Azeroth’s Death Track

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The scene of drastic changes in the world makes the whole world uproar.

And in the ruins of Mount Hyjal, Tyrion washed his hands in the pool water of Natan that was derived from the well water of the Well of Eternity. He raised his head and looked at the sky in the valley not far from the ruins The light of the dark moon.

Compared to the silver moon veil that the night elves once worshipped, that dark moonlight was full of different meanings. It was like a kill before the war started, like a cloud of destruction, like a roar at the time of killing. , Like the burning of the fire of revenge.

That is the moonlight that has nothing to do with "peace", it represents the beginning of a civilized transformation.

Tyrion flicked his finger and asked in a low voice:

"Your freshly released Night Warrior, will come to me for revenge... Do you want me to kneel to greet the sword that she cut down, or to be slain by her to show the greatness of the Moon God?"

"This joke is not funny..."

Elune responded in Tyrian’s mind:

"You only need one exit, so that my children still believe that hope is right in front, nothing more."

"Um, you sound unhappy?"

Tyrion moved his shoulders and wrists. It seemed that he was preparing for a battle. He asked casually:

"How? Educating the bear child makes you feel exhausted?"

"I just think... it's cruel to let them grow in this way."

"cruel?"

Listening to Elune, Tyrion sneered:

"Compared to the time when the end comes, let them die in the prayer of incompetence, it is worthless, compared to the destruction of the world, you can not protect the despair of the civilization born of you, this pain caused by mortal war is you Call it cruel? Elune... I know that in the concept of the Titan race, you are just a child, but listen to me, in my eyes, the most need to grow is not your children, but yourself !"

"You end up having an inevitable battle with Sargeras, look at you now, and then look at the means by which the dark Titan cleans the universe. Do you really think that such a naive you have a chance to win?"

"That's not the future I want!"

Elune's tone also became stronger:

"I was born to be a Protoss, but I can't choose it. If I can, I don't want to fight my death with my brother who was in a ruin fantasy!"

"What's the use of saying this to me?"

Tyrion yawned in a beating tone. He said slowly:

"The best thing about this tragic story is that Elune, not I chose you, but your compatriots chose you, they imposed this impossible mission on you, and you have to Do it unless you are willing to be hacked to death by Sargeras... will you?"

Elune did not speak, but this silence also represented a kind of acquiescence.

In this world, no one is truly free. Even a Titan that is more powerful than a **** has its own cruel destiny.

"But rest assured, little Elune."

Tyrion saw the warrior rushing out of the dark beam of light. His fingers waved forward, and the heavy ash messenger appeared in his hand. He said to Elune:

"I'll be on your side, and I don't want to be hacked to death by Sargeras, so you still have a chance of winning... Speaking, how much power do you infuse Tyrande? This energy fluctuation, Looks weird?"

"Not much! Tyrande is no longer talented, just a mortal..."

Elune reverberates in Tyrion’s mind with a sly voice:

"But if you don't care, you might be beaten by her... let's finish the scene well, Tyrion, we will talk about the rest..."

"Also...thank you."

Faced with Protoss’ gratitude, the Lord Lord just shook his head and did not comment on it. Elune was not clear about the future “road of growth” that Tyrion had arranged for her. If she knew it, she would definitely not Thank him so simple.

"No pain, where is it strong?"

The lord's wrists turned, and the heavy ash messenger uttered a hissing anticipation of battle. In the messy battlefield in front of Tyrion, Tyrande, who was completely transformed into a night warrior, descended from the sky in the form of a valkyrie. The moment the power of the dark moon hit the ground, the entire battlefield was like a stone bombarded by the warhammer, and it broke apart in a quarter.

In the energy collision like an earthquake, Tyrande was a warrior in the center of the broken earth. Her armor and dress had been completely transformed into an armor engraved with dark moon runes, her face It is no longer the green magic pattern painted by the priests, replaced by a plain face, but around the eyes, like the smoky makeup, covered with the power of the dark moon.

