Azeroth’s Death Track

In the top hall of the Dark Temple, the High Lord is talking with his good friend Kil'jaeden the Deceiver.

Since His Excellency Kil'jaeden has had a very bad time in the past few days and suffered a lot of torture that can be called despair, he now desperately needs a spiritual comfort from a friend.

And when you are in pain and sadness, it is naturally the best thing to have a good friend by your side.

You're crazy!

The great lord's answer surprised even the fraudsters who have seen the big wind and waves. The soul of this big devil is not complete, but it does not affect his thinking, and no matter how crazy his thinking is, it is difficult to understand Tyrion. The brain circuit at this time made Kil'jaeden couldn't help asking:

Do you really understand what I'm talking about?

The arrival of the Dark Pantheon will make your world miserable. Sargeras has not only the fallen titan Aggramar, but also Argus, a mature protoss from my world... The Destroyer, we call him It is Argus the Unmaker, and he is also in the dark pantheon of Sargeras! Those are two titans!

Two Tramplers and Destroyers who are about to come to this world with a fire of destruction...

Thank you for your explanation, my friend, but I want to stress again...

The great lord shook the empty wine glass in his hand, and he said in a calm tone:

That's exactly what I want.

Why?

The Great Demon asked in a doubtful tone:

Wouldn't successfully escaping the burning apocalypse of the Burning Legion be enough to satisfy your wild ambitions? What is it that gives you such insane confidence that you can stand against the ultimate power among the stars? Do you know that? , the servants of the Dark Pantheon have taken root in your world, and in the shadows you haven't seen, the fire of the world is already burning!

If I were you, I would try my best to escape from this doomed world before the final doomsday.

The doubts on Kil'jaeden's face turned into a kind of prophetic pity, but it was more like a touch of sarcasm, and the relief of knowing that the end is approaching, and the revenge will be repaid. He said:

Run away, Tyrion, run away, I know you are not reconciled, you have done so much, but you still can't get the victory and survival you desire, I know the feeling of being on the verge of failure, but we should learn to be cruel Bow your head to reality...Admit it, you can't win!

Win or not, you have to fight to know.

The high lord was not angry because of Kil'jaeden's sarcasm, and it would be out of style to be angry with such a miserable soul. He just snapped his fingers and said calmly:

And that's the trouble I need to face, so I won't bother you. Speaking of which, Your Excellency Kil'jaeden, I still have a question, and I hope you can answer it for me.

I've heard that the Dark Titan needs the Pillars of Creation to determine where the Titan's soul hidden among the stars is hidden, and what I'm curious about is that if the Pillars of Creation are returned to him, then the Dark Pantheon under his command, How long will it take to find those wandering titan souls among the stars?

Why should I answer you?

Kil'jaeden retorted viciously:

It was your conspiracy that brought me into this situation. It was you who made me betray my relatives. It was you who sent me into the trap of death. Am I really obliged to answer your doubts for you?

No, you have no such obligation.

Tyrion's five fingers slowly tightened at this moment, the pale white lightning jumping in the five fingers, the pure and cold death power was like entangled chains, tightening more and more on Kil'jaeden's remnant soul The tighter it is, the soul that has just been bonded shows signs of cracking again. The familiar pain of being ripped apart and crushing the will makes the fraudster whimper in pain .

And in the reflection of the pale light, there was a gloomy and cold look on the high lord's thin cheeks, making him look like a real big villain.

But I have to remind you, Mr. Fraud, look at your current situation.

As you said, people have to learn to bow their heads like reality...

I'm giving you a chance, Kil'jaeden, to tear your soul apart and search for the answer I want from all your memories. It's nothing more than wasting some more time. I don't want to waste this time. I believe you will too. I don't want to suffer this kind of pain and humiliation, after all, you were once a decent person, I mean...

Cherish this opportunity, don't be shameless!

