Azeroth’s Death Track

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Audul, in the sealed chamber of Yogg-Saron, the dark flesh of the ancient **** is like a shell that has lost his soul, lying in the pool of water covered with green blood, swaying, dozens of black The tentacles are trembling abnormally, and occasionally nervously tapping the liquid next to the soft body, lifting those highly corrosive liquids filled with the power of the void, falling on the dark ground, sending out a wave of weak rock corrosion the sound of.

Tyrion’s slender body stood by the pool water of Yogg-Saron. The invisible wind blew his black sword robe, and the dim light around him covered the body of the high lord. It seemed that he would be buried completely here In the silent darkness.

In front of him, the power from the dead world is cutting the body of Yogg-Saron little by little, so that this soulless fallen body continues to remain weak, and the true essence of death is like a burst of nothing. The stopped wind, wherever it goes, the twisted life will also wither with death blessing, and eventually wither, like a blooming flower, like autumn leaves, like a trembling in the cold wind Branches.

This is a force that is no weaker than the deep void. Perhaps the void can corrode everything and even the powerful Titan, but unfortunately, it still cannot corrode death...

Tyrion looked at the ceremonial dagger wrapped in the dazzling seven-color sky lock in his hand. This purple ceremonial dagger, which appeared very plain around the waist of the Chaldeans, had shown true ugliness in the gaze of the high lord. The shape that truly conforms to the identity of the fifth ancient god.

It was a weird material covered with strange gray bone spurs, like the claws of some ancient behemoth. At the center of the S-shaped curved bone dagger, there was a tightly closed eyeball, it was self-conscious It should have been opened, but now, it, or the chaotic consciousness inside this ancient evil, seems to be afraid of that gaze.

Gaze from Tyrion. Blade of Dawn.

"I remember there was a time when we could be considered friends. I spent more than 20,000 ugly pirate souls and bought some knowledge about the ancient gods from you. We made a pleasant deal and you betrayed yours. Brother, in exchange for my friendship, it's a pity...you don't cherish it."

The lord shook the light dagger in the air, and found that the dagger was not suitable for close combat. Its balance was a mess. The bone blade was not sharp. The meaningless bone spurs seemed to be just for It manifests a symbol of evil, but it has no practical meaning... Instead, it hinders the dagger's stabbing effect.

This makes Terion a little disappointed. Lord Lord is a person who likes to collect weapons, but the dagger in front of him is undoubtedly just a ritual thing, it is not even a real weapon. .

"Alas, even as a weapon, you are so disappointing, so unqualified..."

At this moment, Tyraion felt the dagger tremble in his hand, and did not know whether it was fear or anger, but this did not affect the desire of the high lord to chat. He flicked his fingers, and the power of death lingered between them. Suspending the sealed dagger in mid-air, between the eerie mist emanating from the withering of Yugg-Saron's flesh, the Lord Lord continued:

"Of course, I can understand your thoughts at that time. In front of you, the fifth ancient **** full of darkness and glory, I at that time, and my Dark Blade Legion, are just a regional force with some potential, even It’s not as powerful as some of your hosts in the past, so, you think I’m just an optional partner, and my friendship is not as valuable as I think..."

"I can understand."

Tyrion was not angry, nor angry. He seemed to say something very ordinary, but every time he said, the blade of the dark empire suspended in mid-air shuddered, like a prisoner waiting for a verdict. There are a lot of emotions in the chaotic heart, which may not be able to be specifically distinguished, but there must be one... called fear.

Saratas is a well-informed soul, but it is because of her insightful knowledge that she realized more clearly... she is very likely today and is in danger.

Not only because the long-seen big lord showed an absolute superiority in front of her eyes, but more importantly, in Terion, she smelled the spirit of the world, that is, in her Before I knew it, this death lord had already joined the weak planet spirit, and his standing on Elune's side meant that he and the ancients of Saratas God, there is no room for buffering.

The ruthless Tyrion will not allow the ancient **** to continue to exist, even if it is just an innocent, devoured flesh and blood, and forced to hide in the shadows for hundreds of thousands of years, the displaced and poor and helpless ancient ghost.

