Azeroth’s Death Track

Death, a cruel word, represents the end of life, those beautiful events in life, those memories that are enough to make people recall a lifetime, those useful or useless footprints, those yearning for the future and the past that represent existence, It will completely lose its luster at a certain node, and completely lose its meaning.

This node is when death comes.

But even the same death has many different manifestations, sometimes heroic, sometimes gentle, and sometimes peaceful, but in fact, the death of most lives will not have a substantial impact on this world, but there are always The arrival of some deaths will make the world feel sad, sad, and painful.

The passing of a great man...exactly.

The battlefield of Whispering Harbor was already in a mess. Between the final collision between the Dark Blade King and the Human Emperor, although most of the forces of both sides were leaning on each other's bodies, the ones that escaped easily destroyed half of them. battlefield.

When their strength reached their level, once they let go of their hands to fight, it would be almost like a natural disaster.

But at the moment when the victory and defeat were already divided, facing Lothar's calmness, Tyrion still couldn't let go. He stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his body that was torn and burned by the War Destroyer, and he said:

Lothar, Medivh told you everything about the future, you know what the world will face in the future... Your choice shouldn't be like this, with your vision and wisdom, you should be my best ally.

But in the end, like your ignorant people, you chose a short-sighted path, which frankly disappoints me...

Tyrion inserted the Ashbringer into the ground. He stepped forward and squatted in front of Lothar. He looked at the dying human emperor:

This is the inferiority of flesh and blood creatures. You know what is right, but in the end...you still go the wrong way!

No, Tyrion, no!

There was no more hostility in Lothar's eyes, and at the end of his life, he looked extremely calm:

Short-sightedness is necessary because most of my people don't live in the future that they can see... I understand that it is easier to destroy everything and rebuild than spend time and energy to improve, but you flaunt your If you are doing great things, then you should tolerate those facts that are contrary to yourself... those existences, those lives.

Tyrion, I admit that your idea may be correct, but it is unacceptable to us, to human beings, so we will resist... But this is not why our civilization should be destroyed, we , they, just need time to adapt to the new era, need time to change ... give them some more time.

Lothar coughed violently. He stretched out his hand and held Tyrion's icy wrist tightly, like a person who was about to die. He pleaded with difficulty:

I said that when I came to this battlefield, I didn't expect to come back alive. My people thought I was here to fight for freedom and the future, but I was actually just looking for an opportunity... a An opportunity given by you.

Tyrion lowered his head. He looked at Lothar's increasingly illusory arms. He could feel the strength between the fingers of the human emperor, which was not at all like the power that a weak creature should have.

Perhaps, this is what he really wanted to say.

Give our civilization a chance, give us a chance to prove ourselves...

If this pleases you...please...please, Tyrion, give my people time...they will prove, they will prove their worth and meaning, for this For a troubled world...please.

On a messy battlefield, the originally tit-for-tat atmosphere became silent and weird at this moment. Even though Tyrion had considered too much before starting the war, he had imagined that Lothar would fight in the unyielding anger. He chopped off his head during the scolding, and he also seriously thought about whether to keep Lothar's life, or absorb him into the Forgotten Kings.

But in Tyrion's wildest fantasies, he never imagined that Lothar's last words were actually this...

You have long realized that your empire is not my opponent... You have persisted all the way until now, just to let me see the value of human civilization? You knew what I wanted to do from the very beginning, and you Just know what I want to see...you, you are really a smart person.

Tyrion shook his head, and said:

But don't be so humble, Emperor of Humanity...

The Dark Blade King stretched out his hand, grabbed Lothar's armor, and lifted the soon-to-be-extinct human emperor from the ground. He flicked his fingers, and the Ashbringer roared back to his palm, and then staggered forward. After a few steps, he grasped the completely dimmed Empire Sword War Destroyer in his hand.

He looked at the night sky that was about to dawn, his figure flashed, and disappeared on the battlefield, and the next moment, his figure appeared on the top of the dark temple suspended above the dark sea. In the cold wind, some special sparks flickered in Tyrion's eyes.

He thought again of the words that the traitor in Karazhan had left him.

He thought of Danas Trollbane's funny but very heavy choice in Fadil Bay.

He thought of Saurfang, and although the death lord tried to hide some traces, Tyrion could probably guess what he was doing in Lordaeron.

He thought of Dai Lin, with the strength of the Death Fleet commanded by Dai Lin, he should be able to easily destroy the last navy of the Human Empire before Jaina recalled the lost fleet of Kul Tiras, but he didn't.

He thought of Rogelio's strange silence in the spiritual link, which was the death lord he was most assured of.

He also thought of the Black Iron Emperor Thaurissan who came to see him uncharacteristically before he set off, and the request made by that unruly guy.

At this moment, standing on the top floor of the Dark Temple, he looked at the fleet of the civilized world below, and the battle between the leaders of the civilized world and the forgotten kings. At this moment, Tyrion suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Isn't the scene in front of him the original intention of him establishing the Dark Blade Legion?

He wants to build a huge civilization where the dead and the dead unite to fight against all disasters and punish the black hands behind the scenes. Now, the world of the living has truly united under the threat of the dead, even people who have never paid attention The night elves of the world's development also joined the rescue of the human empire for the first time.

In the foreseeable future, an alliance of Tyrion's dreams has taken shape.

Humans and orcs, elves and trolls, goblins, dwarves and gnomes... all the living spontaneously united together to kill him, Tyrion Dawnblade and his evil army.

They have united. Although the process of uniting is somewhat out of Tyrion's control, the result is good and everything is fine.

