Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Tyrant" Vihari, who was wounded all over his body and his legs were broken, only wore tight underwear, with a black magic bag on his head, and was caught by two tall, draenei death knights His arms dragged out of the dark temple's cage like a dead dog.

She was struggling subconsciously, but the heavy chain of demon chains on her hands imprisoned her weak evil energy. Now she is not much stronger than a low-level demon, but Haveli is not willing to let it be slaughtered like this, she is crazy Screamed like a beast that was about to be sent to the slaughterhouse, but what she struggled with was a blood whip with a barbed beating.

The green blood dragged a shocking green blood stain behind her, but soon a ghost waiter came and wiped the ground clean... Both the lord and the blood mother like to clean, and no one will hope See these annoying blood stains.

Pain... Pain is nothing to Vihari. When she fell into the hands of the violent orc tribe, she was treated much more fiercely and terrifyingly than this beating, but this time was not the same as before.

If Vihari guessed right, she was going to die... her **** nose even smelled death.

This tall female demon was still a high-level Eredar lord 3 hours ago. Unfortunately, she has become a prisoner of the rank. After surrendering to the Burning Legion, she once thought that she could dominate her own destiny, but the Bi Chi sent her again. Into such a scene of arbitrary slaughter.

"boom"

When Vihari was cranky, she was thrown on the cold floor by the two draenei death knights. She hadn’t waited until Vihari recovered from the pain of the wound. The black demon above her head The pattern bag was taken off, and a slender figure appeared in front of her eyes, but before Vihari could see clearly, her neck was choked by cold fingers, lifted violently from the ground, and thrown again. A steel chair.

"Click, click"

With two soft sounds, the rune lock that bound Haveli's arms was copied behind the chair. The high-level Eredar demon was trapped in this chair in an unstruggling posture.

Only then did she see the figure in front of her.

It should be a woman. She wears a white mask without any decoration on it, and under the mask are a pair of blood-red eyes, and she has a pair of pointed ears, long hair hanging behind her. Wearing a uniform with a dark blade logo and riding boots, and in her hand, she was holding a black whip covered with barbs.

The shadow looked at the high-level demon lord captured by Yrel on the battlefield with an indifferent eye. From the eyes alone, the shadow could tell that the woman was very fierce, not the strong external force, Under this Eredar demon's body, hidden is a real warrior... a tortured warrior.

And the most important thing is...The death lord Yrel knows her!

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

Shadow raised Havili's chin with the blood whip in her hand. She looked at the Eredar demon from a condescending face. Her face was good, but it was a pity that she had been exposed to evil energy for a long time. It was dry, even had an abnormal crack, and there were scars on his face, and it looked like it was left a long time ago.

While the shadow looked at Vihari, the tyrant was looking at the shadow. She stared at the shadow with her eyes blurred by bloodshotness, and a sneering smile flashed on her face.

"Pooh!"

With **** saliva on the uniform of the shadow, this malicious action did not provoke the shadow. When she was trained in the watchman earlier, she was used to the various struggles of the prisoners, but this of Vihari The movement reminded the shadow of the years of studying the interrogation with Ms. Maiev. This unpleasant memory made the shadow's eyes cold.

The black-gloved fingers grabbed Haveli's chin, the shadow leaned down, looking at the bloodshot eyes, the blood whip in her other hand rested on Vihari's broken left leg On the wound, after contacting the blood, the blood whip cultivated by Lin Jing became crazy, and the blood of Vihari was drawn by the plant. What's more, the barb of the blood whip became sharper and straight. Into Vihari's wound, but also continued to penetrate deeper.

"Well!"

The evil energy was sealed, and the pain on the body was fully introduced into Vihari's thinking. The pain caused Vihari's expression to twitch, but still that sentence, as the original era of the world of Delano chaos, was captured by the orcs Captive of the draenei, Vihari had already seen the real hell, and this means of shadow could not make her feel scared at all.

Of course, the original intention of the shadow did not make her feel scared.

"Yrel told me that she had seen you more than once in the Temple of Capola, Vihari, in an era when the orcs and the draenei had not been wicked, you were a high-ranking sergeant who specifically protected the Prophet Velen One... you are not the Eredar who had turned to the Burning Legion in the world of Argus, you are an outright draenei!"

The shadow was in Haveli's ear and said in pure Draenei:

"You are the group of diehards who followed Velen across the endless stars to Draenor. You used to hate the Burning Legion and regarded them as the most hateful enemies, so I am curious, why and what happened, Have you joined the Burning Legion? Have you become the kind of person you hated the most? You hate Velen, right? You can’t wait to kill him..."

"boom"

Vihari's answer to this series of words was a ferocious head, which hit the shadow's ear fiercely, but did not hurt this Sahel.

"Oh, angry and angry?"

The shadow reached out and touched her ears. She lowered her head and wandered around behind Vihari. Like a good sister or even a lover, she gently extended her hand and looped behind the scarred Vihari. She was in Vihari. He whispered in his ear:

"Is it because you said the biggest secret in your heart? You... traitor!"

"I'm not!"

