Azeroth’s Death Track

Between the stars and the sky at the Ulduar Observatory, the atmosphere has froze to the extreme.

The observer looked at Tyrion who was blocking the way in front of him, he seemed a little dazed, he didn't know the awkward relationship between Tyrion and Azeroth civilization, nor the thoughts of the death believer in front of him, but he could feel The threat posed by Tyrion, especially when the great lord's aura is unattractive, the heavy pressure is like a mountain.

The great lord stood there, standing in front of the information transmitter. The power of death in his body was flowing, which affected the stars and sky of the observatory. Those starlights seemed to be repelled by some kind of force. The observatory gathered into a shining light. It may not be difficult to kill the observer in front of him, but it is meaningless to harvest only one corpse. The real significance of the observer lies in his ability to tour the stars. Whether it is for the guardians, It is also very important for the big lord.

If possible, Tyrion didn't want to kill Algalon in front of him here.

The great guardian Lai watched this scene calmly. He could have intervened in it, but he didn't. He was waiting for another person to appear. Lai knew very well that for a guardian like Algaron who lacks emotional thinking, it would be too much. Nothing beats a titan's command.

And Lai also believes that the great lord is actually waiting...

The difference between Algalon and Tyrion is not just for the two to make a decision, it is also a choice for the protoss Elune. Perhaps, Tyrion also wants to see, in the process of saving himself and protecting himself. Among world civilizations, what choice will Elune make?

Although he has great confidence in Elune, he hopes to see the decision of the protoss with his own eyes... Just like a qualified guardian, he hopes to see Elune's growth.

As a result, the people who were waiting were not disappointed.

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A silver moon veil suddenly appeared between the starry sky of the observatory, covering the body of the observer Algalon. This special life, whose whole body was made of starlight, seemed to be communicating with the thoughts in the moon veil. , After a while, he took the initiative to take a step back, and he looked at the great lord in front of him with his flickering starlight perception. He still had a trace of scrutiny and suspicion, and he said softly:

That's as you wish... I will immediately go to the stars, contact other observers who have escaped the ravages of the Burning Legion, and wait for your news in the stars, but I doubt that in this world, these imperfect Flesh and flesh, can you do what you promised...

The miracles bred in this world will open your eyes.

The great lord retorted, and then let go of the Ashbringer in his hand. At the moment the sharp blade dissipated, Algaron the Observer's body of stars also turned into a beam of starlight and dissipated in the observatory. The pale sky slowly dissipated at this moment, revealing the original appearance of the observatory.

So, what did you tell him?

The great lord watched the starlight dissipate, and he asked on a spiritual level:

Maybe I really underestimated you to let such a cold guy act according to your words...

That's just because you have ignored the position and importance of the Pantheon in the heart of Titan Creation. Not everything has to be resolved by force.

Elune's light voice sounded in the mind of the great lord. She seemed to be still angry because of what happened last time, but after a while, her voice became low and deep, like a sleepy child:

Why do you doubt my choice? Tyrion...

I will never forget everything that mortals have done for me, and I will never forget everything you have done for me... Algalon is willing to help me, but this is not of much help to your crazy plan, The Observer is not good at fighting, and at most he can only give us some useful information.

Elune's reminder made the great lord nod, he turned around and glanced at the information transmitter behind him, he reached out and picked up the platinum Norgannon disc, and said:

That's enough, I have no shortage of warriors...sleep, Elune, when you wake up next time, your illness...will be cured.

The World Spirit was silent for a moment, and at the moment her consciousness dissipated, a long sigh came into Tyrion's mind.

I hope so.

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At the same time, in the castle of Dark Blade City in the dead world, Yuna, the little ghost who just ran back from Stormwind City, pouted and walked in the secluded castle with a displeased face. The face is full of unhappiness, the reason is very simple, she just had a quarrel with her little friend.

The little panda Lili who was studying at the Federal College of Nature recently wanted to go back to school for class, but Yuna wanted Lili to accompany her to the zoo in Stormwind City. Stern refusal caused Yuna's extreme dissatisfaction.

Study, study all day long! Learning can be as fun as teasing a hippopotamus! They're all a bunch of idiots! Forget it, I'll go and play with Sarantia!

Yuna complained viciously, and walked into Tyrion's treasure room familiarly. This is the place where the great lord used to store some valuable spoils. Little Yuna looked around, Like a skilled thief, he grasped the lock of the treasure room with both hands, fiddled with it a few times, and amidst the flashes of light, the magic lock was opened quietly.

The little ghost proudly stroked the crown on the top of his head, and then ran in. This is a large warehouse, and the stone wall is illuminated by spar lamps. Under the scattered light, the neatly arranged trophies , seem to be covered with a bright veil.

The Skull of Gul'dan that Tyrion got when he was a death knight was carefully placed in a crystal box on the stone pillar in the deepest part of the warehouse. The great lord no longer needs it, so this Things are more regarded as a nostalgia for the past years.

And next to Gul'dan's skull, there is a crystal shining with emerald green light. It is one of the Atama crystals, the Shadow of Foliage. It is strung with a beautiful silver thread, which is the blood mother. Favorite jewelry, it will be taken out for decoration only on important occasions.

On the weapon rack on one side, there are two one-handed warhammers with square heads and square brains. They are the sacred objects of the Dark Iron Dwarves, opponents and persuaders, and are said to be the pride of the most powerful blacksmith black iron dwarves in history. It was originally Dornan's weapon, and it was also the first birthday present given to Dornan by the great lord. Dornan often came to wipe it, and did not allow little Yuna to move around.

