Azeroth’s Death Track

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The majestic world tree has nurtured the Cadore civilization for 10,000 years. It should have continued to support this civilization. But unfortunately, this tree, which seems to support the world, has fallen into some kind of tragic disease. It needs A "surgery", otherwise, the internal lesions will pull the world tree and the entire Kadore civilization into the most terrible abyss.

The good news is that the World Tree welcomes two extraordinary "doctors."

The bad news is that both doctors intend to take the most violent and terrible treatment...

But there was only one patient, so the two doctors decided to make a match in front of the operating table, and then the winner would take the lead...

At the roots of the tree of the world, by the rippling lake, the Lord of the Dark Blade leaned on the Ashbringer, and the earth beside him was covered with dead bodies of the lunar priests. On the other side of the **** ground, Queen Azshara looked at him with a trace of resentment in peace.

"You guys should bully frost trolls on Northrend...why are you here?"

Azshara questioned in a queenlike manner:

"Why should I block my punishment of the betrayal? Are night elves good to you? Are you going to save them so hard? Are they worth it? Or... the little **** of Tyrande made some promises for you Weird promise?"

A trace of contempt flashed on Azshara's face:

"Did she give herself to you? You crazy dead man!"

"save?"

Tyrion shook his head, and he seriously explained to Azshara:

"This is not salvation, I am just like you, but also to punish the night elves... But it is a pity that you and your army messed up the grand appearance of the Dark Blade Legion, and my subordinates reported a little "warmth" to this Protest, I don’t think it’s a problem... As for our participation in this war..."

The lord flicked his fingers at will, without looking at Azshara’s eyes:

"We represent the death of all things in balance, ma'am, wherever we want to go, we will go! Of course you can try to stop us, this is no problem, as long as you can afford it..."

"Then let go! Descendants of the Dawnblade family!"

Azshara twisted her body and moved forward. She whispered:

"For the sake of your ancestors serving me, I will say one last time... Don't block my way!"

"bass"

The Ashbringer made a noise, and the heavy blade blocked the path of Azshara's progress. Tyrion looked back at the tree of the world behind him. He shook his head regretfully at Queen Azshara:

"This tree, I am useful!"

"Ok?"

Azshara's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, her four hands spread out, and a touch of dangerous arcane magic began to gather. She looked at Tyrion:

"You are useful... what does this have to do with me?"

"Om"

The cold power of death began to gather rapidly on Tyrion’s body, and the form of the evil spirit warrior wrapped up the body of the Dark Blade Lord little by little. At this moment, Tyrion’s voice became cold and cold. In the case of death gathering, his cold voices all wore a trace of overlap, and let the thousands of voices sound at the same time:

"Your revenge? What do you do with me?"

"Aisala...Enzos's ban, let me give you a piece of advice..."

"Where you come from, just go back!"

"boom"

Violet-like arcane energy exploded at this moment, and the battle between the world’s most powerful woman and the world’s most powerful man came from a disaster in the beginning, in Azshara Under the manipulation of the magic power, those crazy magics, like sharp blades, smoothly cut through the temple under the tree of the world, whether it is the wooden buildings of the Druids, the stone buildings of the Moon Temple, and the suffering The earth nourished by the tree of the world... was easily torn apart at this moment.

Just like a hurricane that swept across the land, between the ruins and the vegetation, the Holy Land of Mount Hyjal was thrown into the destruction of the end of the world.

"The appetite is not small."

Azshara's low voice sounded in the arcane storm, with a hint of sarcasm:

"I don't know what the strength is... Archimonde doesn't dare to speak in front of me!"

"Uh"

Two meters long, the battle knives gathered by the pure cold death cut the arcane storm of Azshara from left to right, with a staggered posture, the pure arcane collection is easily at this moment Crushing is like a **** cutting a storm to smooth out his anger. In the blink of an eye, the madness of Azshara's madness was completely suppressed.

In an instant, this ruin devastated by magic was calm and calm.

