Azeroth’s Death Track

His appearance may be a sequela of death, but this arrogance and controlling aura is completely his own product... My little cutie, you have to learn from him, his strategy, his will, His thinking, he's a great teacher.

The moment Chaldea's priest sneaked up to meet Tyrion in this dark night, the voice of Xalatas has been floating in Chaldea's heart.

Last time, in Stormwind Fortress, after this strange existence helped Chaldea expose the true face of Archbishop Benedictus, Chaldea sacrificed the souls of 99 vicious prisoners to this dagger as agreed. Since then, her voice has grown sweeter, as sweet as tasting honey, but full of deadly poison within.

Although this seemingly omnipotent dagger has helped Chaldea a lot, the Chaldean priest, who currently represents one third of the Stormwind Kingdom's administrators, is still using the power of this dagger cautiously.

He knew that she was very dangerous, and once he failed, the dagger would abandon him mercilessly. She had a bad record.

Tyrion Dawnblade undoubtedly wants to join the ranks of the Destroyers, but he may not have thought that those who dared to do so will eventually betray their relatives. Maybe he realized the crisis, maybe he didn't, but at this time you Opportunity to take advantage of, cutie, listen to me, you just have to...

Hey, the mysterious Fifth Ancient God, Miss Xalatas, what are you whispering to Mr. Chaldea?

Before Xalatas finished speaking, she was interrupted by Tyrion's sudden greeting, which made the fifth ancient god who had always held the initiative silent for a moment, and then she complained and said:

Look, some people are just so annoying... He can't hear you and me at all, don't be afraid, cutie, he's just bluffing!

But the Chaldean priest couldn't keep calm, because Xalatas's whispers, including Xalatas's name, were a real taboo in his heart. Apart from him, even his closest pillow , his lover, Miss Millie, did not know the secret.

Now, this secret was broken by Tyrion, which made Chaldea not panic.

The power that belongs to the delicate shadow is entwined on the priest of Chaldea, which are two extremes completely different from the power of the holy light in the past. The deep and dark power hovers around his body, which seems to make him escape into the shadow. In the midst of it, the floating power shone like tentacles in the surrounding dark night, and this darkness was deeper than the night itself.

This is the power of shadow, the absolute back of the Holy Light, but it is also an extremely aggressive and destructive power that can be mastered by a few priests.

Well, embarrassment turned into anger.

Tyrion shrugged, his fingers spread out, and then clenched again, and the buzzing magic blade Apocalypse appeared in his hands. At this moment, Xalatas' voice in Chaldea's heart suddenly became sharp:

Stand back! You are no match for him, that sword...is dangerous!

hum

Seeing Chaldea take a few steps back, Tyrion, with playful eyes, held the magic blade in front of him, shook it, and said softly:

Now, do you want to talk?

Little cutie, let me talk to him!

Xalatas, who has always used gentle and delicate seduction as a means, became strangely hardened at this moment. After feeling the will, Chaldea nodded silently. The next moment, his eyes became It turned into a strange pure black, and the power of shadow floating around the body also slowly dissipated.

Chaldea raised his hands to show that he was not hostile. He seemed a little uncomfortable with his new body, and he didn't speak until several seconds later:

Well, a body of flesh and blood, so weak, but he has formed a dark cocoon, and will soon break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, becoming a member of the truly great.

The voice was hoarse, weird, delicate, and deep. It was a woman's voice. It was nice, but it was as dangerous as a piranha.

Tyrion knew that the person who now dominates Chaldea's body should be the mysterious fifth ancient god, the hidden one hidden in Xalatas. The Dark Empire's Blade, the recorder and destroyer from the ancient era, A poor man who was betrayed and shared by his own kind.

Then you will abandon poor Chaldea mercilessly just like abandoning others. When I guided him to find you, I already knew the ending.

The magic blade in Tyrion's hand disappeared suddenly. He looked at the Chaldean priest whose body was controlled in front of him. He said with some pity:

Everyone holding your hand thinks they are chosen, but everyone is just a carrier destined to be abandoned. You don't have a master, right? Ms. Xalatas, you will never have a master.

It is always a pleasure to see the feeble mind sink into darkness.

Xalatas controlled Chaldea's body and made a very feminine posture. He looked at Tyrion with undisguised admiration in his pure black eyes:

You! Tyrion Dawnblade, if there is anyone in this world that I would like to follow, it must be you, destruction and perdition... This is the real beauty, and you know how to appreciate it! You guys Among these mortals, there is finally one person that I can look at differently.

No, no, don't praise me like that, ma'am.

The Dark Blade King smiled:

I already have a painful thorn in my hand, and I don't want to get myself into more trouble.

Apocalypse?

Xalatas flicked his fingers and said intentionally or unintentionally:

That evil blade just looks rebellious, you obviously haven't found a way to control it, that impostor is whispering crazy whispers in your ears all the time, but in my opinion, it's just meaningless noise .What an amateur! Maybe, let me show it the proper technique, or, maybe, I can help you tame it?

Need not.

The smile on Tyrion's face gradually disappeared, and he said calmly:

The process of solving problems is half the fun, I don't want to give this fun to other people, well, this is the end of the chat, you should feel it, N'Zoth, the demon of the thousand beards, once swallowed a part of you The murderer's power of the body is lingering in this land, it is obviously planning something, and no matter what it wants to get, I don't want to see it succeed, so, are you interested in participating?

