Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Wow"

In the depths of Kazmodan's snowy mountains, a burst of air blasting strong enough to lift a large avalanche erupted between the abruptness. The form of the force collision was extremely obvious, and even brought a sonic cloud visible to the naked eye in the air.

The impact of forcibly returning to the present world from the dead realm is astonishing. As a kind of energy creature, Wagri does not have much influence. Agatha lost control in the air and re-suspended steadily after a few spins. In the air, but the physical Tyrion failed to escape the second impact of the two worlds.

His body was directly thrown and flew out, just like a black missile. At a speed exceeding the speed of sound, he whistled and hit the mountain wall in the snow mountain valley in front. From the perspective of Agatha, he could clearly see To the scene where Tyrion hit the opposite mountain wall, the violent rocks and the snow falling from the top of the mountain.

This made Wagri subconsciously relieved.

She quickly flew over the valley covered by the falling snow. Between the hands and dances, the white splendid spear appeared in her hand. It seemed that she planned to fish Tyrion from the snow ditch, but it was in the tile The moment Gerry waved his weapon, a shock came from outside the valley, along with a weird roar and a halo of evil energy floating in mid-air.

When he saw the halo position, Agatha's face wrapped in the lightning helmet flashed a little surprise.

"Annara!"

One of her best friends, the Soul Healer who had repaired Soulion’s soul injury, was hiding there, seeing the dark green halo of evil energy getting thicker and thicker, Agatha glanced at the snow ditch below, A moment later, she flapped her wings and turned into a white streamer, rushing out of the valley where fighting was taking place.

When Agatha saw her old friend, she also saw a creature that should not be here. It was a demon fighting a soul healer... a weird demon.

It was a demon similar to a lion, with no hair on the whole body, only disgusting blood-red fine scales, a short tail, and wings on both sides of the body composed of white bones. The most terrible thing was its face, which was disgusting. s face.

It's not a face, but a weird head formed by dozens of faces huddled together, each face has gritty teeth, and under these disgusting twisted faces, there is a pair Between Zhang and He, the teeth were covered with scary mouths.

This demon is chasing Annara, who is not good at fighting, in the tomb of the soul healer. Every mouth of it can spew a completely different kind of magic breath. On its huge claws, there is also a breath of evil energy. One claw can leave a burning mark on the ground.

"Uzur Devourer! Damn, how could this monster appear here?"

As Wagri, who deals with the soul, Annara certainly knows what this is. In fact, she had killed such demons more than once during the demon invasion 10,000 years ago, but she encountered on the battlefield before. , It’s not as huge as it is in front of me. This looks like an evil pet of some big devil.

Such disgusting creatures will naturally not be born. Even if the creator is blind, he will not make such monsters born purely to spread maliciousness. These things are essentially a kind of stitched corpse, constructing monsters, by The demons have made it specifically for devouring corpses, and devouring traveling souls on the battlefield, to provide demons with some "material" for experimentation.

It is said that when the devourer demon is made, there is only one face, and as they eat more and more souls, they will grow more faces. From the size of the devourer in front of him, this guy is the least. Consumed 1000 souls.

It is worth mentioning that "Uzur" means "soul devourer" in demon language.

"Annara, I'm here to help you!"

Agatha shouted and immediately attracted the attention of Uzur, who was raging in the cemetery below. The disgusting monster roared towards the sky, among the dozens of malicious eyes that shone The lethal light rushed to the sky, but Agatha flexibly hid.

The warrior Wagri gave a roar of war, and in the shining of the power of the soul, her body turned into a white lightsaber that fell from the sky. Ripped open completely, the monster roared in the smelly and **** escape, and soon another face appeared on its body.

"It's really hard..."

Agatha wielded the war spear and tore the two faces of the Uzur at once, but also did not cause effective damage to it. Uzur's demon configuration is very rare, and it is also very difficult to tangle, because the body Every soul in can bring new life to them.

"This monster came to me, it will devour me..."

The breath-healing soul healer waved his hands and wrapped the soul light around the body of the Uzur demon in front of him, restricting its movements, and the war spear in Agatha's hands was like a storm like a storm. Uzur kept retreating.

"We have to kill it at least a thousand times... really bad."

Agatha complained, but did not stop the attack in her hand. As Wagri, she could see the wailing souls in this monster's body, most of them were draenei souls, and some Dwarves and humans, she wanted to save them, but she was powerless. The demon like Uzur was too evil, and the souls bound in its body were already saved.

"Relieve them."

Agatha thought like this, she raised the war spear again, but at the same time she was ready to take a break, killing the monster in front of her at the same time, a shadow came out of the snow not far away, Terry Ang rubbed his nose. He felt that in the impact just now, his nose seemed to be broken and his nose was crooked.

This made the King of Dark Blade very uncomfortable, and the influence of the Death Realm on him seemed to be still there, which made Tyrion unable to control his emotions. When he saw the disgusting monster, Dark Blade The King of the Backhand pulled out the Ashbringer behind him, and a powerful slash hit the back of the Uzur Devil's neck fiercely from behind.

Between Tyraine’s best efforts, dozens of black blade phantoms cut into Uzur’s body from all directions. With just one blow, the demon monster’s third bone made a fragile break. .

"Leave it!"

"I come!"

The King of Dark Blades coldly threw a sentence at the two Wagley who watched, and the Ashbringer in his hand waved again. In just a few seconds, the unbelievable Uzur Demon screamed. Keeping retreating, Tyrion alone struck out the momentum and damage of a dozen people under siege, and it seems that Tyrion seemed to vent the anger that had been threatened by the two deaths on the poor demon in front of him.

