Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The plants in this land are abnormally activated and seem to be endowed with a certain consciousness."

The great knight Uther rides on his war horse. He looks into the silver moon city in front of him. After the prince took the army of Quel'Thalas to **** the last civilians away from the city, this empty city is a little bit Little covered by vines.

Those ancient walls bearing the brilliance of history, among the cracks of the stones, the new grass stems are spreading, like an invisible big hand, covering a carpet made of plants here. On an ancient city.

This is the power of nature, but no one has ever seen nature engulfing everything built by civilization in such a "crazy" attitude, at the edge of the Silver Moon City near the sea, in the endless majesty of the sun-bearing court, which carries the sun-worn family, Those gorgeous and valuable ornaments are covered with plants growing on the ground, and even the strongest bricks and stones can't resist the awakening of life from the underground.

The sun is still shining in the sky, but from today on, in this land, enjoying the warmth of the sun, no longer a high elf... the owner of this land is no longer theirs.

"They won't stop so easily."

The big knight pulled up the horse rein, and finally took a look at the Silver Moon City, which is about to be completely buried in the forest by the green natural disaster. This magnificent city that is about to be lost may not be discovered again until a hundred years later.

"I closed my eyes and could hear the entire Yongge Forest roaring, the trees were responding to this weird life energy, I can't stay here anymore, this forest is no longer safe, we have to return to Stratholme, This news tells the king and the emperor that we must prepare in advance, as well as those undead...damn northern undead!"

"I wish that the cursed dead were completely buried in the **** of this plant."

The dwarf paladin Kurtaz, who was following Uther, slobbered fiercely toward the ground. He turned to the knight and said:

"Leader Uther, don't you doubt that these undead from the north have something to do with the guy Tyrion?"

"Kurtaz, my brother, frankly, I also suspect there is a connection between them."

Uther drove the warhorse to the forest behind him. He said in a deep voice:

"They have the same life form and people have to doubt it, but the problem is here, when you fight against those undead in Silvermoon City, you can also feel the cold and huge will that covers their bodies, invisible and intangible. , But that was definitely not Tyrion..."

The big knight touched his beard. He said anxiously:

"Obviously, these northern undead have another leader. Besides, we lack the information at hand. If we want to understand the details of the northern undead, we better go to ask the draenei who have lived in Northrend for several times. Year...Maybe there will be some information we need."

"Draenei...Frankly, I don't believe those hoofs very much. Have you noticed that they are somewhat similar to the demon spies they caught in Dalaran... is this a coincidence?"

The dwarf paladin grabbed his beard and whispered:

"I don't think so."

"Well, Kurtaz, I know you are for the sake of the empire, but in this troubled autumn...don't say these words."

The knight waved his hand to stop the dwarf's guess. There was a trace of worry in his eyes, but he still didn't say it. The paladins on the war horses quickly crossed the increasingly disturbing forest. They will rush to Yongge The camp at the junction of the forest and the southern forest where the refugees of Prince Kael'thas and Quel'Thalas are staying.

That's a very large group of migrants. Under the current strategic situation, it is inevitable for the empire to take these homeless elves, and the empire also needs the magical power of the elves of Quel'Thalas, but they must be Where is the placement? This is an urgent issue to discuss.

On the other side, while the elves are evacuating from the Eversong Forest, which is no longer safe, in the mountains at the border of Quel'Thalas and Stratholme, the dark-blade rescue team is resting here, to be precise, Waiting for Tyrion's return.

"The morning seeker is gone?"

Myra walked to Keeshan who was the scout and asked in a whispered voice:

"When did he leave?"

"Just when we entered the mountains, the weird blood elf had the intention to leave. After confirming the safety of the blood mother, he left alone towards the north. I suspect he returned to Quel'Sala S."

Keeshan carried his sniper rifle customized in the Weapon Lab in the Black Iron Zone and said to the Blood Lord:

"I didn't stop him, Your Majesty said that all high-level undead are free, we will not force others to join, right?"

"That's what it says..."

Myramore was holding her chin, and looked at the blood maid who had closed her consciousness with some concern. She still trapped herself in the blood gem. The gem looked fragile, but that was the incarnation of the power of the mother and there was no one present. It can be separated with complete assurance.

