Azeroth’s Death Track

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Poor Ysera is miserable now.

In the collision of the two huge forces just now, even if Nessario converged his strength, the remaining ones still caused terrible damage to Ysera's body. This 150-meter-long behemoth fell into the ground from a height , An unimaginable huge crack was smashed into the ground of the Dragonbone Wilderness, its area would not be smaller than Stormwind City... fully embodies the terrible destructive power of these legendary creatures.

Looking at the twisted posture of the Green Dragon Queen falling into the earth, her tail bones and three claws have been broken, and this is only the smallest injury to her body, and it is a fall with a burning breath in Ysela In the snow hundreds of meters away from the pit, there was a wings that Ysera was torn off. The green dragon blood went through this wild snow field three times. The battle between the two dragon kings made all the people on this earth. Life fled in haste.

Tyrion glanced back at Ysera, who was lying in the magma of evil energy, and the Queen of Green Dragon had fallen into a coma with severe injuries, but the power from the dream was still repairing her body little by little. After all, this is the genuine guardian who received the power of Titan tens of thousands of years ago. Don’t look at her so badly beaten by Nesario. Maybe it will not take a few days, and her injury will be completely restored.

Of course, the bridging of the torn wings may take longer...but Ysera’s defeat is so easy, it does not mean that Ysera is not strong enough. The battle on this side can only be said that Ysera chose Wrong opponent, and the battlefield is not in her home emerald dream, if there, Nesario will certainly not win so easily.

However, the battle between Nesario and Ysera has ended. The next time, I will give it to two old friends who haven't seen for a long time.

Maybe, they will want to... talk about heart?

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"I saw your dragon form just now."

Tyrion waved his finger to make the disgusting snow around him thinner. He looked at Nesario who didn't speak before him, and he whispered:

"Cool and cool new appearance, it looks like special effects are added, in fact, I doubt whether you found a weird recharge window in Argus, and then throw some gems or something in it... New skin, um, maybe a new talent.

"Your crazy words are really not funny at all!"

Nesario responded coldly:

"Maybe I also let you experience the "good" life in Argus, you shouldn't think that I have forgotten what you did in Draenor?"

"No, no! Actually, I have been busy since I was separated from you last time."

Tyrion shook his head with a smile. He pointed to his head and looked at the hostile war dragon in front of him:

"I remember all the things I did to you and your family members. You see, I broke your body and threw you into the twisted void, and then I went back to Azeroth and put The Black Dragon in Blackrock Mountain was killed cleanly, oh, yes... you may not know, to twist your heir into a brainless frost dragon and serve me... that was a very, very painful process !"

The lord opened his hands as if talking to an old friend:

"Remember Nefarian? It's your son. In my opinion, it's the one most like you. What's the name of its dragon family? Victor Nefarios? What a mouthful... After I killed it, I drained its dragon blood, gave it a new power, and gave it a new name. I called it...Frost Cold Wings! The name is nice, and it’s easy to say. right?"

Tyrion glanced at the gloomy Nesario, and he said again:

"And your daughter, the lovely, beautiful, beautiful Onyxia... do you know what I did to her? That cute silly little girl might not yet know, I am in her spirit Something "fun" is left...as long as I am like this!"

"Snapped"

The Lord Lord snapped his fingers in the snow. He looked at the Dragon of War with a strange smile:

"With just a snap of fingers, my niece Onyxia will become even more...beautiful! Actually, I always feel that your nickname "Wings of Death" is a bit worthy of the name, and I always want to cultivate one by myself The real "wing of death", so I chose your daughter, my lovely niece Onyxia, she is really suitable, isn't it?"

"You... haven't said enough!!!"

"boom"

The Lord’s words seemed to anger Nesario finally. He roared and took a step forward. His left hand clasped into a paw and waved forward fiercely. The green evil energy gathered in madness was as substantial as the paw’s waving. The magma gathered like flames, forming a 30-meter-long dragon claw in the blink of an eye, as if the magma dragon claw that was about to burn out the sky. The lifelike claw was slammed into Tyrion's head and seemed to blow him. Buried on this snowfield.

