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

Whether it's Egwene's story or the few words he learned about in the game, he doesn't use words like "horror", "disaster", and "madness" to describe this weapon, and Azeroth has many legendary weapons and weapons, and they all have stories of one kind or another, but the dark legend of the apocalypse is especially memorable.

Other weapons only take the lives of the enemy, and this weapon will not spare even the soul of the sword-wielder himself...

Tyrion sat behind Karazhan's characteristic ghostly griffin, flying swiftly in the darkness in the direction of the Burning Plains, the awakened magic sword roaring in the scabbard behind his back, roaring in his soul, it was furious, furious, like a lit flame, burning others, burning himself, without a moment of peace.

The will of the living cannot stand this kind of noise, no matter how strong the will is, holding the magic sword, sooner or later will be defeated by this noise of the soul, but the dead are different, the will of the dead is affected by the abyss of hell all the time, and if you don't pay attention, you will quickly slide into the abyss of eternal silence, and the noise of the magic sword will make the dead stay awake at all times, which is actually a good thing.

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

The Death Knight has a saying that when you can harness a lone wolf, it will be your best hunting companion, but once you bleed in front of it, you become weak in front of it, and when you can't satisfy its growing appetite, it will not hesitate to turn its head and tear your throat and eat you all along with the bones.

Gul'dan's evil spirit had feasted the gluttonous sword, and it was now in a state of aftertaste, but God knew when it would become hungry again, and Tyrion had made up his mind that it was still too dangerous to rely too much on it at this stage.

It wasn't until his soul became strong enough to completely suppress the magic sword's insatiable appetite that he wielded it wantonly.

But anyway, with this sword, he has another killer weapon that is dangerous enough that he doesn't need to look like a derrorist anymore. Like a terrorist, waving the Eye of Sargeras, threatening the uncooperative ones with their demise.

"Next, go to the Burning Plains, finish Uncle Medivan's business, and then rush into the Dark Gate... Cooperate? Hum... It's almost the same to die! ”

The Death Knight was thinking about his future in the cold wind that was blowing in his face, and as he said, he didn't plan to stay in Azeroth for too long, and the soon-to-be-shattered world of Draenor was his true destination.

There's enough despair, there's enough war, and most importantly, war breeds death, and there's enough death to turn a world upside down, waiting for Tyrion to wake them up.

There are no bronze dragons, no guardians, no snooping masterminds, no ill-intentioned "allies", there is enough freedom there! Is there anything more perfect than that world?

No! Without...

"Huh? What's going on! ”

As the ghost griffin flew off the upwind trail and was about to reach the edge of the Burning Plains, the Death Knight's slightly closed eyes opened suddenly, and in the scorching air ahead, he felt a strange aura, a kind of suppression in the air, the suppression of the death energy in his body, the suppression of the magic power, which made him suddenly return to Quel'Thalas, the feeling he had when he was active in the Guardian of the Frontier Barrier.

And the moment it flew into the Burning Plains, the ghostly griffin carrying the Death Knight let out a cry of pain, and when Tyrion looked down, he could see the undead creature composed of pure magic trembling in pain, and the magic in its body was rapidly draining, as if there were a pair of invisible hands squeezing its body and squeezing the magic out of its body.

"What the hell is going on in this place?"

The Death Knight manipulated the ghost griffin to land on the barren land of the Burning Plains, watching the poor ghost creature fly into the sky in panic, trying to escape from this oppressive area, but the moment it flew into the gloomy sky, the last trace of magic in its body was squeezed clean, and the transparent ghost body made a low noise like a balloon that exploded, and then completely dissipated into the air.

This made Tyrion's expression strange and ugly.

He stood on a dark red, magma-cooled hill and looked inland into the Burning Plains, where something strange seemed to have happened in the distance that was not in his memory.

