Azeroth’s Death Track

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A sound similar to thunder and lightning resounded in the last super-large teleportation array in the distant world of Argus. Accompanied by the surge of energy inside the magic array, the surface of the vortex-shaped green portal swayed like water waves, moving between space and space. In the criss-crossing, the figure of the dreaded demon king Tichondrius once again appeared in this heavily guarded teleportation formation.

There was a look of tiredness in its eyes...

From Azeroth all the way back to Argus, there are 39 teleportation nodes controlled by the Legion, spanning more than 17 galaxies. This journey, even if calculated by the coordinates between the stars, is difficult to use. The long journey described by language is the distance that can be measured by extraordinary people's civilization.

But just the weight of civilization represented by this trip is enough to make any planetary civilization feel desperate, no, no, no, those low-level civilizations that can only look up at the stars on the earth cannot even understand this despair.

For if they understood what this journey of the Dreadlord Tichondrius meant, they would no longer try to resist the power of the Legion, and surrender immediately, giving up the world they live in and the home they love. , is the best choice they can and should make.

But the struggle between low-level civilizations and high-level civilizations can burst out the flames that interest observers, and only in this kind of war between ants and giants can a real miracle break out, and behind a real legendary story , are all supported by countless such near-impossible miracles.

Hey, my dear Hasabel, your new hairstyle is really pretty.

Tichondrius moved the wings carrying fel energy on his back, and it approached the holding halberd, staying in the center of the portal, guarding the guardians of the portal system from several galaxies behind him with a calm and indifferent attitude.

Lady Hasabel, a high-ranking demon raised by the eredar, has beautiful, darkly jeweled hooves, a seductive little tail, and the eredar's signature, curvaceous figure, of course. Finally, there are those big and charming eyes, and the horns on the top of the head that are polished to a shine.

The Dread Demon King habitually placed his fingers on Ms. Hasabel's slender waist, and the latter glanced at him with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth:

If you don't get your dirty hands off, soon you won't be using it.

Come on, my little cutie...

With a flick of Tichondrius' finger, a perfect black soul stone fell into Ms. Hasabel's palm, just like all women who have seen jewels, the portal guardian of Argus put the soul stone in front of her eyes Looking at it, the finger of the Dread Demon King patted the eredar demon's buttocks frivolously, and then gave her an ambiguous look.

Let's have a drink tonight, cutie.

Faced with this frivolous invitation, the guardian of the portal snorted. She stretched out her hand to tear open the space, threw the perfect soul gem into the space bag where she stored things, then flicked her tail, like a whip, pulled the portal Chedeos opened his dishonest hand.

For the sake of a pretty good gift, I'll give you 10 seconds. What do you need my help for?

readily!

The Nathrezim Dreadlord looked around, then approached the portal guardian with an ambiguous gesture, and said something in her ear wearing the purple jewel. The next moment, the high-level eredar demon lord ha Sabel's big eyes narrowed.

She thought for ten seconds, then pushed away the dreaded demon king beside her, folded her arms, and said playfully:

Not enough! This thing is too risky. You are asking me to betray the fraudster. Do you know how much risk I have to take? Do you think that a soul diamond can buy me? I am the most loyal guard of the fraudster!

Although she was speaking high-sounding words, there was an inexplicable light shining in the eyes of the guardian of the portal. Her fingers rubbed together, which was obviously a gesture common to all stars.

The implication is simple...mark up! Otherwise I won't help!

Tichondrius secretly cursed that a woman is an insatiable fool, but it had to make sacrifices. The task assigned to it by Kassanatil was too important, and the passage to the temple leading to the Dark Titan was in front of him. This woman has it in her hands, so now is not the time to be stingy.

swish

for you!

Something was thrown to Ms. Hasabel, who took it in her hand and found that it was a piece of something similar to a weapon fragment. It looked like the wreckage of a heavy sword, but just by touching it, you could feel the authenticity of it. The power that comes, although weak, is absolutely extraordinary.

