Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Biu!"

Yuna, who was sitting on Tyrion’s shoulder, held her little bear and waved her other hand. The red wand in her hand crossed a perfect arc in the air, and the blue arcane starlight flew from the top of the wand. It smashed precisely on the head of a dementor who probed the brain in the dark, startled the latter, and the monster covered with black oil-like slime turned into the deep darkness.

In Tyraon's eyes, the darkness in front of him was rippling like a small stone thrown into the pond.

"It's strange...they are not afraid of the sword in my hand, even if I can cut off their heads."

The lord put the apocalyptic magic sword wrapped in black flames on the ground, and turned his head to look at the small ghost who was proud:

"But they are afraid that they won't hurt their wands at all. To be precise, they are afraid of you, why?"

"Because Yuna is so powerful!"

The little ghost grabbed Tyrion's helmet and shook his wand proudly:

"Because Yuna's wand can shoot stars, bad guys hate stars!"

"Is it really that simple?"

Tyrion shook his head, but he didn’t believe in the childish statement of Yuna. This little ghost is special in this unowned wilderness. There is no doubt that the two have explored this wilderness together up to 49 times. In the past few months, the Lord Lord has done almost nothing else and has been spending his energy on exploring the realm of death. So far, the process of assimilation between him and the realm of death has been completed.

The huge death energy like the endless sea, the body and brute force strengthened by the blood of the dragon king, and even the blood-sucking power unique to the talent of Sarin, all of which belong to the original power of the Dark Blade Lord, all in this world When he was stripped, he was here, just like an ordinary high elf, he would have backache and backache after a long wave of apocalypse, and even more terrible, the time he could stay in this place was limited.

As explained by the leader of the Valkyrie Anhald... the power of this world is unavailable in the realm of the dead, because this is another world, and there are completely different rules from this world.

But... There is still another power in Terion's body.

Soul, a strong and unyielding soul has another form in this world-the black soul flame, pure soul power is easier to manipulate in this world, and it is powerful, which makes the physical quality weakened. When the lord is exploring the world of the dead, he will not be rubbed on the ground by the dementors everywhere.

In fact, in these recent adventures, after adapting to the new rules, he has been able to confront the dark creatures everywhere. He is still the same old one, with a long sword waving and his head falling...but this is still a process, Lord Lord knows very well that he still has a long way to go before the secrets of this world. So far, he still lacks an important thing.

The same thing that can communicate directly with this world... The "crown" in Yuna's mouth is still unclear to the meaning of the crown today. He can only blindly follow the small ghost and use double Measure this huge area of ​​the dead world wilderness, slash more dementors, release the souls of those monsters, and then spawn more "undeads" in the present world of the eastern continent.

It's like some kind of mysterious "cycle".

"what!"

Between the two of them talking, a slight wave came from behind, causing Lord Lord and Yuna to turn their heads at the same time, Tyrion saw the dark rippling behind, and Yuna grabbed the Lord’s helmet, in He stood up on his shoulders, like a little monkey, covering his eyes with his hands, as if looking at something.

"Tirion! A wild boar!"

Yuna screamed with joy:

"I saw a wild boar, God! It's huge, just like a hill, it's crossing a crack... It's entering your world! It's seeing me! It's yelling at me! God, Really fierce... really ugly!"

"Oh, really?"

Lord Lord can’t see the scenery behind the darkness, but from Yuna’s description, he can probably guess what is happening in this world. He puts the black sword with a black flame on his palm, and lets the cold wind of the dead world blow. He became fresh again with long hair, he said softly:

"It seems that the wither started to act... the wild boar you saw, it's called Agammagan...the **** of brute force, earth and thorns."

"Ten million years later, the mysterious and powerful wild demigods... return to this world again."

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Wild Demigod, this is the giant beast walking on the primitive earth in the wild times of Azeroth.

Most of them had contact with the guardians of the Titans who stayed in this world. They are essentially beasts, but after infiltrating the power of Titans, they broke through the shackles of the beast’s life and got the Protoss’s Recognition and blessings translate into another ultimate manifestation of power.

