Azeroth’s Death Track

The ritual of making an elemental contract has nothing to do with time.

Just like when Dornan signed an elemental contract with Krogmore when he was a child, the process took several years. At that time, Dornan was still stupid. She just regarded this weird and lonely stone man as a playmate, and used The child's pure heart and undisguised kindness were recognized by Krogmore. In fact, Krogmore concluded the elemental contract with Dornan on his own initiative.

As for the second elemental partner, Little Lager, its birth was an accident, and the Balrog element of the young body can't be said to have any strength and resistance. Became Dornan's elemental companion.

So in theory, don't look at Dornan having two crazy elemental partners that make countless shamans jealous, but in fact, this time the elemental contract with Sunderland the Windchaser is really concluded for Dornan. Said it was the first time...

And the first time this child took the initiative to conclude a contract with a terrifying air elemental prince who has lived from the creation of the world to the present. If it was Sunderland in its heyday, even if Tyrion wanted to deal with it, he would need to spend a little time. Time, these elemental creatures born at the time of creation, their combat effectiveness and intensity of consciousness are extremely terrifying.

No one knows how long it will take Dornan to complete the elemental contract with Sunderland, not even Dornan himself.

But when Dornan's soul was in contact with Sunderland, she could clearly feel what was happening outside, just like now, facing the sudden appearance of the south wind lord Chiamet who came to disrupt the situation, even though The bastard barely spoke, but Dornan could still feel the guy's hostility towards him, more precisely, towards Sunderland.

This is the memory of my last battle with the sneak attacking fire elemental during the Battle of the Overlord...

In that soul contact, Sunderland's deep, storm-like voice echoed:

You just need to read it, just read this last memory of mine, and I will recognize your talent...I will give you a chance to conclude a contract!

In front of Sunderland, Dornan in the soul state looked very haggard. Sunderland the Windchaser is a weird guy. It did not test Dornan with pure strength. On the contrary, it required Dornan to use From its point of view, the complete experience belongs to the life of the wind chaser, which sounds like a simple requirement, but how long is the life of an elemental creature?

It took at least a million years from the birth of Sunderland until it became the elemental lord... and no matter how tough Dornan's soul was, she was just a child, she was a flesh and blood creature, that kind of million years His lonely memory may be common to elements, but it is definitely unacceptable to the consciousness of a flesh and blood creature.

If it is an ordinary person, in the middle of reading these millions of years of memory, it may go completely crazy due to the disorder of senses and time thinking, but Dornan has also studied at the Throne of Elements, she can understand the world view of elements, the great shaman They have also taught her how to live with the elements, so she can bear the pressure of that complicated memory.

But now, she sensed the battle outside again...

She could clearly see the battle between her partners and the strange and powerful Lord of the South Wind, and she could feel every pain Taelia and Vanessa suffered when the lightning strikes struck her. She can feel the anger of being crushed and beaten when her elemental partner Krogmo is fighting with the adult body wind element lord, and she can even feel every crushing blow suffered by the death demigod Arceus .

There are also little Anduin and Sarantia, two children who were frightened by the destructive storm on the battlefield. She could feel the fear and anxiety in the hearts of the two children, but she was relieved that , fear did not overwhelm them... Anduin and Sarantia are also using their own holy light to support their sisters in the battle.

They have worked very hard, but facing the Lord of the South Wind, one of the Lords of the Four Winds, and the powerful element that holds the essence of the storm, it is difficult for them to see the hope of victory in the battle...

After all, the shaman who is the most suitable for fighting the elements, the one who knows the elements best, and the only one here who knows how to really hurt the mighty elemental lord, she, Dornan, can only watch as a bystander She watched her friends and relatives fight for herself, but she couldn't help them without completing the elemental contract in front of her... This feeling of powerlessness made Dornan's tired heart grow angry.

She raised her head abruptly, looking at the huge wind elemental prince in front of her, she clenched her fists:

enough!

My friends and family are suffering! Let me out! To hell with you and your game!

You are free, Sunderland, go away!

Facing Dornan's anger, Sunderland looked very calm. This air elemental prince has lived for endless years, and he doesn't even need to perceive to know where Dornan's anger comes from. Its rumbling voice is In this world of the soul resounds:

Anger, it's rotting your mind, Dornan, the suffering of your companions makes you feel pain, you are eager to help them, but...do you have the ability to help them?

You have great talent, but you don't have great power... That is the Lord of the South Wind, Chiamet. In my time, it was just a negligible unknown, but its power is far beyond what ordinary people can match. You Your companions are protecting you, but they don't know that it is a strategy of the cunning Chiamet, whose thunderstorms take time to brew...

There was a hint of disdain in Sunderland's voice:

Look up at the sky, Dornan, while your companions are fighting for your precious time, the power that Chiamet is brewing in the sky is also increasing... Once its power spreads across this sky, The lightning hell driven by it can kill all your companions in an instant...

Look, there's not much time left for you and them, little Dornan, it's a pity that you don't have enough strength to make a comeback. Until now, do you still think that the initiative is in your hands?

You need my power! Dornan, with your talent, once the elemental contract is concluded, I will be able to give you the power of my calm wind immediately, and even allow you to cross the stupid obstacles of flesh and blood, and realize the relationship with the elements. True integration and ascension... But, if you want to get my power and my obedience, you must complete the ceremony I gave you... because I have my pride, the pride of the wind chaser, then It's something you can't understand right now.

So, if I were you...I would hurry up and not be here discussing these meaningless things with me...Son, if your soul can't break through the chains of emotions, how can you achieve real What about elemental detachment?

I...

