Azeroth’s Death Track

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"boom"

The huge and fierce, the demon guard with the dark green evil fire all over the body fell to the ground. Its smelly blood escaped in the surrounding cold water. Glokush carried his black battle axe and looked back. Behind them, the orc bodies resurrected by him are resisting the demons chasing from behind.

And beside him, there was Red Blackhand, who was bathing all over the body, and this was the only orc still alive.

"Go! Can't stay here!"

Glokus rushed into the darkness, and Reed looked around. He gritted his teeth, carrying his blood-red sword, and rushed into the darkness with the unknown death knight.

Red does not know this death knight, but he should thank him.

When Maiev was forced into desperation, it was Glokus, who was driving the dead body, rescued him. He did not know why the death knight did this, but for now, the death knight has good intentions for him, And while staying with him, Reid could feel a touch of familiarity, weird familiarity.

"Black hand, come to me... we have wasted too much time."

Tyrion’s voice sounded in Glokush’s mind, and following this sound, the death knight could feel Tyrion’s position, he stopped running in the dark, and he looked back breathlessly. Reid Blackhands, eventually, he shook his head.

"follow me!"

Glokush changed direction and walked into the fork in front of him. This time, Reid couldn't help but doubt. He reached out and grabbed Glokush's cold arm and asked aloud:

"Why are you saving me? Who are you?"

"I am nobody!"

Glokush broke free from Red's arm without looking back. He said in a deep voice:

"You just bore me when I'm bored, go! There is no time to waste!"

The two orcs traversed the dark palace one after the other. In the collapsed tunnel, there were almost manic demons on patrol. The seal of Aegwynn seemed to have been completely restored. The demons could not get here through the portal, but were The demons trapped in it went crazy, and any moving creature became their hunting target.

This dark temple has completely turned into hell.

"boom"

Glokus kicked the decaying door in front of his eyes and rushed into a large platform. He saw Tyrion standing in the middle of the platform at a glance. The latter was holding an overwatch in an ambiguous posture. , Like a kiss, but the corner of his mouth was still stained with blood, and the body of the watchman was shaking with a strange gesture.

This scene was also seen by Reed Blackhand. When Tyrion's eyes turned, the orc raised his weapon subconsciously, and those blood-red eyes were really terrifying.

"Um...you disturbed my eating, Red. Blackhand!"

Tyrion reached out and wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth. He let go of his hand, the watchman girl with the eyes in his arms fell to the ground, and was held in his arms by Nassa who jumped out of the darkness. A blood servant that has been transformed.

Tyrion’s servants faithfully fulfilled his request and brought him 4 companions. The other watchmen have either been found by Maiev or have died in the hands of the devil. These are the last ones. .

"A blood-sucking monster!"

Reid Blackhand is a typical orc, even in this bad situation, he talked a little bit without the brain, this sentence made Tyrion's eyes narrow into a dangerous arc, and Glokus stepped forward In one step, between Tyrion and Red, he said in a deep voice:

"What about the rest?"

"They are coming soon."

Tyrion's eyes blinked. He no longer looked at Reed Blackhands, but turned his head to look at the tunnel in front. He said softly:

"Gul'dan is there. I'm glad he escaped the demon's pursuit. This is the only way to leave this hell. It's not easy to deal with the naga in the water, so we are waiting for him here!"

On the other side, Ogre Gujar stood in a dark lair. The outer shell of the flesh-and-cocoon in front of him had become dry, turned into a real hard shell, and covered with blood and barbs. It looked abnormal. It’s weird, but inside this flesh-and-blood dome is gestating a new life, which Gujar can easily feel.

"Click"

The black eggshell cracked a gap, and the sound made Gujar's eyes widen. At the next moment, a green arm covered with disgusting mucus protruded from the crack, tearing the eggshell completely.

"Call...Call"

Gul'dan breathed heavily. After accepting Tarongol's body to carry his soul, he hasn't breathed for a long time. Only by losing one thing can you truly appreciate its preciousness. When the air was sucked into the nostrils, Gul'dan felt like a new life.

