Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 1019 23. Complete -- Add more for the Liquan brothers [822]

In the depths of the Dead Sea in Hell's Abyss, on the murky, cold, wet rocks, Tyrion disconnected from Bwonsamdi, the wretched old troll's sinister laughter still ringing in his ears.

And in front of his eyes, in the ever-changing black Dead Sea, Hela, who is like a behemoth of the abyss, is moving her crow-like wings behind her back, her blue face is gloomy, and she is saying her request to the great lord , The two of them are still negotiating.

Leave my world with your army, Tyrion!

The light of loathing and hatred shone in Hela's pale eyes, and she said in her sharp voice:

From the very beginning, we have been inseparable from each other! You and I are not enemies!

Well... you just said, what are we not?

When the great lord heard this, he immediately showed a puzzled expression. He looked at Hela in front of him as if he was looking at a stranger, and asked:

If I remember correctly, you first sent Agatha to threaten me, let me join your camp and become cannon fodder in the war between you and Odin. Of course, I was still weak at that time, and you made such a useless Li's judgment is understandable, and I don't blame you.

But what did you and Bwonsamdi do to me after I worked so hard to kill Archimonde?

Tyrion stretched out a finger and pointed to his forehead:

You are trying to snatch my spoils, and you are trying to kill me, Hela... Doesn't this kind of behavior count as hostility in your eyes?

That was just an accident.

Hela snorted. The giant siren lady moved her tentacles and rolled up waves of the Dead Sea. She folded her arms and looked at Tyrion in front of her. She said sharply:

That's my fault, but you contacted and captured my 11 shadow Val'kyr, and I didn't bother you, did I? I thought there was a tacit understanding between us.

Except for Agatha, the remaining 10 are all self-inflicted!

Tyrion's tone became unfriendly, the great lord moved his fingers, and he said in a deep voice:

You sent Anhelder to try to collude with the Lich King and put me to death... If I hadn't prepared in advance, maybe I would already be a dead soul, come on, Hela, don't talk about these meaningless things Already!

Keng

The black Ashbringer jumped into the hands of the High Lord, and then touched the surface of the black reef. Amid the sparks, Tyrion's voice became gloomy:

My legion has completely suppressed your army! Your rabble is blocked by my warriors at the edge of this world! Your two pets are about to die! And you yourself are no match for me! Admit it, you lost, Hela! You are already powerless to turn the tables!

You have to face up to the situation you are facing now...and then make a wise judgment!

There was a gleam in Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, and he said:

Bwonsamdi and I made a small deal, he still retains the authority of the troll god of death, and I will not interfere in his affairs, Hella, hand over your crown, and I will do the same Treat you favorably!

You will become the god of death for all vrykul and human subspecies, you will continue to have the abyss of hell, you can continue to fight against Odin, and even I will help you complete your revenge...

Oh, that sounds great!

Before Tyrion finished speaking, he was interrupted by Hela's grotesque scream. The Hell banshee spread her hands like a funny clown. She squeezed her throat and shouted:

Then, my lord, what should I do in order to gain your favor? Maybe I should lay down my arms and ask for your forgiveness... so that after losing everything, I can still get the two A bone, maybe I need to beg for mercy from you.

No, you don't need to!

The great lord held a black epee in both hands, and he said solemnly and seriously:

You just need to bow your head in front of me, acknowledge my right to rule the abyss of Hell, let the three hells merge into one, stop intervening in the reincarnation of souls, and rebalance life and death in this world, that's all!

That's all?

The great lord's frank speech made Hela irritated. This queen of hell has never been known for her wisdom and calmness. Her violent heartbeat made the whole dead sea that had just calmed down become chaotic and turbulent again. In the tumbling and roaring of the black sea water, the god of death in Hell shouted loudly:

You want to take everything from me! You want to take everything from me! How can you say such shameless words frankly!

crash

In the vortex and storm of the Dead Sea, which has become extremely violent, and between the dripping acid rain, Hela's thirteen tentacles, like thirteen black and blue spears, tore apart in her fury. The cracked icy ocean, mixed with endless waves, ruthlessly smashed towards the great lord standing on the reef.

I am reborn from the abyss of betrayal and twisted pain, and I want to take revenge on the evil god at the end of the sky! Don't try to stop this!

