Azeroth’s Death Track

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No one can know the future.

Even a real prophet such as Velen who can think twice in the fragments of the future, dare not say that he must have grasped the context of the future, because the future is born based on the present, it is never an established fate.

This is the true meaning of fate, that has an infinitely possible future!

Unfortunately, in Azeroth, the future is fixed... There are a group of creatures that hold the mysterious and powerful power of time. They roam repeatedly in the river of time. They claim to be able to peep into the infinite future, and then from Among the countless futures, the "best" one is found, and it is regarded as the true destiny of the world. Any attempt to change the future will lead to their ruthless strangulation.

This is the bronze dragon, the guardian of time, and their stubbornness in maintaining the "correct" future is difficult for mortals to understand, and even their compatriots cannot understand this cruelty. The bronze dragon's escape from the world is not without reason, they are difficult Make people like it.

The Draenei's Forbidden Destroyer flew through the sky of Draenor and drove from Gorgrond to the distant Shadowmoon Valley. At this speed, the battleship that can fly among the stars takes less than 10 minutes. , It will be able to reach its destination across half of the world, which is still when the energy engine is damaged and only half of the energy is used.

"The draenei's heritage is surprising."

Tyrion stood on the bridge of the battleship, looking at the operation cabin that was completely different from the scientific side spaceship in memory. Those draenei technicians stood in front of a large and carved large crystal, dancing with their fingers. Tap light to operate this armed spaceship, which looks full of magic charm.

The death knight's dry appreciation made the prophet standing next to him narrow his eyes. This is not to say that the prophet was angry because of Tyreon's unsincere appreciation. In fact, it was the other who really worried the prophet. Things.

"Mr. Tyrion, you said that the tragic future I saw about the world will soon appear, right?"

The rosary in the prophet’s hands was spinning repeatedly, and the undisguised heavyness flashed in his eyes:

"It's been almost two years, and I thought it was just a ridiculous future I saw..."

"Drano, this world, should have collapsed as early as 1 year and 6 months."

Tyrion turned his head to look at the passing scenery outside the porthole of the spaceship.

"Mr. Velen, I can only tell you that the future you see is true, but the current development of the world is also true. This is the true meaning of fate...the infinite future that will never be bound."

"Unfortunately, there are always stubborn guys who stubbornly want to bind their destiny. They desperately want to push the changed future back into its own "track", and even pay a world for this. ...Facing such a cold person, we should give her a hard knife from behind!"

The death knight turned back to look at Archmage Khadgar, whose hands and feet were cold, with a hint of play in his eyes:

"Are you saying that? Mr. Khadgar."

The Prophet was not as calm as Tyrion. He recalled the illusion that he saw a few years ago. He suddenly shuddered. In the next clip, he saw the land and sky where Draenor collapsed completely, in the void. The sinking sea, the completely dry and barren world, the crushed territories, and the undisguised peeping of the wicked demons on the edge of the void.

That would be... a disaster of world destruction.

"Can we still catch up with it now?"

The Prophet asked again, the death knight shrugged and said in a hollow voice that was very reassuring:

"Who knows? I've done my best to get ready, but if things don't go well, we can at least see the end of the world with our own eyes... that's a rare sight!"

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On the other side, with the end of the chanting of intricate maneuvers manipulating the staff of Sargeras, in front of the old orc Ner'zhul, the magic circle left by the bronze dragon had already shone with the brightest magic light, in the eyes of Dalaran The immense magic power infused into the dark scepter, the tedious spell was like a code, quietly opened the portal sealed in the devil's staff.

And the magic circle connected to the full power is the magic of the underground of the Dark Temple. That, together with the entire Shadow Moon Valley, and even the magic hub of the entire world continent, the Sagelas scepter emits an unclear purple and black light, that dazzling light Clicking broke a thick space, and opened a door in an unknown world among the stars.

In the dark green vortex of energy circling like a dark door, what is revealed may not be the longed-for freedom.

Standing before this gate, Ner'zhul hesitated again.

Tyrion’s long conversation with him more than a year ago came into his mind again, he still remembers what Tyrion said to him... made another choice, the signal to join the game of destiny .

And the death knight also said...

"It may be very painful, a ten thousand times more painful experience than all **** I can think of."

The old orc suddenly felt a fear, the fear that burst out from the deepest heart, the dark green vortex that was constantly rotating in front of his eyes looked like an open door to hell, representing the most terrible pain he would suffer in the future.

At this moment, when he was truly faced with a painful choice, the old orc regretted that he should have committed suicide long ago, instead of staying on until the present.

But there was still a trace of cowardice in his heart, representing hope that was almost impossible to exist.

Maybe...maybe opposite the door, it is a beautiful world, a free world full of hope...

"boom"

Ner'zhul's hesitation did not last long. The long-dead death knights kicked the door of the cell violently. Luminas rushed into the cell and saw the purple and black lightning beating on the edge. The deep portal, and the indescribable magical power that filled the entire cell, and the hesitant prisoner Ner'zhul standing in front of the portal.

"Close it!"

Luminas shouted, "Neozu, don't be stupid! What the unknown staff means is clearer than anyone else. Now turn it off and you will at least survive!"

"live?"

The death knight's words were like a heavy hammer, which fell **** the hesitant heart of Ner'zhul. He looked at the death knight with sarcasm. He said softly:

"Alive like a dog? Wagging his tail and begging pity at Terion? Little girl, don't look down on me too much!"

Looking at the death knights that surrounded him, Ner'zhul was completely enlightened at this moment.

He thought he had a choice, but maybe he had no choice when he was caught by Tyrion after the defeat a year ago, then the death knight knew he would not commit suicide, as he said, he took advantage of Own cowardice.

