Azeroth’s Death Track

Prince Farondis slept soundly this time.

This is almost the best sleep he has had in the 10,000 years since he was cursed. The magic prince of the elf empire dreamed of the past in the ancient times in a sweet dream, those who belonged to Queen Azshara. The glitzy beauty.

In the dream, he returned to the prosperous Jin Azshara, admiring the beautiful night scene in the queen's palace, which was as gorgeous as heaven.

He went to Suramar again, the pearl of the elven empire, the unique magical tree blending with the big city shrouded in the halo of the silver moon, it was an unforgettable scenery.

After drinking the fine wine, he came to the quiet Eresalas through the portal connecting the various provinces of the empire. In the forest city full of valuable knowledge and the Queen's treasures, he and his colleagues And a good friend, Torsedrin, another magic prince who manages Eresalas, discusses the obscure knowledge about mysterious magic.

The two chatted very happily, and in the dream, it was as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time. There was a trace of sadness in the chat, and they were so busy for a long time. In the end, Prince Farondis returned to Azsuna. The elf city he manages, his palace is not as magnificent as Jin Azshara, but the ancient palace covered with vines is the place where he was born and raised, and it is his home.

Amidst the cheers of the night watchmen at the Farondis Palace, Prince Farondis walked into the palace, and the beautiful guard lady Eddie reached out to take his cane and cloak. In front of his eyes, his most loyal captain of the guard Thaddeus pushed open the door of the inner court for him, and his court ceremonial minister, the charming Mrs. Arisser, brought him a cup of hot drink, while the inner court minister, Elder Edes, disappeared for a long time... probably by means of In the name of dissemination, I went to hook up with those commoner ladies.

In the memory of Prince Farondis, the elder who taught him the history of the aristocracy since he was a child was such a fair character.

Oh, by the way, there should be a skilled bartender in his memory... What's his name?

Farondis' memory became blurred at this moment... All the beautiful scenery in front of him, all the dreams began to distort, and Mrs. Arisa standing beside him became hideous, just like a girl summoned by necromantic magic. Like a monster, she screamed and rushed towards herself, and the magnificent palace in front of Prince Farondis's eyes also became old and stale in an instant... like a ruin that was abandoned in time.

everything is broken...

Just like broken pieces, Farondis stood blankly in the chaos, he didn't know what happened, until the next moment, he was completely swallowed by the darkness rising from his feet.

Everything was broken... everything was lost, it was only a dream... he remembered, he destroyed it all with his own hands...

He, the murderer!

No!!!

Prince Farondis' eyes were completely opened at this moment, but what he saw was not the dilapidated palace he saw every day, but a stone roof covered with silk, which looked like a castle. In the room, on the silk above his head, there is also a black broken blade logo drawn, which looks like a logo of an organization.

Prince Farondis, who woke up from the nightmare, sat up from the soft bed. He looked around in a daze. There were many decorative weapons on the surrounding stone walls, as well as some carefully crafted specimens and gem decorations. According to Prince Rhodes' superb aesthetic point of view, the placement of these decorations is completely wrong, and it looks like treasures of various civilization styles are piled up indiscriminately.

Well, full of the temperament of an upstart.

But those lifelike specimens represent the great martial arts that the owner of this place cannot hide... Beside the stone wall and on the wooden shelf, there is a huge head of an insect lord. The eyes of the hideous creature still reflected the fear of the hideous creature before it died, and beside the bug specimen was the skeleton of a doomsday lord who had been cut open.

There is also a wall lamp decorated with Goron's teeth, and a photo frame made of keel, which contains a group photo of the great lord's family. In the square of Shattrath City, the silly girl Dornan's heartless and happy smile It can always infect every guest who sees this photo.

Prince Farondis stood next to these special handicrafts. Thanks to his good noble education, he kept the etiquette due to a guest and did not touch these priceless things. A discerning aesthetic scrutinizes these gadgets while trying to discern from the collection some traits of the place's owner... at least a hobby.

