Azeroth’s Death Track

The huge wind and snow in the Keel Wilderness shows no signs of weakening. Amidst the icy haze and the lingering power of huge and shocking death, the goose-feathered snow in this area is flying wantonly, as if it wants to bury everything on the entire land.

The team that rescued King Alsace had already lost one-third of the battle. Facing an enemy powerful enough to shake the world, such a loss was inevitable. It seems that he never thought that he could go back alive. Although in the eyes of the free men, the loyalty of the feudal era is somewhat ignorant and unreasonable, but in the thinking of these warriors, the loyalty of risking everything for the king is the most important thing as a knight. The perfect home.

And their sacrifices were not meaningless.

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The blade of the Holy Light, which was compressed to the extreme, disappeared in a flash, like a sharp long sword that was unsheathed and retracted, even leaving a golden phantom in the eyes of the surrounding people.

While the scorching air roared, icy blood was sprinkled in the air of the Dragonbone Wilderness. The Lord of the Dark Blade looked at his left arm covering his chest. The body was chopped off by the sharp holy light, leaving only a burnt stubble where the original palm was.

The entire fist was severed at the wrist, fully demonstrating the power of Alsace's decisive blow just now, and although the severed flesh and blood have begun to heal rapidly, this cannot conceal the fact that...

Ah, are the fangs of young people these days already sharp?

Tyrion let out a deep sigh of emotion. He lowered his head, and the left hand with the simple ring was falling at Alsace's feet. The moment the severed palm fell on the snow, his fingers twitched nervously. .

It seems that I underestimated you.

The Lord of the Dark Blade had the Ashbringer in one hand whistling out a sword shadow. Amidst Tyrion's smirk, the long sword he swung was no longer merciless, and Jaina, who was supporting Alsace, swung his staff. A thick layer of ice was suspended in front of her, Arthas and Vol'jin, the young troll passed by the god of death, there was still a hint of panic in his eyes, but at this desperate moment, he still did not stop his movement Voodoo War Dance.

And behind the three of them, all the warriors, covered with strange golden-red voodoo, rushed towards the Dark Blade Lord from behind in a group charging posture.

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The ruthless and icy Ashbringer suddenly slashed down. The thick ice cap condensed by the archmage's magic power only resisted for less than a third of a second, and was completely shattered under the bombardment of the howling black sword shadow. Alsace Gritting his teeth, he turned around and held Jaina in his arms. The next second, the sharp blade fell on his back. Under the protection of the golden red voodoo, the blade failed to hurt him, but the long sword Carrying a huge force between collisions, the two desperate couples hugging each other and Wojin behind them were smashed into the air.

The moment the three of them flew out, the voodoo circle that had lost its host stopped running while being infected by the death power. As the golden-red light feathers scattered, Tyrion let out a scalp-numbing laugh. His figure was moving forward in the ice and snow, like a black lightning bolt, holding a battle sword in his hand, and he couldn't wait for a while. , appeared in front of the three people who fell on the ground.

Die! The living!

The dark sword shadow flying all over the sky behind Tyrion whizzed and stabbed at the three people in front of him, while Jaina pursed her lips. At the moment when the blade whizzed, she grabbed Arthas with one hand and Wolverine with the other. Jin, in the confinement of the heavy energy lingering around Tyrion, burst out the magic power of his whole body in a desperate posture, and opened a gap abruptly.

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The flash technique that danced in the blue light curtain brought the three people out of the hell where they were chopped into pieces, and the moment the three people appeared on the edge of the battlefield, the archmage Modera who had been observing the battlefield suddenly crushed He picked up the space positioning rune stone that exudes purple light in his hand.

Aww

A resounding dragon roar also sounded in the sky, and the huge body of Krasus, the red dragon archmage who was once a member of the Council of Six and Modera's personal friend, descended suddenly as if breaking through the space. Above the battlefield, the eyes of this mighty consort of the queen shone with blazing hatred. The moment it appeared, it swung its claws and forcibly tore off the two bone wings of the undead bone dragon running rampant in the sky. .

And the next second, the huge red dragon opened its mouth, and in its bloody mouth, the extremely compressed dragon fire slammed down fiercely towards Tyrion's position below.

Like a pillar of fire piercing the sky, everything on the ground, everything in the air, together with the snowflakes flying in the air... were all ignited in an instant.

In the blazing air where the flames danced, in Alsace's sight, Tyrion's figure turned into a black mist, and slowly dissipated in the flames. When he disappeared, a voice that only two people could hear , also sounded in Alsace's ears.

You guys played well in this battle... especially you, Arthas Menethil.

But the warm-up match is coming to an end, see you later, young king.

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Everyone stood in front of the ignited glacier in a daze. The coldness in the surrounding air was dissipated by the scorching flames, and the warm touch made everyone who survived feel like a dream.

They stood in place silently, watching the awakened undead burning in the hell of dragon fire, while some soldiers silently collected the corpses of their companions. These warriors died in the holy battle against evil. The remains will be sent back to Kalimdor, and after the priests have purified them, they will be incinerated and placed in the tomb of the Church of the Holy Light.

In the eyes of the believers, such an ending means that the heroic spirits of the warriors have returned to the embrace of the Holy Light.

