Azeroth’s Death Track

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"This world is full of war, and the flames of anger from mortal hearts will eventually ignite the only peace, and the seeds of chaos have been buried as early as the birth of civilization. It absorbs malicious nutrients in time, and then again and again In the turbulent times of the world."

"Ignorant people insult us for being a group of war mads and destroyers, but we know that we are just protecting this fragile world in our own way."

"But the black hands hidden in the dark will not just give up their desire to destroy the world. They will pierce malicious tentacles from the ground, and will bring gloomy war from the stars. They are peeping into the world, and the world needs warriors. .."

"This world needs more...heroes!"

The Lord Lord sat in his chair, stretched his brows, and read the speech in his hand with a frustrated voice. He rubbed his chin and looked at the **** mother in a nightgown only with admiring eyes. Aurelia, he said to his wife:

"Listen to these poems written by our Dornan... I guess that little girl wanted her father to speak such a poetic speech in front of a group of war madmen. If it were not for me, I would revise it on the spot. , I will probably be laughed to death by those old knives who are used to life and death..."

"Children, I always like these very "just" and very "bright" statements. Maybe she wants to make her father's image bigger?"

Aurelia chuckled lightly. She carried two glasses of wine and walked to her husband. At the next moment, her slender waist was surrounded by the lord, and the nightgown on her body followed her perfect and smooth skin. Sliding to the ground, Tyrion pressed his forehead to his wife's cold forehead. He felt his bumpy body. He said softly:

"But you know, I don't actually need this bright image, I have never concealed myself, I am a villain..."

The lips of the two kissed together. In the tranquil atmosphere around them, the feelings of the undead couple flowed slowly. After a moment, Aurelia gently pushed her husband away and she reached out to help Terry. Ang smoothed her hair and touched her husband's face. She said softly:

"Your soldiers are still waiting for you, my lord..."

"You are the villain in everyone's eyes, but you are the hero in my heart...Go and continue to save the world."

"Do not..."

The **** wings spread behind the high lord. The wings, like a curtain, enveloped him and his wife. He said softly:

"Sometimes, my Aurelia... we can first... relax."

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While the Lord Lord and the Mother Lord enjoy the delightful two-person world, at the base of the Naraksha engine, three death lords are standing in the operation room of the base, watching the maintenance of the "Titan Man" structure. The whole process.

Several death knights who were responsible for maintaining the structure used a special tool to open a hidden passage behind the Tin Man, and then took out a bright blue light of the core of thinking, while others were in the other side of the structure. At the place, a mechanical core like a steel football was taken out, and the fine elemental light was wrapped around it, and the yellowish halo represented that the mechanical core had the strength of the earth.

Yrel explained to the Glokus and Danas Torbain around him how the structure works in front of him:

"In fact, it is not complicated at all. We can simply decompose it into three parts. The first is the rock body made by the Naraksha engine. This part can be replaced. According to the creation template we currently have, there are standard, You can choose from four types of assault, reconnaissance and defensive templates. This is the most basic and the easiest part."

The death lord flicked the cute little tail with a gem pendant. She reached over the shining mechanical core, and she handed it to Glokush around her. The orc death lord held the mechanical core in her hand. This gadget is heavier than he imagined, like an equal volume of refined iron.

"Isn't this thing artificially made?"

Danas looked carefully at the mechanical core in Glokus's hand. He asked:

"Such a delicate thing, even in the most sophisticated engineering laboratory in the Black Iron District, I have never seen it."

"Yes, the mechanical core is equivalent to the heart of a mortal for the structure. It is the source of power for the structure, uh... I change it, like an engine in a steam tank, without it , This structure cannot move."

Yrel told the two companions:

"Now there are 5,000 structures produced, but the production process of the mechanical core is very slow. At present, we only have 500 mechanical cores. The production of this thing depends on the Titan Guardian who cooperates with us. Even if they are willing to give us this skill, our best technicians will need several years to master the same mechanical creations skillfully."

"Moreover, the charging of the mechanical core requires the support of Titan energy..."

The Death Lord shrugged and put the mechanical core in his hand back to its original position:

"The Lord Lord is now trying to use death energy to power the core, but the experiment itself is progressing very slowly. The technology of the Titans is too much beyond this world, even the most powerful master craftsman in Azeroth, It takes a long time to learn to understand the principle of this mechanical operation."

"Then at the end is the core of thinking!"

Yrel took the palm-sized core of thought from the death knight. This thing looked like a shiny diamond. After she injected the power of death into it, Samara's soul would One of them jumped out, and the draenei banshee cheered, then hugged Yrel, and kissed him violently on Yrel's face.

This sudden move embarrassed Yrel, and the two death lords in front of him couldn't help but cut their heads away, and after sending away the exciting banshee Samara, Yrel looked as a companion as usual. Continue to introduce the core of thinking in her hand, but it can be seen from her tail flicking very quickly, she is also a bit embarrassed.

"If the mechanical core is the heart of the structure, then the core of thinking is the brain of the structure! It controls the laws of all activities of the structure!"

Yrel said softly:

"And the thinking cores of all our current constructs are blank. With only a little "weak" transformation, our best warriors can freely enter and exit this thinking core, and then manipulate powerful constructs, Fighting at a higher intensity, and the core of thinking is not the cage you think it is. It is just a simple place to stay. After the battle, the soul of the warrior can freely leave from it and enter the dead world to rest.

