Azeroth’s Death Track

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Frostmourne, the magic blade cast by the ancient ancestors of Nasrezm, the most cunning demon race among the stars.

There are rumors that it and the Apocalypse come from the same source. Those demon kings of the ancient stars united to inject brute force and plague into the apocalypse, and then injected evil wisdom and endless cunning into frost sorrow.

In the once chaotic and disorderly stars, these two magic blades have created one after another civilization extinction and terrible slaughter in the kingdom of the twisted void. In a certain era, the exiles in the stars Word of mouth is the horror story of these two evil soldiers, but after the order of the stars is determined, these two swords that bring endless terror are sealed together with their villain masters. In the cage.

But endless time gave birth to one bad story after another. In the evolution of these stories, the once horrible things once again showed their own power in another civilization.

The apocalypse finally belonged to Tyrion. The blade of dawn, and the ruler of the dark blade used this weapon to cast his own undead civilization.

Frostmourne was given to the dark souls in exile by Kil'jaeden, the demon fraudster. The fraudster saw the potential of the undead in Tyrion, and he wanted to use this magic sword to create the Burning Legion. The vanguard, that is, the extremely powerful undead natural disaster.

The fraudster had hoped that the Undead Scourge would shine in the invasion of Archimonde, but unfortunately, because Tyrion made a stalk from it, it directly led to Archimonde's journey before it began. The posture is completely over, but fortunately, the undead natural disaster has survived, and nominally, it is still loyal to the Burning Legion at this time.

Uh, it's a bit far away, let's go back to Frostmourne's topic again.

As a legendary weapon, Frostmourne has a gorgeous shape that perfectly matches his identity. The dark wisdom and special aesthetics of the Nasrems have been perfectly interpreted in the shape of this sword.

It is essentially a two-handed sword, but compared to the Apocalypse or War Destroyer, it has a weird "thinness". The widest part of the blade is 5 fingers wide, and the narrowest part is only 3 fingers away. Its blade is not smooth, but it is made with a single-edged arc, which makes the blade cut longer and has more terrible destructive power.

At the other end of the blade, there is a half-edged blade and a serrated blade, which makes this sword have a special brutal beauty in addition to its strange beauty.

The hilt of the magic blade is dotted with a pendant of a goat skull. Between the demon’s skull and the black hole’s eyes, there is an ice-blue light spot shining, and on both sides of the hilt are micro-carved demons. The skull, with a serpentine pattern wrapped around the hilt, the handle made with a special frosted pattern can effectively imitate the sliding of the sword bearer's finger.

Of course, the most striking thing is the inscriptions on both sides of the blade of the long blue sword carved like deep blue ice...that is the inscription of the ancient Nasrezm, but it is very similar to the style of the Necrotic Rune. , It will provide this sword with more special abilities, and these runes have their own special meaning.

Those are two sentences...

"This sword is **** to show its sharpness."

"This sword devours soul to show its power."

These are two evil words. Although only Tyrion can read these two words, the others don’t really need to understand it. Because Frostmourne itself has nothing to do with bright justice, From the appearance of the sword to its escaping power, it is clearly telling everyone to see its life.

This is a evil blade!

A weapon that belongs only to darkness, a weapon that can only bring disaster and despair.

"To what extent do you have to despair... Arthas, would you want to wield such a weapon to protect yourself?"

Between the cold wind caves, at the moment Tyrion walked out of the darkness, the people withdrew their weapons and aimed their blades at the lonely king of dark blades. Of course, they did not know that the dark blades were gone. Kings, those who are pursuing great causes and noble upgrades do not need kings!

Faced with this unabashed hostility, Tyrion did not care. He was used to appearing in this hostile environment. He wandered close to the suspended magic sword and appeared at the moment when Tyrion appeared. Alsace's seemingly bewildered mind also appeared temporarily sober. He glanced at Tyrion and the long sword in front of him. He stepped forward and extended his hand towards the mourning frost. .

"Snapped"

Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared again, he was already standing in front of Alsace, but he did not attack the young king with an assassin. Instead, the raised hand with the fingers of the armor , Threw it **** the cheek of the young king.

It was a heavy slap, with great force, and even drove Alsace all the way back and forth. Of course, this slap also completely interrupted Alsace's attempt to touch Frost's sorrow.

"Only if you become a more terrible demon, can you defeat the demon?"

Tyrion shook his head. He looked at Arthas who was staggering. He whispered:

"It's really crazy words for foolish people!"

"Who told you this ridiculous theory? Arthas Menethil, tell me, have you lost your ability to judge?"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Marveen and Farrek saw Arthas being repelled. They roared towards the Tyrion with swords left and right. The angry soldiers stepped on the snow, and the flying snowflakes drifted behind them. , The momentum is amazing.

"Bang, bang"

The heavy ash messenger was as light as nothing in Tyrion’s hands, and the black blade jumped, hitting precisely on the blades of Marveen and Farrek, just like slapping flies, the shadows of the shadows The blade of the sword flew in the cold wind like an illusion, and for a time, the cold wind cave echoed with the scorching sword light and shadow.

The two regimens of blood exploded on the repulsed bodyguard. Their armor was cut by the blade of energy, but Tyrion did not lay down his hand. For these human warriors, who were far weaker than him, the lord was not Will easily take their lives.

