Azeroth’s Death Track

Oh, a desolate ghost place.

A disdainful taunt sounded from the connection between the dead world and the present world. Standing at the entrance of the dead world that was quietly closed, wearing a long purple dress, Xalatas, who was in a vacuum inside, folded his arms and faced the cold soul. The wind of the world, standing on the edge of this desolate wilderness.

Where she is, there is still some distance from the city that Dark Blade is currently building in the dead world, because the fusion of the dead world and the underworld has begun, and it has been complemented by new power, so that some rules of the dead world have also manifested. The more alive it is, the more birds and beasts of the dead world begin to derive from this land, but this land of the dead world has been desolate for too long, so even if it is the first time to come to this place, it does not hinder the knowledge The Xal'atath of my country expresses my disdain for this ghost place.

If she could, she definitely didn't want to spend the rest of her life in this ghostly place.

Even with Tyrion's power of death as some kind of beacon to allow her to adapt to the environment and rules of this new world more quickly, the chaotic soul belonging to the ancient gods has completely entered this world full of power of death , will still make Xalatas feel very uncomfortable, just like the fire element has come to the world of the water element, her existence itself is incompatible with this land.

And that kind of ubiquitous weakening power, that kind of pure death's rejection and suppression of any other power, will make Xalatas feel very, very uncomfortable. She longs to return to the free world, even if she has lost her life. The carrier of the Dark Empire Blade, but if she can steal her freedom back from Tyrion, then relying on this new body shaped by the power of flesh and blood, she can still call the wind and rain in the real world.

It's a pity, even with the two meaningless white meat on his chest, Xal'atath knows that Tyrion will not give her freedom...unless he is crazy, or he has completely obtained his Compared with the first condition, the second condition may be difficult to achieve, but it is not completely impossible...

Is your relationship really that good?

A strange smile flashed across the beautiful face of Miss Xalatas. Standing in the cold wind blowing in the wasteland, the ancient lady stretched out her fingers and brushed her long hair shining with purple star spots. With hair, she stepped forward with those two dizzyingly perfect long legs, between the fluttering purple dress, and began to move towards the nearest settlement in this wilderness.

The big lord, that guy with no gentlemanly demeanor, opened the door to the dead world for her, and left her here without paying attention, as if he was deliberately examining her so-called loyalty, Xalatas sneered at this , but soon she found that she had guessed wrong.

In the slightly pale halo sky in the distance, several frost dragons with flapping wings are carrying some capable death knights, and they are quickly moving towards the place where Xalatath is. Judging from the dark blue steel armor, it should be the elite knights of the Dark Blade Legion, and the leader of them is the death lord most trusted by Tyrion... Rogelio Sunfury.

hush huh

The huge bone dragons have also recovered their real senses in the dead world. The bodies of these giant dragons are still the bones mixed with cold breath, but in the eye sockets of the dragon bones, there is already a faint blue light representing wisdom. Under the command of the death dragon knight, these giant dragons flapped their wings, set off gusts of cold wind, and landed on the wilderness in front of Miss Xalatas.

The beautiful and seductive purple dresses of those girls blown by the storm are constantly flying, and the seductive spring light is scattered around like they don’t want money. Unfortunately... there is no real life here. These dead men, for This kind of physical temptation really lacks expression.

Miss Sarah!

Wearing a black lord's military uniform and a black hat with a dark blade emblem on his face, he has an unsmiling, very serious face, which is very in line with the traditional image of a necromancer. Lord Rogelio walked forward a few steps in riding boots, and he looked up and down. The weird life form in front of him finally set his sights on the top of Xalatas's long purple hair, the curled strand of black hair seemed to be a sign.

I was ordered to come to welcome you to Dark Blade City, where you will go to the world of Draenor through the portal, where you will perform the first mission after joining Dark Blade!

Oh, boring dead.

Miss Xalatas didn't care about the toughness in Rogelio's words at all. She did obey the high lord, but that was because the high lord was powerful enough to convince her. The standard for testing whether the leader is qualified, and obeying Tyrion does not mean that she must obey other people in this ridiculous army.

She stretched out her hand lazily, covered her mouth and yawned, and said in a very beating voice:

I'm tired. I need a place to rest. I don't want to do tasks or anything, and I have no interest at all. Okay, attendant, now take me to my palace!

Finally, call me Lady Salatas or Her Majesty the Queen, Sarah? That's a ridiculous title!

Xalatas' very rude response didn't make Rogelio show any embarrassment or irritated expression. The light in the death lord's eyes didn't even change. Looking at the very uncooperative Xalatas, Rogelio Griot shook his head. With his left hand in a black leather glove, he swung the whip downwards, and the Dragon Knights in black heavy armor standing behind him stepped forward. step.

wow

At this moment, some kind of power that Xalatas hated so much radiated slightly. Accompanied by a slight sound of gear collisions, the black heavy armor on the tall knights spread out like an expansion, revealing the cyan color in them. The body made of rock, those metal armors like metal bone plates are fixed on the bodies of these rock knights by special parts, just like putting a layer of weird metal armor on these already powerful rock knights.

And with the opening sound of the special weapon, the top of the Titan Energy Lance made in the engine of Nalaksha shone with faint blue Titan sparks, like some kind of electric shock weapon, held by those rock knights in hand.

It's not like we don't have means to counter you, Miss Sara.

Rogelio flicked the whip in the air:

I am very aware of your threat, so before I came, the 2,000 Darkblade Titan guards in Darkblade City had already assembled. If you continue to fail to cooperate, I would be happy to conduct a weapon test in this wilderness To be honest, I'm also curious... How many Titan guards are needed for an ancient god like you who has no body and a broken soul to kill you here... completely.

