Azeroth’s Death Track

The majestic World Tree has nurtured the Kaldorei civilization for a full 10,000 years. It should have continued to support this civilization, but unfortunately, this tree that seems to support the world has fallen into some kind of tragic disease. It needs A surgery, otherwise, the internal lesions would pull the World Tree and the entire Kaldorei civilization into the most terrifying abyss.

The good news is that the World Tree has ushered in two doctors with extraordinary skills.

The bad news is that both doctors are going to resort to the most brutal and deadly treatment...

But there is only one patient, so the two doctors decided to compete in front of the operating table, and then the winner will be the surgeon...

Beside the roots of the World Tree, by the lake rippling with magic power, Lord Darkblade is leaning on the Ashbringer, and the ground around him is full of the cold corpses of Luna Priests. On the other side of the bloody land, Queen Azshara looked at him calmly with a trace of resentment.

You guys are supposed to bully those unworthy frost trolls in Northrend...Why are you here?

Azshara asked with a queenly air:

And why do you want to prevent me from punishing the betrayers? Are the night elves treating you well? Are you going to take such painstaking efforts to save them? Are they worth it? Or...that little bitch Tyrande promised you something Weird promise?

A trace of disdain flashed across Azshara's face:

Did she give herself to you? You crazy dead man!

save?

Tyrion shook his head, he explained to Azshara seriously:

This is not salvation, I, like you, came to punish the night elves... But unfortunately, you and your army messed up the grand debut of the Dark Blade Legion, and my subordinates responded with a little enthusiasm I don't think it's a big deal... As for our participation in this war...

The great lord flicked his fingers casually, without even looking at Azshara's eyes:

We represent the death of the balance of all things, ma'am, we will go wherever we want! Of course you can try to stop us, that's fine, as long as you can pay the price...

Then get out of the way! A descendant of the Dawnblade family!

Azshara twisted her body, moved forward, and she said softly:

For the sake of your ancestors serving me, I say one last time... stay out of my way!

bass

The Ashbringer uttered a sound, and the heavy blade blocked Azshara's way forward. Tyrion looked back at the World Tree behind him, and he shook his head at Queen Azshara with some regret:

This tree is useful to me!

Um?

Azshara's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, her four hands stretched out, and a touch of dangerous arcane magic power began to gather, she looked at Tyrion:

You're useful...what does that have to do with me?

hum

The cold power of death began to gather rapidly on Tyrion's body, and the form of the evil ghost warrior wrapped up the body of the Great Lord Darkblade bit by bit. At this moment, Tyrion's voice became indifferent. In the case of gathering death, his icy voices overlapped slightly, as if thousands of voices sounded at the same time:

Your revenge? What does it have to do with me?

Azshara... the prison of N'Zoth, let me give you a piece of advice...

Go back wherever you came from!

boom

Violet arcane energy exploded like a storm at this moment, and the battle between the world's most powerful woman and the world's most powerful man was a disaster from the very beginning, in Azshara Under the control of the magical power, those frantic magics are like sharp blades, smoothly cutting through the temples under the tree of the world, whether it is the wooden buildings built by the druids, or the stone buildings of the Temple of the Moon, as well as the suffering The earth nourished by the World Tree... was easily torn apart at this moment.

Like a sweeping hurricane sweeping across the land, among the ruins and flying vegetation, the Holy Land of Mount Hyjal seemed to be thrown into apocalyptic destruction.

I don't have a small appetite.

Azshara's deep voice sounded in the arcane storm, somewhat mockingly:

I don't know, how strong is it... Archimonde doesn't dare to talk like that in front of me!

swish

Two several-meter-long war knives, gathered by pure cold death, cut Azshara's arcane storm from left to right, and in a staggered gesture, gathered the pure arcane at this moment easily. Slashing, like a god cut open the storm to calm the anger, in the blink of an eye, Azshara's frenzied magic power was completely suppressed.

For a moment, the ruins devastated by magic power were calm.