I am Death! I am the end of all things! You gloomy monster, don't you...stop me!

Facing the thirteen ferocious tentacles of flesh and blood whizzing towards him, and facing the crazy and furious Hela, Tyrion shook his head in disappointment. The tentacles of death stretched out their fingers, and he said:

You're just an incompetent person who can't even take revenge... Hela.

Just like you can't stop Odin from twisting you... how can you stop me from hurting you?

Tyrion's finger was like a flag in the rain, bending slightly downward at this moment, and this was like a signal, just before Hela's attack touched Tyrion, on the other side of the abyss of hell , in the valley of the Hill of Pain that hides endless ghosts, those pale seeds thrown into the soul spring by Bwonsamdi, those small things like white gems lying quietly in the cold soul pool, This moment is awakened.

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With a faint sound, the shells covering those pale seeds were crushed by a strange force, like white fluff flowing in the black pool water, and far under the tree of reincarnation in the dark blade city of the dead world, death Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, the gardener wearing a black robe and leaning on a cane, stood under the towering pale giant tree.

He felt the call of the great lord, and he raised his hand. Under the control of the archdruid, the tree of reincarnation that belonged to the rules of the dead world manifested. This pale, giant tree emitting endless fluorescence projected its power onto the of those distant seeds.

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Like a fish jumping out of the water, the seeds that break out of their shells grow rapidly, rooting their white roots in the purest earth and flowing water of Hell, like connecting nodes one by one, using themselves as The regular beacons extend the power of the dead world to this strange land. However, this land with different rules does not welcome them.

boom

Like an explosion in the depths of the ground, the ridge of the Hill of Pain let out a low moan. This piece of muddy land was slowly torn apart by the violent conflict between the two energies surging underground. Tyrion did not gain control of the abyss of Hell, and the rules he set were not accepted by this land, and the result of forced implantation was just like this...

Everything in the world grows on the basis of perfect rules, just like a castle built on the beach. Once the base layer is washed away by running water, the whole castle will collapse.

Indeed, those are just a few insignificant seeds, and the power they contain is like the most terrible poison to this land, but wherever the pale halo goes, the water dries up, The earth cracked, the rocks were weathered, and the souls were exhausted, just like the disaster of the end.

And this...just a warning!

puff

The pain of this land directly acted on the body of Hela who was connected to her soul, causing the Queen of Hell, who was fighting fiercely in the Dead Sea, to spit out a stream of dark green blood. The blood boiled like being boiled. It fell into the Dead Sea, and even emitted white gas like magma falling into the water.

She felt the pain, she saw the land utterly killed by the clash of two rules, she saw the destroyed hill of pain, and among the rocky ruins she saw the land that had been destroyed. The completely annihilated land is like being bitten by an invisible giant beast. The original ridge has completely disappeared, and in the remaining chaos, the cold water of the Dead Sea is rolling and melting into the dead depression of the land. among.

You! What did you do?

Hela stared at Tyrion, the great lord held a sword in one hand, and in the sea water around the black reef where he was, there were still severed tentacles struggling. Under Hela's questioning, Tyrion came He took out a pale seed from his pocket and tossed it in his hand. He said softly:

You have to know, Hella, there are two ways to unify this divided world.

The first one is that I will stand here and have a good discussion with you, and in the end you will fully accept my proposal.

The second one is more brutal. I will erase the hell you have and completely destroy it. When there are only two hells left in this world, they will be unified! Yes, it is indeed difficult for me to solve all the problems, but As long as the person who caused the problem is solved, the problem is not a problem, you know what I mean?

The pale seed was suspended in the palm of the great lord, Tyrion raised his head and looked at Hela with clear eyes:

So, I will ask again for the last time, do you choose to talk! Or choose to die?

Your tree will die too! Everything you have built so hard will crumble together!

Hela's face was pale, and the consequences of her rules being violated and broken were much more serious than she imagined, but she was still unwilling to admit defeat just like that, she screamed viciously:

If you want to destroy my Hell, you can exchange your Death Realm! Don't try to threaten me, Tyrion, if you can accept the result of losing both sides, why can't I!

Both losers? No, no, no!