Next to the Warhammer was a thick magic tome. It was The Book of Medivh. A memory of the past.

The largest collection in the warehouse is the treasure of the Arakkoa Empire from Tongtian Peak, the complete Rukmar's Breath unearthed from the ancient tomb, the great lord once used this ancient energy weapon to kill a giant Demons, and now Dark Blade has better weapons, this ancient collection of Rukhmar's Breath, was also placed in his warehouse by the High Lord.

Yuna doesn't like the things carefully collected by the great lord. This little ghost has very strange taste. She always likes to collect some weird things and takes pleasure in it. She has her own in the castle. The room, and that room is always the messiest in the castle, there are too many weird things in it.

Yuna's favorite thing to play with secretly is the crown placed on the other side of the warehouse. It is not just one crown, but many. Some of these crowns are gorgeous, some are simple, and they all come from the forgotten kings. The gift represents the opening of the new era of Dark Blade. Yuna also has crowns, but she always likes to take these crowns to go out and show off. Because of this bad habit, Yuna has been reprimanded by Alleria many times.

But this brat doesn't care!

Yuna rubbed her hands, intending to take out King Terenas's purple velvet-embellished crown, but when she opened the crystal cover, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye that was completely made of purple velvet. The bracelet made of emerald green crystal made the little ghost suddenly interested.

She was sure that the pillar was still empty the last time she came, which meant that the bracelet was the latest Tyrion had put in the warehouse.

A smirk flashed across Yuna's face, she ran over with a smile, lifted the crystal cover, picked up the green bracelet indifferently, looked at it in front of her eyes, and then put it next to her ear to listen.

She heard the howling of the soul...

In each crystal bead, there is a painful soul sealed. This thing is something that no one with faith will touch, but Yuna is not afraid. She is a spirit body herself. Naturally lacking in fear, and with such a wicked bracelet, she will look cool!

Hee hee, baby, it's mine!

Yuna licked her lips, then put the bracelet on her wrist, looked around, and felt very satisfied. The little girl let out a series of cheerful laughter, then turned her head and ran out of Tyrion's treasure house. After closing the door, the lights in the treasury dimmed at this moment, and the whole warehouse was dead silent. It was not until nearly 10 minutes later that two dim shadows appeared in the deepest shadow of the treasury.

They seemed to have been there all the time, watching Yuna's actions.

The little idiot did take that thing away... Tyrion still knows her.

Well, it's best to guess what a child's mind is, especially a little fool like Yuna whose mind is full of muddleheaded... Then all we have to do now is wait, let's see, that cunning and undead Mother of Holy Light, when will you take the bait?

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The dark sky seemed to be a cold winter day, and Velen looked blankly at the dilapidated cities around him.

It seems that a terrible war has just happened here. The warm city in his memory has turned into ruins. The pungent gunpowder smoke is floating on the ruins, and those compatriots who are suffering in the hell of war...

Here... is this Argus?

This is the Argus in his memory.

Prophet, save me!

Save us, Lord Velen, please!

Help me! Velen! Help me!

A call came into the prophet's ears, and the prophet couldn't help but turn his head. Behind him, thousands of eredar who were suffering from the green evil energy disaster seemed to be ignited. Weeping in the flames, begging the prophet to save them, there are men, women, children, and old people in that voice, they are all his people!

Holy Light, help me!

The old prophet couldn't bear to see the suffering of the people. He called for the power of the Holy Light, but the warm light that always lingered on his body in the past no longer responded to him at this moment, as if that power didn't exist at all. Pass.

Holy light!

The Prophet seemed to have a premonition of something, and a sudden sense of urgency rushed into his heart. He took tired steps and walked along the ruins, but the calling voice behind him never stopped, like a ghost haunting him , never resting, until the end, the Prophet was already running, and he seemed to want to escape from such a nightmare.

But just after he climbed over a ruin with difficulty, he saw another self!

Wearing a white robe, he knelt in pain in the hell full of steel fragments, and in his arms lay a dead eredar...that was an eredar who had accepted the evil energy, he Already turned into a demon, but why, why another prophet, behaved so painfully?

Wait...that eredar!

That's Rakish, that's... that's his son!

It's all your fault!

The other prophet who was holding his dead son in agony turned his head, his old face was full of distorted anger and hatred, an expression that would never appear on Velen's face.

The Holy Light can't save him! You have to make a sacrifice! But you didn't!

You killed him yourself!

Murderer! You killed your... son!

He roared, and the sound of thousands of wailing behind him also sounded at this moment, like deafening thunder, the frantic sound was like a hell of disaster, if Velen was to be pulled into it, he would not be able to see the slightest bit of light.

No!

At the moment when the darkness completely enveloped the world, Velen opened his eyes suddenly. He gasped heavily. The Prophet lowered his head and looked at the purple crystal soul song hanging on his chest, which was shining with a faint light. , which means... It means that he seemed to make another prophecy when he was meditating.

A terrific prophecy, a prophecy of death...but is that in the future, or is it just...just a fragment of an infinite number of futures?

Velen felt his head hurt, and just as he was about to take a break, the voice of Grand Vindicator Maraad sounded outside the meditation room:

Prophet? Are you awake?

It's time for us to attend the funeral of General Abedis...