Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 780 32. The Sacrificial (Part 1)-Adding more for Midsummer's presumptuous brothers [12]

The blazing World Tree continuously peeled off its scorched branches, and those pages that were burned during the black fire were turned into smears of ashes flying all over the sky. Blows in all directions.

Tyrion sat calmly on the wicker chair found in the ruins, with his hands folded on his chest, his right leg raised and resting on the knee of his left leg, his head resting on the wicker chair, the off-white His long hair fell over his shoulders, and his eyes stared straight ahead, empty of anything.

In front of his eyes, on the bluestone road leading to the World Tree, more and more night elves came back from everywhere. They stood together silently, and the anger in everyone's heart gathered invisibly, and soon became It became an aggressive and angry aura, and some humans, orcs, or helpers from other races mixed among these elves, and the torches they lit in the dark night were like dots of light.

In the front of the elves, Tyrande, the blood-stained priest of the moon, had already grasped the white feather bow in his hand. The beautiful eyes of this high priest of the moon god were also full of uncontrollable anger. The Archdruid Malfurion stood up on the ground. He was tortured by the power of the nightmare and is still in a very weak state, but in this weak body, a flame is burning, supporting his life .

Illidan Stormrage, the dark hero known as The Betrayer, is holding his own Azzinoth Warblade. Judging from his silent and murderous posture, maybe the next moment, he will twitch The knife rushed towards the great lord in front of him.

They are facing each other... that invisible momentum is enough to overwhelm any weakling.

And under this silent night, in a certain entrance opened by the dead world, several death lords who have finished cleaning the battlefield are sitting there, as if watching a war movie that is about to kick off. They are also participants in this war, but they will not foolishly disturb the elegant spirit of the boss, so they appear here as bystanders.

Boss is getting more and more nasty.

Luminas took a sip of the blood wine and said to her companions:

Obviously he's doing something good, but he insists on acting like the villain who destroyed the world... Maybe he likes this tone.

No!

The silent Rogelio took a sip of his wine and said to Luminas and Serente beside him:

What the boss said before is correct. In such a scene, no matter how you explain it, the night elves won't listen. They don't want to hear any truth at all. Now they stubbornly believe that the boss ruined everything for them. Even if they know it's saving them...they can't see the truth, and they don't want to see the truth.

Perfect immortality ends tonight, and any sane person would go mad.

Celent shrugged, he moved his neck, and said with emotion:

The Kaldorei think that they are nobler and wiser than other races, but in fact they are not... They are also mortals, and they also have desires, and the existence of this tree has made them fall into the shackles of desires for thousands of years. They can no longer extricate themselves, and anyone who wants to help them get rid of the shackles will be regarded as an enemy that must be defeated... They will call us evil, just like those humans.

When they ask for more than what they deserve, the mortal race will do unreasonable and stupid things. Stupidity is a felony. Unfortunately, there are too many such sinners.

Yrel, who was leaning against the floating darkness, held up her small flagon with some regret, and she sipped the cold wine in the flagon. She remembered what the old people said about The story of how the eredar were seduced and fallen by the dark titan made her suddenly have a strong sense of déjà vu.

Even the eredar who are naturally immortal will make the same mistake, not to mention these night elves who only live for 10,000 years, they think it is a blessing, they think it is what they are born to enjoy... .But no, the guardian dragon of this world is too emotional to give mortals some power that should not be mastered by mortals, but this eternal power turns into a curse and blindfolds their eyes.

Breaking illusions is hated, and taking things from others is also hated.

Sister Ho flicked her tail, turned her head and walked into the depths of the world of death with a somewhat dispirited look:

Boss knows this better than anyone else. Instead of humbly explaining something to a group of blindfolded people, it is better to appear in a destructive posture and give these poor people an object of hatred so that they will not completely lose everything. Crash... At the end of the day, we know we're doing good, doing justice, and that's enough, there's no need for anyone else to know...

We didn't do these things to become heroes. There's nothing to see next... I'm going to the hot spring, Lumi, are you going?

Of course! Wait for me! Cute Yrel... let's have a drink together.

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Tyrion didn't know how his subordinates commented on him. Of course, he wouldn't care if he knew. The changes in the world have fully proved this point.

He's only halfway through his plan for the world, maybe there really is some kind of power in this world that can stop his wrongdoing, but it definitely won't be the group of night elves in front of him...

He has seen too many big scenes... The scene in front of him, which was hostile by tens of thousands of people, could no longer shake his heart.

After all, what's the point of having more ants?

You brought these bastards here with an angry face, why...

The Highlord hated the gleam of anger in those elves' eyes. He hated this pointless behavior. Were the kaldorei going to kill him with their eyes?

So with undisguised malice, he tilted his head and looked at the three people representing the Kaldorei civilization in front of him... He said softly:

You guys, do you have any opinions?

boom

The scorching fel energy filled Illidan's body like a magma eruption at this moment, and every fel energy pattern on his body began to shine. The fel energy filled in the demon hunter's body allowed him to complete the demon transformation in an instant , the magic energy turned into dark energy entangled on Illidan's double blades, his figure was like a black gust of wind, between the cold blades of the two green moon blades, slashing towards Terry high neck.

clang

A crisp sound...

The great lord's fingers entwined with the power of death pinched the blade that Illidan had slashed precisely, and stopped the sharp blade containing endless evil energy abruptly in front of his eyes, while the other war blade staggered Blocked by the power of darkness wrapped around the great lord, it was like a strong shield of energy. Amidst the sparks flying, Illidan's full blow was easily dispelled.

knife...

Tyrion looked at the demon hunter whose face changed dramatically. From his finger holding the blade of Azzinoth, the extremely cold death energy quickly covered the blade of evil fire like a snake crawling in the dark. On the surface, it was like a bonfire that had encountered a blizzard. The flaming fire of fel energy was silently extinguished wherever the dead frost went.

