Azeroth’s Death Track

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The place where the stars converge, Arcane Lord Tyrion. Blade of Dawn is waiting for the answers of the Titan souls.

In the face of his questioning, and the gleaming white blade of light in Tyrion’s hands, the six Titan spirits looked at each other and seemed to be communicating with their eyes. They did not have much fear. Perhaps this silence, more More is thinking about the plan itself, and after a while, they finally have a decision.

In the icy light of the stars, following the reflection of the pantheon's wall into this killing place, he stood up with Agramar, the most familiar defender of Tyrion, and asked in a playful tone:

"If we say no, do you want to use force?"

"Yes."

The lord replied frankly:

"I don't give you the power to refuse, I just need you to choose the answer I need, I just need you to execute it."

"The Titan Spirit is indeed powerful in the Pantheon, but in your current state, to fight against the entire star sea of ​​death... It’s a little short, and I’m also curious to know if I can drive the ghost battle of the six Titan Souls to convert Will, then can I really fight against Sargeras in the dead world."

"Hahaha, it really fits the legendary death tyrant's style."

Aggrama was not angry because of the threat threatened by Tyrion. On the contrary, the golden-skinned Titan laughed. After the laugh, he thumped his left fist on his chest and then took two steps forward. Arriving in front of Tyrion, the defender reached up and grabbed the shield suspended in the air, and then extended his left hand, holding the shield high in front of the Lord, he said in a deep voice:

"But when all creatures are desperate, only people like you can really save the world... I, Agrama, I am willing to join your decisive battle!"

"May our Wuyun Changlong!"

Seeing that his brother had made a decision, there was also a trace of determination in the gleaming thunder of Aman Sur, the king of the gods. He propped up his body with a cane, took the eye of Aman Sur who was suspended in front of him, and then took it Placed on a necklace that he carried with him, he walked to Tyrion and Agrama, and the tired king of the gods said with some sighs:

"I never thought I would be so crazy desperate, but as you said, this may be our last chance."

Amansur took a deep breath and placed his lightning cane on Agrama's shield:

"Amansur, join your decisive battle! May the eternal time bless you and me."

"My predictive spell shows the future chaos."

Nogannon, the dream-weaver in a purple-gray robe, put down the book that he never left, and held the platinum disk he made in his hand. This magical Titan appeared in the phantom posture in front of the Lord of the Lord. The lord bowed slightly, and he said:

"I didn’t know until today that what we are looking for is not hope of victory. What we pray for is only a ray of chaos in fate... and only chaos can create order..."

"I, Nogannon the Dream Weaver, join your decisive battle! The magical radiance reflects our victory!"

In the hands of Nogannon, a star-like magic wand appeared. This weapon was placed on the cane of Amansour. Behind him, Ms. Ionaar, the life-granter with purple jewelry in hand, walked. A deep glance at the lord, she said:

"Although you are walking the road of death, Tyrion, but you are the one I have seen. The monarch in this group of stars who cares most for life. You have understood the meaning of life and death. May this life live forever and let destiny also Can't interfere!"

The stick of life in the lady's hand touched the other high arms, and a green light shone out, she said in a deep voice:

"I, Ionaar, are willing to fight alongside you and Elune!"

"Roar!"

Shaper Kazgros, the powerful creator and warrior couldn't help but feel excited, he gave a loud roar of war, he picked up the shaper hammer in front of him, and strode to the crowd, he Lifting the hammer, and trembling in the power of the earth, he shouted:

"I, Kazgros, wish to protect the hope of the stars! May fight for the future of these stars! Creation, eternity!"

The palms are superimposed, and the different forces are also superimposed, making this scene look so sacred and solemn. The Lord’s eyes are on the last Titan, and the youngest Titan Gorgonas picks up the broken one. The Tidestone, slightly dissatisfied, said:

"Ah, I actually want to refuse to come."

He didn't care about the odd eyes cast by other Titans. He said:

"Because you mortals have rudely destroyed my treasure, this stone was once my favorite and cherished treasure."

There was a touch of tenderness in Gorgonas' eyes. He looked at the stone in his palm and said:

"This is the most beautiful stone from the sea that gave birth to my world... but that's okay, my world is ruined... so I can't watch anymore, another world that hopes to survive, So I lost hope."

The angry drinker held out his hand, and a simple horn appeared in his hand. When the horn touched everyone's weapon, a low voice sounded from the horn.

"Thank you for your wine. I haven't been drinking that lightly for a long time."

"I, Gogonus, the rage, wish to join this decisive battle, and may the sea and sky of the stars sing praises of our victory!"

The will of the Titans merged, making the entire Pantheon tremble, and it seemed that it was ready for the final battle. The Lord looked at the weapons stacked in front of him, and he breathed a sigh of relief. In his hand, the pale death blade appeared in the palm of his hand like scattered sand, and the last weapon touched. Lord Shen Shen said:

"So..."

"Me, Terion. Blade of Dawn, I am honored to be able to walk with Titan!"

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In the core of Azeroth’s world, the consciousness of Elune, the conscious spirit of the world, once again swept her own world. She was watching the lives of the spirits and watching them prepare for the final battle. Listening to the roars of the soldiers and the laughter of the children without knowing their troubles, the world's various expressions are flowing in the will of the spirit of the world.

This is the power of civilization. On the symbolic level, the stronger the power of civilization, the faster the growth of the spirit of the world. The spirit of the world and the world, and the world and life, are a complete cycle between the three. The break of the ring will lead to the stagnation of the entire system, or even collapse.