He sat on the eggshell of flesh and blood. He raised his hands and put it in front of his eyes. He looked over and over. It was indeed fresh flesh and full of power. Even the old wounds corroded by the magic could be removed together. The whole person Pure as if just born.

"This body... this... this is like a miracle!"

Gul'dan's voice also regained his former tone. It was the low voice when he was not contaminated by evil energy. He raised his head and looked at Gujar, who threw his hand over a robe and the ogre shrugged. Shrug:

"Enough surprise? (My brother, it's time to go! Our destiny is not here!)"

"I want to know, Gujar."

Gul'dan waved his fingers. The green flame burned on every inch of his skin, evaporating the mucus. He patted his chest, stood up with satisfaction, and whispered while wearing a robe:

"For our master, can this flesh-and-blood manipulation of flesh and blood be great?"

This question made Gugal stunned, and the ogre magician shook his head:

"No! This is not great! (Blood and flesh is a blessing, Gul'dan, our master once spread this blessing throughout the world, turning the warriors left by the Titans into fragile flesh and blood.) "

"This world is built on the greatness of the master! (The era of civilization was opened by the master himself!)"

This answer did not satisfy Gul'dan. The orc warlock in his robe reached out and took the Sargeras scepter handed over by the ogre. He coughed lightly, and habitually bowed his body and became The old look of the old clock, he shook his head, the whisper in his ear became clearer.

"You really can slap, Gujar, but the master needs not praise, it needs actual action... Let's go, let's realize the master's great desire to transform the world."

The warlock stepped towards the exit of the cave, and behind him, the ogre's three eyes were fixed on him.

Gujar can feel that although Gul'dan was reshaped by the abyss **** with flesh and blood power, he also obediently accepted the belief of the abyss god, but in fact, the orc warlock was not loyal to this belief. , There is no loyalty at all.

This is easy to understand. As a warlock who had served the great demon, he had seen too many great powers. If the **** of the abyss wanted him to obey him completely, then he had to work harder to let Gul Dan saw more miracles worth following.

This is a typical warlock, regardless of good and evil in everything, just talk about harvest! The reality is helpless.

The naga outside the cave blocked the passage, this underground lair is in all directions, and the demon's fighting power in the water is not an opponent of the naga. These mollusks with bright scales all over the body are like real snakes in the water. The speed is very fast, most of them are Naga warriors holding tridents. Occasionally a mage holding a staff appears from the water. They exchange words in ancient elven language from time to time. Those eyes that shine with vicious light will always be in the ancients. Erdan and Gujar swept over.

These two guys are not good stubble, they are not afraid of these underwater killers who have recovered their fighting power, they are advancing in the dark, and the people who follow them have already died outside the Tomb of Sargeras, and According to Gul'dan's calculations, if the speed is not increased, the enchantment left by Aegwynn will soon be restored, and once the tomb is submerged again, everyone will be trapped in it!

Although the Naga must have a way to the outside world, the terror under the deep sea, neither Gujar nor Gul'dan wanted to try it once, they soon came to the entrance of the Tomb of Sargeras.

Gul'dan leaned on the scepter in his hand. He could feel the powerful space power in the scepter of Sargeras, but he did not dare to use it. The legion already knew his betrayal. Once perceived by the dark Titan With his existence, he is absolutely dead.

Warlocks never joke about their lives, so before finding a way to actually use it, Gul'dan just used the artifact as a walking stick.

He strolled up the stairs covered with water stains and wet moss in front of his eyes. In the new body perception, he could clearly feel the change of the magic around him, and a hint of comfort flashed in his dark red eyes.

"As long as we cross this platform, we can..."

Gul'dan's voice was interrupted, his eyes fixed on the figure in the middle of the platform in front of him. The anger in his eyes could hardly be measured by words. With the sound of rubbing, Gugar then climbed up the stairs. He also saw the platform above the stairs. In the direction of the entrance to the tomb of Sargeras, several figures stood or sat, blocking their progress. the way.

"Gul'dan, you are really slow!"

Tyrion was sitting on a broken stone throne who didn’t know where to move from. The cold beam of light from the top of Sargeras hit the throne just in front of his throne, making his dark figure look a little blurry. The only light splits the sides of the stairs, making the surrounding darkness more infiltrating.