The fully formed demon warrior completed a perfect magic truncation. Under the will of Tyrion, this huge death warrior carried the sword on his shoulder, and pointed the other sword obliquely at the Naga standing in front of it. The queen, in the center of the tall figure, Tyrion looked down at the queen in front of him, and said softly:

Sorry, but Archimonde who feared you is dead...

It was killed by me. By the way, do you want to know what Archimonde said before he died? My Queen Azshara.

The Queen was choked up by Tyrion's words, and she had also seen how Archimonde was murdered by Tyrion, who was still weak at the time, but this did not make Azshara afraid of him, as The most powerful woman in Azeroth, no man can make her feel intimidated, at least in this world... She is not afraid to be an enemy to anyone.

The queen's fingers flicked in the air, and shocking magical power flowed out from her fingertips. The huge arcane magic power distorted the surrounding space. Obviously, the blow just now made the queen interested in fighting. She's going to get real.

Under Tyrion's gaze, huge water flows grew in the distorted space. Under Azshara's very rough manipulation, those water flows were forcibly aggregated into a super-large water ice element, which was summoned by ordinary mages. The water element is different. The thing summoned by Queen Azshara has very human-like hands and upper body, and on its head is a chaotic face composed of high-speed water flowing continuously. Behind this giant element, The ferocious ice sticks out of the body like a bone spur, and these alien elements appear more fierce.

As soon as this thing appeared, it covered the surrounding temples and ruins destroyed by the magic storm with a thick layer of frost. It was even endowed with a certain amount of wisdom by Azshara, and it roared towards the evil ghost warrior who was as tall as it in front of it. Then, the icy paws waved like a roaring glacier, and like a loyal and fierce hound.

Azshara stood on top of the ancient glacier water elemental, she looked arrogantly at Tyrion opposite, a icy war bow appeared at her fingertips, the halo-like silver sand halo was like a battle armor Covering the queen's body, it was the compressed arcane magic power, which was the strongest energy shield in Azeroth. The queen plucked the bowstring, and in the light sound, she said playfully:

Heh, ignorant man... Your power comes from the same source as that lunatic Hela, and even worse than her, so let me tell you a secret...

Hela tried to enslave my deep sea empire to provide enough souls for her madman war, and in the few times I fought with her, she...never won me!

What are your chances of winning?

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At the same time as the chaos in Mount Hyjal, in the dark mountains of Drustvar in Kul Tiras, the highest holy place of the Blightcaller sect, the Blightcaller druids were conducting a sacred mission. great business.

The demigods Ansu and Rukhmar, as well as the Awakened who were supposed to rescue Mount Hyjal, and the Green Dragon Queen Ysera all stayed in the center of the Emerald Holy Land, which was cut from the Emerald Dream in 10,000 years. The small dreamland holy land that came down was perfectly maintained by the powerful Blightcallers. In addition, the vitality of the Seed of Life was continuously replenished in this holy land, so that this small piece of Emerald Dreamland has survived for several years. expanded some.

Most importantly, on the main plane of the Emerald Dream, the Nightmare War has already occupied and destroyed half of the order of the plane, but in the cut dream fragments, everything is still functioning perfectly, and as long as they just Appearing, the forest spirit warriors guarding the holy place day and night will immediately issue a warning.

These plant life born directly from the seeds of life have no concept of dream at all. These guys are special existences that can enter the Emerald Dream as entities. They can't dream, and naturally they won't be captured by nightmares. They are the most suitable Guardian of Dreams.

So, you plan to resurrect three demigods at once?

Ysera, who had just returned from the world of Draenor, looked at the Blightcaller druids who were busy in front of her in surprise. She looked at the demigod Anzu who seemed to have become very honest recently, and she asked:

Can the natural roots believed by the Blightcaller withstand such a supply of vitality?

Barely...

