Azeroth’s Death Track

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In front of the Pantheon, the last ray of golden light, like a butterfly flapping its wings, scattered on the forehead of Elune, the spirit of the world, who was imprisoned in place.

That ray of golden light did not stay or attach, just like the water seeping into the earth, it merged into her body the moment it touched the spirit of the world, but it also expressed that Elune had completely lost her body. Gained control over his spirit body.

She was like a puppet, maintaining that bleak posture, her eyes were fixed on the great lord walking towards her, Tyrion didn't have much expression on his face, and there was only a piece of peace in his right eye , calm as if Elune never knew this person.

She seems to have never really understood him.

But those old times...

The first meeting in Silithus, the conversation on Mount Hyjal, the encouragement before the big event, the comfort when the fate is unknown, the protection when the danger comes, and the peace of mind moment...

Are these all fake?

Are these all his disguises?

Under the gaze of the titans, Tyrion stood in front of Elune. He looked at her staring eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand, and smoothed Elune's messy silver hair. He said:

I never forsook you... Like I said, you'll never walk alone.

Then let me go!

Elune gritted her teeth and said:

Get out of here with me!

No.

The great lord stretched out his hand, and gently hugged Elune in his arms in the posture of a princess hug. With the black windbreaker fluttering, he hugged her and walked towards the center of the Pantheon, where the arcane power had already begun to beat. Node, step into the true destiny of Elune, who belongs to the spirit of the world.

Because I can't watch you run away, kid.

This is what you have to go through, a road to greatness and immortality, I said, you will become the most shining goddess among the stars, and you will become the center of the next era...Here is the starting point to greatness.

Tyrion is like an old father sending his daughter away from home, he said softly to the spirit of the world:

This is not a fairy tale.

This is not a story where you find the perfect way by relying on love or hope.

Sargeras is the real destroyer among the stars. He came for you. You need power. If you desire peace and beauty, then you need the power to protect beauty.

Tyrion's persuasion was interrupted by Elune's scream, and the World Spirit shouted in an angry voice:

You're just scared! Tyrion!

You are starting to be afraid of Sargeras! You use me as your tool! Just like you drive your subordinates!

I am not your subordinate! Tyrion, I regard you as a relative! I don't want this fate! You have no power...you have no power to decide my future! Bastard, let me go! Let me go!

Elune's shout was like a heavy hammer, hitting the soul of the great lord Furui Wubo, but it couldn't shake his mind.

Children will always resist the arrangements of their parents.

They yearn for freedom and have unrealistic fantasies about the unknown.

In their eyes, everything in this world can be solved with love and conversation.

They said that the parents had lost their vigor, lost the courage to challenge, and had been polished off by the dirty reality. They laughed at the parents' reality and compromise.

They believe that life should be free and unrestrained, live in white clothes better than snow, and live without a trace of fireworks.

They think that they are the protagonists of their own era, and they are not willing to be as conservative as their parents. They always feel that the unique temperament and edges and corners of themselves are the real meaning of their lives, and that is the real meaning of life. self.

But, that's not it!

Life is not a joke, there is no chance to start again, and it is not a beautiful story, just like the mortals in Azeroth, in this turbulent era that lasted for more than ten years, even if they are just alive, they already need to do their best .

Destiny has never had a master, and no one will be the real protagonist of fate. Even Anduin Wrynn, whose life seems to be the smoothest in the next era of Azeroth, has his own troubles and ups and downs. Even The Dark Titan Sargeras, who is so powerful beyond the rules of the stars, also wants to reorganize the Dark Pantheon, because even Sargeras knows...

He, alone, can't handle all this!

You don't understand yet, child.

Facing Elune's rebuttal and sarcasm, Tyrion's expression was calm. He gently placed the World Spirit in the center of the Pantheon, and he took out something from his bosom, which was a blood-stained leaf pendant. It was also the last relic left of the great lord on the night when he really died.

He hung it about Elune's neck, and said:

I've watched you grow up day by day, kid.

I can't be your father, but I wish I were...

I shaped the destiny of the world, and I also planned your destiny. No matter how much you hate me, please remember...

I never abandoned you.

The great lord looked at Elune's eyes filled with sadness and pleading, he breathed a sigh of relief, kissed Elune's forehead like an elder, and said:

From today onwards, we will never see each other again.

Eluen, you are not my subordinate, and I have never been afraid of Sargeras, this... This is my last gift to you, this is your coming-of-age ceremony.

Bravely walk on the road of your destiny, stride forward.

Elune, you are my daughter...

You are the daughter of death...

You will never walk alone.

After saying these last words, the high lord turned around and left.

The projection of the death star sea easily landed in the hall of the Pantheon, and he stepped into it. Under Elune's complex gaze, the gloomy death covered the last figure of the great lord, and then closed in an instant, just Like the shadow of the death party, and like the ashes of all things burning, in the end, it will be scattered with the wind.

I don't know him very well.

The Supreme King Aman'Thul stood up, tapped his fingers, and the pendant inlaid with the Eye of Aman'Thul slowly fell on Elune's neck. Light, he looked at Elune, and he said:

But I can feel that he is a really good father, a most qualified defender, more qualified than us.

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Under the control of Aman'Thul, the entire Pantheon became illusory at this moment, as if caught in a hundred times, or even thousands of times, the time of the flow. The growth of the world spirit is a very complicated process. En's maturity is not achieved simply by infusing the soul power of the six titans into Elune's spiritual body. Such a rough infusion will only cause Elune's weak mind to collapse instantly.

The Titan Spirits chose the safest way. They accelerated the time flow of the Pantheon, allowing Elune's will to mature naturally during the flow of time and the infiltration of the power of the Titan Spirit.

