Chapter 400 14. The Death of Gorak Tul

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 belonged to the families of the guardians of the titans.

Iron vrykul, iron dwarves, earth spirits, mechanical gnomes, and some stone statues were created to maintain the stability and order of this world and make the life system of this world flourish. It was an era of planning, and all creatures Unite under one mission to transform the world.

It was a glorious time...

But the ancient gods who were defeated and sealed by the titan guardians would not sit back and watch their great dark empire collapse. They played some tricks secretly.

They believe that although the titan guardians are powerful, the titans have given them complete freedom of will, which has become their weakness, but it is unwise to directly attack the titan guardians, so the ancient gods will attack Aimed at the families 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 Iron Residents, turning them into creatures of flesh and blood. At that time, this kind of degeneration was impossible. Accepted!

So much so that the leader of the Iron Vrykul, King Ymiron, even ordered to kill those newborn, deformed children infected with the curse of flesh and blood, but this cruel order made many Vrykul unbearable, and they chose to flee, taking With his flesh and blood offspring fled to every corner of the world.

And those Vrykul who became flesh and blood, those half-giant people who retained the huge physique of their ancestors, spread and developed on the big road, degraded little by little over time, and finally became the human beings of today... Yes, In a sense, human beings actually belong to the family of guardians, and there is a mission in their blood to maintain world order. Unfortunately, they have forgotten that kind of glory.

Races including dwarves, gnomes, etc. have completely forgotten their sacred duties amid the spread of the curse of flesh and blood.

But the curse of flesh and blood is not an absolute bad thing. After the mandatory mission was lifted, the flesh and blood life was truly free. They began to develop their own civilization, and finally turned the Eastern Continent into what it is today. look.

And the night elves in Kalimdor and the high elves in Quel'Thalas... Sorry, they have nothing to do with guardians. In a sense, elves and trolls are the real natives of Azeroth. The species is 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 dwarves.

But that's not what we're talking about... The focus is on those vrykul who fled to various parts of the world. People are imprisoned in a closed environment, which makes their degeneration process slower.

And 2,800 years ago, when the immigrants of the human Arathor Empire arrived at Kul Tiras through the sea...they encountered these Vrykul living on the island country and experiencing natural degradation. They called them "Barbarians", and they have another name... Drust.

Yes, at the very beginning, Drust was not just used to describe barbarian Druids, it was a racial name, but the immigrants and barbarians in the Arathor Empire started a crazy fight for land. Drust was used to describe the fallen after the brutal wars, especially after the Great Thorn Whisperer, Master Alpha, led some druids away from the barbarians.

Not all of them are druids, and they also have their own warriors or other professions. In short, Drust, this is a dangerous and taboo name.

It is said that in the war 2,800 years ago, Arom Waycrest, the general of the human empire, led the mysterious and powerful Ash Knights, beheading the last Drust... completely sending this race to into the ashes of history,

But they missed one thing, the ancient sages punished evil, but inadvertently let go of the most terrible evil... The dark leader of the Drust, Gorak Tul, survived, and no one knows how he Those who survived the cruel war, and in the stories circulated by the Knights of Embers, every one clearly stated that Gorak Tul was pierced in the heart by General Arom...

Of course, it's no wonder the ancient sages, after all, evil always hides many tricks.

Gorak Tul hid in the Blight Realm, peeping at the land that was once ruled by them for thousands of years. Every time he saw the offspring of the invaders living and multiplying on this land, becoming stronger and stronger, All this made Gorak Tul feel the nameless anger gnawing at his heart... so he took action.

The coven... that's what he did, Drustvar's development was led down a dark and ignorant path by the efforts of those cunning and deceitful witches who were eager to see chaos come. As the power of darkness spreads, this superstitious land appears to be cursed. The people live in fear, and every time they see them pushing their compatriots into the fire driven by fear, the screams will be heard. Made Gorak so happy.

It's a lunatic... no doubt about it.

"Ghosts from beyond will overwhelm you!"

The ancient roar resounded on the land of the Blight Realm, and under the call of Gorak Tul, the painful souls imprisoned here howled and rushed towards the sword-wielding Tyrion from all directions. As if to completely submerge him.

These souls have lost their minds in the long-term torment, their faces were distorted, and they roared with crazy voices. When they stepped into the ground around Tyrion, the death energy spreading on the ground evolved into circles like The mire-like light, any soul that steps into it is like falling into quicksand, making it difficult to move forward.

Pure souls are the most difficult to deal with. Ordinary weapons cannot harm them, but this is only for ordinary people. Tyrion, who holds a magic sword, only needs to swing it once, and maybe he can kill the souls of these civilians in front of him. do.

But he didn't do that.

"Civilians... are civilians after all, they are not soldiers and should not be treated as soldiers..."

