Azeroth’s Death Track

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"He's coming! Run!"

"Help! Help me, don't leave me alone! Please!"

"Hurry away! Hurry away! No!"

"boom"

The dark red energy of death was intertwined, and the phantom of a huge white frost bone dragon ran wildly in the twisted dark red jungle. The witches hidden in the forest trying to fight back had no time to dodge, and they were caught by the bone. The cold breath from the dragon froze in place, then quietly lost its ugly life.

The death knights riding on the warhorse guarded their leaders. On the outer periphery, under this place, those corpses that had been buried for thousands of years, but maintained their strength and consciousness because of the dark magic, were awakened. They were awakened. Infused with the power of revenge, he used a rough bone knife to rush towards the panicked witches.

This is a force they have never seen before, and they are simply unable to confront...

"It's really noisy!"

Tyrion, who was riding on the Skeletal Warhorse, looked at the battlefield in disgust. He was tired of the screams of the witches. Many times, he liked quiet people.

So the next moment, a black flame ignited on the finger of the King of Dark Blades. In the waving of his finger, a strange door opened behind him. Hundreds of people were wearing gold armor, holding gold weapons, and were tall and tall. The soul of the Zandalar Golden Sword Guard, who was powerful and exhaled from the whole body, appeared on the battlefield.

Bangsandi handed over 1,000 golden sword guards to Tyrion. These ghost warriors soaked in the power of death do not need physical support. They are as dead as they are when they are alive. The bone arrow shot at the fleeing witches, and the golden sword guard holding the sword shield jumped from the ground, just like a meteor hit, and slammed into the witch's position.

The magic of the witches has no effect on such a powerful ghost, and the weapons wielded by the ghost warriors can easily cut off their necks, as well as those awakened giant constructs, which look very powerful and strange However, with the cooperation of the golden sword guard who had undergone rigorous military training during his lifetime, those heavy structures could not pose a threat at all.

When these golden sword guards galloped on the battlefield, half of the souls they killed belonged to Bang Sandy... Tyrion steered the war horse slowly forward, and he could even hear the troll death. Cunning laughter.

"However, these golden sword guards are really powerful... Zandalari Empire, it really should not be underestimated."

The King of Dark Blades stared at the sword guards who set off the slaughter storm on the battlefield. Bang Sandy did not deceive him. Each of these sword guards has a power comparable to the high-level knights, and they are skilled and can use it. Some basic soul combat skills, the most important thing is that they only obey Tyrion.

"boom"

The last large structure was severely cut off by the sword guards' halberds, then fell to the ground, and was stepped into fragments by the death knight of the longitudinal horse Mercedes, and behind this large structure, it was closed together. Thousand-year stone door.

That is the weakest place where the Blighted World meets this world.

"Step back, let me open it."

The leader of the Blight Druids, the harvest wizard Ort waved everyone back. He stood in front of the stone gate, reaching for the stone immersed in time in front of his eyes, and in the penetration of natural forces, layers of weirdness 'S rune appeared on the stone gate.

"Sure enough, as I expected, even the Drusts who went astray, the ghost magic they used was still based on natural power."

The Harvest Wizard shook his head:

"It's a pity that they went the wrong way and abused the power of death and soul. The end is to fall into darkness completely."

"I heard that there are some Druids who follow the ancient way of Druids."

Tyrion asked curiously:

"Have you not looked for them?"

Ort's hands were resting on the stone gate, and he replied while mobilizing the power of nature:

"Of course, we have found the hideouts of the Jingyan speakers and met their leader. That is a great ancient druid who has lived for thousands of years. The people here call him respectfully "Big Jing whisperer", Mr. Orfa appreciates the doctrine of "balance" adhered to by the wither, and their inheritance is gradually dying. Perhaps soon, Master Orfa and his disciples will become dying A member of the author."

"Wow"

The dark green power shone in Alter’s hands, and soon spread across the entire stone door. Under the push of his hands, the heavy stone door slowly opened, in the long-dusted dust splash and the escape of corrupt air In the middle, Ort took a step back and reached out to disperse the dust in front of him. He looked at the tunnel that was spreading underground, and he looked back at Tyrion:

"I want to confirm once...if the ruined realm is really connected to the Emerald Dream..."

"It belongs to you! I have no interest in the ruined realm."

Tyrion strode into the crypt in front of him, he said in a deep voice:

"I am not interested in the poor imitations of the Drust. Their "world hell" has proved that it is just a failure. What I am really interested in is hidden in the desolate world, which leads to the shadow world. The road...the third **** of mortals, that’s what I want."

"Znos!"

After Alter followed Tyrion, he looked at the twisted ancient pictures on the surrounding stone walls and he said softly:

"The Drusters called it Znos... according to the Big Jing speakers, it was the connection point of the Emerald Dream in Kul Tiras, thousands of years ago, by the forest **** Senna After sharing the natural magic with the residents here, they discovered it. At that time, Znos was as beautiful as the emerald dream, but unfortunately, here in the subsequent hundreds of years, the energy penetrated by the dead world was eroded ."

"We also doubt whether Drust's division and depravity thousands of years ago were also related to this erosion, or simply, this erosion itself was caused by the Drust who took the wrong path caused."

