Azeroth’s Death Track

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"To be frank, a situation like yours is the first time even in all the stories I have heard."

Gul'dan sits in his meditation room, surrounded by active darkness, and the corner of this room is filled with all kinds of creepy decorations, just like the residence of the evil mage in the story, Gul Dan succeeded in using his bad taste to reveal his inner evil.

As a warlock, cruelty and deceit are always the best virtues. If you can add some greed for power, indifference to life, and completely no bottom line behavior and annihilate all human souls, then you are completely Can stand out from the group of warlocks.

And these "advantages" are all in front of Gul'dan, and are outstanding.

Even when talking with Tyrion, he was holding a water glass carved with a special skull, in which the green viscous suspicious liquid rippling, obviously not water or wine, God knows what a disgusting thing. ..

But just looking at the eyes, such Gul'dan is actually acceptable. His dark red eyes are filled with the pursuit of secrets, which is actually the same as a curious magic apprentice.

"Your demon eater physique, your soul that can adapt to this body, and after death, your extreme hunger for blood, and the rapid transformation of blood and death energy in your body...all this, It made me so curious. After knowing the biggest secret in this world, your little secret also gave me a little fun, like... Dessert waiting for a big meal."

Gul'dan's eyes narrowed. He looked at Tyrion standing in the dark. He coughed slightly and put down the glass in his hand. He looked at him:

"Aren't you going to satisfy my curiosity? Tyrion. Blade of Dawn..."

Facing the reinventor of his severed life, Tyrion thought for a moment in the dark, and finally, he said softly:

"I would love to tell you, but the secret comes at a price. Mr. Gul'dan, there is never a free secret. There is no one now, no time at all."

"Ah"

Gul'dan's interlaced fingers turned a little, and a small black soul stone appeared in his palm:

"So, are you bargaining with me?"

"Snapped"

A red flame appeared in Gul'dan's hand, burning the black soul stone. At the moment when the flame licked the soul stone, Tyrion standing in front of him gave a depressive cry, he gritted his teeth and tried to Supporting your dumping body with your hand, sliding your fingers on the table, sweeping everything placed on the table on the ground, making a jingling sound.

The burning pain of his soul made him lean against the icy wall behind him, his fingers buckling on the stone, and even stabbed blood stains.

"who do you think You Are?"

The sacrifice fire in Gul'dan's hands suddenly disappeared. He raised his head, and under his hood, the wrinkled, green, and old face was covered with a vicious smile, and the fangs that broke the left side of his mouth All shook up:

"Do you think you are qualified to bargain with me?"

"Speak, don't let yourself suffer more..."

This is the first time after the resurrection as a death knight, Tyrion suffered the burning pain from the soul. In the darkness, he looked at the soul stone pinched in Gul'dan's hand, his eyes flashed. Flash, after the pain in the soul dissipated, he asked in a deep voice:

"what is this?"

"What else can it be?"

Gul'dan raised the black soul stone in his hand:

"No one knows where the soul will go after the people in your world die, but there will always be some broken pieces left on your corpse, this world is the same, psychic can call back your soul , But this is not complete, death...you have to leave something behind when you step through the door of death, don’t you?"

"And as a warlock, we just need to move your hands and feet quietly on your already-broken soul, like this!"

Gul'dan lifted the soul stone in his hand, and a flame of fire slammed into the black stone, causing Tyrion to send out a repressed cry again, as if proclaiming his majesty, the orc warlock laughed happily:

"You have to obey my orders. Of course, I don't need your loyalty, Tyrion. I only want your obedience. So, do you have to humble your knees? Or do you want to die proudly?"

"Enough! Let go of it, and I will tell you! I will tell you everything!"

Tyrion shouted and Gul'dan nodded in satisfaction. He picked up the glass again and shook the viscous green liquid in the glass:

"Speak, I am listening."

"I am a high elf. I have lived in the very high concentration of magical air in Quel'Thalas for 300 years from birth to now..."

Tyrion rubbed his forehead and stepped forward with some shaking, and said in a hoarse voice:

"But in the generation of my parents, or even the generation of their parents, the powerful magic from the Sunwell is slowly transforming the body and soul of the high elves. During the long 6800 years, the high elves Some kind of body has already undergone some changes, and the environment in Quel'Thalas will be no exception, but once we step out of that environment for too long, we will...will...

