Apocalypse is a dangerous weapon, there's no doubt about it.
Whether it's Aegwynn's story or the few words I learned in the game experience, words like "horror", "disaster", and "crazy" are all used to describe this weapon. There are many legends spread in Azeroth.
They all have stories of one kind or another, but the dark legend of Apocalypse is particularly memorable.
Other weapons only take away the enemy's life, but this weapon will not even let go of the soul of the sword wielder...
Tyrion sat behind Karazhan's unique ghost griffin, flying quickly in the dark towards the Burning Plains. The awakened magic sword roared in the scabbard behind him and roared in his soul.
, it is irritable and angry, just like a ignited flame, burning others and itself, without a moment of peace.
The will of the living cannot stand this kind of noise. No matter how firm the will is, the person holding the magic sword will sooner or later be defeated by the noise of the soul. But the dead are different. The will of the dead is always affected by the abyss of hell.
If you don't pay attention to it, you will quickly slip into the abyss of eternal silence. The noise of the magic sword will keep the deceased awake at all times. This is actually a good thing.
But how can I put it, this feeling is like dancing with wolves...
The death knight has such words in his heart. When you can control the lone wolf, it will become your best hunting partner, but once you bleed in front of it, you become weak in front of it, and you cannot satisfy it.
When its appetite grows bigger and bigger, it will turn around and tear your throat to shreds without hesitation, eating you skin and bones together.
Gul'dan's evil soul gave this gluttonous magic sword a feast. It is now in a kind of aftertaste satisfaction, but God knows when it will become hungry again. Tyrion has made up his mind.
At this stage, it is still too dangerous to rely too much on this magic sword.
Only when his soul becomes powerful enough to completely suppress the insatiable appetite of the magic sword will he wield it wantonly.
But in any case, with this sword, he has another weapon that is dangerous enough. He no longer needs to act like a terrorist, waving the Eye of Sargeras and threatening those who do not cooperate with death.
The guy.
"Next, go to the Burning Plains, complete Master Medivh's affairs, and then rush into the Dark Portal... Cooperate? Humph... It's better to die!"
The death knight was thinking about his future plans in the cold wind. Just as he said, he had no intention of staying in Azeroth for too long. The world of Draenor, which was about to be broken, was his real
destination.
There is enough despair there, there are enough wars, and most importantly, war breeds death, and there are enough powers of death buried there to overturn a world, waiting for Tyrion to awaken them.
There are no bronze dragons, no guardians, no behind-the-scenes peeping at all times, and no group of "allies" with ulterior motives. There is enough freedom there! Is there any place more perfect than that world?
No! No more...
"Huh? What's going on!"
When the ghost griffon flew out of the headwind path and was about to reach the edge of the Burning Plains, the death knight's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened. In the anxious air ahead, he felt a strange aura, the kind of smell that permeated the air.
Some kind of suppression, the suppression of the death energy in his body and the suppression of magic power, brought him back to the feeling he had when he was in Quel'Thalas and moving within the boundary of the Guardian of the Realm.
At the moment it flew into the Burning Plains, the ghost griffin carrying the death knight let out a painful cry. Tyrion lowered his head and could see the undead creature composed purely of magic trembling in pain. Its body
The magic power inside is rapidly draining away, as if a pair of invisible hands are squeezing its body and squeezing the magic power out of its body.
"What the hell happened to this place?"
The death knight controlled the ghost griffon to land on the barren land of the Burning Plains, watching the poor ghost creation fly into the sky in panic, trying to escape from this oppressive area, but at the moment it flew into the hazy sky
, the last trace of magic power in its body was squeezed out, and the transparent ghost body made a low sound like a burst balloon, and then completely dissipated into the air.
This made Tyrion's expression become strange and ugly.
He stood on a dark red hill that looked like cooling magma, looking towards the interior of the Burning Plains. In the distance that was filled with the smell of burning and with extremely low visibility, something strange seemed to have happened that was not in his memory.
