Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The tomb of Sargeras has floated to the surface!"

In the dim night of Broken Beach, Agents of the Rhine of the Darkblade Intelligence Bureau are lurking at the commanding heights of this beach, using their outstanding eyesight to observe the green dots that appear constantly below, on the side of Agent 8 Mares Watching the surroundings vigilantly, while reporting what he saw to the recorders around him.

The young lady's voice buzzed like a bug in the night, and it sounded like a special rhythm:

"The 24 Legion Portals are transporting the demon army into Azeroth with all their strength... They have also made a large-scale energy hidden enchantment. These idiots are finally a bit smarter."

"But they are like that... they haven't found out that they have stepped into a well-arranged trap... the devil is stupid!"

After vomiting, Miss Marais blinked and said to the recorder next to him:

"Just report to the rear, there is nothing good here. At present, two high-level demon lords are commanding the Demon Legion, one is for spells and the other is for melee, both are Eredar."

"The number of demons is increasing exponentially, and they will spread throughout the broken beach in about 10 minutes. According to the current scale of the demons, they are likely to expand rapidly at that node, or use this as a frontline base to build some Energy attacks facilities and the like."

The recorder is also a blood race, but not Salin, but a hooded human vampire. These dark phantoms, which inherited the weakened Salin blood, are currently the main source of agents of the Dark Edge Intelligence Agency. The affinity of can ensure that they only need simple training to become an excellent agent.

But when the recorder picked up the Apexis crystal for communication, Marais suddenly pressed her finger. This previously inattentive Agent Sahren was like a hunter who found a prey. Became quite focused.

"Record! Important report!"

"In the direction of the Tomb of Sargeras, there is a portal wave, which is... the second batch of demon troops landing, and they look very elite... wait, there are three high-level lords among them, one of them Seems like a big man..."

During the silent observation of Marais, she saw a dark green portal that opened at the entrance of Sargeras' tomb. An elite army of tall, heavily armed evil lords emerged from the portal. Walking out, and being guarded by them, is a demon taller than other Eredar demon lords.

After its appearance, the demon lord who was originally at the entrance of Sargeras’ tomb seemed to talk to it. After a few minutes, they quickly unlocked the enchantment of Sargeras’ tomb. Then he brought a lot of demons into it.

This action narrowed Agent Mareth's beautiful red eyes. She thought for a few seconds, then picked up the communication crystal in the hands of the recorder and adjusted it to a special frequency:

"Sir, this is a "robin" sentry post. I have important intelligence reports. The four demon lords who had been invading this large-scale legion just entered the tomb of Sargeras just now. Obviously, that graveyard There is something they need, and it is probably the purpose of their coming here. Since the tomb of Sargeras has no complete guardian enchantment at present, so no matter what they need, they can get it quickly... "

"I suggest...hunting ahead of time, it is best to start now!"

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"Lord Lord, this is the latest report! It is urgent!"

In the wilderness of the Dead Realm, in front of the just-built forward fortress, four fully armed war corps are ready. Although in this world, the undead have acquired the senses of their lives, but they have been training and dark for a long time. The image created by the Blades in their souls makes these soldiers who once again feel the breathing touch still maintain the most perfect warrior posture.

And the heads of the four war regiments are also conducting the final inspection before the war begins. In a busy and devastating wilderness, Tyrion has also worn all the armor for a long time, like the dragon of darkness. The heavy weight of the armor rests on his body, but for the Lord of the Dead Realm, this weight is like a huge amount of hair.

Hearing the shadow report, Tyrion reached out to take over the battle report. He took it in his hand and glanced at it. The Lord's eyes narrowed:

"The devil is to get something in Sargeras' tomb? Let me think about it. The two most valuable things in that cemetery were already taken by us a long time ago...oh, I know! "

Lord Lord recalled the scene when they hunted Gul'dan many years ago. When he went deeper into the tomb, he had seen a secret place buried near the center of the ground. He didn't go down to investigate, but the full smell of evil energy made him remember fresh, no matter what was underneath, it should be closely related to the Legion.

"How could they be taken away..."

Lord Lord moved his neck. In this fresh world, his bones collided with each other, and his bones made a clicking noise. He nodded to the shadow. Next moment, some authority of the realm of death When he was mobilized, the low voice of the High Lord rang in the hearts of every soldier of the Darkblade Legion at this moment.

"The soldiers standing here...you are the most elite soldiers of the entire Dark Blade Legion! Each of you has experienced countless fights..."

"I promised to give the Dark Blade Legion a home. Now that you see it, you are standing on the destination of the Dark Blade. One day, every one of you will get a new one here. You Longing for life... this is my promise to you, I have completed it!"

Tyrion's voice became low at this moment:

"But, not today!"

"I don’t want to do any tricks to choose the beneficiaries, nor do I want to squeeze your last power! But brothers, at this time, just outside, the demons landed on this world, they thought we didn’t find their little moves, They think the world is afraid of their power, yes, they are doing it wantonly!"

"Most of you are from Draenor. You died in the wars of recent decades. The orcs and the draenei, the **** enemies of the two races, why did your death arise, I believe You know better than me... and what I want to say is..."

Tyrion paused briefly. After a few seconds, his voice sounded again, and there was no cold, silent inner like the undead. On the contrary, it was full of emotions that burst like a living person, like a burning fire:

"This is why you and I are here!"

