Azeroth’s Death Track

Here he comes! Run!

Help! Help me, don't leave me alone! Please!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way! No!

boom

The dark red death energy is intertwined, and the phantom of a huge white frost bone dragon savagely smashes into a path in the twisted dark red forest. The cold breath emitted by the dragon froze in place, and then quietly lost its ugly life.

The death knights on horseback guarded their leader. On the outer periphery, under this place, the corpses that had been buried for thousands of years but maintained their strength and consciousness because of the dark magic were awakened. Infused with the power of vengeance, he wielded a rough bone knife and crazily pounced on the panicked witches.

This is a force they have never seen before, and they cannot resist at all...

It's noisy!

Tyrion, who was riding on a skeleton horse, looked at the battlefield in disgust. He was already tired of the screams of those witches. Most of the time, he was a quiet person.

So the next moment, black flames ignited on the finger of the Dark Blade King. As he waved his finger, a strange door opened behind him. Hundreds of them were wearing golden armor and holding golden weapons. The soul of the powerful Zandalari Gold Sword Guard exuding an icy aura appeared on the battlefield.

Bwonsamdi handed over 1,000 golden sword guards to Tyrion. These ghost warriors soaked in the power of death do not need physical support. They are like when they are still alive. The moment they step out of the battlefield, they are deadly The bone arrows shot at the fleeing witches, and the golden sword guard with a sword and shield jumped up from the ground, and slammed into the witches' positions like a meteor falling.

The magic of the witches has no effect on such powerful ghosts, and the weapons wielded by the ghost warriors can easily cut off their necks, and those awakened giant structures look very powerful and very strange , but with the cooperation of the golden sword guard who had undergone strict military training during his lifetime, those bulky structures could not pose a threat at all.

And when these golden sword guards are galloping on the battlefield, half of the souls they kill will belong to Bwonsamdi... Tyrion steered his horse forward slowly, and he could even faintly hear the troll death sly laugh.

However, these golden sword guards are really powerful... The Zandalari Empire should not be underestimated.

The Dark Blade King watched the sword guards who set off a storm of slaughter on the battlefield. Bwonsamdi did not deceive him. Each of these sword guards had strength comparable to that of high-ranking knights, and they were skilled in combat and could use Some basic soul combat skills, most importantly, they only obey Tyrion.

boom

The last large construct was brutally cut off by the sword guards' halberds, then fell to the ground, and was trampled into pieces by galloping death knights. Behind this large construct was a closed road. The stone gate of thousands of years.

That is the weakest point of transition between the withered world and the present world.

Stand back, I'll open it.

The leader of the Blightcaller Druids, Harvest Wizard Oort waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat. He stood in front of the stone gate, reaching out and stroking the stone immersed in time in front of him. Under the penetration of natural forces, layers of strange The rune appeared on the stone gate.

Sure enough, as I expected, even the Drusts who have gone astray, the ghost magic they use is still based on natural forces.

The Harvest Wizard shook his head:

It's a pity that they took the wrong path, abused the power of death and soul, and ended up falling into total darkness.

I heard that Drustvar still has some thorn whisperer druids who follow the ancient way.

Tyrion asked curiously:

Didn't you go look for them?

Oort put his hands on the stone gate, and while mobilizing the power of nature, he replied:

Of course, we have already found the hideaway den of the Jing Whisperers, and met their leader, who is an ancient archdruid who has survived for thousands of years, and the people here respectfully call him Great Thorn Whisperer, Mr. Orfa appreciates the balance doctrine that the Witherer abides by very much. Because of their withering inheritance, perhaps soon, Master Orfa and his disciples will become the Witherer. a member of the

kuang

The dark green power shone in Oort's hands, and soon spread throughout the entire stone gate. With the push of his hands, the thick stone gate slowly opened. In the middle, Oort took a step back and stretched out his hand to disperse the dust in front of him. He looked at the passage spreading underground, and he looked back at Tyrion:

I want to confirm again... If the Blight Realm is really connected to the Emerald Dream...

It belongs to you! I have no interest in the Blighted Realm.

Tyrion strode into the crypt in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

I'm not interested in the poor imitations of the Drusts. Their hell on earth has proved that they are just a failure. The way of the world... the third hell for mortals, that's what I want.

Zenos!

Oort followed behind Tyrion. He looked at the distorted ancient pictures on the surrounding stone walls, and said softly:

The Drusts call this place Znos... According to the Great Thorn Whisperer, this place was once the connection node of the Emerald Dream in Kul Tiras. Thousands of years ago, it was established by the forest god Cenarius After sharing the natural magic with the residents here, they discovered it. At that time, Zenos was as beautiful as the Emerald Dream, but unfortunately, it was eroded by the energy infiltrated by the dead world in the following hundreds of years. .”

We also doubt whether the division and depravity of the Drusts thousands of years ago are also related to this erosion, or simply, this erosion itself was caused by those Drusts who went astray. caused.

When everyone reached the deepest part of the crypt, Oort's eyes were quickly attracted by the last mural after they crossed the spiraling downward stone steps that had begun to weather.

