Azeroth’s Death Track

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What is the world after death?

This question will probably never find an answer in the world of living people, and for dead people, this question is meaningless.

In the dark tunnel, Tyrion’s cold body was placed in a stone coffin. The ritual of soul infusion was completed a few days ago, but although the soul has returned to the body, the elf does not mean to be resurrected immediately. This situation disappointed Tarongol, who presided over the ceremony. In the ritual of making the death knight, this kind of death meant the failure of the ceremony.

Tyrion was supposed to be destroyed at that time, but after all, it was a special experiment, so after Tarongol left, Tyrion was thrown into this deadly tunnel, if he had been so quiet, Then waiting for his ending will be completely forgotten or burned by the orcs when one of the tunnels is cleared.

But the story will not progress to such a boring ending. Under the appearance of death, in this quiet body, in the spirit deep in the body of Tyrion, the cruel fight never stops, it is related to this Disputes over the final use rights of the body.

"I'm Durag the Dominator! The Shadow Council is the most powerful and talented warlock! I won't die so humble!"

The voice of an insane female orc echoed in her mind. It was a weak soul hiding in Tyrion’s mind. Maybe she used to be strong, but she was supporting the magic of the soul and was cleaned by Tyrion’s elf. After that, she no longer had the power to manipulate destruction.

"Give me this body!!"

Her soul roared in Terion’s perspective. This soul existed in a special form, totally unlike an orc. Her soul had scales, twisted wings, sharp claws and burning around the soul The magic fire looks scary, like a legendary demon.

Probably because of the long-term practice of the shadow magic of the warlock and the signing of too many contracts with the demons in the void, the soul of this female orc warlock began to change toward the shape of the demon.

And when Tyrion noticed her, she was fighting with another soul hiding in Tyrion's body, the soul of an old orc with gray hair.

This guy does not look much different from an ordinary orc. He has orc iconic fangs, rugged face covered with wrinkles, shiny spells on his arms, and his soul is still wearing a white robe Although it looks ordinary, the soul of this old orc is much more solid than the twisted soul of Dulag.

In the fight of this soul, he firmly occupied the upper hand.

"Stupid Warlock! How can your soul, which has been contaminated by evil energy, withstand my pure soul and will!"

In the soul match, the old orc saw no signs of being old. Like a real orc warrior, he threw a punch and smashed the slammed Durag to the ground. He easily reached out and grabbed Durag's neck. , Holding her high in the air, the eyes of the old orc psychic were full of hatred and disgust:

"If it were not for your misuse of evil energy, Draenor would not die! That broken world destroyed the noble will of the orc, and you... you **** distorted the orc's soul!"

"Maybe the confrontation of magic, ten of me are not your opponents! But in the battle of souls, we sincerely serving our ancestors... are invincible!!"

"Click"

With a crunch, the neck of the female orc’s soul body was broken, and her dark red body disappeared silently in the hands of the old orc, but soon, it recovered again in another place, just like the soul just now, just It was weaker.

This is a battle between souls, and breaking the neck is not a loss, but judging from the state of the two, their battle has already begun when they are imprisoned by the body of the elf, and it has continued until now. The two have a victory and defeat, but to be honest, this endless battle has already exhausted both souls.

And when they started the next battle, a voice suddenly sounded in this spiritual world.

"You... who are you?"

"Who! Who is talking!"

Durag the Dominator raised his head violently, trying to find the third voice, and the old orc stopped the attack, he shouted:

"Are you also a victim of this **** elven corpse? Who are you? A warlock? Or someone else?"

This question silenced the voice. After more than ten seconds of silence, the voice answered in a daze:

"Um...me, my name seems to be...Tirion? It seems to be the name...what are you doing? Why are you here? Why fight?"

"Stupid question, you must not be a warlock!"

Durag snorted disdainfully: "A body can only be controlled by one soul. Only by killing this old immortal, and you, drawing your soul, I have enough power to regain control of this weird elf. Body... I won’t live lowly in the form of a soul! I am destined to be the strongest warlock!"

The old orc did not despise, but took the opportunity to shout:

"Tirion! Maybe you are a warrior orc warrior or whatever, it doesn't matter! Come and help me kill this stupid warlock and nourish our soul with her soul, I promise, as long as I control this body , I will definitely help you find another suitable body!"

"I am a psychic, my soul extraction and infusion is my specialty!"