The growth of the spirit of the world needs to grow together with the world itself that conceived her, but the Titans have eliminated the influence of the world. As a filling, they will undertake the supplement of nutrients for the spirit body in this time flow.

Don't hate him, Elune.

The life titan let out a long sigh. She put her hands on the armrest of the throne, and slowly closed her eyes. The next moment, a sapling full of vitality was born at Elune's feet, and within a hundredth of a second, , quickly grew into a towering tree, wrapping the spirit of the world in the trunk.

He has given everything for you, just like us...

The platinum disc in Norgannon's hand rose into the air, and the magic power flowed into the trunk of the Tree of Life through the disc as a medium, replenishing the magic power for Elune and filling her spiritual body bit by bit. .

He deserves respect!

Kazgros the Shaper placed the Hammer of the Shaper on the root of the Tree of Life, and the power of the earth flowed into the root like a tide, and the magic power filled Elune's spirit body, while the power of the earth, Fortify her soul and will.

He will continue to protect you, as we have.

Aggramar did not participate in the ceremony to strengthen Elune's power. The titan put the shield of Aggramar she had used in front of her body, and constantly strengthened the weapon. After Elune matured, she not only needed the Titan Sarlacc came against Sargeras and needed the Aegis of Aggramar to protect him.

But you are a Titan Protoss, nourished by the stars, he can't be your blood father, so don't make a mistake, little girl.

Gorgonus told a joke that wasn't funny. The young titan continued to glue his own tidestone and poured his own power into it. Elune not only needed a weapon, but she also needed a magic weapon. Mobilize huge magic power to fight against Sargeras's extinction fire.

He was really a good father.

The rager stretched out his fingers and knocked on the Tidal Stone. He wiped it off in a weird way, and whispered:

Your relationship is really enviable. Oh, that scene just now made me want to cry...

But what about Elune?

The world spirit placed in the tree of life was stunned to accept the power from her predecessors. She could feel that the titans were getting weaker. They sacrificed themselves to win hope for Elune and the stars. This is the greatest sacrifice.

But Elune didn't feel that greatness...

In her heart, there was only a dull feeling of pain.

This is...

Does your child feel sad for the first time?

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You cried...

In the Lonely Castle in the Dead Realm, Ms. Xalatas, who had returned from negotiations between Argus and the Ethereals, looked at the High Lord Tyrion on the throne in surprise. In the corner of the High Lord's eye, there was a tear like a drop of water.

This surprised Xalatas.

She never knew that this lunatic who was terrifying enough to slaughter a Titan actually had such an emotional side.

You actually cry too...

The secretary was amazed, she put down the document in her hand, and circled around the silent and overwhelmed great lord twice. At this moment, she seemed to be no longer as rigid and dead as before, but seemed to have recovered a little bit. It was the posture of the fifth ancient god.

The High Lord didn't care about her gaze at all, he was immersed in his own world.

And Xalatas stretched out his hand cautiously, trying to hide the tears from the corners of the great lord's eyes, but just before she touched the great lord, a hand with a black glove slapped her hard. finger.

Blood Mistress Alleria walked out of the shadow of the throne with a blank face. She looked at Xalatas and said:

Get busy with your business!

The news that should not be spread indiscriminately, don't talk nonsense...

Xalatas snorted, but she knew that she was still alive only because Alleria saved her that day, otherwise she might have died together with N'Zoth.

Therefore, I still feel grateful to the blood mistress, Miss Xalatas, who has been completely transformed into a dead creature.

She picked up the documents on the table, took one last look at the high lord, and then turned to leave.

When the sound of Xalatas' high heels colliding with the ground faded away, Mistress Blood squatted down. She held her husband's hand. She looked at her husband and the tears on his face. She said softly:

You're always like this...Obviously, you don't need to bear everything.

You're always abusing yourself, can't you, be nicer to yourself?

The lamenting voice of the blood mistress awakened the great lord from his tumbling emotions. He held his wife's hand tightly, and said:

I'm just, just doing the right thing...

I know, but you can't always do the right thing, they are like thorns, you know it's right to pull them out, but they can also sting you, just like you treat the world, treat Elune, you love them, and no one loves them more than you.

Alleria pressed her husband's cold hand to her cheek, feeling her husband's disturbed mood, she said:

You are like an iron felt and a forging hammer, making them stronger and more powerful, making them capable of facing all challenges from fate, but you have to bear all this, it's not fair to you, I Tyrion...

In this world, those feelings, love, hope, and hugs, these are what you deserve.

Not only can they enjoy that era, but you are also entitled to appreciate it.

The blood mistress stood up, gently hugged her husband's head, and placed it on her abdomen. She gently stroked her husband's hair, and she hummed an elven ditty from Quel'Thalas. When Ryan was young, the two favorite songs, those past times, warm, colorful times, those memories that only belonged to her and Tyrion, those stories, those precious pasts .

Alleria looked at the man in her arms. She knew that this man was not the one she was supposed to be looking for in her original destiny. This man did not belong to this world. It could even be said that it was Tyrion who destroyed Aurelia. It should have been a more turbulent life, but he gave Aurelia another life.

The Mistress of Blood didn't care about the commotion in the unexpected world. She had never regretted meeting Tyrion, but now, she just wanted her husband to rest in her arms.

He's been... tired for too long.

Tyrion felt his wife's love, he was like a greedy person, feeling this unreserved love greedily, flicking his fingers, the darkness from the death star sea would completely cover this hall, he didn't want to let Others disturbed his tryst with his wife. At that moment when everything fell into warmth and darkness, the great lord closed his eyes and said in a tone that was so stubborn that it made people feel distressed:

I don't care, the pain.

Because I know, I've been doing it all the time...

The Right Thing...