Azeroth’s Death Track

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"My children..."

"Darkness is eroding my heart...I don't know how long I can stay awake, I can only leave messages in this way..."

"Something happened to Ulduar that I don't know. This sacred place has fallen..."

"The guardians are killing each other, everything is crazy, I am keeping in the greenhouse of life... this last species storage sandbox in Azeroth."

"I can hear them roaring to rush out of the ground, they want to twist all this..."

"Children, if you can hear... help me!"

"My life and death are not important, but the greenhouse of life...can't fall. Once the furnace of origin is activated, this is the beginning of a new life...it must be protected!"

"Children...please forgive me for giving you this important task, please forgive my selfishness..."

"But I... I have no trusted people to trust... Tyre is dead, God, everything is over..."

On the sunburned stone pillars of the Sorrah Basin, all wild demigods gathered here, and on the stone platform in front of them, the turbid green seed shone with the haggard face of Ms. Freya, the guardian of life , And her intermittent voice and entrustment.

From Freya's voice, the demigods of the wild can feel the panic in the heart of this "mother", and from her low, hoarse voice, they can feel the last will of Ms. Freya.

Yes, she seems to have made the worst plan, leaving a message of help to her most trusted "children", and that was the only person she could trust at that time.

However, this message was late...25,000 years.

"why?"

The bearish character Ursol, the brother of the giant bear **** Uzok, looked at the green seed and asked:

"Why did the "mother" ask for help 20,000 years ago and we didn't receive it until now?"

"At that time we were scattered around the world, and at that time, the creator's several ecological parks were strangely closed... I remember very well."

Tortura, the turtle demigod in the wild demigods called the "wise man", said slowly:

"They were reopened when the night elves resisted the invasion of the Burning Legion, and they were forcibly opened because of the explosion of the Well of Eternity... Mother's letter of help has been sealed in the Sorrah Basin... When it sees the sun again, you...you are all dead in the battle of the ancients."

"So, we are 10,000 years late."

Wolf God Goldling said in a low voice:

"We have nothing to do in the emerald dream, and let the poor mother wait lonely in that cage again for ten thousand years... what are we waiting for now?"

"Slay into Ulduar! Rescue her!"

"Don't take it easy!"

This time it was the elves and the mother of the forest, Aisina. The elf-shaped demigod said in a gentle voice:

"Mother warned us that there is a dark force in Auduar that she can't fight against, and we are all weak now and rush into it...very dangerous, but there is the seal of the ancient god...Yug-Sa Long. And the message left by the mother has already said very clearly that the guardians of the Titans like her may have been manipulated by the dark power of the ancient gods. This is a problem we must consider."

"Agamemagan! You are the only one of us who has fought against the ancient gods head-on, and you have helped mortals kill Cthune, and now tell us... **** an ancient god?"

Uzok the giant bear turned his head to look at the wild boar demigods around him, and Agammagan grunted a few times, then said reluctantly:

"No... it's not a mortal killing, nor me... this is a secret, but now the situation is special, let me just say it, rely on us, kill the body of the ancient **** at most, but we can't get rid of it The scarier soul of the void creature..."

"Then were you last time?"

"It's Tyrion, the prince of darkness, the commander of death."

Agamagan turned his head away, and seemed a little ashamed, and some embarrassedly said:

"It was Tyrion and I who joined together to kill Cthune. That death took away the soul of the ancient god. He said that in fact, even him, there is no way to kill an ancient god... Moreover, according to the current situation, Yogg-Saron may be much stronger than Xun, after all, it has corroded the entire Titan City."

Agamamagan's words silenced all the demigods, and no one expected that there was such a story behind the last killing of Cthune.

"You need foreign aid! Obviously!"

A sharp voice interrupted the silence of the demigods, and An Su Qiao quacked standing on the stone pillar with Rukma and said:

"It's time to let go of the meaningless self-esteem in your heart, brothers and sisters, if you want to save your mother, you must cooperate with your disgusting Tyrion, and we have reason to believe that the guy must have reached into Audu. Airy, of course, if you can’t hold your face, I can be your messenger..."

An Su flapped his wings:

"As long as you can promise some... strange requests from that guy, that guy is happy to help, he actually... well, how to say, is a very generous person."

At this moment, An Su has become the spokesperson of Tyrion in the wild demigod group. Looking at it with pride, Rukma pecked on the wings of An Su fiercely and made it quiet.

This idiot cannot see the current form at all. The demigods are not forced into a dead end like they did last time. They represent life, and they will never bow to Tyrion, who represents death... It has nothing to do with personality and experience. , Purely the impact of two opposing forces.

"I think we actually have another option."

The slow turtle demigod said:

"We should probably invite our four "partners" far away from Pandaria. They are stronger than us. If they are added, this should become simpler, and we don’t have to kill the ancients. God, as long as the mother is rescued... the threat of the ancient **** can be given to those who are more capable to have a headache...such as..."

Tortola, the wise man, glanced at Ansu, a hint of cunning flashed in his turtle's eyes:

"For example, the mysterious and powerful Lord Tyrion!"

