Azeroth’s Death Track

Anduin Lothar was rescued by the weird guy, and the beheading of the chief Orgrim failed. Although the Horde was still unyieldingly resisting the alliance's attack, Uther and Tirion Fordring led After the army defeated the shaman phalanx in the rear line of defense, the tribe's retreat route has been blocked.

The turmoil in the alliance camp has resumed after the retreat of the Blackrock orcs. Reinforcements from the rear have poured into the battlefield continuously. The soldiers of the Horde have been divided, and Orgrim himself has been trapped in an increasingly narrow space by the generals of the alliance. on the battlefield.

As the Kor'kron orcs were slain one by one, despite every orc's desperate resistance, the Horde's defeat was imminent.

And on a hillside not far from the main battlefield, the bodies of soldiers who died in battle are everywhere, as well as those orc warriors who fell on the battlefield. This is a land covered by death, and on this land However, the great knight Turalyon and his paladins, who tried to rescue the kidnapped Marshal Lothar, also encountered a fatal crisis.

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The sound of armor breaking and the pain of being torn flesh made all of Turalyon's struggles reach their peak at this moment. The death knight let go of his fingers, and the body of the holy knight wrapped in holy light fell at his feet.

The holy light was so hot that Tyrion's body seemed to be burning in a raging fire.

He looked down at Turalyon's angry eyes, and the look in those eyes was burning like a flame, but even so, he could still see the great knight's fear, see his disintegrating determination, see his The will that is destroyed bit by bit is like a burning flame of holy light that will never go out.

But at this moment, the flame that should have illuminated the darkness ahead was about to be forcibly extinguished.

There's really no animosity between us.

The death knight tilted his head, squatted down, and wiped the blood on the paladin's face with his hand. Although the scorching holy light crazily burned his fingers, it didn't make Tyrion flinch. In the darkness where flesh and blood were scattered like gravel, he whispered:

No misunderstanding, I could just let you go, but I don't want to, Turalyon, I hate you! Because of the things you will do in the future... oh, you don't understand, Right?

He stood up, his boots rubbed against the Paladin's body, and the magic sword in his hand was raised again.

He let out a strange chuckle, as if he was afraid of waking up a sleeping person, he lowered his voice:

It's okay, you don't need to understand, you just need to know that your death is not for me... Die quietly, Turalyon, this world will be different, just from tonight, from you The death of the...

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The blade pierced the paladin's stomach again, and this time, Turalyon finally let out a scream.

And this scream made Tyrion feel a kind of distorted comfort...

Eat, eat, I know you're hungry.

The death knight patted the hilt of Apocalypse's sword, and the magic sword pierced into the flesh began to bite the dying soul of the paladin.

The Holy Light may protect your body, but it cannot protect your soul.

At the moment when the death knight finished attacking, a cold light lit up behind his back, and the bloody wound was accompanied by flying flesh. This attack was so tragic that it directly sliced ​​through his back, and even his chest could be seen. It was supposed to be the place of the heart, but it was just empty flesh and blood.

In the hands of a master assassin, interlaced daggers can easily create such scars, and the pain is enough to make any living person feel hopeless. In the past 10 years, Mathias Shaw has used this method , As a result, many deserved or innocent people.

But unfortunately, what he faced this time was not an enemy who would be crushed by pain.

monster!

Mathias Shaw completed a fatal blow, and his body immediately turned to the other side, wanting to jump into the darkness again.

But unexpectedly, after receiving such a fatal injury, Tyrion seemed to be fine. He turned around lightly, and the dark red death energy surged out of his palm. The moment before Xiaoer disappeared, Appearing from under his feet, like an invisible hand, it clasped tightly around his neck.

Damn it!

Xiao Er's still injured body was hung in the air by the strangled death, and Tyrion's cold fingers touched his chest. The next moment, the blood was pulled out of Xiao Er's body like a long snake. Little by little, it covered the scar on the death knight's chest.

What was that just now? Is it a dagger?

Tyrion tilted his head, looked at Shaw who was twitching in pain in the air, and said softly:

Are you going to kill me in this way? Assassin...

Seeing Shaw's paler face and the undiminished killing intent in his eyes, the death knight shrugged:

Very well, although the assassins under my command are enough, they are very disobedient...you! After you die, you may become a very good scout.

Look!