At the very moment when Tyrion arrived in the Burning Plains, on the other side of this barren wasteland, northwest of the Burning Plains, in the depths of the great mines where the Black Iron Dwarves were digging ore, Talon. The Bloodfiend was standing on the edge of an oversized, strange circle, beneath the surface that had been completely dug through, and the scorching, dark red magma escaping through the valley made the temperature of the altar under construction unacceptably high.

And in Talon. In front of the Blood Fiend, is the main body of the altar, it is a stone statue nearly 7 meters high, the carving is very rough, but you can barely see, it is a haze image with a hood and a sword in both hands, this kind of altar is called the Storm Altar, which is one of the ancient rituals of communication with the elements handed down from the orc tradition.

At this moment, the Hazy Death Knight held three rough stones in his hands, and his dark red eyes shone with some kind of obscure light, and it was clear that he was about to make a big decision.

"Chief, I think it's too risky!"

One of the Death Knights, standing beside the Blood Fiend, whispered:

"The elemental power of Azeroth and Draenor is not at all on 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 seal the elements and magic of this world, under the earth we are standing, there is an elemental lord hidden, once it is provoked... It's too risky! ”

This made the Bloodfiend's human face even darker, but he also knew that his subordinates were right.

Years ago, before the Horde had conquered Stormwind, they entered the Burning Plains, when Gul'dan was still in power by the Shadow Council, and Gul'dan sensed powerful elemental activity at the foot of the Blackstone Mountains of the Burning Plains, and the Warlock planned to conquer the elemental creature and use its power to strengthen the Horde's warriors.

But the warlocks sent by Gul'dan to conquer the elements died miserably... They provoked the guy they couldn't afford to mess with, it was the Elemental Lord of the world of Azeroth, who called himself Ragnaros, the King of the Fire Demons, and commanded all the fire elementals in this world, and it was already more powerful than Gul'dan could have imagined, and the tribe should have suffered heavy casualties when they captured Blackstone Mountain.

However, the Lord of the Fire Demon works for a mysterious force, and more coincidentally, the chief of the Twilight Hammer clan, Gugar, also works for the power of Chaos, and under the persuasion of Gugar, and with the intervention of a higher power, the angry Fire Demon King finally spares the dregs of the tribe who dare to peep into its power.

The Fire Demon King also allowed his enslaved servants to live in the Black Rock Mountain, and hollowed out the entire mountain, built the Black Stone Tower, and the huge number of Black Iron Dwarves who hated the world of order gave a part of the territory to the tribe for garrisoning.

Gul'dan suffered a defeat, of course, he was unwilling in his heart, but at that time he was busy looking for the location of the tomb of Sargeras, so he could only accept this kind of peace that was granted, and this secret transaction was the responsibility of Tarongor at that time, so Talon. The Blood Demon knew all about this history, and he knew very well how fragile the peace between the tribe and the Firedemon King was, and if he could, he would not be willing to come into contact with the irascible Elemental Lord.

"But we had no other choice... My brother. ”

Tallon. The Blood Fiend said with a gloomy face, "Orgrim is in Blackstone Mountain, we are surrounded by his eyeliner, I traded the curse code for our survival, if we don't continue, I'm afraid we won't survive tonight." ”

"As for the Fire Demon King."

Bloodfiend glanced back at the tall peaks that loomed in the scorched air of the Burning Plains, and he whispered:

"Gugar told me that the Fire Demon King under the Blackstone Tower is just an embodiment of power, and although the elements of this world are powerful, they are all sealed outside the world territory, and they cannot break this seal on their own, that is, as long as we act quickly enough, we can rely on the curse code to drive it back into its cage before it reacts!"

The Death Knight looked at the rough rune stone in his hand with some unwillingness, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Gul'dan said that as long as this thing is fully powerful, it can seal the magic power while sealing the elements, in short, prevaricate Orgrim first, and as for what will happen in the future, let's talk about it later."

"But those Black Iron Dwarves, who believe in the power of Ragnaros and worship it as a god, are afraid that once we banish their gods, they will..."

