Azeroth’s Death Track

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The portal that has been prepared for a long time has obtained a precise transmission coordinate. Under the control of the Sindra masters, the five large portals opened at almost the same time.

Wearing a black uniform, riding boots, fast-firing pistols, black gloves, and a slightly eccentric beret, the Director of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, level 10 agent Maiev Shadowsong raised his wrist and looked at the machine At the time the watch was pointing, a flash of light flashed in the dark red eyes under the beret, and Maiev's finger pointed forward.

""Vicious Albatross" has completed his task, and the road to the Hall of Origin has been cleared!"

"Marais and Mai Lin, take people to clear the periphery of the temple! Arrange the defense belt!"

"Cordana, Annaya, come with me!"

"Now, the battle begins!"

At the order of Maiev, the 500 dark-edged agents who were ready to go, under the leadership of their respective leaders, rushed to the portal in front of them, and Maiev took the bat-like moon blade from Konadar with the cold light, she Looked left and right, and then walked through the portal as before when the watchman performed the task.

With a flash of light in front of her, Mai Wei appeared outside the upper dunes of the Hall of Origin between a slight dizziness. She felt the softness of the quicksands under her feet, and her keen senses sensed that this had just been bombarded by meteorite. Under Maiev's instruction, the dark-edged agent in the black uniform flooded the corners of the temple with a very professional attitude, like a mercury gully.

The pirates who were still trying to resist were easily taken over, like chopping melons and vegetables, all the important intersections were surrounded, the simple defense belts produced in the black iron zone were erected in various areas of the temple, and some agents held Weird magical instruments look for traps and cursed items in the temple, and there are special people who will deal with these things.

Catherine's subordinates who were cursed because they rashly touched the gold nuggets in the temple were stunned by the agents and locked in the already cleared field.

Looking at the sudden appearance of this group of murderous characters, it is not easy to provoke people at first sight. Dr. Harrison Jones could not help but feel a little nervous, but he still guarded Catherine in front of manly, but the doctor was curious Yes, these agents come and go, busy with their own affairs, but no one comes to control them both.

It's as if the two of them do not exist...

"You can't do this!"

Jin Di Spark's iconic screaming sounded not far away, and the dwarf was arguing with an agent trying to take her rucksack:

"That's my study notes! Give it back to me quickly. Without that, I can't pass the examination of the high-level master!"

The gnome was sane, and she did not intend to express the proud “unyielding” of the mages in the face of the agents with live ammunition, but Harrison heard the screams of his companions, he planned to help in the past, but was pulled by Catherine On the wrist, the female pirate looked around at the agents, she said to Dr. Jones:

"Don't go to the heroes, just bring it here! Fools, these are the Blades of Darkness...The Legion of Darkness, do you know?"

"Catherine Ruinweval!"

The female pirate hadn't had time to say anything to her boyfriend. An indifferent voice rang right in front of her eyes. It was a uniformed, blood-stained Sahelian elf. It was the one who gave her the task before departure. Senior Agent Ms. Marais.

"Come with me, Albatross, the sir wants to see you."

Marais stared blankly at Catherine in front of her and the man next to her. From their current state, Marais could probably guess their relationship with each other, and according to the information currently collected by the Dark Edge Intelligence Bureau, The man in front of him should be the master of archaeology in the human empire, Dr. Harrison Jones.

And "Vicious Albatross", this is the codename of "Blade" Catherine in the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau.

Catherine took a deep breath. She knew that the time to decide her fate was coming. She stood up, sighed with regret, and then said calmly to the nervous Harrison:

"Don't forget the promise you gave me, my Harrison...don't worry, it will end soon, soon."

"Did you attract them?"

And Harrison's concern was another question. He looked at his girlfriend and glared fiercely at Marais standing in front of him. He whispered and asked:

"Did they force you to work for them? These bastards."

"It's hard to explain, my Harrison, just stay here..."

Catherine didn't know how to explain to Harrison her complicated relationship with the Dark Edge Intelligence Bureau. She could only appease:

"Good boy, stay here. When I come back, I will explain everything to you. I swear..."

"Do not!"

Those who can become archaeologists and move around in all sorts of weird tombs all day are certainly not cowards, especially in the case of love, Dr. Harrison's big man's mentality burst this time, he stood up and caught Having lived Catherine's cold hands, he bravely said to Agent Malest:

"I want to go with her!"

"Oh?"

Marais narrowed his eyes and deliberately asked in a nasty voice:

"Why?"

"because..."

Dr. Jones looked back at Catherine. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Because she is my wife! I have this power!"

Catherine's cheeks were flushed by Jones's words, but the spicy female pirate seemed very docile at the moment, and did not refute this statement.

"well!"

A strange smile flashed on Marais's face, and she shrugged:

"Come on, this brave man...I hope you will be scared for a while."

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While holding each other's hands and walking into the inner layer of the temple together, Harrison Jones saw a back-to-back, standing in front of a statue of Towel that was shining with golden light in the whole body, but was not activated. Man, the man was holding a weird staff with a white prayer flag and an exquisite sapphire bell wrapped around its top.

