Azeroth’s Death Track

Grim Batol was extremely lively today. First, there was a riot in the place where the Red Dragon Queen was imprisoned. The dragonmaw orcs who could still fight were sent there to guard the most important treasure of the clan. Then the Hall of the Chiefs was breached. The crazy Nekros and his guards were brutally dismembered. When the orc warlock Draka Shadowburner found out, the most important dragon soul had disappeared.

Block the news, then... then look for it! Look for it!

Draka's eyes were red, and violent fel power was moving back and forth in his body. He was like an enraged beast, in the hall of chiefs full of the remains of Nekros the Skull Crusher Walking back and forth, he yelled at the guard behind him:

Anyone who can move! Get on the red dragon and give me those damn black dragons...

My lord! Draka-sama!

The scout running from a distance pushed open the door panting. He looked at the angry Draka, and screamed in fear:

The gate of the city has been breached!

boom

The orc warlock, who could no longer restrain his anger, smashed the scorching magic flame on the table beside him, smashing the solid stone table into powder, and roared:

Who! Who is attacking us at this time!

The obviously terrified scout swallowed, and said with difficulty:

dead!

What?

Warlock's eyes widened: Who are you talking about?

Dead, my lord! Undead... endless undead! They surround the whole mountain! We don't even know where they come from!

Undead?

Draka Shadowburner's body shook for a moment. The undead that suddenly appeared at this juncture was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Warlock knew very well that the current situation is that there must be more than one force in the grid. Rim Batol is stirring up trouble inside, no matter what their purpose is, no matter what they want to do, this kind of undisguised confrontation means that all plans have been carried out to the end.

There was nothing he could do.

boom

The orc warlock's body was slumped on the blood-stained chair, his gaze was dull, as if he had aged ten years, he sat there blankly, and the orcs around him didn't dare to disturb him at all, they all understood, If there is anyone who can save Grim Batol and the Dragonmaw clan, it is the old warlock in front of him.

Everyone is watching what I do!

Draka raised his head, looked at the orcs around him, clenched his fists tightly, and said in a low voice:

Go! Call all the clansmen we can control... Prepare, prepare to abandon this city! The moment the Dragon Soul is lost, it is beyond salvation.

Go!

Amid the roar of the Shadow Burner, the orcs who stood still in place immediately ran out, leaving only Draka's most trusted lieutenant. The head torn apart by the claws, the unwilling eyes, he shook his head, turned back and whispered to his adjutant:

My brave Nagaz, I have a task for you, which is related to the survival of the Dragonmaw clan... Are you willing to do it?

The robust orc warrior didn't say a word. He silently raised his fist and patted his chest, representing his own opinion. Draka Shadowburner nodded and lowered his voice again:

Remember that guy I asked you to capture last time? The one who claimed to be an envoy of the Twilight's Hammer... released him and brought him to me without drawing attention to himself.

As you order, my lord.

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The whole of Grim Batol is in chaos now, who knows why it is in chaos so quickly, maybe it is because of the depression accumulated by the Dragonmaw clan for more than three years, maybe it is because the sudden outbreak caught everyone by surprise. The order of the city has disappeared.

And in a hall on the second floor of the city, the conversation of the conspirators continued, and it was never interrupted.

Tyrion stood in the shadows, with a dim light shining on his face, the death knight didn't even look at the five dangerous black dragons in front of him, instead, he looked at the dwarven-style carvings in the hall with a nostalgic look, and then Said in a cold hoarse voice:

Grim Batol, ah, I'm back to this place again. You may not know that this place has a special meaning to me...I was awakened here.

From the living, to the dead, from life, to monsters, from justice, to...evil? Maybe, they call me evil anyway.

Tyrion turned his head and looked at Onyxia, the black dragon princess who didn't say a word and looked cold. He asked softly:

What do you think about this? My friend Neltharion's daughter, seeing how friendly you and I get along with your father, maybe you should call me... Uncle Tyrion!