The death knight stretched out his fingers and made a silent movement around his mouth, as if chatting, the cold frost condensed a sharp ice knife in his hand, and he whispered to the imprisoned guy:

It won't hurt very much, it's just a swipe and it won't even bleed much, like this...

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Swinging down the sharp blade, the death energy entwined on the ice skate jumped wildly, and Tyrion's eyes brightened up. Although he had been suppressing the desire for destruction in his heart, every time he saw the scene of blood flying, he would feel the pain from his heart. Feeling an eerie satisfaction.

He began to like the feeling of the sharp blade cutting the skin and the blood gushing from the veins.

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The flying blood was rippling in the air, shining some kind of light in the dark night, Tyrion stretched out his fingers, the warm blood fell on his fingertips, he put it under his nostrils and sniffed, the bloody sweetness The smell made his Adam's apple twitch, but in the end, he threw the blood from his fingertips on the ground, and looked back at the completely lifeless paladin.

He chuckled, grabbed Tianqi, and planned to leave.

It's as greedy as your brother, but it eats souls and can accumulate an invincible army for the sword bearer. You just want to eat them...

Tyrion snorted disapprovingly, and the moment he took a step, a yellow light suddenly lit up in the sky behind him, like the swing of a clock.

This made the death knight's face completely ugly.

Are you going to throw away the things you use up? Mr. Medivh, this is your guarantee? You have to do a full set of acting, isn't that too irresponsible?

Medivh's hoarse voice sounded in the death knight's heart, full of undisguised anger in that voice:

It was you who went too far! Tyrion Blade of Dawn...Your reckless behavior angered the bronze dragon who guards this timeline, now, come back quickly! It's coming to catch you!

I knew it would be like this, meddling in Lothar's life and death, no, no, no, when I was dealing with you cunning bastard mages, I knew...

The death knight glanced at Turalyon under his feet. The last hope in the paladin's eyes had been extinguished. His soul had been swallowed by the magic sword, and there was no possibility of resurrection. Tyrion turned and rushed out of this area. On the hillside shrouded in death, as he ran, he whispered:

Let's be honest, the bronze dragon appeared as soon as Lothar was sent away, Mr. Medivh, this shouldn't be an accident, right?

Faced with this question, Medivh did not answer directly, and after a while, his voice sounded again:

Lothar has been safely sent to the Deadwind Path, Tyrion, you have done what you should do, although you have done some things you shouldn't do, in short, crush the spar in your hand, return to the Mage Tower, where you It's safe!

This thing?

Tyrion flicked his finger, and a purple spar appeared in the palm of his hand. He tossed it up and down, and threw it aside casually.

My mother taught me many things, Medivh, and the one I remember most clearly is: Never take the path the enemy has arranged for you...

The death knight looked back at the counterclockwise light in the sky like a clock, which was a sign that the bronze dragon was coming.

He put the magic sword back into the scabbard with his backhand, turned his wrist up, and the dark red death energy rushed into the ground. A few seconds later, a dead war horse stood up with a moving body, and walked to Tyrion's side.

The cooperation between us is over, Star Mage, I know what you want to do, I also know what you will do, and I know even more that we are not the same from the beginning.

The death knight pulled the rein and got on his horse, and quickly rushed into the chaotic battlefield. Seeing that there was another battlefield where humans and orcs were fighting, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the magic sword with his backhand, injecting huge death energy into the battlefield. In the blade of the sword, in the neighing of Tianqi, wherever Tyrion went, those dead bodies stood up one after another.

Lost arms, lost heads, or even mutilated, the warriors of the Alliance, the orcs of the Horde, this scorched earth full of corpses, is full of power that Tyrion can use.

Their corpses were distorted, and only a shell was left after losing their souls. Under the injection, manipulation, and order of darker power, these shells stood up tremblingly and gathered behind the death knight. Where the horse rushed, a dead and twisted army appeared.

This is not the undead awakened by Tyrion, but the power of the magic sword Apocalypse. Although compared with its brother, the evil magic sword Frostmourne, Apocalypse is not a strategic weapon, but the two swords are the same Sources, forged in the darkness of the Twisting Nether, each possessed the power to awaken the dead.

The difference is that Frostmourne, which is more important than soul-binding, can easily form an army of death that is completely bound by the mind, while Apocalypse does not have the ability to control the soul for a long time. It is more tactical, and its power is stronger than Frostmourne. Sorrow is stronger, but the dead awakened by it will die again soon.

