Azeroth’s Death Track

Ulduar, in the sealed chamber of Yogg-Saron, the dark flesh and blood of the Old God was like a shell that had lost its soul, lying swaying in the pool full of green blood, and dozens of black sticks The tentacles are trembling abnormally, occasionally slapping the liquid next to the soft body nervously, raising the extremely corrosive liquid filled with the power of the void, and falling on the dark ground, sending out waves of weak rock corrosion the sound of.

Tyrion's slender body stood by the pool of Yogg-Saron. The invisible wind blew his black swordsman robe, and the surrounding dim light shrouded the body of the high lord, as if to completely bury him in this place. In the dead darkness.

In front of his eyes, the power from the dead world is cutting Yogg-Saron's body bit by bit, keeping this soulless, fallen body in a weak state, and the essence of death is like bursts of unease. The stopped wind, wherever it goes, no matter how twisted life is, it will wither because of the blessing of death, and finally wither, just like blooming flowers, like autumn leaves, like trembling in the cold wind. branches.

This is no weaker force than the deep void. Maybe the void can corrode everything, even the mighty Titan, but unfortunately, it still cannot corrode death...

Tyrion looked at the ceremonial dagger wrapped in the bright seven-color sky lock in his hand. This purple ceremonial dagger, which looked very simple on Chaldea's waist, had already revealed its true ugliness under the gaze of the great lord. The appearance that truly fits the identity of the Fifth Ancient God.

It was covered with strange gray and white bone spurs, like the claws of some ancient monster. In the center of the S-shaped curved bone dagger, there was a tightly closed eyeball. It was self-aware. , it was supposed to be open, but now, it, or the chaotic consciousness inside this ancient evil, seems to be afraid of that kind of gaze.

The gaze of Tyrion Dawnblade.

I remember that there was a time when we could be considered friends. I spent more than 20,000 ugly pirate souls and bought some knowledge about the Old Gods from you. We made a happy transaction. You sold your Brother, in exchange for my friendship, it's a pity...you don't cherish it.

The high lord swung the light dagger in the air, and found that this dagger was not suitable for close combat at all, its balance was messed up, and the bony blade was not considered sharp, and those meaningless bone spur decorations seemed to be just for A symbol of something evil, but meaningless...instead of blocking the dagger's stabbing effect.

This made Tyrion a little disappointed. The great lord is a person who likes to collect weapons, but the dagger in front of him is undoubtedly a ritual thing, and it is not even a real weapon. .

Hey, even as a weapon, you are so disappointing, so unqualified...

At this moment, Tyrion felt the dagger in his hand tremble, and he didn't know whether it was fear or anger, but this did not affect the great lord's desire to chat. He flicked his fingers, and the force of death lingered, and then Suspending the sealed dagger in mid-air, amidst the strange mist emitted by the withered flesh and blood of Yogg-Saron, the High Lord continued:

Of course, I can understand your thoughts at the time. In front of you, who is well-informed and the fifth ancient god full of dark glory, at that time, I, and my Dark Blade Legion, were just a regional force with some potential. It is not as powerful as some of your past hosts, so you think I am just a dispensable partner, and my friendship is not as valuable as I think...

I can understand.

Tyrion wasn't angry or angry, he seemed to be saying some ordinary words, but every time he said a word, the Dark Empire Blade suspended in mid-air trembled a little, like a prisoner waiting for a verdict , There are many emotions surging in the chaotic heart, maybe it is impossible to distinguish them specifically, but there must be one of them... called fear.

Xal'atath is a well-informed soul, but because of her well-informedness, she realized more clearly... She is very likely to be doomed today.

Not only because the great lord whom she hadn't seen for a long time showed an absolute superior power in front of her eyes, but more importantly, in Tyrion, she smelled the spirit of the world, that is to say, in her Before he knew it, the death lord had already joined forces with the weak planet spirit, and his standing on Elune's side meant that he and the ancients on Xalatath's side God, there is no more room for buffering.

