Azeroth’s Death Track

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At the very top of the Karazhan Mage Tower, this is a space that overlaps, the rules of the world are torn, and it leads directly to the chaotic zone of the astral world. This was the starting point between the astral mage Medivh and the stars. After Medivh left the world The area with chaotic rules in the space was put on hold.

When Khadgar managed Karazhan, it was used to conduct various dangerous magic experiments, but now the second big lich Anastalian. The day-to-day person prefers to stay in the inaccessible North Xinjiang Lordaeron. Large-scale laboratories in the city are experimenting, so the upper space of Karazhan has been shelved again, but recently, this unoccupied area welcomed a new owner.

The two "Space and Strategic Research Consultants" of the Dark Blade Legion, with a large research team, took root here to study the portal to the Star Blade for the Dark Blade Army. According to the requirements of the Lord Lord Tyrion, this kind of stars The portal must be able to accurately send a certain army to a certain coordinate in the stars from Azeroth, which can be seen at a glance by the discerning person. This is clearly the starting point of the "Big Universe Conquest Plan".

Considering that it takes many years for the engineering craftsmen of the Dark Blade Legion to develop a spaceship that can fly into the stars, it is not surprising that the lords focus on magical exploration methods of stars, but it is even more curious It was these two consultants who were "hired" by Tyrion. Although they looked like two plain Draenei death knights, one man and one woman, they occasionally communicated in a strange language.

The Sindra space science magicians who are responsible for their fights can easily distinguish...that is the devil's language.

"The 24th test of the Star Portal, countdown...3, 2, 1!"

"boom"

The pure blue arcane energy is drawn from each node of the Karazhan Mage Tower, and under the transportation of six blue energy conduits, it is gathered in a complex, cumbersome to extreme super large portal on the upper level of the Mage Tower. In the phalanx, under the attention of more than 40 Sindra mages, the blue energy continued to extend under the portal frame made of fixed Mithril mixed fine gold, just like an invisible hand outlined in the space. A complex and beautiful energy network.

The micro-energy emitters with well-designed angles are constantly fine-tuned to make the net more and more dense. After nearly 10 seconds of spread, a portal that ripples like a blue water wave appears in In the eyes of the mages, they can see with their naked eyes that behind the energy of the water wave, a beautiful scene of stars is reflected.

"Success!"

A group of Sindra elves who always laughed and said nothing was able to restrain their inner excitement. Several young people even hugged together. The whole laboratory was full of laughter and laughter for a time, however, the portal successfully opened 15 After a second, a shocking blue spark appeared on the portal frame of the steel frame structure, and spread to the entire magic circle in less than 2 seconds, then...

"boom"

A shocking explosion exploded the expensive portal frame together with the teleportation runes on the ground, and the huge energy wave poured back into the laboratory, immediately triggering 17 defensive formations inside the laboratory, rising in layers In the chaotic glint of the broken and broken spell light curtain, the unexpected wizards were smashed by the energy wave, and the sophisticated instruments behind them burst into a more brilliant spark in the turbulent energy.

But this energy wave came and went quickly. In less than 5 seconds, the entire laboratory returned to normal, but the scene was like a village after a natural disaster, flying paper scraps and bad smells everywhere One by one, the masters rubbed their chests or eyes to get up from the ground. Fortunately, the defensive magic circle of the laboratory was strong enough. Except for a hapless egg that hit his head on the experimental table and caused a coma, no one else was seriously affected. s damage.

"Okay, okay!"

The Draenei death knight in the mage's robe clapped his hands and focused everyone's eyes on him. Mr. Malzac, a special adviser of the Dark Blade Legion, pretended to give a slight cough and then said to his helpers:

"Don’t be discouraged, friends, the portal has been successfully opened, which shows that our research ideas are correct. The only thing to do now is to extend it for a long time. I believe this will not stop you...well , Now clean up the laboratory and look at this ghost place, the mess is the same as the garbage dump."