After all, Apocalypse is rebellious, it will not dedicate all its power to the sword-wielder, but its brother Frostmourne is docile, and it will form a symbiosis of power with the sword-wielder.

At the end of the day, it's just what they need.

Break them! Shred them!

Under Tyrion's order, where the blade of Apocalypse's ferocious machete points, no matter if it's human, orc, elf, or dwarf, all creatures blocking the way have become the targets of the walking corpses' attack, without any rules , There is no plan, no strategy, just rush forward and disperse them!

In the roaring and biting of the corpses, in the screaming and retreating of the living people, the small battlefield of melee quickly parted a road, like a skeleton road specially prepared for the noble king, in the low-pitched roar of the corpses In the middle, the death knight pulled the rein, and in the swing of his broken dark cloak, he quickly rushed out of the land shrouded in despair.

Another hope for the future! You have really worked hard, Mr. Medivh.

The death knight taunted ruthlessly:

But fortunately, just like you, I also kept a hand.

Don't judge us by your poor thinking, Tyrion, we are on the side of justice!

Medivh's voice became calmer, he was trying to persuade Tyrion to return to Karazhan:

Listen to me, we are friends, we are partners, and we will help each other!

It's your world, your justice, Medivh, this is not mine! You want to save people, but you don't want to kill people...

Tyrion didn't appreciate it. In the gallop of the death horse, he looked back at the battlefield behind him. Outside the dark sky, the yellow light of time had begun to shine rapidly. Maybe in the next moment, a dozen angry bronze The dragon would rush out of that halo and tear him to pieces.

Dancing on the edge of this kind of destruction that would come at any time gave the dead death knight a long-lost feeling in his heart. Maybe this is called freedom?

Are you trying to play tricks of deception in front of a real prophet? Medivh, look, I am even more concerned about the things I will do to you in the future, your person, your character, your means, and everything about you. You know better yourself!

Tyrion looked up, his gray hair blowing in the wind, his icy blue eyes with a dull gleam.

Let me go back to Karazhan, so that you can recover the dangerous magic sword Apocalypse! Or more simply, let me who caused all this die here. I saved Lothar, and I was the one who murdered them. The bronze dragons killed Get rid of me, and the timeline will return to normal, you have never directly intervened in this matter, so no one will suspect you!

The death knight laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke, and when he raised his head, was there a hint of a smile in his eyes?

No matter which way I go, I am just a pawn used by the great astral mage to save my companions. Now that my companions have been rescued, I am worthless... Do you still save things of no value for Christmas? ?”

Tyrion, you!

Medivh sounded again with a hint of astonishment, but was interrupted by the impatient Tyrion:

enough!

You thought you could save your world by tinkering in the timeline, and your desire for salvation and redemption became your weakness, allowing you to be played by the real enemy in applause! Medivh, you are a lesson, teach I don't want to be as stupid and stubborn as you!

The death knight running in the dark smiled happily, and his voice became extremely cold:

You don't understand at all! The future you want to protect is not worth saving at all! I want to destroy it and make it all over again! And I also know that you will help me leave this place of death. a little.

Why? Why should I help you, Tyrion?

Medivh's voice suddenly became very calm, and Tyrion could even guess the expression of the shadow of Medivh in Karazhan:

Since you guessed everything, you should know that I will not allow you to live. Your existence is a threat to this world! I think the Bronze Dragon will not allow the waves of time to become more and more chaotic.

No! Medivh, trust me, you will!

Behind Tyrion, three huge adult bronze dragons have passed through the time rift. The moment they appeared, they locked their eyes on the death knight fleeing from the battlefield. The dangerous behemoth roared and rushed towards Tyrion. come over.

The death knight tightened the reins, and looked back at the three bronze dragons that jumped down from the sky. His hair was blown back and scattered amidst the dragon's roar, but the expression on his face was very calm, as if determined Medivh will help him, he said softly:

My friend, why don't you take a look at the portal of darkness at this time?

What I'm trying to say is that if I die, half the world you're trying to save will probably be buried with me... But seriously, you can gamble! Maybe my subordinates won't manipulate it ?”

I can clearly tell everyone that Turalyon died and his soul was taken away. The last Gul'dan incident made me grow up a lot. In the future, plots that can't die will appear as rarely as possible, but I still In other words, there are still pitfalls in Turalyon, after all, it is quite interesting to play with the true and false Monkey King.