The Dark Blade King stuck the magic blade in his hand on the ground, he moved his wrist, black flames danced on his fingers, and in his heart, he began to call for another individual with soul symbiosis, who ran to nowhere now The traveling Val'kyr, the Val'kyr that only belongs to him.

"Agatha, a bunch of crazy spirits are attacking me...what should I do?"

Far away at 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 annoyedly:

"Isn't it enough to kill them? Don't tell me you can't do it..."

"No, I mean, how to get them out of that utter madness."

The Dark Blade King looked at the souls getting closer and closer, and said softly:

"Me and my army don't kill civilians, don't kill women, don't kill children...you should know."

"Does it make sense? You are already a butcher who has been reviled by countless people, and you still care about the blood of innocent people on your blade? Does this make you feel sad? My friend, you are so naive! "

Agatha's taunt made Tyrion shake his head, and he said softly:

"It doesn't make me feel pain, but it makes me uncomfortable. If I claim that I am walking the righter path than the living, then I must. Evil will stop at nothing, but I won't...I You know, I am not evil myself, do you mean that I have always been a hypocrite in your heart?"

This rhetorical question made Agatha unable to answer. After a while, a will spread to Tyrion's body along with the symbiosis of the soul, and Agatha's calm voice came together:

"Look, I only do it once!"

While speaking, the black flames dancing between Tyrion's fingers became more and more joyful. Under Agatha's control, the flames slowly gathered together, and finally turned into a sphere with a halo floating. Tyrion He lifted the ball of light with his fingers, and it was suspended in the air. The death knight's fingers touched the ball of light lightly. Under the effect of the power of the soul, a cold halo swept away in all directions at this moment.

In the eyes of Oort, who was on the sidelines, it was as if thousands of black light arrows suddenly pierced those distorted souls at this moment, but did not hurt them. In the beating and sweeping of the black flames, those who were The roasted souls did not scream, on the contrary, they seemed to feel something gentle, and the distorted look on their faces slowly dissipated, replaced by a touch of peace and serenity.

"Thank you...Brother Elf, I saw Mom and Dad, 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 touched together, the illusory figure of the little girl slowly turned into a spot of light and dissipated in the In the twisted darkness, other souls were suspended in the air. They bowed to Tyrion who stood still, and then disappeared one by one in the sudden burst of light plume.

As for Tyrion standing in this hazy place, he was surrounded by pale soul feathers, like a sculpture.

The icy gauntlet was held on the icy hilt, and the next moment, under the attack of dark energy shooting from all directions, Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and those scattered light feathers scattered behind him, like It was a series of pale arcs.

"bass"

The sharp blade cut through Gorak Tul in the air, and one-third of the dark crown on his head was cut off. There was also a hideous wound on his face. He roared and smashed the entire Blighted Realm All the powers were gathered to fight against the dark blade king in front of him, but those tumbling dark powers couldn't even break through Tyrion's shield.

"The timid are afraid, but they wield the butcher's knife against the weaker... Does torturing civilians make you feel extremely satisfied?"

"bass"

The arc of the sharp blade flashed across, and Gorak Tul turned and fled with a roar. His robe and body on his chest were pulled out with a deep bone wound, and the magic sword hummed. The warrior holding the sword spread his wings and floated in the darkness He looked straight at the fleeing cowards on the ground like a cold death.

His voice sounded like thunder in this dark field:

"Cowardly, come! Fight with a real fighter!"

"boom"

The roaring Frost Bone Dragon descended from the sky, completely sealing the escape path before Golek's eyes with cold frost. This fallen druid who was powerful in the past has been ingested, and he is afraid.

That kind of black flame made him seem to see the majestic power of the other world, which he had been longing for but could not get. For this reason, he didn't even dare to turn around and fight back.

And behind him, the dark thunder that fell from the sky had fallen beside him. In the blizzard surrounded by icy blades, Tyrion's gauntlets were clasped tightly on the shoulders of Gorak's huge body, twisted by the dark blade king. A touch of real cruelty flickered on his cheek.

"puff"

Gorak Tul mobilized the power of the entire Blighted Realm, and the shield gathered was easily pierced, along with his body and his soul.

"Come, ugly and cowardly soul..."

"Come and die for real!"

Gorak Tul's body was pierced by the moon-shaped magic sword, and was pierced into the sky like a banner of flesh and blood. The filthy blood flowed from his body and was gathered into a blood arrow by Tyrion. Piercing him again, in agony, Golek heard the frantic whisper of the sword, and felt its teeth gnawing at his soul.

One piece at a time, one mouthful at a time, his soul was to be completely torn apart, devoured, and then endured endless pain.

"Ah! You will be...you will be drowned 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 Darkblade King folded his wings. He hadn't been this angry for a long time...

"boom"

The shriveled corpse was thrown on the dark ground. Tyrion glanced at the corpse and said softly:

"The wail of a defeated dog...is really ugly!"