Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 1022 26. Intermission. Pioneer of Death--add more for ILLUMINATI brothers [1122]

Although the abyss of Hell looks like a bad place, it is actually a bad place, but it doesn't mean that there are no good things in this piece of Netherland.

On the edge of the cleaned-up Eternal Battlefield, in those hidden valleys, there are many springs guarded by elemental creatures. Those springs are clear black, refreshingly cold, and more viscous than ordinary water. , but there is no feeling of turbidity or darkness at all. These springs contain extremely pure soul power. In the past years, it was one of the most important supplies of Hela's elite army.

The fountain of soul, a strange thing that can effectively repair the damage of the soul, is also the most precious resource in the abyss of hell.

Well...

Accompanied by a low moan as if waking up from sleep, amidst the fluctuations in the water flow of the soul spring, a perfect, white jade-like body stood up from the spring water, with wet hair clinging to the cold, uneven skin , accompanied by the shaking of the long wine-red hair, water droplets rained on the surface of the swaying spring water. After several breaths, the death lord of the Dark Blade Legion opened his eyes.

Myra, who stood by the side, immediately gave his wife a loose robe, and gently dried her wet long hair. During this process, Luminas Sunscar Lord seemed to be immersed in another kind of In the senses, she is like a marionette, as if she has been cursed, as if she has lost her soul, and even her eyes are no longer as flexible and cunning as they used to be.

But in essence it is not.

Her missing soul was made up.

In the black spring water of this fountain of souls, under the nourishment of the power of the soul, the pains paid for crossing death, those fragments representing personality, will and emotions returned to the body, making the world in her eyes dying After a few years, it became alive again, like a black and white picture scroll, after a long wait, it was finally stained with colored traces.

The whole world became clear, as if the barrier between self and reality had finally been broken, and she no longer needed to observe the world through a layer of cold gauze.

But the indifference, which is unique to the essence of the undead, is restricting these too vivid emotions, like some invisible chains, binding this complete will and emotion, and maintaining them at a level that can be accepted by the undead In fact, this is a kind of self-protection of the will of the undead. Life and death are a door, and if you have stepped into it, then the scenery outside the door is doomed to be watched, not intervened.

As the dead, driven by complete personality and emotions, it is easy to try to continue to play the role when you were still alive, but the world of death is indifferent. In the conflict between rules and self, immature undead will easily go to self-destruct.

Fortunately, Luminas is already a very mature dead person. Her understanding of death and her super self-control unique to high-level undead allow her to quickly regain control of this kind of death that is too fresh for the dead. She is still a little uncomfortable with the living senses.

After a moment of daze, her reason returned to Lord Luminas's body. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and held her somewhat wet long hair in her hand. She looked back at her husband, and she saw The worry in Myra's eyes, a feeling of being cared rose from her heart, which seemed a little strange, but it was not resistable.

The completeness of her soul allowed Luminas to truly find herself. Her eyes were no longer indifferent, her emotions were no longer extreme, and even her voice became softer than before, very much like when she was still alive. look.

I seem to have had a long dream, my Myra.

Luminas took a step back, she reached out to take Myra's hands, a soft smile that had never been seen on her beautiful face, she pressed Myra's cold hand to her face, and died After the lord's soul was complete, her manipulation of power seemed to become more and more delicate. In the slight fluctuation of Lumi's mood, the cold breath converged into white snowflakes, which slowly slid down around the two of them, while the one in the red robe The two held hands in the snow, just like the most perfect lovers.

Lumi looked at the little man in front of her who would never leave her, and the memories of the past came to mind, she whispered:

From birth to death, I have walked too far in death, I have forgotten too many things, you and me, those memories of when we were alive, it may not be a good dream, but in that dream Here, you've been by my side all the time...it's nice.

The sudden tenderness of his wife made Meera Dawnblade, the blood lord who had seen a lot of great things in the world, a little surprised, and even a little scared.

Although his cousin had told him in advance that the integrity of the soul might completely change the character of an undead, he never thought that his wife would change so drastically.

But that's her, that's the woman he loves, the one who would rather give up his life than spend his life with her.

You've become a little strange, Lumi.

Myra took his wife into his arms, he hugged her tightly, kissed her hair, and whispered:

It might take me a while to get used to you, but that's okay...welcome home.

The couple who hugged each other silently didn't realize that, a little further away, on a hillside, the great lord and his wife were standing there, watching the process of Lumi's soul recovering. All are very important, as the leader, Tyrion must ensure that the process of soul recovery is flawless.

Their relationship is really good.

Tyrion took his wife's hand, he seemed to be relieved, and as if he had completed a heavy mission, he whispered:

When they followed me, Glokush, Luminas, and Celente were the first to follow me. They have the same lack of soul as me, but they are different from me. I don't need the past to remember you, my mother, our sisters and brothers, they can't...they come back from the dead with more or less forgotten things, that forgetting And it completely changed them.

I know.

The Mistress of Blood felt her husband's emotional changes, perhaps influenced by the tender feelings between Lumi and Myra. Aurelia stood on tiptoe, like a little girl, and kissed her husband lightly on the cheek, she said :

I know that they never asked you to promise to make them whole again, but I also know that you have never given up on this attempt, and now, you have finally done it, you have completed what a leader should do , you protected them very well, you protected us very well...give us an endless future, everyone is very grateful to you.

But it's the last step.

His wife's encouragement made the great lord smile. He turned his head and put his arms around his wife's slender waist. He said:

Come on, leave them some alone time, actually, I have something terrible to tell you, Alleria, about our daughter Taelia...there is a little ruffian trying to seduce us My good daughter, this makes me very, very angry! I don't even know how to pass this on to Major General Cyrus and His Excellency Fordragon...

