Azeroth’s Death Track

The scene of drastic changes in the world caused an uproar in the whole world.

In the ruins of Mount Hyjal, Tyrion washed his hands in the pool derived from the well water of the Well of Eternity. He raised his head and looked at the ray of heaven in the valley not far from the ruins. The light of the dark moon.

Compared with the silver moon veil that the night elves once worshiped, that dim moonlight is full of completely different meanings. It is like the chill before the war begins, like the cloud that is about to be destroyed, like the roar at the time of killing , like the burning of the fire of vengeance.

That is the moonlight that has nothing to do with peace, it represents the beginning of a transformation of civilization.

Tyrion flicked his fingers, and he asked in a low voice:

Your newly-baked night warrior is coming to seek revenge on me...Do you want me to kneel down to meet the saber she cuts down, or do you want me to be killed by her on the spot to show the greatness of the moon god?

This joke is not funny...

Elune responded in Tyrion's mind:

You just need an exit to keep my boys still convinced that there is hope, and that's it.

Well, you don't sound very happy?

Tyrion moved his shoulders and wrists, as if preparing for a battle, he asked casually:

What? Does educating the brat make you feel tired?

I just think ... it's cruel to let them grow up in this way.

cruel?

Listening to what Elune said, Tyrion sneered and said:

Compared to the worthlessness of letting them die in impotent prayers at the end of the day, compared to the despair that you can't protect the civilization born because of you when the world is destroyed, the pain caused by this mortal war is yours Call it cruel? Elune... I know you're just a child in the concept of the race of titans, but listen to me, in my eyes, it's not your children who need to grow up the most, but yourself !

You will eventually have an inevitable battle with Sargeras. Looking at you now, and looking at the way the Dark Titan cleans the universe, do you really think that you, who are so naive, have a chance of winning?

That's not the future I want!

Elune's tone also became tough:

I was born to be a protoss. I can't choose it. If I can, I don't want to fight to the death with my brother who has fallen into the illusion of destruction!

What use are you telling me?

Tyrion yawned in a beating tone, and he said slowly:

The best thing about this tragic story is that, Elune, I didn't choose you, but your people chose you, and they imposed the impossible on you, and you had to Do, unless you are willing to be slashed to death by Sargeras' sword...will you?

Elune stopped talking, but this silence also represented a kind of acquiescence.

In this world, no one is truly free, and even the Titans, who are stronger than the gods, have their own cruel fates.

But don't worry, little Elune.

Tyrion saw the warrior rushing from the dim beam of light. He waved his fingers forward, and the heavy Ashbringer appeared in his hand. He said to Elune:

I will stand by your side, and I don't want to be hacked to death by Sargeras' sword, so you still have a chance of winning... Speaking of which, how much power did you pour into Tyrande? This kind of energy fluctuation, It looks kind of weird, doesn't it?

Not much! No matter how talented Tyrande is, he's just a mortal...

Elune's sly voice echoed in Tyrion's mind:

But if you don't pay attention, you might really get beaten up by her... Finish the scene well, Tyrion, and we'll talk about the rest later...

Also...thank you.

Facing the gratitude from the Protoss, the High Lord just shook his head and did not comment on it. Elune did not know the future growth path that Tyrion arranged for her. If she knew, she would never Simply thank him.

Without pain, where does the strength come from?

The great lord flipped his wrist, and the heavy Ashbringer let out a cry of anticipation for the battle. On the messy battlefield before Tyrion's eyes, Tyrande, who had completely transformed into a night warrior, descended from the sky in the posture of a Valkyrie. The moment the power of the dark moon fell to the ground, the entire battlefield was like a stone bombarded by a war hammer, and a quarter of it cracked in an instant.

In the energy collision like an earthquake, Tyrande stood in the center of the shattered earth in the posture of a warrior, her armor dress has completely turned into a armor engraved with dark moon runes, her face The face is no longer the green magic pattern smeared by the priests, replaced by a plain face, but around the eyes, like smoky makeup, is full of black dark moon power.