"The battle that belongs to us, the battle that belongs to the dead is not finished yet!"

"At least me, me and the demons outside, there are still some accounts not clear!"

Tyrion’s fingers waved a few times in the air, a dark rift between the world of death and the outside slowly opened at this moment, it was like a dark vortex, Tyrion stood in front of the passage, his fingers Between the jumps, the Ashbringer appeared in the palm of his hand. He carried the sword and stood in front of the dark-edged soldiers of the four battle groups. He asked loudly:

"Anyone who doesn't want to go with me to collect debts? Give you 10 seconds to leave..."

Behind him, Wan Lai was silent.

Fully armed, Luminas holding the restored holy sword Quel'Cera.

Saurfang, riding a restless warhorse, holding a black battle axe.

Carrying a war bow, Roglio stood in front of the artillery like a cold sculpture.

Finally, wearing a fiery red robe, holding the ice scepter, and looking calm Myra.

The four dead lords closely followed their leader, and behind the lord, all the soldiers were armed with weapons. Although their senses had been restored, their expressions were as cold and fearless as their former dead spirits, their hearts In the endless war, it has been tempered like steel.

Ten seconds passed in a flash, no one moved, no one even made a sound.

"well..."

Tyrion reached out and wiped his forehead. A dark, crown from the world of death appeared on top of his head. After the black energy solidified, it was like a crown of black thorns like a war helmet. .

It’s not that he regained the title of King of Dark Blades, it’s just the medium of the power of the dead realm... as long as Tyrion’s will covers, all the souls of war dead will return to the wilderness of the dead realm, This is the ability that belongs to the Soul Lord, this is the authority of the manager of the dead realm, this is the new card of the Dark Blades.

From now on, in the world of Azeroth, want to fight a number of battles with the Legion?

No one can win!

Even the devil...

"So, tonight...Since they are here, don't want to leave..."

Tyrion took a step forward, his figure was swallowed by the shining dark curtain of light. At this moment, his voice also sounded in the two worlds. It was cold, deep, like thunder:

"Darkblade Legion...follow me..."

"Join the hunt!"

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"Wow, wow"

The sound of the tide in the middle of the night continued to sound on the shoreline of the broken beach, just like an annoying movement, it could not be stopped.

"Tyrant" Haveli took several of his fel lord guards to stand on the coast outpost not far from the tomb of Sargeras, a woman who showed her ruthlessness in countless wars. Commander Da is very quiet at this moment.

There is a quiet aura that does not belong to the devil, which covers her body, which makes the devil sergeants who have followed Haveli for a little more than a few years, but Haveli has something to worry about.

Azeroth, this is different from every world she has experienced in the past, because in this world, there is a character she desperately wants to kill...Draenei's prophet, Velen!

More than 200 years ago, Haveli was a garrison who believed in the Holy Light. Her follower, Prophet Velen, left her homeland and went into exile among the stars. The days were very difficult. They hid in a starship protected by Naru. Hiding in the stars like a mouse, every few years, compatriots who cannot bear the desperate future commit suicide, but even at that time, Haveli has not lost his faith in the Holy Light.

After falling into the world of Draenor, Haveli was also at a loss, especially under the leadership of Velen. After the draenei people lived in that world for nearly 200 years, she once thought that Draenor was the future of the clan. Unfortunately, when Haveli was full of childish hope for the future, the orcs tricked by demons... set off the war.

Once, in Northrend, Grand Sergeant Marard told Thrall about the story of the draenei city of Tymor being destroyed by orcs, and that story is also a story of Xaviri... Xavi I will never forget that after the break of the city of Tamor, she spent the hell-like 3 years, she was captured by the orcs, and lived in a slave posture for 3 years...

It was a hell, and Haveli eventually crawled out of hell, she joined the Burning Legion, and became the destroyer she once hated most, and the source of all this change was due to Velen's cowardice! Because of the incompetence of the prophet!

Like Yrel, who was once resurrected by Tyrion, Haveli also realized from the **** the roots of all the suffering of the draenei in Draenor.

She wants to kill the Prophet... kill it by hand, or be killed by the Prophet, to end her painful life.

"Maybe..."

The "Tyrant" with the Burning Legion's Destroyer Helmet murmured, "Here is the end of the story..."

"Chief! Look at the beach!"

And at this moment, the cry of a wicked lord awakened Haveli, the tyrant turned back, and looked at a deep sea of ​​light. When she didn't notice, the sea in front of her was suddenly filled with weird Fog, heavy fog, between the fog, even with the excellent vision of Haveli, she can only see a rolling sea of ​​darkness...

Wait, above that rolling tide...someone!

A man with a long sword!

Who is he?

As a person, in the dark near the demon's position, is he trying to find death?

The tyrant's eyes narrowed. She saw the man above the tide through the weird mist. He began to run. On the sea, he was like a warrior, but... no matter how powerful, there was only one person.

Haveli shook, she extended her finger, a magic cannon slowly lifted, but at the next moment, the sound of the tide tumbled suddenly, and a killing gas made Haveli's raised fingers shake. The tyrant looked back again, this time, she saw...

That submerged the entire sea, and even the tumbling tide was instantly flattened...Dead Legion!

Haveli hasn’t seen the battle flag floating in the dark sea, but she has heard of Archimonde’s death, she has also heard of Kazak’s fiasco in Delano, she has heard of this Banner.

Black broken blade...

"Strong enemies are coming!!!"

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