Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tyreon has said to his subordinates more than once that the premise of cooperation is sacrifice. Only sacrifice can bring mutual trust and cooperation between the two parties. Such sacrifice can be material and give each other precious exchanges; it It can also be at the spiritual level, and compromise one's own views to achieve the state of seeking common ground while reserving differences.

But one thing is very important, when seeking cooperation, you must ensure that what you give is what the other party needs...otherwise it will evolve into a dilemma at this time.

The Lich King mobilized his huge soul power and the cold magic power of the entire black minaret, and trapped the dizzy Wagris who were hit by heavy energy in a storm of energy, and the Lord of the Dark Blade suddenly got up. , Flashing into the energy storm in front of me like lightning.

He was so busy that he thrust a long sword with black fire in his hands into the chests of one Val'kyr, just like the death of Xinting stalking the soul.

His cooperation with the Lich King is seamless. Those Wagris did not expect that the Lich King had just helped them and sold them in a blink of an eye. Who would betray this cooperation? Unexpectedly, they could not imagine why the Lich King chose to cooperate with Tyrion, nor would they know the "story" that happened between the two.

And the only shadow goddess, Anhald, who can break away from this double blow, screamed to help her companions, but in Tyrian’s low laughter, her companions were “dead to war” faster than she imagined. Being able to become the leader of Wagrid proves that Anhald has his own decision. Seeing everything is going to collapse, the Valkyrie gritted his teeth and forcibly tore the barriers of the two worlds.

However, at the moment when she jumped into the shadow realm, Agasar ambushed a long time, flew a foot, kicked on her chest, kicked the unexpected Anhalde back into the real world again, and fell again In the energy storm, her uncontrollable body, when she felt the cold air quickly approaching, she wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

"puff"

The sharp blade pierced Anhalde's chest from behind, and the last enemy was captured, causing the Lich King to stop the energy storm in the air.

In a very ambiguous posture, Anhald was embraced by Tyrion and slowly landed on the ring platform. At the moment when the vision of her soul began to blur, she heard Tyrion and the Lich Wang's exchange:

"Ner'zhul, happy cooperation..."

"Happy cooperation...Tirion...my old friend."

"clang"

Anhalde's death burial war spear fell on the ice weakly. She raised her head hard and saw her companions. In her vague vision, the black wings behind those companions had changed back. Pale, a symbol of freedom, and they, one by one, half kneeled behind Tyrion, as if kneeling down to them... the new leader.

"Ah, Hella... I... I finally... want to be free."

"Curse you!"

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This is not the first time Tyrion has broken the connection between Shadow Wagri and the Underworld Abyss.

At the beginning, this work requires very delicate techniques, and any movement on the soul level needs to be very delicate. Once the core of the souls of the Valgris is destroyed, the spirits of these Valkyrie will become very unstable.

After all, they were made by the original guardians of the Titans. The essence of these spirits cannot be explained by today’s magical civilization. In other words, every wagri is a fine toy. It is difficult to repair it if it is broken. Nothing, unless Tyrion can get the mysterious knowledge that Guardian Odin hides in the Sky Fortress Wallagar.

But no matter how complicated the work is, it’s a rebirth and a rebirth. In less than ten minutes, all seven Wagri’s Soul Locks except Anhald were smashed. According to Agatha, Anhald Hundreds of thousands of years ago, he was the most trusted adjutant of the sea witch elder sister Hella, so the soul lock of the powerful shadow valkyrie leader's soul needs Tyrion to spend more time to unlock.

"Go, take your compatriots back to Stormwind..."

Tyrion looked at Agatha, who was holding the sleeping Ankeld in a princess hug, and he said to his Wagri:

"Let Annara treat her, and the rest will wait for me to go back."

"Thank you for everything you have done for my countrymen..."

Agatha expressed his heartfelt thanks to Tyrion. Although Tyrion no longer needs to use the soul contract to unlock the soul locks of the Wagris, it is still a heavy burden for the Lord .

Tyrion patted her on the shoulder, then carried the wooden box wrapped in chains, and watched the Vagris walk into the shadow world.

Behind him, the Lich King sealed in the ice whispered:

"It's amazing, look at these Wagris, pure soul creatures... just like me, but they still have things I don't have, freedom... what an enviable form."

"Wow"

The wooden box in Tyrion's hand was spotted on the ice cube. He looked at the ice cube of the Lich King. He said:

"But what's the use of it? Freedom...Freedom is nothing more than an illusion that hinders our footsteps!"

"boom"

The wooden box in Tyrion's hand suddenly shattered, and the deep blue frost mourning was suspended in the air in front of the eyes of the two. Tyrion looked at the sword and he said in a deep voice:

"Alsace, you want him to get this sword, want to make him your carrier, let you have "freedom" again... Ner'zhul, tell me that the orc willing to step into **** was completely degraded Is that right? Just killing an Archimonde makes you feel satisfied?"

Faced with Tyrion's question, the Lich King was silent. After a few seconds, the ghost frozen in the ice gave a deep sigh.

"No, I'm not satisfied..."

"Look at me now, Tyrion. I have become a ghost without a body. Gou lives in this ice that holds me and protects me. My will can cross every corner of the world, but what does it mean? What about?"

"My existence has been erased from all levels, there is no longer an orc called Ner'zhul, there is no shaman who is willing to give everything for the recovery of the race, there is no...I have no use for freedom ?Tirion, I chose Alsace just because he is very suitable for holding Frostmourne, and that's all, Frostmourne needs a sword bearer!"

