Azeroth’s Death Track

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When the deer helmet walked into the tent, in addition to the weak human-shaped dragon lying on three beds, there was a young man in a yellow cape, lined with exquisite hunting clothes, with his back to the deer. Helmet and Varian, sitting at the bed of Melinthella, daughter of the Green Dragon, holding the thin Princess Green's hand, whispering something to her.

Varian can clearly see that the eyes of Princess Green Dragon lying on the bed are constantly shed tears.

"you are?"

Varian had never seen this young man, and he was sure that there was no such person in the camp, so his fingers were quietly held on the hilt behind him, but he was stopped by the deer helmet.

Archdruid stepped forward and greeted the young man with his back to them:

"It's been a long time, His Royal Highness Anakros."

"Ok?"

When the young man heard someone calling his name, he turned to look at the deer helmet. Varian noticed that the young man's cloak was dotted with a delicate hourglass gemstone, which radiated a soft light. , And even people have a kind of trance feeling of time confusion.

"Ah, it's a deer helmet."

The young man waved his hand at the deer helmet. His handsome face was covered with a gentle smile. He stood up and walked to the deer helmet, sincerely leaned over the deer helmet, and used a magnetic voice to the deer helmet and the tile Ryan said:

"Thank you, friends, I thought I would never be able to meet my brothers again in my life, but you did a miracle that mortals couldn’t. You not only defeated the God of the Ancients, but also rescued my brothers ."

"This is also because of His generosity."

Deer helmet said decently:

"If it wasn't for the bronze dragon to generously hand over the time fragments to the coalition forces, and to inform us of the activities of the number of worms in the past years, our march will not be so easy, but the physical condition of the three dragons is very optimistic Even if you don’t come today, we will find ways to contact you. The weakness of your friends is not simply due to fatigue. The persecution of the ancient gods on them also affects their thinking."

Archdruid glanced at the extremely weak three-headed dragon on the hospital bed. He said to the bronze dragon prince in front of him:

"You need to take them back to the Temple of Long Sleep and the Dragon Sanctuary to recuperate slowly."

"Well, I have notified the leaders of the other three dragon corps. Soon there will be messengers of all races to bring them back to their holy places."

A touch of emotion flashed through the bronze snake eyes of Prince Bronze Dragon, and he patted the shoulder of the deer helmet:

"Although the major legions are now facing a very cruel situation, if you still need help, deer helmet, old friend, speak up, we will definitely try our best to meet your requirements."

This sounds like a pretty word, but the Deer Helm knows that the dragons will not promise anything easily. If Anacros can say this, it means that an agreement has been reached within the dragon army, he thought for a moment, He no longer conceals the predicament inside the coalition, he said to the bronze dragon prince:

"There is indeed one thing that is thorny. You must have seen the remnants of the ancient gods remaining outside the collapsed Qiraji temple. Although we killed it with the help of the wild **** Agammagan, but Suen’s disability is not something mortal can deal with. In fact, our soldiers can’t even get close to it. Therefore, I want to ask the dragons to burn the body of the evil **** with enough dragon fire until the flesh contains The power of the void is burned clean..."

The deer helmet stopped and said to the bronze dragon prince who listened carefully to him:

"The rest, including the healing of the ancient god’s penetration and damage to the core of the world, will be done by the withers... that’s why we were founded. Cthune’s corruption of Azeroth must be cured. This may be a long process, but we will start to do it now. The Blight will summon all the people of insight who are willing to save the world, but we also need the help of the dragon."

"Well, it makes sense for you to think."

Anakros's expression became serious, and he said to the deer helmet:

"I report this to the Dragon Kings immediately. I believe that your needs will definitely be met. Rest assured, old friends. Finally, thank you again for everything you have done for my brothers and sisters... You will be a bronze dragon friends forever!"

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Just as the coalition forces requested the dragon to burn the battlefield of the Qiraji temple with a dragon fire, in the depths of the already collapsed ground, among the intertwined ruined ruins, some high-level insects who had survived the disasters that had fallen apart Wandering aimlessly in the ruins, losing the guidance of the emperor, the mother insect and the gods, these thinking worms seemed dazed.

