Azeroth’s Death Track

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The burning world tree keeps stripping out the charred branches, and the pages burned between the burning of the black fire are turned into a cloud of ashes flying in the night before the dawn of Mount Hyjal. Blow in all directions.

Tyrion sat quietly on the wicker chair found in the ruins. He put his hands on his chest with his hands crossed. His right leg was raised, resting on the knee of his left leg. His head was resting on the wicker chair. Long hair spread over his shoulders, while his eyes looked straight ahead, and there was nothing in it.

And in front of him, on the bluestone road leading to the tree of the world, there were more and more night elves returning from everywhere, they stood silently, the anger in everyone's heart gathered invisible, and soon changed It has become an aggressive and extremely angry momentum. Some humans, orcs, or the aiders of their races are mixed in these elves, and the torches they lit in the night are like a little bit of light.

In front of the elves, the blood-stained moon priest Tyrande has grasped the white feather war bow in his hand. The lunar high priest's beautiful eyes are full of an irresistible anger, slowly from her side The Archdruid Malfurion who stood up on the ground, tortured by the power of nightmares, is still in a very weak state, but in this weak body, a flame is burning and supporting his life .

Illidan Stormrage, this dark hero known as the "Betrayer", held his Aethnosian War Blade in his hand. Judging from his silent and murderous gesture, maybe the next moment, he would smoke The knife rushed to the lord in front of him.

They are confronting... that invisible momentum is enough to crush any cowardly person.

Under the dark night, in an entrance opened by the dead world, several dead lords who completed the battlefield cleaning sat there, just like watching a big war movie about to open. They are also participants in this war, but they will not foolishly disturb the boss "Yaxing", so they appear here as bystanders.

"The boss is getting more and more funny."

Luminas took a sip of blood wine and said to his companions:

"Obviously doing good deeds, but it must be the same as the villain that destroys the world... he may like this tone."

"Do not!"

Silent Roglio took a sip of wine and said to Luminas and Serent:

"The boss said right before. In such a scene, no matter how you explain, the night elves will not listen. They are reluctant to listen to any truth. Now they stubbornly think that the boss destroyed everything. Even if they knew it was saving them...they couldn’t see the truth, they didn’t want to see the truth.”

"Perfect immortality ends tonight, and any reasonable person will go crazy."

Serent shrugged. He moved his neck and said with emotion:

"Kadore believes that they are more noble and smarter than other races. In fact, they don’t... they are also mortals and have desires, and the existence of this tree has put them in the yoke of desire for thousands of years. In the middle, no longer can extricate themselves. Anyone who wants to help them get rid of the shackles will be regarded as an enemy who must be defeated...They will call us "evil", just like those of humans."

"When you ask for more than you deserve, mortal race will do unreasonable stupid things, stupidity is a felony. Unfortunately, there are too many sinners."

Yrel, leaning in the floating darkness, raised her little jug with some sadness. She sipped the cold wine in the jug. She remembered the things that the old people had said in the world of Draenor. The story of how Eredar was tempted and fallen by the Dark Titan, which suddenly gave her a strong sense of both eyes.

"Even the natural and immortal Eredar people will make the same mistakes, not to mention these night elves who have only lived for 10,000 years, they think it is a blessing, they think that they are born to be entitled to enjoy... However, no, the world’s too sensitive guardian dragon gave some mortal power to the mortal, but this eternal power turned into a curse and blinded them."

"Breaking illusions is hated, and it is hated to grab things from others."

The hoof girl flicked her tail, and turned back towards the depths of the dead world with some interest.

"Boss knows this better than anyone else. Instead of whispering to explain to a group of blindfolded people, it is better to appear in a gesture of destruction and give these poor people a hateful object so that they will not be completely after losing everything. Collapse... In the final analysis, we know that we are doing good and doing justice, which is enough, there is no need to let others know..."

