In the lonely castle of the Dead Realm, Tyrion sat on a chair by the fireplace, while his wife Aurelia leaned into his arms, and no one who did not open his eyes disturbed the warm scene, and Deathwing, who stood outside the castle, would not let anyone else disturb the High Lord.

The flames in the fireplace danced, sprinkling warm light on the High Lord and the Blood Lord, the flames of the Dead were a little cooler than the current world, but as the rules of this world became more and more complete, these slight differences would soon be compensated, and when the rules of the world were truly perfected, the Dead World would be completely independent of Azeroth and become a real different world.

And every day, the clouds shrouded in the sky of the dead world are scattering, and the stars of the dead world are also shining as in the present world, after Xiao Yuna replaced the dead phantom of the dead world and became the node of the dead world and the death star sea, this world that has been wandering outside the death star sea has finally merged into this special star.

It is the reflection of the stars of the present world, starting from the realm of death, and can enter any world that really exists, as long as there is death in that world... There are more stars in this group than in this world.

"Does she really not want to?"

Tyrion played with his long hair, and in the palm of his other hand floated an earthy yellow glow that shone like a scepter.

This is the authority of the earth, given to the original Nesario by the Titans, so that the Black Dragon King became the guardian of the earth of Azeroth, and at the moment when the Deathwing completely became the Deathwing, the authority of the Titan was also stripped from it by the Great Lord, because the Titan was dead, this authority will not be withdrawn, and it is always active.

In other words, as long as the High Lord finds a shaman with enough potential to communicate with the earth, and stuffs it into his or her body, that shaman can become the second guardian of the earth, provided that he can survive the pain of being torn apart by the power of the earth.

The Great Lord had originally planned to give this treasure to his precious daughter.

But now it seems that Miss Dornan is not willing to accept the gift of her old father.

"Dornan doesn't want it."

Aurelia closed her eyes and buried her head in her husband's chest, her hands wrapped around his slender waist, as if she was going to hold it forever and never let go.

"Dornan said that she didn't want to be trapped in the world of Azeroth forever, she also wanted to travel to the stars, see different worlds and civilizations, and see the scenery among the stars, and she said that since her father could no longer return to this world, then she would take her father's place and explore the stars..."

"This kid is really good at talking..."

The Great Lord smiled, he stroked his wife's pointed ears, and he said:

"I'm a little touched by what I said, but in reality, she's just scared of the pain, right?"

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

A smile also appeared on the face of the Blood Master, and she sighed:

"We are so spoiled by children that we will be afraid of even a little pain, and I don't know if it is a delusion, I always feel that these children have been hiding some things from us in recent times... Yuna, in particular, I haven't seen her in days. ”

"Let them go."

The Great Lord closed his eyes, and in the darkness of his closed eyes, countless golden and pale lines were reflected in his spirit, which was the intersection of the entire stars of death and the stars of the present world, containing an endless entanglement of life and death, like a mess.

He has truly become death, it is the embodiment of the death power of this star, it is difficult to say whether the current Tyrion is considered a real life, but he still retains his consciousness, after solving the last trouble, he will start to deal with the chaos of life and death in front of him, because the crazy slaughter of the Burning Legion has caused a terrible deflection in the cycle of life and death of this star.

If the stars are to continue to exist, the cycle of life and death must be renewed.

It can be seen that at least for thousands of years to come, Tyrion will not have much leisure time.

"Children deserve a happy life... Let's carry the heavy stuff. ”

The High Lord rested his head on his wife's hair, his fingers touching the authority of the earth suspended in front of him, and he said:

"But I've got to find a home for this thing... The Stone Mother Serrazane, the Wind Rider Orakir, and the Firedemon Ragnaros are stubborn elemental lords who have sealed off their elemental planes, and they seem to be preparing to go dark with the Dark Titans. ”

"We need to find a shaman who is responsible, has the big picture, and is capable, not afraid of elemental wars... Wait, I thought of a person who should be able to. ”

On the red land of Durontar, the dark hands dispersed the warm light of the day, and in the alternation of the moon and the sun, another dark night descended on this peaceful land.

The renovation of the orc city of Orgrimmar has been completed, and the original city of brick, wood, and fur has been completely transformed.

The heavy metal was reshaped by the shamans with elemental power and then covered with the original masonry, making the city look as if it was made of black steel, which came from the demon starship that crashed in Durontar, and it took the shamans a long time to find a way to reshape it.

The entire steel-like city buildings have been shaped by shamans with clan-style spikes and patterns, making Orgrimmar City look full of iron and fire, and the city's defense capabilities have been almost raised to the limit.

The Grand Chief has been discussing with the leaders of the Minotaurs and Trolls about the establishment of a large tribe lately, and because of the looming threat of the Empire, the chances of success in this matter are very high, and it is likely that the second superpower of Kalimdor will be established with Orgrimmar as its leader in the foreseeable future.

At this moment of nightfall, the Great Chief Thrall is walking in the city, and a new generation of hedron lamps produced by the Stormwind Kingdom are installed on both sides of the city's roads, just like street lamps, illuminating the city in the dark night, but in the light of the light, Thrall's expression is not relaxed, a few days ago, as the leader of the orc civilization, in the secret chamber of Silisus's heart, he cast a vote to decide the fate of the world.

He chose to fight, like all the other leaders, he can't sit back and wait for the end to come, but it's easy to vote, but it's hard to do things, the World Spirit wants the Civilization Alliance to enter the Argus world, but how to operate in the end, the World Spirit does not intervene in it, which makes the various civilizations divide again, an army wants to win the war, the most important thing is to have a good commander, but the problem is...

A coalition of the whole world, who will be the commander? Who has that qualification?