This is?

Hasabel looked up at Tichondrius, who rolled his eyes, lowered his voice, and explained:

This is the fragment of the Dragon King's war blade. The great demon Kazak has been trying to collect these things before he died in battle. His most loyal subordinate, the demon king Kurul, is still chasing all the fragments in Azeroth. Don't It seems that it only comes from a small world, but the raw materials for casting it are all contaminated with the original power from the titans, and mortals call them legendary weapons. In our opinion, it is certainly not legendary, but it is better than what you are using now. This shit is much better.

The guardian of the portal put the golden fragment in her hand and looked at it. In the halo of the sharp blade fragment, she saw her own eyes. She blew on the thing and put it next to her ear. She clearly Hearing the echo from the fragment, it was the echo of power.

Although this eredar woman was promoted to a demon, the desire for power and power in her heart not only did not become weak, but became stronger amidst the surge of evil energy. A trace of greed flashed in her eyes, and between flipping her fingers , the golden fragment disappeared, she flicked her tail, looked at the dreadlord in front of her, and after a while, she hooked her fingers.

You only have 10 minutes...and don't expect me to help you swindle a fraudster, so just hope you're lucky enough, and the guardian of the temple, that guy doesn't know anyone, even I can't get too close it.

enough!

A trace of relief flashed in Tichondrius's eyes. Before his eyes, Ms. Hasabel inserted her halberd into the special crack of the platform. After it was fully fitted, she turned the weapon over, which was similar to the sound of a mechanical collision. Echoing in this hall, in the flash of green evil energy, an oval energy gate opened in front of the eyes of the two.

Go, remember to go straight all the way, be careful, don't disturb those lunatic-like wrecking witches!

Hasabel showed a weird smile to Tichondrius, she stuck out her tongue, licked her purple lips, and said maliciously:

I heard that the group of witches of destruction seems to be very interested in the deceitful instinct of your dreadlords...!

Tichondrius originally wanted to throw down a few words to show his demeanor, but thinking of the piercing echoes of screams he heard in the depths of the Burning Throne, he couldn't help shivering , and then quickly rushed into the oval portal that opened in front of him.

Hmph, a rich fool!

Seeing the figure of Tichondrius disappear into the portal, Ms. Hasabel flicked her tail in a happy mood, pulled out her weapon, which is the key to open the portal, from the crack, she said to herself explain:

Got to figure out a way to get all the good stuff out of it...

But before the lady finished speaking, a scorching paw, similar to a human palm, decorated with a golden ring of fire, silently pressed on her shoulder, causing Hasabel to subconsciously Turning around, he saw the... fraudster standing there like a shadow behind him.

The red tentacles on Kil'jaeden's chin were beating. This big demon with a terrifying face and a body like a flame was standing in the shadows. It was moving the huge dark red wings behind it. He stared at the trembling eredar demon lord in front of him with cat-and-mouse eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of the Deceiver, the guardian of the portal was full of fear, half-kneeling on the ground tremblingly, she had served the Deceiver since the eredar had not yet fallen, and she knew the character of this master very well, So, she thought she was dead.

However, the fraudster did not hurt the killer. On the contrary, he stretched out his fingers, lifted Hasabel's chin, and raised the head of the eredar demon lord. He leaned down, next to Hasabel's ear, With a voice like a lover's, he asked softly:

Come on, tell me...that Kasanatyr's dog leg, what did he say to you.

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On the other side, on the road to the Burning Temple, Tichondrius hurried forward, unaware that his whereabouts had fallen into the eyes of the fraudster.

It walked fearfully in this magnificent palace like the legendary Pantheon. The Dread Demon King was nearly 5 meters tall, and he was already an out-and-out giant for human beings. However, it walked in this palace , but like a little mouse that has entered a giant country, it can be seen that the palace is huge.