Under the reshaping of the dark moon, the white feather war bow in her hand became a double-edged war halberd. On both sides of the halberd, there were sharp moon blade-shaped blades. At first glance, it looked like A silver war sickle, and on that sharp blade, the lingering power of the dark moon formed a sharper energy blade, just like Tyrande was wielding a black beheaded sickle.

On her body, a black halo reshaped from the dark moon phases enveloped the armor, like a thicker armor, and the misty lingering force was full of killing and destructive, Tyrande was given a layer of cold temperament.

When she looked up and opened her eyes, the pure black eyes made people feel a chill.

"The Lord of Death..."

Tyrande said softly in an extremely hoarse voice:

"I'll...revenge!"

Facing this challenge, Tyraine put the shadow blade that differentiated the sky and the shadow in front of him, his fingers rubbed the heavy blade, and in the wave motion of his fingertips, a shadow of the dark sword cut through the air and sent out like With the wind-like roar, he stretched out his finger, hooked his finger on Tyrande, and said in a calm and emotionless voice:

"Then come... let me see your revenge, sharp enough."

"boom"

The ground at Tyrande's feet shattered again under the eruption of the power of the dark moon. She rushed towards Tyrion just like a female leopard from Mercedes. The dark eyes were full of cold murderous intentions. Under the eruption of the night power that I just got, Tyrande charged the road as if it had been cut by a sharp knife. The ground was cracked and the bricks and stones were scattered. The momentum was like those violent warriors.

Tyrande at this moment is not elegant, even seemingly rude, but under the charge of this kind of warrior, she also put a layer of heroic spirit on her.

"clang"

The Night Warrior’s charge came to an abrupt halt between weapon collisions. Tyrion’s body, which stood in front of Tyrande’s eyes, did not waver, just like the solid mountains. Suppressed in place, so that the female warrior's force that was not used well was poured back into her body and passed to the ground under her feet.

"boom"

Like the sound of a cannonball exploding, at the moment the earth mixed with ashes exploded, Tyrion's wrist turned over and pushed Tyrande holding the battle sickle in both hands.

"Good momentum..."

The Lord Lord shook his wrist, and he looked at Tyrande:

"The combat skills are just a little bit off. IMHO, Tyrande, you are wielding the warrior's blade in the way of a priest. You are a beginner. You have to learn, obviously there are many..."

Tyrion was slightly lowered, and a cold look flashed in his ice-blue eyes. He whispered:

"But fortunately, I can take some time out when I am busy... Let me teach you how to hold a knife!"

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After 15 minutes, the Lord Lord returned to the dead realm. He took off his rotten swordsman's robe, and then looked at the staggered sword marks on his chest. In the surge of death energy, this wound was fast. Dissipation.

"Um... learning is pretty fast..."

This is a set "exit". Regardless of Tyrande's strength, Tyrion must be "repelled" by the first night warrior's counterattack in order to continue to demonstrate the strength of the moon **** Elune.

But the Lord Lord did not take this "exit" into his mind. He quickly walked to his castle. In the center of the previously empty deserted wilderness, there was an extra one that was burned in flames. The giant tree stands on the new earth, and the power belonging to this dead world is transforming it.

The burned branches will eventually be reborn in ashes, and the tree of the world that originally represented life will also occupy a very important position in the order of the dead world...it will be the core of Tyreon’s planning for the dead world. On the one hand, with this world tree capable of extracting and transforming energy, Tyrion’s dead world will completely get rid of the plight of "dead water" and become a "hell" that can truly transfer souls.

Of course, all this planning will take time...

"You will eventually become this ring!"

Under the world tree that had just been transplanted into the dead world and was quickly dying under the influence of the power of the dead world, Tyraon put his finger on the burnt dry bark. He raised his head and looked at it as if from The big tree recovered from the coal pile, under the watch of the dead lord, this world tree with its own consciousness seemed to be shaking.

It is terrified because it does not know what kind of future it will have under the intervention of Tyrion.

"Don't be afraid...the painful memories have passed, and the meaningless ten thousand years of life have passed..."

Tyrion said softly:

"From today, Nordrassil, you will use your sturdy branches to support a new era...a perfect era born out of the ashes of the fire of war!"