This kind of undisguised oppression and the disdain revealed by the words of the great lord made the fraudster very anxious. As the king of demons, when has he suffered such humiliation in the past 10,000 years?

But taking a step back, even in the midst of his extreme rage, the arch-demon's cold dark wisdom reminded him that Tyrion was right.

He has failed.

The defeat was complete, the body was damaged, and the soul was incomplete.

There is no possibility for him to come back, even if he persists like this, he will not get anything except more pain and humiliation, and the Dark Titan will not give him power and redemption again because of his unyielding .

As Sargeras' adjutant, Kil'jaeden understands his dark master's behavior better than any demon. Sargeras cannot tolerate repeated failures, even if the fraudster tries to escape back to Argus, because This fiasco will also be mercilessly destroyed by the Dark Titan, which will be the real annihilation of body and spirit.

His persistence is meaningless... His silence and rebuttals now are more caused by his self-esteem as a great demon, but when he was defeated by Velen, this dignity as a demon king , has long since dissipated.

Thinking of this, Kil'jaeden, who was being entangled and tortured by the power of death, seemed to have truly recognized the current situation. In the jump and imprisonment of the pale lightning, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

Enough! Stop it all! I'll tell you...

But I want a decent death.

The big devil closed his eyes, and at this moment he said with ashes:

I am the demon king of the Burning Legion. I am the leader of the eredar demons. I need a decent funeral! I need to rest in peace. If you promise me, I will give you all the news you need!

Hearing this request, the high lord blinked and said:

Okay, I promise you.

With the expansion of the Dark Blade Legion in the stars, I will announce to the entire stars that Kil'jaeden the Deceiver is dead. He died in the posture that a demon should have. He was buried in Azeroth, buried in the battlefield, He has lived up to his mission, he has been truly rested, if you need, I can also take out your bones hidden in the sea, at some point in the future, I will be on the ruins of Argus, Build you a tomb that belongs to the great demon...

The Highlord looked at Kil'jaeden's spirit and said:

So, are you satisfied?

That's it. It's best to bury me in Mac'Aree, just deep in the seat of the consul. That's where I used to live, and it's also the resting place of my dreams. I hope you can go there yourself. Bury my bones, you are my recognized opponent, I hope to gain your respect...you must go there yourself!

Kil'jaeden's eyes flashed a vague killing intent, but it was fleeting.

Seeing the great lord nodding in agreement, the fraudster nodded in satisfaction.

His last request was finally fulfilled, and in the ruins of Mac'Aree's Archon's Seat, only a great demon like him knows what kind of horrible things are hidden there, which no life dares to approach The place of despair, this can be regarded as his final revenge on Tyrion.

Hammer of Khaz'goros, you sent those traitorous bastards to the Pillars of Creation on Argus, from which I saw Sargeras take the place of the Shaper's Soul of Khaz'goros.

The big devil said eloquently:

And within 15 days after that, a certain fleet loyal to Sargeras was transferred to an unknown place among the stars. When they returned, they used a giant soul stone to bring back the The sleeping titan soul of Khazgoros, so if you insist on giving you an exact time...

After the Pillars of Creation were sent back, within about 20-30 days, the souls of the Titans scattered among the stars were found and transported back to Argus.

The fraudster's answer silenced the high lord for a few seconds, he flicked his fingers, and asked again:

Where will those captured titan souls be placed?

Where else?

The fraudster spread his paws and said aloud:

Think about it with your dead mind, Sargeras brought back those titan souls just to corrupt them and make them members of his dark pantheon, and the place where the evil energy surges most powerfully in the world of Argus , in the deepest part of the Burning Throne of Antorus, there is a Whispering Fallen Temple, where the three fallen masters of the Witch Coven are corrupting the souls of Titans day and night!

Agramar, Argus, they are all masterpieces subverted by their fel power! Kazgoros the Shaper is undergoing the painful transformation and degeneration, and then Ionar the Breeder of Life, Gorgonus the Wrathful Drinker, Norgannon, Keeper of Mysteries, and then...then Aman'Thul, King of the Gods.

