Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Well..."

Yrel, who was staying in the warm spring water, made a weird groan, and the hoofed girl was lying on the stone beside the hot spring in a very indecent manner. Behind her, Tiffany in a bathing suit The queen was rubbing her shoulders for her.

Warm running water washed Yrel’s white skin. After all the senses were restored, after nearly two decades, the hoof girl once again felt the happiness of being a living person, she breathed the wet water Fog, drinking cold wine with a big mouthful, in this new world that the boss found for them, everything became so fresh, and the pale memory of the dead became a thing of the past.

"Left! Try harder on the left!"

Yrel flicked her tail and patted the water in the hot spring. She took a sip of the wine in the glass, then opened her arms, turned suddenly, and threw Queen Tiffany into the water. After a while of screaming and moaning, the two screaming and noisy ladies relax very indecently, letting their beautiful body float on the hot spring just found.

Yrel looked at the gray sky above her head, and she shouted loudly:

"Praise the boss! I am alive again!"

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"I like this place..."

Luminas' breathing was still a little quick, but her eyes had returned to the azure blue she had when she was a high elf. She turned her head to look at her husband, stretched out her fingers, stroking Myra's piece, which became soft and smooth With a handsome face, she whispered:

"This place is where we will return in the future..."

Myra also nodded, and the Blood Lord breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to feel the joy of breathing. After a while, he said:

"For the undead, this is really a place like heaven, all senses are restored, all emotions are restored... like it is, like when we are still alive... true People don’t want to leave, but it’s a pity that after entering this place, all the power is gone.”

Myra put his fingers in front of his eyes, he called for the power of Sarin in his body, but he could not get a response. These fingers, which could easily tear open the armor before, also became weak. This feeling of losing strength, Myra was a little bit uncomfortable.

But Luminas doesn't matter. Compared to power, everything here makes the young lady feel happy...

"Come again."

The younger sister turned up, she lowered her head, and looked at Myra under her eyes, the latter couldn't help swallowing... This is already the third time, right?

The strange weakness that came from his body even made Myra miss the pale life of this world at this moment, but soon, he was lost in that kind of paradise of lust.

And in the dark and distorted forest not far from the bohemian couple, leaning on the branches, quietly experiencing all the fresh senses like the rebirth and the shadow of the reborn body, frowned, Luminas The unabashed moan made her as if she had suffered mental pollution.

The shadowed Miss Sister with a mask snorted coldly, and turned to go deeper into the dark forest, but she forgot to set the power to be emptied after entering the realm of death, so at the beginning, she was always cold The shadow let out a panicked scream, and the whole person dropped their teeth and fell from a tree branch.

"Snapped"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground caused the birds in the dead world to flap their wings quickly, and after Tyraine cleared the dementors here, these source species gradually became more.

"Ah... it hurts! I start to hate this world..."

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"Everything is good here..."

Glokus was a bit uncomfortable and placed the axe in his hand on the ground, but after waving it for more than ten minutes, he felt the soreness of his arm. This sense of the living made the orc death lord a little uncomfortable. , He turned to Sarufar, who was sitting on the side and drinking calmly, said:

"Loss of power in the body always makes people feel weird. Here, we are fragile like mortals."

Glokus's words opened Saurfang's eyes, and the orc's eyes also regained their former brown color. He put down the wine glass in his hand and moved his body toward the grass in front of him. He shook his neck and issued a bone collision With a clicking sound, he beckoned to Glokus:

"Don't be stupid, blackhand...fragile mortals can't get here, come! Remember the game we played in Nagrand Prairie when we were kids? No weapons, only strength and fighting skills..."

"Aha!"

Glokus let out a cheerful laugh, he rubbed his fists:

"Fighting, then come and see who is better!"

After talking, the two strong orcs fight together, but after removing the powerful death energy and the power of dragon blood blessing them, the damage caused by both of them is much smaller.

And this scene also fell behind the grassland. On the second floor of the newly built wooden house, Tyrion stood there, holding the railing with his hands. Behind him, Aurelia looked lazy and walked away in pajamas. When she came out, there was still a trace of redness on the face of the **** mother. She gently embraced Tyrion’s waist from behind, and the two were stuck together. There was no cold sense of the dead, instead, it was more real. Warmth.

Um, just like when they were still alive, when they were still dependent on Windrunner Manor.

"We all lost our strength..."

Aurelia put her face behind Tyrion, she said:

"Only you still retain power, even stronger than in the past... is it because you are the controller of this place? Or, is this a deliberately set...rule?"

Tyrion recovered and leaned on the wooden railing and hugged his wife. He felt Aurelia's recovery of the golden fragrance of long hair. He whispered:

"Do I have that bad taste?"

"This rule is obviously not normal, but I can’t do anything because this piece of land is incomplete. Azeroth’s realm of death was torn apart by the explosion of the world. It originally had its own set of rules, just like this world. , But now that it wants this complete rule to take effect, it must first become complete..."