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At the moment Tyrion arrived at the Burning Plains, on the other side of this desolate wasteland, to the northwest of the Burning Plains, deep in the large mine where the Dark Iron dwarves mined ore, Talon Gorefiend was standing.
On the edge of a super-large weird magic circle, under the completely dug-out ground, the hot, dark red magma escaped in the valley, making the temperature of the altar being built unacceptably high.
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In front of Talon Blood Demon is the main body of the altar, which is a nearly 7-meter-tall stone statue. The carving is very rough, but you can barely see it. It is a hazy image wearing a hood and holding swords in both hands.
This kind of altar is called the Storm Altar, which is one of the ancient rituals passed down by the orc tradition to communicate with the elements.
At this time, the gloomy death knight was holding three rough stones in his hands, and his dark red eyes were shining with some obscure light. It was obvious that he was about to make a major decision.
"Chief, I think this is too risky!"
A death knight standing next to Blood Demon whispered:
"The elemental power of Azeroth and Draenor are not at the same level. We have never been exposed to this level of elemental power in Draenor. The curse code can seal the elements of Draenor, but it may not be able to
The elements and magic that seal this world, under the land we stand on, there is an elemental king hidden, once it is angered... it will be too risky!"
This advice made the human face of Blood Demon even more gloomy, but he also knew that what his subordinates said was right.
Several years ago, before the Horde conquered Stormwind City, they entered the Burning Plains. At that time, Gul'dan's Shadow Council was still in power. Gul'dan sensed powerful elemental activity under the Blackstone Mountain in the Burning Plains. The Warlock
Planning to conquer that elemental creature and use its power to strengthen the warriors of the tribe.
But the warlocks sent by Gul'dan to conquer the elements all died miserably... They provoked someone they couldn't afford to offend, the Lord of Elements in the world of Azeroth, who called himself Ragnaros, the Firelord.
Commanding all the fire elements in the world, its power has exceeded Gul'dan's imagination. The tribe should have suffered heavy casualties when they captured Blackstone Mountain.
However, the Firelord serves a certain mysterious force. What is even more coincidental is that Cho'gall, the chief of the Twilight Hammer clan, also serves that kind of chaotic power. Under Cho'gall's persuasion, and at the same time with the intervention of a higher power,
Next, the angry Fire Demon King finally let go of the dregs of the tribe who dared to peek into its power.
The Fire Demon King also let his enslaved servants live in Blackstone Mountain, hollowed out the entire mountain, and built Blackstone Tower. The Dark Iron Dwarves, who were huge in number and full of hatred for the world of order, gave part of the land to the tribe.
Yu Tunbing.
Gul'dan suffered a defeat, and of course he was unwilling to accept it, but at that time he was busy looking for the location of the Tomb of Sargeras, so he could only accept the peace he was given, and Taron Gor was responsible for this secret deal at the time.
, so Talon Blood Demon knew everything about this history. He knew very well how fragile the peace between the tribe and the Fire Demon King was. If possible, he would not want to come into contact with the violent Elemental Lord at all.
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"But we have no other choice...my brother."
Talon Gorefiend said with a gloomy face: "Orgrim is in Blackstone Mountain, and his spies are all around us. I used the curse code to buy our survival. If we don't continue, I'm afraid we won't survive.
tonight."
"As for the Fire Demon King."
The Blood Demon looked back at the tall peaks looming in the burning air of the Burning Plains, and said softly:
"Chu'gall told me that the Fire Demon King under the Black Stone Tower is just an incarnation of power. Although the elements of this world are powerful, they are all sealed outside the boundaries of the world. They cannot break this seal on their own.
, that is to say, as long as we act quickly enough, before it reacts, we can rely on the curse code to drive it back to its cage!"
The death knight looked at the rough rune stone in his hand unwillingly, gritted his teeth and said:
"Gul'dan said that as long as this thing is fully powerful, it can seal the elements and seal the magic power at the same time. Anyway, let's put Orgrim in the way first. As for what will happen in the future, we will talk about it later."
