Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I said, are you deliberately leading the wrong way?"

In the underground city of Eresalas, Modant Yongying changed his clothes, was hung by Luminas with a rune sword, and walked in the intricate city under the hidden protection of the shadow of the leaves.

The former upper-level elf magister is now very embarrassed. He was thrown into the prison by the tyrannical mad king because he opposed Tosedrin’s slaughter of the people a few years ago, if not Lumina. Si rescued him unexpectedly. I am afraid he will be killed on the spot during the war tonight.

But the Lord of Death did not come to do good deeds, she just gave Modant the necessary water and food, and then used her weapon to force Modant to take her to find the holy sword Quel'Cera.

"I swear, ma'am, I didn't take the wrong path."

Modant licked his chapped lips. Under the pressure of a cold sword on his neck, he dragged his tired body to travel in a familiar city. He was born in the elite morale of the elven empire. For thousands of years, and from his experience, the strange elf lady behind him is definitely a murderous, non- blinking ruthless character. He does not want to anger her, but some words, he must tell Luminas.

"Listen to me, ma'am, I don't know where you heard about the holy sword Quel'Cera, but what I want to tell you is that the holy sword has been damaged in a catastrophe, Torsey The madman in Delin has been trying to repair it, but lacks a few key materials, so the holy sword has been in a damaged state. In addition, I don’t doubt your force, but the holy sword is placed in Tosedrin’s palace There are at least a few thousand well-trained guards loyal to that lunatic..."

Modant coughed lightly:

"I mean... you better be prepared."

"There are more than a thousand people who have died under my sword..."

Luminas sneered, she sent the sword forward, the skin around Modant's neck was immediately cut open, and blood flowed out, causing the weak Great Magister to raise his hands immediately, and then he heard death The lord's cold and ruthless voice:

"I don't mind killing a few thousand more in this ghost place...I just need that holy sword, do you understand? In addition... what's the matter with you assholes? You also have addictions, right? "

Luminas is a high elf, although she is a rare low-magic physique among the elves, so she was awakened after death and did not become Salin, but she did hear a lot about magic addiction from Tyrion, she It can be seen at a glance that the upper elf Modande in front of him is very weak, but this weakness is not because of injury or long-term imprisonment, but because of his body's hunger for magic.

And it’s not just Modant, all the upper elves that Miss Sister encountered along the way have this problem. In her view, this dungeon is simply an ugly lair of a group of magic addicts, who are full of crushed by magic addiction The lunatics of will.

Faced with the question of Luminas, Modant laughed nervously:

"Of course, addiction, huh, ma'am, you are also an elf, it seems that you are one of the descendants of Das Reima, I have seen your predecessors with my own eyes, they have also been troubled by addiction, but I'm sure, No matter what happens to them, it would be luckier to be Sindra... Our leader Tosedrin has been crazy for a long time, especially after the disappearance of his father Willings... The cowardly guy is addicted to the magic Defeated sanity."

"He said he was going to save us, and as a result, he took us into hell... 400 years ago, 170 years ago, 17 years ago, time and time again, I personally experienced those hells, overnight, to ensure He and his doglegs can enjoy enough magic. He sent the executioners again and again to kill his people and assassinate those endless opponents... blood flows into rivers, blood flows into rivers."

The Great Magister seemed to be mad, ignoring the long sword that Luminas put on his neck, and sat on the ground ass:

"The stolen magic is not enough. Ten people divided the magic. Each person can only get one-tenth. Tosedrin is crazy. He killed five people, so everyone can get one-fifth. We Stand by and watch, just because we can also receive grace, but our hands are covered with blood, just like the executioners... It is not the lack of magic that crushes us, but our inner conscience, the hidden conscience ...We **** it!"

"Everyone still alive in this city is damn! There is no innocent! All are murderers! All are murderers!!!"

Modant seemed to be defeated. He hugged his head on the ground and cried out in pain, like a complete mental illness. Luminas soon realized that she actually Find a madman to lead the way.

This made the younger sister very dissatisfied. She raised the rune sword and was going to get rid of the noisy maniac under her feet, but the moment she waved the sword, she suddenly flashed, and the next moment, the younger sister grabbed Modant’s Collar, she stared fiercely at this half-mad magician, shook his hands and gave him two slaps to make him awake, and then the sister gritted her teeth and said:

"Then do you want revenge? Do you want to cleanse the blood on your hands? You see, if you want to atone, you have to solve the people who brought all these disasters by hand. What is Toselin? Or Tosedrin? Madman? As long as he is still there, you will not be free even after you commit suicide. In short, I mean, I can give you a chance to atonement! Do you want it?"

"Atonement?"

There was a flash of light in Modant's chaotic eyes. He knelt on the ground, clutching the sister's wrist with both hands, and he screamed:

"Yes! Atonement! I'm going to atonement and wash away the blood on my hands. Sindra can't die anymore! Our race can't just fall into the abyss. Tosedrin is the culprit! Kill him! Kill him. It's over! What should I do? Tell me, ma'am, what should I do?"

"Hah, it's simple."

Luminas grabbed Modant from the ground. She learned how Tyrion had bewitched her. She patted the dust on her body and she whispered:

"You just said that the lunatic has killed many of your people, right? Gee, it's awful, deserves a thousand swords, but what I want to know more is... where did you bury those bodies?"

