Douluo's full-time soul master

Chapter 172 Interlude: The Realm of the Void

Walk the Twisting Nether, alone.There are no stars, no moon, and no skylight in the void, only torrents of energy can be seen flowing: white, green, yellow, purple, and golden.It's like water, flowing non-stop, gushing from an unknown source, rushing to an unknown end.

Where do the souls of those who die in the Shadowlands go?He doesn't know the answer to this question.He didn't know where he should go, and his soul was wandering in the void alone.He saw the crowd, many people, many familiar people.Standing in the front row is the little lion. Anduin should be his grandson. If Liam... he should have such a grandson now.Greymane's bloodline would definitely be better than that of that old lion, and he would show off to that old lion in private gatherings, making him jealous of having such an excellent offspring.Little lion... Oh, maybe this name is a bit inappropriate.Anduin had grown up a long time ago, like Varian and Ryan, as the lion of Stormwind, leading the alliance.He found the suppressed sadness in the eyes of the lion.Anduin was holding him, his armor-protected fingers digging into his shaggy white hair, huddling over the pierced holes.Standing beside the little lion was the equally young Chief Mulgore. When he saw the tauren stand upright, he paid him respect in his own way.And Lady Windrunner, the leader of the void elves, and her sister, Lady Redhall—the two remaining Windrunner sisters looked at him, and he guessed they were somehow resentful of the others present.Everyone's eyes were on him. When the memory was so far away, this feeling was very useful to him, but now the eyes brought burning heat, and he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly. Breathe in, letting the cool, clammy air from outside brush over your tongue to make yourself feel better.

He threw away everyone and came to the last room alone, a black door became a block between himself and the target.In his life, he has pushed open countless doors, the doors of his parents' houses, the doors of his friends' houses, and the doors of his own house... from churches, conference rooms, and children's rooms. "This will be the last door I push open." At that moment, such a thought emerged in his heart.The soft meat pads on the wolf's paws pressed against the door. He couldn't tell what it felt like. Hatred and anger were like grapes. After ripening, they were sealed in his heart and fermented, turning into a spicy wine that surged in his body. All were enveloped by the choking smell of wine.He has lost many things in his life, such as the land he has always loved, such as his proud son... and all of these are behind this door, all of which are waiting for him behind this door.

He stretched out his hand, the hair on his arm was squeezed slightly by the muscles, and the door slowly opened under his push.He looked up at the center of the hall, yes, she was there.The witch was sitting on the throne in the center, just like the battle in the Undercity, with a disgusting, seemingly confident smile.

He looked into her eyes. The banshee's eyes were cloudy white, without light, unable to move, and more lifeless than the eyes of stone statues.She put down the hand that was holding her rotten face, and sat upright.How shameless she is in the eyes of the world, maybe she also knows that this is the end?The banshee on the throne spoke first. "Are you the only one who came here?" The banshee looked past him and looked at the corridor behind where no one was following, "What a poor old wolf, what are you left with except for your loose teeth and dull claws?" Woolen cloth?."

The sea breeze blew across his face, leaving wet moisture between the crevices of his hair.The cold wind from the ice field blew again, condensing the water vapor into white ice crystals, which were mixed with his hair and beard, making them inseparable.The little lion stood beside him and asked the attendant to pick up the package for him. He waved his hand and refused, telling the little lion that it was unnecessary.Anduin insisted on letting him put it on, "I hope my worries are unnecessary. But this time... Please remember that your daughter and wife are still waiting for you to return, Your Majesty the King."

He grinned, his fangs sticking out, and his lover had once secretly told him that his smile was a little scary, that he looked like a real beast, and it was worrying.But now he doesn't care about this, the person opposite him is not a human being, and he doesn't care whether he is a beast or not.He asked back, "Then what are you left with?"

In the hallowed halls of Valarjar, it was he who emerged from the shadows and took away the lantern that held Ayr in her hands, thus denying her the chance of immortality.Her loyal dog was also killed by his hands. Before dying, the loyal dog sang her name dyingly, and just thinking about it made him feel sick.He'd also seen her berate the creatures she was supposed to be leading as trash, and leave everything behind.These are enough, no matter what she has left, he will always have more.

He bent down and made a charging posture, because the other side stood up after his rhetorical question.The banshee's arrow was on the string, her lifeless eyes were staring at him, and the overflowing energy seemed to be a solid black mist surging around her side.He thought that what he said just now must have hit her sore spot.The banshee was once deprived of everything, and now she has thrown away everything she once had.But he knows that a person with nothing is often more terrifying, and a remnant soldier who has nowhere to retreat on the battlefield can cause much more damage than ordinary soldiers.Who will be the hunter and who will be the prey in this battle?No one moved, both parties were waiting, waiting for the moment when the other party's shipment showed its flaws.

