Azeroth’s Death Track

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Seriously, if there is enough leisure time, Tyrion is willing to stay in the Defia Federation and watch how this new country under his own hand develops and grows, but the problem is that he does not have that much time. .

After the fall of Stormwind City, the next strategic location to be won is Ironforge, the copper-beard dwarf city in Kazmodan, which was built within the Great Snow Mountain in Kazmodan and the underground furnace in the underground. Differently, the only way to enter Ironforge is to walk through the main entrance, and when the old tribes swept the mainland, they were left behind in the orcs of Kazmodan when they were the most powerful and could not breathe in the Seven Nations Alliance. Also failed to break through the main entrance of Ironforge.

Speaking of comfort and beauty, Ironforge is simply not number one in this world, but when it comes to sturdiness and intractability, Ironforge is definitely the undisputed number one.

Therefore, if you want to contribute to Ironforge, you can only use some special methods, but fortunately, an attack plan against Ironforge has already been implemented. If all goes well, about 1 month later, this entire Azerbaijan The most difficult city in Russ will fall into the hands of Tyrion.

And compared to watching the development of a new human country, there is another important matter awaiting the handling of Tyrion.

Ansu, the **** of crows who was sent to Kalimdor a few years ago, finally fulfilled his promise.

Just 2 days ago, several mysterious people appeared in the Zangarmarsh in the world of Draenor. They took the initiative to contact the death knights who patrolled the sky and said that they came on behalf of a powerful person to see Thai. Ryan. Blade of Dawn.

From the decoration of those mysterious people, they should be what Tyrion has been waiting for...Druids.

The Dark Temple has earned the sky above the Zangarmarsh, it is suspended above the sky, and the shadow cast on the lake below is very quiet, and with a trace of grim that cannot be ignored.

There were two Druids who secretly passed through the Dark Gate to Draenor, two men and one woman, both wearing their traditional animal skin robes, holding thorny staff in their hands, and they looked quite wild.

Under the leadership of the human ghost servants, the three silent druids walked the dark path of the dark temple and came to the parlor. The **** mother was already waiting for these guests.

Aurelia sits on the main seat and looks at the two purple-skinned night elves in front of her. There is a trace of distrust and hostility in her eyes. The trust of the dead to the living is instinctive, but the hostility, but It is the squalid that lasted for thousands of years between the high elves of Quel'Thalas and the night elves.

The sun elders of the high elves, Das Leima. Sunstriders, because they were very crowded and suppressed in the night elf society, they broke away from the eternal society in anger and took the people across the endless sea. Quel'Thalas settled, although this time of self-exile, nominally this is a collision between two beliefs, but to be honest, if there is no political factor in it, it is purely self-deception.

The high elves believed in the power of magic. In the earlier era, during the elf empire ruled by Queen Azshara, the high elves were the noble class of the empire, while the night elves were only civilian classes. Elune’s faith, and after some evil deals were reached between Queen Azshara and Dark Titan Sargeras, the entire elven empire collapsed, and eventually the night elves under the leadership of the heroes rebuilt the elven society.

The belief in Elune has come back, and the status of the high elves who betrayed Queen Azshara in the war and stood on the side of the night elves seemed very embarrassing, but that was already 6,800 years ago, although This mutual hostility and hatred still flow in the blood vessels of both sides, but at least today, Aurelia suppresses her inner aversion to night elves, at least on the surface.

Because at this time she represented the Dark Blade Legion and Tyrion, and no longer Quel'Thalas.

"High-end Druid Moana, salute you, mistress of the dark blade."

The headed one has long red hair, but the indifferent female Druid leaned slightly towards Aurelia, her attitude is full of the night elf's social style, calm and indifferent with a trace of innate arrogant.

The two tall male druids behind him also had similar expressions, and one of them was more indifferent, looking like a qualified bodyguard and entourage, but introduced himself by his own name:

"High-end Druid Olt. Stantin!"

The other druid with long purple hair and purple hair was softer, but there was always a sad light flowing in those eyes:

"Serellien. Whiteclaw, trainee Druid."

"Ok?"

This made Aurelia curious. As a messenger, sending a powerful druid to the world of undead can completely guarantee his safety, but what is this low-level trainee druid here to do? ?

Is he a hidden big man?

Aurelia's gaze stayed on White Paw for a moment, but soon rejected his own idea. Serelion lacked a big man's temperament. He should really be just an ordinary trainee Druid.

And while Aurelia was watching them, the indifferent female druid also spoke again:

"I had dinner with His Majesty Daslemah, and my father and I expressed great regret that he finally chose to leave the Kadorei society...but I hope that the conflict between the two communities will not affect me. The purpose of coming here."

"Your father?"

The **** mother tasted this sentence, she lazily supported her chin with her hand, looking at Mo Yana, she asked softly:

"Can I know your father's name?"

"Of course, his name is..."

"Deer helmet."

