Before the fire of civilization in the world of Azeroth was completely ignited, in the barbaric era, most of the people walking on the land were the dependents of the Titan Guardians.
Iron vrykul, iron dwarves, earth spirits, mechanical gnomes and some stone statues were created to maintain the stable order of this world and make the life system of this world thrive. It was a planned era, and all living things were
United under one mission to transform the world.
It was a glorious era...
But the ancient gods who were defeated and sealed by the Titan Guardians would not just sit back and watch their great dark empire collapse. They secretly played some tricks.
They believe that although the Titan Guardians are powerful, the Titans have given them complete free will, which has become their weakness. However, it is unwise to directly attack the Titan Guardians. Therefore, the ancient gods will point the finger at them.
Aimed at the dependents of the Titan Guardians.
A strange disease called the Curse of Flesh began to spread among the Guardian Familia. This disease would corrode the will and body of the steel residents, turning them into flesh and blood creatures. At that time, this kind of degeneration was impossible.
Accepted!
So much so that the leader of the Iron Vrykul, King Ymiron, even ordered the killing of those newborn, deformed, children infected with the curse of flesh and blood. However, this cold order made many Vrykul unbearable, and they chose to escape and take them with them.
He fled to all corners of the world with his flesh-and-blood offspring.
And those Vrykul who turned into flesh and blood, those half-giants who retained the huge bodies of their ancestors, spread and developed on the road, degraded bit by bit over time, and finally became the human beings we are today... Yes,
In a sense, human beings actually belong to the dependent family of guardians. Their blood has a mission to maintain world order. Unfortunately, they have forgotten that glory.
Races including dwarves, gnomes and other races have completely forgotten their sacred responsibilities as the curse of flesh and blood spreads.
But the curse of flesh and blood is not an absolute bad thing. After the mandatory mission was lifted, the flesh and blood life became truly free. They began to develop their own civilization, and eventually turned the Eastern Continent into what it is today.
Look.
As for the night elves in Kalimdor and the high elves in Quel'Thalas... I'm sorry, they have nothing to do with the Guardians. In a sense, elves and trolls are the real natives of Azeroth.
Species are the natural evolution of life in this world. Therefore, the civilization of elves and trolls is really very different from the civilization of humans and dwarfs.
But this is not what we are talking about...The focus is on those Vrykul who fled to various parts of the world. They experienced painful degradation over a long period of time. After the Earth-shattering 10,000 years ago, some of the degenerating Vrykul
People are imprisoned in a closed environment, which makes their degradation process slower.
And 2800 years ago, when the immigrants from the human Arathor Empire passed through the ocean and arrived in Kul Tiras... they encountered these Vrykul people living on the island country and experiencing natural degradation. They called them
As "barbarians", they also have another name... Drust.
Yes, Drust was not just used to describe the barbarian Druids at the beginning. It was the name of a race, but the immigrants and barbarians in the Arathor Empire started a crazy fight for land.
After the brutal wars, especially after Master Olfa the Great Thornspeaker led some druids away from the barbarians, Drust was used to describe those who fell.
They are not necessarily all druids, they also have their own warriors or other professions. In short, Drust is a dangerous and taboo name.
It is said that in the war 2800 years ago, the general of the Human Empire, Arom Waycrest, led the mysterious and powerful Ash Knights and killed all the last Drust... completely putting this race into ruin.
Into the ashes of history,
But they missed one thing. The ancient sages punished the evil, but inadvertently let go of the most terrifying evil... The dark leader of Drust, Gorak Toul, survived, and no one knows how he did it.
He survived the cruel war, and in the stories circulated by the Knights of Ashes, each one clearly stated that Gorak Tull was pierced through the heart by General Arom himself...
Of course, this is no wonder the ancient sages, after all, evil always has many hidden tricks.
Gorak Toul hid in the Blighted Realm and peered at the land they once ruled for thousands of years. Every time he saw the descendants of the invaders living and multiplying on this land, they became more and more powerful.
All this made Gorak Tuer feel the unknown anger gnawing at his heart... so he took action.
The Witch Coven... This is the action he took. With the efforts of those witches who were cunning and skilled in deception, eager to see the coming of chaos, the development of Drustvar was led onto a dark and ignorant road.
With the spread of dark power, this superstitious land seems to be cursed. The people live in fear and panic, and every time they see them pushing their compatriots into the fire driven by fear, the screams will be heard.
It made Gorak extremely happy.
This is a lunatic... no doubt about it.
"The ghosts from the other world will overwhelm you!"
Ancient roars resounded on the land of the Blighted Realm. Under the call of Gorak Toul, the painful souls imprisoned here howled and rushed towards Tyrion holding the sword from all directions.
It was as if he was being completely submerged.
These souls have lost their minds in long-term torture, their faces are distorted, and they are roaring with crazy voices. When they step into the ground around Tyrion, the death energy spreading on the ground evolves into circles like
The light is like a swamp, and any soul that steps into it is like falling into quicksand, struggling to move.
Pure souls are the most difficult to deal with. Ordinary weapons cannot harm them, but this is only for ordinary people. Tyrion, holding the magic sword, may be able to kill the souls of the civilians in front of him with just one swing.
All.
But he didn't do that.
"Civilians... are civilians after all. They are not soldiers, and they should not be treated as soldiers..."
The King of Dark Blade inserted the magic blade in his hand on the ground. He moved his wrist, and black flames danced on his fingers. In his heart, he began to call for another individual with symbiotic souls, who did not know where he was now.
