Azeroth’s Death Track

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On the top platform of the dark temple, the atmosphere was very solemn.

Ysera was full of anger, the big lord was breezy, and the green dragon queen wanted to slap to wake up the madman in front of her eyes, but considering that he could save himself from Nesario, this means that the big death in front of him The lord's strength is definitely not weaker than Nesario...

So the calming down Queen of Green Dragons is not so risky...after all, her emerald dream protecting life is tens of thousands of years, and no one knows the value of life better than her.

"Thank you"

After a few minutes of confrontation, Ysera lowered her head. She released her fist and said softly:

"Thank you for saving me from Nesario. In return for this kindness, I will not be an enemy of you. After all, that is the choice of the wild gods...I should not interfere."

Tyrion did not answer this, and his gaze had not even changed.

After a few seconds, Ysera nodded to Tyrion:

"Then I left... The Emerald Dream Warfare anxious, I must go back to preside over the big picture."

After speaking, Ysera glanced at Tyrion and found that the High Lord had nothing to say. She was sitting on the ladder like a sculpture. She regarded it as a kind of acquiescence and turned to leave.

However, just a few steps after Ysera walked out, Tyrion's cold voice rang behind her:

"Am I allowing you to leave?"

"you!"

Ysera felt like a plaything trapped in her cage. She felt Tyrion deliberately arousing her anger. As the dragon king who ruled the Emerald Dream, when did she encounter such treatment?

The Queen of Green Dragon turned around and looked at Tyrion. The latter was just like before. There wasn’t even much change in posture. It was like he was caught in some kind of thinking, but the ice blue eyes were straight. Seeing it still makes people feel uncomfortable.

"You are the ruler of the associated plane of Azeroth, and you rule the Emerald Dream."

Tyrion whispered:

"Look, I'm also a ruler of other planes. Think about it with your leader's thinking. Do you think I will let you go like this? Especially when your Green Dragon Legion is generally in good company with night elves In fact, I’m curious, why do you love night elves so much? You see, of all the guardian dragons, only the green dragon is almost tied to the night elves."

The Lord Lord showed a puzzled expression:

"Are there any qualities of night elves that appeal to you? Or that this lazy race has some advantages I haven't discovered?"

Tyrion’s quirky question made Ysera stunned. The Queen of Green Dragon never seemed to think about it. In the gaze of the High Lord, she frowned for a few minutes and then said:

"There is no particular reason. I took over the management of the Emerald Dream from the guardian Ms. Freya tens of thousands of years ago. It was a very important mission. The mission that I and my Green Dragon Army must complete. However, I soon discovered that for the vast emerald dream, the number of green dragons is far from enough to maintain the world, and I need more helpers."

"Druids... These mortals who admire the way of nature and can also link the emerald dream with their souls are very suitable to undertake this sacred mission, so with the help of the world tree Nordrassil, I bless the dream Give them, so that the druids can freely travel between the world and the emerald dream, so that the dream world can also maintain perfect prosperity."

Ysera said frankly:

"It's not that I love night elves, nor that I particularly like them. This is just a cooperative relationship. The performance of night elves in the battle of the ancients has proved that they are trustworthy."

"Well, this is the case."

Tyrion nodded suddenly. He stood up and walked to Ysera. He was a little shorter than the Queen of Green Dragons, but he didn't need to raise his head to see Ysera's eyes. Terry A light flashed in Ang Bing's blue eyes, and he said softly to Ysera in front of him:

"So, starting today, the Druid Blight will succeed the Druids of the Cenarion Circle and help you continue to maintain the Emerald Dream. I heard that there is war there, right? Are you here to find reinforcements?"

Ysera was a little bit uncomfortable with the distance between them less than 1 meter. She took a slight step back and then nodded.

"Very good, I will help you solve the chaos in the Emerald Dream. Let me think about it. Those who can make chaos in the dream are nothing more than those mice who hide their heads and tails."

Tyrion nodded slightly, and he looked at Ysera:

"As a price for peace, I want you to completely disconnect from your Green Dragon Legion and the intimate connection with the night elf civilization... You see, you are a noble dragon king, you are a legendary dragon, and you are responsible for maintaining the world. Mission, so don’t always focus on the night elves, and occasionally care about other races, humans, orcs, taurens, or wild boars."

"In the final analysis, night elves are just ordinary members of the fantasy races of this world. After removing the bright blessings imposed on you by your foolish eggs, they are no different from other races."

The High Lord looked at Ysera:

"Do you agree?"

"You are so arrogant!"

This is Ysera's reply to the high lord. The green dragon queen responded with a gesture that a ruler should have:

"Which civilization does the Dream Corps have a good relationship with? This is our own business. The night elves have done very well for maintaining the balance of dreams for 10,000 years. I have no reason to alienate them!

"Wait, did you just say that they are perfect to maintain the balance of their dreams?"

The Lord Lord blinked:

"So, why do nightmares appear? If their work is indeed flawless..."

"This..."

Ysera couldn't refute for a while, and at the next moment, Tyrion's cold fingers were buckled on Ysera's neck, and the weak Green Dragon Queen felt the blessing on her body like a heavy Like the high mountain, the oppressed she fell to the ground. Between the collision and staggering of the two forces, Ysera knelt in front of Tyrion with a very humiliating gesture.

