Azeroth’s Death Track

The battle came quickly and went even faster. When the roaring gods of death drew all kinds of strange traces from the sky and rushed into the demon army in all directions like a black torrent, those tall ones hadn't reacted yet. The demons are like the wheat in the wheat field, they are easily cut down to the ground, and the ghost war scythes of the gods of death are directly aimed at the soul. For these demon soldiers, they only need to wave their weak souls. Take it away.

The crack in the realm of death opened in the sky, like a passage leading to another world. Before the crack appeared unexpectedly, the three demon warships cruising in the sky crashed into the realm of death before they even had time to slow down. Among them, the strange world stripped the souls of the demons who drove the battleship in an instant, and then captured the steel battleship, and let it land in a parabolic posture in the vast wilderness of the realm of death superior.

And in the middle of the battlefield of chasing death and chasing north, the death lord who was wielding his sword against Wushuang in the ruined palace of Azsuna 20 minutes ago was as obedient as a quail, standing there with his hands tied, not saying a word, Not even blinking, like a sculpture.

And Little Xingxing hid behind Luminas in fear. She looked at the great lord who suddenly appeared in front of her with eyes like the Great Demon King. That slender figure was obviously an elf like Luminas, but as long as it wasn't A blind man can easily feel the difference between the two, with little black and gray stars on his face, and asked cautiously:

Mad woman, who is this person?

Quiet! Don't talk!

Luminas scolded without looking aside:

The distinguished boss is here, we are not qualified to speak, especially you... shut up!

The scolding made Little Xingxing purse her mouth, but considering Tyrion's appearance was too shocking, she didn't say anything, but squatted on the ground instead, and began to observe the man who was bound by evil energy. comatose ghost.

As for Tyrion, the high lord did feel a little angry because of Luminas's carelessness, but when he actually arrived at this place, he became curious about the surrounding environment and the demon lord in front of him.

He stood in front of Hasabel, who was kneeling on the ground, bound by the energy of death. He looked at the eredar demon, and he said softly:

You're new here, aren't you?

Hasabel lowered her head and remained silent. As early as in Argus, she had heard of a powerful death knight named Tyrion, but now she saw it with her own eyes... a guy of this level can only be Call it great? Those bastards who spread rumors are going to kill her now.

hum

A black and red energy long sword appeared in Tyrion's hand. He pressed the sharp blade against Hasabel's chin, and raised the face of the well-maintained eredar demon lord. He calmed down. Looking at the pair of eyes with a hint of fear, he stretched out his other hand and snapped his fingers lightly. The next moment, in the swirl of the dark vortex in the realm of death, a sneaky draenei died. The knight walked out of it, and then stood beside the great lord in a very doggy posture.

Tyrion asked without looking back:

She's new here, isn't she?

The draenei death knight who was summoned looked at Hasabel in front of him with his gray eyes, and Hasabel was also looking at him. Although his appearance changed, Hasabel still felt that he should recognize the man in front of him. The outline of this wretched draenei's face is familiar.

Yes, High Lord!

The draenei death knight rubbed his hands, and with a vivid flattering smile, he said to the high lord:

This guy's name is Hasabel, and she used to be the portal guardian of the world of Argus, a greedy bastard, and a loyal dog of Kil'jaeden, but with all due respect, high lord, it's better to keep this guy alive. It's better than killing her...

Um?

Tyrion made a confused nasal sound, and the Draenei death knight beside him immediately explained:

Hasabel can become the guardian of the portal. In addition to being lucky and flattering, she also benefited from her study experience at the Mac'Aree Magic Academy. Although her attainments in space science and astrology are better than But me, but the great lord, she is indeed very familiar with the rules of star teleportation, and has the ability to repair large teleportation gates...

The draenei death knight glanced at Hasabel, flicked his tail, and said to the high lord:

And I, I also need an assistant... I alone, to build the star portal from Azeroth to Mardun for you, even if you already have precise coordinates, it will take a lot of money. Several years, but with her help, this time will be greatly shortened!

okay.

