Azeroth’s Death Track

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The voice of the Lich King, the ruler of this great glacier, the commander of thousands of undead, is as deep and sneaky as ever, just as it was in another world a few years ago. Think of things like conspiracy.

He is just such a person, with enough wisdom, high wrist and strength, but always lacks a little determination, and there is also a trace of greed in his bones, and so selfishness.

He can be called a qualified leader, but he is not excellent, nor is he the best.

When faced with important choices, he will always be hesitant, interfered by many external factors, and even make some decisions that should not be made, thus ruining his future, just like in the world of Draenor.

However, everyone will grow, especially after experiencing such a terrible and heavy disaster, he should also learn something, he should also be changed... Of course, this is premised.

"You don't seem to be surprised that I came here?"

Tyrion stood peacefully on the circular platform in front of the Throne of Ice. He looked at the ghost on the throne frozen in the ice. He had no form, but he could feel the ghost in the keen senses of the high lord. The existence of, like the one at the time of the original separation, the ghost of the old orc was imprisoned in the ice, staring at him with his tired eyes.

"Or do you mean to lure Arthas to come here to lead me here?"

The lord's black cloak rang behind him, and he asked:

"It looks like you have something to say to me, or have you planned an ending for me?"

"Do not!"

The Lich King's voice sounded, and he answered flatly and negatively:

"It's not me, there are other beings who want you to come here. They brought another command of a strong being, but not for me, but for you."

"Unfortunately, according to the request of the great man, your cursed life... will end today."

"Uh"

The voice of the Lich King fell, and the cold magic contained in the Icecrown Citadel exploded, forcibly blocking the space around the entire open platform, like a closed arc prison cage, letting the light of the dark sky outside the wind and snow There is a distortion, which is a manifestation of energy penetration into space. In this level of energy conflict, the space door in the conventional sense cannot be opened.

This is absorbed by the entire Icecrown Citadel, and the cold magic from the bottom of the Great Glacier. Unless Tyrion’s power is strong enough to crush the entire 10,000-year-old Glacier in one blow, he cannot leave the area with a teleportation-like ability.

In other words, he was trapped.

And at the moment when Tyraine was trapped, the eight Shadow Valkyries headed by Anhald showed body from all directions on the ring platform. These Valkyries, who served Hella, wore black ghost armor, hands Holding the spears of death and burial, behind the body of their souls, a pair of black light wings spread out, which looked very heavy, and they radiated on them, which could not be described by words.

That is the breath from the abyss of hell, in other words, it is the breath from hell.

"Om"

As Hella’s most trusted and powerful leader of the Shadow Valkyrie, Anhald, the Wagri who had a single pony tail behind the battle helmet pointed his dead funeral spear at Terion who stood in the center of the circular platform , She announced in a cold, dead voice:

"Taraion. Blade of Dawn, ignorant and reckless man, contempt of death! You have made several bold plans to destroy the goddess of hell, and collaborated with the humble heresy Bang Sandy to try to subvert the rule of His Majesty Hella , Great sins, today... I am punished by you in the name of the goddess... the death penalty!"

"Your soul will be thrown into the brazier of sins and burned for ten thousand years! And your dead bones will serve Queen Hella as a sinner until your sins are paid off!"

"Now, sinner! Kneel down... pray to Queen Hella for forgiveness!"

This series of charges did not change Tyrion’s face by one point. He just stood there and quietly listened to the crimes announced by the Vagris. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and used his ice blue Looked directly at Anhald. He looked at the Valkyrie, who was quite close to Agatha’s, but stronger and stronger, he said softly:

"What if I say refusal?"

Anhald took a step forward with a blank expression:

"I will persuade you with weapons and pain until you... change your mind."

"Ha ha"

Tyrion's left hand stretched out, and a black flame was burning in his palm. Against the strange flame, Tyrion's thin cheek reflected a slightly grinning smile:

"I mean...if another person in my body, say refuse?"

"I can't understand what you're talking about! Sinner, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore! Sisters, come with me and take this sinner's soul back to the abyss of hell!"

Anhald's fingers waved forward, and the remaining 13 Valkyrie held their weapons and rushed towards Terion who was standing in the middle of the platform. The latter shrugged, and the black flame in the left hand swelled sharply. Within 1 second, a long sword with flaming black fire appeared in his hand, Tyrion took a step forward, his hoarse voice echoed in this distorted dark space.

"Okay, okay...this is what you earned for yourself...have a good time."

"boom"

Anhalde, the fastest rusher, had just waved his death spear, and felt the blade of the roaring blaze, and the light plume of her body shone, and a dark storm hit the blade in front of her. Feeling a faint threat, her charge slowed a little, and at the next moment, the pale light was torn apart by the black fire.

Like a black and white mixed sun rising in front of the eyes, the energy storm that burst between the collision of the huge and cold soul energy caused the Shadow Valkyrie to close her eyes subconsciously. She quickly retreated, but in the roaring wind, An Heard heard the screams of his companions...as if they had fallen into a trap and were dying.

The Valkyrie, by virtue of her powerful fighting instinct, flicked a few spears of her soul to the sides between the spears of the war spear in her hand, judging from the trembling force sent by the spear, these spears had Nearly devastating destructive power.

The sudden riot of the power of the soul also swept away the heavy snow on this platform. It used an explosive counterattack to encase the Valkyries in a black, rolling and burning like liquid In the sea of ​​fire, that is the illusion of the soul power compressed to the extreme, is the power that should not appear in the hands of flesh and blood creatures.

