Azeroth’s Death Track

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The huge wind and snow of the dragon bone wilderness showed no signs of weakening. Between the cold haze and the huge and shocking death force lingering, the goose feathers and snow in this world were flying indiscriminately, just like burying everything on the whole earth.

The team that rescued King Alsace had lost a third between the battles. In the face of a strong enemy who was powerful enough to shake the world, such losses were inevitable, and the members who participated in the rescue of these resources also had I never seem to think that I can go back alive. Although in the eyes of the free people, the loyalty of the feudal era is somewhat foolish and impersonal, but in the thinking of these warriors, all loyalty for the king to risk everything is the most important as a knight. The perfect destination.

And their sacrifice is not meaningless.

"Wow"

The blade of the Holy Light, which was compressed to the extreme, flashed away like a sharp long sword that was sheathed and retracted, and even left a golden phantom in the eyes of the people around.

Between the scorching air whistling, the cold blood spilled into the air of the dragon bone wilderness. The Lord of the Dark Blade looked at his left arm blocking his chest. On the position of his wrist, he was strengthened by the dragon blood and the fruit of life. The body was cut off by the sharp holy light with his wrist, and there was only one burned stubble in the original palm position.

The whole fist was cut off, fully showing the power of Alsace's death blow. Although the severed blood has begun to heal quickly, this can't hide the fact that...

"Ah, are the young people's fangs sharp now?"

Tyrion gave a deep emotion. He lowered his head. The left hand with the quaint ring was falling at the foot of Alsace. The moment the cut palm fell in the snow, his fingers twitched nervously. .

"It seems that I look down upon you."

Lord Darkblade had an ashes messenger in his hand whistling and brought out a shadow of the sword. In Tyraon’s grinning, the long sword he swayed was no longer merciful, and Gianna, who was holding Alsace, waved his staff. A thick layer of ice was suspended in front of her, Arthas and Vol'jin, the young troll passed by, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes, but at this desperate moment, he still did not stop his own Voodoo War Dance.

Behind the three men, all the soldiers, covered with golden and red voodoo voodoo, rushed from the rear to the dark blade lord who was about to ruin the poisonous hand from behind.

"Wow"

The merciless and cold Ashbringer suddenly fell, and the Archmage gathered all the thick ice caps condensed by magic for less than a third of a second, and was completely shattered by the roaring black sword shadow, Alsace He gritted his teeth and turned to hold Jaina in his arms. The next second, the sharp blade fell on his back. Under the protection of the golden red voodoo, the blade failed to hurt him, but the long sword Carrying a huge force between the collision, smashing the two desperate couples hugged together with the Wojin behind them.

At the moment when the three men flew out, the voodoo circle that had lost the host was stopped between being infected by death and the leader, and the golden red light curtain of the "defendable invincible" on the surface of the body suddenly dissipated. Between the golden and red plumes, Tyrion made a tingling laughter. His figure was moving forward in the snow, like a black lightning, carrying a war sword, and in between , Appeared in front of three people who fell to the ground.

"Dead! Living!"

The dark sword shadow flying across the sky behind Tyraon screamed at the three people, and Jaina pursed her mouth. At the moment when the blade screamed, she grabbed Arthas in one hand and Wo in one hand. Jin, in the restraint of the heavy energy lingering around Tyreon, exploded the magic of the whole body in a decisive posture, and opened a gap.

"Uh"

Blinking flashes in the blue light curtain took three people out of the **** that was chopped to pieces, and the moment the three appeared on the edge of the battlefield, the archmage Modra, who had been observing the battlefield, shattered violently. In the hand, the space positioning runestone exuding a purple light.

"Ao"

A loud dragon roar also sounded above the sky. The huge body of the Red Dragon Archmage Krassus, who was once a member of the six-person council and a private friend of Modra, seemed to break through the space and suddenly came. Above the battlefield, the powerful queen's spouse shone with fierce hatred in the eyes, and at the moment of its appearance, its claws waved, tearing the two white bone wings of the undead bone dragon running across the sky. .

And the next second, the huge red dragon opened his mouth, and in its large mouth of the blood basin, the dragon fire that had been compressed to the extreme, smashed fiercely towards the position where Tyrion was below.

It's like a pillar of fire, everything on the ground, everything in the air, together with the snowflakes flying in the sky... are instantly lit.

In the blazing air of flames, in the sight of Alsace, Tyrion's figure turned into a black mist, slowly dissipating in that flame, when he disappeared, a voice that only two people could hear , Also sounded in Alsace's ear.

"You played well in this battle...especially you, Arthas Menethil."

"But this warm-up is coming to an end, see you later, young king."

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Everyone stood stunned in front of the "ignited" big glacier in front of their eyes. The cold in the surrounding air was dispelled by the scorching flame, and the warm touch made everyone who survived like a dream.

They stood silently, watching the awakened undead burn in the dragon's hell, some soldiers silently converged the body of their companions, these warriors died in a sacred battle against evil, their The body will be returned to Kalimdor, after the priests are purified, it will be burned, and then placed in the tomb of the Holy Light Church.

In the eyes of believers, such an ending is even as the heroes of the warriors return to the arms of the Holy Light.

