Azeroth’s Death Track

On the Frozen Throne where death was surging and frost withered, the High Lord looked at the helmet and long sword in front of him, but he didn't immediately reach out to take them.

He took a step back and sat on the Frozen Throne covered with frost shards. The moment he touched the throne, his spirit seemed to merge with the Icecrown Glacier at the foot of the entire Scourge, and he could clearly feel To every ray of cold wind that rolled over this ancient glacier, and every ray of snow that splashed on the ground.

He seems to be integrated with the cold will of this land, maybe with the helmet of domination, he can easily control all the ghosts on this land, control the entire Scourge, and bring them into his own control and system .

But he won't do that...

For the current Tyrion, the Helmet of Domination would be a good collection, but it is by no means necessary, because from the very beginning, he has never used coercive means to restrain his brothers and Soldiers, Darkblade...doesn't need that kind of coercion either.

The great lord paid more attention to the legendary magic sword.

He put both hands on the armrest of the Ice Throne, and then propped his cheek with his left hand. His icy blue eyes looked at Frostmourne in front of him and the orc death knight holding Frostmourne. After a while, he asked:

I heard that Ner'zhul chose you as the sword bearer of Frostmourne. I also know the importance of a good weapon to a warrior. I believe that you will know that holding this What does the sword stand for, then Grom, why did you give it up?

Faced with this problem, a trace of helplessness flashed across the rough cheeks of the death knight under the frost helmet. He stroked the cold blade and blade of Frostmourne with his fingers, and then said in a cold voice like the north wind:

I am a fighter, as you all know, even in death.

I can feel the tyrannical power to control all spirits when I hold this sword, but it doesn't quite fit my style. This sword is very good and powerful, but...

It's not strong enough, high lord, when I hold it, it feels like I'm holding a crystal sword, and I don't even dare to use all my strength to chop... I know, if I do, it probably will. ..broken.

There was helplessness in Grom's voice, and the Frostmourne in his hand kept buzzing with grievances. There was no way. Compared with its brother Apocalypse, Frostmourne was not used for frontal battlefields. Warrior weapons, if the tyrannical Apocalypse is a warlike knight, then Frostmourne is a strategizing commander.

Each of the two magic swords has its own advantages, but also each has its own shortcomings.

Alright alright.

Grom's reason made the High Lord unable to refute it. Indeed, among most of the legendary weapons that have been seen so far, the power of Frostmourne is considered the top of these weapons, but its sturdiness... It is estimated that even before Ten can't get in. When those ancient Nathrezim demons forged it, they probably didn't even think about holding this sword on the battlefield.

Then I'm...you're welcome.

As he spoke, the great lord stretched out his black gloved finger and held it on the hilt of Frostmourne's sword. At the moment of contact, the silent soul of Frostmourne still resisted a little. The Lord's contact was not a pleasant experience for Frostmourne, but it seemed to know that this was its destiny in this world.

So after a second, the Evil Soul Sword let out a low buzzing sound, endless blue cold air floated on the ice-like sword, and the seven undead runes on both sides of the blade One after another was lit up, the great lord sat on the Ice Throne, letting the pale cold air wrap his body, leaning Frostmourne on his leg, leaning on the hilt of the sword with one hand, looking Looking ahead, the eternal majesty of the great lord of the dead world burst out at this moment.

And in the mid-air of this platform, the ghost owl Yueclaw domesticated by the Great Lord, this pet with the same heart as the Great Lord, is holding a magic stone in both claws. At the moment when the momentum reached its peak, the scene was accurately captured in the Sorcerer's Stone. A few seconds later, this domineering magic image appeared on the Blood Mistress, other Death Lords, and the Dawn Blade family In the magical image sequence of several bear children.

All of a sudden, various voices sounded in the spiritual thinking of the great lord. To sum it up, it is probably the following.

The boss is domineering!

Husband is so handsome!

Dad is so cool!

Tyrion! When will you take me to the Frozen Throne to play! The dead world is so boring!!!

Boss, your sword master is blown up. I will exchange my holy sword with you! 80% of the new holy sword! You can also clone/soul eater!

Tyrion chuckled, ignored those congratulatory emotions, and simply replied to the two beauties who were trying to trade the old for the new:

Oh, don't change! You, you still can't control it...

After finishing speaking, he flicked his fingers, and the blue Frostmourne was thrown into the weapon space he had specially created. There, Tian Qi, the bad guy who couldn't bear it for a long time, couldn't wait to be with the girl he hadn't seen for a long time. The brothers chat.

He stood up, took the helmet of domination, and said to Grom in front of him:

I don't take yours in vain. After completing the Heroic Spirit conversion, go to the logistics department to find Gatheris, he will give you enough materials, and then go to the Molten Core to find Magni and Thaurissan. Make you a battle ax that fits your hand.

The Order's legendary weapon is called Shadowmourne, what a silly name! Your battle ax is called...

Blood howl!

Grom interrupted the great lord's interest in naming the weapon. The stubborn orc said frankly:

The tomahawk of the Hellscream family has only one name, and it's called Bloodhowl!

Well, it's up to you.

The high lord shrugged. He glanced at Ner'zhul, the spirit body suspended in mid-air behind him, and said:

Glockush has always been reluctant to represent the orc civilization among the Forgotten Kings. He is a warrior at heart, belongs to the frontline battlefield, and does not like to touch politics very much. Therefore, after you complete the conversion, Ner'zhul, Forgotten Kings There is a chair for you in Parliament, would you refuse?

The old orc Ner'zhul, whose body was phantom in mid-air, bent down and made a gesture of bowing down. He said in a relieved voice:

Then, as you wish.

Ah, very good.