The ruthless Tyrion will not allow the ancient god to continue to exist, even if it is just a disembodied, pitiful and helpless ancient ghost who has been devoured by flesh and blood and forced to hide in the shadows for hundreds of thousands of years.

Yes!

The bastard won't let her go so easily...

Thinking of this, Xalatath, who was hiding in the Blade of the Dark Empire, felt his dark soul swaying.

As an ancient god who was born to devour planets, is there any fear?

Of course they do! It's just that this depraved emotion is hidden very deeply, and in most cases, it will not be manifested.

You...what the hell do you want to do!

After a few minutes, the long silence made Xalatas feel extremely depressed. Under the indifferent gaze of the great lord, she finally couldn't help it. The closed eyeballs suddenly opened at this moment, and the dilated pupils spun around a few times, and then stared at the big lord:

Say! What do you want? Either kill me! Or...

boom

Before Xalatas finished speaking, the power of death lingering around the blade of the Dark Empire tightened suddenly, like steel fingers strangling the neck. One third was completely annihilated under the riot of the cold force!

Not smash! Not broken... but obliterated!

The material form was completely restored to the purest elemental body in an instant, and the fracture was smooth and natural, as if the sharp edge had never existed!

The Blade of the Dark Empire has never been a simple shelter for Xalatas, nor is it some kind of mysterious symbol. The connection between this dagger and the fifth ancient god is much deeper than it seems on the surface. It can be said that this The bony dagger is an extension of the fifth ancient god's consciousness, and it is a part of its fallen soul. Now, the annihilation of the blade is like a red-hot long sword piercing the heart of a life, the kind that directly affects the soul. The pain made Xalatas, who was caught off guard, let out a deafening scream at this moment.

At this moment, the depraved power she possessed was like a sonic boom, vibrating in all directions, and the dark storm mixed with endless whispers rushed towards her face, blowing the long gray hair of the great lord, however, it was not able to Hurting the great lord...During the outbreak of the power of corruption, a layer of dark red, moon-like halo shrouded Tyrion's body, which perfectly offset the not-so-powerful fifth ancient god. strength.

Recognize your current identity!

Tyrion moved his body backwards, and the dark blue death force quickly flowed behind him. In the blink of an eye, an ice-like throne appeared behind him. The great lord leaned on the throne, with his hands on the On the armrest, he looked very relaxed at Duan Ren fixed in the dark air in front of him, flicked his fingers, and said softly:

You can take it as a friendly reminder, or as a engraved in the bone marrow warning.

Now, come out of your warm nest, little Xal'atath.

The icy voice of the great lord echoed in the darkness, it wasn't forceful, it didn't even look like a request, but the Fifth Ancient God, who was huddled in pain in the broken Dark Empire Blade, knew very well that this was an order... .If she doesn't follow through, the next warning may directly annihilate her existence.

The blow just now was like a signal, telling her the great lord's current power in an extremely obscure way. As one of the ancient gods born in ancient times, she was the most powerful Void Lords in the Void Realm. The powerful minions possessed the power of the void, that is, pure high-level power, but this kind of power was useless at all when facing the big lord.

In other words, the power of death mastered by the man in front of her is enough to rival those of her masters, that is, the Void Lord who wanders in the void world... and the extreme creature with arcane power-Titan, a Level mythical creatures.

Tyrion has already touched the edge of that life stage. He may not be the opponent of the Void Lords, but he is definitely beyond the level that the ancient gods can deal with, unless...unless the ancient Y'Shaarj reappears , or, the existing power of the four ancient gods merged into one.

hum

Accompanied by the rapid atomization of Yogg-Saron's severed bodies, those flesh and blood essences were quickly transformed into something more pleasing to the eye.

In the flash of the dark purple void power, a pulsating light flowed out from the eyeballs of Blade of the Dark Empire, like a smudge of charming smoke that appeared extremely thick in the dark, and like a thick fog, In the mist, accompanied by the distortion of Yogg-Saron's flesh and blood essence, a slender figure soon appeared.

She was completely naked, and walked out of the dark purple mist with graceful steps.

