Among the eternally silent stars, the great lord Tyrion in his death form is fighting madly against the fallen titan Aggramar on the battlefield of the annihilated star.

Every time his imitated Tesarak sword skill collides with Aggramar's authentic Titan sword skill, the aftermath of its power will be exerted on the surrounding stars and the boundless space. The asteroid cannot withstand the attack of the two bosses.

The aftermath of the power will be easily torn apart, and those planets will also be chopped down like axes, leaving the surface of the entire planet covered with wounds caused by the power.

By this point in the battle, both sides have been unable to hold back. Aggramar marveled at the tenacity of the mortals who were dying in front of them, while the great lord was struggling to hold on.

Every second, every second, he could feel the weakness of the power from the dead world of Azeroth. The world he had reshaped was groaning, and it could no longer provide more energy to the great lord.

The death energy that that world and that plane can provide is not unlimited. If it continues to be extracted, I am afraid that before Aggramar is defeated, the rules of the death world he established will be shaken first.

Moreover, the gap between the two sides does not lie in the power itself. Tyrion has already touched the essence of power. In the level system of the six basic powers, he and Aggramar were both bred based on the rules of a complete world.

The life levels of both sides may be different, but they are not enough to crush each other.

The real problem is as Aggramar said.

He is not pure enough.

Even if he is integrated into death, there is still a slight difference between the Great Lord and the real death. Just like the ice-water mixture at 0°, they are two blended but different existences.

This is not to say that the great lord does not want to become pure, he has already walked on this road of death, and he can no longer turn back.

But he can't help it

He couldn't find a way to become purer. It was like a continuously running data process that encountered a vicious bug caused by a missing module. No matter how many times the process self-checked, it could not get over the gap in front of it because

That's not his own problem at all.

Although the Death World of Azeroth has been unified in terms of rules and ownership, it is very likely that it still has not reached true "completeness".

"it's over!"

Aggramar seemed to feel the helplessness of the troublesome mortal in front of him. On his body covered with pale scars, the fire of annihilation was burning. The scorching flame protected the fallen titan's body as much as possible, but

Even the flames that represent pure destruction and finality are still unable to remove the scars caused by death. The rocks outside the fallen titan's body shatter, and hot blood escapes between movements, just like a real bloody warrior.

Same.

This is probably the most difficult and enjoyable battle that the Fallen Titan has fought in the past ten thousand years.

He was born as a Titan, the most powerful creature in the stars. There are not many beings who can be his opponents. Except for the Lord of the Void who occasionally appears on the battlefield of stars, all other enemies can be defeated with one sword.

Dropped or two swords.

Aggramar is a warrior among the Titans. After always falling, he also longs for a real battle. Today, he got what he wanted. Elune, the heroic spirit of the world of Azeroth, his unknown face.

His sister, and the warrior representing Elune, gave him a real surprise.

But that's all.

As long as it is a war, it will end at that moment.

As the dark red flames surged in the fallen titan's eyes, the Taysalak in his hand neighed, and the deadly Taysalak sword skill was unleashed again, and this time, it was no longer a move of the enemy-breaker, but a move of the enemy-breaker.

It is a more ferocious blow, representing the final beheading of the annihilation of all things.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz"

The moment Aggramar raised his sword, energy vortices like black holes stood out beside Tyrion. Each black hole contained the purest arcane and evil power of the stars.

Like deadly spikes, endless gray-white spikes spurted out from the dense energy vortex along with Aggrama's slashed sword.

In a way that has no blind spots, this final blow is struck into the body of the dead life in front of you.

"Bang"

The high lord waved his claws, and the roaring death spirit blocked those energy spikes out of the body like a giant black snake. The final collision between Apocalypse and Taishalak in his hand, in the regretful eyes of the high lord, was in Apocalypse.

In the final neigh, the weapon that had followed the Great Lord for the longest time, like the Ashbringer, was shattered into pieces under the collision of Taishalak's creation and destruction fire.

"I can only help you so far."

The last remnant of the apocalypse is no longer as unruly as it once was, and no longer as glib as it once was. This is not a good weapon, but it is still a weapon. In such a battle like the creation of the world, weapons are the most glorious.

It ends in such a way that even if it is an apocalypse, you will not feel disappointed.

It has been included in the destiny of weapons

"puff"

In the dance of the broken and annihilated black fragments of the apocalypse, Tyrion's left claw with a ferocious expression struck the cheek of Aggramar, who was stabbing with a sword, tearing apart the Titan's rock face, and the blood moon exploded with a beam of light.