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"Guard the defense! Defend our magic! No one wants to take those magic away from us! Don't think about it!"

In Tosedrin’s palace, the roar of the crazy king Tosedrin, who had been driven crazy by strange magic, echoed like a beast in the palace. This appearance still retains the upper elves that looked like ten thousand years ago. Long ago, there was no elegance as a magic prince. Under that handsome body, there was hidden a soul that had become rotten and smelly for ten thousand years in a lone city.

In order to enjoy the magic power, he can relentlessly banish his compatriots into the wilderness to be eaten by the beasts, or because of some gossip, he will ruthlessly kill the magisters who devote all to the existence of Sindra. .

By controlling the dirty means of magic rations, Tosedrin created an army as shameless as he, armed with enchanted weapons from the Elven Empire period, in this small city, with a privileged class Identity, rule the city for their evil masters.

And now, their rule is in jeopardy, and Tosedrin has an enemy he can't afford... and worst of all, that enemy could have been an ally of Sindra, his greed and madness, will Kai Alsace squeezed into his opposite, and he was about to pay the price.

The shadow of defeat loomed over Tosedrin, a fear that had never been seen in the ten thousand years of grief, so that his already overwhelmed poor nerve swayed frantically again, sitting on the inlaid with gems. On the throne, Tosedrin was like a poor worm that was scorched on the flames. His eyes were full of hysterical madness, and after that madness, he could not bear the fear.

"They're here... they're coming to take my magic away."

Tosedrin sat alone on the throne and whispered. He looked around nervously, like a beast infested by fear. Any wind and grass would cause him to be even more flustered, and the loss of 5 magic hubs had pushed him. To the edge of the cliff, a weak person in desperation often makes crazy decisions.

They must be crazy, otherwise once they calm down, the fear that has already filled their hearts will swallow them instantly. They don't want to face the fear, they must choose to be crazy.

"Guard! Guard!"

Tosedrin suddenly shouted, and a few moments later, several heavily armed guards rushed into the palace, and they looked at their crazy king, who took a deep breath, his eyes shining with strange lights, he stood Before the throne, he said softly:

"Don't be afraid, Sindra's guards, you don't need to be afraid, because I already have a solution to the intruder..."

The guards look at me, I see you, and no one believes that this madman can solve the enemies outside armed with steel, but now, they have nowhere to go.

"Go! Tell the wizards of the Magic Pool."

Tosedrin's eyes widened, and his silver eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes:

"Go tell them, prepare to undo the Imotahar seal... our source of magic is already "hungry", let it devour the ignorant invaders, make it stronger, then... . Then we have enough endless magic to enjoy...Go! Go!"

Under the scolding of Tosedrin, the guards knew that it was a crazy idea, but they already chose the six kings to follow the king’s order. However, the moment these guards rushed out of the court, they saw a picture Weird scene.

The corpses of the dozens of soldiers who were guarding the entrance of the palace lay on the ground, their bodies were shrivelled, as if they had been drained of all blood, and in their dim eyes, they still kept the advent. The last touch of fear before death was like seeing...like seeing real hell.

"Yo, another crazy king's dog legs came out, it's nice."

An indifferent and calm voice rang in front of the guards. On the empty ground, a layer of light curtain was converged. Luminas holding the black swords spread her arms. She tilted her head and used Blood-red eyes were fixed on the solitary guards in front of her, and floating behind her was a mass of blood-red mist that was hard to describe in words. The mist was floating like it was "alive."

"Yongying!"

Luminas shouted impatiently:

"When will you and your friends wait? The Valkyrie of the Dark Blade has removed your addiction and gave you a new life...Now, it's up to you to return the Dark Blade!"

"Observe... Madam"

An indifferent voice rang out from the blood-red mist entwined behind the younger sister. In the frightened gaze of several guards, the blood-colored mist condensed into one haze after another. They used **** power to condense the gorgeous robe, their There was blood red in their eyes, their appearance was not suffering from the erosion of magic addiction, their skin was pale, under the light of the halo, in the sloshing **** mist, they were like floating, returning from **** like the Avengers.

They are of course avengers. These guards are constantly retreating in extreme fear. They recognize these people in front of them, and they have executed some of them personally.

These, these are the Archmages who were assassinated by Tosedrin in the past who did not obey him...Now, they are back from the cold tomb... Brought back new power, brought back new Will, brought back the terrible revenge.

And the leaders of these new upper-level elves, Saerin, were the half-mad psychic mages...thrown by Tosedrin in prison and waited to die... Modant Yongying.

"We serve greater power."

Yong Ying's fingers were raised, pointing slightly forward. Behind him, outside the 12 blood-red shadows, the energy filled with blood was like a mist, whistling and closing all the roads leading to the court. In the screams of the guards frightened to the extreme, Yong Ying's blood-red eyes shone with a hint of revenge.

Behind him, those corpses that were reawakened from the dark tombs of the underground city are using this city as a hunting ground, and under the drive of death forces, they revenge to the executioners who have blood on their hands...despite being resurrected There are not many corpses, but under the double pressure of high elves and human allies on the ground and the undead underground, the fragile order of this underground city has long since disappeared.

The "refuge" that the Sindra elf built in nearly a thousand years is completely over.

"Brothers...Tosedrin will die here, the mad king will die in our hands...Sindra will usher in a real dawn..."

"In the name of Dark Blade! The lunatic king... the death penalty!"

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