When the crowd crossed the staircase that had already begun to weather and reached the deepest point of the crypt, Ort's eyes were quickly attracted by the last mural.

The mural already had some unclear lines, but I could barely see it depicting an evil scene. On a desolate hill, some people were hacking the captives with a knife, and they were in front of them. , Is a tall figure with open arms that wants to embrace something, lines representing dark power are wrapped around these people, and are carved into a skull-like look.

"Obviously, they tried to master the power of death, but they failed."

The Druid wither stretched out his hand and stroked the mural. He said softly:

"This should be the scenes of those bloodthirsty and fallen Drusts thousands of years ago during the last war. It seems that some people survived, and those scenes are carved here... Drust also Without annihilation, the dark and lingering forces that could not be dispelled in the Drustvar area should be the ghosts of these remnants."

"No matter who is the ghost, open it and we will know."

Tyrion’s finger points forward, and at the end of the crypt is an altar-like thing with three weird pendants that witches often use as casting tools. It looks very old.

At the request of the King of Dark Blades, the witch Willie stepped forward and placed some magic items collected from the Witch Society in front of the altar. After a while, with the flow of those strange dark forces, a trace of black mist The same halo jumped, like a fire, igniting the pendant hanging above the altar.

In the breath of fireworks, a door composed entirely of smoke appeared in front of everyone.

"Al, stay here!"

Tyrion gave a command, then strode into the door, and Ort hesitated, and followed the King of Dark Blades into it.

In the eyes, this is a place completely covered by a dark halo. It still looks like the terrain of Drustvar, but whether it is the rocks under the feet or the surrounding trees, they are in the shadows. With an unknown feeling, some whispering whispers sounded in the ears of the two, and as they moved forward, some twisted souls that grew from the darkness also roared towards the two.

"Uh"

The long sword composed of ice flicked quickly, cutting the three-headed monster into a dozen pieces. Tyrion frowned and looked at the dark soul slowly dissipating under his feet. He vaguely felt these monsters’ Bottom line... These are some forcibly distorted human souls, who have long lost their sanity.

"That's right! I can be sure of this feeling."

Behind the King of Dark Blades, Druid's eyes were full of deliberate light. He said in a deep voice:

"This is the Emerald Dream! It feels exactly the same as the entrance to the Dreamland in Twilight Forest and Hinterland, but I don't know why, the holy place of Druid has opened an unknown entrance here, and... It has been completely infected, and the kind of twisted power will try to twist any soul that enters here...be careful!"

Ort's warning made Tyrion look back immediately, his left hand raised, a beating of dark light was caught in the palm of his hand, and as the fingers of the Dark Blade King closed, the group was full of corrosive The power was crushed a little bit, like the straw thrown into the grinding disc.

"Hiding things!"

Tyraion took a deep breath, and the next moment, the phantom of the huge frost bone dragon condensed in the air above his head, and then accompanied by the roar of the Dark Blade King, he rushed into the haunting darkness like an arrow. .

"Get out of here!"

"boom"

The cold and deadly frost broke out in the darkness in front of the two people, and even the endless darkness was covered with heavy frost at this moment, and it was frozen.

The dense forest and mountains and rocks swaying in the darkness were completely destroyed by this blow, and the figure hidden in the darkness was also forced to appear in front of Tyrion and Oort by this sharp offensive.

It was a tall figure suspended in the dark. He looked like a human figure, but he was bigger than a human. Like a giant, he was shrouded in dark mist like light around him, and he could vaguely see it. On his face, there was a huge mask woven from dead bones and trees. The branches of the mask were separated by several sections upwards, and it looked like a dark crown.

Under the mask, the guy's eyes gleamed with blue light, and the gems adorned with the mask made him look like he had four eyes.

This guy still has a beard, and his robe has been damaged, and there are traces of piercing on it. It looks like it has been through a war.

"The ruined realm has once again ushered in a new soul... I am curious, when your death comes, when you see the sun in the sky and the darkness in the endless torture, will you Share your past with me... everything about you!"

This figure is saying something in obscure old language, but neither Tyrion nor Ort can understand him. That is not the language that exists in this era. It was used by the Drusts thousands of years ago. Language.

But it doesn't matter. Even if he doesn't understand, Tyrion can guess what he is saying from the attitude of this guy.

"He should be useless to you?"

The Lord of Dark Blades looked back at the Druid the Blight, who shook his head:

"I can get all the information about the Desolated Realm from the Big Jing Talker. Even if he doesn’t know, I can analyze everything I want from this degenerate world and understand the Emerald Dream, No one is more familiar than the night elves..."

"Very well, then he belongs to me."

Tyrion grabbed the hilt behind his backhand, and in the friction between the blade and the scabbard, the familiar Weng Ming sounded again, and at the moment when the magic blade lifted its sheath, the Druid withered took a few steps back, He doesn't like Apocalypse...Any reasonable person will not like Apocalypse.

"bass"

The moon-shaped broad blade pointed to the dark figure in front of him, and Tyrion looked at him:

"I can probably guess who you are, Gorek Tour, the leader of the fallen Drust, maybe you can understand me, maybe you can't understand, it doesn't matter, wait until your soul is tortured in the apocalypse While weeping in Li, I believe that you will have enough time and determination to learn our language..."

"Your soul, your secret, everything about you...to me!"

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