Azeroth’s Death Track

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Under night, Tyrion looked at the three things in front of him calmly.

A frozen orc head, a cut off ogre head, and a stitched human body.

This is the spoils of the Wildhammer Heights after the war against the cultists. It was sent to Stormwind City by the blood lord of Syndra as the last relic of the Twilight Hammer Church in the eastern mainland.

Just as the High Lord received the loot, tens of thousands of captive cultists were being sent to various parts of the mainland in batches, including mines, city ruins, and some were sent directly to the Sindra elves. In the magical laboratory of Lordaeron, it is used as a test article for observing the changes of the tides of magic energy and the effects on biological signs.

And these captive guys are lucky to some extent. They had better keep a life. In the Twilight Citadel that has been completely burned, tens of thousands of corpses have been contaminated with the shadow The fortress of energy is burned together, and the tower of ashes will still stand on the wilderness of the Wildhammer Heights, as the federal symbol of punishment for evil continues to exist.

And Twilight's Hammer... This most prosperous cult in the eastern continent was also completely defeated overnight, and became an unnoticed record node buried in history.

Tyrion picked up the head of the frozen orc, and he looked at the orc’s eyes in the ice cube, and there was a touch of pre-death fear in those chaotic eyes. The lord could clearly feel that one The soul of howling pain is being confined to this skull. This is probably the special magic effect of the Sindra elves. In short, this comes from the skull of the Twilight's Hammer leader. It may be made into a high-level evil spirit weapon. .

"He said he was a shadow burner."

Tyrion placed the head in his ear and listened for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the human death knight standing in front of the desk. He said softly:

"He is begging me for mercy...I thought the cultists were not afraid of death."

"They are just a bunch of bullies that are bullying and afraid."

Sassarian, who came to Stormwind City as a messenger, said to the high lord:

"We have fulfilled your request, Lord Darkblade, and you should fulfill your promise."

"carry out?"

Tyrion threw the orc's skull on the table playfully. He looked at the remaining two things. He looked at the ogre's head and shook his head:

"You cut off one of Gugal's heads, but he has another head...you let him run!"

"You killed Benedict's body, but he still has a soul...you still let him run!"

"You only brought back the weakest burner...but what's the use of such a weak soul?"

The Lord’s fingers were knocking on the table, and in the low noise, Tyrion’s expression became cold:

"Go back and tell Kurtaz and Dassohan that such mission completion will only let me see your weakness and unbearable! The souls of Gujar and Twilight Prophet are what I want... I want to take Back to the souls of Al and Aznab, I will continue to hunt down Gujar and Benedictus. Next time... next time I will fool me with these shabby things..."

"This!"

Thassarian cannot accept Tyrion's theory. He can't help but step forward. He stares at the Lord Lord:

"This is different from what I said before!"

"boom"

Tyrion's palms were slapped on the table. He stood up, leaned forward, and stared at the Order Knight Death Knight with his ice-blue eyes. He said one by one:

"As I said before, it completely destroyed Twilight's Hammer...but did you do it?"

"The two main leaders have escaped! You have failed shamefully! You have not fulfilled your promise! Traitors! Maybe, I should give you a little "lesson" to let you learn what it means to be up and down!"

Under the heavy pressure of Tyrion, Sassarian could not help but take a step back, his fists clenched tightly, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"But we defeated the cultists of the Wildhammer Heights... Captive tens of thousands of them! We won! We won them!"

"So... that's why you are still alive!"

Tyrion waved his hand, and he said indifferently:

"In the system of Dark Edge, a plan is a plan. When you make a plan, you will be 100% complete. You only completed 50% of the final goal of the plan, so I will only give you 50% "reward"... That is the life of you traitors..."

The Lord’s body leaned back and leaned on his chair. He picked up the tobacco on one side and lit it. When the strange aroma and smoke were scattered, after the smoke, on the hazy face, wipe The cold light flashed away.

"You earn your life, but if you want more, then you have to continue to work hard."

"Go, the preachers' hounds, continue to hunt down your goals for the "world order". If you do well enough, I don't mind giving you two "bones". I have always been generous."

Sassarian wanted to rush up, grabbed Tyrion’s collar, and slapped the shameless lord two times, but he can be sure that as long as he dares to take a step, he does not even need Tyrion to do it. Will be dead on the spot... The strange powers of the blood lords of Sindra I saw that night, he still remembers it.

After struggling for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth, nodded toward Tyrion, and then turned around to leave. At the moment Thassarian walked to the door, Tyrion's voice rang again:

"Your name is...Sassarian, right?"

"I can see from your heart that you are eager to be a good soldier. However, you are not a good soldier now, but I see some potential from you, so as long as you want, the door to the dark blade Open for you."

"I do not need!"

Thassarian threw a word stiffly, then pushed open the door, and quickly disappeared into the midnight garden of Stormwind City. Looking at Thassarian's disappearing back, Tyrion shook his head and his eyes fell. On the head of the ogre Gujar on the ground in front of him, and on the body of Benedict, there is no soul in these two things, just a simple dead object.

Perhaps in the eyes of the psychics, this is a very precious material, but in the view of Tyrion, it is meaningless.

"Om"

The first lord of the Sindra Elf, Modant Yongying's figure came out of the **** shadow. He held a purple ornate box in his hands. Like a gift, he respectfully placed it on Tyrion's. On the table.

"Powerful and benevolent lord, this is the loot that the Sindra elves gave you!"

