Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Let me go! Let me go! You rude bastards!"

Under the darkness, in a decadent palace not far from the ruins of the city of Nasalas, Mrs. Areser, dressed in gorgeous robes, was grabbing her arm by a heavily armed dark-bladed warrior and dragged out all the way. Outside the collapsed palace.

The power of the dead realm is surging in this ruin. Under the oppression of Tyrion’s will, these noble ghosts surrounded by soldiers who rushed out of the dead realm could not explode... and Facing the palace that had been completely occupied by the Dark Blade, these nobles who belonged to the prince of Farodis ten thousand years ago had to fight.

They can't resist even if they want to resist... The soul-grabbing abilities of the staring death gods in the night sky are deadly to these strange ghosts, and some disobedient guys have been forcibly taken away from their souls, The remaining nobles have been scared silly.

Even if 10,000 years have passed in the curse, their thinking is still the thinking of the upper elves, and their vicious curse can hurt, only Prince Farodis is alone...the old saying, man, What can be hurt is always someone who has goodwill towards himself.

"Elder Elders? Why are you here? We haven't seen you in 10,000 years!"

Mrs. Arese was rudely pushed to the side by the dark-edged soldier. The beautifully dressed lady glared fiercely at the undead soldier with a black helmet behind her. She rubbed her wrists while searching in the crowd. Soon, she found a guy who accidentally appeared here.

"Where have you been for ten thousand years? Do you know how worried we are? You said you just took a step?"

Mrs. Areser looked suspiciously at the elder elf in a robe, slightly embarrassed, and the latter faced Mrs. Areser's questioning and that weird look, he said uncomfortably:

"I don't know what happened, my Mrs. Areser, I just heard a loud impact, and then I was crushed under the collapsed wood. After that, I have been waiting for rescue in the water."

The elder elder, who was soaked in the icy lake for ten thousand years, seemed to be at a loss. He looked around, and muttered softly and asked:

"So, where did the lovely girl who walked with me before?"

The elder’s remarks clearly concealed the well-informed court lady, Mrs. Areser, holding her arms. She said to Elder Ides:

"Don't lie to us, Ades, are you going out and fooling around with that purple-haired goblin maid?"

"What? No!"

The elder hurriedly shook his arm and denied:

"No! Of course not!"

Talking, he looked at Mrs. Areser's disdainful look. The elder elder shrugged somewhat helplessly:

"Well, I went to meet another girl..."

"No talking! Keep quiet!"

A rude voice came from the side, interrupting some of the ghost creatures of the two upper spirit ghosts, and ruining the conversation between the three views. Mrs. Areser and Elder Elders turned back at the same time and saw a rider The high-level death knights of the Skeletal Warhorse looked at them indifferently. The indifferent eyes under the black helmet made the two ghosts with identity feel fear, and they shut their mouths in dismay.

At this moment, the open space surrounded by 30 icy axe guns has been crowded with a lot of "identity" ghosts similar to Mrs. Ares and Elders. These guys are all dumped. The "big men" in the decadent palace are also the rulers who managed the urban order of Nasalas. Now this group of fierce soldiers who have fallen from the sky are holding them here. Obviously, they need to do something.

What worries ghosts even more is that the forces behind these soldiers have the ability to suppress the "curse", which means that the "self-explosive behavior" they used to protect themselves in 10,000 years can no longer protect them. .

"I said, Mrs. Areser, I am still a bit confused about the situation."

Seeing the death knight pull the horse rein and leave, Elder Elders quietly extended his hand, and with a very ambiguous gesture, picked up Mrs. Areser's slender waist. It looked like she was protecting her, in fact The two are talking in a whisper.

"Honey, tell me, what's going on here?"

Elder Eds glanced at the crowd and asked in a low voice:

"Why didn't the **** traitor come? Was he assassinated? That's really great!"

Because of this slightly more Meng Lang's title, Mrs. Areser stared at the elder fiercely. Then she lowered her voice and said to the elder who was not sure about the situation:

"The traitor of Farodis has long disappeared. He disappeared when the demon attacked the court 2 days ago. Maybe he was captured by the demon, maybe killed, but the soldiers are not the same as the demon. Guys, they appeared suddenly, just after nightfall, I was going to take a nap, and they were woken up by them, and their number was almost endless..."

