Chapter 110 13. The Cursed Password

Apocalypse is a dangerous weapon, there's no question about it.

Whether it is the story of Aegwynn or the few words learned in the game experience, words such as "horror", "disaster", and "crazy" are all used to describe this weapon. There are many legends in Azeroth. They all have stories of one kind or another, but the dark legend of Apocalypse is especially memorable.

Other weapons just take away the life of the enemy, but this weapon will not let go of the soul of the sword bearer...

Tyrion sat behind the ghostly griffin unique to Karazhan, flying fast in the dark towards the burning plains, the awakened magic sword roaring in the scabbard behind him, roaring in his soul , it is irritable and angry, just like a ignited flame, burning others and burning itself, without a moment of peace.

The will of the living cannot stand this kind of noise. No matter how strong the will is, a person holding a magic sword will sooner or later be defeated by this noise of the soul, but the dead are different. If you don't pay attention, you will quickly slip into the abyss of eternal silence. The noise of the magic sword will keep the dead awake all the time. This is actually a good thing.

But how to put it, this feeling is like dancing with wolves...

Words floated in the death knight's heart, when you can control the lone wolf, it will be your best hunting partner, but once you bleed in front of it, you become weak in front of it, and when you can't satisfy it When its appetite grows bigger and bigger, it will turn its head and tear your throat apart without hesitation, and eat you up with your bones.

Gul'dan's evil spirit had feasted on the gluttonous sword, and it was now in a kind of savored contentment, but God knows when it would be hungry again, Tyrion had made up his mind, At this stage, it is still too dangerous to rely too much on this magic sword.

Only when his soul has grown strong enough to completely suppress the insatiable appetite of the sword will he wield it recklessly.

But in any case, with this sword, he has another killer weapon that is dangerous enough. He doesn't need to be like a terrorist, wielding the Eye of Sargeras, and threatening those who don't cooperate with death. guy.

"Next, go to the Burning Plains, complete the work of Uncle Medivh, and then rush into the Portal of Darkness...cooperate? Hmph...It's almost like dying!"

The death knight was thinking about his future plans in the cold wind that hit his face. Just like what he said, he didn't plan to stay in Azeroth for too long. The world of Draenor, which was about to be broken, was his real goal. destination.

There was enough despair there, enough war there, and above all, war begets death, and enough death was buried there to overturn a world, waiting to be awakened by Tyrion.

There are no bronze dragons, no guardians, no behind-the-scenes prying hands all the time, no group of "allies" with ulterior motives, there is enough freedom! Is there a more perfect place than that world?

No! there is none left...

"Huh? What's going on!"

When the Ghost Griffin flew out of the Deadwind Path and was about to reach the edge of the Burning Plain, the death knight's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened. Some kind of suppression, the suppression of the death energy in his body, the suppression of the magic power, made him return to Quel'Thalas in a trance, the feeling he had when he was active in the border guardian's enchantment.

And at the moment of flying into the burning plain, the ghost griffin carrying the death knight uttered a painful cry. Tyrion lowered his head and could see the undead creature made of pure magic power trembling in pain. The magic power inside is rapidly draining, as if a pair of invisible hands are squeezing its body, squeezing the magic power out of its body.

"What the hell happened to this place?"

The death knight manipulated the ghost griffin to land on the barren land of the burning plain, watching the poor ghost creature fly into the sky in panic, trying to escape 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 noise like a balloon that exploded, and then completely dissipated in the air.

This made Tyrion's expression weird and ugly.

He stood on a dark red hill that looked like cooling magma, looking towards the interior of the Burning Plain. In the distance where the scorching smell was everywhere and the visibility was extremely low, it seemed that some strange things that were not in his memory had happened. .

The moment Tyrion arrived at the Burning Plains, on the other side of this barren wasteland, in the northwest of the Burning Plains, in the depths of the large mine where the Dark Iron dwarves dug ores, Talon Gorefiend was standing On the edge of a super-large weird magic circle, under the ground that has been completely dug around, the hot, dark red magma escapes in this valley, making the temperature of the altar under construction unacceptably high .

And in front of Talon Gorefiend is the main body of the altar. It is a stone statue nearly 7 meters high. The carving is very rough, but it can barely be seen. It is a hazy image with a hood and holding a sword in both hands. This kind of altar is called the Altar of Storms, and it is one of the ancient rituals passed down from the orc tradition to communicate with the elements.

At this time, the gloomy death knight held three rough stones in his hands, and some kind of obscure light shone in his dark red eyes. Obviously, he was about to make a major decision.

"Boss, I think this is too risky!"

A death knight standing next to Gorefiend whispered:

"The elemental power of Azeroth and Draenor is 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 Sealing the elements and magic power of this world, under the land where we stand, there is an elemental lord hidden, once it is angered... this is too risky!"

This remark made the Gorefiend's human face even more gloomy, but he also knew that his subordinate was right.

As early as several years ago, before the Horde broke through Stormwind City, they entered the Burning Plains. At that time, Gul'dan's Shadow Council was in power. Gul'dan sensed powerful elemental activities under the Blackstone Mountain in the Burning Plains. Warlock Plans to subdue that elemental creature and use its power to strengthen the warriors of the Horde.

But the warlocks that Gul'dan sent to conquer the elements all died miserably... They offended the guy who couldn't be offended, that is the elemental lord of the world of Azeroth, who called himself Ragnaros, the king of fire. Commanding all the fire elements in this world, its strength has exceeded Gul'dan's imagination. The tribe should have suffered heavy casualties when they captured Black Rock Mountain.

