Azeroth’s Death Track

The world of Argus used to be a world with a highly developed civilization, and this is the hometown of the Draenei. Of course, in this world, the Draenei call themselves Eredar, and this is the main civilization of the Argus world.

As for the draenei, Eredar means star fugitive, which is not a commendatory word.

The former Argus world was a thousand times more prosperous than Azeroth. When the Eredar civilization developed to the limit, they had already invented spaceships that could travel to the galaxy. This is an interstellar civilization. However, even such a powerful civilization, still kneeling before the eyes of the dark titan Sargeras.

The Dark Titan defeated this civilization with the two weapons of greed and strength. After Velen, who was the only one who was unwilling to help the evil, took some compatriots to escape from the world of Argus, almost all Eredars accepted the power of the Dark Titan. It tore their bodies apart, making them stronger, uglier, more sinister, and more vicious.

And the world of the Eredars was completely torn apart by the evil energy erupting from the core. There were only three intact continents left on the once prosperous planet, and the other continents were already destroyed by the evil energy. The surging sea was completely submerged.

At this time, on the surviving land of Krokuun, the Trickster was leading Tichondrius to walk on a barren land. something special.

Don't be afraid, Tichondrius, although you are working with Kassanatier now, I know that you are forced.

The Trickster said to the Dreadlord behind him in a friendly face:

I don't resent you for betraying me. After all, compared with that cunning guy, you are still too immature, Kasanatier, that guy was once able to fight against me and Archimonde, you were defeated by him , is almost an inevitable result, the only thing I neglected is that, like everyone else, I thought that bastard was already dead.

Yes Yes.

Tichondrius said in agreement:

It's really treacherous. Without me noticing, it wooed the other members of the Dread Council and emptied me...and damn Ner'zhul.

A trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Dread Demon King:

When I needed help the most, that damned orc just sat by and watched.

Well...it's all over.

The fraudster ignored Tichondrius's little report. It rolled its cunning eyeballs and asked again:

Speaking of Ner'zhul, do you think that orc is still loyal to the Legion? I heard that after Archimonde died in battle, he seemed to have some strange actions...

Yes.

Tichondrius scratched his chin, and said to the Trickster:

The old orc seemed to want to find a carrier for himself to move freely. Without our permission, he seduced a human king and wanted him to become the second Lich King...but unfortunately , this rather brilliant plan still failed.”

How did it fail?

asked the Deceiver, and the Dreadlord spoke truthfully:

At the most critical moment, it was destroyed by Tyrion Dawnblade, the leader of the Darkblade Undead. That is a very tricky undead!

When the name Tyrion was mentioned, Tichondrius trembled subconsciously, and the Deceiver nodded slowly. Between the dark red tentacles on its chin, it said:

Oh, Tyrion, Archimonde, the guy whose brain is full of muscles, also died in his hands. The poor guy couldn't even escape his soul, and Kazak was almost taken away by him. Tsk tsk, that undead does have some skills.

The fraudster squinted his eyes, and the plots against Tyrion rolled back and forth in its mind, but in the end, it stopped this kind of thinking and turned to look at Tichondrius who was a little scared behind him:

Tyrion will talk about it later. He is just an undead. He can't stop the army from attacking. No one in that sad world can stop this kind of force that can destroy the star field. What I want to know more is, Ka Sanatir asked you to come back to die, yes, you should know that coming back is to die, and you almost died by the sword of Aggramar, so what benefits does it promise you?

This meaningful question made Tichondrius silent. Of course it knew what the fraudster meant, but after seeing Kassanatil's methods, it didn't want to provoke an enemy it couldn't deal with. Traitors always It is more hated than the enemy, and it understands the trickster's methods better. Once Kassanatil is determined to kill it, the trickster will not help it.

Maybe, Kil'jaeden would still applaud his tragic death. This kind of obscene thing is completely done by a fraudster, otherwise, how could it be called a fraudster.

And the silence of Tichondrius did not make the Trickster angry. It looked at the surrounding green volcanic lava with great interest, and took Tichondrius all the way deep into the sea of ​​fel energy on the edge of Krokuun, and finally , the two of them stood on the pier by the sea, where the power of endless evil energy surged, and this was where the Starship of the Burning Legion was stationed.

Standing on the edge of the pier, the scorching power belonging to the sea of ​​fel energy made Tichondrius take a step back, while the Trickster looked back at Tichondrius, the strange smile in the cunning eyes made the Dreadlord tremble all over, Kil'jaeden stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The next moment, the calm sea of ​​fel energy in front of him surged crazily, and a super large vortex appeared in front of the fear demon king. In the midst of the raging sea, it seemed like a Astonishing monsters are about to burst from this fel hell.

crash

The vortex in the magma sea splashed crazy green magma bubbles. The hot liquid would be very painful even to the dreadlord, but the fraudster turned around indifferently, facing the tumbling magma sea, It spread its arms and said to Tichondrius:

Remember that crazy dragon who called himself Deathwing?

We even dispatched the starship, but we still couldn't kill it. The monster corroded by the power of the void, for a while, it gave us a lot of headaches, but it doesn't matter, I finally found the right way... .It is no longer our enemy.

It is already the sharpest longsword of the legion. Now, please allow me to introduce to you, the former Deathwing has been infused with pure evil energy, and has gained... a new life!

The moment the Deceiver's voice fell to the ground, a terrifying monster that made the Dread Demon King's whole body hairy raised its head from the scorching magma...

What kind of monster is that...

In the sea of ​​fel energy that can melt steel in an instant, this monster slowly raised its head, allowing the scorching fel magma to slide from its scales and interlaced dragon horns. Compared with Deathwing, who was once infected by the void, At this time, the fel dragon no longer had the tentacles and eyeballs that had grown everywhere due to the corrosion of the void, and it seemed that it had regained the handsomeness it had when it was the king of guardian dragons.

