroth's life order...

Otherwise, such a large world is still bred with the soul of the star, it is impossible to have such a little life... In the view of Tyrion, the area and resources of this world are enough to feed billions of people, but in fact? Even if you count those hidden races and foreign races, the population of Azeroth is at most 200 million.

The sparse population of a world is naturally related to productivity, but under the surface problems of productivity, hidden is the suspension of civilization caused by the hatred of a mad woman, and even the dilemma of continuous retreat. Hella is not "Azeroth degradation The culprit of "history", but she played a very important and sad role in it.

In contrast, Bang Sandy, the troll **** of death, no matter how much Bang Sandy likes to threaten others with words, but his job is really impeccable. Under his management, the troll's civilized world continues The outbreak of civil war, slaughter and genocide broke out. Trolls had used thousands of tactics to defeat the incomparable Yakimite empire thousands of years ago, but even with such terrible consumption, the life system of the trolls still prospered prosperity.

Compared with tens of thousands of years ago, the number of trolls in this world not only did not decrease, but also increased...

This is why Tyrion will choose to cooperate with Bang Sandy. Compared to Hella who is mad and immersed in self-revenge, Bang Sandy is undoubtedly an excellent collaborator, but now it seems that Tyrion was eventually "sold" by Bangsandi. Judging by the speed and time Hella arrived here, she must have known that Tyrion would kill the devil here long ago. action.

"You betrayed me, friend."

Tyrion stood quietly in the center of Dalaran Floating Island. He looked at Bang Sandy:

"Don't you feel ashamed? We signed the contract..."

"This is not to blame me, Tyrion, the boss's idea."

Bunsandi shrugged and pointed to the sky. He moved his skinless lips and said:

"A soul like Archimonde is very important to the order of the world of the dead. It will play a greater role in our hands. You should not possess it, nor can you possess it. Now, leave it, and see our cooperation For pleasure, leave here... and never come back again!"

"I can't guess what you want to do with it, but Ms. Hella..."

Tyrion did not mean to leave. He turned his head to look at the silent Hella in the sky behind him. He said softly:

"If you divide it, half of it, let me count, Ms. Hella can use it to make more Kvaldir Mist Warriors... Maybe, maybe a monster that can match Odin, Do you really hate him that way?"

"Shut up! Mortal, the grievances between me and Odin are beyond your comprehension. I advise you to listen to Bang Sandy's suggestion, and get out now. Those "story" between you and me, after I finish it We will talk about it later."

Hella said indifferently, her hoarse voice echoed like a dull thunder in this dark space:

"You will come to me, right? Tyraine, after all, your soul fragments, as well as those of your "loyal" subordinates, are still in my hands."

The Queen of Hades moved his body, and the nine black tentacles buckled around Dalaran Floating Island also moved with it, pulling the whole floating island, trembling in the shock of this power.

"I will wait for you in the abyss of underworld, wait for you to kneel before my throne, and become the most loyal forward of the war between me and Odin. Your dark power will drown the entire Warragal for me... Turn Odin's Hall of Heroes into downright hell!"

Hella with a mocking laughter silenced the atmosphere on Dalaran Floating Island, just like the heavy stone pressed on Tyrion’s shoulder. After a moment, the King of Dark Blade raised his head, he Looking at the dim stars that are completely different from the night sky above him, he said softly:

"Oh, it seems that I don't seem to have much choice...but before leaving, I have a question and I want to ask you guys."

"When Archimonde and his demons came to this world, why didn't you show up with awe-inspiring power and give him a fatal blow with the force of your hands?"

"Why when you, my humble mortal, use all methods to kill the great demon, you have to hide and watch in the shadows, and after my victory, you jump out again, pressing me with your might, trying to make me like a Just go away like a mouse..."

Tyrion extended his finger and rubbed his forehead. He said in a tired voice:

"Let me guess, you are also afraid of the power of the great demon, just like the humans who are trembling in the castle... You are also afraid of him! Fear of the living, not the dead, so after his death , You can’t wait to jump out and show your sense of existence, why? Because you are stronger than me? Right? Because you are a safe win for me..."

"You are afraid of him, but not of me, right?"

Tyrion's voice was low, and there seemed to be a volcano about to erupt in it. He raised his head, and his ice-blue eyes stared at Hella and Bunsandi in front of him:

"You two disgusting... mice!"

"boom"

Huge tentacles smashed fiercely over the ruins of Dalaran, between a burst of bricks and stones, leaving a broken trace on the ground, with the power of black death, Hella's pale eyes stared at Thai Ryan, her voice came from the mist of death:

"Shut up! Mortal...you are provoking me, you are doing a very dangerous thing!"

Bangsandi also stretched out his hands helplessly, persuading Tyrion who did not want to bow his head:

"My friend, I’m sorry that something like this will happen, but believe me, leaving here is the best choice for you, give in, compromise, and then reach a consensus, I know it’s difficult, but whether you want it or not Willing to accept, this is how the world works... Maybe one day you will be a member of us, by that time, I will apologize to you."

"No, what the truth of this world is like, I know better than you, Bon Sandy, you don't need to comfort me, what you look like is really disgusting!"

Tyrion took a step back and stooped down to grab the tentacles on the jaw of the great demon who had lost his consciousness. He glanced left and right between Hella and Bangsandi, and then showed a strange smile to Bangsandi:

"But we used to be friends, right, Bang Sandy...I'll give you a gift!"

