Azeroth’s Death Track

Even as the Highlord imprinted the soul of Xal'atath's new flesh and blood with the power of death, in the Highlord's mind, he was communicating with another being beyond the imagination of mortals.

Do you trust this ancient god?

Elune's voice was full of doubt:

After seeing what C'Thun and Yogg-Saron have done, after seeing the turmoil caused by a heart left by Y'Shaarj, you still believe in these void creatures...they They are the meanest and most vicious rats in the dark! You can't believe a word they say! You are not crazy, Tyrion, tell me why you did this!

I have my plan.

The great lord didn't seem to explain all this to Elune, he just said casually:

You just need to know that it's not going to do you any harm, that's enough.

No harm?

Elune's retort was unusually hardened:

The one standing in front of you is a complete ancient god's soul. What she lacks is a body full of corrupt power. You won't be really confused by that mortal body, can you? Can't you see The terrible threat she carries? She will betray you one day!

But that's... exactly what I want!

The big lord replied impatiently:

I expect her to betray me. At the right moment, her betrayal will become my most powerful weapon against powerful enemies! And before she betrays, the power she possesses will strengthen the abilities of my subordinates...Elu Well, be good, don't make trouble like a rebellious little girl, don't question me!

snort!

A cold snort full of anger sounded in the great lord's mind, and Elune responded coldly:

No matter what you say, I will keep an eye on her! When I think it is necessary, I will use my power to get rid of her! I will not allow a creature of terrible threat to roam around in this world.

oh?

Elune replied like a rebellious girl, which made the great lord laugh with disdain:

Your power? Are you referring to those mortals? Or are you referring to the night elves that you have reshaped with my hands? Do you really regard them as your power? Hehe, my poor little Elune, what do you mean by that? The understanding of power is really shallow!

But whatever you want.

The great lord waved his hand with some disappointment:

You can send oracles at will and encourage those mortals to do things for you, but if I see any mortals appearing in the dark blade defense area without my permission, you won't want to know the result!

After finishing speaking, the great lord took the initiative to disconnect from the spirit of the world, and his consciousness returned to Yogg-Saron's cell. He sat on his throne and rubbed his forehead with some headaches:

Ah, it's really disappointing, another rebellious girl...

As soon as the words fell, a pair of gentle fingers stroked the big lord's forehead from the side, rubbing his forehead very gently, that was Xalatas, the fifth ancient god was moving his new body, very ambiguous Leaning into the arms of the great lord, her appearance has not changed in any way... um, except for the black hair on the top of the long purple hair that curls up like an antenna.

That was the manifestation of the power of death on her body, but it was just a simple brand, and it would not arouse the suspicion of other forces.

Are you worried?

Xalatas hugged Tyrion's neck with his left hand, and put the lord's cold fingers on his slender waist with his right hand, which made the two of them pose like real lovers. The voice asked:

What's bothering you? Can you tell me? Maybe I can help you?

No, you can't help me...

The great lord closed his eyes, leaned on the throne, and said softly:

But if you really want to help me, then please...get dressed, and, I don't remember, we've gotten this close, I'm a little eccentric...

Except for my wife, I don't like anyone else touching my body!

There was a glimmer of darkness in Xalatas's purple eyes. She hadn't dressed properly according to the high lord's instructions, and even went so far as to take the initiative to move the high lord's finger to her chest. However, just when she was about to come again During a wave of offensive, a sharp and cold aura appeared in the darkness behind her.

I also don't remember my husband having such a shameless maid...

Holding a cup of tea, Alleria in a blood-colored long dress walked out of the darkness. Her blood-red eyes stared at the naked Xalatas. She said calmly:

Give you 5 seconds, get out of my sight!

The threat of the blood mistress was on his back, and Xalatas wanted to refute a few words, but seeing the unstoppable death force in the body of the blood mistress, it was like a bottomless dark lake, but at any time It is possible to converge into the most terrifying sharp blades, grinding everything in front of you into minced meat.

That power may be far inferior to Tyrion, but it is enough to match Xal'atath, and even surpass her.

snort.

Miss Xalatas snorted proudly. She glanced at the blood mistress, shook her head and turned around. Amidst the lingering purple mist, a purple dress very similar to the mistress's long dress appeared. On her body, she walked gracefully, passing by the body of the Blood Mistress, and as she passed by, this young lady who longed for chaos and destruction in her heart suddenly whispered:

Boring old woman... I suddenly felt that it would be interesting to snatch him away from you!

Faced with this provocation, not only did the blood mistress not get angry, a proud smile flashed on her cold face:

You can try it, Bitchi!

snort

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Xalatas' face after another failed provocation, but she didn't care. With the sound of high heels stomping on the ground, she quickly disappeared into the darkness. Until this moment, Aurelia The sharpness on her body slowed down a bit, and she walked to her husband with the hot tea that had been completely frozen. She looked down at Tyrion sitting on the throne, like a jailer interrogating a prisoner.

But the great lord didn't care, he knew very well the character of the woman who was by his side.

The trust between them is far beyond everything.

The next moment, the blood mistress suddenly bent down and kissed the lips of the great lord. A few minutes later, she sat on Tyrion's lap, pressed her left hand on his chest, and said domineeringly like a queen:

You are mine! Only mine! Remember?

Of course, my queen.

Tyrion was also very interesting, and pretended to be serious, she replied. This answer made the mistress very satisfied. She stood up with a swaying posture, glanced at the cold corpse beside Tyrion's throne, and stretched out her hand He straightened his hair, then waved to the high lord:

Don't disturb your business...

At midnight tonight, on the top floor of the castle...don't come!

After finishing speaking, the figure of the blood mistress disappeared in the darkness between the shattering of the phantom of the blood clan.

