Azeroth’s Death Track

On the large platform at the entrance of the Shroud of Sargeras, the battle was over. Gul'dan's blood spilled all over the ground around the broken stone pillar, and his mutilated corpse was suspended on the purple psychic circle. The blood mage Seven He and Autumn concentrated on operating the magic circle, and a carefully prepared black soul stone was suspended above the corpse.

They want to extract every trace of Gul'dan's soul, so as to prevent this cunning bastard from escaping again.

The demons are coming, and you have taken their prey.

The vengeful spirits of the night elves floated quietly in the darkness, waiting for their final fate, while their high priest, Moon Burial, stepped out of the darkness, looking at Tyrion with his pale green eyes, full of scrutiny:

Should we go?

The death knight nodded. He held a white skull in his hand. He put this thing in front of his eyes. The light spots of surging evil energy kept shining in the eye sockets of the skull. The ancient god reshaped the ancient skull with flesh and blood. Gul'dan's body and bones, after the warlock was killed again, the replica of Gul'dan's head fell into Tyrion's hands again.

This time, it's a truly enhanced version! Because of accepting the power of the void and shadow, the energy contained in the skull of Gul'dan is purer than the one Tyrion got before.

swish

Tyrion took off the skull belonging to Teron'gor from his belt and threw it to Luminas behind him. He said softly:

This thing can corrupt the Holy Knight's holy deed. It is the best material for making magic seals. No matter how strong the holy light is, the darkness brought back after being corrupted will only be stronger. Death knights should also have their own emblem.

Tyrion put the new Skull of Gul'dan on the chain again, he stood up, moved his shoulders, two skulls shining with green light swayed on the armor on his belly, looking very evil, he Looking back at the increasingly dense darkness, the pungent sulfur smell became stronger and stronger in the humid air.

The raging demons are coming.

Two blood mages handed Tyrion a soul stone with a beating icy light, and the latter took it in his hand, feeling the coldness on the surface of the soul stone. He put the soul stone to his ear, and could vaguely hear it. Gul'dan's miserable wailing and unwilling curse.

The noise of death made the corners of Tyrion's mouth turn upwards. He put away the soul stone and looked around.

time to go.

The Eye of Sargeras was smashed into the box again. Tyrion carried the box and walked towards the closed stone door of the Tomb of Sargeras in front of him. The blue magic runes kept beating on the dark stone door, and the frequency increased. Sooner, it means that Aegwynn's enchantment is about to be restored. If they don't slip away at the last moment, they will be trapped in this temple and eventually sink into the sea again.

The death knights following him looked relaxed. This hunt across the endless sea was finally over. Seeing the villain Gul'dan bestowing the head with their own eyes made everyone feel very good, even Red Blackhand, Nor did they return empty-handed.

The orc warlord carried a wooden box in his hand, which contained Gul'dan's already cold heart. Although it was somewhat regrettable that he could not bring his head to the warchief, this heart that was also infected by evil energy was enough to prove that Gul'dan death.

Boom

The huge stone door in front of them required the strength of the death knights to push open a gap. They entered the temple through Gul'dan's fel energy portal, but now that Gul'dan is dead, they can only walk The main entrance left, and the heavy stone gate in front of him was actually the biggest obstacle preventing these elves and wraiths from leaving.

Undead creatures like wraiths ignore most of the terrain when fighting and advancing, but as magical creatures, they cannot pass through any obstacles similar to enchantments. When the human mage Aegwynn sealed the temple, he almost The runes were engraved all over the periphery of the temple, like an oversized cage, trapping these innocent elf souls to death.

Of course, I can't blame Aegwynn for this. When she sealed the body of Sargeras, she never expected that there would be so many ancient souls in this temple.

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Outside the temple, it was dusk above the sky, the fiery red clouds entwining the sky were like burning fire, and the sun that was about to set became gentle, when the first ray of light shone into the 828-year-old While in the temple, the wraiths floating in the air screamed and fled.

Sunlight, for them, has become strange and deadly.

Lady first...

Tyrion turned sideways and made a please gesture to the elf soul behind him. The high priest Yue Zan looked at the death knight with a meaningful look, and she asked in a low voice:

Are you really going to let us go free like this? Death Knight, your body is filled with huge death energy. If you force us to obey, our weak compatriots may not be able to refuse...

The death knight's face remained unchanged, and he also replied in a low voice:

But what do I want all that shit for?

His ice blue eyes looked at the leaders of the three wraiths in front of him, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes:

In my opinion, only the three of you are useful to me, but you won't obey me so easily, ladies, I know very well the night elves' persistent pursuit of freedom, and that is an instinct engraved in your bones.

These words made the faces of Captain Moon Attack and Huntress a bit uneasy, but the expression of the priestess Yue Zan did not change. She was the first to step out of the darkness and stood in the evening sunlight. The gentle sunlight was like It was like a raging flame, and when it came into contact with the body of the wraith, it began to burn blazingly, and the soul body of the priestess swayed a mist like ashes in the sunlight.

She should be in pain, this torture of the sun, but the expression on her transparent face became more and more vivid, until finally, when her body was barely visible, a peaceful smile appeared on her cheek.

She opened her arms, and her figure dissipated into the air like floating sand, replaced by a faint blue elf, who could barely see her original face, this is the form of the night elf after death, and she will eventually return to the world tree , into a new cycle of life.