The fully-formed demon warrior completed a perfect truncation of magic. Under the control of Tyrion’s will, this huge death warrior carried the sword on his shoulder, and the other knife pointed diagonally to the naga standing in front of it. The queen, in the center of the tall figure, Terion looked down at the queen in front of him, and he said softly:

"Sorry, but Archimonde who is afraid of you is dead..."

"It was killed by my own hands, right, wondering what Archimonde said before he died? My Queen Azshara."

The queen was choked with Terion’s words, and she had also seen how Archimonde was murdered by the then weak Terion with a conspiracy, but this did not make Azshara fear him, as Azeroth's most powerful woman, no man can make her feel fear, at least in this world... she is not afraid to be enemies with anyone.

The queen’s fingers flicked in the air, and a shocking magical power flowed from her fingertips. The huge arcane magic twisted the surrounding space. Obviously, the previous blow made the queen interested in fighting. She is going to be real.

In Tyrion’s gaze, huge water currents were bred in the twisted space. Under the very rough manipulation of Azshara, those water currents were forcibly aggregated into a super-large water ice element and summoned by ordinary mages. The water element is different. The gadget summoned by Queen Azshara has very human hands and upper body, and on its head is a chaotic face composed of high-speed water flow, and behind this giant element, The grisly ice protrudes out of the body like bone spurs, and this heterogeneous element becomes more fierce.

As soon as this thing appeared, it shrouded the surrounding temples and ruins destroyed by the magic storm with a thick layer of frost. It was even given some wisdom by Azshara, and it roared towards the evil ghost warrior as tall as its eyes. Then, the frozen paws were waving like a roaring glacier, like a loyal and fierce hound.

Azshara was standing on top of the ancient glacier water element. She looked arrogantly at the opposite Tyrion. A icy war bow appeared on her fingertips, like the halo of silver sand halo like the armor Enveloped in the queen's body, it was compressed to the ultimate arcane magic, and it was Azeroth's strongest energy shield. The queen dialed the bowstring. In the light sound, she said playfully:

"Oh, an ignorant man... your strength is the same as that of Hella’s lunatic, and it’s not even as good as her, so let me tell you a secret..."

"Hella tried to enslave my deep-sea empire and provide enough souls for her mad war, and in the few encounters I had with her, she... never won me!"

"How do you...have a chance to win?"

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At the same time as the chaos of several sides in Mount Hyjal, in the dark mountain area of ​​Drustvar in Kul Tiras, among the highest holy sites of the Blight sect, the Druids of the Blight are engaged in a call Great cause.

The demigods Ansu and Rukma, as well as the awakeners who should have rescued Mount Hyjal, the green dragon queen Ysera stayed in the center of the emerald shrine, which was "cut" from the emerald dream in 10,000 years The small dreamland shrine that came down was maintained perfectly by the super-motile withers, and the vitality of the seeds of life was continuously added to this holy land, making this small emerald dreamland also in these few years. Expanded some.

The most important thing is that in the main plane of the Emerald Dream, the Nightmare War has occupied and destroyed the order of most of the planes, but in the cut pieces of the dream, everything is still working perfectly, as long as they are just Appeared, the Lin Jing warriors guarding the Holy Land day and night would immediately issue a warning.

These plant life born directly from the species of life do not have the concept of "dream" at all. These guys are special existences that can enter the emerald dream with entities. They will not dream, nor will they be captured by nightmares, which is the most suitable. Dream guardian.

"So, do you plan to resurrect three half gods at once?"

Ysera, who had just returned from the world of Draenor, was a little surprised to see the druids who were busy in front of her. She looked at Ansu, the demigod who seemed to have been honest recently. She asked:

"Can the natural roots believed by the wither can withstand such vitality supply?"

"Very reluctant..."

