Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Wake up!"

"Fool, open your eyes!"

"I took you out of the twisted void not to waste your time! Fuck, wake up!"

Fear demon Tick Dios felt his thoughts were groggy, like being thrown into the coldest death star among the stars. The strange touch seemed to freeze its thinking.

But maybe this is just an illusion, after all, it had just experienced a near-death a while ago.

In this weird environment, it wants to open its eyes, but finds that this simple action is really difficult to do. Between its thinking and the body of the soul, it seems to be separated by a layer of gauze, interlocking I feel very uncomfortable when I move.

"Tear it"

The sound of 10,000 paws sweeping across the surface of the glass resounded in the soul of Tikdios. The noisy sound was enough for any intelligent creature to feel the scalp tingling, and the sound was more like a direct effect on the fear demon In his soul... let it scream subconsciously.

And the next second, it suddenly opened his eyes, but found that he was being bound in a soul stone...

In front of it was a dim hall, and Casanathir’s low and hazy eyes were looking at it, and Tikdios easily saw an unmasked maliciousness from those eyes, which The dreadlord could not help but tremble.

In the heyday, Tikdios did not fear seniors like Casanathir, but the problem was that it still remembered the dark green light that engulfed itself completely a few days ago, where it destroyed all evil energy. In the light, Tike Dios felt the real tearing feeling, the pain that the soul was melted and then torn open again.

There is no doubt that it "dead" once in the ruins of Dalaran, it should have been reborn in the depths of the twisted void, but I don’t know why, but it was trapped in this soul stone, and the worst is that it It is now in a period of absolute weakness.

Although the characteristics of the Nasrezim Demon determine that a dreadlord cannot kill another sibling, if Casanathir insists on letting him "suffer", then Tikdios will spend hundreds of years in the future. To be spent in the burning soul forge, it is a torture field that fears all demons, even the most brutal abyss lord fears there, not to mention the cunning dreadlord?

"Yo, you are awake, Tikdios, usurper!"

Casanathir reached out and shook the soul stone at the tip of his finger, and the weak soul of Tikdios immediately felt turned upside down, like being thrown into the raging ocean tide, the vibration made it dizzy, It could not help but scream.

"Enough! Enough! Where is this? Why am I here? I shouldn't be here!"

"This is Azeroth...your burial place, of course you shouldn't be here, idiot!"

Casanathir stretched out his finger and flicked a shard of soul into the soul stone, then said disdainfully:

"According to the resurrection process of the demons, you should now be in the deepest part of the distorted void and eat the mud with the new abyss worms, fool! Why? You mean, you are not satisfied with my behavior of "rescue"? Should I throw you back into the twisted void, maybe you still miss those stinky mud?"

"No, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Tick ​​Dios weakly grasped the fragment that had penetrated into the Soul Stone, biting bitterly and regaining his energy. He slightly retorted, and the cunning nature of the dreadlord told it that it is better not to anger Casa at this moment. Natil, offensive and defensive has been eccentric, it is now definitely at an absolute disadvantage.

"I mean, I thank you for your rescue, my fellow..."

Tikdios said in a flattering voice, but the next moment, it heard the dissatisfied hum of Casanathir:

"You call me "sib"? Usher, it seems that I need to teach you well, what is humility!"

"No! No, what I want to say is... leader! I was wrong, leader, I shouldn't have coveted your lordship hundreds of years ago, but I have paid the price, haven't I?"

Tikdios was very stubborn, but he had to beg and pity at Casanathir. He whispered:

"I have seen it, I understand my mistakes, the big demons are unreliable, Archimonde **** took me to block the muzzle, after I was killed, Kil'jaeden didn't leave me alone ...I'm wrong, they are unreliable."

Tikdios's words are true and false. On the one hand, it does feel extremely dissatisfied because Archimonde took it to block the gun. On the other hand, it also has a kind of fear in its heart because of everything about the natural disasters of the dead. It was the fraudster Kil'jaeden who had given it its mission, but now it has failed in disgrace and even lost to another big demon of the legion.

Although Archimonde’s death may not make the fraudster happy, on the bright side, failure is failure, even if it does not die in the attack on Archimonde by Dark Blade, even if it escapes safely. After Argus, waiting for it, it will also be the most terrifying punishment of the Legion... Dark Titan does not have much "warmth" for those incompetent subordinates.

"Well, it seems that death can really teach something to an unruly fool."

Casanatir nodded with satisfaction. He stepped back a few steps and sat on the stone throne in this dark area. He rubbed his chin with sharp claws and looked at the soul stone with Tikdios soul. The evil light in his eyes was moving, and Tikdios didn't dare to disturb the thinking of the former lord. It stayed in the Soul Stone obediently, waiting for Casanathir's "trial".

But...Since it has been brought back to Azeroth from the deepest point of the twisted void, it proves that Casanathir needs it, and this Tikdios only needs to use his brain to think, which also Let it see the future and see new hope.

"So, powerful, evil, cunning Casanathir, you brought me back from the twisted void, what do you need me to do for you?"

Tikdios "eaten" the soul fragments that have infiltrated into the soul stone, just like the thirsty traveler in the desert finally drank the water. It recovered some spirits and asked again:

"Do you want me to serve you? I'm happy to..."

"No! I need you to return to the fraudster, Tikdios. I need you to continue to be a loyal doggie of the fraudster and continue to advise on its dark ambitions."

Casanatier gave a treacherous laugh:

"Me and other Nasrezm lords will not return to Argus, we will continue to stay in Azeroth for our business. Once Argus has any trouble, I need you to tell us the first time, understand? ?"