"We didn't do these things just to be heroes. The next one is nothing beautiful...I'm going to the hot spring, Lumi, are you going?"

"Of course! Wait for me! Yrel is cute... let's soak together."

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Tyrion doesn’t know how his subordinates comment on him. Of course, he knows that he doesn’t care. This is an extremely self-conscious person. He will surely do what he believes in these ten years. Changes in the world have fully proved this.

His planning for the world is only halfway through. Maybe there is some kind of force in the world that can stop his "abuse", but it will definitely not be the night elves in front of him...

He has seen too many, too many big scenes...the scene in front of thousands of people that is hostile to him has long been unable to shake his mind.

After all, how can there be more ants?

"You came here with these miscellaneous people, but also with anger, why..."

The high lord hates the anger shining in the eyes of the elves. He hates this meaningless behavior. Do these elders of Cadore plan to kill him with their eyes?

So, with unabashed maliciousness, he tilted his head and looked at the three people who represented Kadore's civilization... He whispered:

"Do you guys have any opinions?"

"boom"

The scorching fiery fire flooded Illidan’s body like a magma outburst at this moment, and every fierce pattern on his body began to shine. The magic power of the demon hunter’s body made him instantly complete the demon transformation. , The magic energy that turned into dark energy wrapped around Illidan’s double blades, his figure was like a black wind, between the cold blades of the two green moon blades, staggering towards Terry Ang's neck.

"clang"

A crunch...

The Lord of the Lord wrapped around the power of death, pinched the blade of Illidan's slash accurately, and stopped the blade containing the endless evil in front of his eyes, while the other blade interlaced. Blocked by the power of darkness wrapped around the lord, it was like a strong shield of energy. In the sparks, Illidan's full blow was so easily resolved.

"Knife..."

Tyrion looked at the demon hunter with a drastic change in front of his eyes. From his fingers holding the Essinoth's Warblade, the cold to extreme death energy quickly covered the evil fire blade like a snake crawling in the dark. On the surface, like a bonfire that encountered a snowstorm, the fiery energy that was burning violently was silenced wherever the frost was.

Illidan's figure receded quickly. In order to avoid the strange death frost from contaminating the body, the war blade on his left hand was left between Tyrion's fingers. The lord stood up and the moment Illidan returned to his previous position , He held this heavy and weird legendary weapon in his hand, he could feel the resistance of the manic soul in this Moonblade, but where the cold, withering frost went, even the legendary weapon 'S soul was also frozen.

"Uh"

Tyrion waved this shaped weapon. Eventually, he shook his head and looked at the blade of ice in his hand. He said to Illidan:

"The knife is a very sacred weapon... a good knife is very picky. Thankfully, it is lucky to find a good owner..."

"Swoosh"

The frozen war knife was thrown out by the high lord. Between the whistling, it was accurately inserted on the ground at the foot of Illidan. The demon hunter silently picked up the frozen moon blade and held it in his hand. The wicked fire melted the ice on the surface of the war blade, Tyrion's finger was nodded, and a black-red straight-edged sword condensed entirely by the power of death appeared in his hand.

He pressed the strange straight blade of sword with twined lightning bolts on his forehead, like a ritual, and then pointed the blade at the three people in front of him.

"But weapons are used to challenge the strong... obviously you are not..."

"Come on, Kadore’s Avengers, I will give you another chance... you will be able to save your own tree by defeating me, but a friendly reminder, dare to step into the battlefield, prepare for bleeding in advance. ."

As soon as the words fell, Tyrande, full of anger, raised his hands, and the power of the moon **** lingered on the body of the moon sacrifice, making her the most shining light source in the dark night that was tumbling because of the black fire. The power of the lunar being called was shrouded on Illidan's body like a silver tulle, as if giving the demon hunter a layer of armor.

"Elune... Turn your anger into a ruined star, punish the demon in front of you!"