"No, you're wrong, my brother!"

Tallon. A sly smile crossed the Bloodlord's eyes, and he turned back and patted the Death Knight on the shoulder, whispering:

"If we can really get Ragnaros back into his cage, it's too late for the Black Iron Dwarves to thank us! Isn't it clear to you? Bullshit gods, that's clearly the enslavement of the souls of the dwarves by the Lord of Fire, you see, we're actually freeing them from hard labor, it's doing good! ”

"Let's not talk about that, let's prepare for the ceremony!"

Tallon. The Death Knights under the command of the Blood Demon are all Warlocks, and it is nothing for them to prepare a complex magic ritual, and soon, the altar used to unfold the curse code was prepared, and the Blood Demon walked to the front of the altar, and behind him, the Death Knights knelt on the ground, watching their leader reach out and levitate three rough rune stones in the palm of his hand.

He coughed lightly and began to pick up the first stone, and began to recite the incantation of the curse code, and when the first syllable was pronounced, the large, twisted circle under his feet was activated, like a sharp blade, piercing into the shadows of the earth, beginning to cut the connection between the earth and the elements, and the magic nodes that lay underground.

And Talon. Unaware of the fact that the Blood Demon and his followers were unaware that as they began to twist the elements and magic of the world with the cursed code, in the shadows beyond the altar, an astral owl was standing in the scorching rocks with folded wings and watching the twisted ritual.

And through the eyes of the moon claw, Tyrion, who was hurrying 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, the terrifying sight of dark red lightning dancing in the air, Moonpaw seemed to be able to hear the cry of nothing, it should be the cry of the element that has been cut off, and after the element is cut, it is the magic that spreads all over the world, just like the circle of Guardian of the Frontier in Quel'Thalas, the closer he gets 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 node that envelops the world is about to be cut off.

"Talon. Bloodseeker is crazy! ”

"Above Ragnaros's lair with a cursed code... Did he think he wasn't dying fast enough? ”

"Boom"

In Tyrion's confusion, the skeletal steed he was holding up suddenly stopped running, not because the necromantic creature felt fear, but because the dark red earth in front of the death knight's eyes was torn apart, and the entire burning plain was trembling, and as far as Tyrion's eyes could see, the tall blackstone peak, scorching magma, erupted from the top of the blackstone mountain like a tide of destruction.

Flames flew in the sky to dispel the darkness that entangled the place, and the pouring magma easily covered the long-suffering land.

In the center of the magma eruption, an oversized illusion of a fire elemental appeared in the sky, it was not like a normal fire elemental, its body was like a burning solid magma, and it held a flaming warhammer in its palm.

"Stupid orcs! In a vain attempt to cut off the link of the great elements! You are provoking the power of Ragnaros! ”

The illusion of the fire elemental was none other than Ragnaros, the Lord of the Fire Demons, and the arrogant actions of the Blood Demon woke it up in the first place, and the warhammer in its hand was raised high and smashed towards the location of the Storm Altar, and the flying flame magma flooded the mountains around the Storm Altar in an instant.

"Suffer death!"

The scorching flames in front of Tyrion's eyes spread all over the sky, and the scorching heat that caused the entire land to burn with fire, and the Death Knight couldn't help but reach out and cover his eyes, but just before the warhammer was about to smash into the Storm Altar, the bloodfiend's suppressed roar also sounded in the illusion, and with his roar, the magical storm formed by the cursed code that was nearing the end pierced into the ground of the Burning Plains like a sharp knife.

This destroyed the magic of the world of Draenor, and once again showed its edge in Azeroth...

"The Lord of the Flame Demons! Go back to your cage! ”

"Boom"

The scorching light between Tyryon's fingers flickered, and the Death Knight looked up, the illusion of the Fire Demon King in the air had disappeared, and the erupting magma had quickly cooled.

"That madman... Actually, it worked? ”