How? Want to take a risk?

Sure enough, he is one of Tyrion's most trusted death lords. Rogelio's way of intimidating people is almost carved out of the same mold as the great lord. He is straightforward, domineering and rude, although the process is not Elegant, but tend to get where they want quickly.

And Miss Xalatas stood in the middle of this wasteland with an ugly face. She could clearly perceive the threat of these rock knights, which was not worth mentioning to her, but the pure titan flowing in this rock body However, the power of them restrains individuals like them, and more importantly, if it is true that there are 2,000 rock knights waiting in front of them, as the damned death lord in front of him said...

Then she will inevitably fall into a terrible and bitter battle, and the most terrible thing is that this is the realm of the dead... Here, the dead will not die here, but she is not favored by this world, and she even escapes. There is no possibility of coming out of here, but this is a real, different world!

Tch, rude fellow.

The little sister turned her pretty face to one side, folded her arms, and said sharply:

My lady doesn't have the same knowledge as you dead guys. Where is that Dark Blade City? Lead the way! Hurry up!

Well, come with me then, Miss Sarah.

Rogelio didn't really mean to force Xalatas, he just gave this rebellious hot potato a blow. The rock knights were ordered, and the black armor on their bodies quickly closed again, making them become The appearance of the fully armed death knights before, and although they have changed their life forms, their souls are still death knights loyal to the dark blade, and their identities have not changed.

The flying speed of the Frost Dragon was very fast. In just ten minutes, they landed on the black tower in the center of the ever-growing Dark Blade City. Under the leadership of the silent Rogelio, Xalatas She was quickly brought into a reception room, where an arakkoa wearing a black robe and a strange crown was waiting for her.

This is General Claw of Tongtian Peak Palace, Your Excellency Crow!

Rogelio stretched out his hand and introduced the black arakkoa in front of Xalatas. Although its feathers were well maintained and there were some brightly colored embellishments, the dark red eyes glowed from the eyes. It can be seen that this Yaman is also an undead.

He will lead you to the world of Draenor to meet a special guest! And everything you have to do is in this letter.

Rogelio took out a letter from the inner pocket of the military uniform and handed it to Xalatas. He waved his hand, and a banshee maid floated into the reception room holding a black lady's uniform. It's a new uniform, made exclusively for Xalatas, featuring a feminine beret and pleated skirt, although she can also choose to wear trousers and riding boots.

Well, these dead people are quite thoughtful.

After Rogelio left, Miss Xalatas and the silent General Crow were left in the reception room, and the lady twisted the top of the uniform with two fingers, looked at it in front of her eyes, and then Nodding in satisfaction, she waved her hand, and the long skirt on her body that evolved with the power of the void suddenly dissipated into a purple mist. This wild woman once again exposed her body to another Before the eyes of a male.

However...the crow is also a necromancer, a high-level necromancer, it does not react to the white body in front of it, on the contrary, when Xalatas changes clothes, it seems to be asleep Just like that, eyes closed, standing in place, motionless.

Soon, the young lady changed her clothes. She stood in front of the mirror with her hips crossed and looked at her own image. This black uniform set off her body very well and gave her a heroic feeling, especially the black uniform. The riding boots and the buckled belt gave her an unexpected military look, although, in the image reflected in the mirror, it was only a twisted and corrupted shadow...

swish

Xalatas put the beret on her head, she looked back at the crow, she asked:

Come on, who is the guest? If he is a lunatic who dares to face the ancient gods, then let me guess, he is either a void creature, like me, or a void follower? For example, those who study the void Wait for the creature...

It's an ethereal!

The crow finally spoke, blinking its bird eyes quickly, and then said in a hoarse and low voice:

A void spirit who calls himself Double Realm Walker is the guest of the great lord, but he is unwilling to rashly enter Azeroth controlled by the dark blade, so he chooses the meeting place in the world of Draenor. At the edge of the sky, a place very close to the stars, only the arakkoa's wings can barely get close to it.

I thought the great lord would go to see him in person, but unexpectedly, Tyrion chose a representative for himself... You are very suitable! At least as a representative, very suitable.

There was a gleam of light in the crow's dark red eyes:

You and him, I can feel that you are manipulating the same power... In addition, the high lord told Queen Laixi to find a future office location for you on the overseas islands of Draenor, so I guess, We may be neighbors for a while.

Office?

Xalatas glanced at the letter in her hand with some doubts, and she opened it. There were only a few words on it, but the young lady narrowed her eyes. She looked at those words repeatedly, and finally, Sara Tas gave an odd smile.

Infuse the power of the void into life, and cultivate a group of elves who manipulate the power of the void, so as to cure the strange addiction...Look, he also gave it a nice name, called Lang Dore, Void Elf!

Sure enough, his heart and his eyes have accepted all possible paths. Sure enough, this is where he is stronger than ignorant mortals. He will not be afraid to move forward because he is afraid of the consequences of failure. To get to the end, he's willing to give anything, he's willing to take a risk...well, well!

The young lady stroked the black broken blade badge in her hand. After a few chuckles, she pinned the badge on the chest of her uniform, and then with a very mature charm, she fixed her beret and her hair , she looked at General Crow in front of her, and said softly:

I've accepted this mission!

Now, take me to meet that dual-world walker...Let me see what these nasty ethereals have become after tens of thousands of years ago when they lost their hometown due to the surge of the void.