They are accustomed to obey orders, they don’t know what to do, so they can only wander in this way, expecting new orders to come...Freedom is not an absolute gift. When a loyal slave learns to love flogging, then only the final death It is the end of evil obligations.

"Om"

A faint mental wave swept across the dark and ruined ruins. The spirit of the same origin came from the same source, causing the tentacles on the head of the dazed higher-order bug to quickly pick up. It looked left and right, like it was Hearing his ears, the insect moved its limbs and crawled towards a dark passage a moment later.

In this fast crawl, the higher-order bugs even had a strange joy.

It doesn't care who sent out this mental fluctuation, it only cares a little... finally the order is given, it doesn't need to worry about the embarrassment of nothing to do.

In the deepest part of the passage, in the darkness, the rustling sound is like the most frightening whimper from the midnight dream back. Look carefully, the darkness overlaps are busy. The worms... there are the lowest-level worker worms, higher-order soldier worms, and even higher-order worms and some cultists wearing black hoods.

Under the command of cultists, the worms quickly excavated the collapsed tunnel. From the end of the dark tunnel, they dig down all the way down, as if to dig to the core of the temple that has collapsed.

As the chief commander of this excavation operation, he was a human who sat on a stone chair... a human dressed in a purple robe, playing with a Qiraji emperor's emblem used to worship the gods, his cheeks were very Thin, full of weird paleness that has not been seen in the sun for a long time, those eyes are sometimes gentle, sometimes angry, sometimes looking forward, sometimes uneasy.

He grabbed his gray hair and watched the worms digging up dirt in the dark. He was thinking about some very important things in his heart.

The Twilight's Hammer cultists hiding in the Qiraji temple have already suffered heavy casualties. Cthune forcibly ordered nearly ten thousand people to use the cult of fratricidal cults to strengthen its power in the sealed temple. This cruel behavior Directly led to the collapse of the uneasy cultists' will. Those who survived have already seen the cruelty and brutality of Cthune. Even the craziest lunatics have begun to consider how to do it before the final battle begins. Escaped.

Fortunately, the chaos of the demigods, the ancient gods, and the great lords caused the entire temple to collapse. The worms were overwhelmed by themselves, and no one came to pay attention to these asylum cultists. He ran out of the temple, mixed between the rapidly evacuating coalition forces, and fled the desperate place.

But more cultists did not have time to run out, they could only curl up under the collapsed temple, waiting for the end to come, and at this time, a guy who had never been followed by others stood up and became Temporary leader of the panicking mice.

Benedict... Bishop Twilight, thrown here by Gujar to wait for the dead proton, he finally found his dream opportunity!

"The strongest ancient god, Yashaji...the legacy of the dark empire, gifts and endless power, the key to the throne of the king of the abyss... where are you?"

Benedictus turned the emblem of Qiraji emperor with a purple pattern in his hand, his eyes narrowed with a purple halo, this guy had long been a believer in Twilight's Hammer The believer leader of Enzos, the demon of the thousand beards, but in the process of spreading the glory of the ancient god, he always seemed to be half-hearted.

When Bishop Twilight used to be Archbishop of the Storm Kingdom, he secretly collected all the texts related to the beliefs of the ancient gods. Among the simple and evil texts, he found a mysterious legend.

It is said that before the birth of civilization, there were four ancient gods in Azeroth, not the current three. Whether it is Cthune, Yogg-Saron, or his faith Enzos, in the dark ages None of them are the most powerful. The most powerful ancient **** is named Yashaji. That is a strong man who has surpassed the power of the world. Even the gods in the stars cannot kill it completely...

The gods of the stars are too vague, so after confirming the authenticity of this legend, Benedictus placed his eyes on this mysterious Yashaji, but the news he found was broken In a few words, he had also hinted at Gujar, but the weird ogre was just not sure about it.

From Gugal's attitude, Benedictas can be sure that Yashaji really exists. The dark power it left behind must be buried somewhere in this world, waiting for future generations to discover.

"But... where is it?"