The power of life, one of the six basic forces in the stars, its ultimate manifestation in Azeroth, is these wild gods who use the essence of life as a carrier... they maintain the form of the beast, but their inner Being completely changed, the soul and body are unified in a mysterious form, as long as the soul does not die, then the body will survive forever.

Does it sound familiar?

That's right...this is also the state of Tyrion in this world. In other words, the Lord of the Dark Blade itself can also be regarded as a special wild god.

Observers should not forget that when Tyrion put the seed of life into the Sunwell of Quel'Thalas, the seed of life began its own first with the help of the huge magic that the sunwell has accumulated for thousands of years. The second "growth", which catalyzed the entire Quel'Thalas forest, unconsciously, gave those trees the ultimate life.

And at the end of the growth, the seed of life blossomed and donated its fruit to Tyrion... The lord absorbs the fruit, and then sends the core of the original form to the withers. This is an agreement between him and the Seed of Life.

And the fruit that condensed the initial energy of the life, gave Tyrion’s dead body almost endless vitality, as long as Tyrion’s soul is still there, his body will not be annihilated at this time... and These wild gods of 10,000 years ago are almost identical.

However, after all, the wild gods are the ultimate manifestation of the power of life... their life forms are more advanced than Tyrion, and death is a non-existent concept for the wild gods. In the ancient war, many wild gods died in the brutal war with the Burning Legion, but their souls are still living in the Emerald Dream, as long as there is enough life energy outside, they can reshape their bodies.

However, due to various problems, the Druids have not really resurrected even a wild demigod in the past 10,000 years. Now, this sacred mission that should belong to the Cenarion Circle has been replaced by another An organization took it.

At this moment, the entire emerald dream was swaying. This special world was shaken by the awakening of a sleeping wilderness demigod. Those Druids who practiced in the emerald dream were awakened, and they even brought the emerald dream manager, The powerful Green Dragon Queen, Ysera the Wake-up, opened her eyes on her tower.

Ysera turned her gaze to a corner of the Emerald Dream, and she saw...Agammagan, the wild boar demigod who died ten thousand years ago, the powerful soul that had been sleeping was fully awake, and in a Under the leadership of the familiar figure, step by step toward the intersection of dream and reality.

It is about to be resurrected...to achieve the return of the demigod in this world...

The soul of Agamamagan is huge. The huge body shining with emerald light is nearly 10 meters high. It is an ordinary wild boar, but it has been enlarged a dozen times. It is full of strong and shapely muscles. In addition to the rough skin, there is a scar, which is a memorial left by the wild boar demigods in the past wars, and besides its soul body, there are huge thorns like armor.

The gorgeous flame-like mane was swaying in the air of the Emerald Dream. Every step of this behemoth that had been sleeping for tens of thousands of years would make the ground of the Emerald Dream shake. The roaring wild boar demigod also seemed to feel it. In his coming new life, it keeps roaring cheerfully, and every step forward, in this dream world, beautiful leaves and flowers are scattered in the place where it walks.

Druids watched this unimaginable scene in their dreams, whether they were old or young, even those veterans who had experienced the battle of the ancients, had never really seen a wilderness resurrected. The scene, and what surprised them even more, is that the unique lamp holder is like a soul-leading person, guiding the soul of Agammagan to the dreamwalker of this world...

Many people, no, everyone knows him!

It was Fandral Deer Helmet, who had just left the Archdruid of the Cenarion Circle a few days ago.

"Follow me...Follow me..."

The deer helmet wore a dark green hood, which covered his body. He held a soul-drawing lamp made of vines of life, and in his other hand he held a simple wattle cane. There seemed to be a light draped over him. When he took a step forward, the corner of the long hood spread back, adding an indescribable mystery to his tall figure.

"Agamamagan, come with me...the powerful demigod, calling you in this world...don't stay, don't stay...No matter how beautiful the dream is, there are moments to wake up...don't stay... Follow me..."

His low chanting sound made the surrounding druids feel a burst of pressure. Those who want to stop him just took their steps and will be pushed back to their position by a breeze, so the druid I looked up and they could see that in the sky of the Emerald Dream, the crow demigod An Su, who represents the wings, storm and sky, was floating silently in the sky, watching the scene of the resurrection of the demigod.

