Azeroth’s Death Track

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While the Lord of the Lord used the power of death to imprint the soul of Saratas' new flesh and blood, he was also communicating with another mortal unimaginable in the thought of the Lord of the Lord.

"Do you trust this ancient god?"

Elune's voice was full of doubts:

"After seeing what Cthune and Yogg-Saron have done, and after seeing the storm caused by a heart left by Yashaji, you will still believe these void creations...they It is the cheapest and most venomous mouse in the dark! Every word they say can't even believe a word! You are not a madman, Tyrion, tell me, why do you do this!"

"I have my plan."

The Lord Lord did not seem to explain this to Elune, he just said casually:

"You just need to know that this is not harmful to you, it is enough."

"No harm?"

Elune’s refusal rarely became tough:

"What stands before you is a complete soul of the ancient god. What she lacks is just a body full of fallen power. You will not really be fooled by that mortal body? Can't you see Is it a terrible threat on her? She will betray you one day!"

"But that...just what I want!"

The Lord Lord answered impatiently:

"I expect her to betray me. At an appropriate moment, her betrayal will become my most powerful weapon against powerful enemies! And before she betrays, the power she possesses will strengthen the capabilities of my subordinates... Well, be good, don’t make trouble like a little girl in a rebellious period, don’t question me!

"Humph!"

An angry rumble sounded in the mind of the High Lord, and Elune responded coldly:

"No matter what you say, I will stare at her! When I think it is necessary, I will use her power to get rid of her! I will not allow a creature with a terrible threat to turn around in this world."

"Oh?"

Elune responded like a rebellious girl, causing the high lord to laugh disdainfully:

"Your power? Do you mean those mortals? Or do you mean the night elves that you reshaped with my hand? Do you really regard them as your power? Ha ha, my poor little Elune, then you are right The understanding of power is really shallow!"

"But whatever you want."

The high lord waved his hand with some interest:

"You can drop the oracles and encourage those mortals to do things for you, but if I see any mortal who appears in the dark blade defense without my permission, you won't want to know the result!"

After that, the Lord Lord actively disconnected himself from the spirit of the world. His consciousness returned to the cell of Yogg-Saron. He sat on his throne, rubbing his forehead with some headache:

"Ah, it's really unpleasant, another rebellious girl..."

As soon as the words fell, a pair of gentle fingers touched the Lord’s forehead from the side, rubbing his forehead very gently for him. That was Saratas, the fifth ancient **** moved his new body, very ambiguous. Homeopathic leaned on the big lord’s arms, her appearance did not change at all... er, except for the top of the long purple hair, the strand of black hair curled up like an antenna.

That was the manifestation of the power of death on her body, but it was just a mere imprint, and did not arouse suspicion from other forces.

"Are you troubled?"

Saratas hugged Tyrion’s neck with her left hand, and placed the lord’s cold fingers on her slim waist with her right hand. This made the two pose as if they were true lovers. The voice asked:

"What are you worrying about? Can you tell me? Maybe I can help you?"

"No, you can't help me..."

The high lord closed his eyes and leaned on the throne. He said softly:

"But if you really want to help me, then please... put on clothes, and, I don't remember, our relationship is already so mature, I am a little quirky..."

"Except for my wife, I don't like other people to touch my body!"

A glimmer of glimmer flashed through Saratas’ purple eyes. She kept failing to dress according to the command of the high lord, and she even had to measure her feet. She moved the finger of the high lord to her chest. However, just when she was just about to come back During a wave of offensive, a sharp and cold breath appeared in the darkness behind her.

"I don't remember my husband having such a shameless maid..."

Carrying a cup of tea, Aurelia in a **** dress walked out of the darkness. Her blood-red eyes stared at the naked Saratas. She said calmly:

"Give you 5 seconds, get away from my eyes!"

The threat of the blood maternal is like a man's back, Saratas wanted to refute the two sentences, but seeing the undead power of death in the body of the blood maternal is like the dark lake of the bottom, but at any time It is possible to converge into the most terrifying blade, crushing everything in front of you into minced meat.

That power may be far inferior to Tyrion, but it is enough to match Saratas and even exceed her.

"Humph."

Miss Saratas snorted proudly. She glanced at the **** mother and shook her head and turned around. Between the purple mists, a purple dress very similar to the mother's dress appeared. On her body, she walked with graceful steps, passing the body of the **** mother, before passing by, this inner desire for confusion and destruction, the restless young lady suddenly whispered:

"Boring old woman...I suddenly felt that it would be interesting to **** him from you!"

Faced with this provocation, Not only did the Bloody Mother not be angry, but a proud smile flashed on her cold face:

"You can try it, Bi Chi!"

"Humph"

A bit of embarrassment flashed on Saratas's failed provocation again, but she didn't care. With the sound of high heels stepping on the ground, she soon disappeared into the darkness, until this moment, Aurelia The sharpness of her body was only slightly slow. She carried the hot tea that had been completely frozen and walked to her husband. She looked down at Tyrion sitting on the throne as if he were interrogating the prisoner of the prisoner.

But the Lord Lord did not care. He knew the character of the woman who was with him.

The trust between them is far beyond everything.

At the next moment, the blood maid suddenly leaned down and kissed the lips of the high lord. After a few minutes, she sat on Tyrion’s legs, holding her chest with her left hand, and said with domineering like the queen:

"You are mine! Only me! Remember?"

"Of course, my queen."

Tyrion was also very interested. She responded pretending to be serious. This answer satisfied the Master and Mother very much. She swayed and stood up, glancing at the chilled body near the throne of Tyrion, she reached out. Adjusted his hair, then waved to the high lord:

"Do not disturb you to do business..."

"Tonight at midnight, on the top floor of the castle... not allowed!"

