Azeroth’s Death Track

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On the large platform at the entrance to the curtain of Sargeras, the battle was over. Gul'dan's blood was spilling around the broken stone pillars. His torn corpse was suspended on the purple psychic circle. Blood Mage Seven He and Otham concentrated on the magic circle, and a carefully prepared black soul stone was suspended above the corpse.

They want to extract Gul'dan's soul without leaving a trace, so as to avoid this cunning **** from shelling again.

"The demons are here, you have robbed their prey."

The night elves’ wraiths were quietly suspended in the darkness, waiting for their final fate, while their high priest’s burial came out of the darkness and looked at Tyrion with their pale green eyes, which were full of scrutiny:

"Should we go now?"

The death knight nodded, and he had a white skull in his hand. He put this thing in front of him. The spotlight of evil energy flashed continuously in the eye socket of the skull. The ancient **** reshaped the ancient with blood and flesh. Erdan's body and bones, after the warlock was once again killed, the replica of Gul'dan's skull fell into Tyrion's hands again.

This time, but the real enhanced version! Because of the power of the void and shadow, the energy contained in the skull of Gul'dan is more pure than the one that Tyrion had previously obtained.

"Uh"

Tyrion removed the skull belonging to Tarongol from his belt and threw it to Luminas behind him. He said softly:

"This thing can corrupt the Paladin's holy contract. That is the best material for making the magic seal. How strong is the Holy Light, the darkness brought back by corruption will only be stronger, and the Death Knight should have its own emblem."

Tyrion reattached the new Gul'dan's skull to the chain. He stood up and moved his shoulders. Two green skulls swayed on the armor on his abdomen. He looked extremely evil. He Looking back at the darker darkness, the pungent sulfur smell became stronger and stronger in the humid air.

Furious demons are coming.

The two blood mage handed a throbbing soul stone to Tyrion, who took it in his hand and felt the coldness on the surface of the soul stone. He put the soul stone in his ear and could still hear it faintly. Gul'dan's miserable wailing and unwilling curse.

This noisy death caused Tyrion's mouth to flip up, and he put away the Soul Stone and looked around.

"time to go."

The eye of Sargeras was rammed into the box again, Tyrion carried the box to the closed stone door of the tomb of Sargeras in front of him, and the blue magic rune continued to beat on the dark stone door, with increasing frequency The sooner, this means that Aegwynn's enchantment is about to be restored. If they don't take advantage of the last time, they will be trapped in this temple and eventually sink back into the sea.

The death knights behind him looked relaxed, and this hunt across the endless sea was finally over. Seeing the villain Gul'dan give his head, it made everyone in a very good mood, even Reid Blackhand, It is not empty-handed.

The orc warlord carried a wooden box with Gul'dan's already cold heart in his hand. Although he could not bring his head to the chieftain, it was somewhat regrettable, but this heart, which was also infested by evil energy, was enough to prove Gul'dan Death.

"Boom"

The huge stone gate in front of him needed a lot of effort from the death knights to open a crack. They entered the temple through the evil portal of Gul'dan, but now Gul'dan is dead and he can only go. The main gate left, and the heavy stone gate in front of him was actually the biggest obstacle preventing these elves from complaining.

Undead creatures such as Wraith ignore most of the terrain when fighting and advancing, but as magical creatures, they cannot pass through any obstacles similar to enchantment. When the human mage Aegwynn first sealed this temple, almost Engraving the runes around the entire temple, like an oversized cage, trapped innocent spirits of these innocent spirits.

Of course, this should not blame Aegwynn. When she sealed the body of Sargeras, she did not expect that there would be so many ancient souls in this temple.

"Om"

Outside the temple, above the sky is already dusk, the fiery red clouds surrounding the sky are like a burning fire, and the sunlight that is about to set down becomes gentle, when the first light shines into this dark 828 While in the temple, those wraiths suspended in the air screamed and fled away.

Sunshine, for them, has become strange and deadly.

"Lady first..."

Tyrion turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the spirit behind him. The high priest Moon Burial looked at the death knight with a meaningful look. She asked in a low voice:

"Really let us be free like this? Death knight, your body is full of huge energy of death. If you force us to obey, our weak compatriots may not be able to refuse..."

The death knight's face remained the same, he also whispered:

"But what's the use of the waste I want?"

His ice-blue eyes looked at the three wraith leaders in front of him, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes:

"In my opinion, only you three have some use for me, but you will not obey me so easily, ladies, I know the night elves' persistent pursuit of freedom, that is the instinct in your bones."

This sentence made Captain Xiyue and the female hunter's face a little unsightly, but there was no change in the expression of the priest's moon burial. She first stepped out of the darkness and stood in the evening sunlight. The gentle sunlight was like Like flames, when it touched this wraith body, it started to burn, and the soul body of the priestess sprayed ashes in the sunlight.

She should be in pain, this kind of daylight punishment, but the expression on her transparent face became more and more vivid. Until the end, when her body was slightly invisible, a smooth smile appeared on her cheek.

She opened her arms and dissipated in the air like floating sand, replaced by a faint blue elf, barely still able to see her original face, this is the form of the night elf after death, she will eventually return to the world tree , Into the new life cycle.

"Thank you, Tyrion, thank you for giving us freedom... goodbye, I can already hear the call of the world tree Nordrassil, and I should go home."

The elf jumped in the air. She circled around Tyrion's body a few times, and finally nodded on the death knight's forehead, then quickly rose into the air, and finally disappeared.