Between the depression of the dragon's claws, the snow-covered ground melted madly between Nesario and Tyrion, and a stream of high-temperature steam escaped on the ground.

"Wow"

With a loud noise, the Dragon War was bound to be easily blocked with a sure blow.

The cold wind blew away the steam that blocked the battlefield at this moment, and accompanied by the cold wind, the cold and fast re-frozen the earth. When seeing the existence under the dragon claw, Nasario’s His eyes tightened.

Appearing in front of him was a dark giant kneeling half on the ground. The giant's whole body was composed of cold energy. Outside the body was covered with a fierce armor, backed by huge double swords, the head was the same Like the evil ghost warrior who came out of hell, Tyrion stood on the spot and did not move at all. He just extended his finger and shook, and Nazario’s evil dragon claw was destroyed by this evil warrior. Crush easily with a wave.

In the sparkle of the evil Mars falling on the ground, the evil samurai controlled by Tyrion slowly stood up. This 7-meter-tall colossus of death accompanied the gesture of Tyrion’s active wrist and seemed to have done well. Preparation for a battle.

Floating on the chest of the evil samurai warrior, Tyrion looked down at the Dragon of War in front of him, and his deep voice sounded on this wild snowfield:

"It seems that defeating a poor sister who is not good at fighting makes your mentality swell a lot, Nasario."

"Ten years ago, I was able to bury you when I was weak, and it would only be easier for me to do it again ten years later... Do you think this world is what you were when you left? Poor old man, you have been taken by this era Abandoned."

Tyrion’s hands stretched out behind him, and the heavy ash messenger and the noisy apocalypse fell into his hands. The vicious samurai warrior also pulled out the two dark giant swords behind his back, and placed a double-edged sword in front of his chest. The battle stance, behind it, half of the sky was marked as a gap between the world of death and the present world. Thousands of deaths with dark battle sickles fluttered out of the crack silently, in a deadly gesture , Completely surrounding the sky behind Terion.

The wind of the spirit world roared through the cold wilderness and brought the withering into this earthly world. In the invisible air, the dying death was laughing out loud, because a feast was about to begin, because, here has been Completely stratified into the battlefield of death...

"I heard that in the world of Argus, the fallen Titan Agrama personally helped you to eliminate the corrosion of the void and gave you the power of evil energy, do you know? I have always been curious, claiming to destroy all the tyrannical evil energy, What happens when we encounter the withering everything, the eternal death of the withered world... So, come on, Nasario, Dragon of War, Dragon... come on!"

Tyrion’s voice became cruel and indifferent at this moment:

"Please, please... my curiosity!"

The wind of the spirit world, which was more bleak than the violent wind of the world, was blowing on the land of the dragon bone wilderness. In the cold wind, in the face of the oppression of Tyraine, the dragon of dragon warfare clenched his fists at that moment. Also a character with a head and a face, when was it suppressed in this way?

But Nesario did not come to fight after all, after all, there was a battle with Tyrion in front of him, and he had the possibility to win the power of the evil energy and the earth, but it was more likely that both sides The battle has suffered heavy losses, especially in this troubled autumn. Once it becomes weak, it means that many things can not continue to advance.

Therefore, after several breaths, Nesario shook his head:

"Sorry...for another occasion, I am very willing to fight you for the grudges we have forged in the past."

He took a step back actively, and this action weakened the killing intentions of Tyrion's whole body, just as Nesario had his own thinking, Tyrion also had something really important to do, the previous coercion, and more It’s more of a gesture. After all, judging from the situation where Nasario hit Ysera just now, Tyrion had to take out the baby at the bottom of the box if he wanted to defeat the reborn war dragon in front of him. .

But the problem is that that thing was not prepared for Nesario at all. Once it is used here, many subsequent things will be affected.

They are the leaders of the two sides, and sometimes they have to exclude the influence of personal emotions... this is very unpleasant, but this is the rule of the world.

"Om"

The evil spirit warrior, the army of death, and even the gate of the dead world with the sky, dissipated silently at this moment. In the last blow of the cold wind of the spirit world, the dragon bone wilderness returned to its previous state.

