Azeroth’s Death Track

It was getting late, this should have been an ordinary day, but too many things happened on the land of Azeroth.

Family affection, hatred, betrayal, killing, expulsion, chaos... Incomprehensible emotions in one day, in different forms, successfully turned the northern border of the world into a mess.

On the surface, everything seems to be in order, but in reality?

Everything is messed up... While the human empire is facing a life-and-death crisis, Dark Blade is also facing a sudden internal fission, just like two individuals living together, changes in one will always trigger the reaction of the other.

Under such circumstances, the emperor of mankind has desperately started to promote the final salvation of the empire, and the master of the dark blade finally stopped waiting and began to face the biggest uncertain factor in the system he built.

But what is the result, this dispute, this dispute that has lasted for several years, whether it is internal or external, will be resolved tonight.

In the shining light at dusk, Tyrion's favorite mount, the Death Raven Duke slowly landed on the newly renovated gate of Karazhan. The Dark Blade King jumped off the raven, and he patted The head of the mount, the latter let out a hoarse neigh, then flapped its wings, and flew out of the sky surrounded by magical fog.

Tyrion looked back, the scenery of the Deadwind Path was the same as he had seen before, no matter how drastic the outside world changes, the scenery here still seems to be like this...but soon, this place will also usher in a change.

It is impossible for the people who migrated from the northern border to be distributed in several areas of the Defias Federation. In addition, some races that are not very suitable for contact with ordinary people, such as werewolves, must be arranged for them to be relatively independent. reserved residential area.

So soon, the sixth city-state district of the Defias Federation will be established in the Swamp of Sorrows on the other side of the Deadwind Passage. Tyrion's plan for those immigrants from the northern border is actually very clear. He has been trying to unite the world of Draenor and the land controlled by the Defias Federation.

Seriously, that small and peaceful world urgently needs to be injected with new vitality...

However, before that, Tyrion must first solve the biggest trouble in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the tall dark spire in front of him. He pulled out the Ashbringer behind him with his backhand and walked forward. Sensing the arrival of the owner, the door slowly opened amidst the beating of gears and sparks. The dim light behind the door looked like the throat of some giant beast with its teeth open, full of ominousness.

So, you knew in advance that I would come?

Tyrion walked into the entrance of the mage tower, and when he quietly stepped on the stairs that spread upwards, he said to himself:

So, are you ready to speak?

Then give it a try, try using language, or something else, to save your life...

Behind him, the endless and cold darkness is spreading...

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Follow me, Khadgar!

Wearing a pale mask, Garona firmly grabbed Khadgar's sleeve, trying to forcefully drag him to the flickering astral portal, which is the legacy left by Medivh. It is difficult to activate, but after activation, the user will be thrown into a place that the astral mage once explored.

Frankly speaking, this is definitely a desperate move, because among the stars, 99% of the area is not suitable for life, and only the most desperate people will use this thing crazily.

Please, I beg you.

Facing the indifferent Grand Lich who sat on the chair without saying a word, the voice of the orc assassin Garona was crying:

Come with me! You are not his opponent, don't send your life here, please, come with me, let's go to other worlds and throw these messy things here.

No, Garona.

There was not much emotion in Khadgar's silver eyes, like a real undead. He stretched out his cold hand and took off the mask on Garona's face. He showed a difficult smile, and gently touched the Touching Garona's face, he said:

Leave here...don't come back, no matter what the outcome, the Khadgar inside you will die tonight...I have fulfilled my final obligation to this world and this civilization, so no matter what happens before No matter the way, I will accept it calmly.

what about me?

Garona's big eyes, inherited from the draenei blood in her body, sparkled with pleading. She knelt on one knee and looked at the archlich:

What about your obligations to me? You can't just push me back into the human world. Do you know how happy I was when I learned that you still have true feelings? I thought our story would continue Go down, I thought...

boom

The door of the room on the top floor of Karazhan was completely blown open by the black flames at this moment. In the violent dancing flames, Tyrion's figure appeared in front of the two of them. He glanced at the expressionless Khadgar , and looked at Garona who was kneeling on the ground, a cold smile flashed across his skinny face, as if facing a friend, he said softly:

Oh, boy... what a touching love story, a shameless traitor, an assassin of darkness, who can still flirt here in the face of death, saying, Khadgar , why don't you answer dear Garona?

Tell her that you love her...then, in front of her, I will tear your soul apart bit by bit...then I will...let her go, as your tragedy The end of love...

boom

The dim Ashbringer landed on the ground, and a series of beating phantoms tore apart everything around. Between the strange smell of the shattered potion, the torn tome and the flying dust, Tyrion His eyes were extremely cold.

I like the story, and I like the ending even more...

swish

The legendary dagger named Kingslayer jumped into Garona's hands. At this moment, the master assassin was like a reckless warrior, standing firmly in front of the silent Khadgar. Her blue eyes Staring at Tyrion, who was exuding murderous aura, she shouted loudly:

I won't allow you to hurt him!

Tsk tsk, what a paranoid love.

Tyrion didn't act immediately, he just looked at Khadgar, then at Garona, and said in a hoarse voice:

You're full of lies! Garona Haverson, you have blood on your hands. You've spent your whole life working for liars and butchers, yet you think you're high, you think you have a bottom line, you think your twisted love is above everything else, and you think that You can offset your own sins, but look at you, trained to be a killing machine, with a restless killing heart beating in your heart, come on, that is your instinct, an instinct that will never disappear.

