Azeroth’s Death Track

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Azeroth has a vast world, and there are wide ocean gaps between the three continents. For a long time before the rise of civilization, this gap was equivalent to the world gap that could never be crossed, trapping primitive life in each. In different fields, there is no intersection with each other.

Without the threat of war, all civilizations can thrive in their cradle.

But even in this era, from the north wind tundra to the storm city of the eastern continent, it has to cross the cold sea longitudinally, facing the pirates wandering on the North Sea, dangerous sea creatures, and of course, like gods and moods. The ocean itself.

And for any mortal in this era, this can be called a distant and adventurous journey, but in fact, 90% of the life in this world, in a short life, it is unlikely to have a chance to complete Such a long journey.

Mortals are flawed... they always think that they are the core of civilization, but as everyone knows, the mode of action of mortals has not changed much in thousands of years.

Arthas, determined to sacrifice himself to save, did not know that when his adventure began, even before then, there were certain existences that knew his destiny, and even his ending was clear.

But most of these existences chose to temporarily watch the changes that this mortal would bring, rather than direct reckless interference.

Because in this timeline, the rise of the dark blade has changed too many things. Under their interference, the darkness hidden under the world has been unable to carry out unscrupulous activities.

This is undoubtedly a good thing for the order of the entire world, but as we have said, history will not praise what has not happened, so the rise of the dark blade is still one of the most terrible disasters of this era, so The name of Tyrion. Blade of Dawn is still the greatest fear in the world sky.

At this time, the night of Stormwind City was calm, and against the backdrop of a meniscus, the entire Midnight Garden City area was very quiet.

The high-level knights who originally lived in this city are nowhere to be seen. They are still working on the aftermath of the northern Xinjiang war zone, or they have been sent to the newly established Twilight Federal District as a commander or are about to be established. In the Swamp of Sorrows, after the end of the war era of the Northern Expedition, these dead warriors have more and more complicated things to do.

And a busy job means far more to the dead than the living.

In the mansion in the garden area, Lord Darkblade leaned on the chair, his eyes closed slightly, as if he was resting, sleeping, or falling asleep, like some physiological cycles that fragile mortals need to maintain their existence. , But in fact, the undead does not need to sleep, so he just maintained this posture, trying to relax his consciousness.

On his body, the tumbling energy of death is repairing the dark wounds in the main body of the high collar. A ray of dark light is wrapped around the cold and silent body, making Tyrion look like a piece that will never melt. Ice.

"Om"

Like a visitor knocking on the door, a distant consciousness suddenly used a weak but unabashed way of self-existence to make a trace of waves in the sea of ​​silent souls of Tyrion, as if it had not been seen for a long time. Old friends are saying hello to each other.

"Long time no see, Tyrion."

It was an old voice with undisguised goodwill, but it was not treated more gently.

"Villen..."Old Friends"..."

Tyrion's still calm spirit suddenly rolled up at this moment, like an irritated beast, following the trajectory left by the distant consciousness, smashing it back with viciousness and precision.

"boom"

A burst of consciousness silenced the visitor in the spiritual world for a moment. When his voice sounded again, there was a lot of helplessness in it:

"Please let me finish the conversation?"

Faced with the prophet's complaint, Lord Darkblade said nothing, and after a few seconds, his hoarse haze sounded again:

"You appear in front of me, does it mean that you have finally made up your mind to change the camp and stand on my side? You have to know, Velen, other than that, I have no interest in listening to you old guy Speaking, those clichés will be boring when you think about it."

"Of course not. I came on this trip and I want to discuss with you the pros and cons of the living and the dead. It is not about the positions of the two parties. It is just the identity of the former collaborator... I found something, I I feel it necessary to tell you."

Although the two sides are thousands of miles away, Velen's voice is projected in Tyrion's mind, and he can still mimic his squinting and slowly speaking state, and Velen's words also let A surge of torrents of Tyrion's spiritual level became calm, and it seemed to represent his rational return.

"Speak. I am listening, at least now."

"Just now, Tyrion, I saw the fragments of the future again. It is related to you and your power. In my gaze, the authority of the world about the undead will be thinned...the one waving with you A challenger with the same power has appeared, his goal is the Northrend continent, the dormant power that is the same source as the dark blade is recovering, and the dangerous sword bearer is approaching the magic blade, although I am not sure he is..."

"That's... Alsace Menethil, right?"

Velen's voice was interrupted by Tyrion, and the Lord of the Lord slowly sat up straight from the chair. His slightly closed eyes also opened at this moment, in the ice-blue eyes, a ray of naked eyes could be seen The cold light is shining.

"The person who appears in the future you see, you have seen him, you can recognize him, you are trying to hide something from me, Velen, this is not the attitude that the collaborators should have."

"It's not concealment, it's just that I can't clearly see the cause of this incident. It seems to have appeared suddenly, very abruptly, which is rare in past future clips."

Velen said slowly:

"I can't even judge its true degree, and my instinct tells me that you should know this matter, and then, in your words, is it good for me and my people to deceive you? Do you Still worried that I will join other leaders to ambush you in Northrend?"

"Well...who knows what kind of things you, freaks, will do. Before the war began, there were enough lunatics in the human empire, and now, you see, I killed Lothar, and the situation began. As you intensify, you must understand that the Prophet and many of my suspicions and hostile behaviors are actually due to imperatives."