Speaking of which, the court lady patted her chest with fear and said to the elder:

"I also saw the brave Captain Suders against the night watchman, but they were quickly defeated by this eccentric group of undead. They had some way to force our escape... no doubt, This is a group of villains, a group of destroyers who came to destroy Saranas..."

Speaking of this type, Mrs. Ghost suddenly sighed, her attitude of always suspicious and ghosts seemed to return to normal at this moment, but only one word of effort.

"It's okay, it's okay... this cursed city should have been destroyed long ago."

"Uh, I think they don't look like bad guys."

Elder Elders was hesitant, but in the end he told Mrs. Areser what he had just experienced:

"Did you know? My dear Arese, I was rescued by this group of weird undead soldiers. They sent people to the bottom of the lake and rescued me from that wood. On the way back with them, I still I saw the blue dragons that lived in our northern mountains...you know them, right? The old blue dragon that is not easy to mess with..."

"What happened to those dragons?"

Next, an upper-level elf noble holding a hip flask curiously asked:

"Have you been killed by these undead?"

These poor guys have been trapped in Azsuna for 10,000 years, and they have no substantial entertainment at all, so the news brought back by Elder Elders is in their opinion the best gossip news For a time, many people turned their attention to the notoriously elder Elders. The latter was being watched. He coughed a little pretentiously, and then lowered his voice.

"No! I saw with my own eyes, those blue dragons are moving! These undead are helping those blue dragons move... Even the dragon eggs that the blue dragons regard as treasures have been moved out!"

"Oh, Queen Azshara is here."

Another noble lady gave an artificial scream. She covered her mouth with a half fan and whispered to others:

"That group of blue dragons can treasure their dragon eggs. I wanted to visit those dragon eggs last time, but they were rudely driven out by the blue dragons. They were willing to give the dragon eggs to the undead. Oh, those poor Blue Dragon, like us, must have been intimidated by these terrible undead. They are really pitiful."

"It's not..."

Elder Eds said weirdly:

"I saw that the group of blue dragons and the undeads were getting along well. The undeads made a huge stretcher to lift the old but powerful blue dragon leader out of its pool... at least 100, no , 200 undead soldiers carried the stretcher, and I saw some undead riders on the black horse feed the hatchlings who like to play tricks...the hatchlings seem to like them very much."

"That would be worse!"

Mrs. Areser said in a low voice:

"Then prove that the undead and the blue dragon have reached some evil activities, maybe...maybe this is why we were arrested, those blue dragons want to swallow the land of Asuna, they hired the undead to kill... ."

"Oh, lady, your mind is very open..."

Before Mrs. Areser’s words were finished, another voice joined the discussion. At this moment, all the ghosts turned around and saw Luminas Yangzhen standing in the majestic armor, but not in the helmet. In front of them, a black stone was throwing up and down in the hands of the death lord.

Her blood-red gaze swept across the restless upper elves, and shook her head:

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the time for chatting is over..."

A malicious smile appeared on the corner of Luminas' mouth. She lowered her voice deliberately and said:

"It's time to go...you guys."

"Snapped"

The black stone in the hands of the death lord was crushed, and a rift leading to the dead realm was opened in the dark night. The wind of the roaring spirit realm hit all the ghosts' cheeks and hair, making them burst out. Screaming like killing a chicken, and in the chaotic darkness, a small man with golden glitter ran out of it like a gust of wind, and she jumped directly into Luminas' arms, the latter also cooperated Hold her in her arms.

"Sister Lumi, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Another wonderful presence of the Dark Blade Legion, the mysterious light ghost Yuna hugged Luminas’ shoulders, avoiding the tickling fingers of the death lord, she smirked on Luminas’ shoulders and asked curiously :

"Why haven't you seen you come to the hot spring recently?"

"Uh"

Luminas's face collapsed immediately, and she waved her fingers happily:

"I can't go...at least in the past few years...the old warlords forbid me to go to the hot springs in the realm of death, but it doesn't matter, I will find a way to find you secretly."

After that, the Lord of Death in a very bad mood also lost interest in joking with this group of ghosts. She stretched her fingers with black armor forward and shouted:

"Go in! Everyone!"