Ansu combed his beautiful feathers with the bird's beak, and he said to Ysera calmly:

"In order to undertake this FireWire rescue, the Seed of Life will provide a huge amount of life energy at one time, which will directly drain all the current power of that kind. It will also enter the dormant period due to weakness... but the wither and wild boar Both humans and tauren have said that the roots and roots of the seed of life will be planted in barren and desolate areas. When the incarnation of the seed of life takes root and germinates in those two places, it will be nourished by more land. It will recover soon."

Ysera nodded. She also heard about the actions of the blighters to transplant their original roots, but she is more curious about another point:

"What happens to the ground where the roots are planted? Will it be vitalized?"

"Do not!"

This time it was Lukema who answered her. The relationship between the flamboyant **** and Ysera was not good. The two women had fought a lot, and Lukema had seen life in Draenor. The act of covering the world with plants, the Yangyan demise holds that the seed of life is dangerous, but considering that its resurrection is also the energy provided by the seed of life, so it ignores the danger of the seed of life, It answered briefly:

"The seed of life is a mythical creature from Draenor. It does not extract the vitality of the world to improve itself. On the contrary, any place enveloped by its power will be filled with natural energy in a short time. That kind of energy will Appearing in the form of trees and forests, the desolate and desolate land will become tree-lined..."

"Um... that sounds like a good thing?"

Ysera nodded suspiciously. She instinctively felt that there should be other factors behind the incident, but this is not the time to consider these.

"Wow"

The figures of Deer Helmet and Mojana appeared on the forest platform of the Emerald Sanctuary in the fluctuation of natural light. The two powerful druids looked very tired, and their wooden armor still showed traces of battle.

"Most areas of the Emerald Dream have been destroyed by nightmares... the situation there is terrible, and it is almost the same as the war zone in this world."

The deer helmet put on a robe with the help of an apprentice, and said to the others:

"Fortunately, the Dream Tower and the surrounding mountains have not fallen, and the souls of the three demi-gods are already waiting...the rebirth ceremony begins immediately! That place will be occupied by nightmares at any time."

"Deer helmet! How is my dream army?"

Ysera finally couldn't help her inner worry, and a gleam in her eyes shone, she asked:

"Iranicus and the green dragons, any news?"

This question made Lu helmet's expression slightly change. He glanced at his daughter-in-law, and Mo Yana's expression was also dull. The high priest raised his head and said to Ysera:

"The Dream Tower has not yet fallen. Although the dragons of Dreamland have suffered heavy damage, they can still insist... But the King of Dreamland has already..."

"What happened to my Eranikus?"

Ysera grabbed Mo Yana's hand, the latter said with regret:

"Sir Ilanicos was completely captured by the nightmare. A dragon saw it over the battlefield, but it has changed into another posture. It is now called...the nightmare tyrant."

"I want to go back!"

Ysera heard the news of her lover's crucifixion, and the emotional thinking from the female made the Queen of Green Dragons unable to wait any longer, but she had just turned around, but was stopped by the deer helmet and Rukma. The Druid seriously Say:

"You can't go back! Awakener, we haven't stopped paying attention to the Emerald Dream Battlefield. I can only say this... Nightmare trapping the last warrior in the Dreamland High Tower is probably a trap, they are not satisfied with capturing the dream giant Dragons, the reason why they have not launched their final attack is probably waiting for you to step into the trap..."

"A guardian dragon corrupted by nightmares will become a disaster for the whole world!"

Compared with the deer helmet's persuasion, Rukma's persuasion is even simpler. The sun and gods are surrounded by golden red sun fire. Its sun-like eyes flashed through the light of eager to try, and it was straightforward. Say:

"Someone entrusted me to watch you! So you want to leave here... just knock me down first!"

The fighting between Ysera and Rukma was high, but just before the two women fought, Ansu’s cries sounded:

"Ah! Don't be noisy! They are coming!"

"Uh"

The eyes of Ysera and Rukma, shrouded in anger and anger, glared at Ansu at the same time. The Storm Deity instinctively shivered. It swallowed and said hardly:

"I mean... pay more attention to the image, especially the two of you..."

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