Elune is not very worried about the upcoming battle, she knows that this brave world has defeated the Burning Legion three times, and the soldiers of this world are not afraid of the horrible demons born from the twisted void, they will not Succumbed to the obscene power of the Burning Legion, no matter how difficult that battle was, they will survive it, they will survive it, and they will continue to live proudly on this land.

What Elune really worried about was the threat of the dark Titan Sargeras.

Her ignorant brother, the most terrifying destroyer of the stars, if she and Tyrion could not block Sargeras, then the life of this world would be useless no matter how brave...

Sargeras, that is another level of enemies.

Maybe, maybe we can get help from the Titan Soul of the Pantheon, and with their help, our battle against Sargeras will be smoother.

Elune thought in this way, sober thinking made the spirit of the world unable to bear to think, if she had not been eroded by the ancient gods, if she had not suffered so much, according to the development of Azeroth civilization Speed, now that she is probably close to maturity, and has the power of battle, she will no longer rely on other people to protect her.

It was probably that some of the will in the nether world sensed Elune’s little idea. Just as she was about to take a nap, Tyrion’s voice suddenly sounded in the core of the world:

"Little Elune, I have found your loved ones, and I have also found the traces of the Pantheon, they are all waiting for you."

"???

This sudden good news made Elune froze for a moment. Does this world really want to make this happen?

"How should I pass?"

Elune asked subconsciously that she believed in Tyrion because although the death was always cold, but since he formed an indissoluble bond with the spirit of the world, it has been almost ten years until today. Time has passed, he has never let Elune down.

As Elune said, except for the Titans, Tyrion is the most trusted creature in her long life.

Moreover, Tyrion also died once for her.

If a mortal girl encounters such a thing, her heart will have sprung up for a long time, but unfortunately the spirit of the world is born as a Titan. They will hardly consider these things in their lives.

"Your spokesperson Muradin is taking the tears of Elune to the Chamber of Hearts, where you are waiting, integrating your will into the tears of Elune, your loved ones will build a channel of will in the Pantheon, you I will see them soon."

Tyrion's calm voice sounded again, and Elune responded crisply, and began to wait with joy.

That's the Titans, that's her loved ones. In this group of stars, apart from Tyrion, what kind of gesture should they be to see them?

Do you feel shy?

The little girl soon fell into her own delusions, and on the other side, in the arcane realm at the center of the Pantheon, the Titans were observing the will of Azeroth and the spirit of the world, Nogannon He and Amansur are ready to open the channel of will at any time and transfer the will of the world spirit to the Pantheon.

And Ionaar, the life-giver, seemed to have trouble bearing this delicate female Titan, and she had already guessed what would happen next.

She turned her head and looked back at them, looking at the death lord of the starry sky. She couldn't help but ask:

"Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know."

There is not much emotional change in Tyrion’s right eye, and he seems to have guessed the day.

"She's just a pure child, she shouldn't bear these, she will hate you before she really realizes your contribution and the meaning of our sacrifice... even, she will... want to destroy you. "

The life-granter said behind the lord:

"Maybe...maybe you can leave first and let us tell her all about it."

"Do not."

The lord extended his hand, and a chain of pale and golden light appeared in his hand. He looked at this thing and said:

"I must be here... she must do it all."

"It was me who liberated her. I shaped the world. I shaped her. I pushed her into the destiny I compiled. This is the last step... I have to do it myself."

"Ugh..."

Seeing more of the birth of the world, seeing more of the evolution of civilization, Titan sighed. She looked at the big lord as if she were going to blend into the back of the stars, and her voice became deeper:

"You love that world so much, but you hide everything under a cold mask. Do you like her? Do you like Elune?"

"Well. But not the kind of ‘like’ you think."

Perhaps it was the fate that was the most important and the final dividing line. The Lord of the Lord finally no longer concealed his emotions. His expressionless face softened. He looked up and looked at the brightest star in this strange star field. The star, with a voice describing the story, said to the listener behind him:

"I... in the first 300 years of my life, I was busy."

"I have a lover, that's the only lover in my life. I wanted to spend a peaceful life with her. I have a few children who continue our blood and live like ordinary people."

"But when I really stepped into my destiny, I could never have a child, nor did my wife."

"I don't know whether this is the maliciousness of fate, or the punishment for my cowardice and futility in the first half of my life, but at that time, I was still unable to resist fate."

"My Aurelia and I adopted several children. We loved them and raised them as real daughters, but... bloodline, this stupid definition in the eyes of mortals, was supposed to be meaningless. , But it always made me unable to release my heart, I didn't really feel the feeling of being a father."

"I want to have a child of my own, truly my own..."

There was a gentle smile on the big lord’s face, which was somewhat stiff and bitter, but he did not turn around and did not show this smile to others, as if it was a deep emotion , Unwilling to share with others, let alone see their weakness.

Grim reaper...will not cry.

"Then I found it."

"Now, I have my own child..."

"I watched her grow, protect her, teach her, scold her, I gave her true freedom, and weave her the most beautiful road of fate, my child, under my proud gaze, she grows day by day Big, and just today, she will embark on her own life."

Behind the high lord, there was tears in the eyes of Life Titan, she was a sentimental deity.

"If you want to destroy the child, give her everything; but if you want to make her a strong person, you must strictly demand it."

The lord turned around. Behind him, in the light radiated by the pantheon's Olympian mirror, one was similar to Tyrande's 7 points, and the remaining 3 points were almost extremely similar to some details of Tyrion. Similar, especially the eyes, as if carved in a mold.

She wore a single ponytail, and her figure, composed of pure arcane light, appeared there little by little, and there was a smile on her face, just like coming to a real adult ceremony.

There was an undisguised pride beating in the one eye of the high lord. Like a real father, he proudly said to the life Titan around him:

"Look..."

"My daughter, here..."

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