Azeroth’s Death Track

Frostmourne, the magic blade forged by the ancient ancestors of the nathrezim, the most cunning race of demon kings in the stars.

There are rumors that it has the same source as Apocalypse, and the demon kings of the ancient stars united to infuse brute force and plague into Apocalypse, and then injected evil wisdom and endless cunning into Frostmourne.

In the chaotic and disordered stars, these two magic blades created civilization extinction and terrible massacres one after another in the kingdom of twisting void. In a certain era, the exiles in the stars Word of mouth is the horror story of these two most evil soldiers, but after the order of the stars was established, these two long swords that brought endless terror, together with their villainous masters, were sealed in the In the cage.

But endless time bred bad stories one after another. In the evolution of these stories, the once terrifying thing once again showed its power in another civilization.

The apocalypse finally belongs to Tyrion. Dawnblade, the ruler of this Darkblade used this weapon to forge his own undead civilization.

And Frostmourne was given to the exiled dark souls by the great devil Kil'jaeden the Trickster. The Trickster saw the potential of the undead in Tyrion. The vanguard army, that is, the extremely powerful undead natural disaster.

The fraudster had hoped that the Scourge of the Undead would shine brightly in the invasion of the great demon Archimonde, but unfortunately, because Tyrion was in the way, it directly led to a tragic ending before Archimonde's journey began. The posture was completely over, but anyway, the Scourge of the Undead survived, and in name, it was still loyal to the Burning Legion at this time.

Uh, it's a bit far, let's go back to the topic of Frostmourne.

As a legendary weapon, Frostmourne has a gorgeous shape that perfectly matches its own identity. The dark wisdom and special aesthetics of the Nathrezim are perfectly interpreted in the shape of this sword.

In essence, it is a two-handed sword, but compared with Apocalypse or Destroyer, it has a weird thinness. The widest part of the blade is 5 fingers wide, and the narrowest point is only 3 fingers away. Its blade is not smooth, but is made into a single-sided arc, which makes the blade cut longer and has more terrifying destructive power.

On the other end of the blade, there is a half-edged blade and a jagged blade, which makes this sword have a special brutal beauty in addition to its weird beauty.

The hilt of the magic blade is dotted with a goat skull pendant, between the skulls of the devil, in the black eye sockets, there are ice blue light spots shining, and on both sides of the hilt, there are miniature demons The skull, with a serpentine pattern wrapped around the hilt, has been made with a special frosted handle that can effectively imitate the sliding of the sword holder's fingers.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the inscription on both sides of the blade of this long sword carved out of dark blue ice... That is the inscription of the ancient Nathrezim, but it is very similar to the style of the necromancer rune , it will provide the sword with more special abilities, and these runes also have their special meanings.

That's two sentences...

This sword sheds blood to show its sharpness.

This sword eats souls to show its power.

These are two evil words. Although Tyrion is the only one who can understand these two sentences, the others don't need to understand them, because the existence of Frostmourne has nothing to do with light and justice. From the appearance of this sword to the power it dissipates, it is clearly telling every life that sees it.

This is an evil blade!

A weapon that belongs only to darkness, a weapon that can only bring disaster and despair.

How desperate do you have to be... Alsace, to want to wield such a weapon to protect yourself?

Between the Cold Wind Cave, the moment Tyrion walked out of the darkness, everyone pulled out their weapons and aimed their swords at the Dark Blade King who came alone. Of course, they didn't know that the Dark Blade was gone. The king is gone, those who pursue great careers and lofty promotions do not need a king!

Facing this kind of undisguised hostility, Tyrion didn't care, he was used to appearing in this kind of hostile environment, he strolled close to the suspended magic sword, the moment Tyrion appeared, Alsace's seemingly bewitched mind also appeared temporarily sober. He glanced at Tyrion and then at the long sword in front of him. He took a step forward and stretched out his hand towards the buzzing Frostmourne. .

Snapped

Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Alsace, but he did not attack the young king with the Ashbringer, instead, the raised hand, with gauntleted fingers , slammed it fiercely on the young king's cheek.

It was a heavy slap in the face, so powerful that it even sent Alsace flying backwards. Of course, this slap also completely interrupted Alsace's attempt to touch Frostmourne.

Only by becoming a more terrifying demon can you defeat the demon?

Tyrion shook his head, he looked at Alsace who staggered up, and asked in a low voice:

It's really the crazy talk of a fool!

Who told you this ridiculous theory? Arthas Menethil, tell me, have you lost your ability to judge?

Protect Your Majesty!

Marwyn and Farric saw that Arthas was repelled, they roared and rushed towards Tyrion with swords left and right. The angry warriors stepped on the snow, and the flying snowflakes floated behind them , The momentum is amazing.

Bang, bang

The heavy Ashbringer was as light as nothing in Tyrion's hands, and the black blade was beating, hitting the blades of Marwyn and Farric precisely, like swatting flies, the shadowy shadows The blade of the sword moved back and forth like an illusion in the cold wind, and for a while the entire cold wind cave echoed with the scalp-numbing shadows of swords, lights and swords.

Two balls of blood erupted on the body of the repelled head guard, their armor was cut by the energy blade, but Tyrion did not kill him, for these human warriors who were far weaker than him, the high lord did not would easily take their lives.

