Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Woo, eyes hurt, Tyrion, Yuna eyes hurt!"

In the secret room of Stormwind City, the little ghost lying in the soul-gathering coffin covered his eyes, rolling in the mist of the black soul power, and beside her, Tyrion looked worried The light-burned Yuna, beside him, Dornan and Vanessa also lay on the edge of the Soul Gathering, watching the crying little ghost.

Tyrion's guess is correct. When looking directly at Adal's Holy Light, the darkness in front of Yuna was dispelled.

But the problem is that it is clearly the calmest holy light emitted by Adal, but it causes Yuna’s eyes to be seriously burned, which means that Yuna’s eyes are really only covered by darkness, and the light she needs is not Holy light full of positive energy.

Another, another gentler light.

"Dad, is Yuna okay?"

Dornan grabbed Tyrion's wrist and looked at his father worriedly. Tyrion touched his daughter's hair and shook her head:

"The Soul Gathering Cure can heal all the damage of spirits, Yuna will recover soon, don't worry."

"But she looks hurt."

Vanessa, who had grown into a big girl, bit her back molars and made a low hiss, which represented the little girl's pain.

"The pain is due, Yuna's body is full of shadow power assimilated by the shadow world, and the little light from the source almost ignited her."

Soul Healer Annara's voice rang behind everyone. The Soul Healer slapped the soft gauze wings and appeared in the darkness. She floated forward and looked at Yuna's injury, then twisted her face to look at Tyrion :

"You are still the monarch who controls the undead... don't you even have this common sense? Creatures filled with negative energy should not be in contact with extremely positive energy. You are not helping her, you are ruining her. !"

Facing the rebuke of the soul healer, Tyrion shook his head, and he whispered

"I was negligent, I thought Yuna's particularity, she would not be holy light... In short, the good thing is that we identified Yuna's problem, now, we have to find a light that can "cure" her ."

"I won't allow you to take her away until she recovers."

Annara's hand is directing the dance, covering a group of blue light plumes on Yuna's body. The soul healer's spell has a strong appeasing effect on the spirit. Soon, Yuna is drowsy.

After the little ghost passed out completely, Tyrion looked back at the Soul Healer, his face serious:

"You said, the dementors are hunting her, and you let me hurry up...why should I stop me now?"

"Because you have something more important to do!"

The soul healer adjusted the power of the soul in the soul coffin, and said without looking back:

"Since Agasa signed a contract with you, I have been paying attention to the abyss of the underworld. Just a day ago, the abyss changed, and several Shadow Wagris left the storm fjord and disappeared above the North Sea. What they are going to do, Tyrion, this proves that Hella does not want to go down anymore. It is likely that she grabbed part of the soul of the great demon, and some of her plans have reached the edge of completion."

"She's looking for her last ally...and it's likely to be used against you."

Annara's words made Terion's eyes dangerous. He turned his head to look north, and he whispered:

"North Sea? Northrend...Hella is trying to win the Lich King? Ha ha, our Queen of Hades really has a hand, and these bad things seem to have come together."

"Fur..."

Tyrion exhaled, and when he opened his eyes again, his expression became dangerous:

"Good, then solve it once."

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Northrend, the extreme north of Azeroth, is a continent close to the North Pole of the world. It is surrounded by storms and snow all year round. It is cold, barren and dangerous, and it also hides many ancient secrets.

The initial investigation of the mainland on Northrend was done by the Dalaran mages hundreds of years ago. It was an arrogant era. The mages believed that the magical civilization of mankind had developed into a powerful period, almost every year. The new magic theory was put forward, and the mages at that time were confident and proud, and they thought they deserved a higher status.

The way to maintain supremacy is brutal, that is, the power given by magic.

The mages at that time were also greedy. They carried out dangerous magic experiments, trying to reproduce the magic miracle of the Quel'Thalas elves-the well of the sun, and even summoned dangerous creatures from outside the domain to study the mysteries of life and stars In these studies, there is a very important subject, that is, the human magicians control the magical source of Azeroth.

Forgive the ignorance of the mages. At that time, they obviously didn't understand the secrets behind this world.

In short, in their vision and pursuit of power, the mages embarked on the path of finding the magic center of the world. They established powerful mage towers around the world to monitor the flow of magic in the world. Eventually, they discovered the magic of the world. Meeting place.

That is awesomely in the extreme north of the world... in a mysterious overseas valley southeast of Northrend.

The mages took impatient action. A powerful team of mages embarked on the journey. They crossed the icy North Sea that mortals could not pass, and under the obstruction of the arrogant Vrykul, they crossed the dragon-infested wilderness. On the sidelines of nomadic yakmen and ice trolls, they set foot on the island abroad, and on the island full of supreme magic, they challenged the king of magic in Azeroth.

It was the Dragon King of the Ancient Blue Dragon Legion, the supreme existence given to the magic power by the Titans, the top life of Azeroth... the lonely and mad king of magic, Marigos.

The old blue dragon hated this group of greedy wizards, and it showed the wizards who was the magic master of Azeroth by the most direct means.

It severely cut off the connection between the self-proclaimed powerful wizards and the magic net, and threw the lingering and frightened humans into the place they dreamed of, Azeroth's magic hub, however, only as a prisoner.

Since then, the grievances between the Blue Dragon and Dalaran have existed... and continue to this day, but the challenges that the wizards never return are not meaningless, and their travel notes are passed back to human society. , Became the first impression of Northrend in human civilization.