Tyrion thought for a moment, then withdrew his black and red long sword, flicked his fingers, then turned and walked towards his followers:

Then, she is handed over to you, my great artisan of Malzac, I hope to hear good news from you soon... go to work.

At this moment, Hasabel, who was bound by the death energy and waited to die, suddenly raised her head. She stared fiercely at the Draenei death knight in front of her. She cursed in a low voice:

Malzac, I knew it, you traitor! You actually betrayed the legion and took refuge in the undead, what a disgrace!

Shut up, Hasabel!

With a new body and new power, Malzak grabbed Hasabel's arm rudely and dragged the eredar demon lord towards the portal leading to the realm of death. As he walked, he While scolding:

If it weren't for the fact that we were graduates of Mac'Aree College, do you think I would take the trouble to save you? You don't know the true attitude of the high lord towards demons. If it wasn't for you, it would still be useful, you His soul has long since been thrown into the soul ovens of the Dead Realm, or worse... sold to those greedy psychopaths... One last question, you don't intend to live as a slave for the rest of your life, yes Bar?

Hearing this, and thinking about Tyrion's true power, Hasabel resolutely persuaded him. This is the way it is. Greedy guys are usually very life-hungry, plus the pain of being given up by Kil'jaeden After experiencing, a strange idea suddenly appeared in Hasabel's mind.

Maybe... Changing a boss is not unacceptable. Anyway, it is so miserable. No matter how bad the treatment is, it will be much better than it is now.

This person, once the mentality changes, the way of thinking about problems will naturally change.

Hasabel glanced at Tyrion's cold back secretly, and she asked in a low voice:

Tell me honestly, Malzac, do you think these undead can win against the Legion?

I don't know, little Hasabel.

The death knight Malzak shrugged. He threw Hasabel into the vortex gate of the realm of death with a flick of his hand. There was a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth:

But you don't have a choice, do you?

On the other side, Tyrion walked up to Luminas who was wearing a sculpture, his icy blue eyes stared at his subordinates, Luminas standing in front of him kept his gaze fixed, and looked like a standard dark blade soldier. Standing there with his arms tied, he behaved like an ace soldier on standby, without any trace of his previous embarrassing gesture.

well...

Tyrion sighed very humanely, he waved his hand:

You have lost the face of the Dark Blade Legion... I am too lazy to reprimand you, Lumi, you should think about how to face the questioning of the War Council.

Luminas, who had a serious face at first, immediately collapsed when she heard the word question. She grabbed Tyrion's wrist, as if acting like a baby, and muttered:

Don't, boss, I know you are the most merciful. If I was really thrown into the questioning meeting, those old warlords like Black Hand and Saurfang would definitely give me a cramp! Seeing that I am the one who did it for Dark Blade this time For the sake of making great contributions, please forgive me!

Um?

Tyrion with an indifferent face glanced at Luminas:

Great merit? I didn't see any merit other than seeing you run away timidly... There are only two demon lords in the area. You may indeed be unable to defeat them, but don't tell me that facing such an enemy, you still need help? Or just ask me for help? Do you know how busy I am every day?

Escape is definitely possible.

Miss Luminas pursed her lips and said:

But it hurts to be surrounded and beaten up, and it's even more humiliating... But then again, I've found the Tidal Stone!

The death lord stepped forward haughtily, and pulled aside the shivering little Xing Xing who was squatting there holding his head because he could feel the terrible breath of death from Tyrion at close range, and then pointed at the unconscious man on the ground. Ghost Prince, said to the High Lord:

He! He must know the location of the Tidal Stone, and it was to save him that I had to ask for help, boss.

Luminas defended herself:

The devil's siege will definitely not kill me, but if I don't ask for help, this important person will be taken away by the devil. At that time, it will be very difficult for us to get it back.

etc!