Vihari gritted his teeth, struggling with a hoarse voice:

"I haven't! Velen is a traitor! It's because he...Draenei Talent Association...is so painful! He, Velen, the source of evil!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh really so upon so the middle of the morning did you hide the secret...

The shadow stuck out his bright red tongue, licked it in Vihari's ear, then lowered his voice:

"Unfortunately, I don't care... Do you think I'm here to find your little secret? No, no, silly boy, I'm here to torture you, that's all... maybe you will say, you've seen it before hell..."

One finger of the shadow gently waved, and the wound on Vihari’s sitting leg ripped open at this moment, and the power of Salin evoked the blood in her body as if it was given life, and was drawn from the blood vessel, that A perception that is a hundred times more painful than pressing a wound makes the weak Vihari's body twitch like a shock.

"Hey, don't talk, baby... keep some strength."

The shadow's low voice came into Vihari's ears: "It's still very long tonight...I mean, this is just the beginning, evil energy, it's actually not for you, boy...you're fast There will be another kind of grace."

"Tonight, I’m going to purify all the evil energy in your blood. Tonight, I will turn you back into pure Vihari... but this process will be a little bit, painful... !"

The moment the voice fell, the shadow's left fist was squeezed fiercely, and the wound on the left leg of the poor wicked hoof sister was drawn by a water pump, and the blood with green wicked energy spewed out like a fountain.

Vihari wanted to scream in pain, but at the next moment, a cold finger was placed on her lips, blocking all sounds. She was in the extreme pain, her eyes could see, In front of her, in the blood-red eyes of the shadow, the shining is undisguised... malicious, and with a touch of ridicule, let the little girl play a favorite toy.

Ten seconds later, the shadow straightened up. On her left hand, a mass of blood contaminated by evil energy was changing shape, and on the chair in front of her, Eredar Demon Lord had curled up in a circle because of pain and weakness. , Tyrant Vihari, looked at Agent Darkblade in front of him with a hateful look.

"You...maniac!"

"Crazy?"

Shadow shrugged his shoulders and waved his finger. The blood of evil energy was put into a bucket of extremely compressed holy water. The energy of evil energy and holy light collided and consumed wildly, and the blood became again. Pure.

Shadow looked at Vihari. She reached out and grabbed Harvey's blood-soaked underwear. She whispered:

"I'm not crazy...I'm just giving you a chance, baby, soon, you will fulfill your wish, that biggest wish."

"Tear it"

In the tearing of the clothes, the last occlusion of Vihari's body disappeared, and he appeared in front of the shadow in a naked pose. The shadow took off the gloves, and the power of Sarin wrapped around her fingers, which soon changed It became the vampire's paw. She put it on Vihari's towering chest. She stared at the Eredar demon in front of her. She narrowed her eyes:

"Hold on, this will be a little...painful."

"puff"

Blood splashing

"Am I going to die?"

The piercing of the heart made Vihari's eyes blank, just like the illusion before death. This fantasy did not last long. When the pain of blood drawing came again, Vihari's eyes were black. This completely lost all senses.

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Dreamland, the weird fantasy produced by flesh and blood life, when you dream, you are equivalent to entering another dimension and entering another world. Some people say that it is fake, but some people believe that dreams contain more The secret of depth.

"Uh"

Vihari opened his eyes violently, awakened from the noisy and noisy dream, the instinct of the high-order demon still existed in her body, letting her subconsciously sit up from the bed, but the next moment, a violent burst The headache invaded Vihari, causing her to cover her forehead subconsciously.

However, at the same moment, Vihari discovered her anomaly. She tremblingly placed her arms in front of her eyes. The ugly arms covered with demonic scales in her memory recovered smoothly overnight, like a baby. The skin is as beautiful as jade.

Vihari's other hand stroked blankly up his arm, to his smooth neck, to his high chest, and walked on his nearly perfect body, flat belly, slender thighs... etc. , She, the whole fruit?

This discovery allowed Vihari to instinctively tighten the quilt and cover her body... It is strange to say that during the decades spent in the Burning Legion, she did not have the kind of shame and anger that women should have. In other words, not only the human body is restored, but also the missing emotions after connecting with the evil energy are restored? Or, the soul eroded by evil energy... recovered?

"Snapped"

She splayed her five fingers violently and summoned the fire of evil energy in the way of memory, but this time, evil energy rejected her, or another strange force had filled her new body, but evil energy, violent The evil energy disappeared...

"What... did you do to me!"

A few minutes later, Vihari, wearing a simple nightgown, stood in front of a mirror and looked at the face that belonged to him in the memory, without scars, scales, or evil energy pollution, just a simple hoof girl Face, big eyes, white horns, and flexible tail...like a dream.

But Vihari was afraid of this change. She had been in the Burning Legion for too long. She knew that any gift in this world had a price... and until now, she still did not know that she was for this change. What price did she pay, or what price would she pay for it.

"boom"

The door of the room was pushed open, and Vihari subconsciously touched behind him, trying to grasp his warhammer, but touched an empty space, and the shadow was standing at the door of her room. The new Ereda woman, she threw a black uniform in her hand to her, said calmly:

"Dark Blade Intelligence Agency Level 1 Agent Vihari, put it on! Then follow me."

"Lord Lord sees you! Also... call me sir!"

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