"As long as the core of thought is not damaged, the soul of the warrior will not be affected at all... this is actually like a power armor in another sense."

Yrel breathed a sigh of relief and said to the two death lords in front of him:

"The rock body is our "power armor", and the core of our thinking is our body. As long as the body is not injured and the power armor is damaged, we will change to another one. As long as the production capacity increases, then we no longer need to worry about the lack of troops. .."

"Well, it sounds perfect."

Glokus and Danas Torbain glanced at each other, Torbain rubbing his chin:

"But if there is such a perfection, then I believe that the Lord Lord does not need such a large invitation to so many soldiers to watch it. This thing must be "defective", right? And still the kind of defect that cannot be avoided?"

"Yes, it has!"

Tyrion’s voice appeared behind the three death lords, accompanied by the sound of the stick of fog slamming the ground. He stepped forward and reached for the core of thought in Yrel’s hand. Si says:

"That's why I will ask these soldiers for their opinions."

"Yrel told you that the soul of the warrior needs a little "transformation" to achieve fusion without conflict with the core of thinking, and this transformation...is irreversible!"

The lord said:

“The technology that carries the soul of the thinking core is inherited from the Titan of the Pantheon, and they are themselves rock and steel creations. The thinking core they make is not compatible with the souls of flesh and blood creatures, and once the souls of the warriors accept this kind of transformation "Once they have adapted to the soul patterns of the Titan creations, they represent their souls and can no longer return to their original bodies."

"This..."

A little hesitation flashed in Glokus' eyes:

"Lord Lord, IMHO, this means that the soldiers will say goodbye to all things in this world, and their ties with this world will be cut off. From then on, apart from operating the structure to the battlefield, they will Can only live in the dead world..."

"Yes, so I will also give these souls who have made a choice to have a permanent right to survive in the dead world."

The Lord Lord placed the core of his thinking in front of his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and said:

"They will become the first permanent residents of the dead world. If they still want to return to this world... then it is impossible, so this is a difficult choice. I will give them enough time to consider, and the ones in front of you Rock life, the structure of these rocks is just a "mechanical descend" test, do you understand? Glokus, after we complete the next phase of the battle plan, we will move towards the final goal. Stride!"

"That would be a stronger steel body than these rocks, that's what I imagined the final form of the Dark Blade Legion, landing on the battlefield of the gods with the spirit of a spirit, holding up the banner of the Dark Blade and sweeping through The enemy...but now."

Tyrion sighed:

"Now, I can only hope, or hope, that these rocks can be as firm as the heroes."

Glokus nodded. As a veteran of the Blade of the Legion, he had listened to Tyrion's plans for the future of the Blade of the Dark Legion a long time ago. Bold planning seems a little outlandish, but now, the lord has proved to his followers with his actual actions that as long as it is what he wants to do, he will definitely do it!

As for the choice left by the lords to the soldiers, Glokus will not express any opinion on this. In his view, the pursuit of victory by soldiers is a desire buried deep in the soul. In order to win, soldiers should pick out The weapon that suits you best is war, and war is war. If you want to win the war and end it, you must pay sacrifices and costs.

Now it is just throwing away the cold body, not completely annihilating the soul. Although this choice is cruel, it is not unacceptable.

However, unlike Glokus’s thinking, Danas Torbain considered another problem. This death lord, who has been active in Northrend this year, looked at Tyrion and asked softly. :

"We have seen the strength of this rock warrior, whether it is power, defense, or offensiveness, it is not comparable to the soldiers of the current Dark Blade Warrior, but I also saw a hidden worry from it, at least in the current Ai Zelas, there is no longer a force that can confront the Dark Edge Legion, so this legion that is about to form, you call it the Vanguard... What kind of battlefield will it be cast on? I am curious, Who will they fight against?"

Darnas' question made Terion laugh, and the lord looked at the rocky life where the mechanical core and the thinking core were taken out of his eyes, and he said softly:

"Are you worried that I will use such warriors in mortal wars? Are you worried that their world will be easily destroyed by such warriors?"

"Why do you have such an idea? Darnas, you should know me very well. If I want to destroy those civilizations, I don’t need such soldiers at all... I just need to tell Dai Lin that my tolerance for those idiots is already Reaching the limit, I believe that the Sea Devil is willing to help me clear those idiots...but I let them survive."

Tyrion’s fingers were beating above the Mist Stick, he said:

"Such a warrior, such a vanguard, will certainly not be able to use a civilization of Azeroth as an opponent, they will soon usher in their first battle, and that battlefield is among the stars we have never set foot on. Medium, but where exactly, I can’t give you an answer at this time, this... depends on the efficiency of some of our "friends."

The lord said to the dead lords around him:

"You see, not only are we working hard to make this world a better place, but there are many friends from other camps who are also willing to join this great cause. In short, be prepared, my Brothers and sisters, soon... soon we will be busy."

"That's our determination...that's our mission!"

Tyrion encouraged his subordinates, and at this moment, the slender body of the shadow appeared in the darkness not far away. Looking at the gesture made by the shadow, the expression of the high lord slightly changed. Riel says:

"Then, Yrel, take your colleague around in this base. They will stay here for a long time in the future. I... first deal with some other things."

After he finished speaking, the Lord of the Lord walked towards the shadow, and at the moment he stepped into it, the hoarse voice of the shadow came into his ear:

"Lord Lord, Bangsandi's messenger... is here! She came alone, and it is said that she brought the final answer of Death...Do you need to see her now?"

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