Because of the courage to charge in the face of a strong enemy, it is really amazing.

"Om"

The dark red energy of death sprang out from under the icy, solid earth like ghost claws, entangled in the bodies of Marveen and Farrek, strangling their throats, and lifting them into the air, letting them go. The two struggled frantically, but the shadow's claws stood still.

They couldn't even make a sound, they could only faint slowly in the pain of being suffocated.

"Let them go!"

Arthas carried the Warhammer and rushed towards Tyrion as the villain came between the shining lights. The young king’s cheeks were covered with frozen blue and purple scars. Tyrion’s slap The cruelty made Arthas still a little ignorant.

"boom"

Lord Darkblade stepped back quietly, watching the warhammer wrapped in the scorching holy light rubbing his armor and smashing it on the snow under his feet. Light, clasped accurately on Alsace's chin.

The strong Holy Light turned into small and small lightnings, walking on Alsace's body, even trying to invade the wrist of Lord Darkblade, but Tyrion didn't care, he brutally turned Alsace's face Catching his eyes, his icy blue eyes carefully examined Alsace's blue ocean-like eyes.

There was anger and resentment in that eye, but Tyrion could still see, in the depths of that eye, in Alsace's pupils, there was still a slight invisible daze and atheism.

"Well, the medium of spiritual induction is still affecting you."

Tyrion said softly:

"You are still not fully awake..."

"What are you talking about! You..."

"boom"

Alsace's roar had just sounded, and another cold slap hit his cheek. This time, the power of the black soul of the high lord slightly penetrated into the body of the young king. Although the power was cold, it was not Conflicting with the Holy Light, between this sensational touch, Alsace was expelled in a daze deep in his eyes.

He lay on the ground, curled up in pain, coughed hard, and a stream of blood ran down his cheeks, but under the influence of Sen Leng's power, his recently slightly chaotic thinking suddenly woke up in a moment stand up.

The physical pain, the inner humiliation, and the clarity of thinking, these three forces are intertwined, making Alsace's state at this time very bad. He shook his head subconsciously, trying to dispel the last doubt in his heart. .

And the most terrible thing is that after that kind of thought induction was expelled, Alsace himself did not know whether his current state was sober or whether he was still being influenced by another force.

Just when he was at a loss, a pair of black boots entwined with cold mist appeared in front of him, sounded together, and the voice that made Alsace hate.

"As far as I know, neither the spiritual induction of Nasrezim nor the soul call of the Lich King is mandatory. It is just an introduction hidden in your soul, so no matter who is Trying to lead you here means that you have the idea of ​​coming here in your own heart...don't say anything that turns into a ridiculous nonsense like a demon."

Tyrion crouched down, looking at Arthas who was trying hard to get up, he asked softly:

"Why? Why do you have to get this sword at the expense of yourself? What do you believe in the Holy Light, why did you not pray to the Holy Light when you are desperate, but instead pursue this evil magic weapon?"

"Cough... kill if you want to kill, so much nonsense!"

The young king gritted his teeth and spit out this sentence, but at the next moment, Tyrion laughed. His laughter was hoarse, and there was no joy in it. It seemed that he was simply laughing:

"If you don't answer me, I'll find another person to ask you, I think, you are so embarrassed, you should not want to see him in this scene?"

Arthas was silent. He knew who Tyrion was talking about. He also knew that he could not hide everything in front of that man. After a few minutes of confrontation, the young king bowed his head. The ice in the snow is like a crystal smooth mirror, in which he can see the embarrassed himself, can see the frostbite on his cheek, and can see his own eyes, the blankness in the eyes of the sea blue .

And after the quiet spiritual guidance in his heart was forcibly destroyed, after Alsace was fully awake, he had enough wisdom to see what dangerous scene he was in. In the end, he decided to answer this question and come Give yourself more time to recover.

"I... I'm just escaping, evading my responsibilities, putting all hope on a weapon that can reverse everything, I'm a coward, I can only watch my father die in front of me, but I can't do anything. Looked at the nationals being threatened by barbarians, but could only send the soldiers to the battlefield..."

Arthas' fingers clenched tightly in the snow, buckling the icy snowflake, he closed his eyes like a roar.

"I just want...I just want to be another you, with the power to reverse everything and protect everything! I just want to..."

"Do not"

Tyrion stood up and took a few steps back. He looked at the frost sorrow suspended on his side. He shook his head and clenched his hands with the Ashbringer. In the glare of dark power, the Lord of Dark Blades really entered In front of him, Arthas stumbled up from the ground, then wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and squeezed his warhammer again.

Lord Darkblade's eyes were calm and cold. He looked at the young king. He said:

"You can't become me... I gave you enough time, but this transformation is not what I want to see, I don't want my opponent to be a group of cowards who will only escape... You have to become better than me Even better, if you can’t do it... you can only die here humblely, like an unknown soldier."

"Fate sent you here, Arthas Menethil."

Tyrion waved his sword. Between the jump and reset of the shadow blade, he held the sword in both hands and aimed the blade at the young king in front of him:

"Hold your weapon... in your destiny filled with despair and darkness, kill a **** road!"

"Like a real warrior."

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