Azeroth’s Death Track

In the lonely castle in the dead world, Tyrion is sitting on a chair by the fireplace, his wife Aurelia is leaning on his arms. Deathwing, and will not let others disturb the High Lord.

The flames in the fireplace danced, casting warm light on the Great Lord and the Blood Mistress. The temperature of the flames in the dead world was lower than that in the real world, but as the rules of this world became more and more complete, these slight differences would soon be eliminated. To make up for it, when the rules of the world are truly perfected, the dead world will be completely independent of Azeroth and become a truly different world.

And every day, the dark clouds that shroud the sky of the dead world are dissipating, and the stars of the dead world are also shining like the present world. The world outside the death star sea has finally merged into this special group of stars.

It is the reflection of the stars in the present world. Starting from the dead world, one can enter any real world, as long as there is death in that world... There are more star points in this group of stars than in the present world.

Does she really not want it?

Tyrion fiddled with his long hair, and there was a khaki light floating in the palm of his other hand, and what shone in that light seemed to be something like a scepter.

This is the power of the earth, given by the titans to Neltharion at the beginning, making the Black Dragon King the guardian of the land of Azeroth, and when Deathwing completely became Deathwing, the power of the titans also Stripped from it by the great lord, because the Titan is dead, this authority will not be taken back, and it is always activated.

In other words, as long as the great lord finds a shaman with enough potential and can communicate with the earth, and stuffs this thing into his or her body, that shaman can become the second guardian of the earth. If you can survive the pain of being torn apart by the power of the earth.

The great lord originally planned to give this treasure to his precious daughter.

But now it seems that Miss Dornan is not willing to accept the old father's gift.

Dornan doesn't want it.

Alleria closed her eyes, buried her head in her husband's chest, and wrapped her hands around her husband's slender waist, as if she was going to keep hugging her forever and never let go.

Dornan said that she doesn't want to be trapped in the world of Azeroth forever. She also wants to travel the stars, see different worlds and civilizations, and see the scenery among the stars. She said that since her father can no longer return to this world , then she will replace her father to explore the stars...

This kid can really talk...

The great lord smiled, stroked his wife's pointy ears, and said:

I was a little moved by what I said, but in fact, she was just simply afraid of that pain, right?

Sure enough, I can't hide it from you.

The blood mistress also showed a smile on her face, and she sighed:

We spoil our children so much that we are afraid of even a little bit of pain. Besides, I don't know if it's an illusion. I always feel that those children are hiding something from us recently... Especially Yuna, I Haven't seen her for days.

Let them go.

The great lord closed his eyes, and in the darkness with his eyes closed, countless golden and pale lines reflected in his spirit. It was the intersection of the entire death star and the present world star, containing endless life and death. The entanglement is like a mess.

He has truly become death, the manifestation of the death power of the stars. It is hard to say whether the current Tyrion is a real life, but he still retains his own consciousness. After solving the last trouble, he It is time to start to deal with the mess of life and death in front of them, because the crazy slaughter of the Burning Legion has caused a terrible deflection in the life and death cycle of this group of stars.

The cycle of life and death must be maintained if the stars are to continue to exist.

It can be seen that, at least in the next few thousand years, Tyrion will not have much leisure time.

Children deserve to have a happy life...Those things that are too heavy, let us carry them.

The great lord rested his head on his wife's hair, his fingers touched the authority of the earth floating in front of him, and he said:

But I have to find a home for this thing...Selazane the Stonemother, Al'Akir the Wind Rider, and Ragnaros the Balrog, these stubborn elemental lords have sealed their elemental planes, They appear to be ready to go dark with the Dark Titan.

We have to find a shaman who has a sense of responsibility, has a big picture, and is capable, and is not afraid of elemental warfare... Wait, I think of a person, he should be able to.

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On the red land Durotar, dark hands dispelled the warm light of the day, and in the alternation of the bright moon and the sun, another night fell on this peaceful land.

The renovation of the orc city Orgrimmar has been completed. This city, which was originally made of brick, wood and fur, has completely changed its appearance.

The thick metal was reshaped by the shamans with the power of the elements, and then covered the original masonry structure, making the city look like it was made of black steel. These metals came from the crash in Dulong. Taal's demonic starships are so strong that it took a long time for the shamans to find a way to reshape them.

And on the entire steel-like city buildings, the shamans have also created clan-style spikes and patterns, making the city of Orgrimmar look full of murderous aura of iron and fire. It was also almost raised to the limit. Great Chief Thrall also took advantage of the opportunity of urban renovation to set aside a troll area and a tauren area for the new city, in order to attract other two ethnic groups to live here.

Recently, the chieftain has been discussing with the leaders of the tauren and trolls about the establishment of a large tribe, and because of the looming threat of the empire, the chances of success are very high. In the foreseeable future, Kalimdor's It is also likely that a second superpower will actually be established with Orgrimmar as its leader.

As night fell, Great Chief Thrall was walking in the city, and the new generation of crystal lamps produced by the Stormwind Kingdom were installed on both sides of the city's roads, just like street lights, illuminating the city in the dark , but in the shining light, Thrall's expression was not relaxed. A few days ago, as the leader of the orc civilization, he cast a vote to determine the fate of the world in the secret chamber of the heart of Silithus.

He chose to fight. Like all other leaders, he cannot wait for the end to come, but voting is easy, but doing things is difficult. The spirit of the world hopes that the allied forces of civilization will enter the world of Argus, but how to do it, the spirit of the world does not intervene , This has led to differences among civilizations. If an army wants to win a battle, the most important thing is to have a good commander, but the problem is...

The coalition forces of the whole world, who will be the commander? Who is that qualified?

