Azeroth’s Death Track

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The battle came fast and went faster. When the roaring deaths crossed various strange traces from the sky and rushed into the demonic army in all directions like a black torrent, the tall ones did not yet react. Like the wheat in the wheat field, the demons are easily felled to the ground. The ghosts of the death gods are directly aimed at the soul. For these demon soldiers, only a slight wave is needed, and their weak souls will be Take away directly.

The fissures of the Dead Realm opened in the sky like a passage to the other world. The three demon warships cruising in the sky could not even slow down before the unexpected fissure, and they crashed into the realm of the dead. Among them, the weird world stripped the souls of the demons who drove the warships in an instant, and then captured the steel-made warship, letting it "land" in the paradox of the vast wilderness of the dead world. on.

And in the middle of this battlefield of chasing death and chasing north, the death lord who was wielding his sword in the declining palace of Asuna 20 minutes ago was as good as a quail, standing hand in hand without saying a word, like a quail. Not even blinking, it looks like a sculpture.

And Xiaoxing was hiding behind Luminas in fear. She looked at the big lord who suddenly appeared in front of her with the same eyes as the Great Demon King. The slender back was obviously an elf like Luminas, but as long as it was not A blind man can easily feel the difference between the two, and there are black and gray stars on his face carefully asked:

"Mad woman, who is this man?"

"Quiet! Don't talk!"

Luminas squinted without squinting:

"The distinguished boss is here, we are not qualified to speak, especially you... shut up!"

This rebuke made Xiao Xing open his mouth, but considering that the posture of Tyrion's appearance before was too amazing, she didn't say anything, but instead squatted on the ground and began to observe that she was bound by evil energy. Unconscious ghost.

As for Tyrion, the Lord Lord did feel a trace of anger for Luminas's uneasiness, but after actually arriving at this place, he became curious about the surrounding environment and the demon Lord in front of him.

Standing in front of Hasabelle, who was kneeling on the ground, bound by the energy of death, he looked at this Eredar demon, and he said softly:

"You are new here, right?"

Hasabel bowed his head and did not speak. When she was in Argus, she had heard that a death knight named Tyrion was very powerful, but now she saw it with her own eyes... this kind of guy can only be Is it called "powerful"? Those **** who are whispering are going to kill her now.

"Om"

A black-red energy sword appeared in Tyrion’s hands, and he pressed the sharp blade against Hasabel’s chin, lifting the well-maintained Eredar Demon Lord’s face, and he was calm. Looked at the pair of panic-stricken eyes, and then extended his other hand, gently snapped his fingers, and the next moment, in the turning of the dark vortex of the dead world, a sneaky draenei died The knight came out of it, and stood beside the lord in a dog-legged posture.

Tyrion asked without looking back:

"She is new here, right?"

The called Draenei death knight looked at Hasabel with his gray eyes. Hasabel was also watching him. Although the appearance changed, Hasabel still felt that he should know the eyes. This frivolous draenei is familiar with the outline of his face.

"Yes, Lord!"

The draenei death knight rubbed his hands, with a vivid smile of delight, and said to the lord:

"This guy's name is Hassabel, she was a portal guard of the world of Argus, a greedy bastard, a loyal dog of Kil'jaeden, but IMHO, Lord, keep this guy's life. More cost-effective than killing her..."

"Ok?"

Tyrion made a suspicious nasal sound, and the Draenei death knight beside him immediately explained:

"Hasabel can be a portal guardian. In addition to her being fortunate and flattering, she also benefited from her learning experience at the Makere School of Witchcraft and Magic. But I, but Lord Lord, she is really familiar with the rules of teleportation and has the ability to repair large portals..."

The draenei death knight glanced at Hasabel. He flicked his tail and said to the lord:

"And I, I also need an assistant... I am alone, to build the portal to the stars from Azeroth to Marton, even if you already have precise coordinates, it will cost Several years, but with her help, this time will be greatly shortened!"

"okay."

Tyrion thought for a moment, then withdrew his long black and red sword. He flicked his finger and turned to his followers:

"Then, she gave it to you, my master craftsman of Malzac. I hope to hear good news from you soon...go to work."

At this moment, Hassabel, who was bound to death by the energy of death, suddenly raised his head. She stared at the draenei death knight in front of her, and she whispered:

"Marzac, I knew that you traitor! It was a shame that you betrayed the legion and turned to the undead!"

"Shut up, Hasabel!"

With a new body and new power, Malzac took the arm of Hasabel very rudely, dragged the Eredar demon lord towards the portal to the dead world, and walked, he While cursing:

"If it wasn't for the sake of our former graduates of Makeleel College, do you think I would bother to save you? You don't know the true attitude of the Lord Lord towards the devil, if it's not you, it's useful, you 'S soul has long been thrown into the soul oven of the Dead Realm, or worse...sold to the greedy neuropaths...I finally asked, you didn't plan to live as a slave for the rest of your life, yes Right?"

Hearing this, think again about the true power of Tyrion, Hasabel decisively counseled, this is the way it is, the greedy guys are generally very sad, plus the pain of being abandoned by Kil'jaeden Experience, a strange idea suddenly appeared in Hasabel's heart.

Maybe... changing a boss is not unacceptable, anyway, it is so bad, no matter how bad the treatment is, it is much better than it is now.

This man, once the mentality changes, the way of thinking about the problem naturally changes.

Hasabel glanced at Terion’s cold back, and she whispered:

"You honestly told me, Malzac, do you think these undead can win against the legion?"

"I don't know, Hasabel is obedient."

The death knight Malzac shrugged. He threw his hand and threw Hasabel into the door of the vortex of the world of death. There was a bad smile on the corner of his mouth:

"But you don't have to choose anymore, do you?"