"But Salorion is, after all, the first and the only blood servant of the mistress. Once he has a problem, the chain reaction..."

"You think too much, Myra."

Keeshan held a cigarette, and leaned against the tree trunk, swallowing clouds and mists, and said:

"That elf is very powerful. The most important thing is that his body exudes murderousness. You are not his opponent. As long as he does not take the initiative to find death, no one in Quel'Thalas can keep him."

"Ah, what I'm afraid of is that he took the initiative to seek death... When I was a member of Silvermoon City, I heard of Salorian's unlimited loyalty to the Sun King. Now in this situation, it is difficult to say whether he will ...Wait, who is that? Kee Shan, look over there, is that it?"

Myra touched the shoulder of Sentinel Keeshan with his arm. The latter set up a sniper rifle. With the support of a high-power telescope, he saw three people trekking in this direction on another mountain. After a while, he Put down the sniper rifle and nod to Myra.

"Yes, one of them is the morning seeker, one is His Majesty, and the last one I haven't seen, but a high elf with a crown, it seems that it is also Salin."

"Well...what the morning seeker can follow actively, I probably guess who it is."

Myra waved her fingers, beckoning Keeshan to relax. Ten minutes later, the three men walked slowly into the temporary camp in the light of the falling night, and Myra and his party stood by the jewel of the blood mother In front of him, he leaned over to salute Tyrion. The King of Dark Blade ignored them and walked straight to the blood gem of his wife's incarnation.

He half-kneeled on the ground, extended his fingers, and gently stroked the crystal clear blood gem in front of him. The ice-blue eyes were full of gentleness, and behind him, the two newly joined blood lords looked silently. Focus on this scene.

"The action against Aurelia is probably the most stupid decision I have made in the past decade."

Restoring the young Anastarian. The sunstrider stood peacefully behind Tyrion. His appearance was completely free of the old, but the blood red mixed with pale gold eyes, but there was no hidden fatigue. , He seemed to apologize and whispered:

"Looking at my more pure thinking now, maybe in this adventurous action, it is more about political considerations, but if I were to make another decision, I would still choose to do so...you let her come back, It’s a stupid decision. Seriously, I don’t quite understand. In your capacity, how can you make such an emotional judgment?"

"I am not a leader like you, the Sun King."

Tyrion touched the blood gem in front of him and whispered:

"I rarely make decisions based on absolute reason, and my subordinates will not obey me because they act in the same way, but they will violate their bottom line... like Aurelia's adventure, I It’s clear about the risks involved, but when I see the determination in her eyes, I know that I can’t stop her.”

"I can’t refuse her until I almost lost her. This world is really ugly. It’s so ugly that it doesn’t even leave a little bit of tenderness to the dead, but this crisis did teach me something. Those who I value, my protection for them is not enough."

Tyrion stood up, his hands shining with blood-red light, and his eyes turned into blood-red thoroughly. He said in a voice so weak that only he could hear:

"I'd rather lose all, rather than lose you again..."

A drop of blood slipped from Tyrion's hand. The blood with the same power is like the hottest fire. The moment the crystal blood shell touches the cold blood gemstone, the crystal clear shell begins to "melt".

The fragments, the melted fragments are like the most active blood, suspended in the air drop by drop, and then integrated into the bodies of Tyrion and Aurelia, it is heavy, he can feel the emotions of his wife's heart , That is painful.

Not because of the shadow caused by other people hurting her, but because of wantonly hurting others...that is not what she wants to see, she is always so kind.

These pains, the pain she had to bear after waking up, the blood and death caused by her, all of which were so heavy that she was reluctant to wake up and face the cruel reality.

"My Aurelia, it's time to wake up."

Tyrion hugged his wife, he stroked his wife's long hair turned blood red, he whispered, like singing a lullaby to a child, this scene let everyone else put their hands down, Watching quietly, looking at your majesty and queen, this should be the cruelest and most terrifying couple in the eastern continent.

But in the face of Tyrion's call, Aurelia was like entering the deepest level of deep sleep. She was like a sleeping beauty and could not hear any sound from the outside world.

"Hey girl, listen to me..."

