Azeroth’s Death Track

Wow, wow

The death knights evacuated from the square dragging their lifeless corpses, probably because the good mood was ruined. This time, Tyrion's methods were somewhat... rough.

The death conditions of these assassins who destroyed the wedding were extremely miserable, especially the leader of the assassins who tried to assassinate the bride. , it can be clearly seen that in order to punish him, Tyrion gave him the power to die after crushing all his bones.

The best assassin of the Red Hand Society, the deadliest assassin organization in the area, Knife Roland never thought that his unrestrained life would end in such a tragic way, but he should be more worried about the future...falling on Tyrion In the hands, death is not the end.

And as we all know, Tyrion is never merciful to those who will destroy his mood... Let's mourn poor Roland and his brothers. The soul furnace of the Dark Temple will be their final destination, provided that they Ugly souls can survive the merciless burn of the black fire until they enter the furnace.

The trembling attendants lay on the ground, and in the dead silence, they tried their best to wipe the blood on the ground. After more than ten minutes, the whole square was restored to cleanliness, and the interrupted wedding continued.

And this time, the witness is no longer Lord Waycrest... The old Lord was frightened by the attack just now, and his poor health has deteriorated, so he can only sit in front of Tyrion In his seat, he watched his daughter's wedding, and beside him was the lady with a gloomy expression and a little anxiety.

clang

The bell rang again, but this time, the guests in the square no longer had expressions of joy or jealousy before. Under the indifferent gaze of the death knights, everyone was on pins and needles. The tragic ending of those assassins had been revealed to them. In order to avoid the consequences of wanting to forcefully leave, no one dared to complain, and no one would be stupid enough to show off at this time.

Everyone, I came here to seek something beautiful, and today, I saw it.

Tyrion stood on the podium, like a host, and whispered to the guests with different expressions in front of him:

I saw the fire of love ignited among a group of young people, overcoming the pressure of class and power, and finally breaking through the obstacles of the world. happiness.

I am very honored to be able to witness this happy moment with everyone.

The Dark Blade King waved his hand, and the musical instrument placed by the side of the square played a piece of music that no one had heard before under the entanglement of death energy when no one was using it. It was very joyful and full of joy. The sense of rhythm and the sense of sacred ceremony, and in the rhythmic melody, snowflakes floated in the sky, among the fluttering snowflakes, Miss Lucille Waycrest in a wedding dress walked stiffly from the church walked out.

There was no joy or joy in the young bride's eyes, only fear. Everyone knew that the scene in front of her was too weird, but she didn't have the courage to refuse... She didn't dare to refuse the kindness of the Dark Blade King, let alone, she The man she loves the most is also standing beside Tyrion with her teeth gritted. From Alexander's eyes, she can see the same fear, but there is also a trace of deep expectation. She cannot let him down.

Miss Lucille took a deep breath and tried to calm down her mood. Her steps became more and more natural. Finally, like a real lady, she strolled up to Tyrion.

And this gesture made the Dark Blade King nod in satisfaction.

He coughed lightly. Under the blank stares of all the guests, the Dark Blade King spread his hands. When the ritual music reached its climax, he looked at Alexander, whose body was trembling slightly, and asked in a magnetic voice. arrive:

Herb Alexander, a young merchant from Boralus, under the witness of the holy death, are you willing to marry the beautiful Miss Lucille by your side?

Alexander was a little nervous. He looked into Tyrion's icy blue eyes. There was no emotion in those eyes, only a touch of calm, as if he was waiting for his answer. After a while, the young businessman said in a slightly dry voice, firmly said:

Yes I do!

Tyrion asked the next question:

Whether she is poor or rich in the future, whether she is healthy or sick in the future, whether she is still young or getting old in the future, are you willing to be with her forever? Even until death comes, you will not be far away from him ?”

Yes I do!

This time Alexander didn't hesitate any more, he took a step forward, inspired by the courage in his heart, stood in front of Miss Lucille, and said loudly:

Not even death can separate me from my lover!

But Tyrion didn't care about Alexander's hostile gaze, he just turned his head to look at Miss Lucille who was holding Alexander's arm nervously, and asked in the same tone:

Lucille Waycrest, the noble daughter of the Waycrest family, under the witness of the holy death, are you willing to marry Herb Alexander by your side?

Miss Lucille didn't answer immediately, but Tyrion also added a sentence playfully:

Don't worry, child, with me here, no one can force you to make a choice.

And Alexander looked nervously at Lucille behind him, this very beautifully dressed young lady, after taking a deep breath, she bravely raised her head, looked directly into Tyrion's eyes, and said in a deep voice:

Yes I do!

Whether he is poor or rich in the future, whether he is healthy or sick, whether he is young or old, you are willing to spend your whole life with him, and you are willing to stand with him to meet the challenges from the world and life Even if the cold death comes, you will always be attached to him, and you will never be willing to part with him?

Miss Lucille took a step forward, and stood arm in arm with her husband. The two smiled at each other, and then looked back at Tyrion. There was no fear in their eyes, and love gave them new strength.

Yes I do!

Miss Lucille's brave answer caused the ladies in the square to fall into a long silence, and some older wives, or some girls who hadn't experienced much in the world, even stayed behind when they saw this scene. moved to tears.

You're not lying, I can feel...

Tyrion waved his hand, and the El knight, who was forced to change into a suit, walked forward silently, and stretched out his hands towards the newcomer. In his palms, there were two rings inlaid with luxurious gemstones.

