Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Bang bang"

The continuous sound of swaying on the ground echoed the deep voices in the deepest caves of Ulduar. This was in the dark cavern that was only separated by a wall from the last seal of Yogg-Saron. Has been cleaned by the hardworking Darkblade Knights.

Every well-armed knight here knows clearly that his boss is a clean person. He hates a messy battlefield, which will make him feel bad. In the current Azeroth, there is no madman, Will be willing to see the boss when he is in a bad mood... that is what must be avoided, especially at this moment.

The most trusted death lords are on the periphery, guaranteeing that no one will break into this area that has been completely martial, and Tyrion is sitting on the dark blue throne that he has shaped with death energy until this moment. , Lord Lord is still busy with some official affairs. He is holding a plan with only a code name and no name. He is turning page by page. This is an operation planned by the Dark Edge Intelligence Bureau. The Lord Lord is just Mentioned the goal, did not intervene at all.

On the one-foot table made of ice at his hand, there are several other plans.

Therefore, the leader has never been a simple position, even before he was about to lift the knife and open the film, he had to deal with the work at hand.

And on the other side of the throne of the high lord, deeper in this crypt, the big guardian Lai is playing a game with the last Krasis general Vyzax loyal to Yogg-Saron." Friendly "talk".

The two parties were very devoted to the conversation, the talk was full of blood, the flesh and blood of the talk, the talk of the talk, and the tragic talk of the world...

Twenty-five thousand years ago, it was the two brothers of Vizax who, under the dark command of Yogg-Saron, killed Lei’s brother Tyre in Tirisfal Glades, which is now known. The only guardian who died heroically, this news made the awakening Lai extremely painful. The unbearable self-blame was transformed into uncontrollable anger and absolute killing in this dark crypt.

Lai is not a person who likes to use weapons to resolve disputes. He is completely different from his brother, the militant Odin, but it is such a sensible guardian who, after his anger has risen, shows the fighting power and the indifferent slaughter and blow. And it's really eye-opening... As for General Vizax, who would feel sad for its death?

Not even its owner, Yogg-Saron, the final result of the dark and fallen creature is so miserable... Even if it is dead, no one misses it, of course, considering the unique life form of Krassis, even In order to completely destroy the big guardian Lai who really played hard, it takes some effort to completely destroy it, but it does not matter, this is what Lai wants to do.

Only between the flesh and blood of the ugly creature in front of him, in its screams, can the great guardian feel that the squeezed heart is slightly relaxed...he is not a vicious soul He is not happy with cruelty, but now, he is willing to extend this sentence a little bit, not to torture his opponent, but to make the Krassi in front of him become a whetstone, sharpening the sharpness of Lei’s sharper, Until...to face Yogg-Saron!

Then he will vent all the pain, all the anger, all the daze... all vented!

However, everything, whether it is happiness or pain, is a process, and there is a process, there is a result, there is a beginning, there is an end, after screaming for nearly 30 minutes, the dark creatures that do nothing evil finally ushered in The final relief... Lei's "benevolent" sword severed its neck, and then lifted the ugly head with **** spine from the body of this clasis.

The white spine dragged on the ground, and between Lei's walks, there was a low collision sound, and a green trace filled with corrosive liquid was pulled out...it looked very strange.

Lei narrowed his body. He carried the same reduced skull. His metal fingers were moving. He looked at the lord who leaned on the throne and flipped through the complicated documents. At this moment, the big guardian looked at The Lord’s eyes became complicated.

"I... intend to give it to you."

Lai said softly:

"This is a loot. In the memory left by the Titans, giving a loot is a way of showing kindness, because without you, all this...new goals, new missions, happy revenge, and duty Real fulfillment is impossible...I thank you, Tyrion, all my brothers will thank you."

The high lord glanced at the skull that belonged to Kratis in Lai's hand, and he shook his head:

"Thank you, I got it. You keep it for yourself... It doesn't fit the aesthetics of my wife and me. If I hang this thing in the bedroom, the child will be scared to sleep. "

The Lord’s answer made the big guardian Lai Jiong, who had a complex emotion in his heart, but considering that the Lord might be telling the truth, Lai did not show a very angry look, he grabbed it with his left hand. The dark green steel war sword wrapped with thunder light appeared in the hand.

He pressed the skull in his hand on the hilt in a rude form, swallowed by the scorching flame of the thunderbolt, and soon, the skull of Nassiras was "printed" on the sword. In the surge of the shaper's power, it became the unique decoration of this broad-bladed war sword. The slender white spine extended in the center of the sword body, which added a bit of domineering to this brave blade.

"Well, it looks like a soldier."

The Lord Lord was watching the scene. He supported his chin with his left hand and commented softly:

"That's it, let your anger flow, let your extraordinary power be used by you, let that lofty goal become your motivation, and then simply kill everything that blocks and blocks... such you are already qualified with I'm traveling."

"Then my brother Odin definitely fits the image of a warrior in your mind."

Lai waved the war sword in his hand, and in the wind breaking sound of thunder with lightning, he said softly:

"He is the best warrior among us, and some of his ideas are similar to yours. After solving the troubles of Ulduar, maybe we should go and release him from that long prison, and he will also We will dedicate strength to our just cause and he will not refuse it."

"Odin?"

Hearing the name, a sneer flashed on the Lord’s face, and he shook his head:

"No, he is not suitable, he is just a tyrant, a superficial warrior, I don't trust him, I will use my way... to transform him."