Ah, woman...

The great lord felt that his head was starting to hurt again, but he still had to do what he had to do. He focused on the corpse at his feet. It was Chaldea, Chaldea Morgan, a man from the second A poor mortal who lived under the shadow of the great lord before the war of the orcs started, but he is also the only one who has coexisted with that lunatic goblin in Xalatas for more than ten years. After completely integrating into the void, it is a miracle that he has not been abandoned man of.

This has already proved Chaldea's ability and potential from the side.

Frankly speaking, if he was placed in another story, he would definitely do something earth-shattering, but now, he is lying alone on this cold and dark land, dead like a pawn, worthless .

But... After all, this is a surprise attack by the High Lord. It is hard to say that it is not a real honor to be able to kill the High Lord with a sneak attack.

You and I...we could have been friends.

The great lord put his hands on his legs, and he lowered his body, as if he was chatting with the cold corpse under his feet.

Chaldea, when I was weak, I met you... You are one of the few people in this world who have truly witnessed most of my experiences. I think you may understand me... But unfortunately, you have always been very restless, always wanting to get out of my shadow, rejecting my friendship, and only wanting to seek the salvation of the Holy Light... just like those mortals who are not willing to be controlled by fate, shouting Trying to strangle fate by the throat.

Tyrion's voice became low, like a ray of wind blowing in the darkness, his fingers hooked, and a weak soul emerged from the cold corpse.

That is the soul of Chaldea... Half of his soul has been covered by darkness, but what is surprising is that the other half of his soul, even after living with Xalatas for more than ten years, is still covered by the Holy Light Shrouded, this is enough to prove that the pastor in front of him has never abandoned his belief in the Holy Light from the very beginning, and he even concealed it from Xalatas...

What a cunning mortal, what an extraordinary soul.

The great lord's eyes narrowed. It stands to reason that after death, a priest of Chaldea's level would be immediately accepted by the Holy Light, and then transformed into a special form, forever It exists in the essence of the Holy Light, which is the six basic powers of the stars, a kind of grace for those who care.

But alas, he died at the hands of death, and unless Tyrion allowed it, his soul could not really leave here... could not really be free.

Now, let me ask you, Chaldea Morgan, do you... regret it?

Accompanied by Tyrion's inquiry, a force of death was injected into the weak soul in front of him, causing the soul of Chaldea, who had experienced death, to open his eyes at this moment. He tried to breathe like he was alive, But unfortunately, the soul body cannot make this action.

He looked around blankly, and then saw his already icy soul. The next moment, he saw the great lord who was looking at him with his fingers crossed and his chin propped up. Some kind of light seemed to be shining in the ice blue eyes.

At this moment, Chaldea knew that he was dead.

But this is not a purely bad thing, because he also felt the strange freedom of his own soul... Ever since his fate was tied to Xalatas more than ten years ago, he has never felt this way The freedom, the feeling of not being bound, made Chaldea, who is in the form of a soul, seem to breathe a sigh of relief.

But he... has one last question.

Why are you doing this?

Chaldea Morgan looked at the great lord in front of him. He was not afraid. As the great lord said, Chaldea is one of the few mortals who has completely witnessed Tyrion's life. He has seen Tyrion when he was weak. So compared to other people, Chaldea doesn't have that kind of sincere fear.

You could have wiped my consciousness directly, but you didn't. You even gave me real freedom. Why?

The soul of Chaldea maintained the posture of a priest praying, and in the face of his inquiry, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the great lord, and the next moment, a gleam of magic bloomed between the two of them, like a mirror In the same light, the figure of Miss Millie was reflected, the only beloved woman of Chaldea, wearing loose clothes that pregnant women would wear, in the quiet room of Chaldea's private house in the Kingdom of Stormwind, Sincerely kneeling there, praying silently.

And the object of her prayer was not the sculpture of the Holy Light Church, but a badge... a badge with a black broken blade engraved on it.

This woman, I've been hearing her prayers since 5 years ago.

The great lord looked at the soul of Chaldea in front of him, and said softly:

She is not outstanding, and her soul is not unique, but she is one of the very few mortals that I can hear. She prays. I am a little tired of those not beautiful prayers, but this woman is It went on for 5 years without getting any response, without stopping for a day... Do you know what she desires from me?

She begged me to save your soul... For this, she is willing to give everything...

Chaldea Morgan, you are a lucky bastard. You have a woman who truly loves you. You see, as everyone knows, I am a very generous person when I am in a good mood. Therefore, I have met this woman's trivial expectations. ..I gave you true freedom!

The great lord straightened up, leaned on the throne, and picked up the cup of tea that had been completely frozen. He didn't care about the ice cubes in the tea, and drank the cup of tea in one gulp. He looked at the silent soul in front of him. , like a devil whispering temptation, he flicked his fingers and said softly:

Now, it's your turn to choose, Chaldea, and the night outside Dunholde Castle, when we first met, I will ask you...do you want to go back to her ? Do you want to watch your son be born? Do you want to spend the rest of your free life with this stupid woman?

The soul of Chaldea raised his head, the longing in his eyes was barely concealed, and he asked:

What do you want me to do? Tell me!

Very good! It seems that you have become familiar with my style of doing things, which is great!

The great lord clapped his hands, looked at Chaldea in front of him, and said:

Just do what you've been doing for a dozen years... go to another place, a little farther away, and I need you to do something 'trivial'!

Faced with this request, Chaldea drew a religious symbol on his chest. He lowered his head and asked softly:

You want me to be a shameless and despicable traitor?

Why, don't you want to?

The great lord asked back, the soul of Chaldea shook his head, and then bowed to the great lord, just like a most loyal subordinate:

No! I mean... I'd be more than happy to serve you!