This extremely aristocratic analysis continued until the arrival of an attendant.

boom

The door of the room was gently pushed open, and an upper elf wearing a red cloak and black dress appeared in front of Prince Farondis, the current consul of the Syndra elves, Modan, the head of the 13 lords of Syndra Te Yongying bowed slightly to the magic prince with the etiquette of 10,000 years ago, and he said in a hoarse and deep voice:

Please come with me, Your Excellency the Magical Prince Farondis, the master of this place is waiting for you.

Um?

Prince Farondis turned his head, a trace of curiosity flashed across his illusory face, he looked at the standard Highborne in front of him, and asked in a low voice:

You know me? Have you seen me before?

Mordant Yongying raised his head, those blood-red eyes made Prince Farondis frown. Obviously, the Highborne in front of him was polluted by some kind of force that was biased towards negative energy, but he might still retain his sanity .

Yes, Prince Farondis, I have seen you more than once in the library of Eresalas. Of course, I was only a magic apprentice ten thousand years ago... I have seen you, but you Surely you won’t remember me, that’s okay, too many things have changed in ten thousand years, for those of us ancient survivors, it’s a great comfort to see every surviving compatriot.”

A cold and sincere smile flashed across Yongying's skinny face, and this Syndra Saline made a please gesture sideways:

Come with me, Magical Prince, please don't make the High Lord wait too long.

All right.

Prince Farondis stretched out his hands to straighten the magic robe on his illusory body. He picked up the magic scepter that he never left, followed Modante, and walked out of the room of the castle. Although he was a strange ghost However, the walking posture of Prince Farondis is still the same as that of ordinary people. As a rare sober person among ghosts, he is different from his poor compatriots trapped in the fault memory. He clearly knows this How hard is the time of ten thousand years.

What's your name? Syndra Elf.

Prince Farondis asked softly, but Yongying said without looking back:

My name is Modante Yongying, Your Excellency Farodis. I used to be the magician of Prince Tossedrin. Unfortunately, Prince Tossedrin was in prison for ten thousand years and was squeezed out because of too much contact. Driven mad by fel magic, I had to end his pathetic life with my own hands.

You! You actually killed your own lord! You are treasonous!

At this moment, Prince Farondis clenched the magic scepter in his hand, a flash of anger flashed in his heart, but Yongying didn't care:

I know Prince Torsedrin is your best friend, Your Excellency Farondis, but with all due respect, times have changed. If you see with your own eyes what kind of monster Torsedrin has degenerated into, I believe, You will kill him with your own hands...he is no longer the wise magic prince of the Highborne, but under that decayed body, he has become a monster that is no different from a demon.

Sindra is finally free after ten thousand years of hard imprisonment. We now have no lord, no class, we are one of the races under the federation, and our people have enjoyed the first light of freedom in their lives. They Life is very happy and fulfilling... Therefore, I don't regret that stabbing the sword, or in other words, it was the first correct thing I did in my life.

Yongying's footsteps stopped at the door of the hall in front of him. He turned his head and glanced at Prince Farondis with blood-red eyes. He said softly:

Syndra is free, Your Excellency Farondis, and perhaps your people will be free too, from the curse of this ghost...Of course, it depends on your choice...Go, The High Lord is waiting for you.

Looking at the past, Lord Farondis, don't offend him.

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The interior decoration of the Dark Blade Legion's castle in the Realm of Death is not luxurious. Compared with a comfortable place to live, the castle is more like a standard military unit. Even the hall for receiving guests is very simple. , there is a large burning fireplace, a red carpet covering the floor, and a huge portrait hanging on the wall in front of the hall.

It was a portrait of the death lords of the Dark Blade Legion and the forgotten kings, which was a sign of status and a commemoration.

When Farondis walked into the hall, Tyrion was sitting by the fireplace, in the reflection of the warm flame, checking a military report, which was the actions of the three Legions of the Dark Blade in Northrend. Report that the entire Howling Bay and Grizzly Hills have fallen to the Darkblade's control, and the vrykul rebellion there has also been suppressed.