This scene was like a sign. Behind the death knights, those wraiths who had been terrified of the sun screamed harshly, rushing into the evening sunlight before them.

The frost storm they brought in the air covered the death knights' armor with a layer of frost, but when they looked up, they could see thousands of wraiths melted by the sun and turned into a grand scene of elves.

The wandering sands of the wraiths burning and swaying in the sky refracted the already beautiful dusk light to thousands of glory, forming a beautiful scene in front of everyone, and the little elves who got the soul freedom Like performing a ritual, they were beating happily, circling the death knights, like the stars in the night shining.

The eyes of the orc warlord Reed. Blackhand were blurred, even the rude and brutal orcs, who also felt the cheering emotion in this shocking scene, held out his hand and an elf stayed in his palm , Like a frolic, turned around his fingers a few times, and finally gathered in the sea of ​​elves under the dusk.

In the laughter like silver bells, they rushed to the sky high, as if they were truly transformed into stars.

"It's so beautiful!"

Luminas opened her arms, just like she was alive, turning around in a circle surrounded by elves. At this moment, she rarely felt a trace of relaxation...

"Is this the reward of doing good?"

Glokush, the orc death knight, looked at the sea of ​​elves in front of him. He touched his heart and said in a deep voice:

"I feel the restless soul is much calmer."

"They helped us and we gave them freedom, which is fair."

Roglio straightened his body. He looked at the setting sun in the distance. He stretched out his hand and took off the helmet he had never taken off. In the infiltration of death energy, his cheeks had returned to his former appearance. He stretched out his hand and wanted to feel the warmth of the sun, but where he started, it was still cold.

"It's dead..."

The knight shook his head, hugged his helmet under his arm, and stood with the other knights in the evening sunlight, almost greedily experiencing the tranquility of this moment belonging to the soul.

"I should go, but I want to entrust you with something."

The female hunter Kasparin stepped forward. She looked at Tyrion with a hint of gratitude in her eyes. She touched the ghost owl's head resting on her wrist and said to Tyrion:

"Moonclaw has been with me for nearly a thousand years, but unfortunately it is not an elf, and it cannot follow me back to the world tree, so I want to ask you to adopt it."

Tyrion snorted. He tilted his head and looked at the ghost owl. From the blood-red eyes of this undead beast, this guy rarely kept all the memories of his life. Death also made it become More powerful.

"I have no reason to reject this perfect pet..."

Tyraine reached out his hand and tried to touch the ghost owl, but he was pecked at the finger by the raptor, but in the eyes of the female hunter, the psychic owl made an unpleasant cry. Stretching his head and touching the cheek of the female hunter, he was finally afraid of hitting the wings of the death knight with his wings.

"It's not a pet, it's an excellent warrior! Take care of it, Tyrion, goodbye."

The female hunter took a step back and stood in the sun. At the last moment of disappearance, she whispered:

"Be careful, Tyrion, the dangerous watchman has been following you..."

"I know that they are always like this and will not let their prey so easily."

The death knight shrugged. The elf watching the hunter disappeared into the sky. His eyes became cold again. He reached out and touched the head of the ghost owl on his shoulder. He looked at the door behind him and only closed a little. Of runes, he took a step forward.

"Wait! The deceased...you can't just take away the eyes and scepter of Sargeras!"

A crisp voice rang in the darkness behind. This sudden sound caused the death knights to draw out their weapons in unison, but Tyraine raised his left hand and signaled the others not to be nervous.

He looked at the magic projection suspended in the dark behind him, which was not the same as the translucent body of the wraith. This projection was completely composed of magic power, and the person with a little eyesight could not see her face at all.

But Tyrion knew who she was...

"Ms. Aegwynn, your full name has witnessed our battle in the Tomb of Sargeras. I had hoped that you would help, but now it seems that what you care about seems to be the sealed dangerous goods themselves."

There was a trace of regret in the death knight's voice.

"It seems that as the most infamous guardian of Tirisfal, you really lack the emotions humans deserve."

"I have no reason to help you, deceased!"

Master Aegwynn’s magic projection said coldly:

"For the intruders who broke into the tomb of Sargeras without permission, I didn’t launch a magic trap to bury all of you in. You have to thank my kindness... Finally, you think the demons all over the temple are really stupid Can't even find the dead who are rushing around? I've already helped! You stupid dead!"

In this regard, Tyrion was not sure. He looked at the magic projection in front of him, and he asked softly:

"So what do you want to do, Madam Guardian? Say well in advance, I must take away the Eye of Sargeras and the Scepter of Sargeras! They are very useful to me."

Tyrion stopped, and in Aegwynn's silence, he said again:

"I think with your excellent mage, you should be very clear that these things can only leave the true dangers exposed faster! Gul'dan is not the first ambitionist, nor will he be the last! "

"I don't allow it!"

Aegwynn’s magic projection gave a neat rejection. With the waving of her finger, the whole temple began to shake, and a huge force gathered in the depths of the temple, which made the other death knights look slightly changed.

"Let go of Sargeras' eyes and scepter, and you will be able to leave with your own life! I will not warn you the second time!"

"Ah!"

Facing this threat, Tyrion's face became somber. He looked at the magic projection of the guardian in front of him, and he said contemptuously:

"But can you really leave me?"

"Ms. Aegwynn, don't pretend to be a ghost!"

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