Dornan couldn't refute Sunderland's words. She looked back at the ongoing battle in Crystal Valley. As Sunderland said, in the sky that the other children didn't notice, the frightening power of thunder and lightning It is rising rapidly, and may soon really fill this world, and the cunning south wind lord Chiamat... It seems to be having fun with the children, but in fact this cunning guy has been delaying time. ..

The disgusting bastard!

The power behind you may be very strong, but Dornan, that's his power, he can't protect you forever...

Sunderland's voice sounded again:

Now, it's up to you to gain your own strength... How can you become strong without painful tempering? Without passing the test of setbacks, the courage you insist on is meaningless.

So, I will give you one last chance, Dornan. Windrunner. Dawnblade... This is the final test of the power of the elements. Do you accept it? Or reject it?

It takes too long to look through your memory completely, they can't last until that time!

Dornan turned his head and looked at Sunderland. There was a flash of determination in the girl's eyes. She took a step forward and stretched out her hand towards Sunderland:

To hell with the old-fashioned elemental contract, let me solve this problem in my own way.

You insist that I read your memory, which means that you need me to understand your experience, and that a powerful elemental lord like you is willing to put on such a low profile, it means that you have something to ask of me, and you want me to help you something, so, to take one of my father's favorite sayings...

To hell with the red tape, is there a deal? Sunderland...

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Above the clouds rolling over Silithus, Tyrion held out his fingers, and the heavy Ashbringer jumped into his hand.

At his level, the little tricks played by the Lord of the South Wind, Chiamet, could not be hidden from him. Seeing that the lightning power over Silithus had accumulated to a very high concentration, the Lord was not going to sit by and watch any longer. .

If this is the highest level of combat power of the Sky Wall...

The great lord took a step forward. He looked at Chiamet who was playing games with the children under the clouds below. He moved his wrist with some disdain:

That's really disappointing... This clumsy game should end! Dare to play with the children's will to fight, this guy... damn it!

Then go kill it!

Behind him, the already impatient blood mistress drew the bow in her hand, and she said in a cold voice:

Such bastards who play tricks are not worth living at all!

Okay, don't be angry...

Tyrion shrugged, and the next moment, his figure quickly fell into the sky:

I'm going right now.

The body of the Lord of Souls quickly fell into the sky covered by the thunderstorm. Those jumping, noisy, rampant lightning sparks were like snakes smelling their prey, and Tyrion fell into the cloud. However, the moment the lightning condensed by these elemental powers touched Tyrion, they would be completely disintegrated by the cold withering death.

They can't even get close to him...

Although the power of the elements is a strange form that is free from the six basic powers of the stars, such power must also follow the restrictions of the power level, and they will also be disturbed by other powers. Mate's power level, it can't hurt Tyrion... To rely on pure elements to defeat the great lord, at least the four wind lords must gather together, or simply let the wind rider Al'Akir take action .

Any force, no matter how beautiful or ugly, as long as it reaches the extreme, it will explode into incomparable destructiveness.

And on the battlefield of Crystal Valley, Lord Nanfeng, who was leisurely delaying time with the children, also raised his head suddenly at this moment. Amidst the squalling wind in the sky and the frightening neighing of thunder and lightning, it could feel a terrifying existence speeding up. near...

This feeling was experienced countless times by Chiamet on the battlefield of the Elemental War... It was a fatal feeling!

It's time to end!

This was probably the first time the Lord of the South Wind made a sound on the battlefield. Its voice was as hoarse and ugly as lightning flashing in the wind. It was like a bad old man full of evil thoughts. It didn't have the elegance of an elemental lord at all. No wonder it's always silent.

In Chiamet's raised hands, the thunderclouds flying all over the sky roared and gathered together, and then concentratedly blasted towards the Crystal Valley in front of it with the posture of thousands of thunderbolts. Like the catastrophe of the world.

However, at the moment when Tyrion was about to use his power to protect the children, a special power burst out from the deepest part of Crystal Valley...

The appearance of this power made Tyrion, who was about to save the field, suddenly stop in mid-air. He looked at the battlefield of Crystal Valley covered by thunder. After a while, a smile appeared on the face of the great lord. In that smile, Full of parental pride...

Good boy...didn't let me down...

At this moment, the noisy and restless stormy thunderclouds in the entire desert of Silithus stopped suddenly, as if they had received orders from a higher level, the Lord of the South Wind, Chiamet, looked blankly at the rapidly dissipating madness around him. Thunder and lightning, it looked at the dense dark clouds slowly receding in the sky, and the evening sun shone on the earth again.

In less than 5 seconds, the battlefield where it originally had the upper hand was overturned in an instant, and in the midair illuminated by the sun, Chiamet saw an elf floating in the sky, the latter Like an audience, looking at it.

But this is not because of the intervention of the creature with terrifying power, no! This is not, this is another kind of power, which belongs to the power of wind...a higher level of wind power.

Quiet wind!

In the history of the Sky Wall, only two elements have such a terrifying power to command the winds. It is impossible for Al'Akir, the wind rider, to appear here, so the only thing that interferes with the battlefield is...

It's been gone for hundreds of thousands of years, Chiamet...

Dornan, who was suspended in mid-air like a goddess of storms, shone with dancing blue thunder in his eyes. The invisible wind wrapped her slender body. Outside her body, layers of wind power gathered rapidly. , Let Sunderland's body stand on the ground again, the revived Prince of Wind opened his hand, and the Blade of Calm Wind shining with endless thunder appeared in its hand.

With the help of Dornan's body, Sunderland, the windchaser who projected consciousness, looked at the terrified south wind lord Siamet in front of him, and its roaring voice sounded on the completely quiet battlefield:

You're still the same as before, mouse! You're worthless!

But it doesn't matter, Chiamet... the hatred, the betrayal, the betrayal... the account between me and Lord Four Winds, today, we will slowly settle...

It starts with... you!