Ansu seems to be very interested in it...it does not allow anyone to destroy the ongoing ceremony of the deer helmet.

"Uh"

The green light was shining, and before the dispersal of the power of nature, the figures of several big druids, led by Malfurion, appeared in front of the deer helmet and Agammagan, and they got it in the first event. The deer helmet awakened the news of the demigod’s soul, but today’s emerald dream seems to be influenced by another force, and the process of entering it becomes very obscure. It took a long time for Malfurion and the Druids to realize Infiltrated himself into this emerald dream as a dream walker.

"Fandal! Stop!"

Malfurion stepped forward, he raised his arm, his slightly weird black feather wings fluttered, and an angry and disappointed look appeared on the green druid face of the big druid. Shouted to:

"Deer helmet! I said, stop!"

Under his scolding, the deer helmet holding the soul-drawing lamp stopped at the same place. He raised his head, and under his hood, his eyes shone with a stubbornness. This former apprentice confronted his mentor. In the gaze of thousands of Druids, Malfurion said loudly:

"I don’t know why you awaken Agamaggan, but the deer helmet, you can’t resurrect the demigod. Without the support of the life tree Nordrassil’s life energy, you simply don’t have enough power to complete the demigod’s return. Ritual...your adventure will only seriously hurt Agamamagan's soul, give up, deer helmet...I know you are disappointed, you are angry, but this behavior...you should not do this A reckless act!"

"Ha ha."

Regarding Malfurion's persuasion, the deer helmet only made a meaningless sneer. He said in a hoarse voice:

"Nodal Hill means everything to you, but it is not everything!"

"Moderate nature is only one side of the way of nature, and now, I have seen the other side of nature, it has more power than Nordrassil gives you... yield, Malfurion, The principle of the world you insist on will be broken today. Do you think I can’t do it?"

"Then open your eyes wide and take a good look!"

"The fools who sit in the sky and watch the sky... Me and my companions just picked up the sacred mission abandoned by you, nothing more..."

After speaking, the deer helmet raised the soul-drawing lamp in his hand. He shouted loudly:

"Did you see it? The powerful Agamamagan, these druids, these druids who are saying to preserve the way of nature, are preventing me from resurrecting the demigods... they are not willing to perform themselves Once the oath, they have become a group of...decaying monsters!"

"The power of life is right in front of you, and you can feel... Come with me! In the name of the wither, in the name of the cycle of life and death... I declare, Agamamagan, the great desolation of the wilderness, your return , Just today!"

Fandral Deer Helm lifted the Soul Lantern in his hand, and the wild power from the Seed of Life followed the corner of the emerald dream of Drustvar, traversing this illusory world like a bright light. , As the sunlight descends from the sky, the huge and suffocating green light, the beam of life filled with life energy almost the same as the world tree envelopes the deer helmet and the demigod spirit behind him.

At this moment, the awakened Ysera's huge body appeared outside the beam of light in a dream-breaking posture. The Queen of Green Dragon seemed to feel something was wrong, she wanted to stop the ritual, but at the moment she appeared, she was suspended in the sky Ansu, the crow demigod, made an angry roar, and the flying black feathers formed a tyrannical storm, blocking the power of the Green Dragon Queen from the beam of light.

"This should be the future of Rukma, I saw...I don't allow you to stop it!"

In the scream of Ansu, the waves of the green light curtain are getting bigger and bigger. The dissipation of the wild life energy makes the surrounding druids close their eyes, like the moment when the sun shines to the extreme In the shocking shock, this dream is completely broken.

At the next moment, within the cave of the Razor Heights, the deer helmet of the dream suddenly opened his eyes. Behind him, the big druids of the wither raised their heads together, and in front of them, the closed stone cave crashed, The unmatched green light enveloped the entire razor heights, just like the green sun under the sunlight, and the light made the humans far away in the flash plain clear.

At the moment when the light was slightly condensed, there was a loud roar belonging to the demigod, and at this moment the entire Kalimdor was resounded.

It proclaimed that... the wild gods of ten thousand years ago, today, officially returned...

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