Azeroth’s Death Track

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Prince Farodis slept deep in this sleep.

This was almost the ten thousand years after he was cursed, and he slept the best. This magical prince of the Elven Empire period dreamed of the past of the ancient times in a sweet dream. Those who belonged to Queen Azshara Flashy beauty.

In his dream, he returned to the prosperous Jin Aisala, enjoying the beautiful night view in the queen's gorgeous palace like heaven.

He went to Suramar again, the pearl of the elven empire, the unique magic tree and the big city under the halo of silver moonlight, which is a scenery that makes people forget to return.

After drinking wine, he passed through the portals connecting the provinces of the empire, and came to a quiet Eresaras, in the forest city full of precious knowledge and the Queen’s treasures, and his colleagues As well as a good friend, Tosedrin, another magical prince who manages Eresalas, discusses obscure knowledge about mysterious magic.

The two had a great conversation, and in the dream, they were as if they had not seen for a long time, and there was a trace of sadness in the chat, so they had been busy for a long, long time, and finally, Prince Farodis returned to Azuna, that was In the elven city he manages, his palace is not as magnificent as Jin Aisala, but the ancient palace covered with vines is where he was born and raised, and there is his home.

In the cheers of the night watchmen of the Farodis court, Prince Farodis walked into the court, and the beautiful Miss Bodyguard Eddie reached out to take over his cane and cloak. In front of him, his most loyal guard captain Thades pushed the door of the inner court for him, his court ceremonial minister, the attractive Mrs. Areser brought him a hot drink, and the inner court minister Elders was missing. Probably again by In the name of dissemination, go to hook up those civilian ladies.

In the memory of Prince Farodis, the elder who taught him aristocratic history from childhood was such a "charismatic" figure.

Oh, yes, there should be a skilled bartender in his memory...what is his name?

Farodis’s memory became blurred at this moment... All the beauty in front of her, all dreams began to distort, and Mrs. Erise, who was standing beside him, became dizzy, just like a female summoned by Necromancer Like a demon, she screamed and threw herself at herself, and the gorgeous palace in front of Prince Farodis became instantly old and stale... just like a ruin abandoned in time.

Everything is broken...

Like broken fragments, Farodis stood blankly in that chaos, he did not know what happened, until the next moment, he was completely engulfed by the darkness rising from his feet.

Everything is broken...Everything is lost, it was just a dream...He remembered it, he destroyed it all by himself...

He, murderer!

"Do not!!!"

Prince Farodis’ eyes were completely opened at this moment, but what he saw was not the ruined palace he could see every day, but a stone roof covered with silk, which looked like a castle. The room, on the silk above his head, is also painted with a black broken-blade logo, which looks like the logo of an organization.

Prince Farodis, who was awakened from a nightmare, sat up from the soft bed. He looked around blankly, decorated with many decorative weapons on the surrounding stone walls, as well as some elaborate specimens and precious stones, From the superb aesthetic point of view of Prince Rodis, the placement of these ornaments is completely wrong, and it looks like treasures of various civilization styles are piled up randomly.

Well, full of upstart temperament.

But those wonderful specimens represent the martial arts that the master of this place can't hide... On the stone wall, on the wooden shelf, there is the head of a giant worm-like lord, the dull pair His eyes also reflected the fear of this grim creature before he died, and next to the insect specimen was the bone of a doomed lord who was cut open.

There is also a wall lamp decorated with Goron’s teeth, and a photo frame made of keel, which contains a photo of the family of the Lord Lord. On the square of Shattrath City, the silly girl Dornan has a heartless and happy smile. Can always infect every guest who sees this photo.

Prince Farodis stood beside these special "handicrafts". Thanks to his good aristocratic education, he kept the courtesy of a guest, and did not touch these valuable things. A critical aesthetic is looking at these things, while trying to distinguish some of the characteristics of the owner from these collections...at least hobbies.

This very noble thinking analysis continued until the arrival of a servant.