"Uh"

The moment the voice fell to the ground, the remnant of the great demon was thrown in the direction of Bunsandi. At the moment of the remnant, Tyrion grabbed the blade of the apocalypse and pumped this long sword completely entangled by black fire. Come out, and at this moment, the change in Archimonde's soul immediately made Hella and Bangsandi aware that the soul in this broken body became less... at least half!

"Bon Sandy, this is a gift of broken friendship! No thanks!"

"I will take part in the war between you and Odin, Hella, and by that time, I will give you a...surprise!"

A pair of pale wings suddenly appeared behind Tyrion, grabbing his body and quickly disappearing into another space. The screaming Hella waved her tentacles and threw it hard at Tyrion who tried to escape, and Bongsandi who got Archimonde's body, the chicken thief waved his hand at Tyrion, and then dragged the remaining body with a smile and turned to run.

"You are really a good friend, Tyrion. When you die, I swear to protect your soul and return to the Hades... Old Bang Sandy never lies!"

The moment before the tentacles smashed Teraion with tremendous force, he lost 99% of his power. The empty Eye of Sargeras was slammed into the tentacles by Tyraon. In an instant, the last 1% of the evil energy exploded. This blasting evil energy was not worth mentioning to Hella, but just at the moment of the outbreak of evil energy, from the underground of the ruins of Dalaran at the foot of everyone, also There was a strange wave of space.

With the cooperation of the two forces, Hella’s tentacles were almost stabs out of Tyrion’s body, while Wagri Agatha gritted his teeth, and after a cry, he screamed Tyrion Drag into the shadow world he shouldn't have entered.

That was the site of Hella and Bangsandi. It stands to reason that Hella only needs to return to the realm of death to follow the traces left by Agatha and eventually catch Terion, but that takes time, and more The serious problem is that the troll Bongsandi, who came with her, has dragged Archimonde's body to his portal, and Hella, with little hesitation, manipulated the remaining tentacles, crazy Smashed to the fleeing Bunsandi.

"You are crazy! Hella, go chase Tyrion, the half of his soul belongs to you!"

"Put down what you have in hand, it belongs to me! Dirty troll!"

"What do you want me? Then take it, provided you can catch up with me, disgusting mad woman, I've had enough of you already!"

A minute ago, the two gods of death still stood together, threatening Tyrion to give up the loot they got, but a minute later, the two gods of death had already fought for the broken loot.

The power of death runs endlessly in this space. In the battlefield of death, only one third is left. It is possible to be hit by two big men at any time and be broken into tens of millions of Dalaran floating islands. In the sound of space breaking, it suddenly disappeared into the space enveloped by the power of death.

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Tyrion, who was dragged by Agatha and flew quickly in a strange world, was in a bad situation.

He was not injured in the attacks of Hella and Sambandi, and the bad situation now is entirely because he entered a place that should not be entered...Dead Realm, Shadow Realm, Void Realm, it has many names, But no one is prepared for mortals. This world, which is opposed to this world, is simply not where Tyrion should come now.

What's more, the way he entered here was somewhat...rough.

"Tirion! Wake up! Don't sleep, **** it!"

Wagri Agatha flapped her wings frantically, and the King of Dark Blades in her arms was in a state where her senses were stripped away, and when she was forcibly dragged into the realm of death by Agatha, this world and death The strength of the boundary between the two collided with each other had a certain impact on Tyrion’s soul.

His senses at this time, as if in a groggy state, were dragged into a roller rotating tens of thousands of times a second. The terrible vertigo that directly acts on the soul gave Tyrion a long-lost thought. The feeling of vomiting, but the problem is that the soul cannot vomit, and this contradictory situation makes his will more blurred.

Just like drinking a lot of wine, it may break the film completely at any time, and then lose consciousness. This bad feeling has nothing to do with the strength of the force. This is purely suppression of the different laws of the two worlds.

Wagri holding Tirion while flying while watching from left to right. This world is dull and dark in Tyrion’s eyes, but in the eyes of the shadow creature such as Wagri, it’s another gesture, Aga Sa is very clear that life like Tyrion who accidentally entered the shadow world can easily attract something terrifying and difficult to entangle.

"Those...those dark things, behind you...what is that?"

Tyrion asked suddenly, which made Agatha stunned, and then whispered:

"Hold on! The next exit will soon arrive... Those things, dementors, the looters attracted by the smell of the soul, live on the negative emotions of the soul, and no one in the world of death wants to and They deal with... wait, can you see them?"

"Yes! They are ugly!"

Tyrion said hardly that he shook his head and looked at the dark environment around him. His senses were slowly recovering, but it was like a layer of tulle between the soul and the invisible, inaudible, You can’t touch it, you can’t smell it. This feeling is enough to make living people go crazy, but Tyrion is a dead man, and he has a higher tolerance for these negative effects.

In a trance-jumping vision, he could see the black shadows behind Agatha's running on all fours, like the ghouls thrown into the ink, but they were thinner, more distorted, and more Slender, full of a sense of awkwardness and fear, you can't see your eyes, you can only see the beating body.

They seem to be able to appear everywhere, and even above Tyrion’s head, they can see dementors with their limbs twisted backwards and chased in a weird to extreme posture. These guys are like all the negatives of the creator. The gathering of emotions, if you see this thing in this world, Tyraion must not hesitate to cut it off.

But now, he can't do it... After a few seconds, maybe a few hours later, time has lost its meaning here. In short, Tyrion saw a twisted light in his increasingly heavy and blank eyes, Ah Gaza's voice also came at this moment:

"Hold on! Don't sleep! Don't listen to those sounds...the exit is in front! Clench your teeth...it might be a little painful..."

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