Before the flame of civilization in the world of Azeroth was fully ignited, in the barbaric era, most of the people who walked the land belonged to the families of the Titan Guardians.

The Iron Veku, the Iron Dwarves, the Earth Spirits, the Mechanical Gnomes, and some of the stone statues were created to maintain the stability and order of the world, and to make the life system of this world flourish, it was a planned time, and all living beings were united under one mission to transform the world.

It was a glorious time...

But the Elder Gods, defeated and sealed away by the Titan Guardians, will not sit idly by and watch their great dark empire collapse, and they are secretly playing small tricks.

They believe that although the Titan Guardians are powerful, the Titans have given them complete free will, which has become their weakness, but it is not wise to directly attack the Titan Guardians, so the Elder Gods have targeted the families of the Titan Guardians.

A strange plague known as the Curse of the Flesh began to spread among the Guardians, a plague that corrupted the will and body of the Iron Dwellers, turning them into flesh creatures that were unacceptable in their time!

So much so that the leader of the Iron Viku, King Imiron, even ordered the killing of newborn, deformed, and mortal children infected with the Flesh Curse, but this cold order was unbearable for many Viku, and they chose to flee, fleeing to all corners of the world with their flesh and blood offspring.

And those flesh-and-blood Viku people, those half-giants who retained the huge physique of their ancestors, spread and developed on the road, degraded little by little over time, and finally became today's humans... Yes, in a sense, humans also belong to the family of guardians, and they have a mission to maintain world order in their blood, but unfortunately, they have forgotten that glory.

Races, including dwarves and gnomes, have been completely forgotten about their sacred duties in the spread of the flesh curse.

But the Flesh Curse is not an absolute bad thing, after the shackles of that mandatory mission are lifted, the flesh and blood life is truly free, and they begin to develop their own civilization, and finally the Eastern Continent has become what it is now.

And the Night Elves of Kalimdor and the High Elves of Quel'Thalas... I'm sorry, they have nothing to do with the Guardians, in a sense, elves and trolls are the real native species of Azeroth, and they are the natural evolution of life in this world, so the civilization of elves and trolls is really very different from the civilization of humans and dwarf dwarves.

But that's not what we're talking about... The focus is on the Veku who have fled to various parts of the world, who have experienced painful degradation for a long time, and after the collapse of the heavens 10,000 years ago, some of the degraded Veku have been imprisoned in a closed environment, which has slowed down their degradation process.

And 2,800 years ago, when the immigrants of the human Arathso Empire crossed the sea and arrived in Kurtiras... I met these Viku people, who live on the island nation and are experiencing natural degradation, and they call them "barbarians", and they have another name... Dreust.

Yes, in the beginning, Droust was not just used to describe the barbarian druid, it was the name of a race, but after the immigrants and barbarians of the Arathso Empire waged a crazy and cruel war for land, especially after the Great Thorn Whisperer Master Alpha took some druids out of the barbarians, Droust was used to describe those degenerates.

They don't have to be druids, but they also have their own warriors or other professions, in short, Dreust, it's a dangerous and forbidden name.

It is said that in the war 2,800 years ago, the general of the Human Empire, Arrom. Vikris leads the mysterious and powerful Order of the Knights of the Ashes to slay the last of Dresser... completely sent this race into the ashes of history,

But they missed a point, the ancient sages punished the evil, but inadvertently let go of the most terrible evil... The dark leader of Dreust, Golek. Tours survived, no one knows how he survived the brutal war, and in the tales that have been circulated by the Knights of the Ashes, each one is clearly stated, Golek. Tur was impaled through the heart by General Arrom's own hands ...

Of course, it's no wonder that the ancient sages always had a lot of tricks hidden in evil.

Golek. Hiding in the realm of decay, Tours has peered over the land that was once ruled by them for thousands of years, and every time he sees the descendants of the invaders living and multiplying on this land, growing stronger and stronger, it makes Golek . Tur felt the nameless anger gnawing at his heart... So he took action.

The Witch Society... This was what he did, and thanks to the efforts of the cunning and deceitful witches, eager to see chaos descend, Drusva's development was led down a path of darkness and ignorance, and in the spread of darkness, the land of superstition was shown to be cursed, and the people lived in fear and trepidation, and every time they saw them push their fellow citizens into the fire in fear, the screams were of great pleasure to Golek.

It's a madman... No doubt.

"The ghosts of the other world will drown you!"

The ancient roar resounded in the land of the Blighted Realm, in Golek. At the call of Thur, the anguished souls of the place howled, and pounced on the sword-wielding Tyrion from all directions, as if to drown him completely.

These souls had lost their minds in a long torment, their faces twisted, their voices screaming madly, and the death energy that spread across the ground as soon as they stepped into the earth around Tyrion evolved into a swamp of light that made it difficult for any soul to step into quicksand.

Pure souls are the most difficult to deal with, ordinary weapons can't hurt them, but this is only for ordinary people, Tyrion with a magic sword only needs one swing, maybe he can slash the souls of these civilians in front of him.

But he didn't.