The death knight took a step forward, and the atmosphere in the entire hall became stagnant and heavy at this moment, like substantial oppression, pressing heavily on everyone's shoulders, Ronin stared at the sudden appearance Tyrion wanted to say something, but was stopped by the bloody dwarf Alfonso.

Don't talk! Don't provoke him! That's a madman, you'll never know what he's going to do next...Shut up! Ronin! Shut up...

The dwarf's fingers clasped the mage's wrist firmly, forcing him to remain silent. While the two watched nervously, as the death knight moved forward, the mighty black dragons also retreated step by step.

They... These beings at the top of the food chain in the mortal world, they are afraid of him!

You! I remember that I seem to have seen you.

Tyrion tilted his head and looked at the black dragon warrior Olyssian who was protecting Onyxia. He squinted his eyes and thought about the cold memories of the past. Finally, at a certain point, he found out about the black dragon in front of him. impression.

When my good friend Neltharion was pierced by me...you were by his side! Right?

Tyrion's voice evoked a past that Olyssian absolutely did not want to recall. In Gorgrond of Draenor, in the sky above the wilderness, the body was pierced by the dark green light that tore through the sky. Deathwing, and the ruthless strangulation that followed... On that day, the black dragon warrior saw with his own eyes how the undefeated god in his eyes was brutally knocked down into the abyss.

And all of that is because it met the death knight in front of it...

How can this make him not afraid?

Are you afraid of me?

A trace of doubt flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he spread his hands:

Did I do something horrible to make you feel scared? Oh, yes, there is an old friend who wants to meet you too.

Lord Darkblade turned sideways and made a please gesture. With the gathering and dispersal of the Shadow Gate, Khadgar, wearing a purple robe and holding the guardian's staff, stepped out of the shadow. Looking at the black dragon warrior Olician, a stiff smile appeared on the corner of the Grand Lich's mouth:

Hello, Count Prestor's attendant.

The moment he saw the six golden rune chains surrounding Khadgar's body, the fearless black dragon warrior turned and fled. The predator's instinct was frantically calling the police, and the mage in front of him was no longer the fragile flesh and blood he knew.

Danger! Extremely dangerous!

Why are you running...

Khadgar stretched out his finger and shook it, leaving the onlooker Ronin stunned by the huge magical power, the unimaginable ice and shadow magic chains, bound the powerful black dragon warrior in place, and he didn't even have time to change into the black dragon form, It was covered by crazy magic power like a sea tide, and then was frozen in a huge piece of ice in the shining of the undead runes.

In the midst of the cold air, the horror on Olician's face was undisguised, and with the structure of the ice, it looked like some kind of weird work of art.

It was like an archlich who had just done something trivial and walked towards Tyrion, leaving behind him frosty footprints. He blinked his silver eyes and asked inexplicably:

Why does everyone run away when they see my 'old friends'? I just...I just want to have a good chat with them.

So you can talk later, there's plenty of time.

Tyrion snapped his fingers and said in a deep voice:

Get the guys in, time to get to work.

Khadgar took a step back, leaning slightly:

as you wish...

buzz buzz

The shaking portals opened in the darkness behind Khadgar, tearing open 6 portals at once, which is also very difficult for a human archmage, but for Khadgar, it is very easy, just like It was as easy as him to freeze a black dragon casually.

He looked back at Ronin who was tied up in the corner, and saw the Dalaran emblem on Ronin's chest. Khadgar smiled at Ronin, then turned around, and continued to study the black dragon he had frozen. And that smile, that smile did not make Luo Ning feel at ease, on the contrary, that smile made him tremble with fear, it was not a strange expression that a living person should have.

Mage Khadgar, he's been... he's been... God!

The first one to walk out of the portal was Glokush. The old orc death knight raised his head and looked at the dark environment. He quickly found a threatening opponent. He drew his battle ax backhand and walked towards Tyrion. Behind him, Luminas, Celente, Rogelio, Saurfang, and Yrel came out from their respective portals.