Each piece of smooth scales is arranged like a solid shield, and all the wounds on its body have healed, but between the black and red scales, there are faint green magma-like tracks, which seem to flow in the blood vessels under the skin It's not blood anymore, but real evil energy, shining a shocking light through the skin.

But to be honest, compared to the disgusting flesh and blood monster before, the current Deathwing is really much more pleasing to the eye.

Its chin and body, which were cracked due to void corrosion, have been healed by the evil energy and become smooth, but around the chin, circles of black bony triangular bone jaws have emerged, and between the bone jaws There are sharp white teeth all over the body, from which scorching fel magma flows down. On its head, the source quality iron plate that used to cover the skin to fix the wound has disappeared, replaced by a pair of Bone Helm of Skin!

Just like the battle helmets worn by soldiers, in the eye sockets of the full-covered bone helmet, there is a snake pupil twined with dark green tyrannical light, and on the top of the hideous bone helmet, extending backwards is A row of bone spurs protruding backwards, no longer has the twisted and disgusting appearance of the void form, and on the top of the head, 12 dragon horns criss-crossing form the most dazzling and wild dragon crown for Deathwing.

Even the dreadlord, who has always been picky about aesthetics, has to admit that Deathwing, which has returned to its normal form and has been infused with evil energy, can indeed be called noble just from its appearance. Opening out from the sea of ​​fel energy, thick scales and bone armor cover the most vulnerable area of ​​the dragon's wings, while the open black wings are covered with burning fel energy flames, which look like a pair of burning Same as wings.

It stayed in the fel magma in a half-squatting posture, its tyrannical and wild eyes stared at Tichondrius who was constantly retreating, and the Dread Demon King watched from the snake pupils under the bone helmet There was a light called Food and Hunger, and now it knew what the fraudster brought it here for.

Evil energy, this is a power parallel to the void. Since the void can corrupt this poor dragon king, why can't evil energy?

As if introducing his favorite work, the fraudster explained to Tichondrius:

Of course, this energy conversion process is very complicated, and I can't complete it at all, but it doesn't matter. Lord Aggramar, as a fallen titan, already possesses the power that titans can shape all things... with a little help from him , Deathwing awoke from the corruption of the void, and he voluntarily joined the Legion in order to obtain...salvation, well, that's the word...

Oh, by the way, it's not called Deathwing anymore...it's called War Dragon of the Burning Legion...

Dragon!

The last name was said in a deep voice by the giant dragon half squatting in the sea of ​​fel magma. Obviously, after recovering its sanity with the help of the fallen titan, it still retains complete thinking and the ability to speak.

Deathwing, Neltharion, these names have become the past, and from the moment the body is infused with pure fel energy, it has a new name.

Can I eat this? It looks...delicious!

Dragon tilted his head and moved his tail with ferocious bone spurs. This action caused the entire sea of ​​fel energy to surge like a tidal wave. Being stared at by the green eyes of this evil dragon, Tik Dios suddenly felt chills all over his body. This monster was stronger than before, and most importantly, after regaining its sanity, it seemed to become... more cunning.

Oh, my war dragon, don't be so anxious.

Kil'jaeden the Deceiver looked at Tichondrius playfully in front of him, and it whispered like a dream:

Speak, Tichondrius, speak, otherwise, you will never have a chance to speak...

Under this terrifying double threat, Tichondrius couldn't help but look back. Behind it, at the end of the pier, the three high-ranking demon generals of the Antoran War Council had brought hundreds of fully armed Demon warriors blocked its retreat.

Tichondrius turned his head and looked at Kil'jaeden who was sure of victory. He swallowed and said with difficulty:

It promised me that it would make me the second lord of the Dreadlord... It promised me the command of a legion and the control of a star field...

Ha ha ha ha

Hearing Tichondrius' answer, Kil'jaeden almost laughed out loud, it laughed so heartily, it pointed at Tichondrius, and said out of breath:

You really make people feel...ashamed!

You followed me anyway, poor Tichondrius, you said you didn't want to wag your tail at me, but look at you now, tsk tsk, how do you feel about Cassanatyr wagging your tail? The wag he threw at you Is the soup so delicious? Really... I used to give you some... bones.

Being ridiculed so contemptuously by Kil'jaeden, an unknown fire also ignited in Tichondrius's heart. It was extremely unhappy under Kassanatier's command, and the first lord obviously didn't trust it. It does all the dirty work, but it is not its turn to share the fruits.

Thinking about it this way, a bad breath rose in the heart of the Dread Demon King. After all, it was also the first lord. The gift of Kassanatyr was like a humiliation to it, so after a while, mention Kedios was so vicious, he raised his head, looked at the fraudster in front of him, gritted his teeth and said:

So, what can you give me? Isn't it just to let me betray Kassanatier? It doesn't matter! Tell me first, what can you give me! Kil'jaeden!

After thoroughly seeing through the true faces of both parties, Tichondrius was unwilling to say anything about the scene. It called the fraudster's name directly, and it said:

Show some sincerity! Great devil, if you want me to work hard for you, the price is very high!

Kil'jaeden glanced at Tichondrius unexpectedly, and after a while, the Trickster stroked his chin and whispered:

I don't need you to betray Kassanatier. After all, the Dark Titan asked you to find the Pillars of Creation for him by name. Lord Sargeras' will cannot be violated.

At this point, a trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Deceiver, but it was fleeting, and its eyes became cunning again. It looked at Tichondrius, and it said:

I need you...another way!

Kasanatier is not dead, you and I are uneasy, so... find a way to create an accident, and, Dragon will return to Azeroth with you, it and some people on that planet , There are also some accounts, we have to calculate.