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

The King of the Dark Blades stuck his blade in the ground, he moved his wrist, black flames dancing on his fingers, and in his heart, he began to call out to another individual of soul symbiosis, the Wagri who now did not know where to travel, the Wagri who belonged only to him.

"Agasha, a group of mad souls are attacking me... How do I do that? ”

Far away in the southernmost part of the continent of Kalimdor, in the center of the Great Desert of Silisus, Agasa, who was enjoying the beautiful scenery, was awakened by Tyrion's voice, and Vargri said with some annoyance:

"Won't you just kill them? Don't tell me you can't do it..."

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

The King of the Dark Blades looked at the souls that were getting closer and closer around him, and he whispered:

"My army and I don't kill civilians, we don't kill women, we don't kill children... You should know. ”

"Does it make sense? Are you already a butcher who has been abused by countless people, and you still care about the blood of innocents on your sword? Does this make you feel bad? You're naïve, my friend! ”

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

"It doesn't make me feel pain, but it makes me very uncomfortable, and if I declare that I am on a more correct path than the living, then I must do it, evil will do whatever it takes, but I won't... I know that I am not evil myself, but have I always been a hypocrite in your heart? ”

The rhetorical question left Agatha unable to answer, and a moment later, a will spread to Tyrion's body along the symbiosis of the souls, along with Agasa's calm voice:

"Look, I'll only do it once!"

As he spoke, the black flames fluttering between Tyrion's fingers danced more and more happily, under the manipulation of Agassa, the flames slowly coalesced together, and finally turned into a floating sphere of light, Tyrion's fingers lifted the ball of light, it was suspended in the air, the fingers of the death knight lightly touched the ball of light, under the power of the soul, the cold halo swept away in all directions at this moment.

In the eyes of the onlookers, it was like thousands of black light arrows suddenly pierced those distorted souls at this moment, but they did not hurt them, in the beating and sweeping of the black flames, those souls roasted by the flames did not scream, on the contrary, they seemed to feel something tender, the distorted look on their faces slowly dissipated, replaced by a touch of calm serenity.

"Thank you... Elf big brother, I saw Mom and Dad, I'm going to accompany them... Good bye! ”

A little girl's soul reached out to Tyrion, and Tyrion also reached out to her, and when the fingertips of the two people touched together, the little girl's illusory figure slowly turned into a point of light and dissipated into this twisted darkness, while the other souls were suspended in the air, they leaned down towards Tyrion who was standing in place, and then disappeared one by one into a sudden burst of light feathers.

And Tyrion stood in this gloomy land, surrounded by pale soul light feathers, like a sculpture.

The cold armor was held on the cold hilt of the sword, and the next moment, in the attack of dark energy that was gathering from all directions, Tyrion's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and those scattered light feathers scattered behind him, like pale arcs of light.

"Wow"

The blade slashed through the air of Korek. Tur, the crown of darkness on his head was cut off by a third, and even his face was covered with a hideous wound, and he roared to gather the power of the entire Realm of Decay to fight against the King of the Dark Blades in front of him, but the rolling power of darkness could not even break through Tyrion's shield.

"The cowardly are afraid, but they wave their butcher's knives at the weaker... Does torturing civilians make you feel incredibly satisfied? ”

"Wow"

The arc of the blade slashed, and Golek. Tur roared and turned to flee, his robes and body pulled out of a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, and the magic sword hummed, and the sword-wielding samurai spread its wings and levitated in the dark sky, staring straight at the fleeing cowards on the ground like a cold Grim Reaper.

His voice sounded like thunder in this dark realm:

"Come, coward! Fight with real fighters! ”

"Boom"

The roaring frostbone dragon descended from the sky, completely sealing the path of Golek's escape in front of him with cold frost, and this former powerful fallen druid had been sane, and he was afraid.

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

Behind him, the dark thunder that had fallen from the sky had fallen beside him, and in the blizzard of cold blades, Tyrion's armor clasped tightly on the shoulders of Galek's massive body, and on the twisted cheeks of the King of the Dark Blades, a flash of true cruelty vanished.

"Poof"

Golek. The shield that Tur had gathered from the power of the entire Blighted Realm was easily pierced, carrying his body and soul with him.

"Come, ugly and cowardly soul..."

"Let's die for real!"

Golek. Tur's body was pierced by the moon-shaped magic sword, stabbed into the sky like a banner of flesh and blood, the filthy blood flowing down his body, and then gathered by Tyrion into a blood arrow, piercing his body again, and in endless pain, Golek heard the frantic whispers of the sword, and he felt the sharp teeth of the sword gnawing at his soul.

Piece by piece, bite by bite, to completely tear his soul apart, devour it, and then endure never-ending pain.

"Ahh You will be... You'll be overwhelmed by it! A rift in the other world... It can't be closed anymore! You guys... You're all going to die! ”

No one could understand Golek's dying roar, and the King of the Blades folded his wings, he hadn't been so angry in a long time...

"Bang"

The shriveled corpse was thrown on a dark ground, and Tyrion glanced at the corpse and whispered:

"The wailing of the defeated dog... It's ugly! ”