The Dark Titan longed for the help of his former brothers. He fought against void creatures alone in the bounds of the void. Although he was extremely powerful, he also had limits. He couldn't see the whole situation... To be honest, if it wasn't for your Elune, the spirit of the world, has been infected by the void, so Elune will also be stripped of her will and brought into Argus to be corrupted...

The fraudster said with some regret:

She also had the opportunity to follow Sargeras to save the stars.

save?

The high lord snorted, stood up, held Kil'jaeden's soul, and said:

Kill all the lives and miracles bred in these stars, and return the corruption of the void with ruins and ashes. This is the salvation in Sargeras' eyes? How twisted is his soul? How desperate must he be to think of such a thing? Nonsense way of saving...

He was wrong! We will prove it, Kil'jaeden!

Tyrion whispered:

Ash can indeed breed hope, but the way he executes it is wrong...

Hehe, whatever you think.

The great demon stretched his soul, he was ready to accept the arrival of rest, he said:

I still don't think there are creatures in these stars that can stop the will of the Dark Titans. Even though you have achieved unprecedented feats, even though you have defeated the Legion's invasion three times, our existence, and the fear and annihilation brought by the Dark Titans It's nothing compared to…”

But since you are so confident, maybe I should bless you?

There was undisguised mockery and sarcasm in Kil'jaeden's voice. He closed his eyes and said:

Come on, kill me! Give me my final rest! Then bury me in Mac'Aree...

The story of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, ends...

swish

But the great lord did not kill the killer. On the contrary, with a flick of his finger, Kil'jaeden's remnant soul was thrown into the darkness in front of him, where stood a silent knight of condemnation.

Velen changed to a suit of armor.

It is still the classic black, and it is still the helmet full of black spikes, and the cloak covering the body behind it. He stands quietly in the dark, like a statue, and behind him, he is carrying a handful of blood. The red war scythe is decorated with demon skulls. This heavy steel war scythe is shaped into an exaggerated shape, and the layers of metal fit together bring the weapon visible lethality.

And at the end of the scythe, there is also an elite's blood stone dotted, and under that gem, there are sharp bone spurs fastened by chains.

It is worth noting that at the core of the war scythe, the skull filled with blood halo is the skull that has been processed and belongs to the fraudster.

Here's something for you, Velen.

The great lord waved his hand:

Have some fun with this dishonest guy! He thought he could hide it from me... He thought I didn't know what kind of creature was hiding in Mac'Aree's Praetor's Seat... a head that devoured everything God of the Void, hehe.

Tyrion! You promised to rest me in peace!

The treacherous screams of the fraudster sounded in the darkness, like a murdered soul:

You promised me! You bitch! Liar! You shameless bitch! Curse you, I curse you!!

I promised you, poor Kil'jaeden, but Velen did not.

Tyrion watched Velen's figure disappear into the darkness. He folded his arms and walked to the edge of the platform of the dark temple. Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, a sharp light danced in his eyes.

The Legion has been defeated...

Then it was time to deal with the threat of the Dark Pantheon, and then, the final battle.

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Veren, listen to me, you don't have to do this!

In the dark passage of the Black Temple, Kil'jaeden's voice echoed in the silent soul of the Scourge Knight. The great demon persuaded his brother in the past. He had already died once at the hands of Velen. This brother, how ruthless he is now.

I know I'm sorry for you, I know I've done a lot of wrong things, I dare not ask for your forgiveness, I just want to say, give me a good time, Velen, my brother, I just ask for a complete end!

Facing the fraudster's entreaties, the Scourge Knight lowered his head, a ray of light flashed in his blue eyes, and he stroked Kil'jaeden's remnant soul with his fingers. , the scalp numb voice said softly:

It's all over, my brother Kil'jaeden, that's all over...

From now on, we will never be separated again...

I promise...