It was impossible to tell whether it was the wolf's sharp claws or the banshee's bow and arrow that came first, that black-purple magical arrow pierced through the air and pierced straight into the gray-white carpet.The white wolf left an afterimage in the hall, "咻" "咻" "咻"—the arrows shot out continuously, passing through the air and finally piercing the floor.The white shadow was extremely ostentatious in the dark hall, yet it was so flexible.The banshee resolutely gave up her bow and arrow, dodging to the side to avoid the wolf's first bite.The sharp edge of the dagger pointed directly at the werewolf's neck, but was blocked by a sharp claw.It was like this again... and it was like this... He remembered the duel at the gate of Orgrimmar, the bow and arrow, the dagger, and then the spell.He has been preparing for this battle for too long, and he has already understood her fighting style.The white wolf rushed at the banshee, plunged headlong into the black mist that hadn't dissipated.He turned around without hesitation, and there was a piercing metallic whine between the sharp claws and the dagger.The banshee took this opportunity to distance herself, picked up her longbow again and shot three more arrows at him.He rushed over, just like in Stormfjord, an arrow hit his shoulder, and the banshee couldn't dodge because she discarded her longbow and replaced it with a dagger, and he tore her waist and abdomen apart.

The arrows on his body were still emitting black air.He snapped off the shaft, leaving only the arrow in his body.The banshee's abdomen was cut into three deep wounds, the gray-purple flesh and blood were turned out, and black pus flowed out instead of blood. If it was a living person with such wounds, she would no longer be able to stand up.The banshee bowed her body, and he could see that the expression on the dead face was completely distorted.She gritted her teeth, the muscles on her cheeks trembled slightly, and the energy around her surged even more violently.She must be furious—he thought, amused, as if he had lifted the mask of a poser with his own hands.The banshee stood still, and the shapely darkness surged behind her like a raging flame.It’s like the scarecrow lit at the gate of the city on Halloween—in Gilneas, the scarecrow was lit by Liam. In the cheers of the people, the heir of the kingdom threw the torch away, and the flame rose into the sky, dispelling the darkness with light and warmth with the cold.Fire is a good thing, how can this banshee be worthy of it?An obscure syllable slipped out of her mouth, and a gray-blue ghost suddenly appeared in the air, surrounded her, and then approached him.This is the caster's protection for himself. He understands that this spell must be quite powerful, and the banshee cannot sing it in its entirety.The wolf's hind paws exerted strength and charged forward again.The grey-blue soul wailed, and the sound was as sharp as claws grinding on glass.He sideways dodged the pounce of the dead soul, and saw that he approached the banshee——

It was that disgusting, seemingly mature smile again.He also read a sarcasm in those stone-like lifeless eyes.

Intuition allows him to act one step ahead of thinking.The white wolf forcibly twisted his body to the side to dodge, and a circle of shadow energy in the direction he was originally heading exploded from the floor in an instant, like a pitch-black beam of light. "Despicable." He cursed secretly in his heart.The banshee missed a blow, but her expression didn't change in any way—she still has a backhand!The white wolf quickly adjusted and moved his position, and the shadow energy continued to erupt behind him.Fifteen yards, ten yards, eight yards... the distance kept getting closer, and when the witch finally came within his attack range, he couldn't help shouting: "It's over!"

"Yes, it's over," she said.

The shadow energy exploded under her feet, and the banshee's long hair fluttered like the heads of hydras under the impact of energy, but she herself stood still in it.It was like being hit by a giant hand, the huge impact lifted him up, and the impact squeezed him so that his whole body hurt.Among them were a few solid shadows, passing through his body like needles, the shadows sealed the wound, leaving several holes in his body, but no blood flowed out.He struggled to twist his body amidst the shock and pain, avoiding these injuries with his head.He felt his hands and feet being pierced, something going through his belly—the energy was so fast, it was like a gust of wind whizzed past and disappeared, leaving holes and pain.The shadow energy dissipated, and the impact slowed down. He was in the air, and there was no follow-up force to push him.For a brief moment in the air, he could see the reliefs on the ceiling, and the fine dust in the gaps - and then he began to fall.His hair billowed upwards, and the wind whistled in his ears.He saw in the corridor outside the door that Anduin and his talents had just arrived.Time seemed to be taken longer, he saw Anduin's momentary shock and exclamation, and the expression on his face was slowly put in his eyes in a very funny way.The grey-blue ghost passed by him, and he heard crying, whimpering, it sounded like when Liam or Tess was very young, the little guy couldn't sleep at night, hugging Come to him crying with a small pillow.