From then on, the filth among other races in the world will be replaced by the more terrifying conflict between the living and the dead. Between the confrontation and mutual influence between the two sides, only a little technical means is needed to solve the problem. It can make the alliance of the living more stable.

After calming down all the emotions in his mind, when Tyrion raised his head from the slightly blind journey dedicated to destroying the human empire, he suddenly found that he had realized the original plan, making the world unite truly correct way, he didn't go astray...to find a common, powerful enemy for all the living.

He, Tyrion Dawnblade, Enemy of the World...

In the eyes of the living, only justice and benevolence can make people take the initiative to attach themselves, just like every life will naturally yearn for the light!

Standing on the top of the Dark Temple, Tyrion suddenly said:

But you forget that a lot of times, fear and violence have the same power, and we are more destructive...I promise you, Lothar, I will play a show with you...Don't worry, this is very simple...

Um?

The human emperor whose flesh and blood was disintegrating raised his head with difficulty, looked at Tyrion, and asked softly:

What do you need me to do?

It's very simple, let your people, let the life alliance you created... fear me more, hate me even more! Anger and hatred will find a way forward for them, just as I planned.

Lothar listened to Tyrion's request, a trace of doubt flashed across his old face, and he asked:

What...what's the point of this?

Of course it makes sense. Unity itself is more important than how to unite. What? Does your moral obsession make you unwilling to cooperate with me?

Facing Tyrion's questioning, Lothar smiled, and he shook his hand weakly:

No, no, no, no, I'm just curious, you who are like this, you who are wildly swinging between a lunatic and a great man, what drove you to take this path?

Tyrion closed his eyes, and he seemed to be recalling those things hundreds of years ago, those blurred memories, those emotions that had long been lost, and finally, in the cold wind that was blowing, he sighed:

It's probably a pity that as an observer, you can only watch, but you can't change history. Anyway, thank you for your compliment.

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On the dark sea outside Whispering Harbor, in the last dark night when dawn came, Dai Lin's undead fleet was fighting with the reinforcements of the human empire. The light of magic tore through the darkness of the sky, and the roar of orcs The sea is no longer calm, and the back and forth of Luna magic and blood magic has caused the night elves to lose nearly 20 battleships and nearly a thousand brave sentinel soldiers.

Not to mention the frontal battlefield outside Whispering Harbor, humans and undead are simply out of their minds, especially after Prophet Velen activated the aura of Heart of Wrath, those tired human fighters were more like chicken blood, crazy The counterattack of the undead actually caused several fronts of the undead to retreat steadily.

But anyway, it's time for this battle to end.

Humans! And allies of humans! Listen!

At a certain moment during the fierce battle, Tyrion's icy voice resounded through the entire battlefield under the effect of special magic on the Dark Temple. At the moment his voice sounded, he fought with the leaders of the life world The Forgotten Kings, and even the ordinary undead soldiers, retreated in unison, as if a certain button had been turned on.

This scene surprised the fighting warriors for a moment, but their morale was high and they immediately started to counterattack, until the prophet Velen realized that the situation had changed, and quickly closed the halo of the heart of anger, so those who were brave like crazy just now The soldiers immediately felt unbearable exhaustion, and even the craziest warriors completely fell silent under the attack of exhaustion.

As a result, only Tyrion's voice remained on the entire battlefield.

He stood on the top platform of the Dark Temple, holding the sword in one hand and the weak human emperor Lothar in the other. In the battle, lost...

This was almost a devastating blow to the morale of the human legion. Lothar knew this very well, but he still appeared in this scene, which proved that he finally agreed with Tyrion's statement.

A few months ago, my legion and I killed the great demon Archimonde who invaded this world. The dead saved the world with great difficulty, but you stupid living messed it up again! Me and My subordinates want to protect you, but you choose to fight foolishly and regard it as a kind of heroism!

Tyrion's voice was full of sarcasm. He looked at the war world below with disdain, and his voice became high:

Easily forget the people who have protected you, easily forget the despair when life is left and the gratitude after being saved, this is human beings, no... this is the ugly commonality of all living things, night elves, high elves, orcs, dwarves , all the same, your stupid lives are worthless! So I launched this war, I want to crush you disgusting bedbugs to death!

But... a great one begged me to give you a way out, to give you a chance to prove yourself...he is your emperor, Lothar...a coward who will serve you The one who sacrifices everything is willing to exchange his soul for your lingering days!

Frankly, it's a pleasant deal...

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Tyrion lifted the human emperor whose body had begun to decompose rapidly into the air. His weight was as light as a feather, but at such a height, few people could see the truth. Lothar's gaze and Tyrion's gaze Looking at each other, the Darkblade King whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

Go all the way... Lothar.

You too... and help find a good master for the War Destroyer.

swish

Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, the Ashbringer, surrounded by darkness, pierced Lothar's heart fiercely. This scene made all human soldiers and civilians scream, anger, pain, despair, fear, this scene all emotions.

Some stunned soldiers grabbed their long swords and rushed towards the nearest undead, but they were easily repelled, stunned, or directly executed by the undead who were exhausted.

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Lothar's corpse was thrown down from the top of the Dark Temple by Tyrion. The corpse seemed to be entwined with dark magic, and it began to burn in the air. When it fell into the air, it was completely burned by the scorching flames. Engulfed, it turned into dots of star-like light, sprinkled in the icy air, and the darkness was also torn apart at this moment, and a scorching sun jumped out from the end of the sea.

In the rays of the rising sun, the last vestige of Emperor Lothar's existence was completely melted like a plume of light melting into the sun.

A great soul has just fallen.