Because the courage to charge bravely in the face of a strong enemy is really amazing.

hum

The dark red death energy sprang out from under the cold and solid ground like ghost claws, entwined tightly around the bodies of Maveen and Farik, strangled them by the throat, lifted them into the air, and let them The two struggled frantically, but the ghost claw of the shadow remained motionless.

They couldn't even make a sound, and could only slowly fall into a faint in the pain of being gradually suffocated.

Let them go!

Arthas held his warhammer, and rushed straight towards Tyrion, who was like a big villain, amidst the shining light. The young king's cheeks were covered with frozen blue-purple scars. Tyrion's slap hit The ruthlessness made Alsace still a little dazed.

boom

The Great Lord Dark Blade took a step back calmly, watching the warhammer wrapped in scorching holy light rub against his armor and hit the snow under his feet. Light, pinned precisely on Alsace's chin.

The intense holy light turned into tiny lightning bolts, wandering around Alsace's body, and even tried to penetrate between the wrists of the Lord Darkblade, but Tyrion didn't care, and he roughly touched Alsace's face Caught in front of his eyes, his pair of ice blue eyes carefully inspected Alsace's pair of ocean-like blue eyes.

There was anger and resentment shining in those eyes, but Tyrion could still see that in the depths of those eyes, in Alsace's pupils, there was still a faint trace of bewilderment and apathy.

Well, the mind-inducing medium is still affecting you.

Tyrion said softly:

You're still not fully awake...

What are you talking about! You...

boom

Just as Alsace's roar sounded, another cold slap hit his cheek. This time, the power of the great lord's black soul slightly seeped into the young king's body. Although the power was cold, it was not Conflicting with the holy light, while the cold touch wandered, the daze in the depths of Alsace's eyes was quickly driven away.

He was lying on the ground, curled up in pain, coughing hard, a smear of blood flowed down his cheek, but under the influence of Sen Leng's power, his recently slightly chaotic thinking suddenly woke up for a moment stand up.

The pain in the body, the humiliation in the heart, and the clarity of mind, these three forces are intertwined, making Alsace's state very bad at this time, he subconsciously shook his head, trying to dispel the last trace of doubt in his heart .

And the most terrible thing is, after that kind of thinking inducement was expelled, Alsace himself didn't know whether he was sober in his current state, or whether he was still being influenced by another force.

Just when he was at a loss, a pair of black combat boots wrapped in icy mist appeared in front of his eyes, together with the voice that Alsace hated.

As far as I know, neither the spiritual induction of Nathrezim nor the soul summoning of the Lich King is mandatory. It is just an introduction hidden in your soul. Therefore, no matter who is Trying to lure you here means that you also have the idea of ​​​​coming here in your heart...Stop talking about turning into a demon or other ridiculous nonsense.

Tyrion squatted down, looked at Alsace who was struggling to get up, and asked softly:

Why? Why did you sacrifice yourself to get this sword? You believe in the Holy Light, and what made you not pray to the Holy Light when you were in despair, but to pursue this evil magic weapon instead?

Ahem... kill as much as you want, how can there be so much nonsense!

The young king gritted his teeth and spit out these words, but the next moment, Tyrion laughed, his laughter was hoarse, without any joy in it, it seemed that he was just laughing for the sake of laughing:

If you don't answer me, I'll find another person to ask you. I think, you are so embarrassed, you shouldn't want to see him in this scene, right?

Arthas was silent. He knew who Tyrion was talking about, and he also knew that he couldn't hide everything about himself from that person. After a few minutes of confrontation, the young king lowered his head. The ice in the snow is like a crystal smooth mirror, in which he can see himself in a state of embarrassment, the frostbite on his cheeks, and his own eyes, the dazed look in those sea-blue eyes. .

And after the quiet spiritual guidance in his heart was forcibly destroyed, and after Alsace was fully awake, he was wise enough to see clearly what kind of dangerous situation he was in. In the end, he decided to answer this question, come Buy yourself more recovery time.

I... I'm just evading, evading my responsibilities, and putting all my hopes on a weapon that can turn everything around. I'm a coward. I can only watch my father die in front of my eyes but I can't do anything. Watching the people being threatened by the barbarians, but only sending the soldiers to the battlefield...

Alsace's fingers clenched in the snow, grasping the icy snowflakes, and he closed his eyes, as if roaring.

I just want...I just want to be another you, with the power to reverse everything and protect everything! I just want to...

No

Tyrion stood up and took a few steps back. He looked at Frostmourne floating beside him. He shook his head and clenched the Ashbringer in his hands. Under the flash of dark power, Lord Darkblade really entered In front of his eyes, Alsace also staggered up from the ground, then wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and gripped his warhammer tightly again.

The Lord Darkblade's eyes were calm and cold. He looked at the young king and said:

You can't be me... I gave you enough time, but this transformation is not what I want to see, I don't want my opponents to be a bunch of cowards who just run away... You have to become better than me Even better, if you can't do it...then you can only die here humblely, like nobody.

Fate sent you here, Arthas Menethil.

Tyrion swung his sword. Between the beating and reset of the blade of the shadow, he held the sword with both hands and pointed the blade at the young king in front of him:

Grade your weapons... in your fate full of despair and darkness, fight your way!

Like a real fighter.

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