Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 195 33. The Death of Ner'zhul 【66100】

No one can know the future.

Even a true prophet like Velen, who can think over and over in the fragments of the future, dare not say that he must have mastered the context of the future, because the future is born based on the present, and it has never been an established destiny.

This is the true meaning of destiny, the future with infinite possibilities!

Unfortunately, in Azeroth, the future is fixed... There is a group of creatures who possess the mysterious and powerful power of time. They roam repeatedly in the long river of time. They claim to be able to peek into the infinite future, and then from The best one has been found among the countless futures, and it is regarded as the real destiny of the world. Any attempt to change the future will lead to their ruthless strangulation.

This is the bronze dragon, the guardian of time. Their obstinacy in maintaining the correct future is incomprehensible to ordinary people, and even their compatriots cannot understand this cruelty. Make people like it.

The Draenei's Arcane Ship flew across the sky of Draenor at high speed, sailing from Gorgrond to the distant Shadowmoon Valley. At the speed of this warship that can fly among the stars, it only takes less than 10 minutes , it can reach the destination across half the world, and this is still under the condition that the energy engine is damaged and can only use half of the energy.

The background of the draenei is surprising.

Tyrion stood on the bridge of the battleship, looking at the operation compartment in front of him that was completely different from the spaceship on the science side in his memory. Those Draenei technicians stood in front of a large finely carved crystal, dancing with their fingers. Tap on the light belt to operate the armed spaceship, which looks full of magical charm.

And the death knight's dry appreciation made the prophet standing next to him narrow his eyes. This is not to say that the prophet was angry because of Tyrion's insincere appreciation. In fact, what really worried the prophet was another thing.

Mr. Tyrion, you said that the tragic future of the world I saw will appear soon, right?

The rosary in the prophet's hand was twirling repeatedly, and undisguised heaviness flashed in his eyes:

It's been almost 2 years, I thought, that's just a ridiculous future I saw...

Draenor, this world, should have collapsed a year and six months ago.

Tyrion turned his head to look at the passing scenery outside the porthole of the spaceship, and he said calmly:

Mr. Villen, I can only tell you that the future you see is true, but the current development of this world is also true. This is the true meaning of destiny... an infinite future that will never be bound.

Unfortunately, there are always some stubborn guys who stubbornly want to bind fate. They desperately want to push the changed future back to its own track, and even sacrifice the life and death of a whole world for this. ...Facing such a cruel person, we should give her a slash from the back!

The death knight looked back at the archmage Khadgar with cold hands and feet, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes:

You say so, Mr. Khadgar.

The Prophet was not as calm as Tyrion. He recalled the vision he saw a few years ago, and he suddenly shuddered. In the future clip, he saw the land and sky of Draenor completely collapsed. The sinking sea, the completely dry and barren world, the shattered territory, and the undisguised peeps of those ferocious demons on the edge of the void.

That would be... a world-ending catastrophe.

Is it too late for us to rush over now?

The Prophet asked again, and the death knight shrugged, and said in a disconcerting hollow voice:

Who knows? I've tried my best to prepare, but if things don't go well, at least we can see the end of this world with our own eyes... That's a rare sight!

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On the other side, at the end of the complex incantations manipulating the staff of Sargeras, in front of the old orc Ner'zhul, the magic circle left by the bronze dragon had already shone with the brightest magic light. In the eyes of Dalaran The huge magic power contained in it was poured into the pitch-black scepter, and the cumbersome spells were like a password, quietly opening the portal sealed in the devil's staff.

And connected to the fully functioning magic circle is the magic power underground of the Dark Temple, that together with the entire Shadowmoon Valley, and even the magic hub of the entire world continent, the Sargeras scepter bursts out an ominous purple-black light, that dazzling light The click collapsed the thick space, and opened a door in an unknown world among the stars.

In the dark green energy vortex that hovers and shines like a portal of darkness, what is revealed may not be the long-awaited freedom.

Standing before the gate, Ner'zhul hesitated again.

The long conversation Tyrion had with him more than a year ago came to mind again. He still remembered what Tyrion said to him... made another choice, which is the signal to join the game of fate .

And the death knight said...

It could be very painful, 10,000 times more painful than any hell I can think of.

The old orc suddenly felt a kind of fear, the fear bursting out from the deepest part of his heart, and the dark green vortex swirling in front of his eyes looked like the gate of hell opened, representing the most terrible pain he would endure in the future.

At this moment, when he was really faced with a painful choice, the old orc regretted it. Maybe he should have committed suicide long ago instead of lingering on his last breath until now.

But there is still a lingering cowardice in his heart, which represents hope that is almost impossible to exist.

Maybe...maybe there is a wonderful world beyond this door, a world that is free and full of hope...

boom

Ner'zhul's hesitation didn't last long. The death knights who came belatedly kicked open the door of the cell. Ruminas rushed into the cell, and saw purple-black lightning dancing around the edge. The deep portal, and the irritable and unspeakable magic power filling the entire prison, and the prisoner Ner'zhul standing in front of the portal with a hesitant face.

Close it!

Luminas shouted: Ner'zhul, don't be stupid! You know better than anyone what that ominous staff represents. Close it now, at least you can survive!

live?

The death knight's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Ner'zhul's hesitant heart fiercely. He looked at the death knight in front of him mockingly, and said softly:

Live like a dog? Beg for mercy at Tyrion? Little girl, don't underestimate me!

Looking at the death knights who surrounded him, Ner'zhul was completely enlightened at this moment.

