Azeroth’s Death Track

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"His appearance may be a sequelae of death, but this arrogant and controlled aura is completely his own product...My little cute, you have to learn from him, his strategy, his will, He is a good teacher in his thinking."

At the moment when Chaldean Priest sneaked up to meet Tyrion in this dark night, Saratas' voice had been floating in Chaldean's heart.

The last time, in the storm stronghold, this strange presence helped Chaldeans to reveal the true face of Archbishop Benedictus. Chaldeans, according to the agreement, sacrificed the souls of 99 vicious prisoners to this dagger, Since then, her voice has become sweeter, as sweet as honey, but full of deadly poison.

Although this seemingly omnipotent dagger helped Chaldeans a lot, the Chaldean priest, who currently represents a third of the managers of the Storm Kingdom, is still using this dagger's power cautiously.

He knew that she was very dangerous, and once he failed, the dagger would abandon him mercilessly, but she had a bad history.

"Tyrian. The Blade of Dawn no doubt wants to join the ranks of the Destroyer, but he may not have thought about it. Those who dare to do so will eventually betray their relatives. Maybe he realized the crisis, maybe he did not, but at this time you Available opportunities, little cute, listen to me, you just need..."

"Hi, the mysterious fifth ancient god, Miss Saratas, what are you whispering with Mr. Chaldee?"

Before she finished speaking, Saratas was interrupted by the sudden greeting of Tyrion, which made the fifth ancient god, who had always been in control, strangely silent for a moment, and then she complained and said:

"Look, some people are so annoying... he can't hear you and me at all, don't be afraid, cute, he is just bluffing!"

But Chaldean Pastor couldn't keep his composure, because the whispers of Saratas, including the name of Saratas, were true taboos in his mind, and besides him, even his closest intimate people , His lover Miss Millie did not know the secret.

Now, the secret was broken by Tyrion, which made Chaldeans not panic.

The power of the delicate shadow is entwined in Chaldean priests, which are two extremes that are completely different from the power of the Holy Light. The deep dark power circled around his body, it seems that he has escaped into the shadow In that, the wandering power shone with tentacles in the surrounding night, and this darkness was deeper than the night itself.

This is the power of the shadow, the absolute back of the Holy Light, but it can also be mastered by a few priests, and it is a very aggressive and destructive force.

"Well, angry and angry."

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders, his fingers spread out and clenched tightly, and the buzzing Demon Blade appeared in his hand. At this moment, Saratas' voice in Chaldeans suddenly became sharper:

"Retreat! You are not his opponent, that sword... is dangerous!"

"Om"

Seeing Chaldean back a few steps, Tyrion held his magic blade in front of him, shook, and said softly:

"Now, do you want to talk?"

"Little cute, let me talk to him!"

Saratas, who had always used soft and delicate temptations, became strangely tough at this moment. After feeling the will, Chaldean nodded silently, and at the next moment, his eyes became The strange pure black, and the power of the shadow floating around the body slowly dissipated.

Chaldeans raised his hands to show that he was not hostile. He seemed a little unfit for his new body. He didn't speak until several seconds later:

"Um, the flesh and blood, so weak, but he has formed a dark cocoon, and soon he will break the cocoon and become a member of the truly great."

The voice was hoarse, weird, delicate, and deep. It was a woman's voice, which was nice, but as dangerous as a cannibalism.

Tyrion knew that it was the mysterious fifth ancient **** who dominated the body of Chaldeans, the concealer hidden in the blade of the Dark Empire, the recorder and destroyer from the ancient era, Poor people who were betrayed by the same race and divided.

"Then you will abandon the poor Chaldeans mercilessly, just as you abandon others. When I guided him to find you, I already knew the end."

The magic blade in Tyrion's hand suddenly disappeared. He looked at the Chaldean Chaplain who was in control of his body. He said with pity:

"Everyone who holds you thinks they are selected, but everyone is just a carrier destined to be abandoned. You don't have a master, right? Ms. Saratas, you will never have a master."

"It's always a pleasure to watch this weak heart sink into darkness."

Saratas controlled Chaldean's body and made a very feminine pose. He looked at Tyrion, and his pure black eyes had an undisguised appreciation:

"You! Terion. Blade of Dawn. If anyone in this world can let me follow me willingly, it must be you, destruction and perdition... this is the real beauty, and you know how to appreciate it! Of these mortals, there is one person who can be looked at me differently."

"No, no, don't praise me so much, ma'am."

The King of Dark Blades smiled:

"I already have a headache in my hand, I don't want to cause more trouble to myself."

"Apocalypse?"

Saratas flicked his finger and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"That evil blade just looks reckless, you obviously haven't found a way to control it, the counterfeit whispers crazy in your ears, but in my opinion, it's just meaningless noisy . Real layman! Maybe, let me show it the right technique, or, maybe, can I help you tame it?"

"No need to."

The smile on Tyrion's face gradually disappeared. He said calmly:

"The problem-solving process is half of the fun. I don’t want to give this fun to other people. Well, the chat is over, you should feel it. Enzos, the demon of Qiansu, has swallowed part of you. The power of the murderer of the body is lingering in this land. It is obviously planning something, no matter what it wants to get, I don’t want to see it succeed, so, are you interested in joining hands?"