On the melting and frozen ground, Tyrion looked at Nesario in front of him, and the two old friends were able to talk calmly.

"Unlock the road sign of Onyxia!"

Nesario took a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the condensed black ice on the back of his hand. He said softly:

"Then take Ysera away... she is not so important in my plan, and I am not interested in taking over the current Emerald Dream, that place is simply a source of disaster."

"Ok?"

Tyrion looked back at the green dragon queen Ysera, who was alive and dead in the completely frozen fall pit behind him. He looked back at Nesario, and there was a trace of daze on the Lord's face:

"When did I say that I came for this silly girl? Are you deaf? Nesario."

The lord said frankly:

"I've said it all, I just passed by. I don't care what you do with Ysera. Whether it's playing some nasty games or being a spawning machine, it doesn't matter to me...you know , In this land, I really care about you only."

"This sounds weird."

Nesario glanced weirdly at Tyrion, with a trace of inquiry flashing in his eyes:

"Then I'm curious. Compared to loot like Ysera, what else on this land can make you value it so much that you don't even want to come in person?"

"Of course... important things."

Tyrion shrugged:

"Want to know? Then join us... You see, since evil energy can fill the void in your body, then death can also be done, come on, Nasario, join my camp and become real Wings of Death...I’m doing justice and great things, and I need a strong warrior like you. With your participation, I will save a lot of energy."

"Okay."

Nesario threw the handkerchief in the snow, and he looked up at Tyrion:

"Let me be the boss, and if you become my lieutenant, I promise to join the Legion of Dark Blades."

"It's not sincere!"

The high lord waved his hand and skipped the obvious joke. His ice-blue eyes stared at Nesario in front of him:

"Let’s talk, what the **** are you planning? The legion will let you return to Azeroth to assist the dreadlords to collect the pillars of creation, but I don’t think you’re planning to cooperate with them at all, so you’re not really trusting the legion, right Right? I need to confirm this news again... lest it may be bad to cause some accidental injuries."

"You! You really put your eyes in the legion!"

Nesario narrowed his eyes as he looked at Tyrion:

"And the status is not low, you can know this kind of news, it seems that I really underestimated you...but since you are so honest, then I should probably show a little kindness...I am not serving Legion, arrogance like Kil'jaeden is not worthy of my service. I serve more advanced power, guard the gods once used by the dragon, I serve the new..."

"Agrama, the Pantheon of Darkness...I knew it!"

Tyrion interrupted Nesario's meaningless praise. He tilted his head and looked at the dragon of war in front of him. He said seriously:

"But you know what they want to do, right? Do you think they will succeed?"

"It has nothing to do with "I think"!"

Nesario seriously said:

"I just made a judgment based on the facts. Unlike the Burning Legion, once the power of the Dark Pantheon extends here, Azeroth has no chance of surviving. Agrama gave me a choice. It seems that we were a Titan family. For his sake, he gave us a new hope...it has nothing to do with the Legion! The guardian dragon is just following the gods once again, that's all."

"But I will tell you!"

Tyrion said one word after another about the Dragon of War:

"The Dark Pantheon will not win! You have chosen the wrong teammate!"

"Oh, why?"

The Dragon of War showed a smile of disdain:

"Just because you vowed to protect this world? Tyraine, don't look too high on yourself, even if you are now, in their eyes, they are ants!"

"Then bet!"

Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed to the ground under his feet. He said softly:

"I said, Aggramar will be buried here, and I will show you with my own eyes, how did my ants shatter the giant! If I win, Nasario, you want you to become a real death willingly. Wings, join my kingdom of death!"

"Okay! Terion, before the Dark Pantheon comes, I won't block your way, and you... better don't bother me!"

Nesario shrugged, turned his head without looking back, and disappeared into the snowy sky:

"As for this gamble, I will look forward to it with immense expectations, and then wait and see, the miracle you staged..."

"Take Ysera away... just think of this as the last goodwill left to you by the Dark Pantheon."

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