The attachment and flammability of the Red Dragon's life fire is extremely terrifying. Before burning all the materials that can be burned, this dragon fire is not so easy to dissipate.

"He, was he burned to death?"

The black and gray woking hung his arms, and with his other hand leaning on his curved blade, stood next to Thrall, receiving the treatment of the orc shaman, the last blow that passed the death just now, If it were not for Arthas to fit him and Jaina behind him, I am afraid that the sharp Ashbringer would cut off his head directly.

This was the first time that young Vol'jin saw the power of Dark Blade. He stuttered and asked:

"The dragon killed him, right?"

No one answered Woking. Anyone who has dealt with Tyrion knows that this great lord is not so good to deal with, and now, after a desperate battle, no one is interested in talking too much.

"It's not that simple..."

A gentle voice rang behind the crowd, and Archmage Modra turned around and saw Krassus wearing a red robe and a magical sword. The red dragon appeared behind the crowd as a high elf. Behind him, there are several special members, one of them is the Countess Presto who left halfway.

"Old friend, long time no see."

Modra stepped forward and gave a hug to the handsome Krasus, while the Red Dragon Master smiled at his human friend, and then turned his head to look at the others, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his yellow snake pupil.

"You... humans, no matter what reason you have, this adventure is too reckless... if it wasn't for Onyxia who rushed to the Dragon Temple to ask for help, relying only on Modra's communication spell, you It’s hard to get help from the dragon, some of my compatriots... are not as friendly as me."

This rebuke made the survivors look even darker, and the simple young tauren Bain looked at the dragon flying in the sky curiously, while flicking his tail, optimistically said:

"But the result is good...everything is good, we beat him, right? Friends, this is a victory."

"No, tauren."

Krassus looked at Bain for a moment, his eyes stayed on the black heavy firearm behind Baine for a moment, then shook his head and said with the indifference and restraint that a dragon should have:

"We didn’t beat him, to be precise, my dragonfire didn’t even hurt him, he left by himself, I don’t know why, but if you think this is the true of Tyrion. Blade of Dawn Strength, then you are wrong."

"This dragon friend is right."

The sergeant Marrad sat cross-legged on the ground and healed his wounds with holy light while saying to others:

"I have personally seen the battle between Tyrion and Emperor Lothar in Northern Xinjiang. If he used the power beyond the ordinary at the beginning of today, we would not be able to support the dragon. His fighting stance today is like It's like playing with us... playing games."

"He left this!"

The pale-faced Jaina freezes Tyrion’s severed left hand with ice, and uses magic hands to levitate it in front of everyone’s eyes. In the eyes of everyone, the blood of the severed fist changes quickly. It was as pale as if it had been weathered in time, just a few minutes, the flesh and blood of the fist dissipated strangely, leaving only the bones, and even the bones completely disappeared after tens of seconds.

The only thing left in the ice block is a simple ring. On the surface of the ring, there is a dull and unknown light.

"This is a space ring."

Archmage Modra took a special monocle, and after a few minutes of careful study, he said to others:

"The space inscription is activated, that is to say, there is something in this ring that can be carried by Tyrion himself, maybe... it is worth studying."

"It's dangerous, ma'am, no one knows what that lunatic will leave in the ring."

The first sergeant expressed his opposition. Others also showed their hearts and minds. Tyrion’s brutal force left a deep impression on everyone.

"Then follow us to Longmian Temple first."

Seeing the conversation stalled, the Red Dragon Master Krasus coughed and said to others:

"The Queen heard about the battle between you and Tyrion. She is very interested in you. She wants to meet you, you guys. This is a rare honor, and there are many dragons in the temple who are proficient in space magic. They may help. You, under absolute security, unlock the secrets inside this ring."

Talking, Krassus glanced at the side guarded by the soldiers, approaching the unconscious Arthas and his two brave attendants:

"Your members also need help, just take a break here."

"What about you? Dismantler, are you coming with us?"

Archmage Modra turned his head to look at the silent nerubian priest standing on the edge. After fighting against the strong enemy together, the necromancer prince Chris got the initial trust of everyone, and in the face of this invitation, the wounded priest Shaking his head, his strange voice sounded in everyone's mind:

"I need to go back to the ground to cultivate in the dark. The soul power of the undead is too large. My spiritual core has been terrified. This is the worst injury I have suffered in thousands of years... In addition, the spider The relationship between the devil and the dragon family is not very friendly. In the past thousands of years, hundreds of dragons have become the appetite of our former kings and generals...so please allow me to decline this invitation."

"The allied thing?"

"Give me a map of your territory. Wait until the right time. I will take the people to visit you... Now, the time has not yet arrived."

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"You are hurt?"

In the northwestern part of Northrend, there is a blizzard that is covered by extreme cold snowstorms all year round, and the glacial land full of wandering undead The barrier between the two worlds appeared behind Tyrion. The Valkyrie looked at Tyrion’s left hand after recovery, and she whispered:

"Who can hurt you in this continent? Are you going to provoke those guardians in the storm cliffs?"

Tyrion put his clean and fresh fingers in front of his eyes, moved a few times, then shook his head:

"No... just a game."

"And since it is a game, there must be rewards, isn't it?"

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