Ansu combed her beautiful feathers with her beak, and said calmly to Ysera:

In order to undertake this fire rescue, the Seed of Life will provide a huge amount of life energy at one time, which will directly drain all the current power of the seed, and it will also enter a dormant period due to weakness...but the Blightcaller and the Wild Boar Both the human and the tauren have agreed that the original roots of the Seed of Life will be planted in the barren land and the desolate land. After the incarnation of the Seed of Life takes root in those two places, it will receive more nourishment from the earth. It will recover quickly.

Ysera nodded. She had also heard about the actions of the Blightcallers transplanting the original roots, but she was more curious about another point:

What will happen to those lands that have been planted with roots? Will their vitality be extracted?

No!

This time it was Rukhmar who answered her. The Yangyan demigod and Ysera did not have a good relationship. The two women had even fought a lot. Rukhmar had also seen life in Draenor with his own eyes. Seed of life covering the world with plants, Yang Yan demigod stubbornly believes that the seed of life is dangerous, but considering its resurrection is also provided by the energy of the seed of life, so it omits the danger of the seed of life, Its short answer says:

The Seed of Life is a mythical creature from Draenor. It does not draw the vitality of the world to improve itself. On the contrary, any place shrouded by its power will be filled with natural energy in a short time, and that energy will Appearing in the form of trees and forests, the desolate desolation will become green with trees...

Hmm...so that sounds like a good thing?

Ysera nodded with some doubts, she instinctively felt that there should be other factors behind this matter, but now is not the time to think about them.

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The figures of Staghelmet and Myana appeared on the forest platform of the Emerald Holy Land in the fluctuation of natural light. These two powerful druids looked very tired, and their wooden battle armor still showed traces of battle.

Most of the Emerald Dream has been destroyed by the Nightmare...The situation there is as bad as a real war zone.

While changing into a set of robes with the help of his apprentice, Buckhelm said to the others:

Fortunately, the Dream Tower and the surrounding mountains have not fallen, and the souls of the three demigods are already waiting...Start the resurrection ceremony immediately! That place will be occupied by nightmares at any time.

Staghelm! How about my dream army?

Ysera finally couldn't bear the worry in her heart, a gleam of light shone in her eyes, she asked:

Iranikos and those green dragons, any news?

This question caused Lu Helmet's expression to change slightly. He glanced at his daughter-in-law, and Moyana's expression was also a little dark. The Patriarch raised his head and said to Ysera:

The Dream Tower has not yet fallen. Although the Dream Dragons suffered heavy damage, they can still persist...but the Dream King has already...

What happened to my Eranikus?

Ysera grabbed Myana's hand, and the latter said regretfully:

Lord Eranikus was completely captured by Nightmare. There were giant dragons who saw him above the battlefield, but it has changed into another form. It is now called... Nightmare Tyrant.

I want to go back!

Ysera heard the news of her lover's suffering, and the emotional thinking from the female made the Green Dragon Queen unable to wait any longer, but just as she turned around, she was stopped by Staghelmet and Rukhmar, the archdruid said seriously explain:

You can't go back! Awakened, we haven't stopped paying attention to the battle situation in the Emerald Dream, I can only say this... The nightmare trapping the last warriors in the dream tower is probably a trap, they are not satisfied with capturing the dream giants Dragon, the reason why they haven't launched the final attack is probably waiting for you to step into the trap...

A guardian dragon corrupted by nightmares will become a disaster for the whole world!

Compared with Staghelmet's persuasion, Rukhmar's persuasion is even simpler. Yangyan demigod is surrounded by golden-red sun fire, and its eyes like sun gemstones are eager to try, and it is straightforward. explain:

Someone entrusted me to watch over you! So if you want to leave here... just beat me first!

The fighting spirit between Ysera and Rukhmar was high, but just before the two women fought, Anzu's shout sounded:

Quack! Stop making noise! ​​They're coming!

swish

Shrouded in anger and anger, Ysera and Rukhmar stared at Ansu at the same time. The demigod of the storm instinctively trembled. It swallowed and said with difficulty:

I mean... pay attention to your image, especially the two of you...