The lord narrowed his eyes and said calmly:

"So whether it's Bang Sandy or Hella... it's the next target of Dark Blade, but don't worry, my Aurelia, your weakness is only temporary, after the assimilation of different rules in the two worlds Time, once the assimilation is completed, your power in this world will slowly recover, but it will take time... a long time."

"So you transferred the three war groups to the realm of death at once."

Aurelia understood the purpose of her husband's "big transfer" this time, and she looked at Tyrion:

"When the three war regiments have recovered their combat capabilities, will they start a war?"

"The transfer is to adapt them to the rules of the realm of the dead, and they will not stay here too long."

Tyrion shook his head. He listened to the whispers of the spirit world wind. He said to his wife:

"This world is too fresh, and its existence is an irresistible temptation for the undead. If everything is settled, I don’t mind letting all members of the Dark Blade Legion enjoy this freshness, but now No... the feeling of happiness will weaken the will of the warrior, you see, even Luminas can't resist this lively temptation, and even intends to live here...I don't want us to work hard to form 'S clan is completely abandoned here."

"The mission of a soldier is to fight! Win the battle..."

Tyrion closed his eyes and whispered:

"For the time being, treat this as a resting point for the Dark Blade Legion. The mission has not yet succeeded. Dark Blade still needs to work hard... But this is not the most troublesome and most important issue we face."

"Ok?"

Aurelia felt her husband's thoughts and she asked softly:

"You are troubled, I can feel... why?"

"It's like a big pool, Aurelia."

Tyrion touched his wife's long hair, he looked at the gray sky, he sighed:

"Although there are entrances and exits, the water flow in the pool cannot be automatically circulated. Over time, this will become a pool of dead water. This **** is incomplete. It lacks a core that can absorb souls and convert and release souls. Although these things I can arrange the gods of death to do it, but their number is also limited."

"We must find a suitable core for it, otherwise the more dead souls of **** gather, the sooner or later it will spawn a batch of troublesome dementors, and once there is a core, the huge soul power entrenched here can also be The rules we have used in this world, which are already stagnant, will probably work again..."

Tyrion’s fingers move in the air:

"It's far from the "home" I imagined, but... but let's take a break now, these problems will be left for later."

Having said that, in the scream of Aurelia, she was totally embraced by Tyrion, and walked into the room like a princess. You see, it’s not just death lords who are very attached to this place, big lord I also like this place.

Of course, men...

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"No talking!"

"boom"

In Yuna's screams, a golden star hit the "prisoner" guarded by the gods of death on the edge of the valley of the Death Realm, and the little ghost was wearing a super-small uniform of the dark blade military department. The majestic and energetic, sitting on the platform deep in the underground cave, she was tilting her legs, watching the prisoner in front of her shivering in the glow of the golden planet that she smashed.

Yuna couldn't help but hummed the song, and then picked up the small cup at hand, which contained delicious juice that children like to drink.

She wields a magic wand wrapped in holy light in her hand, like a whip. The girl is now in the role of a "jailer". She must stay here before Tyrion finds a truly qualified jailer. Duties.

In front of her, 18 black chains made of soul were copied to the surface of a large and distorted soul, and it was fixed in this dim cave. It was a disgusting thing that constantly twisted and changed its shape. Even if it is just the form of soul, it is twisted like a group of flesh-and-blood monsters. From time to time, it has tentacles against the stone wall of the cell, but in the fixation of the soul chain, it simply cannot exert its own power.

This realm of death has been controlled by Tyrion. Although the lack of core and territories has prevented Tyrion from realizing the true potential of this land, as the lord of the dead realm, the land is huge and terrible. The power of the soul to suppress a prisoner can still be done.

Cthune, the ancient **** who stirred the wind and rain in Azeroth, was trapped here in a soul form. Although it was born in the shadow world, he lived in Azeroth for millions of years, causing it to die. After the boundary, it also suffered from the kind of "assimilation" of the rules, and it also lost the enormous power of the outside world and became extremely weak.

"Chaos, daze, anger..."

Cthune "looked" at the eccentric ghost wrapped in the light in front of him. It once again tried to lure Yuna with a fallen whisper, but it was not clear that Yuna was the guide for Tyrion. Symbiotic with each other, its whisper is useless to Tyrion, naturally it is useless to Yuna.

"No talking!"

And this strange whisper also interrupted the happiness of the little ghost who was enjoying the delicious juice, Yuna's eyes were glared, the wand in her hand was thrown out fiercely, and the energy whip composed of the Holy Light whipped at Csu Eun's soul surface made a clear voice.

"Snapped"

This whipping naturally cannot hurt the soul of the ancient god, but being whipped by a ghost like this also makes Cthorn, who was born in chaos, full of anger.

When did it suffer such humiliation? Look at this silly kid in front of her, she is simply treating the horrible and terrifying ancient god, the Thousand Eye Demon Ke Suen, as a toy! ! !

It's almost unbearable!

"Fuck, bastard!"

"No talking! You ugly!"

"Snapped"

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