"Ok?"

Lei blinked, and he asked:

"Why do you have this idea?"

"Because I can't believe a monster that can distort his adopted daughter by himself!"

The Lord Lord held up the document again without a trace of smoke. He leaned on the throne and replied softly:

"What kind of father would make such a heart-wrenching move? If he has no feelings for his loved ones, I can still count on how much he loves this world and how much he loves his future comrades? Do you understand? Rai, I It is indeed a bad guy in the traditional sense, a villain, but I also have my own bottom line... and your brother Odin, he... no!"

"I thought there was a hostile relationship between you and Hella."

Lai was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Will you also pity her?"

This problem stopped the Lord’s movement of looking at the document. He looked at the magic image at the entrance of the Broken Isles, the entrance to the Hell, attached to the document before him.

"It has nothing to do with mercy. Apart from the appearance of the mad woman and the dangerous powers she possessed, Hella is just a poor woman who was destroyed by her father who she worshipped and forced to a great goal. Make sacrifices...Oh, sometimes I really think that you guardians are like a group of unintentional monsters!"

"And Odin is the monster-like one of you..."

"So what would you do with him?"

There was a trace of dignity in Lai's voice:

"The power Odin holds is even stronger than mine. I don’t want to see the power of guarding Elune be weakened by internal fighting, so if you can, you might let me go with him first... "

"Do not!"

Before he finished speaking, Lei was categorically rejected by the lord. He raised his wrist, looked at the time of the mechanical watch, and looked up at the swaying formations. He did not look at the big guardian. He said:

"I’m trying to find a way to satisfy everyone, but absolutely none of them is to send people to the peace...area Odin and the Hall of Heroes, it’s not worthy of me sending a messenger, mortal work Coming to the end, tell Torim that you can start preparing to lift the seal."

"It's time to have a good chat with His Excellency Yogg-Saron."

Lord Lord put down the document, a flash of joy flashed in his ice blue eyes:

"I believe that His Excellency Yogg-Saron must have waited impatiently for the immense expectations."

Seeing the Lord Lord seemed unwilling to discuss too much about Odin and Hella, the Great Guardian Lai knew that there must have been a way to deal with it in the Lord Lord’s mind, and after a moment of thought, he decided Not participating, because Tyrion said, it seems to make sense.

Lai had seen Hella. At that time, Hella was still a well-behaved, and the courage and glory of the sea witch is the second most spiritual second generation of Titan creation, but now, Hella has become the terrifying Queen of Hades. The cruelty of what happened here must surpass the imagination of the Great Guardian.

Moreover, he is familiar with the character of his brother Odin, who is not a guardian willing to surrender, but now it seems that at least in terms of saving the world, what Tyrion has done has already been far away More than Odin’s plan, the most important thing is that Elune trusts Tyrion, not Odin.

"Yes, Yogg-Saron did wait very "impatiently."

Lai glanced at the door of the cell closed by the four seals. He leaned on the bone war sword and whispered:

"In the past 45 minutes, it has been trying to break through the protective seals my brothers laid for the core of the furnace of will. It has tried 175 times, but fortunately these amazing mortal warriors have won enough for us Layout time, it can be seen that this ancient evil is afraid, like a wild dog forced into a dead end...Oh, this is really rare."

"Ah, my friend Lei."

The Lord Lord stood up, and the throne behind him quickly dissipated into pure body of death energy. He moved his arm a bit, turned his head, and said to Lai with a smile:

"Don't belittle our opponents this way, it's very impolite, although I also think it is afraid...it should be afraid, right?"

"Since speaking of this, I can't help but ask."

Lai stepped forward with the high lord and walked to the door where the seal had begun to melt. He asked:

"I have seen the soul of C'Thun in the cage of the dead world, I don't think you can't feel its change... The cunning ancient **** is not as "weak" as it looks, I Guess, you just let it go, maybe you are planning something? Right?"

"Ah, you are such...well, a clever ghost."

The Lord’s two wrists flicked outward, and the dark and heavy ash messenger appeared in his left hand, and the haze of the cold apocalypse, or the death messenger, appeared in his right hand, and he felt the weapon that had not been held for a long time. The weight, a layer of cold power of death slowly covers the body of the high lord.

Between the surge of blue mist, a set of dark dragon armor shining with death aura appeared on the body of the high lord, and on top of his head, a cold frost crown was suspended in the off-white Above the long hair.

He said in a low voice:

"Yes, the former Kesun, the current Yogg-Saron, and the future Enzos, they all have their own destiny, and that destiny will be woven by myself, I am curious... Titan, will he hate the void as before?"

"They will also be my weapons, my soldiers, and my vanguard...whether they are willing or not, this is their fate in the future!"

After that, the seal of the fourfold ancient gods shining in the eyes of the high lord suddenly dissipated at this moment like a diffusing light, and Tyraine stepped forward, kicking on the seal stone door in front of him, in the black, carved The moment when the boots with dark red thorns and skull patterns touched the gate of the seal, it was like a large equivalent bomb exploding above the gate.

"Wow"

The flying stones roared toward the space inside the seal, and the lord of the dark double-edged sword stepped into the prison cage that had been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years. He seemed to say hello .

"Yug Salon... Your good friend Elune asked me to say hello."

"Hurry up and eat something, and..."

"Get on the road."

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