Tyrion didn't pay attention to the ghost prince lying unconscious on the ground. Instead, he cast his eyes on the little Xingxing who was hiding aside with a face full of fear, like a frightened little animal. He looked at the little blue dragon, and the little Xingxing's Magical camouflage couldn't hide from the great lord's vision at all. After a while, the great lord said softly:

A pure-blooded blue dragon that doesn't belong to the Demon Hub, interesting... What's your name? Child.

Her name is Little Xingxing! What a silly name.

Luminas hastily replied on behalf of Little Xingxing, but was glared at by Tyrion, and immediately stood aside with her head shrugged, probably sensing Tyrion's kindness, Little Xingxing raised her head tremblingly, Looking at the man in front of her with the temperament of a dark sea, she bit her lip, put her finger on her left shoulder, and said in a low voice with dragon etiquette:

My name is Stella Gosa, the powerful lord of the undead. On behalf of the giant dragon of Azure Habitat, I would like to express my gratitude and respect to you. We have no intention of getting involved in any affairs related to you.

Oh? Stella Gosa? It seems that your name is Little Xingxing.

Tyrion smiled, and with a twinkle in his eye, he asked again:

What is your relationship with the king of magic, the blue dragon king Malygos?

Hearing this name, Little Xingxing raised her head abruptly, and lowered her head hastily after seeing Tyrion's cold gaze, she whispered:

The mighty Malygos is my grandfather's brother...According to my grandfather, before the War of the Ancients, it had a premonition of certain disasters, and then it had a dispute with Malygos, so it took some of its tribe Came to the remote Asura... until now, nearly ten thousand years have passed.

So, your grandfather is still alive?

Tyrion narrowed his eyes:

Is that a blue dragon as old as Maligo, or even older?

Yes!

Little Xingxing proudly puffed out his chest, and said to Tyrion:

At the call of Tire, the guardian of the Titans, the five-color dragon king led his people to fight against the fallen ancient ancestor dragon Galakrond with Tire. My grandfather has been fighting to protect the world. In Maligo After Si became the Blue Dragon King, my grandfather Senegos was the most powerful and closest supporter of the Blue Dragon King. According to the bloodline, I am also the princess of the Blue Dragon Clan...Although we have completely broken with our compatriots, the bloodline The glory it brought is still there!

Yo, stupid and ignorant little Xingxing is still a little princess.

Luminas, who was sitting on a stone beside her, snorted disdainfully, awakening Little Xingxing from her stubborn pride, she hurriedly lowered her head, but Tyrion became more and more interested in Little Xingxing's group in her heart. Everyone in the magic world of Xerath knows that blue dragons are currently the most withered dragon clan besides black dragons, but who would have thought that there is actually a pure-blooded blue dragon clan thriving on the barren land of the Broken Islands? Woolen cloth?

If Malygos, who has fallen into madness, hears this news, maybe that old mad dragon who was almost autistic and hit by the decline of the race will dance happily in the Nexus...

But about the little star and the blue dragon group, that will be considered in the future. Now, they can only be placed on the edge of the chessboard as a free move, and they will not play much role.

Lumi!

Tyrion waved his fingers:

You take the Hellfire battle group, go back to her group with Little Star, invite those pure blood blue dragons to live in the world of Draenor, and help them move by the way...I will arrange a place for them there The perfect home.

Obey, boss!

Luminas jumped up from the stone, but she hesitated and said to the boss:

Little Xingxing may like to brag, but her grandfather, that old blue dragon is really difficult to deal with. I can't beat it alone.

Huh? Do you still need to fight?

Tyrion looked at his subordinates suspiciously, and he glanced at the shivering little Xingxing again, with a peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth:

This is Little Xingxing's own request to move. The cute little princess has long been dissatisfied with this barren land. She is eager to see life in a big city and enjoy everything a princess should have. Could it be that as a grandfather Shouldn't Senegos honor the request of his precious granddaughter?

Are you saying I'm right? Little Xingxing?