"Forget it, give you a day off today, come here tomorrow morning to continue doing research...don't be late!"

When Mr. Malzac waved his hands, those Sindra researchers quickly left the laboratory. After they all left, another voice sounded in the corner of the laboratory:

"Playing games with these idiots, you seem to be enjoying it, Marzac...you know that there are at least 13 runes used incorrectly in this portal, why not tell them directly?"

Malzac looked back and saw Hasabel who was sitting in a chair and drinking blood wine bored, another leader of this laboratory, the former guardian of the Agus portal was transformed into a German in the world of the dead. The death knight of the Lenny, the evil energy was completely removed from her body, so that she changed from the ambitious demon lord back to a pure Eredar, or in this world, called the Draenei.

In the process of this energy dissipation, it seems that even her inner greed and tyranny have been removed together. The current Hasabel looks like a pure young hoof girl, still very salty and lazy. .

"I can't tell them directly where the error is, my Hasabel, they have to find the error themselves."

Malzac walked to his companion, reached out his hand, and stroked Hasabel's smooth cheek. He whispered:

"This is the request of the Lord Lord, don't care how much money is wasted, or how much time is consumed. The technology of the Stars teleporters must let the magicians of the Dark Edge Legion learn and master themselves from scratch. The knowledge of others is always Others, only what they have learned, are theirs... that big lord is a very intelligent person."

"I think this is meaningless."

Hasabel opened the finger of Malzac trying to reach into her dress, and she gave Malzac a vicious glance:

"Take care of your hands, otherwise I will sue you for harassing me... Federal law protects women, you bastard! Don't use the Legion set here!"

"Alright alright."

Malzac shrugged. While packing up the laboratory research data, he said to Hasabel:

"Do you want to go to the twilight federation's tavern for a drink after get off work? I invite... In addition, I just heard a message today. Do you remember the dreadlord Barnazar who was caught with you?"

"Ok?"

Hasabel raised his head when he heard the news, and then saw a sneering smile on the corner of Malzac's mouth:

"I heard that the idiot escaped..."

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Dreadlord Banazzar is wearing a dirty cloak, which is now transformed into an ordinary human beggar, curled up in the cabin of a merchant ship leading from the wetlands of Menethil Port to Kul Tiras in.

It will divert from the port of Boralus in Kul Tiras, take some smuggling boats, and will travel to the Broken Isles to meet its fellow villains.

This was a good way to hide people's eyes and ears, but the problem is that Barnazar, who is now in a confused state of mind, has no idea how he came to this ship.

It is like a real weak human being, hiding in the dark corner of the cabin, curled up on the wet straw mat, under the cloak, a pair of dark eyes flashed a sensitive and neurotic light, it just Like a frightened beast, any noise that sounds in the dark will attract Banazar's attention.

It's like a nervous patient who is nearly crushed by pressure.

Of course, Ba Nazar's pressure is not only from the chaotic mind, but also the things that are covered in his arms by it.

In the light of the dim oil lamp in the cabin, after confirming that there was no one left or right, Banazal secretly took out the things wrapped in rags in his arms, put them in front of him, and spread them out.

It was two strange stones shining with a faint blue halo, just like some kind of beautiful rhinestones. The Fear Devil reached out and picked up a piece. When his finger touched the stone, there was an extreme pain, like Like acupuncture, it burst out at the tip of its finger, causing a trace of pain to flash over Banazal's pale face, but it did not put the stone down, it placed it in front of his eyes, in the dim light, it You can see the tide of energy floating like a sea tide in the broken stone.

Smell carefully, the broken stone can still smell the sea...

"Tidestone..."

Banazar endured the pain from his fingertips, and he reused the fragments of the tidal stone with the dirty, but very special cloth, and put it in his arms, his dark eyes A flash of weirdness and surprise flashed through it. He hugged his head violently and remembered it madly, but his mind seemed to be cut off a piece of memory, leaving only an unbearable blank.