And now, under the guidance of the ancient map, Arthas Menethil set foot on this frozen waste, he almost followed the road that the wizards had traveled, and was covered with snow and At the edge of the wilderness of the dragon bone with white bones, the human king looked at the vast snow in front of him, and he couldn't help but wrap the black fur on his body.

But in the coldest storm of Northrend, Arthas still felt the cold that penetrated into his bones, not just because of the surrounding environment, but also his prediction of his future.

From the moment he embarked on a trip, he vaguely guessed that this would be an adventure that never went back.

Alsace's blond hair was covered with frost. Behind him, the bodyguard Farrek and Marveen trudged through the snow. Rao is that they are already powerful warriors, but in this extremely harsh In the natural environment, their strength is also greatly limited. Just now, on the first day they entered the snowfield, a group of ferocious wolverines beat these three people in the cold wind by surprise.

The brutal close relatives of these jackals rely on thick fur and fierce personality. They are the most dangerous hunters in the cold wind and snow. Alsace took two loyal subordinates and it took more than ten minutes to kill this group of hunting guys. Died in their traps, and at the cost of three, the three men lost two war horses, and Marveen's wrists and waist left two wounds that were scratched.

"Om"

The holy light in Arthas' hands shone on the wounds of his subordinates, and the brutal wound was slowly recovering, but in the current situation, low temperature is the enemy of the wounded.

"Your Majesty, leave me alone!"

The pale-faced Marvin said to Arthas:

"You are only the last step away from your final destination. I can't hold you back. Leave me here and let Farrek go with you. I won't be okay!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Marvin."

Arthas shook his head stubbornly:

"You are not just my bodyguards in my heart. You have been guarding me from a young age. You are more like my loved ones. I will not leave you! And that voice is telling me that it is in front.. .very soon."

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I am back!"

Farek's low shouts also sounded at this moment. In the whistle of wind, the tall soldier dragged some branches that were cut down and simply **** with rope,

"The dwarves of Kazmodan often use this sled to transport goods, don't worry, poor Maween, we will reach our destination!"

Farrek and Arthas put their hands together and put the injured Maween on the sled. Arthas trapped a few ropes on his black, majestic horse, he patted the horse’s neck, Turned back to his guards:

"Yes! We will reach our destination. Invincible will follow us, right, invincible?"

"Revived"

The sturdy horse warned his master with a series of hissing noises. In the increasingly large and cold wind and snow, a horse-drawn horse pulled a sleigh. Under the guard of two companions, the three men set off again.

Soon, their figure disappeared into the blizzard of the dragon bone wilderness all year round, as if completely swallowed by this vast snowfield.

Ten minutes later, in the snowy sky, an undead flying dragon in black armor roared across the sky. The death knight riding behind the flying dragon scanned the snowfield below with indifferent eyes. In this falling snow, any The traces left by the creatures will be quickly covered up, but for the undead, the taste of death is very familiar.

"Wow"

The death knight drove the flying dragon into the snow below. He pierced the ground with the halberd in his hand. Soon, the body of a wolverine who had been completely frozen was lifted from the snow pit. , The death knight leaned down and sensed the concentration of death energy in this corpse with his finger. After a while, he threw the corpse in the snow, and then reported in spiritual contact:

"Coldwind Commando... Come to my location to gather, I found them!"

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"So, what is your reply?"

The mighty Shadow Valkyrie, carrying black wings, Wagrian Held looked indifferently at the strange soul frozen in the ice in front of him, at the top of the black minaret above this desolate ice floe, even if it came from Hell She could still feel the protection of the abyssal power, and the strange soul in front of her was watching her.

With an arrogant gaze of prey...

A moment later, the hoarse voice of the Lich King sounded in the hearts of these unsolicited Shadow Wagris, like a tired and lazy old man:

"You mean... The Queen of the Underworld Abyss is very dissatisfied with Tyreon's recklessness, but she can't spare her time and energy to deal with him, so she and I will go down and use it as cannon fodder, Let’s fight with Tyrion’s Legion of Dark Blades for a life-and-death... well, it’s really like the Queen’s tone, arrogant and not logical.”

"But the question is, why should I agree?"

The Lich King’s voice became playful, and in the cold ice, a shimmer of light shone:

"Why?"

"You are not alone, Lich King."

The Shadow Valkyrie Anhald replied in a natural tone:

"The Queen of Hades sent her most powerful warrior, which is us to help you and your legion. After our power joins, your legion will become stronger in a short time! Question, I will say...After you punish the queen of the stupid and arrogant king of the dark blade for the queen, the queen will be merciful to give you what you yearn for the most."

Anhalde, the leader of the Shadow Valkyrie, rubbed his finger on the war spear for a moment, and in the silent wait of the Lich King, she revealed Hella's cards.

"The benevolent queen will give you what you want...freedom!"

"free?"

The Lich King's voice became deeper, and he made a series of hoarse laughter. In this laughter, around the black tower, the snow fluttering in the endless and cold night sky became more crazy, just like A supreme being is venting his emotions, and in the end, the Lich King replied with his signature hollow voice:

"It's really a word that people miss and yearn for...a fresh world, a fresh touch..."

"Freedom, what a wonderful thing...Since the "benevolent" Queen Hella thinks she can give me "freedom" that is out of reach, then why should I refuse?"

"Come on, let's fight with Tyrion..."

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