"Open... what a joke!"

An upper-level elf aristocratic ghost was crying at the thousands of ghosts, sending out a world-like rift like a deep abyss. He screamed:

"This kind of portal is not a good place at first glance. Are we going to enter because we have a bad brain?"

"boom"

The answer to him was a bullet mixed with holy silver, and the ghost body with its head exploded as if it was torn apart at this moment, which caused the remaining ghosts to give out the doom-like tip Xiao, but everyone knows that the guy whose head was blown out will not actually die. Azshara’s curse gave these ghosts the ability to resurrect, and he will soon be “resurrected” in another place, But the pain of a headshot... that is absolutely indispensable.

Luminas put down her pistol still emitting blue smoke. She said indifferently:

"Did I say you can refuse? Now...go in!"

"I only said one last time!"

At the moment when the death lord's voice fell, the surrounding undead soldiers raised their heavy axe guns in unison, and under the threat of the firearms exuding cold light, these unwilling ghosts had to move forward , But the speed is very slow, as if deliberately procrastinating.

"Do you know? The best place for you as ghosts is..."

Luminas pressed the muzzle in her hand against Mrs. Areser's forehead, and her cold voice reached the ears of all ghosts:

"I can torture you again and again until you are obedient! You cowards who only know how to speak bad words, do you want to try it?"

"Wow"

Under this powerful threat, the team moved very fast, and Yuna, sitting on Luminas’ shoulder, was biting a special jerky while watching the movement of Miss Lumi curiously. , She thought her sister Lumi was so handsome!

"But, Sister Lumi, are you really threatening them so much?"

Yuna chewed the dried meat and said vaguely:

"Can't you tell them the truth?"

"Little fool."

Luminas patted Yuna's head and whispered:

"I'm doing good deeds~ I should be prevented from doing bad deeds. Shouldn't good deeds be stopped? As for the truth...When they pass, they will naturally thank me, this is only for the poor Farodis. The 10,000 years of unfair treatment vented... As for the long skirt of the elven aristocrat he sent me, I think I should help him out."

"Wow"

The process of passing through the rift of the dead realm is not easy for pure spirits. It is like throwing the spirits into a frantically rotating washing machine, and then continuously stretching, compressing, and stretching again and again and again. It takes up to tens of seconds before the dizzy ghosts are truly thrown into the ground of the dead realm.

"boom"

Mrs. Areser fell into a shaggy ground, shaking her head, trying to get rid of that terrible dizziness, but at this moment, the poor lady who was trapped in the curse for 10,000 years suddenly I found that my thoughts and soul, which seemed to be rusty, became very clear again, as if it were...as if she were still alive.

The memory of ten thousand years of time kept rolling in her mind. She looked like a bystander watching her become irritable, stupid and vicious in that endless time. She looked at her because of her inner resentment and curse. Power, constantly instigating others to use language to attack Prince Farodis, attacking her loyal prince.

She clearly saw how every night, under the control of malicious thoughts, she planned one after another rumors, she could feel how she stepped into the abyss of evil step by step, and became The kind of poisonous tongue woman I once hated most.

"My God! My god..."

Mrs. Areser, who had recovered her quiet and gentle posture, lay on the ground, holding her cheeks and wept bitterly:

"What have I done... Poor Farodis, God, what have I done..."

A piece of white silk was handed over to Mrs. Areser, and the woman who had been tormented by the soul raised her head and saw her standing next to her, looking at her Prince Farodis with a gentle smile, the warmth as usual The smile left Mrs. Areser a little puzzled, and she didn't realize what was happening until she was held up by the prince.

Mrs. Arese took a step back quickly, she hung her hands and said to her lord in a trembling voice:

"Sorry, His Royal Highness, I...I..."

"Okay, my Mrs. Areser... everything has passed, and the hard times for you and me have passed. Let those embarrassing memories remain in the cursed places."

Prince Farodis reached out and hugged the trembling court lady in his arms. He patted her on the back and whispered:

"We want to look forward, it will be a free future, a beautiful future worthy of our expectations and blessings...a new order, a redemption, redemption for all of us..."

"Are you willing to reshape this new order with me? In the name of the suffering we have suffered..."

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