That idiot pustule of N'Zoth has lived too long... it is the weakest of us, and yet it seems to be the closest to success, ironically, the weakest may become The last victor.

Xalatas said lazily:

But it is destined that only one person can devour the world. This is a predestined rule. Also, it is not a murderer. How do you know that it was not my little conspiracy that I was eaten by them?

That is to say, you are not interested?

Tyrion ignored those suspicious language traps, and he asked straightforwardly:

Will you allow N'Zoth to absorb the soul of this land? Are all the Old Gods so generous?

Who said I'm not interested?

Xalatas snorted:

The plane barrier here is very weak and easy to tear, but the real shadow and the holy light meet here, and there will definitely be a very interesting disaster. I am eager to see it and teach the dishonest N'Zoth a lesson. ...This guy has been wreaking havoc in this world for a long time, not all of his schemes have succeeded, but the ones that succeeded have endless troubles, it is an obstacle.

Very well, Stormsong Valley, that's its base camp, let's destroy it as much as we want.

Tyrion pointed to the north, and said to Xal'atath in front of him:

I'm also looking forward to seeing your destructive power. By the way, Naga's power is also there.

Naga! These fish of the deep are always begging N'Zoth for everything, but their queen is greedy, and she wants more, and she'll be a good vanguard.

Xalatas stretched out his hand and flicked it around his mouth. It is very eye-catching for a man to make such an action, but Tyrion turned a blind eye to it. He knew very well that Xalatas hadn't said his own What about the conditions.

I will help you destroy the order here, I will help you squeeze the existence space of the human empire, and help you unite them. I have helped you so much!

Xal'atath said softly:

What else can I get? I heard that your nickname is Tyrion the Generous. Maybe, you won't let me down.

Ding

Something was thrown at Xalatas' feet, and she controlled Chaldea's body to pick it up. It was a purple gem full of soul power, shining strangely in the dark night. Xalatas would It was placed next to his nose, and he sniffed it lightly, then he nodded in satisfaction.

32,934 tormented souls...so much death, so much power...

You are really a person who does great things, and you are much more generous than my little cutie. However, the souls of dirty pirates are full of impurities and are not so delicious. Next time you ask me for help, maybe you can give me some delicious food Yes, pure souls, such as 999 pure maiden spirits, then I would be more willing to help you.

Tyrion's face remained unchanged, he whispered:

If I can find another free town where pirates gather before I leave Kul Tiras, I am willing to hand over all the ugly souls I harvest to you, and treat them as waste.

One more thing, about C'Thun and his bug people, I want to find a soul from C'Thun's dark realm...

The Darkblade Lord said the second thing, which made Xal'atath let out a burst of rapid laughter.

Yeah, it seems that my compatriots really pissed you off, first N'Zoth, then C'Thun, so I'm curious, why are you so persistent in finding trouble with them? We're going to be very As a good partner, the Dark Blade King, I have already seen that future.

It's you in the end!

Tyrion replied with a cold sentence, which made Xalatath laugh like a chicken neck that was cut off. There is no doubt that this sentence declared Tyrion's attitude and angered Xalatath Miss, she cried in a shrill voice:

You are just a seed of corruption rooted in death. You can't see violent ghosts wandering in anger and growing in pain. You are just the prey of the god of the abyss. Don't talk big! Stupid undead, belong to The power of our master has never completely disappeared, as if it never really appeared in this world, but the chasm has been very deep, and under the abyss, some power you have never seen is thrown and churned. ..The final confinement has been loosened, and you are not ready yet!

Our master is quietly entering this kingdom, and what you see are just some poor fragments, shadows, which are the faintest echoes. You can ask those ethereal spirits, how much is our master? Terrible power, the likes of which you have never seen...

I have seen many things that you have never seen, Xal'atath, the Fifth Old God...I don't believe that the infection of the void cannot be removed!

Tyrion was tougher. He interrupted Xal'atath's dark whisper and said in a deep voice:

As for the Void Spirits, none of their strongest dare to appear in front of me, and what I have to face is only three weak gods imprisoned in the Titan's cage, and you, a person who was imprisoned by the same kind Divided and eaten, the broken ghosts who have to linger for hundreds of thousands of years, you see, the minions of the void, that's all!

Will you really win? In Azeroth? Hehe, I'm curious!

Tyrion moved his wrist, and he looked indifferently at Xalatas in front of him:

Even if you corrupt all life, so what? Don't forget, there is still an army of death waiting for you. Maybe when I chop off Yogg Saron's heart core with my army, you will reconsider changing your family. ..In your stronghold of the Shadow Realm, no matter how rampant the Void Lord is, he dare not provoke the eternal death...Look, I know all about you, and you, you don't even know who you are fighting with !

Now, tell me, do you help me, or don't you? Do you have a good relationship with C'Thun? What has it done for you, and it is worth keeping a secret for it to be so loyal? Is it because it devoured your body? Is it gentle?

Facing Tyrion's merciless questioning, Xalatas is undoubtedly at a disadvantage. A strong threat must be backed up with a strong force. In this respect, Tyrion's threat Obviously more powerful.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Xalatas also calmed down from the previously irritated emotions, and she let out a sharp laugh:

C'Thun is not just a compatriot to me. In the endless years before the power of the void sprouted, it was my friend. We are friends beyond the meaning of the word itself...

This answer made Tyrion frowned, and he asked in a low voice:

So, put a price on your favorite soul, how much are those years, the years you were friends, worth to you...?