The attachment and flammability of the fire of life of the red dragon is extremely terrifying. Before all flammable materials are burned, the dragon fire is not so easy to dissipate.

He, was he burned to death?

Vol'jin, with a face full of black and gray, hangs his arms and leans on his curved blade in the other hand, standing beside Thrall, receiving treatment from the orc shaman. If Arthas hadn't fit him and Jaina behind him, the sharp Ashbringer would have chopped off his head.

This was the first time that the young Vol'jin saw the power of the Dark Blade. He stammered and asked:

The dragon killed him, didn't it?

No one answered Vol'jin, and anyone who had dealt with Tyrion knew that the Highlord was not that easy to deal with, and now, after a desperate fight to the death, no one was interested in saying much.

It's not that simple...

A gentle voice sounded behind the crowd. Archmage Modera turned her head and saw Krasus wearing a red robe and a magic long sword. The red dragon appeared behind the crowd in the form of a high elf. Behind him, there are several special members, one of whom is the Countess of Prestor who left midway.

Old friend, long time no see.

Modera stepped forward and hugged the handsome Krasus, while the red dragon mage smiled at his human friend, then turned to look at the others, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his yellow snake pupils.

You... humans, no matter what your reasons are, this adventure is too reckless... If Onyxia hadn't rushed to Wyrmrest Temple to ask for help, relying solely on Modera's communication spell, you It is difficult to get help from the dragons, and some of my people... are not as friendly as I am.

This reprimand made the faces of the surviving people darker, and the innocent young tauren Bain looked at the young dragon flying in the sky curiously, while flicking his tail, he said optimistically:

But it turned out well... everything was fine, we beat him, right? It was a win, my friends.

No, tauren.

Krasus looked at Bain, and his eyes stayed on the black heavy gun on Bain's back for a moment, then shook his head, and said with the indifference and reserve that a giant dragon should have:

We didn't defeat him. To be precise, my dragon fire didn't even hurt him. He left by himself. I don't know why, but if you think this is the true identity of Tyrion Dawnblade. strength, then you are wrong.

This dragon friend is right.

Grand Vindicator Maraad sat cross-legged on the ground, healed his wounds with Holy Light, and said to the others:

I saw the battle between Tyrion and Emperor Lothar with my own eyes in the northern border. If he used that kind of power beyond the ordinary from the beginning today, we would not be able to support the dragon to help him. His fighting posture today is like It's like playing a game with us.

He left this!

Pale-faced Jaina froze Tyrion's severed left hand with ice, and suspended it in front of everyone's eyes with a magic hand. In the eyes of everyone, the flesh and blood of the severed fist quickly changed It turned gray, as if it had been weathered by time. In just a few minutes, the flesh and blood of the fist dissipated strangely, leaving only the bones, and even the bones disappeared completely after tens of seconds.

In the end, only a simple ring remained in the ice. On the surface of the ring, there was a dim and ominous light.

This is a space ring.

Archmage Modera put on a special monocle, studied it carefully for a few minutes, and said to the others:

The space inscription is in an active state, that is to say, there are some things in this ring, things that can be carried by Tyrion himself, maybe... worth studying.

It's dangerous, ma'am, and there's no telling what that madman might leave in the ring.

The Grand Vindicator was the first to express his objection, and the others also had sympathy. Tyrion's tyrannical strength left a deep impression on everyone.

Then follow us to Dragon Rest Temple first.

Seeing that the conversation was deadlocked, the red dragon mage Krasus coughed lightly and said to the others:

The Queen has heard about the battle between you and Tyrion. She is very interested in you. She wants to meet you, everyone. This is a rare honor. Besides, there are many dragons who are proficient in space magic in the temple. They may help You, in absolute safety, unlock the secrets inside this ring.

As he spoke, Krasus glanced at Alsace and his two loyal attendants, who were guarded by the soldiers, who were nearly unconscious:

Your members also need help, just take a break here.

What about you? Deconstructor, do you want to come with us?

Archmage Modera turned his head to look at the Nerubian Priest standing silently on the edge. After fighting against a strong enemy together, Nerubian Priest Skris gained the initial trust of everyone. Facing this invitation, the heavily injured priest Shaking his head, his strange voice sounded in everyone's mind:

I need to go back to the darkness underground to recuperate. The soul power of the undead is too great, and my spirit core has received a terrible impact. This is the most serious injury I have suffered in thousands of years... In addition, the spider The relationship between demons and dragons is not very friendly. In the past thousands of years, hundreds of dragons have become the food of our former kings, generals and lords...so please allow me to decline this invitation.

What about the alliance?

Give me a map of your territory, and when the time is right, I will bring my people to visit you... Now, the time has not yet come.

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You are hurt?

In the northwest of the Northrend continent, in the barren land that is shrouded in extremely cold blizzards and full of wandering undead all year round, on the large glacier that has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, the figure of Vagri Agatha is seen through The barrier between the two worlds appeared behind Tyrion. The Valkyrie looked at Tyrion's recovered left hand and asked in a low voice:

In this continent, who can hurt you? Did you go to the storm cliff to provoke those guardians?

Tyrion put his clean and clean fingers in front of his eyes, moved them a few times, and then shook his head:

No...it's just a game.

And since it's a game, there must be rewards, right?