Azeroth’s Death Track

The Qira Temple penetrated nearly 100 meters below the ground, and the palace of the twin emperors looked like the end of the temple, but in fact, if you continue to extend downward, you can find a passage leading to the ground, but it is different from the temple. The other parts are different, this downward channel is full of some kind of cold energy, and the upper part seems to be two worlds.

And those patrolling in this passage are all the highest-ranking insectoid lords of the Qiraji Empire, and there are also some specially modified Anubis Colossi. Bis is taller and taller, and his body is shining with special magic light.

Walking in this dark cave, with the coldness penetrating into the bone marrow and the noisy whispers ringing in the ears, it always feels like walking into hell.

Won't you draw your sword, Tyrion.

Yuna, who was sitting on the shoulder of the great lord, looked at the Qiraji lords rushing towards them in the midst of the noise, those colorful insect priests wearing insect armor of various colors, and Those fierce Qiraji royal guards, driven by a certain will, rushed from all directions to Tyrion Dawnblade standing in the center of the passage.

The great lord stood there very relaxed, and under Yuna's curious gaze, he stretched out his finger, and a faint black flame entwined between him.

Swords are for challenging the strong, boy...

Tyrion responded softly, and then flicked the weak flame forward, and the flame quickly circled in the cold air. In the blink of an eye, the vortex gate wrapped in black mist-like energy was in front of Tyrion. There was a gap between Ang and the rushing insects, and the whistling wind of the spirit world gushed out from the gate. The extreme cold that acted on the soul covered the carapaces of the fastest rushing insects. There was a white frost.

A dark shadow floats out of the gate, its appearance is very similar to a human being, but the dark power covering its body is like a tattered hood and cloak, covering its face In the dark hood, if you look carefully, you can only see two eyes shining with a faint blue halo. Under the tattered cuffs extending from both sides of its body, the exposed arms are skinny, like sticks. Like the claws of some kind of monster.

This strange creature has no legs, and under its body is a swaying tattered garment. Its floating movements in the air are very flexible. Leaving aside the terrifying appearance, this floating movement is unexpectedly unexpected. .. light and agile.

It quickly circled around Tyrion and Yuna, and then stopped in front of the great lord, floating up and down slightly, as if waiting for an order.

The little ghost Yuna stared wide-eyed, looking at the floating creature in front of her eyes, she screamed:

O dementor!

Yes, although the appearance had changed greatly, Yuna still remembered the cold energy emanating from this creature. This was clearly the dementors that plundered souls everywhere in the wilderness of the Realm of Death.

The most terrifying creature in the Realm of the Dead...and probably the only one.

No no no, Yuna.

Tyrion shook his head, he rubbed his chin, looked at his work in front of him, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his blue eyes, he said:

They have a new name, let's call them... Death.

After finishing speaking, the great lord flicked his finger outwards, and the black death suspended in the air suddenly became clear. It let out a strange scream, like a banshee who opened its throat and screamed, it flew in the air lightly. Turned in a circle, and then rushed towards the approaching, screaming, noisy insects at the speed of a bullet.

As the gate of the dark vortex behind it swayed, the second, third, and fourth gods of death rushed out of the gate one after another like carrion crows. In just one second, the tall The air in the cave was filled with nearly a hundred gods of death.

And the fastest Reaper approached the Qiraji royal guards, its hands were clasped, and a black light shone on its fingertips. At the moment it crossed the enemy, a black, swaying energy The scythe flickered away in the waving of the arm of the god of death.

The ferocious weapon passed over the necks of the five bugmen, but it didn't cut their bug armor, and didn't even cause any damage to their bodies. However, the bugmen who were cut by the death sickle seemed to have encountered a sudden attack Just like the death that came, their viciously shining eyes lost their spirit in the next moment, and their bodies that were still charging rolled forward under the effect of inertia, and finally stopped in the wet soil.

On the battlefield where the crowd of souls roared, deadly black lights splashed in all directions, and the vicious attacks of the insects couldn't hurt those light gods of death at all, as if those ghosts holding war scythes had no entity at all.

