Azeroth’s Death Track

Aha!

Tyrion looked at the cold corpse in front of him, and moved his fingers very dissatisfied:

I knew these stone-brained dwarves couldn't do anything. They valued friendship too much, so you survived in the end, Ronin, a lucky one and an unlucky one.

boom

The sharp, blood-stained dagger was thrown at Tyrion's feet, and the distraught human mage stood up staggeringly, his eyes were out of focus, he skipped Tyrion's body, and walked towards the open hall in a daze At the door, the human mage who had just experienced the hell of despair did not want to stay here even for a minute.

But at the moment when he was about to step out of the hall, the Lord of Death Serent stood in front of him. Serent looked at the distraught mage in front of him and said in a low voice:

I know you, mage, your name is... your name is Ronin, you escaped me once, in the hills of Hillsbrad, remember? You left the corpse of your companion, like a mouse I also escaped, I still remember the way you jumped into the portal... really embarrassing.

There was no change in Ronin's eyes. He walked around Serente, wanting to move on, but was blocked by the rune blade drawn by Serente:

What? Are you going to leave your companion's body and escape again this time?

boom

Two flames burst out from Luo Ning's palm. The mage, who was in extreme pain, raised his head. On his blood-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes, he looked at Serent viciously, like a man who had completely lost his mind. Madman, he gritted his teeth, let out a howl, and rushed forward to fight this damned death lord to the death.

And at this moment, Tyrion's icy palm rested on Rhonin's shoulder. The chill, the chill of death, swam quickly along the mage's body, forcibly extinguishing the magic flame in his palm, Freezing his feet to the ground.

What are you doing? Serente!

Tyrion frowned, looked at his subordinates, and said softly:

Is this how you welcome new members?

Well?

Celente and Ronin's eyes widened at the same time, a smiling Tyrion stepped forward, stretched out his hand towards Ronin, and said sincerely:

Welcome to the Dark Blade Knights, Mr. Luo Ning, you will find a new purpose in life here, I promise!

etc!

Celent rubbed his forehead and asked in a low voice:

How could it be him? I thought it was the dwarf...

Yes! This is not right!

Luo Ning grabbed his hair and took a step back. The ice blocks that froze his feet made a crackling sound, mixed with blood and shattered all over the ground, looking extremely miserable.

The human mage looked at Tyrion in disbelief. He knew he had entered a strange trap. For a moment, he suddenly felt that he knew nothing about the dangerous death knight in front of him. His eyes were full of doubts and troubles, and Seeing Luo Ning's strange eyes, Tyrion tilted his head and said:

What's wrong? Doesn't an organization want to grow and grow by constantly absorbing winners? And if I can choose winners as my companions, why should I choose losers?

but...

Shut up! Don't talk! Let me be quiet!

Celent wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Rhonin's roar. The mage had already fallen into a kind of extremely confused thinking. He looked at the corpse of the dwarf under his feet, which was his friend before, and raised his head. , looking at Tyrion, asked with difficulty:

Alfonso and I misunderstood? You are deliberately misleading us! It is not only the dead who can join you... the living are also fine, he didn't have to die, right?

Generally, we only absorb the dead, but there are exceptions.

Tyrion spread his hands and said softly:

You see, as I said, both of you have great potential, I can only absorb one of them, and...

There was a hint of confusion on the face of the death knight, he looked at Ronin:

When did I say that one of you must die?

you said before!

Luo Ning clenched his fists and roared like a lion being cornered:

You fucking said that!

I just said one thing... I need a winner! It's that simple!

Tyrion's face became calm, he put his hand on Rhonin's chest, and said softly:

It's a pity that your friend died, but it doesn't matter to me... You were overwhelmed by fear, and didn't even think about the problems I left behind. Frankly speaking, this disappointed me, Mage of the magical city of Dalaran Is this the color?

And most importantly, why do I feel that the fate of the two of you is in my hands? Sorry, didn't I tell you, who lives and who dies, this matter should not be decided by me, I will give the opportunity to you You guys, only one surrendered, both survived, but no... the fear of death prevents you from even calming down to think about such a language trap, it's a pity, I did lie to you, but I didn't kill killed him!

Tyrion tapped Rhonin's chest twice fiercely with his fingers:

He committed suicide! And you, you are also an accomplice.

asshole!

Gritting his teeth, Luo Ning rushed forward, clutching Tyrion's collar, and cursed viciously:

You bloody bastard! Damn you! Damn you!

boom

Tyrion raised his fist, and Ronin's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and smashed into the corner of the wall in embarrassment. The death knight stepped forward and squatted beside him, grabbing Ronin's blood-stained hair , turned that embarrassed face, he looked at Luo Ning, he asked calmly:

Can't I?

At this moment, Luo Ning was like a real man. Even though several sternums were broken, he seemed to feel no pain. He stared at the death knight, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Pooh!

This rude action did not make Tyrion angry, he looked at Rhonin calmly:

You're right! Mage Ronin of the Dark Blade Knights, I did make a joke with you, but at least I let you survive! In Grim Batol, you will be the only one To walk out of this city alive...shouldn't you be honored?

kill me!

Luo Ning struggled and shouted, his voice was as shrill as a night owl in the forest: Kill me! Never let me serve you! Forever!

It's up to you...