The high lord lowered his head and looked at the angry green dragon queen. The heavy shackles of death force pressed against Ysera's shoulders, making her weak and unable to resist. The lord's finger was pointed at Ysera's delicate chin Go up and raise her face, he said softly:

"Also, this is the first time you and I met, you are not very familiar with my style of work, so this time it is fine, I will explain it again, the mode of getting along between you and me is... I say let you How to do it, you just do it. Don’t ask why, don’t refute, do you understand?”

"Come on!"

Ysera stuck her neck, and the proud Green Dragon Queen shouted loudly:

"I am the Dreamwalker recognized under the crown of the Pantheon Life Guard Orlia! The Green Dragon Army is the Guardian Dragon Army that maintains the order and balance of Azeroth! I will not obey you! We will not be subject to your Threatening and betraying our mission! Madman!"

"Yeah, it seems that my old friend's evaluation of you is really appropriate, you, really naive and cute..."

Tyrion's fingers touched Ysera's cheek. He leaned down and whispered in Ysera's ear:

"You may be suffering from amnesia, this old Ms. Dragon, let me repeat what Nesario and Alexstrassa want to tell you."

"The Titan you followed... is dead!"

The High Lord kissed in Ysera's ear, and then lost interest in chatting with the childish queen. He turned and left, and at the moment his figure disappeared, his voice rang in Ysera's ear:

"3 days! I will give you 3 days to consider...after that, if you still can't see the reality, then I can only continue to execute my plan, the moment the burning Nordrassil collapses , At the moment when the Emerald Dream was completely closed because it lost the most important node of reality, by then, everything would be late..."

"Awakener, Ysera, I hope you can calm down, think for your people, lose your guidance, how long can they persist in the endless nightmare attack? Oh, yes, you should I have seen An Su, and the demigod and I have reached an agreement, and they will also withdraw from the emerald dream that is about to be destroyed!"

"Of course, if you think I can't do it...you can wait and see!"

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Directly below the dark temple, between the rocky cliffs of the grizzly hills, in a gloomy forest, the death lords of the hand-held weapons slowly approached a hidden cave, led by Safarur raised his palm, others The man stopped and moved forward, enclosing the cave in a silent manner.

"Uh"

Tyrion's figure appeared behind his brothers. He walked to Saurfang and asked softly:

"Are you sure?"

"Ok!"

The orc nodded and pointed to the cave ahead:

"The little thing is very cunning. It has spread footprints all over the grizzly hills that confuses us. The nearby bear tribes regard it as the incarnation of Uzok and help it hide, but its soul fluctuates too much. Conspicuous, in our eyes, it is as bright as a lamp in the night."

"Then bring it out."

Tyrion waved his finger, Luminas and Yrel approached the cave from left to right, while Roglio and Serente grabbed Zhang Gong and stayed outside the cave, with a slightly naive sound The roar of the bear seemed to shake the whole cave. Obviously, the prey had already entered the net.

"For this little guy, Darnas almost rummaged through Northrend, which is really not easy."

After Saurfang turned his weapon back, he looked back at the grizzly hills under the night sky, and then said to Tyrion:

"I said, you brought us out this time, isn't it just for this little guy? Although its talent is powerful, it is only a larva after all. This hunting lineup is a bit too luxurious."

"Ok"

Tyrion nodded:

"Of course not just for it, Zuldaq, you know, Danas said the trolls over there summoned their Loa gods to resist our army. Those Loa gods' entities in this world are not strong. , But it is suitable as a test product..."

The lord looked at Saurfang, and he asked:

"Speaking of it, do you like keeping pets?"

"Uh, you can turn me down."

Saurfang took off his helmet and clipped it under his arm. He said to Tyrion:

"When I and the Blackhands were still young, we needed one or two hounds or war wolves to help in the world of Draenor. I really like these loyal war beasts, but I think you must ask me if they are not This means, right?"

"Well, I'm trying to make some demigods of death."

Tyrion Mo, holding his chin, said to Saurfang:

"But the soul samples of the wild gods are always limited. I need some materials that can be boldly tested. Loa, which also exists in the form of the spirit of the beast, is suitable. I need those samples, and the more the better."

The lord patted Saurfang's shoulder:

"Life and death should have a balance. Since the existence of the demigod of life is regarded as the manifestation of life energy in this world, then we should also have the demigod of death that represents the existence of death... This is not just a symbol, it More important than pure symbolism."

"Weird idea."

Saurfang glanced at the lord, but then he shrugged again:

"But it's worth trying, well, I'll take the rest to Zuldaq to try to capture those Loa, but according to my knowledge of Loa, it is difficult to capture Loa's soul fragments in this world. "

"Just do your best."

Tyrion raised his head. In front of him, Yrel was holding a screaming silver-white soul bear out of the cave. The shape of the bear was almost the same as the legendary giant bear **** Uzok Exactly the same.

"Boss, is it feasible for you to leave Queen Green Dragon alone in the Dark Temple?"

At the moment Tyrion reached out to take over the Soul Bear, Luminas suddenly asked excitedly:

"Do I need to guard her?"

"No need to!"

The Lord Lord embraced the struggling soul bear in his arms. He looked at this naturally evolved beast spirit and whispered:

"If she dared not be honest, Little Yuna would throw her into the dead world without hesitation. I think that a world that is cold enough will teach her a real... lesson!"

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