And Yuna, who was shining with a faint holy light all over her body, jumped down from Tyrion's shoulder. Behind her, the shadow of the holy light stretched, and ran to the fallen bugman, poking those monsters with her magic wand. Insect corpse.

They're all dead!

The little ghost looked back at Tyrion who was walking forward, and she asked curiously:

How did they die? There are no injuries on their bodies.

soul.

Tyrion stretched out his hand and held Yuna's little hand. Two figures, one tall and one short, walked on the battlefield shrouded in screams and screams of fear, just like walking in their own garden.

The great lord explained to the ignorant little Yuna:

Do you still remember the scene when we encountered dementors in the realm of the dead? Those creatures rarely attack physically, and their main offensive method is soul slashing. I strengthened the advantage of these gods of death against soul attacks. When encountering souls When dealing with weaker opponents, such as these bugmen who focus on physical strength, they can easily kill them with one blow.

While speaking, Yuna saw rows of bugmen cut down like wheat being cut in front of them. The strength and ferocity these bugmen were proud of were useless in the ravages of those gods of death who randomly interspersed in the battle formation.

However, in front of the few Qiraji spirit slayers with energy attack methods, the war scythes of the gods of death are not so powerful. These spirit slayers use huge spiritual power to gather invisible sharp blades, which can cut the body of the god of death, but Those severed gods of death did not die, but turned into dark mist and dissipated in the air, absorbed by other gods of death.

The insect-human spirit slayer wanted to continue attacking, but at the next moment, more than 14 gods of death roared from four directions. Under their group attack, the powerful souls of these rare energy users were instantly crushed. Cut into pieces.

Not bad, right?

Tyrion looked at the battlefield ravaged by the gods of death. More than 1,500 high-level bugmen were killed by less than 100 gods of death within 5 minutes. The speed of killing made the high lord very satisfied.

But Yuna was concerned about another thing. She looked at her hands shining with holy light, she turned her head to look at Tyrion, and asked crisply:

I'm also a ghost. Since the god of death can kill souls, then I should be able to do it too, right?

Um...

Tyrion glanced at the holy light blooming on Yuna's body. It was the first time he had seen such a ghost. Therefore, when crossing the battlefield full of insect corpses, he replied with some uncertainty:

Theoretically you can, but... maybe you need more practice, practice... of course, you still lack a good weapon.

Come on, let's go talk to the 'great' Old God.

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After C'Thun lost the Battle of Masters between the ancient gods and the guardians of the titans, he was sealed in a cage specially made by the guardians.

It is used to seal the ancient gods who are equally powerful in spirit and body, so they cannot be simply tied up with chains. In fact, the cages made by the guardians of the titans are very delicate.

In the deepest part of the ground, the guardians used conduits full of Titan energy to form the foundation of the cage. These special energies shining with a blue halo are the embodiment of extreme arcane magic, like a thick city wall, which can hold the ancient God's fallen will is trapped in it, and can cut it off from the outside world.

Old Gods are living beings too, and they need to eat too.

Hundreds of thousands of years of confinement have prevented the ancient gods from accessing the core energy of the world, and unable to corrode the world as a means of eating. They have become very weak. In order to ensure their continuation, the ancient gods had to turn to find some Inferior ingredients.

Soul, the soul of living things.

The energy of the soul cannot satisfy the Old Gods, but it can stop their already weakened strength from weakening.

At this time, in the dark hall of the Sealed Temple of the Ancient God nearly 300 meters underground, on the ancient stone slabs covered with the patterns of the Titans, a disgusting bloody smell that filled the air was constantly churning, nearly ten thousand The corpses of the cult members of the Twilight's Hammer lay all over the ground of this temple. Judging from the degree of distortion of their corpses, before they died, a battle must have erupted among the tens of thousands of cult members. A jaw-dropping brawl.

They use crude weapons, teeth, and fingers to tear apart the corpses of their companions, and in the midst of bloodshed, in the most chaotic and craziest fights, they dedicate everything to their gods in a twisted cult ritual .