Yes!

This **** won't let her go so easily...

At the thought of this, Saratas hiding in the blade of the dark empire felt that his dark soul was swaying.

As an ancient **** born to devour the planet, is there any fear?

Of course they do! It's just that this depraved emotion is deeply hidden, and in most cases, it will not be reflected.

"You...what do you want to do!"

After a few minutes, the long silence made Saratas feel the extreme depression. Under the indifferent gaze of the high lord, she finally couldn't bear it, and the center of the dark empire's blade was wrapped in seven-color chains, The tightly closed eyeball suddenly opened at this moment, the pupil with enlarged pupil turned a few times, and then stared at the lord steadily:

"Say! What do you want to do? Either kill me! Or just..."

"boom"

Before Saratas said it, the power of death lingering around the blade of the dark empire suddenly tightened, like a steel finger strangling the neck, between the collision of power, the stubborn dagger blade at the front One third was completely annihilated under the riot of cold power!

Not smashing! Not broken... but annihilated!

The material form is completely reduced to the purest elemental body in an instant, and the fracture is smooth and natural, as if that cutting edge never existed!

The blade of the dark empire has never been a simple place for Saratas, nor is it some kind of mysterious symbol. The connection between this dagger and the fifth ancient **** is much deeper than it seems on the surface. It can be said that this The bone dagger is an extension of the consciousness of the Fifth Ancient God, and is part of its fallen soul. Now, the blade annihilation is like a red long sword pierced into the heart of life, the kind that directly acts on the soul The pain caused Saratas, who was caught off guard, to make a deafening scream at this moment.

At this moment, the power of her depravity was like a sonic boom, oscillating in all directions, and a dark storm mixed with endless whispers rushed across the face, blowing up the long white hair of the Lord Lord, but there was no way. Damage to the Lord Lord... Between the eruptions of the Fallen Power, a layer of dark red, like the moon's halo, shrouded the body of Tyrion, perfectly offsetting the fifth ancient **** is not powerful power.

"Recognize your current identity!"

Tyrion moved his body backwards, and the faint blue power of death circulated quickly behind him. In the blink of an eye, an ice-like throne appeared behind him, and the high lord leaned on the throne with his hands on Above the armrest, he looked very relaxed at the broken blade fixed in the dark air in front of him. He flicked his fingers and said softly:

"You can think of it as a "friendly" reminder, or a "burn into the bone marrow" warning."

"Now, come out of your warm den, little Saratas."

The icy voice of the High Lord echoed in the darkness, not strong, or even like a request, but the fifth ancient god, who was huddled together in the broken blade of the dark empire, was well aware that this was a command... If she fails to do so, the next "warning" may directly annihilate her existence.

The blow just now was like a signal that had told the Lord’s current strength in an extremely obscure way. She was one of the ancient gods of the ancients and was the most emptied prince of the void world. The powerful minions have the power of the void, which is also pure high-level power, but this power is not useful when facing the Lord.

In other words, the power of death in front of this man is enough to match her "masters", that is the Void Lord wandering in the void world... and the extreme creature of the power of Arcane-Titan, a Level mythological creature.

Tyrion, has touched the edge of the life stage, he may not be the opponent of the Void Lords, but it has definitely exceeded the level that the ancient gods can deal with, unless...unless the ancient times of Yasha extremely reappear , Or alternatively, the power of the four ancient gods that existed at the same time.

"Om"

With the rapid atomization of the cut bodies of Yogg-Saron, the flesh and blood essence was quickly transformed into a more pleasing existence.

In the shining of the dark purple power of the void, a beating light flowed out of the eyes of the dark empire blade, like a fascinating smoke that seemed extremely thick in the dark, like a thick fog, in In the mist, accompanied by the twisting of the essence of Yogg-Saron's flesh, a slender figure soon appeared.

She didn't have a whole body, and walked out of the dark purple mist with graceful steps.

This is not a projection of energy, but a real body shaped by Saratas with the flesh and blood of his companion, just like the body of a mortal.

