Azeroth’s Death Track

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"How is this going!"

There was a scream from the guardian Mimirron’s Temple of Wisdom Sparks, Brian who had just received the seal rune from the hand of the mechanical gnomes. The copper whiskers looked at the seal console in front of the Temple of Wisdom Sparks in vain. The dwarf looked around and shouted:

"I haven't pressed it yet! How did it start itself?"

"Someone launched four seals from outside! This high level of authority...is the guardian!"

And Mimillon, who was sitting on his golden weapon platform, beat up, the eccentric black eyebrows of this mechanical gnome guardian also raised up, it pushed away the old dwarf standing in front of the console, and then used his own The metal fingers tapped on the mechanical console quickly, but no matter what command Mimillon entered, it could not prevent the seals set by the four guardians from being lifted.

"You two! Come and help!"

The mechanical gnome got a little anxious, turned its head, and looked at the black and mektok who were extremely tired of solving complicated and complicated engineering problems in a short time, and shouted:

"Your weak intelligence is still a bit useful now, come here, and follow my instructions to start forcibly breaking the seal..."

"boom"

Before Mimilon's words were finished, a series of dazzling sparks broke out on the mechanical console at his hand, and the gears and instruments that were running fast inside the console also made an overwhelming click and an unpleasant smell. Black smoke came out of the machine.

"This! This is impossible!"

The mechanical guardian grabbed his round metal head. It screamed with a metal synthetic sound. It slammed on the console a bit crazy, but no matter how it works, the console that has been shut down can no longer respond. It's gone.

"What's going on? Ancestor Mimillon?"

The current Minister of Industrial Affairs of the Storm Kingdom, the brilliant dwarf Gorbin Mekatok saw a glimpse from the forced shutdown console. He carefully asked behind the authentic dwarf ancestor of Mimirron:

"This looks like a forced lockup of high-level permissions... that strange permission even temporarily deprives your guardian of permissions, which seems, somewhat, unlikely..."

"This is impossible! My stupid offspring!"

Mimiron shouted loudly:

"I am a guardian made by the most wise Lord Nogan. My authority should theoretically be the highest in the world of Azeroth, and so on... I know... there is an existing authority than I am taller, she is the ultimate authority owner of this world..."

"Xingling Elune...has she regained consciousness?"

The eyes of the machine guardian’s machine began to frantically refresh the green data stream. It seemed that the mechanical creation was performing self-check and restart. After a moment, a low click sounded from the mechanical body of Mimirron. At the next moment, the mechanical guardian no longer focused on the console that was no longer able to start. Instead, it picked up two wrenches from the data desk and threw one to Mekkatorque, the other. Threw the goblin black cord.

"Except the two of you, everyone else, get out! The farther you go, the better. The next thing is not something you can participate in!"

Mimilron’s voice became indifferent at this moment, which was completely different from the previous mechanical gnomish thinking. From this indifferent tone, other onlookers felt a trace of the majesty of the mechanical guardian, so they were in the shadows. Under the guidance of the masters, the others quickly left the Temple of Wisdom.

The guardian of the mechanical gnome quickly issued several commands to the temple’s intelligent center. With the rotation of countless gears, two golden metal boxes were released from the underground and the warehouse on the top of the temple, and Mimirron held each other. Mekkatorque and Hesso of the wrench said:

"From now on, you are my assistants. Listen, I need you to assemble my God of War, the fastest, and then I need you two to be the co-pilot of this war machine full of mechanical glory. ! Only when all three drivers are present can it exert its most powerful offensive force!"

"Wait, ancestors, wait!"

Mekkatorque was still at a loss, and the clever dwarf asked carefully:

"Ancestor, who is our enemy? You haven't told us this..."

"Who can it be?"

Mimilon said impatiently:

"The ancient broken guardians have begun to reorganize, and my old and powerful brothers have returned. We have to start to solve the bad question that has been left for nearly 100,000 years. Who is the enemy? Very simple...The enemy is Yogg-Sa Long!"

"There is no time to waste! Let's start assembling the machine. In addition, what will happen next day, you two, rotten me in my heart! Do not tell any living body with lower authority than the secondary guardians! Do you understand?"

"Fortunately, my junior, you will be watching and participating in a battle of... gods!"

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"The seal is activated!"

In the temple of life greenhouse, Freya, the guardian of life who had just been awakened by the demigods in a "violent" manner, seemed to perceive a certain call at this moment. The tall guardian wearing a green robe turned his head to look at the greenhouse of life. The pool in the center, under the originally calm water, seems to have activated something, causing the entire surface of the water to jump.

"Help me!"

The weak guardian shouted to the demigods who were talking around her:

"Quick! Time is running out!"

"Master Mother, you should rest now!"

The wild boar demigod Agammagan blazed and said to Freya:

"You are weak, and we can help you with anything you want to do."

"No, my boy, you don't understand."

Freya reached out her hand and supported it on the shoulder of Ursol the bear man. The tall bear man gently lifted his mother. Freya stood up. The guardian of beauty-loving life staggered up and she looked at The children around her who care about her. In the ancient times, these children who were raised by her own hands are like real gentle mothers. She said to the demigods:

"I feel the call. After tens of thousands of years, the leader of the guardian has returned. He is calling his countrymen. We have wasted too much time, we have failed the world too many times, this time, Can't miss it again."

"Then we will go with you!"

Wolfling Goldling made a low howl, and he shouted:

"We have lost you once, and we don't want to experience it a second time. We will be your guard, your weapon, and your best warrior... We ask you to let us follow you!"