"And I, I have never forgotten your agreement, Archimonde's death makes me very satisfied, I look forward to the end of the fraudster... And I also know that you will not let me down."

The Lich King's voice lowered, Lord Darkblade slightly closed his eyes, and after a moment, he nodded.

"Yes, that's why I'm here, my friend. But Arthas, and those young people, I don't allow you to find sword-bearers among them. In my planning, they are very important. s position."

"Really demanding!"

The Lich King's voice became a little more irritable, but soon he calmed down. Between the ice cubes, the ghost was watching Tyrion from his own perspective. He said:

"But, it is not impossible to discuss... talk about your plan, about the trap of fraudsters."

There was a flash of light in Tyrion's narrowed eyes. He rubbed his chin and said softly:

"Have you seen Tikdios? The lord of the dreadlord who was sent back to cultivate here."

"Of course, I'm still wondering why the idiot is not dead yet?"

Ner'zhul said with a bit of hatred:

"It was only half a life left when it was sent back. I don’t believe it could escape the light you used to kill Archimonde, so there is only one explanation. Someone helped it in secret. , And... and I also found a little weirdness. In the soul of the dreadlord, I felt a trace of incongruity, as if...as if in his soul, there was a parasite."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Tyrion’s expression changed a bit, and then he heard the Lich King hesitantly answer:

"Oh, that may just be my illusion, I can still feel it when it was sent back, but in the next few days, the inconsistency slowly disappeared, and when it returned to the stars, its The soul seems to be completely restored, and it has become a disgusting gesture."

"That's good."

Hearing what the Lich King said, Tyrion let go of her heart. The ghost's soul strength in front of him was almost the strongest of Azeroth, plus the soul of Ner'zhul passed by the fraudster. Transformation, if Ner'zhul can't see the change of Tikdios' soul, it means that something implanted in the soul of the dreadlord will not be so easily discovered.

"All I want to say is the dreadlord, they are the legs of the fraudster. I used some "special" methods to send some important news to the dreadlord. They are now looking for the dark titan. Very important things, once they find those things, fraudsters will not sit idly by."

Tyrion described his plan to the Lich King in a low tone:

"He will come to Azeroth in person to supervise the actions of the dreadlords in search of relics, those things are very important, so he will not fake his hand, and once he enters this world... under the threat of the dark blade , He will inevitably rely on you, don’t forget, with our joint efforts, the current Scourge Army is still "loyal to" the Burning Army..."

"You will lead him into the trap I prepared for him, Ner'zhul, such revenge, the joy of stabbing a knife behind the fraudster, and watching him see the joy of falling into the endless abyss... I assure you, Ner'zhul, my friend, I assure you that you can personally complete the revenge you desire, you can see the fraudster kneeling and begging for mercy, and I know that you will cruelly reject him! "

Tyrion’s voice was full of fierceness and cunning, just like a real villain. He walked to the front of the Frozen Throne, reached out his hand, and put his hand on the icy cold ice. He looked at the ice hollow. One thing's armor, he whispered:

"Now, the only thing I can't be sure is... are you the kind of Avengers I need? Ner'zhul, are you?"

Silence...a long silence.

A few minutes later, a long sigh rang on the throne in the open air, and Ner'zhul's voice echoed in the bone-chilling wind:

"Ah, I really want to personally stab Frostmourne into the heart of the fraudster... that was my long-cherished long-cherished wish, unfortunately... unfortunately I can't do it anymore.

"Tirion, my friend, will all this be realized?"

"of course!"

The High Lord clasped his fingers and tapped on the cold ice a few times. He said in a deep voice:

"I promise! You can see with your eyes, my friend, and, have I let you down?"

"I need you now to bury all the hatred, everything in the past, those humiliations, those pains, those that were taken away from you by the fraudsters, I need you to bury them in the deepest part of the heart, I I want you to be patient, I want you to be the most loyal servant of fraudsters, until that day, I will give you the opportunity to release them all!"

"You just need to remember that our goals are the same, and although we are not on the same path, it is just the same way. There are many heroes who are on the same path as you. Weak mortals cannot understand our sacrifice, but this It doesn't matter, we will know for ourselves that all my career, all these sacrifices, are worth it."

"Wait, understand?"

Tyrion stood up, and he shook the restless apocalypse in his hand. After breaking through the shackles of self with the aid of Archimonde's soul, it desperately hoped to see his "brother" again, and now, Before Frostmourne suspends on the Throne of Ice, the Apocalypse has been buzzing restlessly, as if demonstrating Frostmourne.

But Frostmourne was silent. It just floated in the cold air, spinning slowly, without saying a word...

Uh, this sword doesn't speak itself...it's not as noisy as the Apocalypse.

"I'm leaving, Ner'zhul, old friend, maybe we won't meet again for a long time."

Tyrion turned around, and the strange bone sword apocalypse disappeared in his hands between the black fire, he said without looking back:

"Help me look at the situation of the storm cliffs, any news tell me the first time...I look forward to our next meeting..."

"Goodbye..."

Tyrion's figure disappeared on the large platform at the top of the black minaret. In the air behind him, the dark and cold snow drifted slowly down the dark sky again, as if to cover this large platform in an endless volume. Among the snow.

Frostmourne hovered slowly before the throne, the invisible soul of the Lich King was like a hand, brushing the cold blade.

"Should we believe him? Frostmourne?"

"I know...you want to have a swordman, you are not willing to be compared with your "brother", I know...don't hurry...don't hurry, I will find you a good master... .I swear..."

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