Tyrion whispered in her ear:

"I also had nightmares. In the dreams, I hurt other people. Our nightmares are as heavy. We have to learn to bear it. The blood sticking to our hands cannot be changed in the past, so... .We need to find an opportunity to make us better than in the past, become better people, and shape a better world..."

"But all this requires you to wake up first, I will face it with you, those pains, I will share with you, I will be by your side, when you look back in the blood of the corpse mountain, you will see me , I’m there, I won’t leave."

Aurelia's eyes were rolling under her eyelids, and she could see that she heard Tyrion's voice, but she still couldn't wake up, as if there was a deep nightmare haunting her, forcing her to fail from the deepest Wake up in a nightmare.

"Sister, I was wrong."

Lilas Windrunner came out of the crowd, he knelt in front of Aurelia, clutching Aurelia's wrist with both hands, he said without crying:

"I know what I did hurt you, please wake up, sister, give me a chance to make up for everything, wake up, please!"

Wenresa and the weak Sylvanas also walked to Aurelia in the company of their lovers, and the last clan of the Windrunners gathered in this nameless valley, as if they were still It was like that when I was a child.

"Aurelia..."

Tyrion clenched his wife's hand, he lowered his head and said softly:

"You are the only light in the darkness that shines on me, you make a broken soul complete, you gave me the confidence and strength to challenge the world, you gave me the opportunity to do the right thing, I need you in my By my side, when I am lost in the dark, I need you to drag me back... Dornan is waiting for you, our daughter, waiting for you..."

"Wake up, don't sleep, good boy, it's time to open your eyes."

"Well"

At the next moment, the blood maid floated to the surface like a drowning man. Her whole body trembled, forcing her to take a deep breath. She opened her eyes blankly, and saw that Tyrion had returned to ice blue. Eyes, and the thin cheeks, she unconsciously opened her arms and hugged her husband.

It's like a terrified child.

"They... I can see them, Tyrion, they cry beside me, I personally... I killed them personally, I became a monster... I became the monster you hate the most, I don’t want it, I don’t want to do it, it’s all blaming me, blaming me... I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t be back here, I shouldn’t...”

"Good boy, it's gone, it's all right."

Tyrion hugged his wife, stroking her back and calmed her down. The other windrunners also stood aside, looking at the awakening elder sister, and there was a flash in the eyes of Venresa and Sylvanas. Worried, they all saw the extremely unstable mental state of the elder sister.

"Child... there is a child, she is terrified, she... where is she?"

Aurelia asked tremblingly, Tyrion turned back, and looked at the blood maids. Under his gaze, Cordana stepped back quietly, revealing the dirty high elf girl behind him.

On the night of the disaster in Coronation Village, the only little girl survived.

Aurelia looked back and saw the dull girl. Obviously, she was terrified in that extreme disaster, and she had not been able to wake up until now.

With Tyrion's help, the weak Aurelia came to the girl's eyes. She squatted down and stretched out her hand, trying to touch the child, but at the moment her finger was about to touch the girl, the little girl wowed. She cried out, her green eyes were full of terror, trembling and fell to the ground, grasping the dirt with both hands, and threw them towards Aurelia.

Apparently, she recognized Aurelia, the culprit who killed all the people she knew.

Facing the dirty dirt, Aurelia couldn't avoid it. Let the dirt fall on her. She knelt on the ground and looked at the little girl in front of her. Her blood-red eyes were full of tears and half of the blood. Tears:

"Sorry, kid...I..."

"Mother, we found out that this child is called Sarantiya, an orphan in Corona Village. You didn't kill her parents. In fact, her parents died long before the orcs invaded."

Cordana bent over to try to lift Aurelia, she said softly:

"You don't owe her anything, on the contrary, you spare her..."

"No! No... I owe her a lot, I owe a lot to Quel'Thalas."

Aurelia shook off Cordana's hand, and she embraced the trembling little girl in her arms, and the **** mother forced her to slap her dirty hands like a roar like a beast. Picking up the little girl, she turned back and looked at her husband with crying pear blossoms and rain, and she said:

"This is our second daughter...Tirion, whether you disagree or not, I will raise her."

"I always learn not to refuse you."

Tyrion shook his head and looked at the others:

"I have no opinion, this child will be my daughter in the future, do you agree?"

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