Illidan's figure retreated rapidly. In order to prevent the weird death frost from contaminating his body, the war blade on his left hand remained between Tyrion's fingers. The high lord stood up, and at the moment Illidan returned to his previous position, , he holds this heavy and strange legendary weapon in his hand, he can feel the resistance of the manic soul in this moon blade sword, but where the cold, withering frost goes, even the legendary weapon His soul was also frozen.

swish

Tyrion brandished the alien weapon, and finally, shaking his head, looking at the frozen blade in his hand, he said to Illidan:

Knife is a very sacred weapon... A good knife is very difficult. Fortunately, it is lucky to find a good owner...

whoosh

The frozen sword was thrown out by the great lord, and it was precisely inserted into the ground at Illidan's feet during the whistling. The demon hunter silently picked up the frozen moon blade, held it in his hand, let his The fire of fel energy melted the ice on the surface of the war blade. Tyrion pointed his finger, and a black-red straight-edged sword completely condensed by the power of death appeared in his hand.

He pressed the weird, straight-edged sword entwined with tiny lightning bolts to his forehead, like a ritual, and then pointed the blade at the three people in front of him.

But weapons are used to challenge the strong...Obviously, you are not...

Come on, Avengers of the Kaldorei, I will give you another chance...Keep me down, and you can save your tree, but a friendly reminder, if you dare to step into the battlefield, be prepared to bleed in advance... .”

As soon as the words fell, Tyrande, full of anger, raised his hands, and the power of the moon god lingered on the body of the moon priest, making her the most shining light source in the night that was tumbling endlessly because of the burning black fire. The summoned power of the moon god shrouded Illidan's body like a silver tulle, as if adding a layer of armor to the demon hunter.

Eluen...turn your anger into a star of destruction, and punish the demons in front of you!

In the deepest night before dawn, under the control of Tyrande, the falling stars shining like a starry sky fell on the great lord in front of him like a rain of meteors gathered together. The moment Dan started to attack, behind them, the night elves who shared the same hatred let out howls like wolves. These forest elves drew their weapons and rushed towards the only enemy in front of them like a rolling tide.

clang

The moonblade wrapped in raging evil fire collided with the black straight-edged sword. Tyrion's body was majestic and motionless. He didn't even care about the demon hunter who spread his wings in front of him and was about to challenge him to hunt. He raised his head, Looking at the whistling falling stars in the sky, he shook his head amidst the fluttering of long gray hair.

Is that all the power that Elune bestows on you?

Look directly, the true face of death!

crash

With Tyrion's body as the center of the circle, the dark and cold storm whizzed up at this moment. The power of the dead world, which was darker and deeper than the night, rushed towards the face in a noisy manner, slowly spreading across Illidan. Looking up, the shadowy wind blew away the endless storm, and the warrior who was like a ghost who destroyed everything appeared once again under the sky of burning Nordrassil in the form of a giant.

This time, Tyrion didn't manipulate the goblin warrior, instead, he gave it complete freedom.

Evil ghosts, devour them!

Tyrion swung the black straight-edged sword in his hand forward, and the evil ghost warrior gathered by his will raised his two swords. In the flash of dark light, dozens of meteors falling from the sky were easily chopped into pieces. , amidst the howling bricks and stones, Tyrion's tattered black swordsman's robes fluttered on the battlefield, his dark figure was like a gust of wind and lightning, and every blow from the light blade in his hand would make the main attacker in front of him, Yili. Dan kept pulling back.

The demon hunter, who was originally good at aggressiveness, was forced to display a defensive temperament at this moment, and the two Azzinoth warglaives were once again covered with cold death under the blow of the straight-edged sword full of death. Frost.

Is this what you are capable of? Illidan!

Is this the power you paid for your eyes? Stormrage!

What are you afraid of? What are you hesitating about? What are you worried about?

Tyrion's low-pitched sarcasm did not make Illidan panic. This demon hunter was like a rock between the dark tides, standing in the flowing river of death, as if he would never be defeated.

Free yourself! Let me see... your demons!

boom

Illidan's double blades were intertwined in front of his chest, but Tyrion kicked the frozen double blades. The force mixed with pure death blasted Illidan from the original place, and even the ground in front of Tyrion's eyes They were all torn apart by a terrifying gap. Between the splashes of bricks and stones, the High Lord looked back at the elves who were slaughtered by the evil ghost warriors. He shook his head, and a cold smile flashed on his face:

Look, so many faces, so few smiles...why not...a smile?

Tyrion waved his fingers forward, and the gate of the dead world slammed open behind him. In the wide eyes of Tyrande and Malfurion, who were trying to stop the evil ghost warrior, the roaring death gods holding war scythes Floating in the air, it merged into a frightening torrent of darkness.

You want to protect them?

The finger of the great lord seemed to have pulled the trigger. The next moment, the roaring gods of death waved their scythes and laughed silently in the darkness, rushing into those who were trying to save Among the elf soldiers who fought back.

Unfortunately...the method is wrong...

At the moment when the soul-plundering death army rushed into the battlefield, the high lord withdrew his gaze from the battlefield. He looked at Illidan who was rushing towards him again, and he looked at Illidan who was calling for the power of the moon god to protect him. Tyrande, who had as many tribesmen as possible, had a gleam of light in his ice blue eyes, and the figure of the great lord appeared behind Tyrande like a dark lightning. In the roar of Illidan and Malfurion, , Tyrion said softly:

You don't want to become a demon...is it because of her? It's a pity you put yourself in chains...but it's a wrong fate...

Tyrion swung the dark sword high, and Tyrande's face wrapped in the power of the moon god was ashamed at this moment.

Don't worry, I'll help you, correct it!