Under the reshaping of the dark moon, the white feather war bow in her hand became a double-headed war halberd. On both sides of the war halberd, there are sharp moon-shaped blades. At first glance, it looks like It was like a silver war sickle, and on that sharp blade, the lingering power of the dark moon formed a sharper energy blade, just like Tyrande wielding a black beheading sickle.

On her body, a black halo reshaped by the dim moon phase shrouded the armor, like a thicker battle armor, and the misty lingering power was full of chilling and destructive, Put a layer of cruel temperament on Tyrande.

When she raised her head and opened her eyes, those pure black pupils made people feel even more chilling.

The Lord of Death...

Tyrande said softly in an extremely hoarse voice:

I'm here... for revenge!

Faced with this challenge, Tyrion held the Shadow Blade that split into the sky and shadows in front of him, brushed his fingers against the thick blade, and in the movement of waving his fingertips, a dark shadow of the sword cut through the air, sending out a sound like With a whistling sound like the wind, he stretched out his finger, hooked his finger to Tyrande, and said in a calm and emotionless voice:

Then come... let me see if your revenge is sharp enough.

boom

The ground under Tyrande's feet was shattered again by the eruption of the power of the dark moon. She rushed towards Tyrion in front of her like a galloping female leopard. Those dark eyes were full of cold killing intent. Under the burst of the power of the night just obtained, the road Tyrande charged through was like being cut by a sharp knife, the ground was split open, bricks and rocks were scattered everywhere, and the momentum was very much like those berserk warriors.

At this moment, Tyrande was not elegant, and even looked extremely rough, but under the charge of this warrior, she also covered her with a layer of heroism.

clang

The charge of the night warrior came to an abrupt end between the clashes of weapons. Standing in front of Tyrande, Tyrion's body did not shake, just like a solid mountain. Suppressed in place, the female warrior's power that was not well used was poured back into her body, and passed to the ground under her feet.

boom

Like the sound of a cannonball exploding, at the moment when the ground mixed with ash exploded, Tyrion flipped his wrist and pushed Tyrande, who was holding a scythe in both hands, out.

Nice vibe...

The high lord flicked his wrist, he looked at Tyrande:

Battle skills are just a little bit short. With all due respect, Tyrande, you are wielding a warrior's war blade in the way of a priest. You are a beginner. You still have a lot to learn...

Tyrion lowered his body slightly, a cold look flashed in his icy blue eyes, and he whispered:

Fortunately, I can spare some time because I'm so busy...Let me teach you how to hold a knife!

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Fifteen minutes later, the great lord returned to the realm of the dead. He casually took off his swordsman's robe that had been cut to pieces, and then looked at the interlaced knife marks on his chest. Under the surge of death energy, the scars quickly dissipated.

Well... I'm a quick learner...

This is a set exit. Regardless of Tyrande's strength, Tyrion must be repulsed by the counterattack of the first night warrior, so as to continue to demonstrate the strength of the moon god Elune.

But the great lord didn't take this retirement to heart. He walked quickly to his castle. It stands tall on the new land, and the power belonging to this dead world is transforming it.

The burned branches will eventually be reborn from the ashes, and the world tree, which originally represented life, will also occupy a very important position in the order of the dead world... It will be the core of Tyrion's plan for the dead world In the first ring, with this world tree that can extract and convert energy, Tyrion's dead world will completely get rid of the plight of dead water and become a real hell that can transfer souls.

Of course, all this planning takes time...

You'll end up being the ring!

Under the world tree that had just been transplanted to the dead world and quickly withered under the influence of the power of the dead world, Tyrion put his finger on the dry bark that was burned. He raised his head and looked at the tree that seemed to have come from Under the watchful eyes of the great lord of the dead world, the big tree fished from the coal pile, this world tree with its own consciousness seems to be trembling.

It is terrified, because it does not know what kind of future it will have under Tyrion's intervention.

Don't be afraid... the painful memories have passed, and the meaningless ten thousand years of life have passed...

Tyrion said softly:

Starting today, Nordrassil, you will use your strong branches to prop up a new era... a most perfect era born from the ashes of the fire of war!

