Azeroth’s Death Track

Whoa, eyes hurt, Tyrion, Yuna's eyes hurt!

In the secret room of Stormwind City, the little ghost lying in the coffin of dead souls covered his eyes and rolled over and over in the mist of black soul power. Beside her, Tyrion looked worriedly at the ghost who was killed by St. Yuna, who was burned by the light, was beside him, and Dornan and Vanessa were also lying on the edge of the dead man's coffin, looking at the crying little ghost.

Tyrion's guess was correct. When looking directly at Adal's holy light, the darkness in front of Yuna was dispelled.

But the problem is that it is obviously the calmest holy light emitted by Adal, but it caused Yuna's eyes to be severely burned. This shows that Yuna's eyes are indeed only covered by darkness, and the light she needs is not A holy light full of positive energy.

Another, another kind of softer glow.

Daddy, is Yuna okay?

Dornan grabbed Tyrion's wrist and looked at his father worriedly. Tyrion stroked his daughter's hair and shook his head:

League of Souls can heal all spirit damage, Yuna will recover soon, don't worry.

But she looks sore.

Vanessa, who had grown into a big girl, gritted her molars and let out a low hissing sound, representing the pain that the little girl seemed to feel.

It should hurt. Yuna's body is full of shadow power assimilated by the shadow world, and the little bit of holy light almost ignites her.

The voice of the soul healer Anara sounded behind everyone. The soul healer appeared in the darkness flapping soft veiled wings. She floated forward, looked at Yuna's injury, and then turned her face to look at Tyrion. :

You are still the monarch who controls the undead... Don't you even have this bit of common sense? A creature full of negative energy should not be in contact with extreme positive energy. You are not helping her, you are destroying her !

Facing the reprimand from the soul healer, Tyrion shook his head, and said in a low voice:

It was my negligence. I thought that with Yuna's uniqueness, she would not be affected by the Holy Light... In short, the good thing is that we have identified Yuna's problem. Now, we have to find the light that can cure her .”

I will not allow you to take her until she is cured.

Annala waved her fingers, covering Yuna's body with blue light feathers. The spell of the soul healer had a strong soothing effect on the spirit body, and soon, Yuna fell into a drowsy sleep.

After the little ghost completely fell asleep, Tyrion looked back at the soul healer with a serious face:

You guys said the dementors were after her, and you told me to hurry up... why stop me now?

Because you have more important things to do!

While adjusting the power of the soul in the coffin of souls, the soul healer said without looking back:

Since Agatha signed the contract with you, I have been paying attention to the abyss of Hell. Just a day ago, there was a change in the abyss. Several shadow Val'kyr left the Storm Fjord and disappeared on the North Sea. What are they going to do, Tyrion, this proves that Hela is not willing to stay silent any longer, it is very likely that she has snatched some of the great demon's soul, and some of her plans have come to the verge of completion.

She's looking for her last ally...and, most likely, against you.

Anara's words made Tyrion's eyes dangerous. He turned to look north, and he whispered:

Northern Sea? Northrend... Hella is trying to win over the Lich King? Hehe, our Queen of Hell is really skilled, and these bad things seem to be coming together.

Fu...

Tyrion exhaled, and when he opened his eyes again, his expression became dangerous:

Very well, let's solve it once.

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Northrend, the extreme north of Azeroth, is a continent close to the North Pole of the world. It is shrouded in storms and snow all year round. It is cold, desolate and dangerous, and it also hides many ancient secrets.

The original continental survey of Northrend was completed by the wizards of Dalaran hundreds of years ago. It was an age of arrogance. The wizards believed that human magic civilization had developed into a powerful period, and there were New magical theories were put forward, and the mages at that time were confident and proud, and they thought they deserved a higher status.

The means to maintain the supremacy is very rough, that is power, the power bestowed by magic.

The mages at that time were also greedy. They conducted dangerous magical experiments, trying to reproduce the magic miracle of the Quel'Thalas elves - the Sunwell, and even summoned dangerous creatures from outside the realm to study the mysteries of life and stars. , In these studies, there is a very important topic, that is, human mages control the source of the magic power of the entire Azeroth.

Forgive the ignorance of the mages. At that time, they obviously didn't understand the secrets hidden behind this world.

In short, in the yearning and pursuit of power, the mages embarked on the road to find the center of the world's magic power. They built powerful mage towers all over the world to monitor the flow of the world's magic power. In the end, they discovered the world's magic power meeting place.

That is impressively in the extreme north of the world...in a mysterious overseas valley southeast of Northrend.

The mages took action impatiently, and a powerful team of mages embarked on a journey. They crossed the icy North Sea, which is insurmountable for ordinary people, and crossed the Dragonbone Wilderness haunted by dragons under the obstruction of the tyrannical Vrykul. Watched by nomadic yak people and ice trolls, they set foot on the isolated island outside the sea, where they challenged the king of magic in Azeroth on the island full of supreme magic.

That is the dragon king of the ancient blue dragon army, the supreme being bestowed with magical power by the titans, the top life of Azeroth... the lonely and crazy magic king Malygos.

The old blue dragon hated this group of insatiable mages, and it used the most direct means to show the mages who is the magic master of Azeroth.

It brutally cut off the connection between those wizards who thought they were powerful and the magic net, and threw those lingering and fearful humans into their dream place, the magic hub of Azeroth, however, only as prisoners.