"Ah, my children."

Freya smiled. She held out her hand and gently stroked Goldling's beautiful silver fur. She said softly:

"I feel your intentions, but unfortunately, this is my mission. I can't involve you, rest assured, I won't find my children any more. I won't give up you so easily."

"But if you really want to help, then I have a slightly excessive request, my children."

Weak Freya feels that a war is about to start, she must assume the duties and mission of the guardian, but she is now too weak, she said a little embarrassed to the wild gods in front of her:

"My children, lend me your strength... Then, right here, bless my triumphant return."

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"The horn of winter has sounded, I must respond to it!"

In the Winter Temple, the horrified frost **** Hodir, trapped by two Fire Archmage and a fire elemental lord summoned by a large shaman, is a terrifying frost giant warrior covered in ice armor Suddenly stopped and waved his hand continuously, creating an icy warhammer of endless avalanches, as if he suddenly recovered his consciousness.

He looked at the attacker in front of him. He raised his hands and took a slight step back. This action caused the attacking Sun King and Dragon Master to stop the chanting of the flame prohibition spell at the same time. The Tauren Great Shaman Muine. The earth's anger also stopped The attack of the Fire Elemental Lord summoned by himself, under the gaze of the three parties, this frost-resistant and extremely powerful Frost God looked at this blankly in front of the temple that had been frozen for tens of thousands of years, he sighed :

"Ah, time has passed so long...I have wasted too much, too much destiny..."

"Everything here belongs to you."

Hodir threw a word, then turned around, and touched the other end of the temple wall with his finger. Between the ice melting, a hole in the wall slowly rose at this moment, and the whole body was covered. Frost's Silence Frost Giant ignored the call of the Archmage behind him. He took a step forward, and then disappeared into the Winter Temple under the power of the guardian.

"Thank you, mortal warriors..."

Hodir’s last voice echoed in the ears of Ronin and Kael'thas, leaving the Masters who had already prepared a hard fight to be puzzled, but winning was after all a thankful thing, and accompanied With Hodir's departure, all the restraints of this winter temple seem to have disappeared, and the ice relics sealed in the temple were exposed to everyone.

"Then... half a person?"

Luo Ning looked back at the Sun King. The handsome Kael'thas touched his perfect beard. He glanced at the Tauren Great Shaman not far away. He whispered:

"No, one-third of each person... I only need the magic scroll, those relics, you."

Not to mention the waves of chaos caused in the inner hall and the front hall due to the seal being broken, between the frost **** Hodir and the darkness at the bottom of Ulduar between the falling snow and the cold wind At the moment of the crypt, he saw the rumbling, huge, golden God of War like a world-extinguishing machine undergoing the final test.

Obviously, his brother, the mechanical guardian Mimirron, has also regained consciousness and is ready for the final battle.

"Ah, sorry, I'm late."

Behind Hodir, between the green fluorescent waves, Freya, the life guardian who has fully recovered its strength, also walked into the dark crypt with graceful steps, this sensual giantess watched awake Hodir, and Mimirron’s weird machinery, recalled the scene where the guardians had gathered together, and she sighed slightly.

"Everyone is still...except Tyre, except...Loken..."

"Don't mention that disgusting name here!"

A storm-like thunder sound came out of the shadow directly in front of the crypt, and Storm Keeper Torim, who was surrounded by blue thunder and lightning, was holding his warhammer Umir in one hand and a tree of world Nodahi in one hand. The stick of life made by Er's main body. When he waved his hand, the stick was thrown into Freya's hand.

The Storm Guardian waved his warhammer, and the beating thunder light illuminated the entire crypt.

"To be on the battlefield, there must be no weapons, my sister."

Torim nodded slightly at Freya and then looked at Hodir. The two guardians had broken because of Loken’s conspiracy that year. The relationship between the two parties was very bad. When Torrim looked at Hodir, Ho Deere is also staring at him, his eyes are definitely not friendly.

"Big man, you and I will talk about it later."

Thorim whispered:

"Lei is already fighting Yogg-Saron, he needs our help! Now, come with me, let's...on the battlefield!"

"Boom"

At the moment when Torim's words fell, the mighty King Kong, the propeller that resembled Mimirron's metal head, began to spin rapidly, and the eyes of this eccentric aircraft also glowed with blue light.

Mimillon, the mechanical guardian sitting on the air command platform, seems to have regained his funny character. He pushed the joystick down in his hand. In the roar of the three Titan engines, the mechanical gnomes’s Screams also sounded on the body of the God of War Vajra and the bottom platform.

"Gerbin! Hesso! Are you ready?"

"Roger that!"

"This stuff is so cool!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, causing Mimirron to burst into laughter, and the mechanical gnome screamed:

"Good! Now, let me make up the head!"

"Kaka"

Along with the fit of the gears, the flying platform resembling the head of a mechanical dwarf fell on the top of the God of War, the full version of the war machine was completely activated. In the flames of the two-handed jet of the war machine and the thunder of thunder, three small men The screams were surprisingly consistent at this moment:

"Let's kill the Quartet!"

And just after the guardian's last support entry, the lord who had set off thousands of ghosts in the seal of death **** waved his long sword and easily cut off the flesh and tentacles that were screaming in front of him, he was ice blue A gleam of flicker flashed through his colored eyes:

"Lei! Its filthy flesh and blood is yours!"

"And its dark soul...it's mine!"

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