Azeroth’s Death Track

The naga hail from the deep seas of Azeroth.

In the deep sea under tens of thousands of meters, the darkness without sunlight is always the norm. That kind of terrifying darkness will drive all normal creatures who enter here crazy, and there are even more terrifying things hidden in that darkness.

How did the naga survive in that hell?

Of course, they took refuge with those lunatics who were always whispering in the abyss, and what else could they do?

The evil magic power from the Old Gods distorted the naga's shape, and by the way, their souls. They began to hate the living like the dead, especially the two-legged creatures that occupied the sun and the sky on the land. They wanted to destroy them completely. Those stupid guys.

But now it seems that the naga's hatred for the living is nothing compared to the undead, and they have not gained new power from this hatred. Hundreds of naga were attacked by the wraiths, They only persisted for less than 10 seconds before they dispersed. The wraiths screamed and rushed down from the sky. Their cold forms brought out a series of hateful screams and howls in the darkness.

The eyes of those naga who were too late to escape into the water were full of fear, and they waved the trident feebly in their hands, but this heavy and sharp weapon could not hurt those incorporeal ghosts at all, and the blade passed through the ghost's body , does nothing but make them crazier.

And those naga screamed in the flesh and blood torn apart by the sharp claws of the wraiths. Their twisted souls were pulled out by the wraiths, torn into pieces, and devoured frantically.

This scene made bystanders feel scared.

Especially Red Blackhand, this orc never believed in ghosts, even though several living death knights were standing beside him, and he had seen how death knights awaken corpses, but this was not enough to make this young orc Facing thousands of violent wraiths without changing his face.

In fact, every time he met the eyes of those wraiths, he could feel the desire of these violent souls to tear him apart completely.

It made him feel parched, and he was scared... even though he was now siding with these wraiths.

Coward! Chop Suey!

boom

Gul'dan gathered the magic energy in his hands, and leaned against the ogre, using magic to fight against the howling wraith.

Even if he doesn't summon demons, as a great warlock, he can still use other spells. He blasted two balls of brimstone fire with both hands, and wiped out the wraiths pounced on him. A large magic shield covers two people in it. As long as the wraiths collide with this dark blue shield, they will be repelled.

Wraiths look terrifying, but whether it is holy light or magic, they can cause serious damage to them. The advantages and disadvantages of undead creatures are obvious. Facing these roaring wraiths, as long as Gul'dan is given enough time , he can completely eliminate them all.

Unfortunately, he has no time.

boom

The halberd wrapped in dark red death energy slammed hard on the magic shield propped up by Chogall. This heavy blow made the huge shield sway, and the end that came into contact with the death energy began to be corroded rapidly. , the speed at which the magic power passed made Chogall's face change.

Gul'dan! You block them! (Buy me time!)

The ogre retracted its shield at the next moment, and the warlock turned his head and stared at him. He turned his head and opened his hands. The evil energy in his hands roared into the dark sky, turning into a rain of scorching flames that fell from the sky. Like a burning curtain, it blocked the fearful wraiths in front.

But this kind of attack couldn't stop the death knight. Seeing Glokush rushing forward with a roar, Gul'dan threw a soul fire with his hands. The moment the purple flame appeared, the temperature of the surrounding area rose. The fireball hit the death knight's chest, knocking Glokush back a few steps.

And at this moment, a black shadow tore through the rain of flames covering the surroundings, and rushed in front of Gul'dan. The orc warlock only had time to bless himself with three defensive spells, and the roaring halberd hit his chest. The distance tore apart the shadow barrier and shredded the demon's skin, and the mixed dark red death force left a terrible scar on Gul'dan's chest.

ah!

The orc warlock screamed and took a few steps back, but this pain also aroused the ferocity in the orc's bones. He crossed his hands and stood in front of him, a gloomy light jumped out of the dark red eyes, and the thick evil energy was His body was entwined, and his body swelled in just an instant. Under the blessing of evil energy, he grew demon horns, and there were bat wings and sharp claws on his back.

High-level warlocks' knowledge of demon research allows them to temporarily transform into half-demons. In this state, the warlock's manipulation of evil energy will be as violent as a demon, and he can even use some demon's innate skills.

The demon incarnation is harmful to the body and soul of the warlock. The longer the duration, the stronger the transformation of the warlock will be. Using this spell means that the battle has reached the desperate stage, or the enemy will be killed , or be killed by yourself.

boom

The sharp claws covered with dark green evil energy collided with Tyrion's halberd, and the two of them were wrestling, fighting in the center of the platform, and neither was willing to take a step back.

I will not die here!

Gul'dan shouted: I have paid so much, not to die here, not to die at the hands of a dead man!

Are you comforting yourself?

Tyrion's voice remained unchanged: It's so pitiful!

swish

He withdrew his halberd and took two steps back. Other death knights stood around him. Tyrion moved his neck, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:

Go together!

Swish Swish Swish Swish

In just an instant, five blood servant wardens hiding in the darkness appeared beside Gul'dan wielding a knife wheel. On the hideous weapon, the light of the night elf's evil rune shone, and it easily cut through the ancient sword. Erdan's demon skin, let the blood mixed with fel energy splatter.

This wave of raids was completely beyond the warlock's expectations, and he had to back away in severe pain. The berserk fel magic was thrown from his hands, and there was almost no need to aim, just to buy time.

buzzing

The three demon eyes floating in the air were summoned by Gul'dan. The eyeballs were filled with evil energy and released intertwined eye ridges to disperse the death knights who were approaching. However, within 2 seconds, this The three eyeballs were cut to pieces by the recoiled death knights.

