Azeroth’s Death Track

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The hard stone slabs of the chapel were lifted by Tyrion's hands, revealing a crude coffin buried underneath.

It was made of wood, and some scriptures of the Holy Light were engraved on it. Around the coffin, there were some shriveled flower petals. This is the funeral ritual of the Church of the Holy Light. Obviously, the Chaldean priest did not deceive Tyrion. Rogge was indeed buried by himself, and it seemed that he had put a lot of thought into it.

Holy Light of Mercy, please accept the confession of your believers.

The Chaldean priest half-kneeled in front of the scriptures in the church, stroking the rosary with both hands, and whispered:

I have committed an unforgivable crime, I have witnessed a murder but dare not report it because of my cowardice, I have witnessed the death of innocent people, but I have been unable to administer justice because of my weakness.

I succumb to violence, I succumb to my weakness, I am guilty!

This ritual of confession was seen by Tyrion, who shook his head in disdain. Probably no one in this world knows the essence of the so-called holy light better than him. It is a phenomenon of the universe. In terms of its essence, it It has no self-emotions, and has no way of distinguishing good from evil believers. It just distributes its power to every guy who believes in the existence of the Holy Light and has a pure and firm heart.

Even undead... As long as the heart is toward the Holy Light, it is not impossible to obtain this kind of power.

Tyrion doesn't hate Holy Light, its existence is the foundation of this universe, what he really hates is a group of guys who call themselves the incarnation of Holy Light, those jigsaw puzzles born in the brightest Holy Light have their own thinking and Emotions, they are not as fair as the Holy Light itself, and most importantly, those jigsaw puzzle creatures like to meddle in their own business.

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The coffin in front of him was opened by Tyrion, and a strange smell filled the church. It was not an ordinary smell of corpses. The Chaldean priest had followed Turalyon to learn the teachings of the Holy Light. When Rogelio was buried, He sprinkled holy water on the body to keep it safe from evil and darkness.

As for the holy water, this is a troublesome thing. As long as the holy water still exists in the corpse, the death energy cannot be born in the corpse, and there is no way to recruit it. However, 18 months have passed now, and the holy water has dissipated long ago.

Pitiful...

Tyrion looked at Rogelio in the coffin, and said softly, It's starting to rot... Can you bear such a body? Old friend.

The death knight closed his eyes. He gathered the death energy in the corpse in front of him. The psychic circle he had just engraved was ignited. He could feel the unwillingness of the soul remaining in the corpse, the strong hatred and despair, It was stronger than when Celente and Luminas were awakened.

This means that Rogge was killed in extreme despair. After such a soul is revived, it will become very manic. While unable to control self-hatred, it is easy to get completely lost in the torment of death.

This made Tyrion a little worried. He didn't want his brother to go to ruin like this, and he didn't want to lose him after death.

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A gloomy cold wind blew in the chapel, and the soul summoned from the abyss of Hell began to recombine with the corpse. Tyrion took a step back. Beside him, after being inspired by the Holy Light, the Chaldean priest's emotions Having stabilized a lot, he looked at the horrible corpse in front of him with a compassionate gaze, and said softly:

Mr. Rogge is very brave. He came alone in the dark on a horse to ask for help.

His injury was serious. When I was summoned by Blackmore, I knew that he would have to receive long-term treatment, but he didn't care about his physical condition at all. He just asked Blackmore to send troops to rescue his brother. At that time It should have been possible...but Blackmoore refused.

The pastor sighed and made a prayer gesture of the Church of the Holy Light on his chest, his voice became sad:

Mr. Rogue's reprimand angered Blackmoore. The tyrant of the castle ordered Captain Skarlock to take Mr. Rogue away. I know that it will be difficult for him to survive. Blackmoore threatened me, and I chose to submit like a coward. , When I returned to the church, Mr. Rogge was thrown in the dark, his neck was cut off, I dare not say anything, I can only use 3 days to secretly bury him here, I dare not Tell anyone about it.

Why did he kill Roger?

Tyrion was a little puzzled, and a puzzled voice sounded in the darkness: Even if you refuse to support, there are many reasons to prevaricate. Why kill a warrior so casually?

The question silenced the Chaldean priest, and after a moment he said softly:

Probably because you offended his majesty...

Majesty? Hehe.

Tyrion's fingers touched his sword hilt:

He won't be using that anytime soon.

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Rogelio's body suddenly sat up in the coffin, he subconsciously breathed, but his dead body was very repulsed by this kind of behavior of a living person, he couldn't smell anything, and the world in front of him became pale , He raised his hands, saw the arm that had begun to rot, and could even see the eerie white bones.

I...I am...

He was a little dazed, but the next moment, Tyrion walked up to Rogge. He squatted down, looked at his brother who had been away for 18 months, and said in a low voice:

You're dead, Roger, and so am I... We're all dead, but we still have unfulfilled wishes, so I'm alive again... Are you okay?

When Roger heard this familiar voice, he raised his head, and the beating blood red light in his eyes made Tyrion's heart sink.

I am fine!

Rogelio's voice is abnormally unpleasant, which is because the vocal cords have become decayed, but this is actually not a big problem, as long as he can skillfully manipulate the death energy, in the repair of this energy, after a period of time , his body will be repaired by the death energy, of course, it will take a long time.

I want revenge! For me, for those brothers who should have survived, but still died!

The blood-red light in Rogelio's eyes jumped more violently. He turned over and sat up from the coffin. The leather armor on his body was still usable. He searched left and right, but couldn't find the weapon. At this moment, Tyrion A long sword was stuffed into his hand.

Thank you! My brother Tyrion...

A terrifying smile appeared on Rogge's hideous face. He stretched out his hand and patted Tyrion's shoulder:

When I have revenge, no matter what you want to do, I will go with you! Just like before!

