Azeroth’s Death Track

Cursing such a thing is just nonsense in the world of science.

But it is different in the world of magic. Some powerful magic users who are proficient in dark magic often master many strange curse spells. For them, maybe just a word can kill a life.

Gul'gall can be regarded as a first-class spellcaster in Azeroth. The ogre himself said that his talent in shadow magic surprised Gul'dan, and the ogre is still concentrating on studying the mysterious and complex void. Power, it is hard to say whether the curse this guy gave Benedictus before he died is true.

But from the current point of view, things seem to be developing towards the fulfillment of that insidious curse.

Over there, Cho'gall's bones hadn't cooled completely yet, and Benedictus was surrounded by Order's death knights here. The two parties who had cooperated perfectly just now, within a short period of a dozen Minutes later, he entered a tense environment.

From the very beginning...the contract made by the Order and the Lord of the Undead is to completely destroy the Twilight's Hammer...And among them, Tyrion asked for two things by name, one is Cho'gall's The head, the other...

Lord Kurtaz looked at the black bishop in front of him, and said without any emotion:

It's your soul!

But he's also with me...

Benedictus subconsciously wanted to refute at this moment, but before he could finish speaking, he recalled the last conversation he had with Tyrion... The great lord did say that he would give him a hand The key, didn't say, would let him keep his soul...

Ah, so it turns out...

A bitter smile appeared on the black bishop's face.

He thought that Tyrion would let him go, but obviously, the High Lord didn't think that the things he did in the past were worthy of forgiveness. those things, atonement.

He was going to experience a death, and so far he could not see the end of the journey.

He declared that he was destiny...is this destiny? Evil, unforgivable fate...okay!

The black bishop clenched his fists, and after a while, the tome full of forbidden magic slipped from his hand and hit the cold ground, while Benedictus himself was like ten years ago. It was the same scene as when he stepped into the Alonsus Chapel as an official pastor. He knelt down on one knee, folded his hands over his heart, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice:

Then... come on.

Judge me, the evil me will die here, and another pure me will be reborn in the void...

At the moment when Benedictas silently recited the scriptures of Holy Light that were already unfamiliar in his memory, in the whisper of the low magnetic voice, the Grand Knight of Kurtaz stepped forward, just like an executioner, he The war hammer in his hand was raised high, and the next moment... it fell down with a bang.

Between the cracking of flesh and blood, the last imprint left by the Twilight's Hammer on Azeroth...destroyed completely!

The long hunt is over...

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finished!

In the deepest part of the Creator's Engine on the Storm Cliff, Azadas, the Shaper who has been working non-stop for the last few days to add temporary shelter to the engine, carved the last Thundercast Rune on the interface between the Creator's Engine and the Furnace of Will.

The guardian carefully checked the protection seal in front of him. After confirming that there was no problem with the placement of the rune, he took a step back. Behind him, Thorim, the guardian of the storm, stepped forward holding a warhammer Umir. Suddenly, a huge thunderbolt full of positive energy poured into the cumbersome rune circle in front of him, and under Thorim's charge, the protection seal began to run quickly.

And in another place, the follower of the great guardian Rai, the magical creation Setesh located in the furnace of origin, the guardian of beauty, is charging another seal. In the energy infusion of the two guardians, this has never The blue energy emanating from the engine of the Creator quickly infiltrated into the connected furnace of will below Ulduar, protecting the core area of ​​the furnace of will that has been partially infected by Yogg-Saron. .

It's done!

The serious expression of the great guardian Lai, who has been paying attention to this project, finally dissipated. The large asylum seal in front of him has only one function, and that is to ensure that the power of the void under the full force of Yogg-Saron will not be destroyed in a short period of time. It will go deeper into the core of the furnace of will to protect the most important world furnace in Azeroth from being destroyed.

This was the last job Tyrion and the Guardians had to do before entering Ulduar.

