Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 158 28. Sudden burst of gunpowder smoke [29100]

Tyrion walked into the hall protected by the orcs. He came alone, without armor, only wearing a well-tailored black hunting suit, as if attending a grand banquet, he did not look like a Death knights, on the contrary, looked like those elf nobles who were polite and indifferent enough.

At his feet is the Hellfire Fortress not far from the Dark Portal. This is the huge fortress that Chief Blackhand built after destroying the entire Tanaan jungle before his expedition to Azeroth. In the center of Hellfire Peninsula, it looks like a steel beast standing in the middle of the earth.

Congratulations! Warchief Ner'zhul.

When Tyrion walked into the hall, he saw Ner'zhul sitting on a chair and three things on the table in front of him.

Thick spellbooks, gems shining with magic power, and a dark demon scepter embellished with weird wing decorations and eyeball gems.

A smile appeared on the corner of Tyrion's mouth. He spread his arms and said to the warchief who was looking at him:

You hold the orcs and the destined future of this world in your hands!

We would hardly have found them without your knight to guide us, my friend Tyrion.

Ner'zhul smiled, but the next moment, his expression became gloomy:

But I have a small question about the future you showed me...I have a trivial question.

His finger was on the black demon scepter, he looked at the death knight in front of him, and asked softly:

When I touched this staff, I felt the gaze from the depths of the stars. It was a powerful, familiar, and disgusting feeling, very much like the one that once tempted my people into darkness. Shi Benefactor, that great demon, Kil'jaeden... Apparently, it has touched this staff, although this staff, as you said, has portals to hundreds of worlds imprinted in it, but I I still want to ask, what does this staff have to do with demons?

Once I use it to open the portal, what kind of world will I arrive at?

Ner'zhul narrowed his eyes:

Last question, are you here for a showdown? Tyrion...

The three questions made the smile on the death knight's face disappear. He coughed lightly and said:

It seems that the great chieftain can become the greatest shaman, not just relying on luck. You have wisdom that many people don't have. Well, this scepter belongs to the dark titan Sargeras, who used it to enter Azeroth Well, the hundreds of portals etched into the staff lead to lonely worlds, worlds already overrun by demons.

As long as you use it, you will be discovered by Sargeras or Kil'jaeden, and the location of this world will also be exposed to the eyes of demons. In just a short moment, tens of thousands of demons will pass through the gate of the world , arrive at Draenor, and destroy everything here, including this world!

By the way, you may not be familiar with the name Sargeras. The Dark Titan has another identity, the leader of the Burning Legion... Kil'jaeden, who once tempted you, is one of its most powerful demons. It is a wicked artifact that can only bring endless despair and death.

boom

Ner'zhul couldn't bear his anger anymore. Even though he had guessed all this before that, when Tyrion clearly revealed the truth, the warchief still felt ashamed and angry that he had been fooled.

What a new world! What hope! What kindling! What future! . . . You're lying to me! You disgusting liar!

cheat?

The death knight raised his head, looked at the angry Ner'zhul, and said in a deep voice:

Please don't insult my reputation... I have given you the new world, didn't you just come back from there?

You're talking about...Azeroth!

That's right, there it is! Can you reopen the Dark Portal without the head of Gul'dan I gave you?

Tyrion flicked his fingers, and a gleam of light flashed in his icy blue eyes:

Warchief Ner'zhul, I have done everything I promised! You see, I thought our cooperation would make each other happy. You get hope and I get time.

Tyrion blinked:

I didn't lie to you from the beginning to the end, the demons will not let this world go, and I will stay here and wait for them, give them a head-on blow, no need to thank me.

He took out a pocket watch from the pocket of his black hunting jacket, checked the time, and said to Ner'zhul:

Time is running out. If you put down your weapons now, maybe we can drink wine together in the Dark Temple. Forget about the promised future. The moment the Draenei spaceship landed, this world has long been in the future.

shameless!

The great chief stood up, and the orc warriors around him took a step forward, pointing their weapons at Tyrion, trapping him in place. The death knight didn't care about these weapons that could pierce into his body at any time. weapon, he just looked left and right, then said to Ner'zhul:

The chiefs of the other clans didn't come back. You see, Great Chief, they are smarter than you. They know how to choose the right one...Since you guessed the ending, why did you come back and throw yourself into the trap?

Because I'm coming back to tear to pieces any fool who dares to deceive the Horde!

Holding the Staff of Thousand Souls, Ner'zhul took a step forward, and said viciously, Because no one can be safe after deceiving the tribe!

well...

The death knight didn't need to breathe, but Tyrion still sighed at this time to express his regret. He shook his left hand, and the magic sword Apocalypse placed in the storage ring fell into his hand, and he was holding the weapon tightly. In an instant, howling like howling ghosts and howling wolves sounded around Tyrion, followed by a rapidly expanding death storm.

swish

A pair of black wings made of energy spread out behind Tyrion's back. He raised his head, and in the cold frost wrapped around him, he whispered to Ner'zhul:

It's a pity that I gave you a chance.

boom

A loud noise attracted everyone's attention at this moment, and even the great chief Ner'zhul turned his gaze to Tyrion's back. In the distance, where the Dark Portal stood, the giant stone pillars The dark green energy vortex in the dark green energy vortex is like an extinguished fire, shrinking rapidly, and finally gathers into dark green light spots, and then completely dissipates.

Just like it was turned on in reverse.

The Dark Portal...is closed, without the Warchief's orders, closed!

Saurfang! Traitor!

Ner'zhul's eyes widened, he looked at Tyrion suddenly, and he said word by word:

Saurfang is also yours?

Maybe he will become a member of the Dark Blade Knights in the future, really.