It was an antiquities style that had never been seen by the well-known Dr. Harrison.

And beside the man, there was a tall figure wearing a long hood and covering his body with his cloak. The two of them were talking. On the other side of the temple, Master Luo Ning sat calmly on a quilt. The cleaned temporary chair was sipping tea, and Archmage Ansrem Luinwevor sat next to Ronin. After seeing his daughter, the white-haired archmage flashed suddenly. A little nervous.

On the other side of the temple, there was a woman in a uniform, indifferent face, staring at Ronin and Ansrem without saying a word, like a jailer guarding a prisoner.

"This is Anhur."

In the cloak, Lei introduced the delicate Towel stone sculpture to Terion:

"This is one of the most successful guardian constructs I have made in the Naraksha engine. It is endowed with the ultimate light affinity by the engine. When it is in this specially constructed shrine, it also attracts I have placed it here to prevent the intruders who try to enter the hall of origin from the power of this temple’s energy operation. It now appears that Anhur fulfilled his mission as a temple guard."

"Oh? It looks very precise."

Tyrion nodded. He carefully looked at the obsidian sculpture with the pharaoh mask in front of him. After a while, he whispered:

"I've always been curious. What template did you use when you made the Towels? This thing doesn't look like the image of the guardians of the Titans... The human-shaped black panther with wings, this is weird. ."

"This question is actually very easy to answer."

Lai said calmly:

"The database of the Pantheon records the templates of hundreds of millions of life forms in the stars. I just selected one of the templates that I looked more pleasing to the eye, and the race from which the Towels’ life template originated... has disappeared. In the burning expeditions carried out by the demons, in fact, the billions of life templates in the Pantheon database have probably died out by two thirds of the burning expeditions to the present."

"This is a disaster among the stars...hopefully, we can end it completely this time."

Lai gave a deep emotion, and he looked back at Catherine and Harrison behind him. He said to Tyrion:

"Your guests are here, and I will not disturb your conversation... I will activate the Titanic creation in the lower part of the temple. After you finish things here, I will show you the entire furnace of origin..."

"Well, go busy."

Tyrion waved his hand and watched Lei walk into the depths of the temple, and wherever the great guardian went, all the dark roads lit up for him. This myth seemed like a scene that all the people present could endure His eyes widened, even Luo Ning, who didn't like the Dark Blades much, began to think about the identity of the mysterious man.

The Titan Temple is undoubtedly full of danger, but the hooded man walking here is like walking in his own home...So, who is he?

"Ah, now let's talk about your business."

Tyrion turned around, and he nodded the stick of mist in his hand on the ground. He looked at Dr. Harrison Jones, who looked dignified in front of him, and the frightened Miss Catherine. He said softly:

"I don't waste much time here, so let's make a long story short."

"Miss Catherine, three months ago, you contacted us through the Dark Edge Consortium, and wanted to get from us the way to save your poor, dying father’s life, so we made a deal, greedy Of you also long for immortality, so before the deal is concluded, you temporarily modify it."

The voice of the High Lord changed both the faces of Archmage Ansrem and Miss Catherine. The gray-haired old Master did not know how to deal with this matter.

His life should have been very long, but when the demon invaded Dalaran at that time, the archmage was injured and has not recovered. In addition, the reconstruction of New Dalaran has cost him too much effort In order to further aggravate the condition of Archmage Ansrem, he predicted that he would not survive next fall, so he told this news to his daughter, his only relative.

But he never thought that his rebellious daughter would dare to deal with a demon like Dark Blade in order to save himself...

"You found the Hall of Origin for us precisely in the vast desert, and dedicated it to us before other forces intervened."

The high lord looked at the pirate lady with admiration, and said softly:

"You did what you promised. This is good. Now, I should fulfill our promise..."

Tyrion turned his head to look aside, sitting at the side of the archmage guarded by Maiev Ansrem Ruinwevol, he asked calmly:

"So, Archmage Ansrem, are you ready to accept "eternal life"? I can understand the concerns of you, so I will give you three options."

"First, like your friend Khadgar, transforming into an immortal lich will give you enough time to study your favorite magic."

"Second, use the "Blood Energy Transformation" ritual developed by the Sindra elves to become a high-level blood clan. Although the magical power will not increase, it will retain your still fresh senses."

"Finally, by my own hands, turning you into a high-level undead, you will lose most of your spell-casting abilities, but you will be replaced by an absolutely healthy and powerful body... Well, you will become the new death lord, and in In the world of the dead, you can live like now until the day of eternity comes..."

"Now, make a choice."

Faced with the question thrown by the high lord, the old old wizard Ansrem stood up. He leaned on the staff and glanced at his daughter. He sighed and said to Tyrion:

"So, I chose to refuse! I was born as a human being, and I want to die as a human being... Not everyone will be greedy for immortality, my daughter loves me, I am very honored, very moved, but I am very sorry, I No need for this heavy..."gift"."

"Ok?"

The Lord Lord frowned, and he said to the Archmage in front of him:

"You may not have heard the choices I gave you... Lord Ansrem."

"Am I the three options I gave you, did you really "give up"?"

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