Azeroth’s Death Track

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"There are many secrets hidden in this castle."

Sassovar the Corruptor walked quietly in the dark temple. After entering the castle, he quickly discovered the hidden things in the castle. The kind of active and extreme space fluctuations. Obviously, Ner'zhul Using the Sargeras Scepter in the Dark Temple filled the inherent space of this fortress with cracks, just like the space of the Dark Portal, which can be easily torn apart.

"It's definitely easier to open the portal here."

The dreadlord touched his smooth chin, and his black eyes flashed light of thought: "Maybe after victory, I should use this as my palace to rule the world, King of Draenor, it sounds great Well."

Nasrezm laughed, turned and walked into another fork, passing the death knight guarding in the hall, but the death knight found no trace of the fear demon king.

The dreadlord, Nasrezm, this race is a true family of shadows. Their understanding and use of shadows can be called masters in the entire universe, infiltrating a fortress, a city, spreading lies, disintegrating fighting spirit, Spreading disease is just the most basic skill for them. They are the best scouts and conspirators in the Burning Legion.

Sassovar now desperately needs to find an entry point. It is not easy to cause riots in the dark temple. The dead people lack emotions and firm will, which means that the fear demon wants to corrode the will of these high-level death knights and it will be difficult to control. One or two knights will not work at all. It must find a guy with enough weight.

But soon, the Corruptor found a suitable target. In the fortress full of undead, the fear demon quickly smelled the breath of living people, which made it shine...the book toward the dark temple quickly The room rushed past.

"First of all, the crystal should be polished to the ultimate smoothness."

Archmage Khadgar was sitting on the table in the library with a crystal clear crystal in his hand, and an ancient scroll was spread out in front of his eyes. It was written in the language of the Crow, very obscure, but clever. After learning the language of the Crow, the Archmage can easily read it.

This scroll was just unearthed by the raven people. It is said that the ancient ravens used the Apexis crystal, which made the Archmage very interested. So after the demon war was a little calmer, he began to dig into this. reel.

"Uh, it seems to be enough."

Khadgar put the Apexis crystal polished in his hand and looked at it. Under the light of the crystal lamp, every aspect of the crystal was gleaming with gorgeous luster, which made him very satisfied.

"Then the second step...wait, the sun? Melt the crystal with sunlight and cast it into a hexagonal crystal column?"

The Archmage froze for a moment. How can sunlight melt the crystal? Not to mention the extremely hard Apexis crystal, which made him stop scratching his ears and scratching his research on the crystal again. He picked up the pen on his hand and wrote and wrote on his notes, but soon, He remembered another thing.

Khadgar was very free in Draenor, Tyrion did not restrict his movements, he could go wherever he wanted, to get any information he wanted to know, but the more he knew, the Archmage felt More and more confused.

At the beginning, he chose to stay in Draenor because of his reckless move and cooperation with Bronze Dragon Sefir, which made the Union’s advance army of more than 1,000 warriors die innocently, which made the kind-hearted Archmage feel With indescribable frustration and pain, after learning the truth of the bronze dragon, the Archmage felt that he needed to devote himself to the great cause of liberating Azeroth from the bronze dragon's control.

But after calming down, Khadgar was not difficult to find that everything he learned was actually seen under the guidance of Tyrion, which made it difficult for the mage to not doubt the original intention of the death knight, so he was facing During the Lich Transformation Ceremony, he chose to refuse. He felt that he needed to learn more, and then calmly decided whether to join the undead party.

After all, it is sacrifice of life and sacrifice of the most precious thing. Khadgar has the consciousness of sacrificing himself, but he still feels hesitant in the face of unclear choices. After all, this mage is just a mortal, although it looks very old , But he is only 30 years old this year. Although he has experienced a lot, his experience is still not enough for him to find the real direction in the mist.

"So, who is justice and who is evil?"

The Archmage looked at his notes, and he muttered to himself: "Obviously being a dead person, you have to fight a demon with a demon in a life-and-death war. What are you doing for all this?"

He experienced the battle of demons in Auchinton’s Necropolis. He saw with his own eyes how the dead spirits that were once considered evil hanged the more evil demons. He also saw how the death lords defeated the demonic legion. He was even more After watching the cooperation between the Draenei and the Knights of Dark Edge, the living and the deceased guarded each other, but in the face of the same enemy, they fought together.

"Even people like Velen can be persuaded by you..."

The Archmage stared at the spar lamp on the table in front of him, and the light in his eyes became dazed. In places where he didn't notice, darkness was eroding his thinking little by little, making his thinking obscure.

"Uh, I mean... what's wrong with me?"

The light of the crystal lamp flashed in vain, and the Master immediately woke up from the state of wandering. He rubbed his forehead and stood up, shaking his body. He turned his head to look around, the world in front of him became strange, and the dark breath was in him. Eyes are wrapped around everything, and the Archmage can feel that the twisted darkness is eroding his will.

"boom"

Khadgar subconsciously grabbed the guardian's staff on hand, and the huge magic power gathered to try to cut off the power of the Corruptor Sasovar to pierce his mind, but he lacked the experience of fighting demons and wanted to At the moment of the counterattack, Sasolval's gloomy laugh sounded in the heart of the Archmage, and he immediately lost control of his body.

The violent purple magical power surged out of the body of the Archmage without restraint, and a fierce magical storm formed in an instant, when the erratic magical power gathered to the limit...

"boom"

A loud bang sounded from the library room, and the violent magic shattered the books and shelves visited around in an instant. In the debris, even the suspension of the entire dark temple was in operation. There was a temporary disorder. .

"Kaka Kaka"

The magic sparks lit up one after another in the energy channel of the dark temple. It was like a precision-operated instrument was forcibly cut off. In a low hum, the dark temple suspended in the sky lost its power to float and began Fall quickly.