"Why is this thing in my hands? I clearly remember...I was...I was caught!"

Responding to the last picture in its mind, when it was seen on the battlefield of Azsuna, the Lord of the Dark Blade, Tyrion, subconsciously turned to escape, but the black bat in its incarnation was whistled by those. The terrible Grim Reaper was surrounded, and each one was beheaded and cleaned, and then it was kneeling in front of the lord in extreme pain, and its memory was dark, as if skipping an important memory, etc. When it woke up again, it had already appeared on this **** ship.

In his arms were two fragments of ancient artifacts...

"Why am I forgetting...damn, what am I forgetting?"

Banazar grabbed his hair irritably, as if asking himself and answering himself, and the next second, its sensitive and neurotic expression suddenly became calm, as if another soul had dominated his body, that The soul said in a low voice:

"Fool! You don't remember that humiliating memory, you are trying to make yourself forget it... because it is too painful, too humiliating."

The next moment this voice appeared, Banazzar's expression became panic and nervous again, as if a schizophrenic patient was performing a "double reed".

"You! Who are you! Who is talking? Are you in my soul? Get out! Get out! Have you heard!"

"Don’t be stupid, Barnazal, who am I? Ha ha, am I not the other you? In the crazy time of being tortured and extremely humiliated by the dead, your poor self-esteem can’t stand it. The torture gave birth to "I", I am another you, another poor worm who is suffering for you... Do you want to see what you have experienced in the past? Well! I will let you see!"

Along with this low and indifferent voice, a picture emerged in Banazaar's mind, and the missing memory was quickly filled up.

In those pictures, as the noble fear demon lord, it was tortured by the undead with various terrible punishments, not only torturing the body, but also torturing its soul.

It saw that it was thrown into the **** of thousands of evil spirits, and its soul was ripped apart into a thousand pieces by madness, and it was bridged by those madman undead.

It saw itself bound in magma like Doomsday volcano, biting its body bit by bit by the monsters summoned by the undead. The terrible pain made the current Banazal tremble, as if recalling The ultimate pain.

It also saw that his soul was pulled out of the body, put it in a woman's body, and then sent to the inferior brothels, by those disgusting wild boar people...

"Enough! Enough!"

Banazar screamed and hugged his head. It shook his head frantically, trying to throw those unsightly crazy memories out of his mind, and the calm and indifferent voice also sounded in his mind:

"Do you believe it now? Fragile and poor bastard... such humiliation and torture makes you collapse, ten days and nights, I support your soul not to collapse, it is also my body that controls you to take you away from you Saved from that hell!"

As soon as the words fell, another picture emerged in Banazal's mind. It was a picture of his scarred, dexterous killing of dozens of death lords who guarded the cage and escaped from the dark blade of the base camp. The kind of fierce like wild wolf, crazy like a devil, so that the haggard Barnazar could not help nodding... this is the self in memory, this is the real self.. . A lone hero in a devil! The hero in Nasrezm!

"There are 5 pieces of tidal stone, but unfortunately, we only took back 2 pieces... We need to find a way, Banazzar, another me, we have to come up with a speech, otherwise the group of jealousy Our **** will blunt us with a guilty conviction, expel us from Azeroth, and then take all the credit we have earned for it as our own!"

The voice was chattering in Banazar’s ears, following the instructions:

"We have to protect our secrets. You can't let other people know that you have collapsed, which is too shameful...it will damage your image."

"and many more!"

Barnazar suddenly screamed:

"How do I know if you are real? How do I know if you are the devil-like Tyrion inserted in my soul?"

This question silenced the deep voice. After a while, it said helplessly:

"Poor little cute, the long-term blow has made you unconscious...You are a Nasrezm, a spirit-in-one demon, and the control of the soul is the most powerful in the entire army. Am I another? You, yourself... can't you tell? Can't you just believe yourself?"

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