The traveling Val'kyr, the Val'kyr that belongs only to him.
"Agatha, a group of crazy souls are attacking me...what should I do?"
Far in the southernmost tip of the Kalimdor continent, in the center of the Silithus Desert, Agatha, who was enjoying the beautiful scenery, was awakened by Tyrion's voice. Val'kyr said with some boredom:
"Can't you just kill them? Don't tell me you can't do it..."
"No, I mean, how can we free them from that kind of utter madness."
The Dark Blade King looked at the souls getting closer and closer around him, and he said softly:
"My army and I don't kill civilians, we don't kill women, we don't kill children... you should know that."
"Does this make sense? You are already a butcher who has been reviled by countless people, and you still care about the blood of innocent people being stained on your sword blade? Does this make you feel sad? My friend, you are so naive!
"
Agatha's ridicule made Tyrion shake his head, and he said softly:
"It won't make me feel pain, but it will make me very uncomfortable. If I claim that I am walking on a more correct path than living people, then I have to do it. Evil will do whatever it takes, but I won't...I
You know that I am not evil, so do you mean that I have always been a hypocrite in your heart?"
This rhetorical question left Agatha unable to answer. After a moment, a will spread to Tyrion's body along with the symbiosis of the soul, along with Agatha's calm voice:
"Watch it, I'll only do it once!"
As he spoke, the black flames fluttering between Tyrion's fingers danced more happily. Under Agatha's control, the flames slowly gathered together, and finally turned into a sphere with a floating halo. Tyrion
He lifted the ball of light with his fingers and it was suspended in the air. The death knight's fingers gently touched the ball of light. Under the influence of the power of the soul, the cold halo swept away in all directions at this moment.
In the eyes of Alter who was watching, it was like thousands of black light arrows suddenly pierced those twisted souls at this moment, but did not hurt them. Amidst the beating and sweeping of the black flames, those who were struck by the flames
The roasted souls did not scream. On the contrary, they seemed to feel something gentle. The distorted expressions on their faces slowly dissipated, replaced by a touch of calm serenity.
"Thank you... Brother Elf, I saw my parents, I'm going to accompany them... Goodbye!"
The soul of a little girl stretched out her hand towards Tyrion, and Tyrion also stretched out his hand towards her. When the fingertips of the two people touched together, the illusory figure of the little girl slowly turned into a point of light and dissipated in the
In this twisted darkness, other souls were suspended in the air. They bowed to greet Tyrion who was standing there, and then disappeared one by one in the sudden burst of light feathers.
As for Tyrion, standing in this hazy land, he was surrounded by pale soul light feathers, just like a sculpture.
The cold gauntlet was held on the cold hilt of the sword. The next moment, under the offensive of dark energy shooting from all directions, Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared from the place, and those scattered light feathers were scattered behind him, like
They are pale arcs of light.
"bass"
The sharp blade slashed through Gorak Toul in the air. One-third of the dark crown on his head was cut off, and there was also a ferocious wound on his face. He roared and destroyed the entire Blighted Realm.
All the power was gathered to fight against the Dark Blade King in front of him, but the endless rolling power of darkness could not even break through Tyrion's shield.
"The timid are afraid, but they wield the butcher's knife against the weaker ones...Does torturing civilians give you immense satisfaction?"
"bass"
The arc of the sharp blade flashed across, and Gorak Tuor roared and turned around to flee. A deep wound on his chest and body was pulled out, while the magic sword buzzed, and the sword-wielding warrior spread his wings and floated in the darkness.
In the sky, he stared directly at the fleeing cowards on the ground like the cold god of death.
His voice sounded like muffled thunder in this dark realm:
"Cowards, come! Fight with a real warrior!"
"boom"
The roaring Frost Bone Dragon descended from the sky and completely sealed the escape path in front of Gorak with cold frost. This fallen druid, who was powerful in the past, had been immersed in his mind, and he was afraid.
That kind of black flame made him seem to see the majestic power in the other world, which was the power he had always longed for but could not obtain. For this reason, he did not even dare to turn around and fight back.
And behind him, the dark thunder falling from the sky has fallen beside him. In the blizzard entangled with icy cold blades, Tyrion's gauntlet is firmly clasped on the shoulders of Gorak's huge body, twisting under the influence of the King of Dark Blades.
A touch of real cruelty flashed across his cheeks.
"puff"
The shield assembled by Gorak Tuor, who mobilized the power of the entire Blighted Realm, was easily pierced, taking his body and soul with him.
"Come, ugly and cowardly soul..."
"Come and die for real!"
Gorak Tull's body was pierced by the moon-shaped magic sword and thrust into the sky like a flesh-and-blood flag. The filthy blood flowed down from his body and was gathered into arrows of blood by Tyrion.
Pierced his body again, in the endless pain, Gorak heard the crazy whisper of the sword, and he felt the sharp teeth of the sword gnawing at his soul.
Piece by piece, mouth by mouth, his soul would be completely torn apart, swallowed, and endured endless pain.
"Ah! You will be...you will be overwhelmed by it! The rift in the other world...can no longer be closed! You...you will all die!"
No one could understand Gorak's dying roar. The Dark Blade King folded his wings. He had not been so angry for a long time...
"Bang"
The shriveled corpse was thrown on the dark ground. Tyrion glanced at the corpse and said softly:
"The cry of a defeated dog...it's so unpleasant to hear!"