The shadow appeared behind Tyrion in a ghostly manner, and she whispered to Tyrion:

Ms. Maiev please come back, she is resting in the castle now, a powerful watcher like her must be transformed by you...but she is very uncooperative, even after losing her life, she is still stubborn the warden.

Those are small problems.

Tyrion did not look back. He took his hand from the bark of Nordrassil, and he patted the ashes in his hand. He said:

I believe that Maiev will eventually understand the path we are on, and she will eventually join us in our cause, just as you have. Is our guest, Lady Ysera, ready?

Shadow nodded:

Ms. Ysera is very painful and very angry because of the loss of her lover. She is willing to cooperate with us...

very good!

The great lord flicked his fingers:

The boring war in this world is over, it's time to step into the battlefield of nightmares... I hope that those new enemies in that place can show enough firmness and tenacity... Let us have a good fight.

And at the moment when Tyrion was planning and preparing for a new war, in the ruins of the holy mountain of Hyjal he had just left, Tyrande was half kneeling on a piece of land that was completely torn apart by power. As beautiful as the Kaldorei Holy Land, looking around, there are desolate ruins and the dead bodies in the ruins.

The night warrior's armor was covered with scars from the power of death. Judging from those scars, Tyrion had at least 3 chances to kill her directly, but the death tyrant didn't do that, and Tyrande's final blow , Although Tyrion's chest was torn apart, the night warrior knew very well that it was definitely not a fatal injury to a person who wielded death.

He retreated voluntarily...

It wasn't because of Tyrande's threat. Tyrande, who initially accepted the power of the night warrior, was not a threat to Tyrande, who had already infiltrated the core power of death.

Tyrande herself knew it well, but she couldn't tell the truth.

Behind her, those elves who survived the death war on the eve of dawn saw the scene of Tyrande repelling Tyrion with their own eyes. The appearance of Germany and the rescue of Tyrande gave them new confidence and hope to continue on.

At the moment when the halo of the dark moon dissipated, when the sun once again shone on the ruined battlefield of Mount Hyjal, the surviving elves silently stepped over the bodies of their companions and stood on the half-kneeling ground of Thailand. Behind Rand, they looked at their leader with complicated eyes. They were at a loss, and they didn't know how to face the loss of eternal life.

For the death that is bound to come, the death that has been unfamiliar for ten thousand years, everyone is at a loss. In the confusion, there is still a trace of fear that cannot be concealed, the fear of death, the fear of old age, and the limited life. The fear is a kind of urging, a sense of urgency of life instinct.

Tyrande could feel the gaze behind her. She propped up her body with her scythe, and under the sunlight, her shadow was stretched out. She turned around and looked at her people. She saw Seeing the confusion in the people's eyes and the hesitation in her eyes, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to speak. After hesitating for a few minutes, Tyrande's hoarse voice sounded in this ruined holy place, neither impassioned nor impassioned. No despair.

With the calmness of speaking to the people on weekdays, she said softly:

I know that you are very confused. I know that Kaldorei will no longer live forever after last night. I know that you are in pain and despair.

You want hope of living from me, you want to hear me tell you that last night was just a nightmare, and when we wake up, we will still live happily in the forest of Mount Hyjal...

but not!

The moment Tyrande finished speaking, the sobs of some vulnerable soldiers rang out, and the sobs of pain infected others even more, making the already bad atmosphere even more bleak.

After a few seconds of calm, Tyrande took a deep breath, and the sun shone on her dusty and scarred face, covering the former moon priest with a halo of sunlight:

The catastrophe has struck, my brethren, the Kaldorei's age of immortality is over, we have been out of this world for too long...it is time to truly enter this world...we don't have much time to grieve, not much Time to reminisce about the past and look around you, fellow citizens, and people waiting for news of our victory...

Go, collect the remains of your companions, and prepare to start a new life.

Tyrande was silent for a moment, and she whispered:

We have lost too much, and we cannot allow what we still have to be taken away! From now on, we must be strong. From now on, no disaster can knock us down. From now on, even if we lose The most important thing, but Kaldorei still won't live with his head down!

Remember this pain! Remember this shame! Sisters, from now on, we are all warriors...