The roar of the undeads rang through the falling fortress, the entire temple was chaotic at this moment, and Archmage Khadgar was thrown upward in the rapid weightless vibration, and his head hit the stone wall fiercely. On, and then collided again and again, in the process, his body was like an unmanned puppet, his eyes were dull, and he let his head hit the blood.

In the mind, the will of the Archmage is fiercely confronting the corruptors who invade the soul.

"Blank, painful, helpless, hesitant, confessed... and see, how fragile and pathetic this soul is."

The dark form roared in the Archmage's mind, constantly whipping the Archmage's soul with the power of shadow, and tried to imprison him:

"You have tyrannical magic powers, but you don't have the inner heart to match the strength. Mortal people, it is a pity that you don't even know how to defeat me!"

"Bang bang"

The dark tentacles were cut off one by one by the Archmage’s will. He realized that he might be in the most difficult trouble, but Khadgar was not willing to give up like this. In the realm of the soul he was not familiar with, Like a rude warrior, he dashed in the sea of ​​his own soul.

Sasoval was not in a hurry. The magical release just now destroyed the simple floating formation of the Dark Temple. The fall of this air fortress will undoubtedly attract the attention of all the undead in the Hellfire Peninsula.

It has done what it has to do. Now, it just wants to expand its victory a little bit. It hides in the corner of Khadgar’s mind, like a cat play mouse, constantly provokes Khadgar with language. soul:

"You are a coward!"

"You killed your mentor!"

"You and the undead are contaminated, you have betrayed your mission!"

"Oh, you even thought about joining them... so stupid, which living person would be willing to give up his life?"

"Are you pursuing justice? Stupid, you don't know what justice is at all. What you are pursuing is just the concept imposed by others..."

"You have never lived for yourself. Look, I can clearly see that you are in love with the humble half-orc! But you dare not keep him cowardly."

"Hahahaha"

Anxious words, such as the most vicious whip, beat Khadgarse's trembling heart, but also aroused the heartfelt wrath of the Archmage, because Sathovar said it was true, and it was the most hidden inside him Deep shadows and anger, this situation will trigger reckless decisions and directly lead to failure.

"enough!"

Khadgar roared, pouring out all the power in his mind, like a big storm that swept through everything, tearing the dark shadows in front of him, and after everything was calm, his consciousness once again dominated He lost his body, but before he added a shield to himself, the dark temple that fell fell on the ground of the Hellfire Peninsula.

"boom"

Shocks that fell from a height of hundreds of meters caused vibrations like the most terrifying earthquakes, even if the death knights started the defense against the impact, but the terrible impact still messed up everything inside the temple. Khadgar's body was like a boat at the top of the tide, and he was thrown hard, and then hit the ground frantically.

This impact made his eyes black, and he stood up leaning on the staff and stood up with a pair of black hooves entwined with flames.

"Do you think you won?"

"Idiot, maybe the power is respected in the outside world, but in my battlefield, the will is everything."

"Your body belongs to me!"

"Om"

The movement of the Archmage’s resistance suddenly stopped, and the tall body of the Corruptor Sasovall turned into a dark bat and dissipated in the air, like a storm of bats, surrounding Khadgar’s body in the scream of the dark bat. Khadgar made a painful howl, and after a while, he regained his body, but his eyes had turned black.

"Oh, it's always so easy to defeat the hearts of living people..."

Sassovar put the guardian's staff in his hand and looked at it. He felt the huge magic power in Khadgar's body, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Then let this hustle and bust come a little more crazy!"

"boom"

All the debris blocked in front of him was torn apart by the violent magic power. In the purple shiny winding, the fear demon manipulated the Master's body out of the library, but at the moment when the door was opened, a figure was blocked in front of it.

Sassovar stared at the slender figure, and it gave a low laugh:

"Yo, Mr. Tyrion, are you here to meet me?"

Tyrion, who rushed back from Hellfire Citadel, frowned and looked at Khadgar in front of him. Obviously, under the body of the Archmage, another soul was hidden. He asked in a hollow voice:

"who are you?"

"I?"

Khadgar had a twisted smile on his face. He habitually interlaced his fingers and said in a weird voice:

"I am Archmage Khadgar, am I not your friend?"

"bass"

The buzzing magic blade came out of the sheath, and Tyrion's voice became cold:

"Get out of him! Now, right now!"

The revelation of the apocalypse made Sasorvar the Corruptor's eyes shrink. As an orthodox Nasrezm demon, it recognized this magic sword, which was cast by the ancient Nasrezm ancestors. One of the magic blades is rumored that the fear demon Casanathir took it and disappeared among the stars. Unexpectedly, this thing fell on Tyrion's hand.

But in the face of the death knight's threat, the Fear Demon was not nervous. He waved his staff and said in Khadgar's voice:

"What if I say no? You see, whether it is a living or a dead person, there is always hesitation when facing "friends". This senseless emotion binds you, but it is my sharpest weapon, I really want to Know, what would you do in the face of this choice?"

"puff"

As soon as Sasovall's words fell, Tyrion's body turned into a shadow in front of the Archmage. In the horrified gaze of the Fearful Demon King, Magic Blade Apocalypse easily broke the Archmage's shield, Then, without hesitation, he pierced the heart of the Archmage. In the blood, Tyrion stared at Khadgar's black eyes. He whispered:

"It seems that your weapon is not sharp enough... And what makes you have the illusion that he is my friend?"

The dreadlord struggled to escape from Khadgar's pierced body, but the buzzing, magic blade cast by the ancestor of Nasrezm grabbed the soul of the dreadlord with a bit A little dragged into the hissing sword body.

"I don't know who you are yet, but listen... Tianqi likes you very much, my new friend..."

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