This is not a projection of energy, but a real body that Xal'atath has fashioned from the flesh and blood of his companions, just like a mortal body.

Her body is slender and perfect, especially her pinched waist. Her upper body is not plump, but with this perfect body, there is a trace of charm that can dazzle all men, especially those slender pairs that touch the heart. With long legs, between steps, it's like a paradise is slowly opening.

She has long purple hair, which hangs very lightly on her bare shoulders. The long hair is very unique. It is not pure purple, but a luster soaked in the void, which represents the power of the void in this world. Manifestation, while she was walking, the ends of the long purple hair shone like stars, as if reflecting the whole world.

And on her white chest, hung a strange pendant, like the image of an octopus, but if you look carefully, it is actually the body of an ancient god very similar to the bodies of Yogg-Saron and C'Thun of appearance.

Under the calm gaze of Tyrion, who was sitting in front of the throne, Xal'atath, who appeared in human form for the first time, stood in the purple mist. Body shape, probably, she felt that appearing in front of Tyrion in such an image would add a different possibility to her current vacillating fate.

The ancient gods have no gender, but Xal'atath has existed in the form of female souls for tens of thousands of years. She does not have the shameful view of mortals. When she saw Tyrion floating in her body When looking at him, Xalatas deliberately put his hips on his hips, posing a charming posture, so that the great lord could see more clearly.

However, in Tyrion's eyes, from the beginning to the end, there was no light representing passion.

He seemed to be looking at a work of art.

Um...

The great lord turned sideways, propped his chin with his left hand, and said:

Perhaps, you are not useless. In you, I see another possibility of life...

I know that when the ancient chaos first opened, you and your brothers came to this world to take it for your master. Unfortunately, your luck is not very good...you were divided by the four weak ancient gods. It may have been a disaster, but now, you should be thankful for it.

I will not allow a true Old God to exist in Azeroth, but you... maybe you deserve my mercy...

Tyrion looked at Xalatas' purple eyes that seemed to be able to speak. He coughed lightly, nodded towards the purple-haired beauty in front of him, and said in a natural tone:

Then kneel down.

There was a hint of resentment on Xal'atath's face. She knew what Tyrion's request meant. The arrogant elf in front of her was asking for her loyalty. What the ancient god of mission should do, before her, in the journey of the void corrupting several universes, in the war where countless stars fell, no ancient god had ever succumbed to other forces.

She... doesn't want to be the first traitor!

That's not only embarrassing, but... very dangerous! Void cannot tolerate traitors.

I can't do that!

With a charming voice, Xalatas put on a cute and pitiful posture. She shook her perfect body that was so dazzling that it was hard to think about it. She begged:

If I betray the void...my fate will not be easier than death, I can't do this! Please, I can do things for you, but I can't...I can't...

The sobbing of the beautiful woman in front of him made the great lord sigh. The tender Tyrion seemed to be moved. He straightened up and stretched out his fingers towards Xalatath. The fifth ancient god did not dodge, letting the cold fingers gently Touching her cheek, the great lord caressed that face, he pulled Xalatas' body close to him, and in a very ambiguous gesture, he was like a lover, in the hot ear of Miss Fifth Ancient God. Bian whispered:

My dear Xal'atath...

You die...or you don't die, what will happen to you...

Is it related to me?

This question made Miss Xalatas, who was caressing the great lord's chest like the most gentle lover, suddenly stagnate in place. At this moment, all the emotions on her beautiful face disappeared, replaced by It was a cold gesture, and she pushed the great lord's chest with a look of disgust, allowing herself to stand in front of Tyrion again.

She snorted:

This is the man...heh

The next moment, the young lady knelt down in front of the great lord decisively. She lowered her head like a most loyal guard. Seeing this action, a satisfied smile flashed on Tyrion's cold face , He stretched out his hand and stroked Xalatas's long purple hair, just like stroking his own pet.

So cute...

boom

The power of death touched the body of the Fifth Ancient God, and behind her, the Dark Empire Blade that originally existed as a body... suddenly burst!

It seems to represent... the farewell to the past, and the determination to move towards a new life.