Look! This is called playing with fire!

Luminas laughed wildly and jumped up, the two knives in her hands crossed in the air, and the moment she passed Gul'dan's head, both knives stabbed out together.

puff

The wings on the warlock's back were pierced, and the severe pain made his attacking movements out of shape. The next moment, the war halberd swept towards him like a poisonous snake. In the dim light shining on the top of the temple, a dark red light was intertwined with the dancing of swords In the next scene, Gul'dan's abdomen was torn apart by the halberd.

His cheek was turned to the other side by a heavy punch. Glokush rushed up, wrapped his hands around the Warlock's waist, and smashed against him on the damaged platform like a charging bull. On the pillar, bricks and stones flew across in an instant.

boom

Gul'dan felt that all the bones in his body were broken in this impact. He waved his hands and wanted to fight back, but when he raised his eyes, the halberd wrapped in the dark red power of death had already pierced through the air. .

puff

With blood splattering everywhere, his body was nailed to the stone pillar, and the pain piercing through his chest forced the warlock's devil incarnate form to be broken abruptly.

He lowered his head and clasped the halberd on his chest with both hands, but the power flowed from his body, making it impossible for him to shake this sharp weapon that took life.

He stepped into Tyrion's trap again, and it was the same trap. In Quel'Thalas, he was suppressed by the defensive enchantment and could not release magic, so he could only be ruthlessly killed. Now, he also Unable to summon demons to assist in the battle, he dare not! For a warlock, this almost cut off nearly half of their combat effectiveness.

Tyrion is invincible!

But so what? When he seriously injured Liresa Windrunner, it wasn't a completely fair fight! Besides, this is a life-and-death battle, how can there be so much fairness at all.

But... it's not time to throw in the towel.

Choogall!

Gul'dan, whose face was covered in blood, shouted in embarrassment. Behind him, Cho'gall, who was half kneeling on the ground, finally came to the end of his long prayer.

Everything will be corrupted! (Dreams, demons, and undead! I beg you to come here!)

In the frantic call of the ogre, a powerful and obscure force tore through the space, and it was heavily suppressed on the shoulders of everyone present, and those wraiths who shouted in the air scattered in a panic at the moment when the will came Fleeing away, while the bones of the death knights were crushed, Tyrion gritted his teeth, raised his head, and saw a distorted phantom suspended in the darkness.

That thing is simply the ultimate creation of all nightmares. Just looking at it can make people's scalp numb and their minds go crazy. The moment it appeared, the disturbing whispers sounded in the souls of the death knights. People can't help but want to cover their ears.

But the death knight knew what it was... He'd been wary of these creatures in the shadows since he first saw Cho'gall.

With a difficult backhand, he took out the box from the storage ring, held it in his hand, and shouted loudly:

N'Zoth, the ancient god! I know it's you!

How dare you say this holy name! (How dare you call the master so rudely!)

The ogre roared and rushed forward, but halfway through the rush, he felt the powerful energy coming from the box in Tyrion's hand, which made him subconsciously stop in place.

The sleeping city of Ny'alotha, a city surrounded by seas of flesh and nightmares, that's your lair, that's your cage! You know what I'm holding in my hand! You also know what I can do with it to what kind of thing!

Don't disturb me! Otherwise, I will drag you to hell with me!

The death knight threw away the box in his hand, and the dark green spar bloomed with a dim light in his hand, like a pair of opened eyes, which may burst out the light of destruction at any time, in the storm of energy gathering In the middle, Tyrion raised his head, looked straight at the nightmare in the sky without fear, and shouted:

You can also bet that I don't know which direction Ny'alotha is in, or that I won't use this thing...but do you dare? N'Zoth, a Gul'dan, and you The mission of shaping the world, which one is more important?

Ulduar, Uldaman, Uldum, Yogg Saron, C'Thun, Y'Shaarj! And you! N'Zoth, God of Thousand Beards, I know more than you think! I I know you better than you think! I am not an ignorant person to be deceived by you! Don't try to play tricks on me either! Get out! Get out of my mind! Go back to your cage!

Otherwise! Let's die together!

The scorching light from the Eye of Sargeras began to shake the entire Tomb of Sargeras, and Tyrion seemed to be holding a dark green sun.

In this harsh and increasingly unstable light, every tentacle of the nightmare phantom suspended in the darkness stopped shaking, it seemed to be thinking, it seemed to be weighing, and finally, the disturbing whispers and heavy The stress disappeared in an instant.

ha...

Tyrion felt the retreat of the ancient gods. He turned his head to look at Cho'gall, who was full of horror. The ogre was stimulated by this scene. At the moment Tyrion turned his head, he let out a terrified scream, He turned around and fled into a dark tunnel.

The gods he believed in retreated in front of Tyrion, so what was he?

Tyrion's left hand was still holding the Eye of Sargeras tightly. He knew how cunning the Old Gods were, and he would not pin his survival on the kindness of these dark abysswalkers. He reached out and took Rumi Nas handed over the saber, he looked at the despairing Gul'dan in front of him, and raised his chin.

Any last words you want to say? Gul'dan.

The orc warlock who was nailed to the stone pillar by the halberd moved his throat, his whole body was wrapped in death energy, making him completely unable to fight back. A flattering smile flashed across his face, and he was about to speak.

swish

The sharp and cold light of the knife flashed away, and all the expressions of the orc froze on his face. The head fell to Tyrion's feet amidst blood splatter, and the blood splattered on the death knight's face. The latter reached out and wiped the blood. wipe.

I'm sorry, but I suddenly don't want to hear it anymore...