"But those Dark Iron Dwarves believe in the power of Ragnaros and regard it as a god. Once we expel their gods, they may..."
"No, you are wrong, my brother!"
A sly smile appeared in Talon Gorefiend's eyes. He turned back and patted the death knight on the shoulder, whispering:
"If we can really drive Ragnaros back to his cage, those Dark Iron dwarves won't have time to thank us! Don't you know it yet? Bullshit gods, that's clearly what the Firelord is saying to the dwarves.
Slavery of souls, you see, we are actually liberating them from slavery, which is doing a good deed!”
"Stop talking about this, let's prepare for the ceremony!"
The death knights under Talon Gorefiend were all warlocks. Preparing a complex magic ritual was nothing to them. Soon, the altar for unfolding the curse code was prepared, and Gorefiend walked to
In front of the altar, behind him, the death knights knelt on the ground, watching their leader stretch out his hand and levitate three rough rune stones in the palm of his hand.
He coughed lightly, started to pick up the first stone, and began to recite the incantation of the curse code. When the first syllable was recited, the huge and twisted magic circle under his feet was activated, like a sharp knife
Like a blade, it pierced into the shadow of the earth, began to cut the connection between the earth and the elements, and cut the magic nodes located underground.
However, Talon Bloodfiend and his followers did not realize that when they began to use curse codes to distort the elements and magic of the world, in the shadow outside the altar, a spiritual owl was folding its wings and standing.
In the scorching hot rocks, I watched this twisted ritual.
And through Moon Claw's eyes, Tyrion, who was rushing in this direction, could also see everything that had never happened in history.
Seeing the sky in the northwest of the Burning Plains becoming gloomy and dark, with the terrifying sight of dark red lightning dancing in the air, Moon Claw seemed to be able to hear faint cries, which should be the elements that had been cut off from contact.
Crying, and after the elements are cut, there is magic all over the world, just like the boundary guardian circle in Quel'Thalas. The closer to the altar, the more Tyrion can feel the obscure flow of death energy in his body.
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This is a sign that the magic node covering the world is about to be severed.
"Talon Blood Demon is crazy!"
"Using a cursed code above Ragnaros' lair...does he think he can't die fast enough?"
"boom"
Just as Tyrion was confused, the skeleton horse he was holding up suddenly stopped running. It was not because the undead creature felt fear, but because the dark red earth in front of the death knight was torn apart, and the entire Burning Plains was torn apart.
It was trembling, and wherever Tyrion looked, at the top of the tall Blackstone Mountain, scorching hot magma spewed out from the top of the Blackstone Mountain like a destructive tide.
The flames flying all over the sky dispersed the darkness surrounding this place, and the rolling lava easily covered the suffering land.
In the center of the magma spewing, an oversized illusion of a fire element appeared in the sky. That thing was different from an ordinary fire element. Its body was wrapped around burning magma, and it held a small object in its hand.
The blazing ferocious war hammer.
"Stupid orc! Trying to cut off the great elemental link! You are provoking Ragnaros's power!"
This illusion of the fire element was none other than Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King. As expected, the Blood Demon's arrogant behavior woke him up immediately. He raised the warhammer in his hand high and smashed it towards the Altar of Storms.
The flaming lava flying all over the sky submerged all the mountains around the Storm Altar in an instant.
"Suffer death!"
The scorching flames in front of Tyrion's eyes spread across the sky, and the scorching heat that hit his face made the entire land ablaze. The death knight couldn't help but stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, but the war hammer was about to hit the Altar of Storms.
The moment before, the extremely suppressed roar of the Blood Demon also sounded in the intertwining illusions. Along with his roar, the magic storm formed by the curse code that was nearing its end pierced the Burning Plain like a sharp knife.
underground.
The magic that destroyed the world of Draenor once again showed its power in Azeroth...
"Lord of the Fire Demon! Go back to your prison!"
"boom"
The scorching light between Tyrion's fingers flashed away, and the death knight raised his head. The illusion of the Fire Demon King in the sky had disappeared, and the erupting magma quickly cooled down.