After talking, the figure of the Blood Mother disappeared in the darkness between the broken blood phantoms.

"Ah, women..."

Lord Lord felt his head started to hurt again, but he still had to do what he should do. He focused on the body around his feet. It was Chaldean, Chaldean Morgan. The poor mortal who had lived in the shadow of the high lord before the start of the orc wars, but it was also the only one who had coexisted with the crazy demon of Saratas for more than ten years. man of.

This has proved the Chaldean's ability from the side, as well as his potential.

Frankly speaking, if you put him in another story, he will definitely be able to do some earth-shattering events, but now, he is lying alone on this cold and dark earth, dead like a little pawn, worthless .

But... this is, after all, a sneak attack by the lord, which allows the lord to kill him by sneak attack. It is hard to say that it is not a real honor.

"You and me...we could have been friends."

The Lord Lord put his hands on his legs, and he lowered his body, as if chatting with the cold body under his feet.

"Chaldeans, when I was weak, I met you... You are one of the few people in this world who have truly witnessed most of my experiences. I think you might understand me... But it is a pity that you have always been restless, always wanting to escape from my shadow, rejecting my friendship, and looking for the redemption of the Holy Light... like those mortals who are not willing to be controlled by fate, shouting Trying to choke fate's throat."

Tyrion's voice became low, like a ray of wind blowing in the dark, his fingers ticked, and a faint soul emerged from the cold corpse.

That was the soul of Chaldeans...Half of the soul was shrouded in darkness, but surprisingly, the other half of his soul, even after coexisting with Saratas for more than ten years, was still holy Enveloped, this is enough to prove that the priest in front of him has not abandoned the faith of the Holy Light from the beginning. He even concealed Saratas...

Really a cunning mortal, really an extraordinary soul.

The eye of the high lord narrowed his eyes, and logically speaking, a priest of the order like Chaldeans, after his death, his soul would be accepted by the Holy Light for the first time, and then transformed into a special form, eternal Existing in the true essence of the Holy Light, that is the six basic forces of the stars, a kind of kindness to the caregiver.

But unfortunately, he died in the hands of death, unless Tyrion allowed it, his soul could not really leave here... he could not really be free.

"Now, I ask you, Chaldean Morgan, do you... regret it?"

Along with Tyrion’s inquiry, a force of death was injected into the weak soul in front of him, and the soul of Chaldean who had experienced death opened his eyes at this moment, and he tried to breathe as if he were alive, But unfortunately, the body of the soul cannot make this action.

He looked around blankly, and then saw his already cold soul. At the next moment, he saw his crossed fingers, supporting his chin, and looked at his big lord. In the vision of the soul, the big lord There seemed to be some kind of light shining in the ice blue eyes.

At this moment, Chaldeans knew that he was dead.

But this is not simply a bad thing, because he also felt the strange freedom of his soul...Since his fate and Saratas were tied together more than ten years ago, he has never felt like this The freedom, the feeling of not being bound, made the Chaldeans of soul form seem relieved.

But he...the last question.

"Why do you do this?"

Chaldean Morgan looked at the lord in front of him. He was not afraid. As the lord said, the Chaldeans were the few of all mortals who had witnessed the life of Tyrion and he had seen Tyrion when he was weak. Look, so compared to others, Chaldeans did not have the fear of sincerity.

"You could have erased my consciousness directly, but you didn't do it. You even gave me true freedom, why?"

Chaldean's soul maintained the posture of a priest in prayer, and in the face of his inquiry, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the high lord, and at the next moment, a magical luster bloomed between the two, like a mirror. In the same light, the figure of Miss Millie was reflected, the only beloved woman of Chaldeans, wearing loose clothes that would only be worn by pregnant women, in the secluded room of the Chaldean private house in the Kingdom of Storms, Kneel sincerely there, silently praying.

The object of her prayer is not a sculpture of the Holy Light Church, but a badge... a badge with a black broken blade.

"This woman, I have heard her prayers since 5 years ago."

Lord Lord looked at the soul of Chaldeans in front of him, and he said softly

"She is not outstanding, and there is nothing unique about her soul, but she is one of the very few mortals who can make me hear the voice. She prays. Those prayers that are not beautiful make me a little bored, but this woman is Without receiving any response, it lasted for 5 years without stopping for a day...Do you know what she desires from me?"

"She begged me to save your soul...for this, she was willing to give everything..."

"Chaldean Morgan, you are a lucky bastard, you have a woman who really loves you, you see, as we all know, when I am in a good mood, I am a very generous person, so I met the woman’s insignificant expectations. .. I gave you true freedom!"

Lord Lord straightened his body, leaned on the throne, picked up the cup of tea that had been completely frozen, he didn't care about the ice in the tea, and drank the cup of tea, he looked at the silent soul in front of him , Like a devil whispering, he flicked his fingers and said softly:

"Now, it's your turn to make a choice, Chaldean, just like the night when we were first seen outside Dunhold Castle, I will ask you... Do you want to return to her? ?Do you want to watch your son be born? Do you want to spend the second half of your freedom with this silly woman?"

Chaldean's soul raised his head, the desire in his eyes barely concealed, he asked:

"What do you want me to do? Say it!"

"Very good! It seems that you are already familiar with my work style, which is great!"

The Lord Lord clapped his hands. He looked at the Chaldeans in front of him. He said:

"Just do what you have done for more than ten years...Go to another place, a little further away, I need you to do something "trivial"!"

Faced with this request, Chaldeans drew a religious symbol on his chest. He lowered his head and asked softly:

"You asked me to be a shameless and cheap traitor?"

"Why, are you unwilling?"

The lord asked back, the soul of Chaldean shook his head, and then leaned over to salute the lord like a most loyal subordinate:

"No! I mean... I'm very happy to serve you!"

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