"But we have nothing to do with them."

Black Panther Ashaman said with some concern:

"Before Pandaria reappeared, we hardly knew that we still had four such powerful companions...they were not creatures shaped by their mothers, they had a closer relationship with other guardians, and it was hard to say whether they would help."

"Relax, they will help."

The tortoise demigod said confidently:

"It’s about the gods and guardians of the ancients, it’s about the war of chaos and order, as long as they also recognize that they are part of the Titan creation system, they are duty-bound...you go to the storm cliff first, and those who try to enter Odu The mortal legions of the United States unite, and those mortals have the ability to help us and help them break the door of Ulduar!"

"I will go to Pandaria at the fastest speed...I will convince them, but before I come back, warn those mortals not to go too deep into Ulduar, the dark power in them may be more terrible than they thought. some."

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The arrival of the mysterious and powerful wild demigods has greatly boosted the confidence of the civilized coalition camp whose morale is already soaring.

The commanders of the coalition forces held a simple "greeting ceremony" for these wild demigods coming from afar, watching the powerful beasts that existed in myths and legends walked into themselves like gods with graceful steps In the camp, the soldiers watching around gave out loud cheers.

Especially when the Arkamagan, the razor boar **** who helped the coalition forces in the battle of Silithus, played, the soldiers who participated in the battle of quicksands constantly threw the ribbons in their hands in the air, in this way Welcome the return of "old comrades".

The idea of ​​the mortal soldiers was simple. The last time in the desert of Silithus, Agamagan helped the mortal heroes to kill the terrible ancient **** Khun, this time in the battle of Ulduar, they May face another terrifying evil **** again, then with the help of Agamagan again, this time the war may also be able to survive with no danger.

However, they did not know that Agamamagan was also drumming up and down at this time... This thick boar does not think that he can turn a head of the ancient god.

My family knows their own affairs, but the problem is that at this moment, Agamamagan is not allowed to tell the secret to everyone... that would make morale collapse.

And the wild gods are now in the position of Azeroth's natural faith, to be honest, it is a bit embarrassing.

The Cenarion Circle has a deep relationship with them, but their resurrection is operated by the Blight Order. In the face of the differences and contradictions between the two Druids, the wild gods can only choose to be neutral, not biased towards any. On the one hand, fortunately, the current Emerald Dream has also become a lot quieter due to the collapse of Nordrassil. The druids who can enter it are all masters with very high magic skills, and the masters are also very well-conserved. This will prevent the faith disputes in this world from continuing into the Emerald Dream.

But if this continues, there will inevitably be a war of faith between two different natural beliefs... By that time, no matter who wins or loses, the momentum of the natural path will flourish.

But this is also something that can't be helped...

The Demigod of the Wild is almost the last reinforcement in the Azeroth civilized world to participate in the upcoming Ulduar War. A war against the Titan City is about to start, and outside the battlefield of dignified killing, The lord, who was painstakingly studying the science of creation, also got news about the wild gods participating in the war.

This news was sent by An Su's raptor Druid Patriarch, Miss Hisari. Black Crow in the night, which was also mixed with An Su's... some small "suggestions" about this war.

"Ah, the traitor is terrible..."

Lord Lord put down the obscure and complex Titanic books in his hand and opened Ansu’s letter. He looked at Ansu’s quirky proposals and he couldn’t help saying:

"What's going on with this guy? I didn't let it help me to attract those demigods...this is, selling teammates is addictive...what a terrible crow."

"but..."

Tyrion put down the letter. He narrowed his eyes and reached out and pinched his neck. He whispered:

"Ansu's suggestion is a bit interesting. How can death and death be the winner? Should we defeat the "evil" death, shouldn't the "justice" life be attacked? , A trap!"

"Yes! One of my favorite traps!"

"Ms. Hella will definitely like this "party" very much. I have so many "cute" animal partners to make her happy. Shouldn't she feel happy?"

The big lord’s fingers circled the envelope. After a while, a perfect plan was formed in his mind. He leaned on the chair. After thinking for a while, he wrote a reply in handwriting, and then made a whistle. A ghost owl that appeared looming in the night, like a living creature carved from a perfect jadeite, appeared on his shoulder.

He fed a few pieces of soul stone to the owl moon claw that had been domesticated for nearly ten years, and then tied the reply to the owl's leg and patted the moon claw's head. At the next moment, the owl was silent Flew into the darkness, and instantly disappeared into the night.

After doing all this, the Lord Lord picked up the obscure Titanic books at hand and began to frown to study the knowledge of creation... and in the corner of the laboratory behind him, there were all kinds of bad steel The samples of the structure, those weird things are like a hundred times uglier than the most chaotic ancient **** creations, like the dead bodies of a group of molluscs without spine evolution.

Even a glance will make people feel malicious from the world...

But fortunately, the Lord Lord is a person who is good at learning. In just a few days, he has been able to create a structure that can walk on at least two legs, and in the field of creation, knowledge is power, and practice can produce real knowledge. , So now, read the lights at night, study tirelessly...it really makes the lord feel...

"Happy" duck!

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