He thought he had a choice, but maybe after the defeat a year ago, when he was captured by Tyrion, he already had no choice, that death knight knew he would not kill himself, as he said, he used own cowardice.

The old orc stared at the portal in front of him, he took a deep breath, and he remembered that conversation again, Tyrion said that he still has a conscience, does he have it?

Maybe, but if that's what's meant to be his entangled fate with the world of Draenor... so be it.

boom

The staff of Sargeras was thrown aside, Ner'zhul's chaotic eyes became clear, he looked at Luminas, and he shouted loudly:

Tell Tyrion that I... Warchief Ner'zhul of the Horde, I join his game!

Let him not forget everything he promised me... I will, I will see it with my own eyes!

hum

Amidst the tens of thousands of thunder and lightning from the portal, the hunched old orc gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and stepped into the unstable portal. At the moment he disappeared, the black Sagra The staff of Si lost control, and the violent magic power exploded completely at this moment.

boom

Underneath the entire Dark Temple, the mobilized magic power of the entire Shadowmoon Valley seems to have found a catharsis, continuously rushing into the still functioning magic circle, when Ner'zhul's figure was wrapped in purple-black lightning and disappeared. At that moment, the portal that was still operating smoothly expanded rapidly, almost instantly, completely enveloping the dark cage.

crash

Like a dark storm, the inflated portal formed a black hole-like spatial singularity in the inner layer of the temple, devouring everything around. Grabbing on the ground, even plowing out dents on the ground, but still unable to escape the end of being swallowed by the out-of-control black hole of space.

At the moment of the disaster, Luminas rushed out of the cell, but the magic storm that exploded behind her still rolled her body up.

bang bang

The black rune long sword pierced the ground like two handles, and the death knight lady was holding on to the hilt tightly, her body was already suspended in the air by the expanding space storm behind her.

Every minute and every second, the space storm was expanding, and with the increasing attraction, Luminas's arms made an overwhelmed clicking sound.

boom

The two long swords pierced into the hard ground collapsed together with the ground, Luminas's body swayed in the air, and fell into the dark storm behind her, the light in her red eyes was beating violently, she didn't want to By dying like this, she had only just recovered what was really important.

No

And at this moment, the Blood Mage returning from Auchindoun rushed into the center of the Dark Temple. In the past year and a half, the Dark Blade Knights had already made every effort to prepare for the outbreak of disaster.

Snapped

The dark runes were activated, as if a sleeping switch had been turned on. The next moment, the runes all over the outer and inner layers of the dark temple were like electrified grids, and the obscure magic power was released in an instant. All over the temples that have begun to collapse, this dancing of magic power is like a sharp knife, forcibly cutting off the operation of magic power inside the entire Black God Temple.

Forbidden!

As a high-level mage who was born and raised in Quel'Thalas, Seven admired the magical Banti Raynor barrier set up by his ancestors that surrounded the entire Quel'Thalas, and when they evacuated When he was in Quel'Thalas, at the request of Tyrion, he made a special trip to rub all the runes of the exposed rune stone.

And now, this large-scale enchantment rune came in handy!

boom

A panicked Luminas passed through the portal whose magic power had been cut off. During the cutting of the chaotic space, the armor of her whole body was torn to pieces, cold blood splashed everywhere, and finally smashed into the ground with her body. In the broken ruins on the edge of the cell, she crawled out of the ruins in a daze, looked left and right, then gritted her teeth, dragged her seriously injured body, and left here as fast as possible.

Obviously, it's not safe here!

And as the huge magic power from the underground of the Dark Temple was cut off, the magic power that had nowhere to vent gathered crazily under the entire temple. As Ang, Velen and Khadgar watched, an earth-shattering bang burst out from the underground of Shadowmoon Valley.

In their field of vision, this hopeless land filled with green evil energy... collapsed.

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hum

After the almost unbearable bad experience of spinning around, Ner'zhul's old body was thrown on a piece of scorched ground. He struggled to get up, and behind him, the portal that lost its magic power supply went out silently up.

That was his only way home, and now that way was cut off.

Ner'zhul struggled to stand up. He looked up, and all he saw was a dark green scene. This should have been a complete world, but at this time, the sky of the world was already covered with dark green light. Fiery meteors fell from the sky every minute, and the ground in front of his eyes was covered with dark green fel magma, the ground was cracked, and erupting volcanoes were everywhere.

It's exactly the same as the Shadowmoon Valley in his memory, no, it's worse than Shadowmoon Valley, at least there won't be such a huge demon in Shadowmoon Valley...

Yes, demons.

Everywhere, ferocious, cunning, ugly, stupid, outrageous, crazy... demons! It was densely packed, and the edge couldn't be seen at a glance. The scorching hot wind blew across Ner'zhul's cheeks, even igniting his hair. The old orc swallowed hard.

In front of his eyes, on the skull throne lifted up by those demons, there was a winged man with black bone spurs all over his body, dark red skin like flames, recurved legs like the draenei, and a long tail The great demon was looking at him with cruel and playful eyes.

Like looking at... a new toy.

After you make your choice, you will know who our real enemy is... I hope that by then, you won't be scared to pee your pants.

Tyrion's voice once sounded in Ner'zhul's heart, and the old orc couldn't help but tremble. He looked at the invincible great demon, Kiel the Benefactor who once bewitched the orc to drink the blood of the demon. Jiadan, his legs gave way, and he fell on the scorching ground of Argus.

He finally sees...

Tyrion's true enemy...

demon! Burning Legion!