Probably because of the pain caused by the flames before, Tyrion’s voice was a little trembling and a little low. He said the key point. The cup and black soul stone in Gul'dan’s hand were placed on the table in front of his body. Shen, Shen Sheng asked:

"What will happen?"

"It will be... like this!"

Tyrion’s face was raised sharply at this moment, his blue eyes shining with blood, his right hand protruded, and the body’s full of death energy rushed out of his palm, between him and Gul'dan The distance is less than 5 meters, and the dark red energy is almost fleeting, hitting Gul'dan's body.

As the strongest warlock in the world, at the moment Tyrion stretched out his hand, Gul'dan's fingers jumped, the demon skin, the magic armor, and the shadow absorption enchantment, and the soul extracted four protective magics. In his own body, this kind of protection is enough to confront the human master mage, not to mention a small death knight.

But to his surprise, the energy of death hitting his chest was not lethal. At the moment of contact with his body, the dark red energy of energy reversed strangely, just like the guidance of the magic "soul absorption" of the warlock. Action, but not the soul... but the body!

Grip of death! The second death knight's logo skill that was "restored" by Tyrion in a short time.

"Uh"

Such an unprecedented attack in the world left Gul'dan unprepared for a moment. By the time he responded, his body had already vacated, and he was caught and rushed towards the grinning Tyrion. Gul'dan's reaction was extremely Quickly, the flick of the hands is the fire of two huge bursts of soul hitting Tyrion's body.

But at the same time, Tyrion's fist, wrapped in death energy, also fell on his cheek.

"Feel the pain you have imposed on me! Miscellaneous!"

"boom"

Gul'dan's body was stepped backwards by this punch, and Tyrion in front of him was hit by the fire of the soul in the fury of the Warlock, and the whole body was wrapped in purple flames Hit the wall behind, and the unparalleled impact caused the entire meditation room to shake violently. A human-shaped depression had appeared in the broken wall.

"puff"

Gul'dan turned his head and spit out a **** saliva, and the broken fang was so conspicuous. When he turned his head, under his torn hood, the frostbite and fist marks on his cheek were Such sarcasm made the vicious chief of the violent clan look embarrassed.

And he always had to stretch his cane and stretch his body. A violent storm of energy circled around his body, madly corroding anything he touched, and his dark red eyes were beating uncovered anger and innocence. .

At this time, Gul'dan still has the old look of the old dragon clock, which is clearly an orc in his prime! The kind of weakness and old age before him are all in disguise!

"boom"

Gul'dan stretched out his hand, and his violent magic beat at his fingertips. He grasped the body of Tyrion embedded in the wall like a cobweb, and pulled him out of it. In the green light, the ranger's twisted body was lifted up. In the air, the bones of his body shattered two-thirds of the impact just now. If it weren't because his body was dead, I'm afraid Tyrion will die again now.

But Rao is so, his soul also becomes weak and bleak in the burning of the soul fire.

"Do you... just want to die?"

Gul'dan stared at Tyrion. The latter's body was stretched to the extreme in the green light hovering in the air. A cold blood flowed down Tyrion's forehead, covering half of his face.

In the face of Gul'dan's question with extreme murderous intentions, Tyrion grinned hard:

"Every orc... still want to enslave my freedom? I have nothing but it... who do you think you are, you never want to take it away from me!"

"Oh, ha ha ha ha!"

Hearing this unwelcome speech, Gul'dan was not more angry. On the contrary, he gave a series of harsh laughs, and with a gaping mouth in his mouth, Guldan said softly:

"Another idiot who thinks death is the end!"

His wrist turned over, and the dark green light of his palm slowly changed into a blazing dark red flame, which illuminated Gul'dan's vicious face. He said softly:

"Soon, soon you will know that the unruly Tyrion... death is not the end, it is just the starting point of your crucifixion! You will also know how tragic the soul falls into the hands of a warlock. one thing!"

Gul'dan's fingers were beating, Tyrion's twisted body fell into the ground little by little, and his soul was pulled out of the body little by little. Obviously, for Tyrion's adventure, Gul'dan no longer intends to leave this uncontrollable death knight.

But at this moment...

"boom"

The door of Gul'dan's meditation room was violently pushed open. This sound suddenly surprised Guldan in his rage, his extended body shrank back suddenly, and turned into the original old dragon clock. At this time, a slightly strange accent sounded behind him:

"Oh, Gul'dan, my friend, no need to be nervous, no one will reveal your little secret..."

"The premise is that you will give me this disobedient little knight..."

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