Behind the death lord, the most elite high-ranking knights followed. In just a few minutes, this empty hall was completely occupied by the undead.

Under the watchful eyes of more than 100 high-level undead, Tyrion took a step forward. He played with the black ring on his left finger. He looked at Onyxia who was silent in front of him, and said softly:

You have 5 black dragons, oh, except Mr. Olyssian, you only have 4 black dragons left, and I, I have 6 death lords, 98 high-ranking knights, outside of Grim Batol , and 30,000 awakened warriors, God, you never know what a terrible experience it is for me to wake up so many walking corpses alone, behind the portal, there are blood mages waiting there, oh yes Yes! I still have some hidden fighters.

Tyrion raised his eyes a few inches, looked at the space behind the black dragon, and said softly:

Honey, come out and meet Onyxia, this beautiful girl is Neltharion's daughter, she is our niece.

hum

A cold breath appeared less than 3 meters away from Onyxia. Princess Black Dragon turned her head stiffly, and saw Aurelia in blood-red armor, leaning on a sharp knife wheel, behind her , and 5 equally dressed indifferent assassins.

What a lovely girl...

Alleria stretched out her cold fingers and touched Onyxia's cheek. She looked at her indifferently:

Give it to him, dear, you don't want to see Tyrion pissed off... that's going to suck.

Under the watchful eye, the temperature in the entire hall dropped by at least 10 degrees due to the gathering of high-level undead, which made Ronin shiver uncontrollably. Onyxia stubbornly held the dragon soul in her arms. Here, she looked at Tyrion in front of her. There was a smile on the latter's handsome cheek, but there was no smile in those ice blue eyes.

The indifference is like the ice floes on the sea, and you will never guess what kind of darkness is hidden under the ice floes protruding from the sea.

Tyrion stretched out his hand towards Onyxia. The latter gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and looked at the dragon soul that he had planned for a long time in his hand. She was hesitant, and Lumi standing behind Tyrion Nass sneered, she stretched out her finger to hook, and the high-ranking knights around the four black dragons pulled out their rune weapons in unison.

Hey, what is this doing?

Tyrion waved his hand in dissatisfaction, and the death knights inserted their weapons back into their scabbards. The Lord of the Dark Blade reached out and pressed Onyxia's chin, lifting her vulnerable cheeks, He whispered:

You will make the right judgment, right, you have always been like this, I have no intention of killing Neltharion's blood here, you see, girl, Northern Xinjiang is a dangerous place, it is not suitable for a cute girl like you Events, go to Stormwind, where you can do your best, and if you behave well, maybe your generous Uncle Tyrion will help you deal with Nefarian...your ambitious brother.

It's yours!

Onyxia suddenly felt an indescribable grievance. This kind of little girl's emotion should not appear in Deathwing's bloodline, but it just appeared at this time. Like an annoyed girl, she will Throwing the dragon soul in his hand to Tyrion, he forced himself not to let the tears of grievance flow from his eyes.

honestly.

Tyrion put the golden dragon soul in front of his eyes, handed it to Alleria, and then put his hands on Onyxia's shoulders like a real elder, he Gentle asked in the ear of the Black Dragon Princess:

I let you go, are you really not going to thank me?

Thank you for your 'kindness'...Tyrion...sir!

Onyxia almost gritted her teeth and said her thanks word by word. After she finished speaking, Tyrion frowned and let out a dissatisfied nasal sound.

Huh? Sir?

Tyrion...Uncle...

Oh, so cute!

Tyrion stretched out his hand to smooth Onyxia's hair. He smiled and kissed his niece on the forehead, stuffed something into her hand, and then made a please gesture to the Black Dragon Princess. Behind him, the death knights all made way for a road, and at the end of the road was an opened portal.

The Black Dragon Princess tightly clenched the things in her hand, she walked towards the portal in silence, and on her cheeks, tears of shame and grievance were already...

Tyrion. Dawnblade...you'll regret it! I swear...