But I will be busy in the next few days, so I want you to ask our daughter instead of me, what's going on! And that little ruffian who doesn't want to die...you can persuade me Want him?

And when she heard that her good daughter was hiding her relationship with her old parents, Mistress Blood's tone became a bit unkind:

Oh? You mean, someone is trying to become Death's son-in-law? Well, it's really courageous...I'll go back to Stormwind immediately, my dear, just do your own thing, this matter, leave it to me.

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Accompanied by a huge roar, a black temple suspended in the sky appeared above the Storm Fjord as if tearing open the space. It was like a hill hanging in the sky, blocking the bright sunlight, His huge shadow was projected on the ground.

Several dark blade battle groups are building new lines of defense and fortresses on the ground below. In the connection with several teleportation arrays of the Dark Temple, a large number of weapons, ammunition and various supplies are being sent into the army. The sergeants of several battle regiments in the Battle of Hell were not seriously injured, but there was a huge gap in ammunition and weapons.

The soldiers of the Dark Blade perfectly executed the request of the lords. They almost washed the entire Hell with the bullets of the Holy Silver, causing all the stocks of the Holy Silver shells prepared by the Logistics Department of the Dark Blade Legion to be used up for several years. In addition, there was a serious gap in the artillery ratio of the Artillery Legion. Hela's legion was large in number, and it was not an easy task to use heavy firepower to suppress those dead souls from beginning to end.

Fortunately, there is a complete arms manufacturing industry in Dark Blade City in the Dead Realm. After nearly a week of emergency production, these newly distributed weapons can barely guarantee the ammunition base required for a major battle, and the Black Iron District In the hands of the arms dealers, there is still enough stockpiles of arms that can be used to arm the Helagals under Hela's command.

Although these surrendered dead soul fighters do not meet the standards of Dark Blade soldiers, the dead soul fighters under Hela's command do not have a fixed body, so there is still the possibility of being transformed, and in this upcoming war against Valagar , these Haila Gar legions that Hela has accumulated for tens of thousands of years will become extremely perfect cannon fodder.

In short, the second battle on the land of Stormheim is about to begin, and everything is being prepared in an orderly manner.

Bang, bang, bang

The sound of armor colliding sounded in the top hall of the Dark Temple, startling the great lord who was flipping through some documents. When Tyrion raised his head, he saw a graceful and pale Valkyrie swaying towards him.

This Val'kyr is wearing pale gorgeous battle armor, holding a double-edged sword that cuts up and down in one hand, and a heavy shield composed of silver halos in the other hand. She wears the Val'kyr logo The sexist half-covered lightning visor has a pair of wide pale wings folded behind her. The heavy power of death lingers on the body of this Valkyrie, making her wings mixed with a touch of low-key and restrained. black.

She is taller than other Valkyries, with a gloomy temperament, and looks majestic, but how can I put it, she seems to have just learned to walk, and her crooked forward posture is very... awkward.

Why isn't my name in the Vanguard, Tyrion!

The Valkyrie took off her helmet, revealing her resolute and neutral face, with strong dissatisfaction shining in her pale eyes, she shouted loudly:

Do you want me to make a coward?

Hella!

The great lord looked at the pale Valkyrie in front of him with some headaches, and said in a low voice:

You should be cultivating in Dark Blade City now! You and this body have not yet reached a perfect fit, and I also know your will to fight, but look at you, you can't even walk steadily now!

It's not that I'm getting weaker, Tyrion!

Hela, that is, the pale Valkyrie, stubbornly pointed the hideous double-edged sword in her hand on the ground, and tried hard to make her crooked body stand straighter. She retorted loudly:

It's just because I haven't walked on my legs for tens of thousands of years, I'm just not used to it!

But it won't affect me beheading Odin's henchmen, or cutting off Odin's head... I've been preparing for this for tens of thousands of years! You can't leave me at this last moment! We signed Contract! Damn it!

I don't mean to abandon you.

The great lord was unwilling to quarrel with Hela on this issue. He refocused on the document in his hand and said:

Calm down, Hela, I will let you fight! I will give you a chance to face Odin...but before that, you must seize the time to completely master this body...

In the past 7 days, Hela has rearranged the power of her soul in the dead man's coffin, and the influence of the void on her is fading little by little, making Hela no longer as crazy as she used to be, but maybe this former Haila The witch's character is inherently aggressive, which makes her relationship with other death lords not very good.

She is still avoiding communication with the Valkyries under her command. This powerful Reaper appointed by Tyrion as the Valkyrie General seems to prefer to fight alone.

This made Tyrion a bit of a headache. The Dark Blade Legion has always advocated collective combat since its establishment, and individual heroism is not encouraged in the Dark Blade Legion.

No! Tyrion, I will be the vanguard! I will be the first to step into Odin's lair! I will drag him from the supreme throne! I swear!

Hela said stubbornly:

You are also a warrior. You know better than anyone else that only in a real battle can you awaken the deepest potential of this body. I just don't want to waste time, Tyrion! You won't let me go to the battlefield, yes Are you doubting me?

You should know that I won't let you down when it comes to Odin's affairs!

Really?

The pen in Tyrion's hand stopped, he raised his head, and carefully examined Hela in front of him, just like a general looking at a soldier asking for war. After a few seconds, the high lord picked up the seal at hand , slammed on a scroll, he let out a sigh of relief, and handed the scroll to Hela:

Okay! I'll give you the chance you want, Hella.

You will be the first generals to attack Valaghar, but I have a request, you must take other Valkyries with you... What I need is not a reckless man who can only fight alone, Hela, I need a qualified commander.

Remember, you said that. I gave you the chance. Don't let me down!