"boom"

The door of the room was gently pushed open. An upper elf wearing a red cloak and black dress appeared in front of Prince Farodis. The current ruler of the Sindra elf, Modan, the head of the 13th lord of Sindra Te Yongying leaned over the prince of magic with a courtesy of 10,000 years ago. He said in a hoarse and low voice:

"Please come with me, the Honorable Prince of Magic Falodidis, the master here is waiting for you."

"Ok?"

Prince Farodis turned his head, and a trace of curiosity flashed on his illusory face. He looked at the standard upper elf in front of him, and he asked in a low voice:

"Do you recognize me? Have you seen me before?"

Modant Yongying raised his head. His blood-red eyes frowned Prince Farodis. Obviously, the upper elf in front of him was contaminated by some kind of force that favored negative energy, but it might still retain his wisdom. .

"Yes, Prince Farodis, I have seen you more than once in the library of Heresalas. Of course, I was only a magic apprentice ten thousand years ago...I have seen you, but you I can’t remember it. It’s okay. For 10,000 years, too many things have changed. For those of us who live in the ancient world, it’s a great relief to see every surviving compatriot."

A cold and sincere smile flashed on Yongying's skinny face. This Sindrasa Rhine made a "please" gesture sideways:

"Come with me, Prince of Magic, please don't let the Lord Lord wait too long."

"Ok."

Prince Farodis stretched out his hand to adjust the magic robe on his imaginary body. He picked up the magic scepter that he never left, followed behind Modand, and walked out of the castle room, although he was a strange ghost Body, but the attitude of Prince Farodis walking is still the same as ordinary people. As a rare sober among ghosts, he is not the same as his poor compatriots trapped in the memory fault. He knows this clearly How hard it is for ten thousand years.

"What's your name? Sindra Elf."

Prince Farodis asked softly, but Yongying said without looking back:

"My name is Modant. Yongying, Lord Farodis. I used to be a magician of Prince Tosedrin. Unfortunately, Tosedrin was squeezed because of too much contact. The magic of the evil energy became crazy, and I had to personally end his sad life."

"You! You actually killed your own lord! Great injustice!"

Prince Farodis clenched the magic scepter in his hand at this moment. A flash of anger flashed in his heart, but Yongying didn't care:

"I know that Prince Tosedrin is your best friend, Lord Farodis, but IMHO, the times have changed. If you see with your own eyes what kind of monsters Tosedrin has fallen into, I believe, You will kill him with your own hands... He is no longer the wise magic prince of the upper elves. Under that decaying body, he has become a monster that is no different from the demon."

"Sindra is finally free after ten thousand years of prisoners. We have no princes and no classes. We are one of the races under the federal government. Our people have enjoyed the first light of freedom in life. They Life is very happy and very fulfilling... Therefore, I don’t regret that the sword was stabbed, or that is the first correct thing I did in my life."

Yongying's footsteps stopped at the gate of the hall in front of him. He turned back and looked at Prince Farodis with blood red eyes. He said softly:

"Sindra is already free, Lord Farodis, maybe, your clan will also be free, from the curse of this ghost...Of course, it depends on your choice...Go, Lord Lord is waiting for you."

"Looking at the past, Lord Farodis, don't anger him."

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The interior of the castle in the world of the Dead Blade is not luxurious. Compared to a comfortable place to live, this castle is more like a standard military unit. Even the hall used for meeting guests is very simple. There is a large burning fireplace, a red carpet on the ground, and a huge portrait hanging on the wall in front of the hall.

It was a portrait of the Death Lord and the Forgotten Kings of the Dark Blade Legion. It was a status indication and a memorial.

As Farodis walked into the hall, Tyrion was sitting by the fireplace, looking at a military report in the reflection of the warm flames, which was the operation of the three squadrons on the mainland of Northrend. It is reported that the entire Howling Bay and a large part of the Grizzly Hills have fallen under the control of the Dark Blade, and the Vrykul "rebellion" there has also been wiped out.

