Azeroth’s Death Track

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The continent of Northrend is a mysterious place in the eyes of all beings.

There are too many secrets buried in this continent, just the barbaric Vrykul who stay in the tribal civilization and those powerful dragons are enough to deter 99% of the adventurers in this world. Such caution is a must Yes, because on this continent, the Vrykul and the dragon are far from the most dangerous existence.

At the northernmost point of the mainland, near the North Pole, is a magnificent mountain that stands in the dark night sky, so that there is no way to enter the mountains in all directions. In fact, its overall height is higher than that of Northrend. The plain is like a "protruding" part of this continent.

The souls living in the local area think that the mountain is the place where the gods live. In their eyes, the mountain range that has been covered by endless storms and terrible snowstorms is sacred and dangerous. No reasonable person should enter it. And should not try to disturb the creatures in it.

It was one of the original relics left by the creator of the storm cliff.

Tyrion is now sitting at the junction of storm cliffs and ice cap glaciers, at the top of the snow-covered mountains, if you have good vision, you can even directly overlook the North Sea scenery, which is already the entire Azeroth One of the highest mountains.

He was sitting on a cold ice block, with an ash messenger at his feet, and the dark bladed lord holding a lighted "secret" cigar in the corner of his mouth, in a burst of smoke with a strange fragrance, Tyraine Ice The blue eyes were full of calm.

"Is something brought back?"

Tyrion exhaled a long smoke, and then asked, behind him, Wagri Agaza pulled a black wooden box from the void, the surface of the wooden box was wrapped with a chain engraved with inscriptions, those special The chains are wrapped between them, just like the dangerous things in the box are **** tightly, not letting it and its power escape from the wooden box.

Agatha put the heavy wooden box in front of Tyrion, she said:

"This is a dangerous thing with an unknown breath. A curse remains in it, and no sensible person should use it."

"Click"

Tyrion’s fingers brushed over the surface of the locked wooden box, and the heavy chains broke off. At the moment he opened the wooden box, the snow between the entire hills suddenly whistled like a dark Will is breathing and roaring.

"Danger?"

The high lord’s eyes were watching the heavy blue sword, which was carved like ice cubes, placed in the wooden box. He extended his finger and slid on the smooth blade, he whispered:

"Is there anything more dangerous than me in this world?"

"Om"

At the moment when the finger slides to the position of the hilt, Tyraine's five fingers clasp Frostmourne's sad hilt and lift it out of the box. This long sword, which is from Tianqi Tyrion was beating in his hands. At the beginning, it constantly exuded its own power, trying to invade the sword-holder in front of him, but after contacting Tyrion’s huge energy of death like an endless sea, The sword seemed to be "scared", and quickly recovered all the power into the sword.

Then frantically resisted the power erosion from Tyrion.

"Om"

Tyrion's wrist flipped over, causing the sharp blade to cut a wind breaking sound in the air, and a blade of darkness flew from the blade, chopped towards the surrounding mountain walls, and for a time the rock fell. fly.

After dozens of seconds, he put the cold frost sorrow on his forehead, and then said to Agatha around him:

"Have you listened?"

"what?"

Agatha shook his head suspiciously, and then heard Tyrion say in a weird, elongated tone:

"Sorrow of Frost... Hungry!"

"what?"

Agatha showed a dazed expression. She didn't know how to answer this sentence. Seeing the silence of the Valkyrie, Tyrion shook her head helplessly, and then threw it back in the buzz of the magic sword. Looking at the box in front of him, Agaza stepped forward and closed the wooden box, then locked the sword again with a chain.

Even for her pure spirit, this magic sword from the stars is very dangerous.

"Don't you need it?"

Agatha threw the box back into the void, and she looked at Tyrion, who threw the cigar in the corner of her mouth on the ground, and looked at the fire that was beating in the cold wind, he shook his head:

"On the physical level, it is not as strong and sharp as the Ashbringer."

"On the magic level, it is not as arrogant and powerful as the Apocalypse, not to mention that the unruly **** sword has completed its own breakthrough."

"Its only commendable soul brand is meaningless to me. There are already better ones, why should I use them badly? What's more...it doesn't even say...I hope it Will not be scared by its brother's "new face"..."

Talking, Tyrion set his gaze on the looming black minaret in the distant wind and snow. He brought the cold armor back to his left hand, and then moved his finger, whispering:

"Come on, Agatha, bring a "gift" and let us visit the owner here... visit my old friend."

"As a guest."

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The black minaret above the ice cap glacier, this is the north fort built when the Lich King entered Azeroth.

It is made of rare Saronite iron from under the Great Glacier. This mineral exists only in the coldest part of Northrend. This mineral has a special amazing conductivity for death energy and shadow magic. After that, it was extremely strong, and most importantly, after the Necrotic Rune was engraved, this thing would become a natural enchanted armor.

Of course, the weapons and armor made of this mineral are unusable or even inaccessible to the living, because this mineral naturally contains an ability to affect the sanity of life. Those unlucky eggs that have contacted the Saronite iron during the journey There will be hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and even strange whispers that are constantly entangled in the mind. In short, this is not a "natural treasure" in the traditional sense.

The appearance of Saronite is said to be inseparable from some ancient dark forces.