Tyrion responded while changing the subject stiffly:

"And, when do you intend to return the angry heart you took away from me? Or do you think that such a valuable thing requires me to go to Borean Tundra in person..."Take it?"

"Sorry, but the anger is not with me."

Velen answered very simply:

"Humans who have lost their leaders obviously need that kind of artifact. Under their pleading, I have transferred it to the most wise group of humans. That is one of the artifacts that the draenei inherited from ancient times. I think I There are enough powers and reasons to decide its ownership. That is the possession, Tyrion, such things, but not whoever picks them up."

"I never knew, Velen, you actually have such a sharp face."

Tyrion lost interest in talking. He leaned back in his chair and waved his hand lazily:

"Then stop here, the prophet, the communication between the privates ends here. Next, the two camps should "talk" in another way, but for the sake of this news, I will have more Give you some time, and hope that by that time, you and your people are ready...and, remember, my stuff...not so easy to take!"

"Wait! Tyrion, there is one more thing, we need..."

"Om"

Throwing a word that was enough weight, and not waiting for Veren’s next sentence to finish, the disturbed Lord of the Dark Blade waved his fingers, sweeping like a sword, closing his will and the sea of ​​soul. .

After the mental contact between the two sides was disconnected, Tyrion’s expression became serious. Although it seemed that he didn’t care about what Velen announced, in fact, Alsace’s move to Northrend did. It is beyond his imagination.

Tyrion originally thought that after the world line has been reversed to such an amazing degree, Arthas will no longer repeat the same mistakes, but now it seems that in the corners he did not notice, the Lich King Ner'zhul will still His eyes were on Arthas, and the "fate of evil" between the two men was finally established.

"So, Ner'zhul, my friend, what exactly do you want to do?"

Tyrion walked to the window and looked at the deep night outside the window, associating with the recent rumors about the power of the Northrend continent, the movements of the dwarves, the Vrykul and the dragon, his eyes little by little Squinted:

"Sure enough, you are not as worrying as it looks...well, it's time to go to Northrend."

At the moment when Lord Darkblade made up his mind, a faint energy fluctuation appeared in the dark night of Stormwind City. The direction of the energy explosion made Terion’s face slightly change, and the figure of Lord Lord almost disappeared into the dark night. Here, it's like the same lightning in the night.

"I feel the opening of the world's rift, what is the situation now?"

Tyrion carried the Ashbringer, and he walked into the secret room under the church area, wrapped in the cold night. Wagri Agatha and Soul Healer Annara were standing nervously beside the Soul Coffin, while At the foot of Gerry is a black body that is rapidly evaporating.

It was a dementor that invaded reality, and Tyrion could easily distinguish its twisted joints, its chest torn by war spears, the black blood stained on the ground, and the claws covered with nausea mucus, and that Humanoid, but there are only a few black, hollow, dead world monsters on the face. At this time, it is like a snowman melting quickly in the sun. After a while, only solid bricks are left. Black silhouette.

These monsters that do not belong to this world, even after death, will be quickly swallowed up by the realm of death.

"It's just a soul-dementing dementor. This guy's claws can't even destroy the wood of the soul coffin, but the appearance of this thing means that the situation is deteriorating. Tyrion, the realm of death has found Yuna, they It won't just give up so easily."

Agatha reached out his hand and slowly pushed the heavy soul gathering coffin away. The wood infiltrated by the power of the soul was dark, and in the low sound of the rattling sound, a black psychic force turned into mist, winding At the bottom of the wooden coffin in front of the three people, and between the halo of black halo, a little girl of Draenei about the size of Dornan two years ago was fainting the power of the soul from the escape Get up inside.

Probably because of the reason that she just woke up, the expression on her face looked sullen, but except for the pair of unremarkable eyes, this little ghost was almost no different from other little girls, wearing a draenei-style little The skirt, with croissants, the child's image is still at the moment of his death.

But she is different from other ghosts.

"Yuna?"

Wagri Agatha shouted softly, and the child was awakened from a dazed state. The latter looked back at Agatha blankly. Her body quickly dissipated in the black mist. Obviously, this The little blind girl is trying to escape from this place.

"Yuna! Remember me? I'm Tyrion..."

Tyrion stepped forward and whispered:

"You should remember my voice, you should..."

"friend?"

Yuna's figure disappeared to half, and she heard Tyrion's voice. She shook her head a little hesitantly:

"Really you? My friend Tyrion?"

The little ghost took a step back and waved in the direction of the sound, trying to reach Tyrion in this way. The latter reached out and gently held the cold hand of the little ghost in his palm.

"It's me. I let my two friends rescue you from the dementor. Now you are in my city. It's safe here..."

"It's not safe here, friends! They're watching us. It's not safe here. Those bad things will come to bite us at any time...friend? Are you still here? Come with me, I will take you to a truly safe place, they also See you... they are looking for you too!"

Yuna let out a scream, but was quickly pulled out of the Soul Coffin by Tyrion. Lord Darkblade reached out and patted Yuna’s head. He said softly:

"No! Little Yuna, it's safe here, I promise, come, let's have a good chat, my little friend, about why those dementors should chase you? About your foothold in the shadow world, and "" They are "... I promise, little Yuna, I will protect you."

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