"Enzos, the idiot, has lived for too long...it is the weakest one of us, but at present, it seems that it is the closest to success. It is ironic that the weakest one may become The last winner."

Saratas said lazily:

"But only one person is destined to devour this world. This is the doomed rule. Also, it is not a murderer. How do you know that I was divided by them, not some of my little "conspiracy"?"

"In other words, are you not interested?"

Tyrion ignored the linguistic traps, and he asked straightforwardly:

"Will you let Enzos ingest the soul of this earth? Are the ancient gods so generous?"

"Who said I was not interested?"

Saratas snorted:

"The plane barriers here are weak and easy to tear, but when the real shadow and the light meet here, there will definitely be a very fun disaster. I am eager to see it, and I will teach the unreliable Enzos by the way. ...This guy has been raging in this world for a long time. His conspiracies have not all succeeded, but those who succeeded have endless troubles. It is an obstacle."

"Very well, Stormsong Valley. That's its base camp. Let's go and destroy it."

Tyrion pointed to the north and said to Saratas in front of him:

"I'm also looking forward to seeing your destructive power, yes, Naga's power is also there."

"Naga! These deep-sea fish are always begging Enzos for all the cold soup, but their queen is greedy, she wants more, she will be a good pioneer."

Saratas reached out his hand and flicked it in his mouth. It was very spicy for a man to make such a move, but Tyrion turned a blind eye to it. He knew very well that Saratas had not said his own Conditions.

"I help you destroy the order here, I help you squeeze the existence space of the human empire, help you unite them, I help you so much!"

Saratas said softly:

"What else can I get? I heard that your nickname is "Generous" Tyrion. Maybe you won't let me down."

"Ding"

Something was thrown at the foot of Saratas. She controlled the Chaldean body to pick it up. It was a purple gem full of soul power. It shone strangely in the dark night. Saratas would It was placed next to his nose and sniffed gently, then he nodded in satisfaction.

"32934 painful souls... so many deaths, so many powers..."

"You really are the person who does the big things, much more generous than my little one, but the souls of the dirty pirates are full of impurities and not so delicious. The next time you ask me for help, maybe you can send me some delicious , Pure soul, such as 999 pure girl spirits, then I will be more willing to help you."

Tyrion’s face remained the same, he whispered

"If I can find another free town where pirates gather before I leave Kul Tiras, I am willing to give you all the ugly souls I have harvested, it will be used as waste."

"One more thing, about Cthune and his worms, I want to find a soul in the dark realm of Cthune..."

The King of Dark Blades said the second thing, which caused Saratas to emit a series of quick laughs.

"Yeah, it seems that my compatriots are really annoying you, first Enzos and Cthune, so I am curious, why is it that you have been obsessed with the trouble of finding them? We will become very Good partner, King of Dark Blades, I have seen that future."

"Finally you!"

Tyrion returned an icy remark that made Saratas laugh like a chicken neck that had been cut off. Without a doubt, this sentence proclaimed Tyrion’s attitude and angered Saratás. Sister, she shouted in a sharp voice:

"You are just a corrupt seed that is rooted in death. You can't see the irritable ghost wandering in anger and growing in pain. You are just the prey of the abyss god, don't talk big! The stupid dead spirit belongs to The power of our master has never completely disappeared, as if it never really appeared in this world, but the rift is already very deep and large, under the abyss, some kind of power you have never seen is thrown in the tumbling. .. the final imprisonment has been loosened, and you are not ready yet!"

"Our master is quietly entering the kingdom, and what you see is only some poor fragments, shadows, that is the weakest response. You can ask those empties, how our master is Terrible power, that is something you have never seen..."

"I have seen many things that you have never seen before, Saratas, the fifth ancient god...I don't believe that the infection of the void can't be eliminated!"

Tyrion was tougher. He interrupted the dark whispers of Saratas. He said in a deep voice:

"As for the phantoms, their most powerful ones dare not appear in front of me, and all I have to face are just three weak "gods" imprisoned in the cage of the Titans, and you, one is the same kind To eat and eat, the broken ghost that has to linger for hundreds of thousands of years, you see, Void Minions, but so!"

"Are you really going to win? In Azeroth? Hehe, I'm curious!"

Tyrion is moving his wrists, and he looks at Saratas indifferently:

"What if you have corrupted all life? Don't forget that there is another army of death waiting for you. Maybe when I wield my army and cut off the core of Yogg Salon, you will reconsider changing the court. .. in the shadow realm of your base camp, no matter how rampant the Void Lord, dare not provoke eternal death... See, I have a clear picture of you, and you, you don’t know who you are fighting !"

"Now, tell me, do you help me, or not? Is your relationship with Cthune good? What does it do for you, is it worth keeping a loyal secret for it? It is when it devours your body Is it "gentle"?"

In the face of Tyrion’s merciless questioning, Saratas undoubtedly fell. The powerful threat is to be backed by a strong force. In this regard, Tyrion’s threat Obviously more powerful.

After Saratas was silent for more than ten seconds, she also calmed down from the previous anger, and she issued a sharp laugh:

"Xun is not just a compatriot to me. In the endless years before the power of the void, it was my "friend". We are "friends" beyond the meaning of the word itself... "

This answer made Terion frown, and he asked in a low voice:

"So, price with your favorite soul. Those years, those years when you were friends, how much is it worth to you..."

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