As the commander, Danas Trollbane is looking for an important target within the range of the Grizzly Bear Hills, the soul bear formed from the fragments separated from the soul of Ursoc, the demigod of the wilderness. Of course, the battle of the Dark Blade The traffickers are planning an invasion farther west in the Zul'Drak region, where they are said to have strategically targeted several of the loa worshiped by the frost trolls there.

Tyrion generally does not interfere with such military operations, but as a leader, he must grasp the overall situation, so now basically his daily work is to read these reports and military plans, and put forward some of his own opinions from time to time, a complete bureaucratic system The advantage is that many things do not need to be done by the leader himself, and the subordinates will run things according to the plan.

Well, are you awake?

Tyrion closed the documents in his hand and put them on the table. He beckoned to Farondis behind him:

Come on, sit here, let's talk.

Prince Farondis did not refuse. He sat on the chair next to Tyrion with the proper posture of a high elf nobleman. He looked at Tyrion. After seeing the distinctive pointed ears of the great lord , the Enchanted Prince whispered:

Are you an elf too? Highborne? Night elf?

Well, stupid blood theory.

Tyrion couldn't hide his distaste for this elf classification. He took out a bottle of blood wine from the wine cabinet on one side, added ice cubes to it, then picked up two glasses of dark red wine, and handed one of them to Farondis:

But if you insist on getting to the bottom of it, I'll tell you that I'm a high elf, a type between the high elves and the night elves... You can think of me as a degenerate of the high elves, after all Dath'Remar When he decided to create the Sunwell, he never thought that it would have such a huge impact on his descendants.

Magic permanently changes our form, as well as our soul.

Farondis nodded. He looked at the wine glass handed over by the great lord and the colorful halo reflected by the wine in the wine glass in the firelight. He shook his head sadly:

Not to deny your kindness, but I'm a ghost, I have no body... I can't enjoy this thing.

oh?

Tyrion took a sip of the cold wine. He squinted his eyes, savoring the wonderful feeling of the wine in his taste buds. Looking at Farondis, he said softly:

As wise as you, have you not noticed yet? Prince Farondis, when you stood in front of me...you have regained your body...you are welcome.

Under the reminder of Tyrion, Prince Farondis lowered his head and looked at his soul body that was becoming more and more solid in the warm firelight. Except for the lack of flesh and blood, the abnormal illusion of ghosts was already in the body. He disappeared physically, and when he didn't realize it, he could even feel the warmth brought by the flames burning in the fireplace.

That strange sense was something he had never felt in the past 10,000 years of soul imprisonment.

At this moment, even Farondis, the wisest magic prince in the elf empire period, seemed a little dazed. He reached out to take the wine glass from Tyrion, feeling the slight coldness of the glass against his fingertips, and he Like a bumpkin, he put the red wine under his nose and sniffed it. The strange sweetness with a hint of blood smelled, and the strange smell even made the magic prince's taste buds explode.

In the end, trembling slightly, he put the fine wine in his hand to his mouth, feeling the cold liquid flowing down his tongue into his mouth, the chaotic sense of taste made his eyes widen suddenly at this moment, as if Like being struck by lightning.

This sluggish posture lasted for nearly ten seconds until Tyrion's cough woke him up. At this moment, Prince Farondis had no hostility or vigilance, and his green eyes stared at him again. In front of Tyrion, he said in a harsh voice:

You...who are you? Queen Azshara's curse was actually...by you...

Azshara, the most powerful woman in the history of Azeroth, I admit that the complexity of the curse she cast with the Tidal Stone is beyond my comprehension, the principle of that curse is very obscure, I can't solve it ,I admit.

Tyrion swung his wine glass, and he looked at Prince Farondis:

But I don't need to untie it. You are ghosts, a special variant of undead creatures, but you are still undead...As long as you are undead, you must obey the rules I set for this land ...

The great lord drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, put down his glass, and looked at Prince Farondis with a smile:

Then get to know me again, Tyrion Dawnblade, the...ruler of this hell.