Thank you, Tyrion, thank you for giving us freedom... Goodbye, I can already hear the World Tree Nordrassil calling, I should go home.

The elf jumped in the air, and she circled around Tyrion's body a few times, finally tapped on the death knight's forehead, then quickly rose into the air, and finally disappeared.

This scene was like a sign. Behind the death knights, those wraiths who were terrified of the sun let out piercing screams and rushed into the evening sun in front of them.

The frost storm they brought up in the air covered the armor of the death knights with a layer of frost, but when they looked up, they could see thousands of wraiths being melted by the sun and turning into elves again.

Those ghosts burning and swaying the floating sand in the sky refracted the already beautiful twilight light into thousands of brilliance, forming a beautiful scene in front of everyone's eyes, and those little elves who got their souls free As if performing a ritual, they danced happily, circling the death knights, like stars shining in the dark night.

The orc warlord Red Blackhand's eyes were blurred. Even the rude and savage orc felt the cheering emotion in this heart-shattering scene. He stretched out his hand, and an elf stayed in his palm , as if frolicking, circled around his fingers a few times, and finally gathered in the sea of ​​elves under the dusk.

Amidst the faint laughter like silver bells, they flocked to the heights of the sky, as if they had really turned into stars.

It's so beautiful!

Luminas opened her arms, as she did when she was still alive, and turned around surrounded by elves. At this moment, she felt a rare sense of relaxation...

Is this the reward for doing good?

The orc death knight Grokush looked at the sea of ​​elves in front of him, touched his heart, and said in a deep voice:

I feel that my restless soul has calmed down a lot.

They helped us and we gave them their freedom, which is fair.

Rogelio straightened his body. He looked at the sunset in the distance. He stretched out his hand and took off the helmet he had never taken off. Under the infiltration of death energy, his cheeks had returned to their former appearance. He stretched out his hand, wanting to feel the warmth of the sun, but it was still cold when he touched it.

It's dead...

The knight shook his head, held the helmet under his arms, and stood with the other knights in the evening sun, almost greedily appreciating the peace of the soul at this moment.

I should go, but I want to entrust you with something.

The huntress Kasparian stepped forward. She looked at Tyrion with a trace of gratitude in her eyes. She touched the head of the ghost owl resting on her wrist and said to Tyrion:

Moonclaw has been with me for nearly a thousand years, but unfortunately it is not an elf, and it cannot follow me back to the world tree, so I would like you to adopt it.

Tyrion snorted, tilted his head, and looked at the ghost owl. From the blood-red eyes of this undead beast, it can be seen that this guy rarely retained all the memories of his life, and his death also made him More powerful.

I have no reason to refuse this perfect pet...

Tyrion stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the ghost owl, but was pecked by the raptor, but under the huntress' gaze, the psychic owl uttered an ugly cry, He stretched out his head to touch the huntress' cheek, and finally landed on the shoulder of the death knight with his wings flapping.

It's not a pet, it's an excellent fighter! Take care of it, Tyrion, and goodbye.

The huntress took a step back and stood in the sunlight. At the last moment of disappearing, she whispered:

Be careful, Tyrion, the dangerous watcher is always behind you...

I know, they are always like this, and they won't let their prey go so easily.

The death knight shrugged his shoulders and watched the elf of the huntress disappear into the sky. His eyes became cold again. He reached out and touched the head of the ghost owl on his shoulder. The rune, he took a step forward.

Wait! The dead...you can't just take the Eye of Sargeras and the scepter away!

A crisp voice sounded in the darkness behind. The sudden voice made the death knights draw out their weapons in unison, but Tyrion raised his left hand to signal others not to be nervous.

He looked at the magic projection floating in the darkness behind him. It was different from the translucent body of the wraith. This projection was completely composed of magic power. People with poor eyesight could not see her face clearly at all.

But Tyrion knows who she is...

Ms. Aegwynn, you witnessed our battle in the Tomb of Sargeras with your full name. I once counted on you to help, but now it seems that what you care about is only the sealed dangerous item itself.

There was a trace of regret in the death knight's voice.

It seems that as the most notorious guardian of Tirisfal, you really lack the emotions that humans should have.

I have no reason to help you, dead!

The magic projection of Master Aegwynn said coldly:

For the intruders who trespassed into the Tomb of Sargeras, I didn't launch a magic trap to bury you all in it. You have to thank me for my kindness... Finally, you think the demons all over the temple are really stupid Can't even find a few dead people running around? I have already helped! You stupid dead!

Regarding this, Tyrion was noncommittal. He looked at the magic projection in front of him and asked softly:

Then, Ms. Guardian, what exactly do you want to do? Tell me in advance that I must take the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras away! They are very useful to me.

Tyrion paused, and in Aegwynn's silence he spoke again:

I think as an excellent mage like you, it should be very clear that keeping these things here can only expose the real dangerous existence faster! Gul'dan is not the first careerist, and he will not be the last!

I won't allow it!

Aegwynn's magic projection issued a crisp rejection, and with her finger waving, the entire temple began to shake, and a huge force gathered in the depths of the temple, which made the expressions of the other death knights change slightly.

Put down the Eye of Sargeras and the scepter, and you can leave safely with your own lives! I won't warn you a second time!

Ah!

Facing this threat, Tyrion's face became gloomy. He looked at the magic projection of the guardian in front of him, and he said contemptuously:

But can you really keep me?

Ms. Aegwynn, stop playing tricks!