Azeroth’s Death Track

Whispering Harbor and the entire Northern Xinjiang finally ushered in the dawn again.

This is an ordinary and extraordinary dawn, like the cruelest dark time finally ushered in the end, when the warm sun shines on this icy sea, everyone, every thinking life , have not been able to feel the warmth in their hearts. In fact, for the civilians of the human empire, when they look up at the sky, there is no longer a warm and firm shelter for them.

In this dawn they have lost him...they have lost the leader who has led them forward, exhausted all the shelter empires...they are like children who have lost their loving father, in a doomed lonely future Crying, helpless and dazed.

But under the same sunlight, the Dark Blade King who did evil things did not show any expression, no excitement, no joy, no joy, just like his usual hazy image, looking at it with calm and indifferent eyes Looking at everything in the world, thinking about his own conspiracy in the shadows, planning his own tricks.

He seemed to have completed an insignificant thing. Amidst the angry stares and roars that almost pierced his body, he flicked his fingers quite calmly, and then looked at all the people shrouded in the light of dawn again. Life, the cruel scene just now made everyone, including the leaders who came to help, suddenly lose their voices.

Of course, there are some sensible guys among them who seem to have seen some clues, such as the prophet Velen who has been in contact with Tyrion and has been observing all this in the corner. With his ability, he can easily sense Lothar. He was abnormal before he died, but he was as wise as he was, and he would not talk about the bold guess in his heart before the truth was revealed.

This is the wisdom accumulated by the prophets in the flight of 25,000 years...

Are you angry? I can feel it... You are also desperate, like barking wild dogs, using a fierce posture to hide your inner timidity. You are the alliance of the living who represent justice and light, great heroes , You have stepped through the abyss of war, thinking you are as strong as steel, but in the face of the current situation, what else can you do?

Tyrion's teasing voice suddenly became cold and gloomy at this moment. When his voice sounded, a huge death energy surged out from behind him, like a curtain covering the sky and covering the gloomy world. The shadow cast on the ground seems to let the defeated understand that even under the scorching sun, there are places where the light cannot shine.

At this moment, Tyrion is like the real villain in all fairy tales...

Trust me, there is only one thing you can do! That is to turn around... quietly leave, as if nothing happened! Go away, I will fulfill my promise with Lothar and go back to your new home , go back to your kennels and shiver, the next time, when the bell of death rings, it will be your real doomsday...

Tyrion turned around, the torn black cloak behind him gleamed coldly under the sunlight, and after mocking the entire world of life, he threw down his final cruel declaration:

My lords, today, the justice of the world of the living is dead, and its bones are not cold. I killed it with my own hands...

I will give you enough time to let you realize what kind of power you are fighting against. When you kneel in pain and beg for death before my eyes, I will mercifully smash your heads... to The moment I completely snuff out the flames of your fragile civilization, I will allow you to go to hell...

Pray to your fragile faith and pray that I don't appear in every nightmare of yours...

Pathetic losers... go away!

Get out of my country and never come back!

With his cold and cruel will, the Dark Blade King forcibly drew an end to this war. The moment his figure disappeared on the platform of the Dark Temple, the undead army on the ground seemed to have received a new order Same, camp in place.

Saurfang, who succeeded Tyrion as the commander of the battlefield, took a meaningful look at the black floating city floating above his head. The moment he turned around, the death lord let out a sigh of relief as if he was alive.

And Yrel, the death lord who had just returned to the battlefield, waved the war hammer in her hand, and looked at the great knight Fording who was shrouded in anger and despair. The paladin who closed his eyes and waited to die kicked back to his side.

What a disappointment!

Yrel flicked her tail. Amid the clatter of the black metal sheath on her tail, she looked at the big knight in front of her with undisguised malicious eyes. She said:

Just a little bit... I can kill another big knight.

But after all, Yrel executed His Majesty's orders very well. She waved her hand, and the draenei death knights behind her slowly retreated, even giving those paladins who survived the brutal battle They cleared a path to Whispering Harbor.

The high-level knights didn't think there was anything wrong with the Dark Blade King's decision...Even in their view, Emperor Lothar was a respectable opponent, and for such a person's plea before death, any honorable Sensitive fighters are not likely to refuse.

Their Majesty just made a merciful decision. To be honest, facing the continuous undead reinforcements in the rear, the surviving human fighters in front of them couldn't win no matter what they said.

As His Majesty said...

They're just a bunch of miserable losers, that's all.

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Tyrion sat alone on the throne on the quiet platform of the Dark Temple. In front of his eyes, the dim long sword of the Empire, the Destroyer, was suspended in the air. The sword lost its original light at the moment of Lothar's death. The dazzling shape, the long sword at this time is dusty and covered with scratches, and the original peculiar brass-colored key-shaped shape has disappeared.

After losing the sword-bearer, it returned to its original state, like a rotting weapon that had been stored in ashes for thousands of years, without any bright spots.

The artifact is self-deprecating...

The Dark Blade King shook his head, stretched out his hand, and threw the War Destroyer back into his storage ring. Lothar's soul and body had been incinerated after overloading the War Destroyer. He had completely dead, and even the two gods of death in the world of Azeroth can't even try to call him back.

Frankly speaking, this is a real relief for Lothar.

But the dead are dead, and the mission of those who are still alive will continue. When Tyrion closed his eyes and rested his mind, letting the energy of death repair his body wounds, a high elf in black armor walked slowly from the edge of the large platform. out.