The whole of the black minaret inhabited by the Lich King is made of Saronite iron, which is indestructible, and connects the magic nodes of the entire Icecrown. As long as the Lich King is willing, his fortress can be turned into a huge magic at any time. fortress.

At the beginning, only one solitary tower stood in the center of the glacier, and after years of construction by countless undead workers, the entire ice cap glacier was surrounded by this black steel giant wall At the magical nodes around the glacier, the Lich King also built several auxiliary towers to surround the node, and built the entire glacier into a fortress.

The rampant activities of the cursed gods in northern Xinjiang also collected a considerable number of cultists for the Lich King. Those talented people were sent to this place by the Fleet of the Vrykul under the command of the Lich King. In order to prevent these "fragile" living beings from losing their lives in the suffering place for various reasons, under the order of the Lich King, on the edge of the black tower, an evil building called the Cursed Cathedral is almost coming. Completion.

This is for those cultists and lunatics who come to "pilgrimage".

In short, unlike the Dark Blade Legion that siege the ground, in the years after entering the world of Azeroth, the Lich King seems to indulge in the "build" game. He is the most desolate and harshest environment in Azeroth. The region has built one of the world’s largest and most terrifying fortress groups.

The best "evil powers" that have gathered him over the years are gathered here.

This is a low-key force that is not valued by the world. However, it is actually comparable to the destructive power of the Legion.

Tyrion, with a long black hood, covered his face under the hood. He walked alone on the black staircase to the Icecrown Citadel. This strange metal staircase condensed in the extremely low temperature. There is a layer of frost, and on both sides of the stairs, the dark structures in the state of stone statues, and the gargoyles similar to the combination of birds and bats quietly perform their duties as "sentinel".

But their eyes hidden beneath the stone did not dare to glance at this impudent "guest" who was moving forward. The previous reckless guys just screamed and were shattered by the huge energy of death Cracked ice sculpture.

Obviously, this is a "kind" that is unimaginably powerful. He must have come for the Lich King above the throne. The grudges between such big people are not something that these weak guys can participate in.

The most important thing is that after the news of the arrival of Tyrion was passed to the Lich King, the leader of the Scourge Undead did not have any special expression, which means... he allowed his entry.

"Well, a nice palace."

Tyrion stood in front of the Icecrown Citadel under the gaze of nearly a hundred Scourge Death Knights, raised his head, and looked at the majestic fortress under the dark sky. The Lich King’s aesthetic is really good. Hard lines and sharp spikes are used as decoration, layered on top of each other, and look like a black city of steel.

Full of oppression, full of aggression, just like a frost giant lying quietly in the north pole of the world. Although it is resting, when it roars the first time, the whole world will be alarmed.

"But it's still not as good as my dark temple..."

Tyrion shook his head, no longer paying attention to these icy buildings. He moved forward, and the Scourge Death Knight, who was standing in front of the fortress, followed the instructions of the voice in his heart to drive the four giant Necrostorm giants. The "visitor" of the Icecrown Citadel pushed the gate of the fortress.

In the low-pitched sound, a trace of extremely cold mist lingered in the frost evangelism in front of Tyrion. The interior of this black minaret was filled with ice and falling snow composed of pure death energy. Those in the natural disaster camp The noble lich and death knights in the area stood quietly on both sides of the road, watching Tyrion stepping deeper into the fortress.

Most of these Lich King’s most powerful warriors are tall Vrykuls, some crypt lords and nerubian priests with heavy ice armor, and some high elves killed by Quel'Thalas, most of them It exists in the form of a dark mage. In terms of the area of ​​this fortress, the number of soldiers who "welcome" on both sides is too small.

They should be the absolute confidants of the Lich King, because Tyrion is very clear that his arrival is a matter of secrecy for the Lich King. After all, there are some unfinished "promises" between them. .

The high lord ignored these servants. He set foot on the rune teleportation to the highest point of the fortress in the cold gaze, and in the gathering of cold death energy, the tower's twisted space jumped for a while. When Ryan opened his eyes again, he was already standing at the highest point of the black minaret.

This is a ring-shaped platform, which is composed of a solid block of ice. On this open-air platform, white snowflakes are flying everywhere, and the platform is also covered with snow, marking the time with cumbersome symbols. The platform is covered, and it seems that no one will come here to clean it every day.

Tyraine raised his head. Above the ice ring platform, there was an irregular iceberg carved from pure white ice. Outside the iceberg, it was a throne that was not gorgeous, and there were rough carvings. The ladder goes all the way up.

On the top of the throne is an irregular piece of perennial ice. In the ice, a set of blue and black armor is icy, dotted with white skulls and black patterns, and some fur made of animal fur , And an empty, full-covered crown. Above that crown, a blue jewel shines in the ice, and a thick mountain-like spiritual force is escaping from the ice. Out.

There wasn't no one there. In the ice cube, a ghost was watching him.

"Darkblade Lord, Conqueror of the Eastern Continent, Undead Dominator, Black Dragon Slayer, Doomsday of Human Civilization, Devil Slayer, Draenor Tyrant, Apocalypse Sword Holder, and Reaper Challenger. .. the hand of destiny, the enemy of the world... the terrible and honorable Tyrion. The blade of dawn..."

A deep voice overshadowed the falling snow. He whispered in a tone of poetry:

"Welcome to you, I have been waiting for you...too long."

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