Since then, the feud between the blue dragon and Dalaran has existed...and continues to this day, but the challenges of those mages who never returned are not meaningless, and their travel notes have been passed back to human society , became the first impression of the Northrend continent in human civilization.

But now, under the guidance of that ancient map, Arthas Menethil set foot on this frozen wasteland. He almost walked along the road that the mages walked in the past. On the edge of the wilderness, the human king looked at the vast snow field in front of him, and he couldn't help wrapping his black fur tightly around his body.

But under the blowing of the coldest storm in Northrend, Arthas still felt the cold penetrated into his bones, not only because of the surrounding environment, but also because of his prediction of his own future.

From the moment he set foot on the trip, he had a vague guess that this would be an adventure that would never come back.

Alsace's blond hair was covered with frost. Behind him, the head of the guards, Falrick and Marwyn, were trekking hard in the snow. Although they were already powerful fighters, but in this extremely harsh environment In the natural environment, their strength was also greatly limited. Just now, on the first day they entered this snow field, a group of ferocious wolverines caught the three of them by surprise in the cold wind.

The savage relatives of these gnolls are the most dangerous hunters in the cold wind and falling snow, relying on their thick fur and fierce personality. Alsace took two loyal subordinates and took more than ten minutes to kill this group of hunting guys. They died in their traps, and as a price, the three lost two horses, and Marvin left two scratch wounds on his wrist and waist.

hum

The holy light in Alsace's hand shone on his subordinate's wound, and the bloody wound was slowly recovering, but in the current situation, low temperature is the enemy of the wounded.

Your Majesty, leave me alone!

The pale Marwyn said to Arthas:

You are only one step away from your final destination. I can't hold you back. Just leave me here and let Farik accompany you to move on. I'll be fine!

Don't talk nonsense! Marvin.

Arthas shook his head stubbornly:

You are not just my bodyguards in my heart. You have been guarding me since I was young. You are more like my relatives. I will not leave you behind! And that voice is telling me that it is ahead... .soon.

Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I'm back!

Farric's deep cry also sounded at this moment. In the howling wind, the tall warrior dragged some branches that had been cut down and simply tied up with ropes,

The dwarves of Khaz Modan often use these sledges to transport goods. Don't worry, poor Marwyn, we'll get there!

Falric and Alsace joined hands and put the injured Marwyn on the sled. Alsace tied a few ropes to his black, majestic horse. He patted the horse's neck, He turned to his guards and said:

Yes! We'll get there, and Invincible will go with us, right, Invincible?

Recovery

The strong war horse answered its master with a series of neighing. In the increasingly large and cold wind and snow, a war horse pulled the sled, and under the protection of two companions, the three of them set off again.

Soon, their figures disappeared in the perennial blizzard in Dragonbone Wilderness, as if they were completely swallowed up by this vast snowfield.

Ten minutes later, in the snowy sky, an undead flying dragon in black armor roared across the sky. The death knight riding on the back of the flying dragon scanned the snow field below with indifferent eyes. The traces left by creatures will be quickly covered up, but for the undead, the smell of death is very familiar.

wow

The death knight drove the flying dragon and fell into the snowstorm below. He stabbed the ground with the halberd in his hand. Soon, a completely frozen corpse of a wolverine was lifted from the snow pit. , the death knight bent down, and sensed the concentration of death energy in the corpse with his fingers. After a while, he threw the corpse in the snow, and then reported in the spiritual connection:

Cold wind commando... come to my location and gather, I found them!

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So, what's your answer?

The mighty Shadow Valkyrie, Vagrian Hilde with black wings on his back, looked indifferently at the strange soul frozen in the ice. Protected by the power of the abyss, she can still feel that this strange soul in front of her is watching her.

With an arrogant, sizing-up look...

After a while, the Lich King's hoarse voice sounded in the hearts of these uninvited shadow Val'kyr, like a tired and lazy old man:

What do you mean...the Queen of Hell's Abyss is very dissatisfied with Tyrion's rebelliousness, but she can't spare the time and energy to deal with him, so she will use me and my subordinates as cannon fodder, Let's fight to the death with Tyrion's Dark Blade Legion...Well, it really sounds like a queen's tone, arrogant and illogical.

But the question is, why should I say yes?

The Lich King's voice became playful, and in the cold ice, a glimmer of light shone:

Why?

You are not alone, Lich King.

Shadow Valkyrie Anhelder replied in a natural tone:

The Queen of Hell has sent her most powerful warriors, that is, us to help you and your legion. After our strength joins, your legion will become stronger in a short time! And it is rude to you question, I will say...after you have punished the foolish and arrogant King Tyrion of the Darkblade for the Queen, the Queen will be merciful to give you what you most desire.

Anhelde, the leader of the Shadow Valkyrie rubbed her fingers on the spear for a moment, and while the Lich King waited silently, she revealed Hela's trump card.

The merciful queen will grant you the...freedom you've been asking for!

free?

The Lich King's voice became deeper, and he let out a series of hoarse laughter. In this laughter, around the black tower, the snowflakes fluttering in the endless cold night sky became crazier, like A supreme being vented his emotions, and finally the Lich King replied in his trademark hollow voice:

It's really a nostalgic and longing word...a vivid world, a fresh touch...

Freedom, what a beautiful thing...Since the benevolent Queen Hela thinks she can give me the unattainable freedom, then why should I refuse?

Come on, then, and let's fight Tyrion....