In Anhalde’s mind, this level of power will only appear in the hands of Queen Hella, who controls the entire abyss of the underworld, or the abominable heretic Bang Sandy, and only their tough and unique souls can withstand this. The oppression of the power of the soul.

The Valkyrie felt the tide of black fire tumbling towards her. She sipped the war spear fiercely into the ice, and the pale power stretched out in front of her eyes, like a heavy one. The light shield blocked the endless black sea of ​​fire outside the light shield, and the Lich King also swayed his own power in silence, helping Anhald make the light shield more solid.

It was not until this time that the Shadow Valkyrie had time to look up at the battlefield in the center of the platform, which made her heart sink into the valley.

Tyreon, who lifted the black hood, was stepping on the waist of a Valkyrie severely burned by the black fire. Between the scattered black fire beside him, the two Valkyries had fallen on the cold platform. Their chests and waists have torn and pierced horrific wounds, and Wagri has no substance. They are completely creatures that exist in spirits. Such wounds can only prove that their souls Was really hurt.

And in the hands of Tyrion, he is holding a strangely shaped long sword. The weapon and all orthodox long swords are different in shape. It is like the spine of a certain creature is drawn out rigidly, and then copied In two parts, twisted and twisted together with strange power. At the top of the white bone blade, there are two curved and sharp bone spurs that split off.

And on both sides of the spine-like bone blade, covered with sharp bone thorns, even the sword handle of this long sword is composed of dark bones, and on the handle is dotted with a shrinking demon At first, it was like a skull with blood and flesh completely removed. In that black eye socket, there was also a black-red gleam like blood.

It’s not like a weapon at all, it’s like a weird thing used to scare people, but in Tyrion’s hands, it is indeed a powerful weapon, between the flip of Tyrion’s wrist, the blade The sharp big bone spur at the front end is like having your own life. Between the buzzing and the howling, it slowly closes, and between the two bone spurs, a light blade composed entirely of soul energy is slowly being generated.

Sharp, deadly, and gloomy.

He looked at the Valkyrie who was stepped on his feet, and the poor lady was scorched by the black fire representing the power of the soul, so that the fierce soul fire was a real killer for pure spirits, Terry Ang looked at the struggling young lady. He stretched out his hand, dragged the black winged helmet off her face, and threw it aside. He gently stroked the Valkyrie’s smooth cheek with his fingers, in the fearful look of the Valkyrie. In the middle, Terion said softly:

"Child...Hella's slavery to you is over...Starting today, your name, your soul, everything about you... belongs to me."

"Don't be afraid, it will be a little...painful!"

"puff"

A bone-like horror sword pierced the heart of the struggling Valkyrie from above, and the spirit body had no blood, but in Anhalde's eyes, she could clearly see that the soul power in her own compatriot was being The strange bone sword wrapped in black flames quickly absorbed.

Like a greedy monster, devouring poor prey.

"monster!"

Anhald has not been so angry for tens of thousands of years. Of course, she has not been so scared for tens of thousands of years. She and the rest of the Valkyries clenched the weapons in their hands. They were only attacked and let them lose. After three people, it seems that Hella made a serious mistake in the evaluation of Tyrion’s strength, or... after the last meeting, in the short time now, Tyrion’s strength has been terrified again. Promotion.

Of course, Wagris would rather believe that all these changes are due to the strange bone sword in Tyrion's hand.

"Seriously, I don't want to use it."

The lord threw the weak and seriously injured Wagri at his feet. He shook the bone sword in his hand and looked at the dark red light blade shining endlessly between the bone spurs at the front of the bone sword. There were several more on the light blade. Undead runes are trembling. Under the control of Tyraine's will, the undead runes on the light blade are constantly changing. On this new long sword, the combination of runes with different effects is rapidly changing.

He stood this shaped, ugly bone sword in front of his eyes. Through the sharp blade, he looked at the Wagris who were holding the weapon under the throne of ice in front of him, and he said softly:

"This sword is very naughty, it is reckless, and it is a complete bastard. Even after it recognizes me as the Lord, it will greedily intercept every pierced soul. This is its nature."

"But in any case, this ugly thing is very useful for dealing with you spiritless bodies... and you are just the beginning, young ladies..."

Tyrion pointed the blade of the bone sword at the Wagris in front of him, and he said:

"Someday, Hella will see it with her own eyes, I hope... that ugly crazy woman will not be intimidated."

"Crazy!"

Anhald screamed. She looked back at the ice on the Ice Throne. She shouted loudly:

"The Lich King, don't forget the gift of Queen Hella... We need your strength! Now!"

"boom"

The huge unmatched energy of death and the magic of darkness exploded at the same time, hitting Tyrion. The blade of dawn with a mighty force like a mountain and a sea, and the Vagiris followed the power of the Lich King. Charged to Lord Darkblade.

And when that force broke out, Tyrion suddenly hung down the bone sword in his hand. He had no defense at all, but asked loudly:

"So, Ner'zhul! Tell me, what did Hella give you?"

"Freedom! The arrogant queen gave me freedom...She thought I would be her watchdog!"

The moment the Lich King's voice responded, the huge death energy and the dark magic that hit Tyraon came back abruptly, and gathered on the platform in front of Tyraine, an energy storm that roared like a vortex, Gathering all the 5 Wagris that were caught off guard by them, this sudden blow made those Wagris dizzy.

Tyrion moved his shoulder a little, and a black flame surged from his palm, wrapped around the long sword in his hand. He looked at the endless waggle in the sky, he said softly:

"Look, our Hella is really silly and cute, she thinks that you are kindly free..."

"But, you want to be free, what's the use?"

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