And in the middle of this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood is a large ring-shaped pit, the bloody water flowing like a stream flows into the pit along the texture of the god pattern, and the energy like black mud is rolling in the pit , in the dark curtain, a trace of blood flashed from time to time.

It was like a corrupt and weird black worm egg. While greedily devouring blood, the worm egg was still beating rhythmically, as if some evil spirit in the abyss was about to revive in this world.

C'Thun couldn't break free from the Titan's cage by himself, but it could pollute the entire cage with the blood and souls of these ignorant mortals, completely stopping those seals that had been in operation for hundreds of thousands of years.

It was a perfect plan, but it took time to complete, and alas...it has run out of time now.

Boom, Boom, Boom

The clear footsteps came from outside the sealed temple, and they were not heavy, but in the environment where everything was silent at this time, the footsteps seemed so strange, and as the footsteps approached, the black insect eggs in the center of the huge temple It stopped beating, and something inside seemed to be preparing...a surprise attack!

The thinking of the ancient god is chaotic and full of dark wisdom. It knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but the problem is that the ancient god C'Thun himself doesn't know when it provoked this sudden appearance. An opponent with a strong threat.

It doesn't know why Tyrion, the great lord who tore apart the world's rift and appeared in the Qiraji Temple, targeted it... But there is no doubt that when Tyrion appeared, C'Thun felt threatened, This is also the reason why it forcibly controlled these cult members to carry out such cruel cult rituals at this moment.

It must be prepared for the arrival of powerful enemies.

Tyrion's figure appeared at the entrance of the temple. The moment the great lord looked at the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, in the hole in the center of the temple, the dark cocoon burst open, and a strange creature like an octopus Appeared in the tumbling black energy mud and disgusting blood sea, how to describe it?

Its body is like an octopus, but every piece of flesh and blood in its body has constantly turning eyeballs, and each of its tentacles is covered with suckers interlaced with sharp teeth and scales. On the top, there are still purple runes shining, and on the top of the octopus-shaped body, a huge eyeball is staring at Tyrion's body.

This is simply the embodiment of all the nightmares of all living beings, like the extreme embodiment of the world's malice, but the most terrifying thing is not the body, but the soul that exists in the body, the degree of distortion and disgust of the soul , Ten thousand times more exaggerated than this body, in Tyrion's vision, he could see that malicious soul waving his beard in the halo of blood and darkness.

It has no body, but it keeps changing its shape like a sore of flesh and blood. It is like the most terrifying spiritual pollution. Even if you take a look at it, the twisted energy entangled outside the soul is enough to empty the mind of any mortal. San value.

Truly indescribable.

crash

C'Thun's charged blow caused double fluctuations in the soul and reality, and the space lost its meaning at this moment. The incomparably powerful soul power twisted into the sharpest and most destructive spikes, howling and piercing towards the Standing at the entrance of the temple, Tyrion's invisible spiritual power was so huge that it even condensed into a solid body, like a beating light edge, like a spear shining with the light of destruction, piercing the head of the great lord. body and soul.

boom

The distorted light prism whizzed and hit the pale bone sword in Tyrion's hand. The black flame of the great lord poured into the unruly long sword from the hilt. Outside the long sword, a layer of black shield spread He stepped out and firmly blocked Ke'thun's charge attack.

At the moment when the light prism dissipated, the black shield in front of Tyrion's eyes was covered with cracks like spider webs, which represented the horror of this blow, and the bone sword in his hand let out waves of wailing, as if it had been shot It hurts.

The great lord scolded impatiently:

Howling! Shut up!

Bone Sword Apocalypse, who dared to quarrel with Tyrion in a big way before, was aggrieved at this moment like his little daughter-in-law, arguing in an inaudible tone:

It hurts, bastard!

pain?

Tyrion flipped his wrist, and the bone sword wrapped in black flames threw a sword flower in the air. The great lord stared at the body of the ancient god who was starting to charge again, and said softly:

This is your last chance, Apocalypse...

You know, for me now, you are already dispensable...so, behave yourself!