Azeroth’s Death Track

The so-called power is a very simple yet complex word.

It is simple because everything in the world can be called power, the magic of the mage, the anger of the warrior, the holy light of the paladin, the death aura of the death knight, etc., and even the firearms knocked out by the engineers with a wrench, Cannons and bombs, all of which can be used to protect oneself or cause harm to others, they can all be called power.

And it is complicated because it is difficult for you to find a benchmark for comparison among the power of the complex and inclusive endless system. Delicate human beings will suddenly burst out with unimaginable power due to changes in emotions, such as helping children. A child, or a desperate self-preservation, a powerful individual will also be easily killed by a much weaker enemy because of the collapse of will.

Power is not static, especially when it appears on the easily shaken life body, power presents an elusive state.

This is why many creatures are in awe of power... In many cases, uncontrolled, powerful power that lacks awe means terrible destruction, the arrival of destruction, and the end of civilization, but it can also be used for protection.

There is no distinction between good and evil in power, just like a sword will never take the initiative to commit a crime. The result it causes depends more on the will of the user.

clang

The two special-shaped long swords shot out fierce sparks between the collisions. Between the sharp blades' high-speed friction, even the space that had always been stable was cut out with fleeting black cracks. This is a powerful force. After reaching a certain level, it will break through the shackles of the world environment, and even change the terrain of the battlefield with ease.

Snapped

Lothar's tiger's mouth shook violently, and a tingling pain came from his fingers, causing the human emperor to withdraw his sword and retreat. The bricks and stones under his feet were blown backward by the aftermath of energy, and the soil under his feet was alternately cold and hot. Suddenly, becoming extremely fragile, Lothar looked back, and around the battlefield where he and Tyrion fought, an arc cut by the dissipated momentum was impressively visible.

The cut black soil is like some kind of warning, separating the battle circle of the two people from the outer battlefield. Anyone who dares to cross this arc, whether it is the living or the undead, will be killed by the battle circle. The chaotic momentum inside was cut into pieces.

The black and fiery red energy sparks confronted in every inch of air, annihilated and exploded, showing strange halos in all directions, just like their masters, like beasts in cages, because of each other His will and mission, the final outcome can only be immortal.

This is a battle between human civilization and the strongest of the Dark Blade Legion. It is a collision between two civilizations. It cannot be disturbed by a third party. The meaning hidden under this battle is more important than the battle itself. Solemn and heavier.

By the standards of the living, you are already pretty good.

Tyrion's left hand swung down, and the whistling Ashbringer hung down at the side of the Dark Blade King. He stretched out his hand and extinguished the flames of power that were ignited everywhere on the armor. The embodied power that belonged to the warrior The source is not the common fire, it is more inclined to the flames of the elements. More precisely, it is the attack method evolved by Lothar's tenacious fighting spirit. This flame will only be ignited when holding the War Destroyer.

This should be the ability of the War Destroyer...

Tyrion moved his fingers, looked at Lothar and the brass-colored long sword in his hand, which had been wrapped in scorching flames, and said softly:

As expected, it is indeed a legendary sword. It has given you new power.

It gave me more than just strength!

Lothar switched the buzzing war sword to the other hand, and swung his left hand outwards. Drops of magma-like blood dripped from the shattered wound on the tiger's mouth, and the blood fell into the air. It was ignited in an instant, turning into little sparks and dissipating, as if it was not the liquid of life, but more like some kind of fuel.

It gave me a mission...

The emperor held the battleship with both hands, and erected the blade of the sword like a pillar of fire in front of him. He took a deep breath, and pushed out the screams, screams and heroic shouts from the surrounding battlefields out of his mind, and let the One's will and spirit have reached their purest state.

Tyrion tilted his head, his eyes sparkled with curiosity, but he did not stop attacking, giving the enemy sufficient preparation time on the battlefield, he was looking for a dead end, his figure was like black lightning in the narrow Back and forth in the battle circle, the powerful shadow blade brought out by the blade of the Ashbringer whizzed, sharply destroying everything on the battlefield.

Those sharp blades grazed Lothar's body, tore open the armor of the human emperor, and left wounds on his body, but they never interrupted a certain ritual that Lothar was doing, regardless of Tyrion. No matter how much you slashed with your sword, those wounds would always be healed quickly by the flow of the emperor's scorching blood.