Tyrion turned his wrist, and with a trace of regret, he said softly:

But now it seems that this exchange is not a loss. The orcs will continue to live in another world. Azeroth has enough places for them to live. The Horde will keep the last trace of fire as you wish. You see, I did what I promised you, I didn't lie to you, now... let's go, Warchief!

Let you and I keep our dignity for the last time, and never face swords, but in fact, whether you want it or not, your world has already belonged to me!

boom

The next moment, dazzling thunder and cold storms exploded in the top hall of Hellfire Citadel, and the flying energy lifted off the top floor of the solid fortress, like fireworks shooting into the sky, representing another battle on the broken land. The burst of gunpowder.

Oh, negotiations broke down... what a pity.

Far away at the place where Talador and Hellfire Peninsula are connected, on the towering and barren hillside, Serente rubbed his eyes, and he clearly saw the ceiling of Hellfire Citadel being lifted off, which meant that his boss had entered the battlefield up.

Then come on

Celent bent down, picked up a black flag from his feet, and shook it in the air. The big black flag fluttered in the wind, and the moment the black Broken Blade flag fluttered, at the entrance of the passage below the hillside, Yrel, who was riding on the armored war horse Midnight, put the black heavy helmet on her head with a click.

In the passage behind her, the densely packed undead also became anxious.

There are no disgusting members with broken arms, short legs, broken stomachs, and dragging intestines in the traditional Necromancer Legion. Although Auchindoun was destroyed in the big explosion more than ten years ago, there are Draenei after all. The holy place where corpses have been stored for 200 years, the corpses awakened there are all intact, and most of them have their own armor.

The dead corpses awakened through the large psychic circle retain their own souls, and the long-term sleep makes their bodies full of death energy, but their thinking is still a little confused, which makes their formation crooked, and in this formation, except for the tall In addition to the draenei, there are many orcs... Awakened orcs.

There's more to Talador than just draenei burials.

Thousands of undead piled up the road leading from Talador to Hellfire Peninsula. So many dead gathered together, the death energy in the body resonated, but any road they walked , were all wrapped in thick ice, and wherever they went, the weeds and thorns that could grow in the most terrible barrenness were frozen.

Yrel pulled the reins and was the first to rush out of the position. Behind her, the draenei knights riding the awakened thunder elephants followed closely behind. There was only the sound of death rushing across the ground, and Nothing else.

This is a silent army...

And in the place where they ran, the tumbling death energy gathered and penetrated deep into the ground, no need for cumbersome summons, no need to bless the soul, just the connection and awakening of the death instinct.

Those bones that died in the war, those dead souls buried under the dust and trampled on by others, they stretched out their bony palms, they tore the ground above their heads, and were infused with enough energy to maintain their activities, even though they had long lost They lost their souls, but under the call of death, they once again stepped into the battlefield.

There are more and more numbers, following behind the galloping death knights, chaotic, crazy, irrational, can only rely on the little desire left in the broken body... the hatred for the living, the desire for destruction.

Led by their more powerful brethren, they charge without hesitation...until they overwhelm all.

This is... This is the Knights of Tyrion's dream. Although it is still very weak and very rudimentary, it doesn't matter, time is on their side, and they will always grow.

clang clang

The ear-piercing alarm bells sounded crazily in the outer positions of Hellfire Citadel, but before the reinforcements arrived, the first orc flew upside down as Yrel swung the hammer. He fell to the ground and was shot again. Then the huge thunder elephant knights crushed it.

The distorted corpse lay pitifully in the flattened camp. At the moment of his death, he was unable to swing the counterattack sword, and the most terrifying thing was that after the death knights charged past, The body that lost its soul staggered up from the ground under the call of death energy.

He looked around in a daze, his half-crushed head still had disgusting blood and broken bones, but the next moment, he dragged his weapon and joined the staggering undead army.

boom

Holding the magic sword in both hands, Tyrion dodged the lava flames coming from the front. He charged forward, and between wrong steps, the sharp blade brushed against the roaring earth elemental, and three staggered red rays of light flashed away. As the death knight's body approached Ner'zhul, the solid body of the earth element was torn apart.

The power of the elements!

Seeing Tyrion rushing towards him, Ner'zhul did not dodge or dodge. He opened his hands and clenched his hands into fists at the moment Tyrion's blade swung down.

It's by your side!

Bang Bang

The solid ground under the two people's feet cracked, and the entangled soil formed two fists from bottom to top, grabbing the death knight's feet from left to right, stopping his attacking movement in place, and a twitch appeared at the corner of Ner'zhul's mouth. With a sneer, his fists wrapped around the rotating earth shield, and hit Tyrion's chest like steel cannonballs bursting out.

Snapped

The grip of the earth under the corner of his mouth was shattered, the body of the death knight flipped twice in the air, and landed firmly on the ground. The dark wings behind him bulged, raised his head, and stretched out his hand to wipe his face, which was scratched by the strong wind. the wound.

With the shaking of Tyrell's fingers, the orc guards who were killed before stood up one by one from the ground, stiffened their bodies, held their weapons, and surrounded the big shaman under the order of the death knight. Central platform.

You are not fighting me, Ner'zhul.

You're at war with all the dead in this world, you're at war with your own civilization...Look, I can last a long time...

Tyrion stretched out his hand and clasped it on the shoulder of an orc undead beside him, extracting the death energy from the body of the awakened dead man. As the undead fell to the ground again, the wounds on his body were also speeding up. heal.

Tyrion moved his wrist easily, raised the magic sword again, and brushed his fingers against the sharp blade. In the ice-blue light spot where the rune was lit, he saw the increasingly ugly face of the great shaman.

Hope for the present creates dissatisfaction, hope for the future creates a burden... Abandon meaningless hope! My friend.

Second round, start!