A ring is not just a decoration, it is an oath, trapped on your finger, every time you see it, it will remind you to keep your oath today, it can feel the beating of your heart, when you When you want to break your oath, the ring will bind you.

Tyrion stretched out his left hand, and shook the black ring on his finger towards the two young men. Alexander immediately understood what Tyrion meant. He picked up a ring, took a deep breath, and put the exposed Hill raised her right hand and gently put the ring on her finger, and then Lucille put the ring on Alexander's hand.

Then, under the witness of death and the souls of this land floating in the sky, in the name of Tyrion Dawnblade, I hereby announce that Herb Alexander and Lucille Waycrest are married Husband and wife, I hereby announce that even death cannot separate you.

At the moment Tyrion's voice fell, the rings on their fingers flashed an obscure light at the same time, completely linking their souls and lives together.

The cheerful music sounded again, Tyrion spread his hands, and said gently to the young couple in front of him:

Now, the groom can kiss the bride.

This time, Miss Lucille with flushed cheeks asked in a low voice:

Do you really want to do this? The public...

It must be done!

A faint smile flickered in Tyrion's eyes, and he said blankly, This is part of the ritual! Or, am I forcing you to do this?

As soon as the words were finished, Miss Lucille took the initiative to kiss Alexander's lips, and some excited ladies couldn't stand it anymore, they clapped their hands and cheered in unison.

You see, even in the face of death, women are still so emotional...

Well, it's time for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon.

Tyrion savored the happy scene in front of him, like a parasite, almost greedily absorbing the emotions that belonged to him. After a while, he waved his hand, and the death knights stepped forward, forcibly escorting him The newlyweds left the church, stuffed them into the black carriage, and with the sound of horseshoes, they carried the happy people away from here.

After they left, Tyrion's expression didn't change much. He stood on the podium, looked at Lord Waycrest below, and said softly:

The happy things are over. Now, it's time to talk about the suffering in the world... Everyone of Kul Tiras, I'm sorry, but I want to announce here that Dailin Proudmoore's love for Kul Tiras His reign will end today...he violated the sacred agreement between me and him, and as the price for breaking the agreement, his subordinates, you, will bear the future that should have been borne by him.

In the newly born country, there will be no nobles. The era when bloodlines determine status is over. Let's start with your generosity to die!

Don't think about it!

The moment Tyrion's voice fell, Lord Stormsong, who had been secretly preparing for a long time, raised his hands, and amidst the fluttering black robes, the sound of heavy water flowed abruptly from the snow-covered church , this lord is the only spellcaster among several nobles, and is the high priest of the mysterious tidesages in Kul Tiras, the power he possesses is powerful.

And between the sound of the tide, faint whispers sounded in the air, which made Tyrion's complexion change drastically, because before...a long time ago, he had heard such disturbing whispers Voice.

boom

The great flood that came from nowhere broke through the wall of the church behind everyone in the next moment, and the surging tide roared across the entire square, engulfing the guests who were caught off guard in the water, and rushed madly towards the front of Xuelin Church. The cliff, and below the cliff, is a calm sea.

That is the source of the tidesages' power.

Evil! Go to hell!

Lord Stormsong stood above the tide, and he called for the power of the tidesages. The next moment, a huge, dark black, huge tentacles covered with fleshy barbs gushed out of the tide, like Like the tentacles of a deep-sea monster, it slammed fiercely at Tyrion, who was standing in the tide, with immense force.

The moment he saw the black tentacles appear, Tyrion's eyes became gloomy and cold, and the howling magic sword jumped into his hands. The next moment, black lightning-like slashes swept across the sky, and the summoned tentacles were not yet completed. Even if he attacked once, he was chopped into four pieces by the whistling sharp blade. While the smelly blood and disgusting pus were scattered everywhere, Tyrion waved his hand, and the dark red death grip protruded. For a moment, Lord Waycrest and his wife, who were about to be swept away by the tide, were caught back on the square.

The next moment, the phantom of the tide suddenly dissipated, and the square seemed to be hit by a great flood, the ground was covered with mud, while Lord Waycrest lay pale in the mud, and Mrs. Waycrest knelt on her husband's knees. Beside her, looking at her husband who was breathing slowly and deeply, her face was full of tears.

Mrs. Elena Waycrest is a well-known shrew and a poisonous noble lady according to the standard template, but her love for her husband is unquestionable.

Stop chasing!

Seeing that several death knights were about to jump off the cliff to hunt down the guests who were swept away by the tide, Tyrion waved them back.

There is no need to chase, those guests... are hopeless.

The Dark Blade King narrowed his eyes, and in the strange light shining in his eyes, he said softly:

Mortals cannot resist the whispers of the Old Gods. They do escape from death, but they also throw their souls into a more terrible hell. The tidesage... Hehe, the power from the deep sea ...I should have guessed, isn't that the place of my old friend N'Zoth?

boom

Behind Tyrion, the weeping Mrs. Waycrest knelt at his feet and begged:

Please, save my Arthur, save him! My life is meaningless without him.

Looking at the sad lady who was crying, Tyrion knelt down and lifted the lady's face with his hand. He looked into those sad eyes and said softly:

It was the assassin you hired to kill your daughter's lover, right? You ruined my good mood...why should I help you?

I would do anything to make it up, please, just save my husband!

The lady's face was pale, and she clenched her fists, but Tyrion just glanced at Lord Waycrest and shook his head:

He is already terminally ill. Even without this incident, he wouldn't survive this winter... But if you really love him so much and don't care about life and death, maybe I have another way to help you, Provided that...

You have to do something for me...