The moment I held this sword and slayed the beast from the abyss in the tomb of my ancestors, I understood the meaning of the inheritance of the War Destroyer... I had a brief communication with the souls of my ancestors.

Lothar took a deep breath, as if he had completed some kind of ritual, a scorching breath burst out from the body of the human emperor, Tyrion narrowed his eyes, and the Salain instinct surging in his body , he could clearly see that the blood flowing in each of Lothar's blood vessels was emitting scorching energy, as if being ignited.

The ancestor's soul told me that when I took over the sword of the empire, a heavy mission was also on my shoulders.

Lothar took a step forward, and the huge and invisible force lifted the ground, soil, stones, and grass stalks around his body one after another. Everything under his feet was oppressed and decomposed. The sudden strong wind pressure, that The invisible wind blade that cut gold and cut jade also forced the King of Dark Blades back and forth from the area near Lothar.

The human emperor raised his head, his eyes seemed to be burning with dancing fire, and his voice became clanging like a weapon.

The emperor's ending is to burn himself and light up the future for the empire...

Tyrion, King of Dark Blades, do you know that when I stepped into this battlefield, I didn't expect...to go back alive! Do you want to see the real War Destroyer?

Very well...then as you wish...

kuang

Lothar's body jumped up, and amidst the roar of pain, he held the sword in both hands, like a giant who wanted to smash the world, and poured all the strength of his body on the long sword. Amidst the endless buzzing, he slashed the blade fiercely at the Dark Blade King in front of him.

The latter felt the power of the sword, but he did not choose to retreat, but held the Ashbringer in his hand upside down. Between the fluttering black cloak and the dazzling flickering of the sword shadow, the two weapons once again collide together.

boom

The dark red and flaming light burst out at this moment, like a small sun rising in the center of the battlefield, and the moment the blade touched, Tyrion's body that was charging forward was forcibly stopped in place At the moment when he felt something bad, Lothar turned his wrist, and the flaming war sword hit his body like a war hammer, and a brute force that destroyed everything also broke out at this moment.

Caught off guard, the Dark Blade King seemed to be slammed to the ground by a big hand that fell from the sky. The force from Lothar's blade was more than ten times greater than the previous collision?

The blood all over the Dark Blade King's body was frozen at this moment. He strengthened his strength again, and the huge death energy escaped from behind him, reorganized into two dark bat wings, and the fine dark red lightning flashed He twisted his body, trying to block the blow, but...

kuang

The Dark Blade King knelt down on one knee in embarrassment. The moment his knee hit the ground, the entire battle circle filled with death energy and fire of power seemed to be pushed deeper into the ground by an invisible hand. The ground was squeezed downward by at least 3 meters amid painful groans. Under the crushing force of this extreme force, an irregular circular depression appeared on the battlefield.

The surging earthquake swept across the entire battlefield at this moment, making both sides fighting fiercely around unable to help turning their attention to the center of the battlefield.

Crack, click, click

Every piece of armor on Tyrion's body trembled under the crush of that terrifying force. He knelt down on one knee, holding the hilt of the sword in his left hand, and the blade of Ashbringer in his right hand, almost barely blocking Lothar's sword. With the decisive blow, the muscles on his cheeks twitched, those dark blue eyes stared at the human emperor whose whole body was lit with fire of power.

The latter was ignited, from the inside out, every drop of blood in his old body was burning, that kind of flame from the inside out embellished Lothar into a flame giant, and he spit out scorching fire of power , just like the king of barbarians in ancient mythology, between shouts and roars, holding the war destroyer with both hands, he swung the long sword that had completely turned into a torch in the air, and once again fiercely Slamming at the Dark Blade King in front of him.

The scorching and whistling sword wind aroused a terrifying storm of flames around the two, trapping the two of them tightly, and also trapped the space for Tyrion to dodge.

Tyrion! Feel it?

Lothar yelled the final battle cry, and with the burning of blood in his body, his body became illusory every second. At the moment when the invincible power bought at the cost of life dissipated, Lothar This name will also die with the wind...

This is human civilization, and this is the weight of my civilization!