On the other side, Tyrion walked up to the sculptured Luminas. His ice-blue eyes fixed on his subordinates. Luminas stood in front of his eyes without squinting, with a standard dark-edged soldier's The gesture beamer stood there, acting like a stand-by ace soldier, and never saw the shameful gesture before.

"Ugh..."

Tyrion sighed very humanly, and he waved his hand:

"The face of the Dark Blade Legion has been lost by you... I'm too lazy to reprimand you, Lumi, you still have to think about how to face the inquiry of the War Council."

Luminas, who was still serious in her face, suddenly collapsed when she heard the word "question." She grabbed Tyrion's wrist like a coquettish and grumbled:

"Don't, boss, I know that you are the most kind. If I were really thrown to the inquiry meeting, the old warlords of Blackhand and Saurfang would definitely cramp me! Look at me this time for the dark blade For the sake of making great contributions, spare me!"

"Ok?"

The cold-faced Tyrion glanced at Luminas:

"Dai Gong? I didn't see any credit except for seeing you fleeing... You may indeed be defeated by 2 demon lords, but don't tell me to face such an enemy, do you still need assistance? Or ask me for help directly? Do you know how busy I am every day?"

"It must have escaped."

Miss Luminas said with a lip:

"But it's also painful to be beaten up by a beating, and it's even more embarrassing...but then again, I have found the Tidestone!"

The death lord stepped forward with a high toe, and would feel the terrible breath of death on Tyrion's body from a close distance, and squatted there holding the little star shaking his head to the side, and then pointed to the unconscious on the ground. The ghost prince said to the high lord:

"He! He must know the location of the Tidestone, and it was also to save him that I had to seek support, boss."

Luminas defended himself:

"The demon's siege will definitely not kill me, but if I don't ask for help, this important person will be robbed by the demon. By that time, it will be difficult for us to get back."

"and many more!"

Tyrion did not bother about the unconscious ghost prince lying on the ground. Instead, he turned his gaze to the little star like a scared beast hiding on one side. He looked at the little blue dragon, the little star’s The magic disguise simply cannot hide the vision of the high lord. After a while, the high lord said softly:

"A pure-blood blue dragon that doesn't belong to the Axis, interesting... what's your name? Child."

"She's called Little Star! A silly name."

Luminas hurriedly answered instead of Little Star, but was glared by Tyrion. He suddenly shrugged his head and stood aside, probably aware of Tyrion’s kindness, and Little Star raised his head tremblingly, Looking at the man with the temperament like the sea of ​​light, she bit her lip, put her finger on her left shoulder, and whispered with the etiquette of the Dragon tribe:

"My name is Stella Gosa, the powerful necromancer. On behalf of the giant dragon in the blue habitat, I express my gratitude and respect to you. We have no intention to participate in any matters related to you."

"Oh? Stella Gosa? It looks like you really called "Little Star"."

Tyrion smiled, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he asked again:

"What is your relationship with the king of magic, the blue dragon king Marigos?"

Upon hearing the name, Xiaoxing raised her head violently, and after seeing Tyrion’s cold eyes, she hurriedly lowered her head, she whispered:

"The powerful Marigos is my grandfather's brother... According to my grandfather, before the war of antiquity, it had foreseen the signs of certain disasters, and then had a dispute with Marigos, and brought some people. Come to the remote Asura... until now, almost ten thousand years have passed."

"So, is your grandfather still alive?"

Tyrion's eyes narrowed:

"That's a blue dragon as old as Marigou, or even older?"

"Yes!"

Little Star raised her chest proudly and said to Tyrion:

"At the time when the guardian of the Titan, Tyr, called the King of the Five Colored Dragons and his tribes to fight with Tyr, the ancient ancient dragon Galakron, my grandfather had always fought to protect the world. After Sri Lanka became the Blue Dragon King, my grandfather, Senagos, was the most powerful and intimate supporter of the Blue Dragon King. According to the bloodline, I am also a princess of the Blue Dragon family...Although we have completely broken up with our compatriots, but the bloodline The glory it brings is still there!"

"Yo, the stupid and ignorant little star is still a little princess."

Luminas sitting on a stone snorted disdainfully, awakened Little Star from that stubborn pride, she hurriedly lowered her head, but Tyrion was more interested in Little Star's group, Ai Everyone in the magic world of Zelas knows that the blue dragon is the most dying dragon clan except the black dragon, but who can think of this, there is a pure blood blue dragon clan in the deserted land of the broken islands What?

Marigos is already mad. If he heard this news, the old mad dragon, almost autistic, who was hit by the decay of the race, would dance happily in the magic pivot...

But regarding the Little Star and the Blue Dragon ethnic group, that is something to be considered in the future. Now, they can only be placed on the edge of the chessboard as a trick, and they have not played a great role.

"Lumi!"

Tyrion waved his finger:

"You take the Hellfire Clan and go back to her group with Little Star, "invite" those pure-blooded blue dragons to live in the world of Draenor, and help them move a house...I will arrange one for them there The perfect home."

"Observe, boss!"

Luminas jumped from the stone, but she hesitated and said to the boss:

"Little Star may like to brag, but her grandfather, the old blue dragon is really not easy to deal with, I can't beat it alone."

"Huh? Do you still need to fight?"

Tyrion looked at his subordinates doubtfully. He glanced at the trembling star again, and a slight smile hung from the corner of his mouth:

"This is Xiaoxing's own request to move. The cute little princess has long been dissatisfied with this barren land. She is eager to see the life in a big city, eager to enjoy everything a princess should have. Shouldn’t Senagos satisfy the baby’s granddaughter’s request?"

"You said I was right? Little star?"

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