The great lord stretched out a finger and shook it reluctantly at Hela:

I own more territory than you, Hella, and I control more creatures than you...so there won't be any lose-lose, only one result! You die, I live...

As for my tree, don't worry! I have a very good gardener, he is a druid, he is very good at planting trees, I consulted him before coming, and he told me that the worst The result is that hell is destroyed, and my tree of reincarnation is dying, so what does it matter if it dies?

Tyrion spread his hands and said gently:

The night elves are going to plant the second world tree in the sea of ​​mist. You see, if I can get the first one, I can naturally get the second one!

I can easily kill you with this method, and what I lost is just some insignificant time! Hundreds of years, thousands of years, please! For an existence like us, is time meaningful?

The great lord stretched out his hand and flicked the dust on his body. He slowly raised his head and looked at Hela in front of him:

I can afford to wait, and I can afford to gamble, how about you?

I can't kill you is your biggest reliance, but now, the situation has reversed, baby, if you don't want to die so aggrieved, then it's up to you to make a choice...

Listen to me, maybe you are crazy to kill me with a counterattack, but before that, I want you to think about it...Think about Odin, think about the things he did to you, my Baby... If I were you, I wouldn't choose to kill myself to make that bitch live so comfortably, don't you hate him? Don't you want to tear him apart?

Think of all the pain you have suffered, that kind of spiritual betrayal! My God! Is there any need for hesitation? Is there any need for hesitation?

Tyrion stretched out his hand towards Hela, as if coaxing a child, he said softly:

Come on, Hela, let us...complete your revenge together!

After that, I will arrange a bright future for you, a future that is dignified, a future that will be liked by everyone...I never lie, you know.

Seeing Tyrion's outstretched hand, Hela, who immersed her body in the sea water, was at a loss.

Indeed, being unable to be killed is her biggest reliance, but Tyrion's warning has proved that he is indeed capable of destroying Hell, and judging from what the great lord has done in the past, he really... can do it!

Hela doesn't dare to bet on whether Tyrion is crazy enough, because Hela still has regrets in her heart... Her hatred, her pain, and the grievances of tens of thousands of years, she can't just forgive Odin like that. Before Odin pays the price, she can't just die so easily, she still has unfinished business! That is more important than her existence itself!

she shakes...

A god of death, shaken in the face of death within reach.

But it's not her fault. In the face of such a real and cold death, who can remain unwavering?

She looked at Tyrion's outstretched hand, she could feel Tyrion's sincerity and kindness, but there was a voice in her heart that prevented her from bowing her head, that voice was yelling at her: idiot! You've already been dumped once! You have experienced the shame and pain of being betrayed! The man you once considered your father has ruined you! Do you want to be fooled a second time? Shall I fall twice on the same stone?

look at him! look at him! He is the second Odin! He is colder than Odin! He'll dump you, no doubt, like a piece of meaningless trash! He will hurt you! Don't trust him! kill him! kill him!

Or be killed by him, let it all end like this...

Hela's hesitation, the confusion in her eyes, that rare hesitation, did not hide from the eyes of the great lord. Tyrion could probably guess why Hela was hesitating. He coughed lightly and said:

Odin chose to destroy you because of your disobedience. I don't know why he did such a cruel act. Maybe it was to maintain his majesty, maybe it was for other things, but...

Hella, I will not abandon you! I am different from Odin. I will never abandon any of my fellow comrades. I will never hurt my true friends. If you don't believe me, it doesn't matter. You just need to give me a Given the opportunity, I will prove it to you naturally.

The great lord breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the hell banshee in front of him and said:

You don't need to be alone anymore, Hela, are you willing to be my...friend?

swish

The water of the Dead Sea around Hela calmed down strangely at this moment, and even the gloomy smoke flying all over the sky dissipated without a trace. The Queen of Hell untied a simple horn from her waist, and she looked at the pale Horn, she raised her head, looked Tyrion in the eyes, and asked harshly:

Are you sure, you won't...betray me? You won't...abandon me like Odin...

Hearing this question, a smile appeared on the corner of the great lord's mouth, and he nodded:

Look, it feels weird for a woman to say such things to a man. In order not to offend my wife, I can't answer you with words, so please...

Give me some time and let me prove it with actions.