This is the true ability of the War Destroyer. It ignites everything in a brave warrior, bestows brute force as powerful as a god, and completely crushes the enemies that block the advance of the empire into powder.

kuang

Before the blade came, Tyrion's hair was blown by the scorching hot breath, and the Dark Blade King gritted his teeth. He mobilized all the soul power in his body without saying a word. The aura of death wrapped around his body, like the deepest darkness, enveloping his whole body. He wanted to stand up and fight, but Lothar's indomitable aura of sacrificing himself and attacking made him die Press down on the ground.

boom

The aftermath of energy visible to the naked eye gushes out in all directions, like a galloping horse. Wherever the aftermath of noisy and wild energy goes, the two sides in the fierce battle are brutally separated. Crashing to the ground, the energy and majesty of the two emperors unreservedly burst across the battlefield, pressing all malicious and hostile existences firmly to the ground and not being allowed to enter.

At the last moment of the long battle between the two, Lothar seemed to have once again broken through the limitations of beings, and with his life, for the first time suppressed the mighty Dark Blade King in all directions in the battle.

The heavy sword blade, like a warhammer, slashed on Ashbringer's blade amidst the howling of endless thunder and fire. Tyrion's raised arms made a crackling sound the moment they touched the blade, The blade pressed Ashbringer down little by little, and the scorching and sharp long sword landed on Tyrion's shoulder, easily cutting through his dark armor and cutting into his body, amidst the crazy lingering dark spiritual power , the fiery long sword almost cut the Dark Blade King in half.

Victory seems within reach!

but...

Snapped

The low and dark entangled five fingers firmly clasped the falling blade. Under Lothar's gaze, under the unshakable force, the embarrassed Tyrion stood up bit by bit, staggering but But as stable as a mountain, his fingers were clasped on the burning sharp blade, preventing the long sword from continuing to destroy his body. In the other hand, the black orb behind the blade of the dark Ashbringer had dissipated, replaced by The deep power lingering around the Dark Blade King.

Is this the real War Destroyer?

Tyrion moved his neck, looking at Lothar whose figure gradually became unreal in the burning of blood, Tyrion's voice was like a catkin in the dark:

I see it...I feel it.

The civilization you guard...is indeed heavy, but unfortunately...you are too old.

boom

The Ashbringer roared and swung it, hitting Lothar's clenched wrist from bottom to top, forcibly cutting off the connection between the human emperor who sacrificed himself and the War Destroyer. The moment the War Destroyer left his hand, Lothar The flames around his body subsided, and the human emperor staggered back a few steps. He seemed to have aged several decades in an instant. The wrinkles were all over his cheeks, and even his eyes, which were always bright, had become cloudy.

His life was already like a candle in the wind. In the last battle, the recovery of the war-destroyer had completely burned up Lothar's few lives.

swish

The sword of the Empire, which had become cold and dim, was pulled out by Tyrion from the wound, and the blood soaked with death escaped from the wound, freezing everything around it.

The dim sword of the Empire was thrust aside. Tyrion clutched his wound and looked at Lothar who was sitting weakly on the spot. He didn't kill the killer immediately. While the death energy was repairing the body injury, he whispered softly. Asked:

Why are you so desperate? Even at the expense of annihilating everything about yourself... Do you know that while this sword is igniting your blood and life, it is also burning your soul...

I know.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the old and tired Lothar raised his head with difficulty, and smiled at Tyrion:

The ancestor told me everything, he warned me that only in a really critical moment can the ability of the war destroyer be unsealed, but...look around, if I hold this sword of the empire, I am destined, Then it must be used at this moment...as for why desperately?

Hehe, isn't this what it should be?

The human emperor took a quick breath. He looked at his hands. At the moment when his life and soul began to dissipate, his flesh and blood also became illusory, and a layer of ashes-like light spots flew away from his flesh and blood. , which represented that Lothar's existence was coming to an end, but even if he was sitting cross-legged like an old man, the awe-inspiring aura that belonged to the emperor still lingered.

After a moment of silence, Lothar said frankly:

Because this is my empire, this is my people, and if I don't fight for them, who will?

Because I, like you, have to respond to the expectations of those who follow me! That's all...

In the past, you who dared to face the astral mage and the bronze dragon with a mortal body, didn't you also work so hard?

(ps. This book comes from the new work of my old friend Nu Xiaoda: The Herder of the Dead. You can tell how exciting this story is just from the title of the book, and Nu Xiaoda's character is also very guaranteed, the most important thing Yes, his coding speed is extremely fast, and he is just a small seedling now, so I look forward to your support from all brothers. I believe that the Nuxiao Conference will report a wonderful enough story to everyone!)