In the deepest night before dawn, the falling stars shining like the sky of the stars under the control of Tyrande, like the meteor rain that gathered together, hit the big lord in front of them, while in Tyrande and Erie The moment Dan started attacking, behind them, the night elves who were fighting with the enemy even roared like wolf howls. These forest elves withdrew their weapons and rushed towards the only enemy in front of them like a rolling tide.

"clang"

The moonblade wrapped in the blazing evil fire collided with the black straight-edged sword. Tyrion's body was immovable. He didn't even care about spreading his wings in front of his eyes, preparing for a demon hunter to challenge the hunt. He raised his head, Looking at the falling star in the sky, he shook his head as the gray and white hair danced.

"Is that the power given to you by Elune, is that the case?"

"Come straight, the true face of death!"

"Wow"

The dark and cold storm was centered on Terion’s body, and at this moment, it roared, and the power of the dead world, which was darker than night and deeper than night, came in a hustle and bustle, slowly in Illidan As he looked up, the shadowy wind blew away the endless storm, and the warrior, like a destructive evil spirit, once again appeared under the sky of burning Nordrassil in a giant gesture.

This time, Tyrion did not manipulate the evil warrior. Instead, he gave it complete freedom.

"Goblin, devour them!"

The black straight-edged sword in Tyrion’s hand waved forward, and the evil spirit warrior gathered by his will raised his sword. Between the shining of the dark rays, the dozens of meteors falling from the sky were easily shattered. , Between the whistling masonry, Tyrion’s tattered black swordsman robe fluttered on the battlefield. His dark figure was like a blast of lightning, and every stroke of the light blade in his hand would make the main attacker Yili in front of him. Dan kept retreating.

The demon hunter, who was originally known for his aggressiveness, was forced to play a defensive temperament at this moment. The two Azzinoth war blades were once again covered by the cold death under the blow of the dead straight-edged sword. Frost.

"Is this your ability? Illidan!"

"Is this the power that you pay back with your eyes? Anger!"

"What are you afraid of? What are you hesitating about? What are you worried about?"

Tyrion’s low irony did not disturb Illidan’s position. The demon hunter stood like a reef between the dark tides, standing in the flowing river of death as if he would never be defeated.

"Release yourself! Let me see...your demons!"

"boom"

Illidan's double blades were staggered in front of his chest, but the double blades that were frozen in the foot of Tyrion's foot, the force mixed with pure death blasted Illidan from the place, and even brought the land before Tyrion's eyes. They were all torn apart by a terrible rift. Between the masonry, the lord looked back to the elves who were slaughtered by evil warriors. He shook his head, and a cold smile appeared on his face:

"Look, so many faces, so few smiles... why not... smile?"

Tyrion’s fingers waved forward, and the gate of the dead world slammed open behind him, trying to stop Tyrande and Malfurion’s wide eyes, the whistling scythes of death. Wandering in the sky merged into a frightening torrent of darkness.

"Do you want to protect them?"

The lord’s finger was like pulling the trigger. At the next moment, the screaming death gods waved the war sickle and made a silent laugh in the dark, like the tide that drowned all, rushed into those who tried to save Among the elf soldiers fighting back.

"Unfortunately...the method was wrong..."

At the moment when the soul-grabbing army of death rushed into the battlefield, the Lord Lord withdrew his eyes from the battlefield. He looked at Illidan who rushed back to him. He looked at the side to call the power of the moon **** to protect Tyrande of as many tribes as possible, a gleam of light shone in his ice-blue eyes, and the figure of the High Lord appeared behind Tyrande like dark lightning, in the roar of Illidan and Malfurion In the middle, Terion said softly:

"You don't want to become a demon...is it because of her? It's a pity that you put yourself in shackles...but this is a wrong destiny..."

The dark slashing sword in Tyrion's hand waved high, and Tyrande's face wrapped in the power of the moon **** was ashamed at this moment.

"Don't worry, I'll help you, correct it!"

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