Once these threatening existences are perceived by Yogg-Saron, the Old God will definitely put all his eggs in one basket, and once the furnace of will is destroyed by it, then Star Soul Elune will definitely be severely injured.

This is also the reason why the great lords and guardians obviously have the power to quell everything, but they always have to keep a low profile in the restarted war of the age of gods... They can't stimulate Yogg-Saron in advance, the cunning Thousand Throat The Demons were distracted by the Civilization Alliance's attack on Ulduar, giving the Guardians time to forge the Seal of Sanctuary.

Most importantly, Unbeknownst to Yogg-Saron, the missing Great Guardian Rai has begun to regroup the Guardians defeated by his evil tricks.

Lord, you can go in!

The great guardian immediately contacted the hidden great lord Tyrion. After receiving the signal from Lai, he was leisurely hiding in the coalition barracks. Watching those orcs and humans fighting, the great lord stood up and stretched out. After shaking his body, he was already impatient to wait... And now, he can finally enter Yogg-Saron's sealed cage and say hello to that Demon of Thousand Throats.

The second person contacted by the great guardian Lai is the guardian Elonnaya who is currently standing on the side of the civilized coalition forces. His message to the giantess is very simple. The greatest threat has been contained, and these mortals can finally continue their world-saving business.

hum

Tyrion walked out of the gate of the dead, and stepped on a soft object with his first foot. The high lord lowered his head and saw the disgusting stumps and arms under his feet. These self-destructing cultists left The disgusting thing stained his shoes, which put the high lord in a bad mood.

And on the battlefield full of disgusting flesh and blood in front of his eyes, six mantid heroes are facing the revived Krasis general Vezaks. With the ability to induce strange steam, it looks like a character with mixed strength and magic, but in front of it, the six mantid heroes are the perfect fusion of strength and agility.

The fight between the two sides is very lively...

Both are followers of the ancient gods, and both sides have some ancient secret arts. The mantid attack sharply, but Krasis is notoriously resistant to beatings, and this battle seems to be fruitless in a short time.

But the arrival of Tyrion, and the dissipating, disintegrating blue mist of death that was rapidly disintegrating, interrupted the battle between the servants of the ancient god.

Both sides turned their attention to Tyrion who stepped into the battlefield. The figure of the high lord was slender, and the appearance of the high elves gave him a neutral temperament, but this was not important. Every step you take will make both sides feel as if there is a mountain pressing towards them.

Huh?

Tyrion let out a surprised sound, and his eyes fell on the Supreme Korfan who was the leader among the group of mantid. He could easily feel that this mantid, wrapped in black and white, was holding a crescent There are strange forces at work in the heroic body of the battle ax and amber shield.

Ah, so Benedictus gave you this?

The great lord shook his head, he said politely and softly:

But it's mine... so, can you please give it back?

As the temporary carrier of the ancient venerable, the supreme venerable Ke Erfan felt the crazy trembling of the flesh and blood in his body at this moment, just like the ancient venerable who was slowly recovering sensed the signs of the appearance of natural enemies, Yingjie did not hesitate. For a moment, he rushed to the distant passage at the fastest speed, the speed was astonishingly fast, like a black and white lightning.

How rude!

This reaction displeased the high lord. He waved his left hand and threw a death grip.

Tyrion's death grip is different from other death knights' death grips. The standard death grip of death knights is a dark red ghost claw spell, which can imprison enemies far away, and after energy recovery When he grabbed it towards the death knight, the death grip of the great lord was still a ghost claw, but it was as huge as a real world-destroying ghost claw, directly tearing open the space and appearing above the fleeing supreme being.

kuang

At the moment when the ghost claws closed, the Supreme One himself, together with one-third of the passage, were held in the palm of the hand by the ghost claws. Between the vibrations of the cracking of the bricks and stones in the ancient crypt, the Supreme Lord Korvan, The oldest of the mantid heroes was imprisoned in the air in front of the great lord by the energy of death.