The original lines of the mural are somewhat unclear, but it can be barely seen. It depicts an evil scene. On a withered hill, some people are killing captives with knives, and in front of them , is a tall figure with arms outstretched, wanting to hug something. Lines representing dark power are wrapped around these people, and they are carved like skeletons.

Obviously, they tried to master the power of death, but they failed.

The Blightcaller Druid stretched out his hand, stroked the mural, and said softly:

This should be the scene of the last battle of those bloodthirsty Drusts thousands of years ago. It seems that someone survived and engraved those scenes here... Drust still The thick and indispellable dark power lingering in the Drustvar region should be the ghost of these remnants.

Whoever did it, open it and we'll find out.

Tyrion's finger pointed forward. At the end of the crypt, there was an altar-like thing. There were three strange pendants that witches often used as spell-casting tools hung on it. It looked very old.

At the request of the Dark Blade King, the witch Wei Lai quickly stepped forward and placed some magical items collected from the Witch Association in front of the altar. A moment later, with the flow of those strange dark forces, traces of black fog The same halo danced like fire, igniting the pendant hanging above the altar.

In the breath of fireworks, a door completely composed of smoke appeared in front of everyone.

Al, stay here!

After Tyrion gave an order, he strode into the door, but Oort hesitated for a moment, and followed the Dark Blade King into it.

As far as the eye can see, this is a place completely shrouded in a dim black halo. It still looks like the terrain of Drustvar, but whether it is the rocks under the feet or the surrounding trees, they are all in the shadows. With an ominous feeling, some vague whispers sounded in the ears of the two, and as they moved forward, some twisted souls that grew from the darkness also roared and rushed towards the two.

swish

The long sword made of ice swung quickly, cutting the three-headed monsters into more than a dozen pieces. Tyrion frowned and looked at the dark souls slowly dissipating under his feet. He vaguely felt the power of these monsters. The bottom line... These are some human souls that have been forcibly twisted, and have already lost their sanity.

That's right! I can be sure of this feeling.

Behind the Dark Blade King, the Blightcaller Druid's eyes were full of prudence, and he said in a deep voice:

This is the Emerald Dreamland! It feels exactly the same as those dreamland entrances in the Twilight Forest and the Hinterlands, but for some reason, that druid's holy place has opened an unknown entrance here, and... It has been completely infected, that kind of twisted power will try to twist any soul that enters this place... Be careful!

Oort's warning made Tyrion turn his head immediately, he raised his left hand, and a ball of beating dark light was caught in the palm of his hand, and as the fingers of the Dark Blade King closed, the ball full of corrosive The strength was crushed little by little, like straw thrown into a millstone.

Things that hide their heads and show their tails!

Tyrion took a deep breath, and the next moment, the phantom of the huge frost bone dragon condensed in the air above his head, and then, accompanied by the roar of the Dark Blade King, rushed into the lingering darkness in front of him like a sharp arrow .

Get out!

boom

The deadly cold frost erupted in the darkness in front of the two of them, and even the throbbing darkness was covered by heavy frost at this moment and frozen.

The dense forest and rocks swaying endlessly in the darkness were all destroyed by this blow, and the figure hidden in the darkness was forced to appear in front of Tyrion and Oort by this sharp offensive.

It was a tall figure floating in the darkness. He looked like a human being, but was made bigger by the human body, like a giant. His whole body was shrouded in black mist-like light, and he could vaguely see On his face, there was a huge mask woven of dead bones and trees. The branches of the mask were separated by several sections, which looked like a dark crown.

Beneath the mask, the guy's eyes glowed blue, and the gems adorning the mask made it look like he had four eyes.

This guy still has a beard, and the robe on his body is torn, with puncture marks on it, and he looks like he has experienced a big battle.

The withered realm has once again ushered in new souls... I'm curious, when your time of death comes, when you see the sun in the sky also disappearing into darkness in the endless torment, will you Share with me your past...everything about you!

The figure said something in an obscure ancient language, but neither Tyrion nor Oort could understand his words. That is not the language that exists in this era, it was used by the Drusts thousands of years ago language.

But it doesn't matter, even if he doesn't understand, Tyrion can guess what this guy is talking about from his attitude.

He shouldn't be of much use to you?

The Darkblade King looked back at the Blightcaller Druid, who shook his head:

I can get all the information about the withered world from the Great Thorn Whisperer. Even if he doesn't know, I can analyze everything I want from this withered world. The understanding of the Emerald Dream, No one is more familiar than the night elves...

Very well, then he's mine.

Tyrion held the hilt behind his back with his backhand. During the friction between the blade and the scabbard, the familiar Weng Ming sounded again, and the moment the Demon Blade Apocalypse was unsheathed, the Blightcaller Druid took a few steps back, He doesn't like Apocalypse...any sane person wouldn't like Apocalypse.

bass

The moon-shaped wide blade pointed at the invincible dark figure in front of him, and Tyrion looked at him:

I can probably guess who you are, Gorak Tul, the leader of the fallen Drusts, maybe you can understand me, maybe you can't, it doesn't matter, wait until your soul is tortured by the apocalypse When you howl in the sky, I believe you will have enough time, and urgent determination, to learn our language...

Your soul, your secret, your everything... belongs to me!