Azeroth’s Death Track

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Death, a cruel word, represents the end of life, those beautiful affairs in life, those memories that are enough to relive life, those useful or useless footprints, those longing for the future and the past that represents existence, They will completely lose their luster and lose meaning at a certain node.

This node is when death comes.

But even the same death, there are many different manifestations, sometimes strong, sometimes gentle, sometimes calm, but in fact, most life deaths will not have a substantial impact on the world, but there are always The arrival of some deaths will make the world feel sad, sad, and painful.

The death of the great man... that's exactly it.

The battlefield of Whispering Harbor is already in a mess. Between the final collision of the King of Dark Blade and the human emperor, although most of the power of both sides is leaning on each other's body, the scattered ones are easily destroyed by half. Battlefield.

The strength reaches their level, and once you let go of your hand to fight, it is almost like a natural disaster.

At the moment of victory and defeat, in the face of Loza's calmness, Tyrion was still a little unable to release his arms. He reached out and covered his body with a wound that was torn and burned by the war fighters. He said:

"Losa, Medivh told you everything in the future, you know what the world will face in the future...Your choices should not be like this, with your vision and wisdom, you deserve to be my best Allies."

"But in the end, like your foolish people, you chose a short path, and frankly, it disappointed me..."

Tyrion inserted the Ashbringer into the ground. He stepped forward and crouched in front of Lothar. He looked at the impending human emperor:

"This is the inferior root of flesh and blood creatures, you know what is right, but in the end... you still go the wrong way!"

"No, Tyrion, no!"

There was no more hostility in Losa's eyes. At the end of his life, he seemed very calm:

"Short-sightedness is necessary because most of my people can’t live a future that they can see...I understand that it’s much easier to destroy everything and rebuild than it takes time and effort to improve, but you advertise you If you are doing great things, then you should tolerate those facts that contradict yourself... those beings, those lives."

"Tirion, I admit that your idea may be correct, but it is unacceptable to us and humans, so we will resist...but this is not the reason why our civilization should be destroyed, we , They just need time to adapt to the new era, they need time to change... give them some time."

Lothar coughed violently. He held out his hand and held Tyrion’s cold wrist, like a person about to die. He pleaded hard:

"I said, when I came to this battlefield, I didn’t think I could go back alive. My people thought I was here to fight for freedom and the future, but I actually just came to find an opportunity... Your chance."

Tyrion lowered his head. He looked at Lothar's increasingly illusory arms. He could feel the power between the fingers of the human emperor, which was not like the strength of a weak and extreme creature.

Perhaps this is what he really wanted to say.

"Give our civilization a chance, give us a chance to prove ourselves..."

"If this makes you feel happy...please...please, Tyrion, give my people a little time...they will prove, they will prove the value and meaning of their existence, for this For a disaster-ridden world...please."

In a messy battlefield, the original tit-for-tat atmosphere became silent and strange at this moment, even though Tyrion had considered too much before the war, he had imagined that Lothar would never give in to his anger His head was cut off during the scolding, and he had seriously thought about whether to leave Lothar's life or absorb him into the forgotten kings.

But in Tyrian’s most arrogant fantasy, he did not imagine that Lothar’s last words were actually this...

"You have long realized that your empire is not my opponent...you have persisted all the way to the present, just want me to see the value of human civilization? You knew what I wanted to do from the beginning, and you started from the beginning I know what I want to see...you are really a smart person."

Tyrion shook his head. He said:

"But don't be so humble, the human emperor..."

The Lord of Dark Blades reached out and grabbed Loza’s armor, and lifted the dying human emperor from the ground. He flicked his fingers, and the Ashbringer roared back to his palm, and then stumbled forward. In a few steps, the utterly dim Empire Sword Destroyer was caught in his hands.

He looked at the night sky about to dawn, and his figure disappeared on the battlefield in a flash, and the next moment, his figure appeared at the top of the dark temple suspended above the dark sea, hunting in the face In the cold wind, Tyrion's eyes flashed some other sparks.

He thought of the words that Karazhan's traitor had left him.

He thought of Darnas Torbain’s somewhat funny but very heavy choice in the bay of Fadier.

He thought of Saurfang, although the death lord tried to hide some traces, Tyrion probably could guess what he did in Lordaeron.

He thought of Dai Lin. With the strength of Dai Lin's death fleet, before Jaina called back to Kul Tiras' lost fleet, he should be able to easily destroy the last navy of the human empire, but he did not.

He thought of Roglio's strange silence in the spiritual link, which was his most assured death lord.

He also thought of the request made by the uncharted black iron emperor Thorison and the unscrupulous guy before he set off.

At this moment, standing on the top floor of the dark temple, he looked at the fleet united below the civilized world, the leaders of those civilized world fighting the forgotten kings, at this moment, Tyrion suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Isn't this the scene in front of him the original intention of establishing the Dark Blade Legion?

He wants to build a huge civilization where the dead and the dead unite together to fight against all disasters and punish the black hand behind the scenes. Now, the world of the living has been truly united under the threat of the dead, and he has never paid attention. The night elves of the world's development have also joined the rescue of the human empire.

In the foreseeable future, a dream alliance of Tyrion has taken shape.

Humans and orcs, elves and trolls, goblins, dwarves and gnomes... all living beings spontaneously united together to kill him and kill Tyrion. Dawnblade and his evil legion.

They have joined together. Although the process of the association is somewhat beyond the control of Tyrion, the results are good and everything is fine.