Benedict made a deep, long sigh, and at the moment when his words fell, a sweaty dwarf cultist ran over, carrying a pickaxe covered with black viscous liquid. The dwarf excitedly said to Bishop Twilight:

"Boss, we have dug! Just in front!"

"okay!"

The Bishop Twilight narrowed his eyes suddenly. He stood up from the chair and followed the dwarf to the deepest part of the cave. Wherever he went, the bugs gave way to this way. This power allowed the cultists who stood on both sides. They were even more in awe. They bowed their heads and dared not say a word, for fear that they would make the leader unhappy, and let these fierce bugs eat them up.

In the deepest part of the cave, in the dark air, a tentacle that spiraled like a snake was half buried in the soil, and it twitched from time to time. There were some senior cultists around this tentacle. Only these long-term contacts with the ancient gods A force madman will not be forced to go crazy when he is so close to Cthune's remnant.

Benedict disregarded the disgusting viscous liquid in the mud, he jumped vigorously out of the pit, looked around, and then stretched out his hands, pressing on Cthune's tentacles.

At the next moment, a chaotic evil and icy force penetrated into Benedict's heart, the ancient **** was equivalent to the gods of Twilight's Hammer cultists, even if it died, its remnant was equivalent to The body of the god, and this bold touch of Benedict is equivalent to talking directly with the body of the god, even if the soul of Cthune has been pulled out of the realm of death, but only those remaining in the body The weak spiritual shock can also easily tear apart the souls of mortals.

"what!"

Benedict was like an electric shock at this moment. He screamed violently, his body swayed wildly, and his handsome face was full of twisted expressions, which scared the cultists around him. A big jump.

In his spirit, he can see some memory fragments that Cthune remains in his body, which is what he wants to find, but the ancient **** has survived for millions of years. It is so vast that Benedicts can always bear the limit. This is a risky move, but any cultist knows the truth.

Wealth... Seeking danger.

Finally, at the moment Benedicts felt his spirits were going to collapse, he saw Cthune's memory of Yashaji.

The towering body, like a dark, misty body...

The black goat-like head, seven eyeballs shining with different light, and the so fierce enough to tear the dragon's claws easily...

The empire ruled by the power of darkness, at the highest point of the savage world, the **** and abscess-like scene of the most ancient **** Yashaji covering the mountains and the sea, and the terrifying alien army under Yashaji ...

He saw the golden color reaching into the world from the sky, the fingers shining with endless thunder, dragging the powerful ancient **** from the ground, the fabulous scene where the whole world was shaken...

He saw a golden iron giant and left Yashaji in the dark heart of this world. The still dark heart was beating into the sealed box, and then buried in a magnificent valley full of golden light. The scene...

Benedict was screaming, calling frantically, the things he longed for were near...

But the next scene made Benedicts feel desperate... He saw the scene where the upper elves opened the well of eternity 10,000 years ago, calling for demons to invade the world, where the dark green light of the world sky Under the halo, a whole body with black and white mane, similar to a bear man, but also like a human creature stood at the top of the golden valley, he looked at it all...

In the end, the half-human and half-bear guy launched a strange magic in a secret place, and integrated himself into the ground under his feet, transformed into a mist that enveloped a quarter of the world, bringing his people and kingdom, and Asian The extremely dark heart was wrapped in the mist, and completely disappeared in the corner of the world.

Benedictas can clearly see that when the night elves detonated the Well of Eternity and caused the world to be torn apart, the continent wrapped in mist was also split into the world's southernmost sea...

"Wow"

All the illusions shattered at this moment, and Benedictus, who was so weak that his body was weak, sat in the disgusting viscous liquid. His eyes were dull and gasping. He was still remembering what he saw before. view.

"A place covered by mist... the South China Sea... big turtles traveling around the world... black and white bearmen, no! pandaren! Misty seas, yes! right there! I should have thought about it!"

Benedict looked at his trembling fingers. He clenched his fingers fiercely. He looked back at the cultists behind him, a flash of fineness flashed in his eyes:

"Clean things up! Take away all the valuable things that can be taken away! Bring those worms that can fight!"

"Let's go to the South China Sea!"

"After that fog...that's another world! New world!"

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