This palace is not like the dark and exaggerated style of the Burning Legion buildings, but it has a restrained temperament, and every part of the palace is covered with gold leaf, and those weird sculptures are decorated with priceless gems. It is a plank road like glass, and under the plank road, there is a tumbling scorching flame, which is the flame from the center of Argus, constantly switching between dark green and red red.

The light that symbolized destruction illuminated the temple, shrouding it in a dark red light.

But the further you go, the slower the footsteps of Tichondrius... It is the high-ranking demon of the Burning Legion, but it also has something to fear, especially in the Legion stronghold of Argus, where it symbolizes the endless force of the Legion At the very top of the Burning Throne, in the sanctuary where you can communicate with the Dark Titan, it is said that there exists a most fearsome guardian.

Few people have seen the true face of this guardian. According to the rumors of the legion demon, although it belongs to the legion, it hates demons extremely. Any demon who dares to step into the temple without being summoned, no matter how powerful it is, will It was easily beheaded by it with a huge sword like a burning flaming sky, and there was no possibility of even returning the soul to the Twisting Nether.

It is said, just said, that is the most trusted lieutenant of the Dark Titan. Kil'jaeden the Deceiver and Archimonde the Polluter are not the Dark Titan's henchmen at all. They and the endless demons of the Burning Legion, in the eyes of the Dark Titan, are all Just dispensable cannon fodder and victims, meaningless dross.

Hehe, it's fake...

Tichondrius stood on the steps of the highest sanctuary, with sweat dripping from his forehead, he didn't know whether he should step on the steps, thinking back to those ridiculous and terrifying rumors in his heart, as the best at weaving The lying Nathrezim demon, Tichondrius must know the groundless truth. If such rumors can spread, it means that there must be some clues in the temple.

But it has come here, which means that it has no turning back.

At this moment, the lord of the dreaded demon swayed in his heart like a mortal full of fear. He pumped himself up, then gritted his teeth, and stepped on the first step that was shining with fire.

Fine, no response...I knew it.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no vision, which made Tichondrius feel relieved. He walked up the stairs quickly. In front of him was a large platform suspended among the stars. There was nothing on it. things.

However, the moment Tichondrius stepped onto the platform, a tall figure, a black shadow nearly 30 meters high, stepped out in a burst of flames. The aura captured the demon lord in front of him in an instant. It was a scorching aura like the eruption of Doomsday Volcano, and even demons with extremely high flame resistance could not bear it.

Tichondrius suddenly let out a scream like a woman, and it tried to escape, but the heavy aura pressed on it like a mountain, making it unable to move.

It could only watch helplessly as the black shadow raised his hands. The moment his hands were closed, a huge war sword that seemed to be quenched in magma appeared above the black shadow's head and was held in his hand. It was a strange sword. The broken sword broke at one-third of the blade, but what extended from the blade was composed of strange flames, burning the blade as if it were real.

Just staring at the battle sword, the Dread Demon King felt his heart flutter, and the next moment, the battle sword roared and slashed down, with nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, this sword locked Tichondrius to dodge A cold feeling emerged in its heart, no matter where it fled, this sword would slash at it, shattering its soul.

ah!

At the moment of death, Tichondrius screamed and threw the things he hid in the space out, then hugged his head, curled up on the ground, his spread wings trembled, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered Same.

But the next moment, a sudden skyrocketing blue light appeared in front of the Dreadlord, causing Tichondrius to open his eyes. He looked up, and the burning, huge battle sword like a hill stopped in the distance. Less than 3 meters away from itself, the scorching sensation made it feel as if it was thrown into the doomsday volcano naked, but it didn't dare to utter a single moan.

In the air before its eyes, the stone Hammer of Khazgoros floated up and down in the scorching air, as if it were held by invisible hands.

interesting...

A deep voice sounded on the platform. Upon hearing that voice, the Dreadlord lay flat on the ground. He didn't dare to raise his head again. He knew... The Dark Titan was alarmed, and the gods served by the Burning Legion came up.

And today, it was tough...surviving.