Azeroth’s Death Track

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It was going to be late, and this supposedly ordinary day, too many things happened on the ground of Azeroth.

Affection, hatred, betrayal, killing, expulsion, chaos... Incomprehensible emotions within a day, with their different expressions, successfully stirred up the world's northern border into a mess.

On the surface, everything looks in order, but in fact?

Everything is messed up... While the human empire is facing a crisis of life and death, the Dark Blade is also facing a sudden internal fission, just like two accompanying individuals, changes in one side will always cause the other side to respond in general.

In this case, the emperor of mankind has begun to push the final rescue of the empire in desperation, and the master of the dark blade finally no longer waits and begins to face the biggest uncertainty in the system he established with one hand.

But the result, this dispute, this dispute that has lasted for several years, whether it is internal or external, will be answered tonight.

In the light shining at dusk, Tyrion’s favorite mount, the "Duke" of the Raven of Death, slowly landed at the renovated gate of Karazhan. The King of Dark Blades jumped off the raven, he patted The head of the mount, the latter made a hoarse hiss, then flapped its wings, and flew out of the sky surrounded by magic mist.

Tyrion looked back, and the scenery of the upwind path was exactly the same as he had seen. No matter how drastic the outside world changed, the scenery here still seemed to be like this...but soon, the place was about to change.

The people migrating from northern Xinjiang cannot all be distributed in several areas of the Confederation of Defia, plus some races that are not suitable for contact with ordinary people, such as werewolves, they must be arranged for a relatively independent Reserved residential area.

So soon, the 6th city-state district of the Defias Federation will be established on the other side of the upwind path, the Swamp of Sorrows, where it will be regarded as a new pioneering area, facing all farmers and merchants throughout the Federation, and For those immigrants from northern Xinjiang, Tyrion’s plan is actually very clear. He has been trying to unite the land controlled by Delano World and Defia Federation.

Seriously, that small and calm world also needs to be injected with new vitality...

However, before that, Tyrion must first solve the biggest trouble in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the tall dark minaret in front of him. He pulled out the Ashbringer behind him and walked forward. The closed gate of Karazhan seemed to be Feeling the arrival of the master, the door opened slowly in a burst of gears and sparks. The dim light behind the door looked like a throat of some kind of monster with open teeth, full of unknown.

"So, do you know I will come in advance?"

Tyrion walked into the entrance of the Mage Tower, and when quietly stepping up the stairs that spread upward, he said to himself:

"So, are you ready to say something?"

"Then give it a try, try the language, or something else, to save your life..."

Behind him, the endless darkness of the cold, spreading...

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"Come with me, Khadgar!"

Garona, with a pale mask, clutched Khadgar's sleeve, trying to forcibly drag him to the rear of the astral portal. This is the "heritage" left by Medivh. This door is very It is difficult to activate, but after activation, the user will be thrown into a place where the astral mage has explored.

Frankly speaking, this is definitely a fatal move, because in the stars, 99% of the area is not suitable for life, and only the most desperate people will use this thing crazy.

"Please, let me beg you."

In the face of the indifferent big lich sitting in a chair, the voice of the orc assassin Garona all cried:

"Come with me! You are not his opponent. Don't send your life here. Please, come with me. Let's go to other worlds and throw these messes here."

"No, Garona."

Khadgar’s silver eyes didn’t have much emotion. Like a real undead, he stretched out his cold hands and took off the mask on Garona’s face. He showed a hard smile and touched it gently. Touching Garona's face, he said:

"Leave this... Never come back again, no matter what the result is, that Khadgar in your heart will die tonight... I have fulfilled my last duty to this world and this civilization, so no matter what Whatever the way, I will accept it calmly."

"what about me?"

Garona's big eyes, inherited from the bloodline of the draenei in her body, shone with a pleading, she knelt on one knee and looked at the big lich:

"What are your obligations to me? You can't just push me back into the human world. Do you know how happy I am when I learn that you still have real feelings? I think our story will continue Go on, I thought..."

"boom"

The door of Karazhan’s top floor room was completely opened by the spitting black fire at this moment. In the fierce dancing flames, Tyrion’s figure appeared in front of the two people. He glanced at the faceless Khadgar. And looked at Garona kneeling on the ground again, a cold smile flashed on his skinny face, just like facing a friend, he said softly:

"Oh, kid... What a touching love story, a shameless traitor, a dark assassin, who can still be scornful here in the face of death, said, Khadgar , Why don’t you answer dear Garona?"

"Tell her, you love her... Then, I will tear up your soul little by little in front of her... Then I will... let her go, as your tragedy The end of love..."

"boom"

The dim ash messenger touched the ground, and the beating phantom ripped everything around him, between the weird smell of the broken potion, the torn book and the splashing dust, Tyrion His eyes are extremely cold.

"I like this story, I like this ending more..."

"Uh"

The legendary dagger named The Killer of Kings jumped into Garona's hands. The master assassin was like a reckless warrior at this time. She was blocked by the silent Khadgar, her blue eyes. Staring at Terion who exhaled all over her body, she shouted loudly:

"I won't allow you to hurt him!"

"Huh, really paranoid love."

Tyrion did not immediately start, he just looked at Khadgar and Garona. He said in a hoarse voice:

"You are full of lies! Garona Haverson, your hands are stained with blood, you have spent your life for scammers and butchers, but you think that you have a bottom line, think you have a bottom line, think your twisted love is above everything else, think so You can counteract your sins, but look at you, trained as a killing machine, and beating a restless killing heart in your heart, come on, that is your instinct, an instinct that will never disappear."