The Dark Blade King raised Ashbringer, and between swinging the heavy blade, a series of dizzying blade phantoms danced on the black blade. Looking at the half-orc assassin in front of him, he whispered:

Look, your bills are dripping with blood, countless blood debts that you will never be able to repay... Now, do you think saving a lover who is not much higher than you can change anything?

Hehe, that's the lowest level of love. I think you're just deceiving yourself! Seriously, has the person behind you ever said that he really loves you? Maybe you are also his tool? That kind of dark wisdom , treating everyone as pawns to play with, just like he betrayed me, he will send you to hell sooner or later... I am helping you, silly boy.

I love her!

As soon as Tyrion finished speaking, a calm voice sounded from behind Garona. Khadgar stood up from the chair leaning on the staff of the Guardian. He stretched out his hand and pushed Garona to the other side. He looked at the Tyrion, under the jump of the silver light flashing in his eyes, he said in a deep voice:

This is between you and me, don't involve other people.

You brought her into this, Khadgar, not me...

Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared, a black light brushed against Khadgar's body, and as the golden rune chains of the archlich suddenly exploded, the Ashbringer's heavy sword slashed fiercely at the archlich's shield. On the body magic shield, the 9 sword shadows following it slashed at every magic support point of the arch lich's magic shield from all directions with full force.

The dark red death energy collided with the icy magic power, like sparks shining from the top of the mage tower. Just the first sword of the war cut off 2 of the 5 pillars supporting the secret room on the top floor. ..and this is just a hello.

boom

After the magic support point was destroyed, Khadgar's protective magic shield shattered in the swaying magic power, but the moment the staff in the Grand Lich's hand touched the ground, a layer of gorgeous violet light covered his body and Tai Ryan's body was enveloped, and the magic power of the entire Karazhan Mage Tower flowed reversely into the spell guided by Khadgar at this moment. The heavy pressure was like a closed circle, and the Grand Lich and the Dark Blade were separated. The king's body was completely swallowed between the purple masks.

Khadgar didn't want the aftermath of the battle between the two to destroy this mage tower that meant a lot to him, and he didn't want Garona to be in danger, so he adopted this almost suicide-like method.

With Garona's scream, the entire violet light curtain suddenly dissipated at this moment, and there were no figures of Khadgar and Tyrion in the hall.

I didn't betray you!

In another solid space, amidst Tyrion's heavy sword shadow flying all over the sky, the Arch Lich's cry resounded through this strange space:

I am loyal to the Dark Blade!

Bad joke!

Tyrion responded, his figure flitted through the space like black lightning, and behind the archlich, he raised his sword blade wrapped in a dark red halo, the dead cold mixed on his body, It's like a halo, enough to make any living beings shrouded in it lose their life and be frozen in the frost.

kuang

With pure arcane power, the blue-purple halo exploded under Tyrion's blade, and the huge impact pushed the Dark Blade King's body several meters away. When the light faded, Khadgar Seeing the deep bony scars on his arms, he frowned.

listen to me...

Not interested in!

kuang

It was cut down with another sword, and the figure of the archlich seemed to be chopped into pieces by the blade, but that was just a boring illusion. As a lich with an extremely powerful sense of magic power, for this kind of combat spell developed by human archmages, , Khadgar was almost at his fingertips, and he who appeared on the other side swung his staff, and the flames, ice, and energy aggregates roared towards the King of Dark Blades in the form of a storm, but he couldn't even beat him. Ryan didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

I can explain it!

Oh, after you die, I will listen quietly!

It was another confrontation between language and offense and defense. This time Tyrion didn't stay strong. The surface of the Ashbringer in his hand was covered with a surging halo. The sword roared and slashed upwards. The energy is like the sharpest energy blade, it breaks away from the sword body, roaring towards the sky of the violet enchantment, the dark blade shadow whizzes and dances behind the energy blade, like a sharp blade covering the entire enchantment in an instant Like a storm.

There is nowhere to hide!

The silver light in Khadgar's eyes soared, and he could tell that each of these blade shadows carried powerful death energy, as long as they were touched, they would be frozen immediately, and with Tyrion's attack speed, As long as it is frozen, it means that the body will be broken. What's more, this astonishing Dark Blade King is now studying the soul, which can't be hidden from the Grand Lich.

bang bang bang

The Grand Lich flicked his fingers, and a vague light danced in the entire space. The magic circle of the dual-element magic Death and Withering, which can only be used by Liches, finally spread to every corner of the entire space. During the explosion of magic power, those sharp blades flying all over the sky were intercepted by magic power, or simply assimilated directly.

But Khadgar hadn't taken a breath yet, a cold death frost rose under his feet, the lich raised his head, and Tyrion, who was wrapped in black fire all over his body, seemed to come out of another dimension, ignoring death The withering and terrifying killing and the suppression of magic power, the dark blade seemed to be piercing through his body in the next moment, and Khadgar had also heard about the casting of the Ashbringer, but he had never understood the true power of this sword.

But now, in just a few minutes, the Grand Lich Khadgar was about to be forced back by this strange shadow blade. Although he was still far away from failure, the pressure of the battle was increasing. When Ryan waved it, it was as if a dozen dark blade kings were besieging him alone...

It seems that you have lost your cool now, and you can't listen to anything. I don't want to do this, but...

Please, let me be presumptuous!

boom