The old orc stared at the portal in front of him. He took a deep breath, and he remembered the conversation again. Tyrion said he still had a conscience, did he?

Maybe, but if this is destined to be the tangled fate of the world of Draenor... then come on.

"boom"

The staff of Sargeras was thrown aside, and Ner'zhul's chaotic eyes became clear. He looked at Luminas and he shouted:

"Tell Tirion that I... Ner'zhul, the chieftain of the Horde, I have joined his game!"

"Let him not forget everything he promised me... I will, I will watch with my own eyes!"

"Om"

Among the thousands of thunderbolts swaying from the portal, the rickety old orc gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and stepped into the portal that had lost its stability. At the moment he disappeared, the black Sagra The Staff of Si lost control, and the violent magic exploded at this moment.

"boom"

Underneath the entire dark temple, the enchanted magic power of the entire Shadowmoon Valley is like finding a vent, continuously rushing into the still-working magic circle, disappearing in the purple and black lightning in the figure of Ner'zhul At that moment, the portal, which was still running smoothly, expanded rapidly, and almost instantaneously, the dark prison cage was completely wrapped in it.

"Wow"

Like the dark storm, the swelled portal formed a black hole-like singularity in the inner layer of the temple, and engulfed everything around it. The lower-level death knights who were too late to respond were blown down by the magic storm. Their hands Grabbed on the ground, even plowed a dent on the ground, but still can't get rid of the ending swallowed by the out-of-control black hole in space.

At the moment of the disaster, Luminas pulled her leg and rushed out of the cell, but the magic storm that broke out behind her still rolled her body up.

"Bang"

The black rune sword pierced the ground like two handles. The death knight sister clutched the hilt, her body had been dragged into the air by the increasingly expanding space storm behind her.

Every minute and every second, the space storm is inflating, and along with the increasing attraction, Luminas' arms are making an overwhelming click.

"boom"

The two long swords that penetrated the hard ground collapsed along with the ground. Luminas's body swayed in the air and fell into a dark storm behind her. The light in her red eyes jumped violently. She was unwilling. It was so dead that she had just recovered what was really important.

"Do not"

And at this moment, the blood mage returned from Auchindun rushed into the center of the dark temple. He was extremely embarrassed. The use of teleportation against the magic storm was not a pleasant experience, but fortunately, it might be In the disaster that erupted in the past year and a half, the Dark Blade Knights have made every effort to prepare for it.

"Snapped"

The dark runes are activated, as if a certain sleepy switch has been turned on. At the next moment, the runes that are all over the outer and inner layers of the dark temple are like a power grid with electricity, and the obscure magic power is in an instant. All over the shrine that has begun to collapse, this magical dance, like a sharp knife, forcibly cut off the magical operation inside the black **** shrine.

Forbidden!

As a high-level mage born and raised in Quel'Thalas, Sevenn was very admired by the ancestors' magical skills, and the Bentirenoir enchantment around the whole Quel'Thalas was very worshipped, and at the beginning they evacuated At the time of Quel'Thalas, at the request of Tyrion, he made a special trip to print all the runes of the exposed rune stone.

Now, this large-scale rune of forbidden enchantment comes in handy!

"boom"

Panicked Luminas walked through the portal where the magic power was cut. During the cutting of the chaotic space, her body armor was shattered and shattered, cold blood was scattered, and finally her body fell on In the broken ruins on the edge of the cell, she crawled out of the ruins dizzy, looked around, and then gritted her teeth, dragging her seriously injured body, and left here as quickly as possible.

Obviously, it is not safe here!

And with the huge magic power from the underground of the Dark Temple being cut off, the magic power of nowhere to vent madly gathered under the entire temple, just the moment the Draenei forbidden ship appeared above Shadowmoon Valley, in Terry In the gaze of Ang, Velen and Khadgar, an earth-shattering loud noise burst into the underground of Shadowmoon Valley.

In their field of vision, this earth filled with green evil energy, which is already incurable...crashed.

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"Om"

After an almost unbearable terrible experience of turning around, Ner'zhul's old body was thrown on a scorched earth, and he climbed up hard. Behind him, the portal that had lost its magic supply quietly extinguished. Too.

That was his only way back home, and now that road has been cut off.

Ner'zhul struggling to stand up, he looked up, and all he saw was a dark green scene, which should have been a complete world, but at this time, the sky of the world was already covered with dark green light, every Burning meteors descend from the sky every minute, and the earth in front of him is covered with dark green evil magma, the earth is cracked, and there are erupting volcanoes everywhere.

Just like Shadow Moon Valley in his memory, no, it is worse than Shadow Moon Valley, at least Shadow Moon Valley will not have such a huge demon...

Yes demon.

Everywhere, gruesome, cunning, ugly, stupid, brutal, crazy... demons! Densely dense, he could not see the side at a glance, and the hot scorching wind blew across Ner'zhul's cheek, even igniting his hair, and the old orc swallowed hard.

In front of him, on the throne of skulls lifted by the demons, a back with wings, black bone spurs all over the body, dark red skin like flames, curved legs like the draenei, and long tail The big devil is looking at him with a cruel gaze.

It's like looking at... a new toy.

"After you make a choice, you will know who our real enemy is... I hope that by that time, don’t scare your pants."

Tyrion’s former voice was ringing in Ner'zhul’s heart, and the old orc couldn’t help but tremble. He looked at the unmatched great demon, who once bewitched the “benefactor” Kiel who drank the demon’s blood. Gadan, with his legs softened, fell to the hot ground of Argus.

He finally saw...

Tyrion’s real enemy...

demon! Burning Legion!

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