The old orc's words made Durag narrow his eyes, and she immediately realized that she had made a mistake, so she hurriedly shouted:

"Don’t believe him, this old immortal is very cunning, just look at me! You are the real dangerous guy. Come, you and me join forces, we kill the old man who is the most threatening first, then... . In the name of Warlock, I promise that I will definitely help you find a perfect destination! I can even sign a contract with you!"

"You have to believe me! Only the warlock... is the master who plays with the soul!"

The voice was silent again. After a while, he said softly:

"So, it's because of the two of you that I can't open my eyes... indeed, I can cooperate with any of you to kill the other, but doing so...the risk is too great, or It's safer to kill them all!"

This fierce speech caused Durag and the old orc to stun at the same time, and then the two laughed out loudly at the same time:

"Who do you think you are! In front of the psychic master, dare to speak such arrogant words without hesitation!"

"You are facing the strongest warlock in the future, idiot! Your soul is no longer necessary!"

"boom"

At the next moment, the entire sea of ​​spirits began to vibrate and collapse. This scene caused the laughing warlock and the psychic to stagnate at the same time. The mysterious third voice in the scene of heaven and earth cracked, of course said:

"why not?"

"This is...my body! Your soul, your knowledge, your memory...I want it all!!"

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"Uh"

Tyrion's eyes opened sharply, and there was silence in the darkness.

The eyes are not the dark red when Durag, the master, is occupied. The blue in the pupil is no different from that of Tyrion’s eyes, or more indifferent and more ruthless, like a real ice. .

There was some confusion in his opened eyes, presumably because of the reality of resurrection from the dead, or because of the sequelae of two different souls.

The fragments mixed in the souls of Durag and Necromancer, as well as the memories and knowledge wrapped in those fragments, poured into the will of Tyrion like a tide, leaving his unstable soul as if it were torn. pain.

But this pain is actually a good thing. It is because of this pain that Tyrion realizes that he is really alive, not an absurd dream after death.

"boom"

After ten minutes of self-cultivation and adaptation, the tearing pain in the brain eased for a moment, but it was still like the sting of a needle. He had some difficulty controlling the body to sit up from the sarcophagus. His fingers, in The bare upper body groped.

Tyrion’s memory is still in the forest of Hinterland. Under the death fight between himself and Saurfang, in the scene where the powerful orc warlord pierced the heart with a sword, it was when he died. Memory.

And now, there are still traces of stitches in the place of his heart, but there is no heart in the body.

He turned over from the sarcophagus and stood on the ground, walking a few steps, and suddenly was not used to it... This cold body lacked the breath of the living, nor the emotion of the living, like throwing his soul Into a battle armor, there is no longer the sense of natural connection with flesh and blood.

"boom"

Tyrion turned sharply, and punched a fist on the sarcophagus behind him. There was a strange pain in the clenched fist. The nerve still had a complete sense of pain, but the soul seemed to be insulated from the pain. Feels the concept of "pain", but his thinking seems to be extremely slow, and there is no longer an instinctive reaction to pain immediately.

Pain only acts on his body, not on thinking and senses at the same time...

"Death knight!"

A word from Durag's Soul Fragment suddenly jumped into Tyrion's mind. He stretched out his **** fingers and rubbed his forehead, bit by bit, releasing the chaotic memory .

"Controlling a dead body with a fresh soul is like a knight controlling a warhorse. There is no need to consider the situation of the dead body on the battlefield. With the soul of the warlock, you can control shadow magic between battles at the same time. 200% amazing combat power..."

There was a faint flash of light in Tyrion's eyes. He opened his palms and looked at his fingers, which were no different than the thin, cold ones:

"So, I also became a secret war weapon of the orcs? Became one of the first DKs?"

It stands to reason that after knowing this, Tyrion should have been full of anger, and wished to find those orcs to fight for your life now, but no!

There was no anger, no hatred, and even the thing that was killed by Saurfang in the memory, there was no emotional fluctuation that should have been there.

It's not the extreme of reason, but the lack of this kind of emotion... Those instinct thoughts and senses are as if they were removed from the soul as if they never existed.

On the contrary, as a living person, those memories that are hidden from reality by death are more clear because the body is dead.

Tyrion pressed his finger to his chest, and in the darkness, he closed his eyes.

"Missing... my soul, my will, a part is missing... I... is no longer complete."

"Kaka Kaka"

The fingers without temperature clenched into fists in the dark, and the collision of bones made a clear sound. In the dead darkness, Tyrion quickly accepted the cold reality, and he turned to the exit of the dark tunnel.

"These bastards, sooner or later... kill them all!"

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