The High Lord walked to the edge of the Ice Ring Platform of the Frozen Throne. He stood on the towering platform, looking at the dead Icecrown Glacier below. After a few seconds, he waved:

The Scourge will be reorganized from today, and the most powerful undead in this frosty land will be selected to join the Dark Blade's combat system. This matter will be done by the Seven Heroes of Draenor. I will give you 7 battle groups to abolish them. Send all the undead to the world of death, waiting for the tree of reincarnation to reinject them into the real world...then release the fog of death to completely seal the Icecrown Glacier!

From now on, this place will be the only entrance to the hell dimension of Azeroth!

The living...don't get close!

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It hurts...it hurts!

It hurts!

It's over, it's over! It hurts!

The helpless and painful roar came from the broken soul in the hands of the great lord. This originally powerful soul was left with only a fragmented core, as if it had been cruelly thrown into a meat grinder, tearing the entire soul into pieces , bonded, shredded again, glued again, and it seems that several important fragments were taken out as trophies, making it impossible to become whole.

The eredar demon's soul was distorted into an ugly shape. Obviously, the person who tortured him had a terrible hatred for him. Otherwise, any soul with thinking would not torture a defeated person like this.

He is Kil'jaeden, Archdemon of the Burning Legion, true Lord of Demons, and Hand of the Dark Titan.

In the dawn of Suramar's fall, the Trickster's body was completely destroyed by the Scourge Knight, and his soul should have completely fallen on the land that had been infected by the Twisting Nether, but he didn't.

The fraudster has always been shrewd and cunning, and his character of preferring to do things in advance saved his soul. At the moment when the evil energy in his body exploded and fell, his soul was torn apart, a small half was crushed by Velen, and more than half Then it was sent back to his loyal servant.

But it's a pity that the big devil's calculations didn't really save him, because...

His servants had never been loyal to him from the very beginning of this bad game, or even before it began.

It's so miserable.

The great lord leaned on his black iron throne, and this somewhat old throne was suitable for him. The Frozen Throne looked mighty and domineering, but it was really uncomfortable to sit on that throne. At this moment, in his left hand was holding a glass of high-quality blood wine on ice, and in the other hand he was looking at the horrific remnant soul, and at the fraudster Kil'jaeden who had truly come to an end.

Ner'zhul is such a ruthless man, he really does what he says.

Tyrion poured the cold wine into his mouth, he tasted the fishy-sweet taste, he said:

He took revenge, and multiplied ten times what you tortured his soul back then, and returned it to you. If it wasn't for the fact that I still have some questions to ask you, I'm afraid he would have chopped your soul into pieces. Fetch ghoul, so, in a way, I saved you.

As he spoke, the great lord stretched out his fingers and touched the remnant soul in front of him. With the infusion of cold and pure soul power, Tyrion used the means of death to fill up the incomplete soul in front of him bit by bit. , Just like a master of microcarving, under the exquisite technique, after a few minutes, he barely put together the chaotic soul fragments in his hands.

But this soul is missing a lot of fragments. It seems that Ner'zhul still intercepted some things from Kil'jaeden's soul as souvenirs. He doesn't need Kil'jaeden's soul to be completely complete, he just needs him to regain his sanity to answer his few small questions, that's all.

Hey, stop howling, man.

Tyrion whispered:

Wake up, I want to ask you a few questions.

The will of the great lord blew away the daze of Kil'jaeden's soul like the cold winter wind, causing the illusory and insignificant soul of the great demon to raise his head in the next moment, and the last trace of pain in his eyes disappeared, replaced by It was a gnashing of hatred.

Tyrion! You vicious bastard!

Standing on the palm of the High Lord's hand, the Trickster growled sharply:

You have corrupted the great legion with darkness, your evil deeds will inevitably lead to destruction! My death is nothing at all, the master of the devil will come to complete what we failed to accomplish, you can't protect your miserable world!

The Dark Pantheon is coming! Hahahaha!

The remnant soul of the big demon was like crazy, he screamed:

Ner'zhul is your lackey, isn't he? You won, I really didn't count that, but it doesn't matter, that idiot thought he won? You thought you won? To hell!

I have sent all your conspiracies back to Argus! Lord Aggramar already knows everything!

You! Ner'zhul! Cassanatyr and its stupid traitors! Those two sluts, Saloras and Oresis! Everything! All your conspiracies! I have already told the fallen The Titans, the Dark Titans will know all this soon too! You are finished!

You are finished! Did you hear that? Kill me! Kill me, my death will bring your doom, and I will watch you suffer in hell! Hahahaha! I am the final winner!

This series of roars is like a real provocation to the death, but unfortunately, when the fraudster threw his final counterattack to the high lord, he could not see a trace of fear on Tyrion's face, on the contrary , In those icy blue eyes, there was still a touch of calmness.

It was as if all of this was in his plan.

Finished?

The great lord put the Yinhong wine glass to his mouth, and he asked softly:

You really told Aggramar and Sargeras everything? Do you have the ability?

Ha! You underestimate me!

The fraudster gritted his teeth, and his soul, which had completely transformed into a demon form, snorted coldly:

My connection with Argus is deep in the soul, and everything I see, Argus will know! You are finished! Fear, and enjoy your final victory, because the end... is coming!

very nice...

The great lord drank the blood wine in the wine glass, he nodded in satisfaction, he leaned on the throne in a more comfortable posture, he looked at the fraudster, he said:

Thank you...

Finished the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle of this big decisive battle. I have been very worried. How to let Sargeras' dark pantheon come here. You have helped me a lot, buddy.

Besides, look at you, naively thinking you're going to hell? Don't be stupid.

The great lord shrugged:

Hell is in my hands, and I'll tell you...

You, fraudster, you'll never get the real...

rest in peace!