The dark red death energy passed through Tyrion's palm and passed into Rhonin's palm. Amidst his screams, a black Broken Blade emblem was engraved on the back of his hand in a cruel way , and in the moment of his despair, Tyrion leaned close to his ear and whispered:

You will serve me, I know that well. Remember the lovely Vereesa? My dear sister, very disobedient and very spoiled, but Aurelia and I are very busy and we don't have time for church What she should do and what she should not do, so I have always wanted to find someone trustworthy to protect her and teach her, and now, I have found two good friends for her, which is great.

Remember, Luo Ning, you live, she lives! You die, she dies! Don't judge me with the narrow thinking of a living person. If you think your relatives can restrain my steps, then you can give it a try...

That's why we've agreed. I'll leave my sister to you, Luo Ning, don't let me down.

The cold voice made Luo Ning's struggles weaker and weaker. Finally, when Tyrion stood up, Luo Ning asked with difficulty:

You said Vereesa would have two friends, and the other... who is the other?

Tyrion didn't answer, but turned sideways. Behind him, under Rhonin's desperate gaze, the Wildhammer dwarf who had cut his throat with his own hands moved his body and stood up from the ground. When he opened his eyes At that time, it was a dull and depressing gray.

Hello, my friend...Ronin.

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Grim Batol is finished.

A human wearing a black robe half-kneeled in front of Onyxia, and he reported the information he had collected in the wetland:

Before the siege of the undead, those orcs who failed to escape from the city were all over. The undead set off a massacre in that city, blood even polluted the groundwater, and now as long as you get close to that city, you can hear The wailing of the souls that dwell in that city is simply too penetrating.

I don't care about that!

Onyxia leaned on the mountain leading from the wetlands to Khaz Modan. The already weak black dragon princess now only had two or three kittens left. It is indeed a big blow.

Deathwing Neltharion is in command of the black dragon army. Like other dragon kings, it has its own heirs. Once the heirs prospered, but unfortunately, after accepting the power of loneliness, most of the heirs were killed by the crazy one. Dead, only the black dragon prince Nefarian and the black dragon princess Onyxia are still alive, but they also escaped from Deep Rock Continent in fear of their father's majesty.

After leaving the hiding place of the Black Dragon Legion, the brother and sister could only live a miserable life like mice, fearing that the lunatic father or other giant dragons would come to the door one day, but when Deathwing incarnated as Earl Prestor and disturbed the alliance... While the wind was stirring the rain, the brother and sister also received their father's order again, and this time, it seemed to be much more sober.

This once made Onyxia think that life would be easier, and it also gave her hope.

But unfortunately, Deathwing's failure in Draenor caused the unprepared Black Dragon Princess to encounter disaster again. Her brother recruited many fellow Black Dragons and planned to rebuild the Black Dragon Legion. Onyxia had no objection to this , she was even happy to see it come true, but it was a pity that her cunning and sinister brother regarded her as a threat.

So she had to start to fight, and winning Olician was only the first step. Unfortunately, before her plan could really start, she was cut off by an annoying undead.

Where is the Red Dragon Queen?

The black dragon princess looked at Grim Batol in the distant mountains, and she asked in a low voice: What did those undead do to our great Alexstrasza? Did they kill her? Or...

As far as I know, no!

The black dragon half-kneeling on the ground shook his head: I can't enter the city, but the aura of the Red Dragon Queen is still weak. She should not have been released or harmed. Those undead are like... ..it's like ignoring her existence...frankly, it's kind of incomprehensible.

No! They didn't ignore it!

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Onyxia's beautiful and coquettish face, it was aimed at the enemy as well as herself.

Their leader, my uncle Tyrion, hehe, there is no doubt that he is looking for a way to use the dragon soul. It seems that they really joined this war on a whim, and even use its spells. If I didn't prepare in advance, my luck was really bad.

Princess Black Dragon laughed at herself, then fell silent for a moment. She shook her head, turned around without nostalgia, and looked down at the ancient emblem of holy light that Tyrion stuffed into her hand. She didn't know that such a thing had What's the use, but she can be sure that Tyrion suggested that she go to Stormwind City, certainly not out of good intentions,

But since this place is no longer worthy of nostalgia, perhaps it is not impossible to change places.

Alterac, which my father planned to occupy, has fallen into complete chaos. Once humans and orcs go to war again, there will be no hope for that place... and Stormwind City seems to be a good choice.

Also, Trip, go and do something for me...

Onyxia's coquettish black eyes blinked, and she threw something to the servant, which was obviously the portable teleportation array that Ronin carried with him.

Sneak into Grim Batol and throw this thing in anywhere. Archmage Krasus may be getting impatient...let us help him.

The black dragon named Trip nodded, but after a while, it asked suspiciously:

With all due respect, Your Royal Highness, it seems pointless to do this. The soul of the dragon is still in the hands of those undead. As long as Cleostrasz is sensible, it will not choose to attack those undead at this time.

Yeah, any red dragon with a normal IQ would not do that.

In the surge of dark magic, a huge black dragon with a special purple dorsal fin flew into the night sky of the wetland. Onyxia opened the dragon's kiss full of sharp teeth, spewing out a ray of scorching sparks, and a hint of cunning flashed in her huge yellow snake eyes:

But they don't attack the undead, it doesn't mean that the undead don't attack them... You also saw those damned, arrogant and domineering death knights, do you think they will let go of those dangerous people who broke into their territory? Come to help Once the Dalaran Archmage is attacked by the undead, do you think those arrogant humans will choose to sit still?

Left and right are just a dog-eat-dog game, but I hope my uncle Tyrion likes this gift of mine!