Azeroth’s Death Track

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The hand-made holy silver bullet was pressed into the barrel of the gun, embedded in the firing port under the action of the spring, and then the internal gunpowder burst out of the internal gunpowder between the hits. The rifle of the tube spun quickly, and finally, between the flashes of fire, it burst out of the muzzle like a sharp arrow shot.

It will bring the user's unabashed maliciousness and smash anything that is in front of him...whether it is flesh or monster.

"boom"

The dementor that roared down from the sky had not yet made a complete roar. Its ugly little half of its head was completely lifted by the holy silver bullet. This strange substance extracted from mitral silver has extreme positive energy. Under the blessing of kinetic energy, the dementors engulfed by negative energy are simply cruel killers.

The dementor's twitching body fell from the sky, like a prelude to another siege.

Tyrion held his gun in two hands and separated the sides. In his field of vision of less than 20 meters, there were mad howling dementors howling out. The scene was hardly reminiscent of zombies coming out of the cage.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Very rhythmic gunshots sounded in this dark wilderness, successive dementors were torn apart by holy silver bullets, and the wounds on the black body that were opened by holes continued even after they "dead" Corrosion, but until now, Tyrion has not been able to determine whether he actually killed even a dementor.

He has carefully observed that after these guys were crushed, their sticky bodies, which seemed to be covered with oil, would quickly "evaporate", just like an energy conversion process, these were killed The Dementors seem to return to a corner of this world, and then rebirth continuously.

In short, in the ascension of the pungent gunpowder smoke, the dementors on both sides were repelled by the rapid fire pistol, but the dementors pounced from the front and back made Tyrion unable to shoot calmly. In the strange rush, he turned his body between the hairs and passed through the middle of the two dementors, then dropped his hands and pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang"

There were two more torn bodies at his feet, but soon, the two guns in Tyrion's hands disappeared between his fingers, and three bottles filled with holy flame oil were thrown out by the lord and smashed around the surrounding On the ground, the dementors approaching on all sides were lit, and between the rising flames, and the screams of the dementors, the magical light of Tyrion’s ring shining, replaced by Tyrion Black heavy machine gun held in both hands.

Much like the kind of "grinder" Heisuo sold to Tauren, but there was no shaking handle, replaced by black spar embedded in the back of the machine gun, the big lord held the back handle of the machine gun in one hand, and the top of the machine gun in one hand Between the shining red buttons, the six barrels on the front of this heavy weapon began to rotate rapidly.

The Lord Lord stood there, looking at the paws of the dementor less than 1 meter away from him. It seemed that at the next moment, he would be torn apart by this paw. However, in his ice-blue eyes, There is no idea to dodge backwards.

And the dementor was about to succeed, and it made a roar with chaos and joy, ignoring the steel barrel that had touched its body.

Looking at the Dementor, the Lord Lord smiled slightly, and he said softly:

"I don't like people being so close to me...thanks."

"Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang"

The roaring sound of the low tearing cloth and the red light spot like lightning and thunder pierced the darkness of the outer cruising. The dementor who could almost succeed was cut by the sickle-like light blade. It became a fragment in the true sense, and even the companions behind it were completely wiped out in less than 2 seconds.

Tyrion turned around. He looked at the dementors who were completely smashed in the limit of firepower. There was no mercy in his eyes. The slaughter lasted less than 10 seconds. The dementors rushed from all directions. The monsters turned into disgusting dark fragments.

"Click"

With a crunch, the cannon, which was emitting hot smoke, stopped and was thrown back into the storage ring by Tyrion.

This stuff is very heavy. For Tyrion who has lost his powerful power, the vibration and the power needed to hold it with this thing will make him quickly enter a tired state. In this strange world, he except the soul In addition, it is completely an ordinary high elf, in terms of his slender figure, this thing is not suitable for him.

So unless it is an emergency, he will not use this thing.

"Click"

The empty magazine was thrown on the ground. Tyrion took a new pistol magazine from his belt and loaded it into a rapid-fire pistol. He looked around and walked past the burning torch. In the black body, he found a dementor whose legs were broken and unable to move.

"What a lucky guy..."

Lord Lord looked down at the struggling monster on the ground. He raised his arm slightly and pointed the muzzle at the guy. His finger was on the trigger. At this moment, the dementor seemed to Feeling the end of his death, his slender and weird hands propped on the ground, turned around in an extremely weird, creepy gesture, and pointed his unclear face at Tyrion.

It screamed...

Not fear, not meaningless intimidation, the Lord Lord understood...or he felt a trace of anger from this lucky man.

A weird but real thing...anger.

"If you are smart enough, then you should know that at this time, you ask for forgiveness!"

The Lord Lord shrugged and pulled the trigger indifferently. After a muffled sound, the entire wasteland became quiet.

The entire mind of the dementor in front of him was opened, and the death was terrible, but the strange anger remained in Tyrion's heart, making him a little puzzled.

Before his death, he was an elite ranger and the best hunter among the high elves. When he was young, he also hunted those rare and dangerous beasts in Yongge Forest with Aurelia as training subject.