The Lord of Dark Blades raised the Ashbringer, and between the heavy blade swings, a dizzying phantom of the blade jumped on the black blade, and he put the blade in front of his eyes, through the sides of the blade Looking at the orc assassin in front of him, he whispered:

"Look, your bills are bleeding, countless blood debts, you will never be able to repay... Now, do you think that what can be changed by saving a lover who is no more noble than you?"

"Oh, that's the lowest level of love, I think, you're just deceiving yourself! Seriously, even if the person behind you once said that you really love you? Maybe you are his tool? That dark wisdom , Treat everyone as a **** that can be played with, just like he betrayed me, he will send you to **** sooner or later...I'm helping you, silly boy."

"I love her!"

As soon as Tyrion's voice fell, a calm voice rang from behind Garona. Khadgar stood up from the chair with the guardian's staff. He reached out his hand and turned Garona to the other side. He looked Tyrion, with the silver light flashing in his eyes, he said in a deep voice:

"This is something between you and me, don't involve others."

"You brought her in, Khadgar, not me..."

Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared, and a black light passed over Khadgar's body. In the jump of the golden rune chain of the big lich, the heavy blade of the Ashbringer was severely cut into the big lich's protection. On the body shield, the 9 sword shadows that followed followed from all directions with full force to cut each magic support point of the big lich's shield.

The dark red death energy collided with the cold magic power, just like a spark of sparks shining from the top of the mage tower. It was just the first sword in the battle, and it cut off 2 of the 5 pillars that supported the top chamber. .. This is just "hello".

"boom"

After the magic support point was destroyed, Khadgar’s shield shield shattered between the magic swaying, but the moment the staff in the big lich's hand was hit on the ground, a layer of gorgeous violet brilliance brought his body and Thai Ryan’s body was shrouded, and the magic of the entire Karazhan Mage Tower reversed into the Khadgar-guided spells at this moment. The heavy pressure was like a closed ring, which was a big lich and a dark blade. The king's body was completely swallowed between the purple masks.

Khadgar did not want the aftermath of the battle between the two to destroy this magi tower, which was of great significance to him, nor did he want Garona to be in danger, so he adopted this almost suicide method.

In Garona's scream, the entire violet light curtain suddenly dissipated at this moment, and Khadgar and Tyrion were no longer in this hall.

"I didn't betray you!"

In another sturdy space, in the heavy shadow of the flying sword that Tirion rolled up, the cry of the big lich resounded through this strange space:

"I'm loyal to Dark Blade!"

"Poor joke!"

Tyrion responded that his figure was moving through the space like black lightning. Behind the big lich, he raised the dark red halo blade, the kind of death cold mixed on his body, It is similar to the aura, enough to let any living creatures encased in it be deprived of life and be frozen between the frost.

"Wow"

The pure arcane power, the blue-violet halo exploded under Tyraon’s blade, and the huge impact pushed the body of the Dark Blade King a few meters. When the light faded, Khadgar Looking at the bone scars deep on his arm, he frowned.

"Hear me out..."

"Not interested in!"

"Wow"

Another sword was cut off, and the figure of the big lich seemed to be chopped off by the blade, but that was just a boring illusion. As a lich who was extremely powerful in the sense of magic, he had developed a combat spell for this kind of human mages. , Khadgar was almost hand in hand, and on the other side, he waved his staff, the aggregate of fire, ice, and energy in a form of storm, whistling and hitting the king of the dark blade, but even Thai Ryan's clothes corner was not touched.

"I can explain!"

"Oh, after you die, I will listen quietly!"

It is also the confrontation between language and offensive and defensive. This time Tyrion has no power. The surface of the Ashbringer in his hand is surging with a surging halo. This sword screams up diagonally, and the blade is surging. Energy is like the sharpest energy blade. It breaks away from the blade and screams toward the sky of the violet enchantment. The dark blade shadow whistles and flutters behind the energy blade, just like a sharp blade that envelopes the entire enchantment in an instant. Like the storm.

Nowhere to hide!

The silver light in Khadgar’s eyes skyrocketed, and he could see that each of these blade shadows carried a powerful energy of death, and as soon as they were stained, they would be immediately frozen, and with Tyrion’s attack speed, As long as it is frozen, it means the end of the broken body, not to mention, this amazing king of the dark blade is now studying the soul, which can not be concealed from the big lich.

"Booming"

The big lich's fingers bounced, and an obscure light jumped in the whole space. The magical array of cold and shadow double-death magic "death withering", which can only be used by the lich, finally spread to every inch of the whole space. Between the explosion of magic, those flying blades were intercepted by magic, or simply assimilated directly.

But Khadgar hadn't gasped for a moment, and a cold death frost rose at his feet, the lich raised his head, and Tyrion, who was surrounded by black fire, just walked out of another space, ignoring death Withering horrible killing and magic suppression, the dark blade seemed to penetrate his body in the next moment, and Khadgar, the cast of the Ashbringer, was also heard, but he never knew the true power of the sword.

And now, in just a few minutes, the big lich Khadgar is about to be pushed back by this weird shadow blade. Although it is still far from defeat, the pressure of the battle is increasing. When Ryan waved it, it was as if dozens of dark blade kings were besieging him alone...

"It seems that now you have lost your calm, you can't listen to anything, I don't want to be like this, but..."

"Please, let me be arrogant!"

"boom"

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