This quirky request made Tikdios stunned, but soon it responded, and he nodded and said to Casanatier in a sincere voice:

"Relax, I will do well."

"Leave this to yourself."

Casanathir's violent wave interrupted Tick Dios' loyal move:

"I will send you back to Northrend, where you continue to recuperate, the Lich King will give you everything you need, but if you dare to betray us, Tikdios, you won’t want to know your ending, I can send Archimonde to hell, and I can easily send you in, understand?"

"of course."

Tichondrius wanted to say more, but a strange drowsiness struck, probably because the soul was too weak. It no longer spoke, but slowly entered the dormant soul.

The entire dark room became quiet. After a while, Tyrion wandered into the room. He picked up the soul stone on the table, looked at it in the eyes, and finally put it back on the table. He looked at it. Turalyon, the big knight who regained his normal form little by little, asked:

"Did it find something abnormal?"

"No, the idiot didn't realize that there was "more" something in its soul, perhaps because it was too weak."

Turalyon moved his wrist and said to Tyrion:

"The soul healer's hand is very coincident, she is almost perfect, "slit" the soul of Antonidas into the soul core of Tike Dios, the two souls have begun to merge, and wait until the injury of Tike Dios recovers At that time, the penetration of Antonidas’s sober consciousness will almost be completed. By that time, you will have a second "dark child" buried inside the legion."

"He, like you, Turalyon, is a great forerunner and victim. Maybe no one in this world will praise your achievements, but believe me, everything you do for Azeroth, the Dark Edge will remember of."

Tyrion whispered to the great knight hidden in the dark:

"Next time, you will be active in the Broken Isles. I have told you the location of the Pillar of Creation, but if you can, I hope you will first find it from the Shield of Aggramar. As far as I know, Titan Aggramar’s soul has been captured by Sargeras, so the exposure of this pillar of the world will not affect the safety of other Titan’s souls, and it will also allow you to brush your presence in front of Sargeras.”

"Not just for this reason?"

There was a hint of cunning in the eyes of the Grand Knight. He leaned on the stone seat and looked at Tyrion:

"I saw the struggle between the gods of death, you want to use us to dig a pit for the underworld queen, really cunning!"

"Whatever you say."

Tyrion did not refute this claim. He looked at the big knight in front of him. He suddenly asked:

"It's hard work, right?"

"Well? What do you mean?"

The knight tilted his head and looked at Tyrion: "What hard work?"

"I mean, the soul and the demon are fused together, and they must always find a way to suppress the evil thoughts flowing inside, and occasionally have their hands stained with blood. Such a life must be very hard for you, right?"

The King of Dark Blades whispered:

"The soul of the undead also suffers from the influence of the indifferent world, but I think that the pressure you bear should be more than ten times that of me, can it still hold up? I don’t want to cross half the world one day to kill completely The demon corrupts you."

This is not just a sympathy, it is also a kind of wake-up call from Tyrion to the Grand Knight, and the Grand Knight shook his head. He said with a light face:

"As long as the faith is firm, these are just the test of the Holy Light. However, before the results have been seen, I did have shaken. At every midnight, the demon roared and wanted to rush out of my heart, It was very difficult to pollute my soul during that period. I felt like I was walking on a wire, and I could fall into the abyss at any time."

Turalyon crossed his fingers, turning the rosary on his wrist, while saying:

"But after seeing the results, I saw with my own eyes that the indestructible great demon was buried in the trap arranged by you and me, after I realized that everything I had suffered, everything I had abandoned, what I had Everything I insist on can gain more vitality for this world and my beloved world. That kind of shaking disappears. Every day, every day I feel that I will become more firm."

"I can feel that Casanathir’s struggle is getting weaker and weaker. Soon, it will be completely integrated with me. No one can see the disguise of the soul, and join this great one in Antonidas. After the incident, the big net for the new target is about to open... Archimonde is only the first sacrifice, we need more... The eyes of the stars are full of malicious, they will eventually do this Feeling fear!"

Between the words, Turalyon's shadow of the dark dreadlord emerged from behind him, but in the beating of his fingers, the body of the dreadlord surrounded by the power of the shadow, was one by one in the slowly erupting light The dots were dyed real gold, and the grisly dreadlord was surrounded by the holy light, and there was a kind of holy feeling. This scene made Terion’s eyes unable to pick up...

"You crazy! Turalyon!"

Tyrion shook his head. He looked at the body of the dreadlord made of holy light with a surprised look. He said softly:

"You have used your own will to change the life form of the Nasrezm Demon...what should I call you now? Holy Light Demon King?"

"Whatever you call it."

Big Knight Turalyon closed his eyes and whispered:

"These are all miracles given by the Holy Light. The Holy Light is on. I have finished the beautiful battle. I have done the way I should. I have guarded the guarded path. From then on, I have a crown of righteousness. Keep it for me..."

"Do great things with evil bodies..."

This time, Tyrion didn’t disturb the Knight’s prayers any more. He just quietly admired the scene in front of him in the dark. The most just holy light false Totorayan, the miracle unfolding before his eyes, in the dark room, This scene is enough to make people feel the washing of the soul.

A moment later, Tyrion walked half kneeled on the ground, beside Turalyon praying sincerely, and placed his left hand on his shoulder. He said softly:

"Yes, what you and I do are just things... Those empires subverted by foreign enemies can come back up, but the world that collapsed from the inside will perish forever..."

"This is the justice we do."

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