However, the Firelord works for a certain mysterious force, and more coincidentally, Cho'gall, the chieftain of the Twilight's Hammer clan, also works for that chaotic power. However, the enraged Balrog finally spared the scum of the Horde who dared to peek at his power.

The Fire Demon King also let his servants who were enslaved by it live in Blackstone Mountain, and hollowed out the entire mountain to build the Blackstone Tower. The huge number of Black Iron Dwarves who hated the world of order allocated part of the land to the tribe. Yu Tunbing.

Gul'dan suffered a defeat, of course he was not reconciled, but at that time he was busy looking for the location of the tomb of Sargeras, so he could only accept the peace that was bestowed on him, and Teron'gor was in charge of this secret transaction at the time. Yes, so Talon Gorefiend is well aware of this period of history. He is very aware of how fragile the peace between the tribe and the Fire Demon King is. .

"But we have no other choice... my brother."

Talon Gorefiend said with a gloomy face: "Orgrim is in Blackstone Mountain, and his eyeliner is all around us. I traded the curse code for our lingering days. If we don't continue, I'm afraid we won't survive. tonight."

"As for the Fire Demon King."

The Gorefiend looked back at the looming tall mountain in the scorching air of the Burning Plain, and said softly:

"Gugall told me that the Fire Demon King under the Blackrock 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, and they cannot break the seal by themselves. , In other words, as long as we act fast enough, before it reacts, we can rely on the curse code to drive it back into its cage!"

The death knight looked at the rough rune stone in his hand with some reluctance, gritted his teeth and said:

"Gul'dan said that as long as the power of this thing is fully activated, it can seal the magic power while sealing the elements. In short, let Orgrim get away with it first. As for what will happen in the future, let's talk about it later."

"But those Dark Iron dwarves, who believe in the power of Ragnaros and worship it as a god, once we expel their gods, they may..."

"No, you are wrong, my brother!"

Talon Gorefiend had a sly smile in his eyes, he turned his head and patted the death knight's shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"If we can really drive Ragnaros back to his cage, it's too late for those Dark Iron dwarves to thank us! Don't you know? Shit gods, it's clearly the Firelord who is fighting against the dwarves Slaves of souls, you see, we're actually freeing them from slavery, and that's doing good!"

"Stop talking about this, let's prepare for the ceremony!"

The death knights under Talon Gorefiend were all warlocks. It was nothing to them to prepare a complicated magic ceremony. Soon, the altar for launching the curse code was ready, and the Gorefiend went to In front of the altar, behind him, the death knights knelt to the ground, watching their leader reach out and suspend three rough runestones in his palm.

He coughed lightly, began to pick up the first stone, and began to recite the incantation of the curse code. When the first syllable was uttered, the huge and twisted magic circle under his feet was activated, like a sharp Like a blade, it pierced into the shadow of this land, began to cut the connection between this land and the elements, and cut the magic nodes located underground.

But Talon Gorefiend and his followers did not realize that when they began to distort the elements and magic power of this world with the curse code, in the shadows outside the altar, a spirit owl was folding its wings and standing In the scorching rocks, watching this twisted ceremony.

And through the eyes of Moon Claw, Tyrion, who was rushing towards this direction, could also see everything that had never happened in history.

Seeing the gloomy and dark sky in the northwest of the Burning Plain, and the terrifying scene of dark red lightning dancing in the air, Moonpaw seems to be able to hear faint cries, which should be the elements that have been cut off. Cry, and after the elements are cut, there is magic power all over the world, just like Quel'Thalas' border guardian circle, the closer to the altar, the more Tyrion can feel the obscurity of the flow of death energy in his body .

This is a sign that the magic nodes covering the world are about to be cut off.

"Talon Gorefiend is crazy!"

"Using the curse code above Ragnaros' lair... Does he think he didn't die fast enough?"

"boom"

Just in Tyrion's doubts, the skeleton horse he propped up suddenly stopped running, not because the undead creature felt fear, but because the dark red earth was torn apart in front of the death knight, and the entire Burning Plain was shattered. Trembling, and as far as Tyrion could see, the top of the tall Black Rock Mountain, scorching magma spewed out from the top of the Black Rock Mountain like a tide of destruction.

The flames flying all over the sky dispelled the darkness that entangled this place, while the pouring magma easily covered this suffering-stricken land.

In the center of the magma gushing, a phantom of an oversized fire elemental appeared in the sky. Take the blazing ferocious warhammer.

"Stupid orc! Trying to cut off the great elemental link! You are provoking the power of Ragnaros!"

The phantom of this fire element is Ragnaros, the king of the fire demon. The arrogant behavior of the blood demon awakened him at the first time. He raised the war hammer in his hand and smashed it towards the position of the storm altar. The flame magma flying all over the sky submerged all the mountains around the Altar of Storms in an instant.

"Die!"

The scorching flames in front of Tyrion's eyes spread all over the sky, and the scorching heat set the whole land on fire. The death knight couldn't help but stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, but just as the war hammer was about to hit the Altar of Storms, A moment ago, the extremely suppressed roar of the Gorefiend also sounded in this entanglement of illusions. Accompanied by his roar, the magic storm formed by the curse code that was nearing its end pierced fiercely into the burning plain like a sharp knife. underground.

The magic that destroyed the world of Draenor has once again shown itself in Azeroth...

"Lord of the Fire Demon! Go back to your cage!"

"boom"

The scorching light between Tyrion's fingers flashed away, the death knight raised his head, the phantom of the Fire Lord in the air had disappeared, and the erupted magma cooled down quickly.

"The lunatic... actually, succeeded?"