As a commander, Danas Trollbane is looking for important targets in the grizzly hills, the "soul bear" formed from the fragments of the soul of the wild **** Uzok, of course, the dark blade war The traffickers are planning an invasion of the Zuldak region further west. It is said that they have made several Loa gods in the frost trolls' beliefs there as strategic targets.

Tyrion generally does not interfere with such military operations, but as the leader, he must master the overall situation, so now basically his daily job is to read these reports and military plans, from time to time to put forward some of his own opinions, a complete bureaucracy The advantage is that many things do not require the leader to do it by himself, and his people will do things as planned.

"Well, are you awake?"

Tyrion put the documents in his hands together and put them on the table. He beckoned Farodis behind him:

"Come, sit here, let's talk."

Prince Farodis did not refuse. He sat in the chair next to Tyrion with the proper posture of an upper elf noble. He looked at Tyrion, after seeing the distinctive sharp ears of the High Lord , The prince of magic whispered:

"Are you an elf? Upper elf? Or night elf?"

"Well, stupid bloodline theory."

Tyrion did not hide his aversion to the classification of the elf. He took a bottle of blood wine from the wine cabinet on one side, added ice cubes to it, then picked up two glasses of red wine and handed one of them out. Farodis:

"But if you have to get to the bottom, I will tell you that I am a high elf, somewhere between the upper elves and the night elves...you can think of me as a degenerate of the upper elves, after all, Das Reima When I decided to create the Sunwell, I didn't expect that it would have such a huge impact on his descendants."

"Magic has permanently changed our appearance and our soul."

Farodis nodded. He looked at the wine glass handed over by the high lord and the colorful halo reflected in the wine in the firelight. He shook his head sadly:

"It's not that you reject your kindness, but I'm a ghost, I don't have a physical...I can't enjoy this thing."

"Oh?"

Tyrion took a sip of cold wine, squinting his eyes, tasting the beautiful feeling of the wine swaying in his taste buds, looking at Farodis, he said softly:

"Wise as you, haven't you found it yet? Prince Farodis, when you stood in front of me...you have regained your body...no thanks."

Under the reminder of Tyrion, Prince Farodidis lowered his head, watching his soul body become more and more solid in the warm fire. Except that there is no flesh and blood, the illusion of abnormal ghosts is already in His body disappeared, and before he even found it, he could even feel the warmth of the flames burning in the fireplace.

That kind of strange sense was not felt by his soul prisoners in the past ten thousand years.

At this moment, even the most wise prince of magic in the Elven Empire, Farodidis seemed a bit dazed. He reached over and took the wine glass from Tyrion, feeling that the glass was slightly cold at the tip of his finger, and he Like a bun, put the red wine under the nose and sniff, the strange and sweet with a trace of blood, the strange smell even burst the taste buds of the magic prince.

In the end, he shivered slightly, put the wine in his hand by his mouth, and felt the cold liquid flowing down his tongue into his mouth. The chaotic taste made him slam his eyes at this moment, like Like being struck by lightning.

This dull posture lasted for nearly ten seconds, until Tyrion’s cough woke him up, Prince Farodis was no longer hostile at this moment, no vigilance, his green eyes stared back to death. In front of Tyrion, he said awkwardly:

"You... who the **** are you? Queen Azshara's curse was actually by you... by you..."

"Aizara, the most powerful woman in the history of Azeroth, I admit that the complexity of the curse she imposed through the tidestone is beyond my understanding. The principle of that curse is very obscure, and I cannot solve it ,I admit."

Tyrion shakes the glass, and he looks at Prince Farodis:

"But I don't need to unlock it either. You are ghosts, a special variant of undead creatures, but you are still undead... as long as they are undead, you have to obey the rules I set for this land ..."

The lord drank the rest of the liquor, he put down the glass and looked at Prince Farodis with a smile:

"Then re-know me, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, this hell... ruler."

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