From then on, the squalidity of other races in this world will be replaced by the more terrible contradiction between the living and the dead. Between the confrontation and mutual influence between the two sides, only a little "technical" means is needed. It can make the alliance of the living person more stable.

After all the emotions in his mind had calmed down, when Tyrion raised his head from a slightly blind journey dedicated to the elimination of the human empire, he suddenly discovered that he had realized the original plan and made the world unity truly correct. He did not go the wrong way... finding a common, powerful enemy for all living beings.

He, Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn, the enemy of the world...

"In the eyes of the living, only justice and kindness can make people take the initiative to attach, just like every life will naturally yearn for light!"

Standing at the top of the dark temple, Tyrion suddenly said:

"But you neglected. In many cases, fear and violence have the same power, and we are more destructive... I promise you, Losa, and you will accompany me in a play... don't worry, this is very simple..."

"Ok?"

The human emperor, whose flesh and blood was disintegrating all over the body, raised his head with difficulty and looked at Tyrion, he asked softly:

"What do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple, let your people, let you build a life alliance... more fear me, hate me more! Anger and hatred will find a direction for them, as I planned."

After Losa had listened to Tyrion’s request, a trace of doubt flashed on his old face, and he asked:

"This... what does this mean?"

"Of course it makes sense. Unity itself is more important than how to unite, how? Your moral addiction makes you unwilling to play with me?"

Facing the challenge from Terion, Lothar smiled, and he shook his hand weakly:

"No, no, no, I'm just curious, such you, you crazy swinging between lunatics and great men, what is driving you on this path?"

Tyrion closed his eyes, and he seemed to begin to recall those things hundreds of years ago, those memories that had been blurred, those emotions that had long been lost, and finally, in the cold wind of hunting, he sighed:

"It's probably a pity that you used to be an observer, you can only watch, but you can't change history. In short, thank you for your praise."

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On the dark sea outside Whispering Harbour, in the last deep night at dawn, Dai Lin’s undead fleet was battling with the reinforcements of the human empire. The light of magic ripped the darkness of the sky and the roar of the orcs. The sea is no longer calm, and the lunar magic and blood magic's back and forth have made the night elves lose nearly 20 warships and nearly a thousand brave sentry soldiers.

Not to mention the frontal battlefield outside of Whispering Harbor, humans and undead just hit the dog’s brain, especially after the Prophet Velen activated the aura of anger, those tired human warriors were more like crazy 'S counterattack, for a time, turned back several of the undead's fronts.

But in any case, the battle has come to an end.

"Humans! And human allies! Listen!"

At a certain moment of fierce battle, Tyrion’s icy voice was above the dark temple, under the influence of special magic, echoed throughout the battlefield, and at the moment his voice sounded, he fought with the leaders of the life world. The Forgotten Kings, and even the ordinary undead soldiers, just like a certain button turned on, go back in unison.

This scene surprised the fierce warriors, but when the morale was high, they immediately began to counterattack, until the Prophet Velen realized that the situation had changed, and soon closed the aura of anger, so those who were just as crazy as before The warrior immediately felt unbearable fatigue, and even the craziest warrior was completely quiet under the attack of fatigue.

As a result, only Tyrion's voice remained on the entire battlefield.

He stood on the top platform of the dark temple, holding a sword in one hand and the weak human emperor Lothar in one hand. This scene made everyone on the battlefield widen their eyes. Obviously, their emperor, the king of the dark blade Failed in the battle...

This was almost devastating to the morale of the human legion. Lothar knew this, but he still appeared in this picture, which proved that he finally agreed with Tyrion's remarks.

"A few months ago, my army and I killed the great demon Archimonde who invaded this world. The dead have saved the world with difficulty, but you stupid creatures have messed it up again! My people want to give you protection, but you have chosen a stupid confrontation and regard it as a kind of heroic!"

Tyrion’s voice was full of irony. He looked at the world of war below with disdain. His voice became louder:

"Easily forget the people who have protected themselves, the despair when life is left and the gratitude after being saved. This is humanity, no... this is the ugliness of all living beings, night elves, high elves, orcs, dwarves It’s all the same, your stupid life is worthless! So I started this war, and I want to completely kill you disgusting bugs!"

"But... a "great man" begged me to give you a way out, to give you a chance to prove yourself... he is your emperor, Lothar... a willing coward for you cowards Those who sacrifice everything, willing to exchange your soul for your lingering panic!"

"Frankly, this is a delightful deal..."

"Wow"

Tyrion mentioned the human emperor whose body had begun to decompose quickly into the air. His weight was as light as a feather, but at such a height, few people could see the truth, Lothar’s eyes and Tyrion’s eyes. Looking at each other, the King of Dark Blade whispers in a voice that only two people can hear:

"All the way...Losa."

"You too... well, find a good host for the Warriors."

"Uh"

In the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, the messenger of ashes surrounded by darkness pierced the heart of Lothar. This scene made all human soldiers and civilians scream, anger, pain, despair, fear, this All emotions.

Some stunned soldiers grabbed the long sword and rushed to the nearest undead, but the tired ones were easily repelled by the undead, stunned, or directly killed.

"Wow"

Lothar’s “corpse” was thrown down by Tyrion from the top of the dark temple. The corpse seemed to be entangled in dark magic, and began to burn in the air. When it fell into the air, it was completely burned by the burning flame. It was engulfed, turned into a little starry light, sprinkled in the icy air, and the darkness was torn apart at this moment, a scorching sun jumped out of the end of the sea.

In the light of the rising sun, the last trace of Emperor Lothar's existence, like a plume of light immersed in the sun, was completely melted.

A great soul fell.

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