Tyrion stretched out his hand and pierced into Ke Erfan's abdomen in a gesture of merging. The next moment, he took out the reactivated small piece of Y'Shaarj's flesh and blood essence.

I wanted to use it as bait to lure a greedy young lady...

The great lord looked at the flesh and blood of the ancient god struggling in his palm with some regret, and then glanced at the closed Yogg-Saron's cell before him. He shook his head:

It's a pity, now I have better bait, so...it's useless.

boom

The power of death exploded, completely annihilating the last piece of flesh and blood in the hands of the high lord.

No!

The Supreme Being paralyzed at the High Lord's feet died just like that when he saw the last reverberation of the Ancient High Lord. The crazy mantid reached out to grab the High Lord's foot, but was kicked away by Tyrion in embarrassment. The lord simply ignored the five heroes who were attacking him like crazy. The blue mist of death diffused around his body, and those heroes entered it, as if they had completely disappeared without a sound.

He continued to move forward, and the ugly and twisted General Krasis kept retreating, like a giant panicked by being oppressed by an ant.

Crassis... It is said that you killed Tyre back then?

The high lord looked at the ugly and twisted creature in front of him, and said softly:

Very well, Tyr's brothers will be happy to see you, which means that their hatred, which has nowhere to vent, finally has a vehicle... But now, get out of the way! I don't have time to tangle with you. ..”

General Vezax and the two-headed Krasis who chased and killed Tyr back then are the leaders of the Faceless Men born from the purest dark flesh and blood of Yogg-Saron. The Faceless General will not back down either, it is like a wall, firmly blocking the front of its master's cell.

And this stubborn posture made Tyrion feel very annoying and annoying...

roll!

boom

The power of death fused into a giant black fist, which hit Krasis' twisted and ugly body like a battering ram, and sent the powerful General Vezax flying to the edge of the dark square. Struggling to get away from the sunken mountain walls around it, but facing the erosion of its body by the cold death, even the ancient evil Krasis, which can be resurrected continuously, felt the edge of death approaching at this moment.

aggressive

After clearing the last obstacle, the high lord stood in front of the cell sealed off by the four-fold titan seal. As if visiting an old friend, he stretched out his fingers and knocked three times on the door of the cell, and then used A gentle voice said to the creatures inside the cell:

Hi Yogg-Saron, how are you? I came to see you... oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Tyrion, Tyrion. Dawnblade, I run a business in the Dead Realm Small hotel, your brother C'thun is visiting me, and he is very satisfied with the enjoyment there, but unfortunately, he is very lonely, and he can't find his kind... So, would you mind moving?

There was a dead silence, and there was no response in the cage, but this did not disturb the elegant spirit of the great lord. He raised his left hand, looked at the time on the mechanical watch on his wrist, and then continued with a smile on his face:

You're a little shy, aren't you?

It doesn't matter. According to the current progress, ordinary people may need 3 hours to break through the four seals, so it doesn't matter. We only need to wait another 3 hours before we can really...meet each other. I have some wonderful ideas about I wanted to chat with you about your long lost sister Sarasta's lifetime event, so...

Remember to prepare in advance, okay?

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The weakened mantid felt itself moving as Korvan the Supreme regained consciousness.

It feels that it is being carried behind its compatriots, and it is flying forward in a dark environment. The flesh and blood of the ruler in the abdomen of the Supreme has been removed, and the cold death of the great lord has washed its body by the way. , Ke Erfan, who was once extremely powerful, has come to the end of his life.

The mantid could feel that in front of its eyes, the invisible death had already summoned it.

Ahem...

Ke Erfan coughed a few times, and the movement immediately alarmed the flying mantid carrying it, and a familiar and gentle voice entered the ears of the dying Ke Erfan:

Hold on, my brother...

You have gone so far, so far that I almost can't find you, but now, you don't need to wander around anymore, I, come to take you home...