Her body is slender and perfect, especially the squeezed waist, the upper body is not full, but with this perfect body, there is a trace of charm that can make all men dazzle, especially the pair of slender to the heart The long legs are like a paradise opening slowly between steps.

She has long purple hair, which is very light and scattered on her naked shoulders. The long hair is very unique, not pure purple, but a kind of luster infiltrated by the void, which represents the power of the void in this world. Obviously, between her walking, the end of the long purple hair shone with the luster of stars, as if it reflected the whole world.

On her pure white chest, a weird pendant hung like an octopus, but if you look closely, it is actually an ancient **** body very similar to the bodies of Yogg-Saron and Cthune. Appearance.

In the peaceful gaze of Terion sitting in front of the throne, Saratas, who appeared in human form for the first time, was standing in the purple mist. This little clever fifth ancient **** simulated the high elf. The size, probably, she felt that appearing in front of Tyrion in such an image would give her a faltering fate and a different possibility.

The ancient gods have no gender, but in the past tens of thousands of years, Saratas has existed in the form of a female soul. She does not have the shame view of mortals. She sees Tyrion free on her body. When she looked at her, Saratas also deliberately akimbo, posing a charming gesture, so that the Lord Lord could see more clearly.

However, from the beginning to the end of Tyreon's eyes, there has never been a light representing "love".

He looked like a piece of art.

"Ok..."

The lord turned sideways and supported his chin with his left hand. He said:

"Maybe, you are not useless. On you, I see another possibility of life..."

"I know that when the ancient chaos first opened, you and your brothers came to this world and seized it for your master, but unfortunately your luck is not so good...you are divided by the weak four-headed ancient **** You will die from the beginning, leaving only a weak soul, which may be a disaster, but now, you should feel lucky for it."

"I won't allow a real ancient **** to exist in Azeroth, but you...maybe you deserve to be opened up for you..."

Tyrion looked at Saratas's purple eyes as if he could talk. He coughed and nodded at the purple hairless women who were not in front of him. He said in a natural tone:

"So, kneel down."

A bit of resentment appeared on Saratas's face. She knew what Tyrion's request represented. The arrogant elf in front of her was asking her to show her loyalty. However, this was not a great, powerful, shouldering the void. What the ancient **** of the mission should do, before her, the journey of the erosion of the universe by the void, and in the war where the stars fell, there was never an ancient **** who succumbed to other forces.

She... didn't want to be the first traitor!

Not only is it shameful, but...very dangerous! The void can't accommodate traitors.

"I can't do this!"

With a charming voice, Saratas made a pitiful gesture. She shook her dazzling to a perfect body that was difficult to think. She begged:

"If I betrayed the void... my end will not be easier than death, I can't do this! Please, I can do things for you, but I can't... I can't..."

The sobbing beauty in front of him made the lord sigh. The tender Tyrion seemed to be moved. He straightened his body and extended his finger towards Saratas. The fifth ancient **** did not dodge, let the cold fingers tenderly Touching her cheek, the high lord touched that face. He pulled Saratas's body close to him. In a very ambiguous gesture, he was like a lover, in the hot ear of Miss Fifth Ancient God. Bian whispered:

"My dear Saratas..."

"You die...or don't die, how is your ending..."

"Is it related to me?"

This problem caused Miss Saratas, who caressed the chest of the high lord like the most tender lover, to stagnate in the same place without a strand of body. At this moment, all the emotions on her beautiful face disappeared and replaced. It was a frosty gesture, and she shoved it in the chest of the high lord with a look of disgust, and made herself stand in front of Tyrion again.

She snorted:

"This is the man...he"

At the next moment, the young lady knelt very decisively in front of the high lord. She lowered her head, like a most loyal guardian. Seeing this action, Tyrion's cold face flashed a satisfied smile. He stretched out his hand and stroked the long purple hair of Saratas, just like stroking his pet.

"Really..."

"boom"

The power of death touched the body of the fifth ancient god. Behind her, the blade of the dark empire that originally existed as a body... suddenly burst!

It seems to represent... a farewell to the past and a determination to a new life.

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