He crossed his fingers and put it on his chest. His eyes were on Gul'dan's recovered body in front of him. As he stood up from the throne, the dark wings behind him spread out little by little, and the darkness was deeper. The strength of it turned in the humid air, and the two skulls imprisoned with chains on the abdomen belt looked and stood out.

Behind him, Glokus and Blackhand stood on the left, Serent and Luminas stood on the right, and farther away, the full-body armored Roglio leaned against the wall, his armor covered with The demon's flesh and blood, and the two blood mage straightened their mage hat, the obscure magical fluctuations lighted around the two.

There are also the blood servant watchmen who are hiding in the shadows. Under Tyrion’s will, they have surrounded Gul'dan and Gulgar and can launch deadly attacks at any time.

"Is your body a gift from the new owner?"

Tyrion’s voice is calm and indifferent, like a joke that is not funny:

"Is it because your tail is wagging well? Or is it because your screaming is so sweet?"

"Tirion!"

Gul'dan's left hand was opened, and the irritable evil energy rolled in his hand. His dark red eyes stared at Tyrion in front of him, and he said one by one:

"How dare you appear in front of me? This body is pure and powerful... I will use my fist to break every bone of you! I swear!"

"Um... Gee, the weapon in your hand is good! But do you really dare to use it? Gul'dan, are you sure you want to summon the demon? Here? In this case?"

Tyrion raised his eyes, glanced at the scepter in Gul'dan's hand, and the fel portal that was surging behind him. This reminder shocked Gul'dan, and immediately removed the magic circle that called the demon. The scepter of Sargeras was thrown aside.

His betrayal was already known to Kil'jaeden. Once the demon was summoned, his whereabouts would be exposed immediately. At that time, the demons roaming all over the tomb of Sargeras would instantly rush to tear him Smash.

One escape experience is enough.

"No need to summon demons! (We still have a number advantage!)"

The call of Gujar rang in the dark. At the next moment, hundreds of naga hiding in the water under the stairs rushed up the platform along the stairs under the call of Gugar, shining in the light from above , Those who are wet all over the body, but also stand up to two meters high, covered with conspicuous scales, fins behind them, mollusks holding trident roar, like a beast.

Their snake-like manner of action brought a rustling voice and quickly surrounded Tyrion and his Dark Blade Knights.

In the direct view of hundreds of tiger-eyed eyes, Gul'dan stepped forward, his voice full of cruel joy.

"You ended up making a difference, Tyrion, and I admit, your death knight is impressive, but what about it?"

He stretched out his left hand, and a pure magical force gathered in his palm, illuminating his twisted face:

"Here! This temple full of demons! This will be your hell!"

"You can find the same little smelly debris everywhere..."

Tyrion looked around. He tilted his head and looked at Gul'dan who was winning:

"You found a new friend, it's good... but Gul'dan, I also have a new friend, please allow me to introduce you, my...dead army!"

"Om"

The first glare lights up above the platform, then the second, third, fourth... less than 2 seconds, the sky has been covered with dense, overlapping wraiths When they got up, each of them had a terrible face, red eyes, and an unparalleled hatred for the living. Their eyes were fixed on Gul'dan and his naga.

Thousands of wraiths appeared at the same time, so that the wide platform was covered with a layer of frost visible to the naked eye, and those Naga were panicked. Behind Tyrion, the three lords of the wraiths clenched. With weapons, for those living people who disturb the tranquility of the dead soul, their eyes are full of disgust, even if there is no union with Tyraine, as long as Gul'dan dares to step into the elven cemetery, they will tear these living people apart.

"Come on, enlighten me... Gul'dan!"

Tyrion threw a death grip, grabbed the black Sargeras scepter on the ground in his hand, threw it into his storage ring, and then reached out to take over the war halberd delivered by Serent , Death energy wrapped around the weapon, he aimed the blade at the silent orc warlock, his eyes gloomy like ice.

"The scorched earth of war is covered with scattered corpses. You are about to wipe out the whole army... Who do you think you are?"

"You and I have been entangled long enough, and you think you have the power to surrender to the new owner...you have escaped all this?"

"wishful thinking!"

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