He has seen the beast’s dying posture countless times, or the crazy counterattack, or the trembling of fear, or calmly waiting for the death to come, maybe they look angry, but most of the time, it is just the fear after being injured The anger caused is not pure emotion, it is a psychological state triggered by physiology.

In fact, Tyrion rarely sees pure anger, but he looks at the dementor's body in front of him, and he feels that its anger is not killed because of injury or because of a companion The dead and wounded rabbit is dead and sad, the anger is different from all the emotions that Tyrion has seen.

"Being hurt, irritated, or venting all things wrong, but anger cannot be set out of the day, it must be injected from the beginning... Why do your creators give you such complex emotions, soul predators are not You need these emotions, and you live on the emotions of other souls. Or, this is actually hatred, which is caused by enthusiasm, and hatred leads to the same anger and destruction."

The lord squatted in front of the dementor's body. He looked at the ugly body and he narrowed his eyes:

"So, what do you really want from us? Is it just pure emotional residue?"

Tyrion recalls all his experiences in the realm of death in this dark wasteland. He has dealt with Dementors countless times, but he has never thought about the source of this strange monster like today. .

Perhaps it was Wagria Agatha who belonged to him, and some statements of the little ghost Yuna misled him and made him ignore these "scavengers" and "looters" born naturally in the dead realm from the beginning. The Lord Lord suddenly realized that he had ignored the existence of Dementors in all his previous speculations about the "Crown".

But in this wilderness where no one ruled, except him and Yuna, there was only dementors here.

Their combat power is so weak, they can't be the opponents of him and Yuna assimilated by the realm of death, right! They also feared Yuna’s wand shooting, although the stars in that silly kid’s wand wouldn’t hurt them at all...this must be for a reason!

The Lord Lord sat cross-legged in the wasteland, and he realized that he probably had to solve the "crown" riddle that had existed since he met Yuna.

Suddenly he thought of the first time he and Yuna entered the realm of death, Yuna ran into the darkness to find Nur, when he faced a large number of dementors, the behavior of those dementors. ..

Yes!

Tyrion’s eyes became deeper, and those dementors could hurt him, but they didn’t. They just kept crossing his body with his strange spirit between entity and illusion.. .

At that time, both he and Yuna thought it was a dementor's attack method, but now there are too many dementors dead in his hands, and the Lord Lord has figured out that these dementors' attack methods are definitely not single. In other words, the passing of that spirit is not a vicious attack.

Maybe... maybe their original intention was not to attack, they just wanted something, something important from him, the soul? Or emotion? Or maybe something more obscure but real?

Tyrion looked back at the fragments of the dementors that gradually dissipated on the ground of the dead world. He suddenly remembered that he was always wearing his head during the period when he was once called the "Dark Blade King". The crown of the black iron ring, the crown of ice made by yourself.

The crown is a symbol of identity and power, a symbol of the master of a country, and a symbol of having everything.

Tyrion’s fingers were moving. He looked at the rapid-fire pistol in his hand. He murmured:

"Unowned third hell, manager... promotion and continuation of death, Hella, Bang Sandi, ruler... crown! Yes! crown!"

"I came here to pursue management and **** of this land without land. I need that kind of power. I need that crown... But after wearing the crown, I will become the lord of this land, this land. Everything is under my control, these dementors..."

The Lord Lord took a deep breath, and he understood the meaning of this riddle, or rather, the challenge...the “trial” given to him by the realm of death.

"A qualified ruler should be respected by the people, not a tyrant who kills the people indiscriminately. Power represents responsibility and mission, and the crown represents leadership and protection. It was wrong... from the beginning. , Slaughter and occupation are the actions of the looters. If you want to get the crown, if you want to get the crown, you need to...accept it!"

"Accept all this...be part of them, no no no! Not assimilation... but reinvention..."

"Om"

A probe dementor stared at Tyrion’s back from the sky. It landed silently on the ground, posing an offensive posture. The lord also turned back at this moment, but this time, he did not lift Raise the pistol in his hand.

"Is this what you want me to do?"

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight..."

He glanced at the pistol in his hand, shook his head, and threw it on the ground...

The king does not need this kind of weapon. The king's weapon is more powerful... Those who always follow the shadow of the king are his real weapon and his real strength.

The rulers of the realm of the dead will not need the powers of this world, because those powers do not belong to this world...it cannot be assimilated by the rules of the realm of the dead.

This world wiped out all the power of Tyrion in reality, it gave him new power, waiting for him to discover, only the power of the dead world, the power of death...the true essence! The so-called one of the six basic forces of the stars, death... death is not ugly, death also has its own rules and order.

Tyrion doesn't understand yet, but it doesn't matter...he will understand soon.

"Wang's power will always be by his side..."

Lord Lord stepped forward. He looked at the ugly dementor in front of him. He tilted his head. After a few breaths and thoughts, he raised his hand towards the dementor. This action showed the man The Dementor was startled.

Tyrion looked at it. He felt a daze and confusion from the movement of the dementor. The Lord closed his eyes and stretched his finger towards the monster bred in the dark. The strange creature shaped, his future...children.

At the moment when the black and white fingers touched, at the moment when the cold, gloomy, frozen darkness extended on his fingers, he said softly:

"Come!"

"Follow me."

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