Thrall could feel that this question was still noisy.

Another problem that troubled Thrall was that Dranosh's cousin, the only daughter of Brox Saurfang, the most experienced warlord of the orcs, Sola Saurfang, boldly made a bold statement yesterday. He showed love... But Thrall, how should I put it, he has no plans to find a lover yet, or in other words, his special experience determines that although he has an orc appearance and orc blood, his aesthetics may be more biased towards Human some.

It's not that he hates Sora, he doesn't dislike this female warrior with a distinct personality, but when it comes to feelings and love, there is indeed some distance.

But he couldn't reject Sola bluntly, and this matter was also related to the long-standing doubt in Thrall's heart. It was a doubt about his own identity. Is he a real orc or a human soul? Orcs?

At least until the doubt in his heart is resolved, it will be difficult for Thrall to make up his mind to fall in love with a female orc...

These two things were entwined in Thrall's mind, making it difficult for this always wise shaman to walk. He was immersed in his own thinking, but he didn't notice the strange fog slowly rising around him. When Thrall realized, he Has entered a place wrapped in mist.

Surrounded by fog, among the shadows, it is impossible to see the situation outside. Thrall doesn't even know whether he is still in the world of Azeroth, but as a powerful shaman and a former Gladiator, Thrall's psychological quality is very good, he took off the Hammer of Doom behind his backhand, wisps of blue lightning danced on the hammer.

Among the current leaders of Azeroth, although Thrall is low-key, his strength is top-notch, especially at the moment when Azeroth's elemental territory and the present world are opened, Thrall, as a A highly talented shaman, alone, can set off a tsunami that submerges a city, or a violent thunder and lightning that falls from the sky.

He was not afraid of challenges, but the scene in front of him seemed extremely strange.

Come out! Whoever you are!

Thrall shouted in the mist. He called for the power of the wind, trying to blow away the mist. The power of the wind did affect him, but there was no wind in the mist. It was as if this place did not belong to the present world at all. same.

Thal, don't struggle...the elements can't help you here.

A deep voice sounded in the mist, Thrall suddenly raised his head, and saw a strange knight wearing black heavy armor, a full-face helmet, and a broken epee on his back, slowly walking out of the mist. Walking out slowly, under the heavy helmet, there is a pair of calm and dead eyes.

Behind Thrall, a white-haired female swordsman in a white battle skirt, a white thorn helmet, and covered in cold frost also carried a sword of ice on her back, blocking Thrall's way of retreating.

Beside him, a wandering swordsman with devil wings on his back, a ferocious bone sword on his back, a twisted battle helmet, and a gorgeous, corrupt red armor leaned against the mist, emitting bursts of heart-stopping hair from time to time. Mao's sneer.

Thrall looked back, facing these three weird swordsmen, he did not attack rashly, because although the three of them appeared evil, they did not carry hostility... There was no hostility, Thrall could feel it arrive.

Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Where is this?

Thrall asked three questions, and the three swordsmen with different shapes answered him without reservation.

We serve the spirits of the Dead Lord...We are the emissaries of Lord Tyrion.

Lord Tyrion wants to see you, and he wants to give you a gift and a glorious mission that you can't imagine.

Here, this is the place where the world and death meet. The place you are going to is a place where the living cannot set foot. You must shed your flesh and blood and go to meet the monarch of death in the state of a soul.

After hearing that it was Tyrion's call, Thrall breathed a sigh of relief, and he put down his warhammer. He knew that he was powerless to refuse the call of the dead monarch, and most importantly, Tyrion's act of saving the world, It has been proved that the existence that looks like a big devil is actually on the side of world civilization.

He may not be a friend, but he is not an enemy either.

Thrall carried the warhammer behind his back. He nodded to the black heavy-helmed warrior in front of him, and said:

I'll go with you...

Well, the right choice.

The swordsman carrying the broken epee nodded in satisfaction. He turned around and walked into the mist. The mist obediently made way for him. Behind him, the white female swordsman and the demon swordsman Under his escort, Thrall's soul escaped from his body smoothly and stepped into the mist.

On the way to the dead, Thrall observed this unimaginable place for the living and asked:

I have also collected rumors about the great lord Tyrion, but in those rumors, you three swordsmen do not seem to exist...Who are you? I feel that you seem to be not ordinary beings.

This question made the red-armored warrior with demonic wings guarding Thrall's soul let out a slightly low-pitched laugh, and he replied in a hazy and hoarse voice:

My name is Tianqi.

This iceberg beauty is called Frostmourne, you can call her Frost.

The silent cool guy in front, his name is Ashbringer, he likes to be called Lord Ash...Now, do you understand?

You! You are the three weapons of Highlord Tyrion... unimaginable.

Sarton's eyes widened. The shaman carefully observed the three swordsmen. He said:

I've never heard of any spells that can make a weapon into this form. Even the most top-level spirit spells can't do it... How did he do it?

Your Excellency is the master of all souls. As weapons, we also have souls. In the process of gathering and repairing pure death, we have obtained free bodies. Isn't this a normal thing?

Iceberg Beauty Frost, also known as Frostmourne, lowered her head and looked at Thrall with that cold gaze. She whispered:

If you continue to be strong, if you go all the way up the path of the soul, and then break through the limit, then in the end, your Hammer of Doom will have the same form as ours... This is the fate of all legendary weapons, The real, final end.

At the moment when Shuang's voice fell, Ashes, the swordsman walking in the front, stopped. He turned sideways and made way for Thrall. Before Thrall, the fog suddenly dissipated, and a lonely castle appeared up.

Go ahead, Thrall.

Lord Tyrion, I'm waiting for you.