This is the Black Knight, the only living person in the military system of the Dark Blade Legion, the blood lord Meera, a friend of the Dawn Blade, who was cruelly implanted with the fragments of the death naaru in his body, and suffered from the two forces of the Holy Light and the Void all the time. The elf paladin, Alex Aznab Flameblade, was tormented by this opposing force.

A pathetic person who lost himself in the pain and only had the will to revenge in his mind, he was also the chief culprit who caused the death of the Blood Mistress and directly triggered the ecological disaster in Quel'Thalas.

Are you here to seek death?

When the black knight walked to the center of the platform, Tyrion's hoarse voice suddenly sounded. The Dark Blade King, who was sitting on the throne decorated with long swords and frost, and the heads of the great demon Archimonde and Kazak, was still standing. He closed his eyes, but the appearance of the black knight did not deceive his senses, and the latter did not even try to hide his whereabouts.

The black knight stood under the throne, and in the green eyes behind the black helmet, he was staring at the Dark Blade King in front of him. The power emerging from the latter made him feel desperate. The revenge may be completed, but...but Lothar is dead, and died in the hands of Tyrion, which completely defeated the black knight who had watched that scene completely.

Now he, perhaps as Tyrion said, came to die.

I'm here to challenge you!

The black knight gritted his teeth, and took off the warhammer from his back with his backhand. In great pain, two completely different forces in his body were entangled in the weapon. He aimed it at Tyrion, and he shouted in a hoarse voice :

Come on! King of the Dark Blade, come and kill me!

Not in the mood... Get lost!

Tyrion didn't open his eyes. He was in a bad mood right now, and he wasn't in the mood to play games with such a weak person. With a wave of his hand, the howling wind hit the black knight's body, knocking him from the original place. The ground flew out, flipped in the air for a few weeks, and landed on the ground behind in embarrassment.

Aznab raised his head, his eyes were full of pain, and driven by the thought of dying, he told all the things he had done.

Your wife, Alleria Windrunner, about your relationship with her, about your secrets, about Salayne, I told Darkan all of this!

swish

Tyrion's eyes opened, and there was no emotion in the ice blue eyes. He opened his hand, and amidst the movement of black light, the heavy Ashbringer appeared in his palm. He stood up and walked down the stairs step by step.

say it again...

Oh, you are angry... right? You also feel the pain of almost losing a loved one...

The black knight got up from the ground, he moved his shoulders, and looked at Tyrion without fear:

I'm sorry, I didn't intend to hurt Alleria, and I didn't intend to involve innocent people, but if I were given another chance, I would still do it... You have caused pain to too many people , my father, mother, they lived in Taquilin, they died on the night when the orcs invaded the enchantment, they are very familiar, right? You killed them!

And Myra... my brother, he was lured into the darkness by you, you turned him into a monster! Just like you turned me into a monster! The only reason I joined the Dark Blade was because I wanted to do it myself End your ugly life...But you are too powerful, so powerful that people are desperate, fate is so unreasonable sometimes, but it doesn't matter, instead of being tortured by hatred and pain, dying at your hands may be my relief ...

relief?

Behind Tyrion, the rapidly spreading frost rolled on the ground of the platform. He looked at the crazy black knight in front of him expressionlessly, and said in a creepy and gentle voice:

Son, I promise you...you'll never find the release you crave! You'll never find a hell that will take you in, you ugly soul!

You made me like this!

The black knight roared excitedly, the frenzied will collided in his mind, causing him to swing the warhammer surrounded by holy light and void in a chaotic manner. Between the bursts of power, the strange warhammer howled He threw it at Tyrion, and was caught firmly by the latter with one hand.

Bang, click, click

In the spread of the icy power of the Dark Blade King, the warhammer forged by the black iron master was quickly covered with frost, and then easily crushed by Tyrion's fingers. The black knight completely lost his mind amidst the shining steel fragments. He clenched his fists tightly, with holy light in one hand and void in the other, and smashed at his opponent like a gladiator, but was easily dodged by Tyrion.

At the moment when the two passed by, the sword shadow brought by the sharp Ashbringer pierced the black knight's body from three directions, and at the moment when Tyrion's figure reappeared, Aznab was already bleeding from the whole body. on the ground.

Ahem... Sure enough... Sure enough... No way...

I don't hate you, poor man.

Behind him, the Dark Blade King held Ashbringer behind his hands, his eyes were emotionless:

Hate and dislike are understandable, and I don't care about your hatred for me, but you shouldn't hurt Aurelia, she is innocent...

I...I'm sorry...

The black knight lay on his back on the icy ground. He spread his arms, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the arrival of death, but at the next moment, a burst of explosion sounded behind the Dark Blade King, making the dying black knight The knight opened his eyes, and he saw the Ayer knight who shouldn't be here. In the blink of an eye, Aznab's figure was thrown into the sky by the grip of death, and then grabbed by a bone griffin.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw the El knight rushing towards Tyrion wielding his heavy sword, and the last voice he left to himself:

You are unique, Aznab, don't let mad vengeance consume your sanity, don't waste your talent...don't let my sacrifice go to waste...

However, the next moment, the Dark Blade King pointed his finger at the sky, and the sudden explosion of death energy completely crushed the bone griffin and the body of the traitor who escaped death...

Cold flesh and blood rained down...

Tyrion held the painful soul in his palm. At the moment when he clasped his five fingers, the soul of the black knight was wrapped in black flames. The burning pain made the soul beat wildly, and the dark blade Wang looked at the high-ranking knight who was pierced by the long sword in front of him and knelt down on the ground. He asked blankly:

You just said... don't waste what?