Sal had a hunch that there was still a lot of noise on this issue.

Another problem that bothers Thrall is that Dranosh's cousin, Brooks, is currently the most senior Overseer of the Orcs. Sarufar's only daughter, Sora. Sarufar, who boldly professed his love yesterday... But Sal, how to say it, he has no plans to find a lover at the moment, or rather, his special experience determines that although he is orc in appearance and orc blood, his aesthetics may be more human.

It's not that he hates Sora, he doesn't hate this female warrior with a distinct personality, but when it comes to feelings and affection, it's really a bit of a distance.

But he can't say no to Sora directly, and this matter is also related to a long-standing doubt in Sal's heart, which is the question of his identity, is he a real orc, or an orc with a human soul?

At least until this doubt in his heart is resolved, it will be difficult for Thrall to really make up his mind to fall in love with a female orc...

These two pieces were wrapped around Sal's heart, making the always wise shaman a little difficult, he was immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't notice the strange mist slowly rising around him, and by the time Sal reacted, he had already walked into a place wrapped in mist.

All around is fog, between the shadows and shadows, it is impossible to see the outside situation clearly, Thrall does not even know that he is still not in the living plane of Azeroth, but as a powerful shaman and former gladiator, Thrall's psychological quality is very good, he backhanded off the hammer of destruction behind his back, wisps of blue lightning beating on this hammer.

Among the current leaders of Azeroth, although Thrall is low-key, his strength is the top handful, especially at the moment when the elemental realm of Azeroth and the present world open, Thrall is a highly talented shaman, he alone can set off a tsunami that floods a city, or a violent thunder and lightning falling from the sky.

He was not afraid of challenges, but the scene in front of him seemed extremely strange.

"Come out! It doesn't matter who you are! ”

Thrall shouted in the mist, he called on the power of the wind to try to blow away the mist, the force of the wind did affect him, but not a single wisp of wind appeared in the mist, as if this place was not of this world at all.

"Sal, stop struggling... Elements won't help you here. ”

A deep voice rang out in the mist, and Thrall jerked his head up to see a strange knight in black heavy armor, wearing a full-covered battle helmet, and carrying a broken heavy sword, slowly emerging from the mist, and beneath the heavy helmet was a pair of calm, dead eyes.

Behind Thrall, a white-haired female swordsman wearing a white battle skirt and a white thorny helmet, wrapped in cold and frost, also carried an ice sword, blocking Thrall's retreat.

On his side, a wandering swordsman with demonic wings on his back, a hideous bone sword on his back, a twisted battle helmet, and a gorgeous, **-meaning red armor leaned against the mist, and from time to time let out bursts of heart-wrenching sneers.

Thrall looked back, and in the face of these three strange swordsmen, he didn't rush into attack, because although the three of them appeared evil, they were not hostile... There really was no hostility, Sal could feel it.

"Who are you? Why bring me here? Where is this? ”

Thrall asked three questions, and the three swordsmen in different forms answered him without reservation.

"We serve the spirit of the Monarch of the Dead... We are the messengers of Lord Tyrion. ”

"Lord Tyrion wants to see you, and he wants to give you a gift and a glorious mission you can't imagine."

"This is the place where this world meets death, where you are going, where the living cannot set foot, where you must shed your flesh and blood, and go as a soul to meet the monarch of death."

Sal breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that it was Tyrion's call, he put down the warhammer, he knew that he could not refuse the call of the Dead Lord, and most importantly, Tyrion's righteous act of saving the world had proved that the existence of the Great Demon King was actually on the side of the world's civilization.

He may not be a friend, but he is not an enemy either.

Thrall carried the hammer behind him, and he nodded to the black heavy helmet warrior in front of him, and said:

"I'll go with you..."

"Well, the right choice."

The swordsman with the broken heavy sword nodded in satisfaction, he turned and walked into the mist, which obediently made way for him, and behind him, escorted by the white female swordsman and the demon swordsman, Thrall's soul broke away from his body and stepped into the mist.

On the way to the Dead Realm, Thrall observes the unimaginable place of the living and asks:

"I've also collected rumors about the High Lord Tyrion, but among those rumors, it seems that there is no existence of you three swordsmen... Who the hell are you? I sense that you don't seem to be ordinary beings. ”

This question caused the red-armored warrior with demonic wings on his back to let out a slightly muffled laugh from the red-armored warrior guarding Thrall's soul, and he replied in a hazy, hoarse voice:

"I'm called Apocalypse."

"This iceberg beauty is called Frost's Sorrow, you can call her "Frost". ”

"The silent cool guy in front of him, his name is Ember Bringer, and he likes to be called "Lord Ash"... Now, do you get the idea? ”

"You guys! You are the three weapons of the High Lord Tyrion... unimaginable. ”

Salton's eyes widened, and the shaman looked at the three swordsmen carefully, and he said:

"I've never heard of any spell that could make a weapon take this form, not even the most top-of-the-line spiritualism... How the hell did he do it? ”

"Isn't it normal that our lords are masters of all souls, that we are weapons but also have souls, and that in the gathering and restoration of pure death, we have gained a free body?"

Iceberg Beauty Frost, that is, Frost Sorrow, lowered her head and looked at Sal with that cold gaze, and she whispered:

"If you continue to be strong, if you go all the way up the soul path and then break through the limits, then eventually, your Hammer of Doom will also have the same form as us... This is the true and final end of the fate of all legendary weapons. ”

At the moment when Frost's voice fell, the swordsman Ash who was walking at the front stopped, he turned sideways to make way for Thrall, and before Thrall's eyes, the fog suddenly dissipated, and a lonely castle appeared.

"Go, Sal."

"Lord Tyrion, I'm waiting for you." Fupin Chinese