Another cold voice sounded behind the druids, and Mo Yana turned her head, and saw the door of the parlor slowly open, wearing a robe, and walked into the room with a blue crowned Tyrion, He looked at the three messengers in front of him with ice blue eyes. After a while, he said softly:

"The name of Big Druid Vandal. Deer Helmet, even in this remote small world, I have heard about it, and you, Ms. Mo Yana, can let you leave the little daughter of Ashenvale, not far away. Wanli came to see a group of druids who hated the most dead souls. Presumably, you must shoulder a heavy and extremely important mission."

Tyrion glanced over the three druids. At the closest distance between them, the icy male druid stepped forward without a look, blocking Moana and White Claw. Obviously, Tyrion's appearance made him feel dangerous.

But the King of Dark Blades did not do anything to them, but stepped forward and sat next to his wife. He stretched his hands to hold his wife’s waist, and leaned on the seat in a relaxed posture. After the gate was closed again, only five of them remained in the entire hall.

"Generally speaking, living people take the initiative to meet the dead, either to pursue death, or to escape death, but the night elves are not old and immortal, so I guess, you come with the third purpose, and now there is no extra Let’s say it."

Tyrion nodded, his eyes fell on Mo Yana:

"I am listening."

"I heard a lot of stories about Tyrion. Blade of Dawn along the way. In those stories, you always appear as a wise and mysterious image."

Mo Yana stepped forward and looked at Tyrion without fear. Her beautiful blue eyes shone a faint craving:

"I have also seen death knights who are no different from living people. Rumors are true. You have the power of death and you can regenerate dead people in a complete manner... This is also the greatest life magic. Things we can’t reach, and we, we are here for that!"

"Resurrection? No, I can't do this."

Tyrion admitted his shortcomings without hesitation. He looked at the druids in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Azeroth's souls will become crippled after death. Even if you are a night elf who will not enter hell, your soul will return to the tree of the world. I have seen that scene in person, I am sorry, but for I can’t do anything about your death. At least for now, I can’t interfere with the world tree’s **** to your soul.”

"But what if before the world tree is planted?"

The trainee druid stepped forward suddenly, and White Claw asked awkwardly:

"What if it was the soul that died in the catastrophe ten thousand years ago? I can guarantee that her soul is complete, but the evil will has infiltrated that soul, and her body has also been infused with the power of darkness, Like a walking dead, can you save such a death?"

"You called White Claw?"

Tyrion looked at the druid in a yellow robe. He carefully observed the eccentric elf. He saw the fairer skin of the white paws and the magic hidden in his body. Although it was very weak, it was real. of.

"You are not a night elf, you are an upper elf!"

The King of Dark Blades wondered:

"I didn't expect that I can still see a living upper elf in 10,000 years, and your soul is not bound by the tree of the world, so I think I should be able to save that poor soul. "

Tyrion pursed his lips and asked with a hint of malice:

"But the problem is that you are a druid, aren't you? With such a contaminated soul, with my understanding of your style of action, shouldn't you purify her body and let her soul return to freedom and return to Is it in a natural cycle?"

Serelion. Whiteclaw clenched his fists in pain, and tears even appeared in his eyes:

"Annaya, she is... she is my wife. Ten thousand years ago, the demon destroyed Amisara, my Annaya also died in that disaster, I thought I would never see her again in this life , But just a few years ago, the magic of the Black Sea changed, and many unwilling ghosts appeared in the ruins of Amisara, including...my Annaya."

"The mentor asked me to end Annaya's pain and relieve her, but I couldn't do it..."

"White Claw is a very talented Druid."

The indifferent Druid Altyn Stantin, who had never spoken, patted the shoulder of his sobbing companion. He looked up at Tyrion:

"He was my best friend ten thousand years ago. His love with Annaya is a true manifestation of his unwavering determination. He is very painful, so this time we brought him with him. If you can help him, you will Reap goodwill from my personal."

"Good faith? What am I going to do with this thing?"

Tyrion smiled disdainfully. His fingers were beating on his knees. After a while, he threw a pendant inlaid with a blank soul stone to Serelion. He whispered:

"Going to bring her soul to me, just a simple requisition ritual, the emotions in the soul that became mad because of the pain of death will be calmed down, of course, if you want your wife to remain intact Body, then it’s best to bring her dead body together. For any soul that can preserve reason and thinking in the torture of death, I am not hesitant to lend a helping hand."

"After all, regardless of their race and beliefs during life, they are my true compatriots after death."

"Thank you, thank you."

Serelion bowed down sincerely, but just as he was about to leave, Tyrion's cold voice sounded behind him:

"Did you forget something, Mr. White Claw."

"I have given you the help you need, and what is your reward? I haven't seen it yet."

"White Claw is about to become a disciple of my father, if you can help him understand the knot, you will undoubtedly get from the Druid..."

Mo Yana said softly, but before she finished, she was interrupted by Tyrion’s hand:

"I have already said that the goodwill of living people is meaningless to me! Even the Grand Druid is the same. I value more practical things, not to mention, I think you are not qualified to help Mr. Serilien Decide."

He looked at the white paws of the trainee druid. He narrowed his eyes and smiled and said:

"Since even Mr. Deer Helm thinks you are very talented, then after your wife’s perfect recovery, it’s better to join us with her, Mr. Serrien, if you really love as you said She, she wants to accompany her until she is old, then I think you probably won’t reject this proposal."

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