Breaking through Aggramar's skull, the dark war helmet on his head flew into the icy stars.

The flaming giant sword in the hands of the fallen titan also used a piercing method. The V-shaped flaming sword blades at the top were closed, tearing apart the shelter of death and piercing Tyrion's body filled with death.

The endless power attached to this blade of creation, which carried the will of destruction in the last starry era, also exploded in the cold flesh and blood.

Destroying blow!

Flesh and blood annihilation!

Soul stripped!

Wait, wait, countless kinds of destructive spells engraved in Taishalak exploded at this moment. In the slightly painful expression of the great lord, his flesh and blood body strengthened by the seeds of life and the energy of death

, just like a bomb being detonated, first the flesh and blood, then the bones, and finally the soul, were all completely crushed in this final killing, just like the scene of the annihilation of a black hole, in the explosion of the destructive sun that reflected the deathly silence of the stars.

broken.

The high lord roared, and his flesh and bones were still trying to regenerate, but the will of annihilation attached to the Taishalak blade suppressed the power of flesh and blood rebirth, causing the high lord's body to peel off layer by layer and shatter into pieces.

It was like a piece of ice in the endless light of the final turbid current, which was completely melted at this moment.

Outside the planet of Azeroth, Elune looked at this scene in disbelief. The hands of the world spirit were trembling.

Tyrion is dead?

The man who represented death died just like that?

"Forgive me for being late."

A voice sounded in Tyrion's ears, causing his painful and tired soul to open his eyes.

He has been integrated into death, he has become a part of death. As long as the power in these stars is still there, he will not be truly annihilated. But unfortunately, he only has a weak soul, his body, and his weapons left.

, have all been destroyed by Aggramar's last sword.

He didn't die in the traditional sense, but he did fail.

He could no longer prevent Aggramar from destroying Azeroth. He could only watch as a bystander as the world he planned and protected died under the blade of the fallen titan.

Fortunately, the death world can at least leave a backup for the souls in this world, and in Draenor, another world among the stars, these souls may be able to start the evolution of civilization in the second season.

It's just a pity, Elune

He once told the spirit of the world that he would protect her.

But now it seems that he is going to break his promise.

After all, it’s still one step away.

It's just one step away.

"Who are you?"

The soul of the great lord was sitting on the cliff in the wilderness of the dead world, looking at the real world reflected in the distance. He was in no mood to speak at this time, but he had never seen this strange voice in the dead world.

"I should have come a long time ago."

The voice with a hint of exhaustion explained:

"But you pampered Yuna too much, and you never let her explore her potential, so that I was trapped in that little fool's mind until now. But fortunately, it's not too late."

In front of the great lord's eyes, a pair of hands seemed to push away the fog. In his field of vision, an invisible, huge, illusory phantom with an unclear face appeared.

And little Yuna stood next to the ghost, looking at the big lord with a worried look.

The ghost has no face, it doesn't really exist, what appears here is more like a consciousness from the past, just a memory.

"So, who are you?"

The high lord closed his eyes, his soul being pierced by Taishalak. The pain made it difficult for him to concentrate, and before his eyes, a world, and those whose destiny he had shaped, would be ruthlessly destroyed before his eyes.

The great lord struggled to get up. He no longer had any weapons. He looked at the sky, but only saw a burning cloud of smoke, as if it was about to cover the world.

"Every world among the stars has a reflection of death. It is opposite to the present world. Life and death are always a cycle. Once the balance is broken, the world will fall into chaos. This is the meaning of my existence."

The phantom explained slowly:

"And another meaning of my existence is to connect this world with the Sea of ​​Death Stars. You may not understand it, so let me explain it to you."

"The stars, the stars are a vast ocean, an ocean composed of countless drops of water, but these water droplets are not independent of each other, they merge together, and the same is true for death. It is a concept, a power that covers the entire stars

, it exists in every ray of light, in every breath of living beings, in every breath of air, and it pervades the stars like other forces."

"And I, my existence, can make this drop of water in Azeroth merge with the death ocean of the entire stars, just like a node. Do you know why you are not Aggramar's opponent? Is it because you are too weak?

?No! No!!!”

This phantom of the world of death said in a philosopher-like tone:

"You are not weak at all, Tyrion Blade of the Dawn. Your talents amaze the stars."
To be continued...