The shadow appeared in a ghost-like manner behind Tyrion. She said to Tyrion softly:

"Ms. Mawei "please" is back, she is now resting in the castle, a powerful watchman like her must be transformed by you personally... but she is very uncooperative, even after losing her life, she is still that stubborn Warden."

"That's all minor issues."

Tyrion did not look back. He removed his hand from the bark of Nordrassil. He patted the ashes in his hand. He said:

"I believe that Maiev finally understands the path we have taken and she will eventually join our justice, just like you. Are our guests, Ms. Ysera ready?"

Shadow nodded:

"Ms. Ysera was very painful and very angry because she lost her love, and she was willing to cooperate with us..."

"well!"

The lord flicked his finger:

"The boring war in this world is over, it's time to step into the battlefield of nightmare... I hope, that place, those new enemies can act firm and tenacious enough... Let us fight well."

And at the moment when Tyrion planned and prepared for a new war, in the ruins of the Holy Mountains of Hyjal he had just left, Tyrande was half kneeling on a land that was completely torn by power. As the beauty of the Holy Land of Kadore, when you look around, there are desolate ruins and those dead bodies in the ruins.

The Night Warrior’s armor is covered with scars from the power of death. From the scars, Tyrion has at least 3 chances to kill her directly, but the death tyrant did not do that, and Tyrande’s last blow Even though Tyrion’s chest was torn open, the Night Warrior knew very well that it was definitely not a fatal wound for a person who waved to death.

He took the initiative to retreat...

Not because of Tyrande’s threat, Tyrande, who initially accepted the power of the Night Warrior, is not a threat to Tyrion, who has infiltrated the core power of death.

Tyrande knew it all, but she couldn't tell the truth.

Behind her, the elves who survived the death war on the eve of dawn saw the scene of Tyrande knocking Tyrion back. In the state of extreme loss of the world tree, Tyran The emergence of Germany and Tyrande's rescue gave them new confidence and hope to continue.

At the moment when the halo dispersed in the dark moon disappeared, when the sun shone again on the ruined battlefield of Mount Hyjal, the surviving elves silently crossed the body of their companions and stood on the ground half kneeling on the ground. Behind Rand, they looked at their leader with a complicated look. They were at a loss. They did not know how to deal with the loss of eternal life.

For the death that is bound to come, the death that has been unfamiliar for 10,000 years, everyone is dazed, there is a trace of fear that can’t be concealed in the daze, the fear of death, the fear of the old, and the limited life The fear is a kind of urgency, a sense of urgency of life instinct.

Tyrande could feel the gaze behind her. She propped her body up with her war sickle. Under the sunlight, her shadow was pulled by the elders. She turned around and looked at her people. She looked To the confusion in the eyes of the people, the anxiety of her eyes, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to speak. After hesitating for a few minutes, Tyrande's hoarse voice sounded in this ruined holy place, and it was not generous. There is no despair.

Like the calmness when speaking to the people on weekdays, she said softly:

"I know, you are very confused. I know that Cadore is no longer immortal since last night. I know that you are in pain and despair."

"You want to get the hope of living from me, and I want to hear from you that last night was just a nightmare. When the dream wakes up, we will still live happily in the forest of Mount Hyjal..."

"but not!"

The moment when Tyrande's voice fell, the sobbing of some fragile soldiers rang, and this painful sobbing infected others, making the already bad atmosphere even more bleak.

After a few seconds of calm, Tyrande took a deep breath, and the sun shone on her dusty and scarred face, covering the former moon sacrifice with a halo of sunlight:

"The disaster has already happened, my fellow citizens, Kadore’s eternal life is over, we have been out of the world for too long... it’s time to really enter this world... we don’t have much time to grieve, not too much Time to miss the past, look around you, your fellow citizens, and the people are waiting for us to return the news of victory..."

"Go, converge the body of your companion and prepare to start a new life."

Tyrande was silent, she whispered:

"We have lost too much, and we cannot allow those we still have to be taken away! From now on, we must be strong, from now on, no disaster can knock us down, from now on, even if we lose The most important thing, but Cadore will still not live with his head down!"

"Remember this pain! Remember this shame! Sisters, from now on, we are all soldiers..."

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