A hoarse night owl's cry sounded in the darkness of the church. Rogge turned his head and looked at the nervous Chaldean priest behind him. The bloody light in his eyes jumped a little more violently.

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The sharp sword rested on the priest's neck, and the icy cold air made the Chaldean priest subconsciously take a step back. He looked directly at Rogge's blood-red eyes, and he whispered:

I'm sorry for what happened to you, Mr. Roger, but I can't stop that.

Can't stop!

Rogge growled and interrupted Chaldea's apology: You humans! Despicable! Shameless! You all deserve to die!

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The sharp sword he swung was blocked by Tyrion's gauntlet. He looked at Rogelio, who was caught in the rage of death, and said in a deep voice:

Don't be swallowed by hatred, Rogge! The real culprit is not him, and he is still useful to us!

Helpful? Very good!

Rogge hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his long sword, and strode out of the church:

What is useful is valuable! What is valuable should be kept well, and when it is worthless, give it to me!

Tyrion shrugged. He glanced back at the terrified priest, and said softly:

You heard that, right? Try to make yourself worthy, Priest... this is the last piece of advice, go, do what you have to do, Celente and Luminas will cooperate with you!

He reached out and patted the Chaldean priest:

Be happy and have a smile! You're going to be a hero of the League...don't be so sad!

On the other side, in the center of Dunholde Castle, which has completely collapsed, the final battle is still going on. Major General Blackmoore is wearing full armor, holding a sword and shield, and leading his most elite troops to resist the endless battle. The endless tide of corpses and those difficult death knights, they must break through the blockade of these guys in order to escape from the dead Dunholde Castle.

But frankly, it's hard!

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The black battle ax slashed fiercely on the major general's shield. A hideous crack was cut in the shield made by the dwarf master. The crazy force forced the major general to take several steps back before he could stand still. And his left arm holding the shield was so sore that it seemed to be broken.

In front of his eyes, a tall orc was wearing black armor and a full-faced black helmet. Huge death energy gathered around his body. Every time the black spine battle ax engraved with runes would easily Let death howl, and then take a life away.

Blackmoore chose a good opponent for himself... It is no exaggeration to say that Glokush Blackhand, the former murderous great chieftain, was the top thug of the Dark Blade Knights. A growing understanding of power shaped him into a fighting machine through and through.

Soldiers! Don't give up!

The major general brandished his long sword, chopped off the head of an undead soldier who rushed forward, and loudly encouraged the surrounding soldiers. He knew very well that if there were not enough soldiers to follow, he would never be able to break through the death tide. He had to guarantee The will of the soldiers to fight.

Roar!

The death knight in front of him uttered a battle roar, and rushed forward again holding the battle axe. The major general gritted his teeth, propped up the shield with both hands, and slashed hard after the blow. When the battle ax collided with the shield, he The bones of the whole body are fighting and screaming.

For Blackmoore to become a general, besides scheming, his own bravery is also a very important factor. This is a powerful human warrior, but unfortunately, he has encountered a stronger opponent.

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The tomahawk and the shield kept colliding, and the major general took several steps back in a row. When the death knight's attack slowed down a bit, his body rushed forward, and the long sword in his hand precisely pierced the gap in the knight's armor in front of him. .

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A stream of icy blood splashed in the air. If the opponent was a living orc, this blow would give him a chance to counterattack or even behead him, but unfortunately, the person in front of him was a dead man.

Being pierced through the abdomen would not be painful at all. Without a trace of hesitation, Glokush moved forward with the long sword pierced through the abdomen. The shield flew away, and even his armor was cut with a bloodstain, and his whole body was thrown out.

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Blackmoore's body fell on the ground of the night, and Glokush's ax left a hideous scar from his abdomen to his chest, which almost defeated the major general's defense. He struggled to get up, turned his head and saw the A dark figure rushing towards him from the other side.

Blackmoore! The dead have come to seek your vengeance!

Your cowardice! Your conspiracy! Your trick! Your desperation! Die! Disgusting bastard!

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Regardless of defense, Rogelio slammed into the major general's body fiercely, knocking his body into the air again. He fell to the ground in embarrassment, and his gorgeous helmet flew out. Just as he was about to get up At that time, he suddenly saw little Thrall appearing at the entrance of the castle. The little orc was rushing out of the castle protecting a little girl. He was wearing a gladiator's chain armor, holding a battle ax and a buckler in his hand.

Thrall also saw the seriously injured General Blackmoore, and he subconsciously rushed over to help. This action brought warmth to the dying general's eyes, but at the next moment, it might be the kindness at the time of death, or maybe it was because he was not reconciled to himself. His fate was about to end here, the general stood up abruptly, and the scout blocked Rogelio's crazy surprise attack with his empty fists.

Run! Thrall! Run!

Leave me alone! Live, you must live! Don't forget the mission I gave you, you must become the leader of the orcs! You must become the greatest hero!

Blackmoore will die this day, but you will inherit my will! I know... run!

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Rogelio's long sword pierced Blackmoore's breastplate ferociously. The brave major general seemed to have lost all his strength. His body collapsed in the trembling pain, and the ugly dead face was tight. Staring at Blackmoore, Rogge's sinister voice sounded in his ears.

You don't deserve to die a hero, you coward! Conspirator! Murderer!

This world will not remember you, Blackmoore, no one will remember you! You will rot like a maggot in darkness and death, I will watch you rot, and I will enjoy your curse!

Pooh

Blackmoore breathed hard. He looked at the dead face in front of him. He recognized the corpse in front of him. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva in disdain:

You...monster!

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The blood-red light in Rogge's eyes jumped violently, and the hilt of the sword in his hand turned outward, completely crushing the pierced heart.

It was you who turned me into a monster! But say what you want...

The monster's revenge begins...