He lit the lamp, picked up the little guy, held him in his arms, and usually patted the child on the back, letting the child sleep between him and his wife. He was so satisfied that the crying stopped, turned into hiccups, and then became a steady cry. breath.He also fell asleep contentedly, hugging his child and his wife.Quietly enjoy this family night, when the sun rises tomorrow, put on the crown, go out of the room, and work for the happiness of the people as the king of Gilneas.Occasionally think about asking Crowley to bring Lorna over next time he is free, so that the three children can play together.The daughter of the Crowley family is as good as her father. He thinks that girl is very suitable to be the next queen of Gilneas, and Crowley, as an old friend, joked that my daughter is so cute even if she is not married for the rest of her life. I also couldn't bear to let her leave my side.Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing again. These thoughts were obviously too ridiculous, after all, he knew that Crowley was not such a person.

He was flying, flying so high, it seemed to be higher than on the airship, if it wasn't for the indoor, he thought he was already in the clouds.He was falling, falling so fast, the wind blew past his ears, and then he was gone.The ground supported him, but it was not gentle.His body bounced a little, then fell down again.There was a hollow whistling in the ear, the wind had no barrier of the mind, passing through one ear and coming out the other.He heard someone calling him, his voice sad.Some of them were calling Jean, some were calling Lord Greymane.One of them sounded like an arrow piercing through the wind. It was Anduin's voice, and he was equally sad and angry. He shouted: "Your Majesty Greymane!"

"It's over." It was the banshee's voice.The banshee's boots passed over his arm, facing all who came here with the arrogance of a victor.

Yeah, it's over.

He pinched the banshee's heart, and the scroll on the paw's heart burst out with golden light.When the Prophet Velen handed over the condensed body of the Holy Light to him, his eyes, which had been washed away by the passage of time, showed a little pride.The banshee wailed distortedly as if she had an entity, and the sound waves rolled up and surged around him and her.He didn't let go, and the sharp claws that pierced the banshee's chest tightened.The heart wrapped in darkness was overwhelmed like a bubble, and it shattered under the light and violence.The banshee finally couldn't maintain her body, and the smoke-like soul escaped from the body, but the light didn't stop there, and the golden chain bound the screaming soul. "I curse you - Greymane -" the banshee wailed, screamed, and the voice faded and disappeared, like a puff of smoke dissipating into the air, leaving nothing behind.

"It's over." He looked at his allies, wanting to return to human form, wanting to smile at them—the real smile of a victor, of Gilneas, of Greymane.It's been a long time since he smiled like that, and he wants to.How invincible and despicable such a trick as a sneak attack is, but he is not a pure fighter either.He is a descendant of the Greymane family, the king of Gilneas, and he should be like this by nature, looking for the best choice for himself and the people, and then implementing it.He does not deny that he has done a lot of wrong things because of this, but at least this last time he thinks that he has done nothing wrong.

Anduin ran over and hugged him, allowing him to stand up.He looked at the little lion approvingly, wanting to tell him that he was "Your Majesty" now.Silence overwhelmed him, it was heavier than the wound, more irresistible sadness choked the air, a silence that no sound could convey.He glimpsed the shadows of the void, the indescribable stars and lights looming.Anduin supported him, the little lion was almost unable to stand upright under the weight of the white wolf's body, but still refused the help of others, and helped him walk on the way back.

"Jin, Ms. Tess and your wife are still waiting for you to go back in Stormwind City."

"The people of Gilneas are still waiting for news of victory."

"The city of Gilneas is still waiting for the return of the king."

He heard the little lion chattering, but he didn't open his mouth.When he realized this, more voices came.The young tauren chieftain spoke his name reverently, and the voices of the two ladies of the Windrunner were a jumble of his and the banshee's.The little lion adjusted his slumped body upwards, and said, "Your Excellency Greymane, it's time for us to go home."

ok, go home.He broke free from the cub's arms and ran forward with big strides. There was no sound of wind, and the light and shadow were stretched into a line.He saw his lover give him a kiss excitedly after seeing him, he saw his dear daughter Tess rush to hug him (the last time Tess did this when she was very young), and he hugged him back. Live with my daughter, and hold her around twice like when I was a child.He saw the people of Gilneas returning to their city, although there were all kinds of complaints, such as dust, supplies, and damage, but everyone was smiling.He heard someone calling to him from the tower of Greymane Manor, and looking up, the lad was waving his own hat, shouting, "Father, come!"

"Liam!" He called his son's name and rushed towards the tower.Little by little, the white wolf's fur turned into fly ash, fur, bones, and internal organs.The remaining shadow energy lost its suppression, like a burst of lava that incinerated everything.The lion cub helped him go forward, while he continued to rush towards the tower.

He runs in the Twisting Nether, alone.There are no stars, no moon, and no skylight in the void. Together with the torrent of energy that flows around like water, it flows from an unknown source and rushes to an unknown end.

(End of this chapter)