Tyrion glanced at the respectful Modant. He reached out and opened the box. Among the luxurious velvets in the box, a handful of purple, surrounded by corrupted wings and spikes, exudes strangeness. The breathy one-handed warhammer is placed in it. When the sun shines on the surface of the warhammer outside the window, the light seems to be absorbed by the warhammer. Around the warhammer, there is a circle of dark black halo. See Going up is mysterious.

The shape of this thing is not the popular style of Azeroth or Draenor. When I saw it for the first time, Tyrion subconsciously thought of the blade of the dark empire held by Archbishop Chaldeans.

There should be some connection between the two weapons, and most importantly, the warhammer in front of him is just empty, and Tyrion’s finger touches the cold handle of the warhammer. He can feel that the warhammer The efficiency of energy transmission is very amazing, but unfortunately, it has not been injected with the most important essence of power.

But its material and forging technique are indisputable, this is a mold embryo that may become a legendary weapon.

"We found this weapon in the altar of flames in the deepest part of the Twilight Citadel. It is said that this is the leader of the Twilight's Hammer. Ogre Gujar used the metal collected in the abyss to create a weapon for himself. He It was originally intended to be used to carry the power of Evil God, but before he had acted, he and his followers were defeated by your power."

Before becoming Saerin, Modant Yongying was a scholar in the Sindra elves. He has been studying magical creations since the time of the elven empire. His understanding of these strange things is very profound. At this time, This Sindra's Salin is introducing the original embryo of the seized legendary weapon to the lord.

"Gugal called it "The Twilight's Hammer", and the crazy ogre thought that this weapon would bring the end of the world to this world... but that was obviously just a crazy speculation, but this does not mean that The weakness of the weapon, in fact, as long as it is used properly, it can still become an amazing power..."

"Do not."

Tyrion interrupted Modant's narrative. He put the Warhammer back into the box and then pushed the box back to Yongying. He said:

"The Sindra Elves are already officially recognized as members of civilization by the Federation. Your actions are dominated by the Federation. It has nothing to do with Dark Blade. Everything you seize should belong to you, not me... This is not my glory, eternal shadow. This is the glory of you and your people. You earned it with both hands."

"I, can't accept this gift."

Lord Lord reached out and patted Sindra's Blood Lord's shoulder. He said:

"And my subordinates took the holy sword Quel'Cera, which you have passed down from generation to generation. The original embryo of this weapon should be the compensation I gave you. You can keep it or remake it into the weapon form you need. .. Of course, if I can, I hope to use the Sindra elf's excellent skills in magical creation to order a special weapon for one of my..."friends."

"A magic wand that can be driven by any energy, the shape cannot be too big, you can think of it as a gift I gave to the child, but I require that its power must reach the standard, and it is best to achieve energy conversion... The emitted energy is solidified into Holy Light or Arcane, plus several exorcism spell seals. I know this requires a bit more, but, can you do it?"

Modant Yongying looked at the back of the high lord. After a few seconds, he put away the wooden box on the table, and then Shen Sheng said:

"Of course... I and my people will come up with works that satisfy you."

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"Wow, wow"

The sound of the sea water beating the hull, through the thick hull, passed to the merchant ship that was constantly shaking in the storm. In the dark cabin, the messy goods piled together gave off a very unpleasant smell, These wooden boxes are cluttered together, like a complex maze in a small cabin.

At the end of the shaking shadows of the stacked boxes, on a pile of broken mats, a huge figure was lying in the shadow, as if he were dead, but occasionally came out due to the twitching of the grim wound on the neck The purple blood proves that this guy is still alive, but only very weak and painful.

This is Gujar, the leader of the Twilight's Hammer, a wise and mad two-headed ogre wizard, a master who plays with the dangerous void power, a guy who escapes from the lucky death under the heavy soldiers.

His two iconic heads now only have the right head, that is, "Ancient", the left head representing "Gal" consciousness has disappeared, and on the neck, in the **** wound, a bulge The sarcoma of the sac is expanding slightly in his breath, and it looks as if a new organ of some kind is fierce.

In the siege of 2 death lords, more than 200 high-level knights and 13 blood lords, Gujar can escape a life and has proved his strength. Although he now looks embarrassed, but for believers who believe in the ancient **** In other words, the regeneration of flesh and blood is simply a "blessing" that only requires more than ten days of cultivation, and Gugal's head will be restored after being cut off.

However, after the Twilight Hammer of the Eastern Continent was completely destroyed, Gujar was facing a terrible dilemma... The strong control of the federal civilization on the bottom of the society has already represented the failure of the Twilight Hammer’s development in the Eastern Continent. He must shift his position.

Go to Kalimdor... there should be enough believers waiting for him to discover.

But at this time, there was a faint murmur in Gujar's soul, which seemed to be another soul completely incompatible with this body, as if it were temporarily "inhabited" here.

"Gugar, where are you taking me?"

The weak soul asked, and Gujar, who was tortured by physical pain, responded impatiently:

"Shut up, Benedict... put away your careful thoughts, we failed, but it doesn't matter, we have got what we need..."

Losing another head, Gujar’s voice is no longer accented, which makes the ogre feel very uncomfortable, so he doesn’t want to talk now, he said badly:

"I will take you to the holy city of Twilight's Hammer... Those we have been planning, this failure has proved that a solid civilized world is not what we need, only war can bring chaos, and only Chaos is the soil where we grow."

"Order, yuck! What a disgusting word."

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