"It lives on the soul, Tyrion, it's physical damage alone, it won't kill it!"

Annara, the soul healer who was transformed into a melon-eating audience, reminded aloud that Tyrion’s attack also stopped at this moment, and he put the Ashbringer back into the scabbard behind his backhand, entangled between his beating fingers. The long sword of black flame appeared in his hand. At the moment of this weird long sword, the howling Uzur seemed to see the natural enemy. It opened its broken bone wings and turned to escape. .

"Oh? Is that so?"

The King of Dark Blades extended his finger and knocked on the blade in his hand. The black soul fire slowly faded away, revealing the sword body of the apocalypse, and with the help of Tyrion, some of the polluters were successfully devoured. The magic blade of the soul has also entered the stage of breaking through its shackles as expected. Its self-evolution has not yet been completed, but as a weapon, it can still fulfill its mission.

"Can you fight? Apocalypse?"

Tyrion asked softly, a moment later, a vicious voice sounded in his heart:

"Wave me wanton... the blood of the enemy will make me happier."

"well!"

The King of Dark Blades nodded, and the next moment, his figure was like a black lightning, rushing into the sky between the falling snow, the body of the Uzur demon who wanted to escape flashed in black light After passing away, it was smoothly divided into a dozen pieces in the air, and then smashed into the white snow with the smelly **** rain.

"He did it! The destructive power of the soul... amazing!"

Annara looked at the apocalypse entangled in black flames a little, she hid quietly behind Agatha, and secretly looked at the cold Tyrion, she whispered:

"Let's go as soon as it's over, and I have to appease the souls that were released."

Tyrion turned his head and glanced at the seemingly timid soul healer. After a while, he set his eyes on Agaza again. He pointed to his ear and asked:

"What about the sounds echoing in my head?"

"That is the will of the realm of the dead, it sees you, it touches you, and now it calls you..."

Agatha explained with some concern:

"You shouldn't take a risk, Tyrion. In order to save you, I let you enter the world that you should not enter now. Do you know why Hella doesn't chase you? The realm of death will corrode the souls of any living creature, It is calling you, it wants you to blend into that world and become a part of that world, and if you do not respond to this call... it will come to you."

"Hella thinks that you are dead. After you have completely returned to eternal silence, the part of the soul of the big devil in your hand will still return to her. This is not cost-effective, it is not cost-effective!"

Agatha's explanation made Tyrion couldn't help but touch his ear, but after a while, he shook his head:

"It's not cost-effective, it's up to me, I think it's very cost-effective,"

"Just talk hard!"

Agatha, dissatisfied with her weapon, she looked at Tyrion's tired eyes, she said:

"The realm of the dead is still affecting your senses and soul. You'd better rest for a while, and then think about how to respond to this call. In short, don't take risks. The "wizard" you need hasn't been found yet, so rash Entering the realm of death, you won't end up too well, yes, just now, I saw that the floating island also disappeared. Is that what you did?"

In the falling snow of Kazmodan, Tyrion turned back and looked at the direction of North Xinjiang. His eyes narrowed, and a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"No, that's not what I did, it's another group of people."

"A group of courageous and courageous guys, and one of whom I follow at all times, has to say that he did it this time, very well!"

"I am very satisfied with his transformation..."

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"Wow, wow"

The sound of the rhythm of the sea echoed in the ears of Kel'Thuzad. The pale magister and warlock was standing on the edge of a ruined ruin in Dalaran, looking at the speechless sea below.

In the absence of maps and magical positioning, even mages like Kel'Thuzad can't figure out where they were teleported to in the last desperate teleport.

But it must still be here in Azeroth... there is no doubt that the familiar magical breath above the sea and the fluctuations of elements that are very in line with the laws of this world have proved their position, so this group of warlocks Luck was not bad, and the scepter of Sargeras, who had not been ruined, was sent directly to another world.

And beside Kel'Thuzad, Artea was wearing a bandage for her brother, the silent human warlock Kanrisad had a blood stain on the corner of his mouth, and the dwarf warlock Wilfred was lying on the ground not far away. In the past, life and death are unknown, the orc warlock Retson lost his hands, and the high elf warlock Simfer knelt on his knees with his disfigured face and cried aloud.

The small group just established by Kel'Thuzad has gone to the brink of collapse after a life and death crisis.

"Don't cry! Stop crying! You are so noisy!"

The Archmage turned back, stretched out some trembling hands, and put his hood of magic torn on his head. He looked at the few people in front of him with a hazy look, and he shouted loudly:

"We survived! Fools, there is hope in life, we also have Dalaran... Dalaran that can fly, although I haven't figured out the principle of its dangling, but it's nothing... the most The important thing is that we have a future!"

Talking, Kel'Thuzad flicked his fingers, and Kanrisad, who was covered with bandages, struggled to stand up and handed him a wooden box.

Kel'Thuzad opened the wooden box, and the black Sargeras scepter stayed quietly in front of him. He took a deep breath, and in the eyes of all the warlocks, Kel'Thuzad reached out and took the black band. Lifting it with an unclear breath, the Archmage could feel that the staff in his hand had his own consciousness, and that consciousness was resisting him with a disdainful attitude.

But Kel'Thuzad's face was not shaken at all. He looked at the defeated soldier in front of him, and he shouted loudly:

"Here... I declare, you, you have passed the first trial..."

"Welcome to join... mine, the Black Scythe Council!"

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