Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 385 34. A Long Talk About Death--Adding more for the Greedy Wolf Brothers [810]

Azeroth is a magical world, not to mention the most terrifying force among the stars, the demons of the Burning Legion tirelessly want to destroy this planet, let alone the internal composition of this planet, when you remove the cover of appearance After that, those intricate truths are enough to open your eyes.

In the small world of Draenor, there is only a weak elemental plane outside the main plane, while in the world of Azeroth, outside the main plane, there is the Emerald Dream, a subsidiary plane that is wider than the main plane. , there are also three hells of living people related to the mysterious shadow world, and a total of four large elemental realms, which are the residences of four elemental lords, and it is said that under the waves of the endless sea, there is still a dark underwater kingdom.

The power of that kingdom is greater than all the powers in the world combined.

And this is just what has been discovered so far...

Even Bwonsamdi, the god of death who was born along with the fire of the initial civilization, would describe it with an awe-inspiring tone when talking about the truth of this world.

This is a complicated world, and various forces are constantly playing games behind the scenes. It makes sense for the superiors not to pay attention to the wars of mortals, because in our opinion, you are just playing around, and you are not even qualified to be on the stage. .”

Bwonsamdi looked straight at Tyrion with his own eyes, that kind of gaze was enough to make any living person's scalp tingle, but it was nothing to the undead. Tyrion sat cross-legged quietly Opposite Bwonsamdi, waiting for Bwonsamdi to answer his question head-on.

And this cunning guy seems to be silent about anything related to the abyss of Hell and Hela. It seems that he is really afraid of Hela.

My strength is not as good as Hela, far inferior... Before I got the promise of death, she already existed in a huge lost system, which is the system that makes up the world, and Hela suffered from some nightmares. What happened to her, those painful pasts drove her crazy, making her a lunatic obsessed with personal hatred.

Bwonsamdi waving his fingers in the mists of Hades, he whispered:

But it is precisely because of this that I have enjoyed peace for so many years, but before I tell you about Hela's recent movements, I want to ask you a question, Tyrion. The answer to this question is directly related to what you can get from me. How much knowledge was taken away, so I hope you can answer me honestly.

The body of the troll Reaper floated up, he was suspended in the air, with his arms folded, staring at Tyrion:

How much do you know about death?

This question made the Dark Blade King frowned, and after a while, he replied:

Death is one of the six basic forces that exist in the universe of stars. It coexists with the other five forces, but all other forces have their own representatives, but death does not.

Tyrion cleared his throat, and said the ancient memory in his mind:

The arcane of order corresponds to the powerful titan, the fel energy of chaos corresponds to the cunning archdemon, the pure light corresponds to the naaru, the sneaky void corresponds to the void lord, and the abundant life corresponds to the demigod of the wilderness, er, at least in Azer Russ is so, peaceful death at the end...maybe its representative is the undead, but even as a member of the undead I don't think we are qualified to represent real death...we are only death's creation That's all.

Perfect answer!

Bwonsamdi snapped his fingers and looked at Tyrion appreciatively:

Sure enough, you are also one of the few people who understand the ancient secrets, and your guess is correct. Of course, the undead cannot represent death. Even Hela and I are just creations of death. They are more advanced than you, but the essence From a standpoint, we are the same.”

The concept of death is far beyond the imagination of a single world. You can regard it as a definition, as a rule, as a kind of existence, just like the pure holy light. The holy light has no emotion, it will Give your own power to any recognized existence, from this point of view, even undead, as long as they are recognized by the Holy Light, they can also use the power of the Holy Light...

You have to understand that the six major forces are born together. Although there may be internal hostility, in general, they come from the same source and penetrate each other. Behind me and Hela... there is another A boss.

The voice of the troll Reaper became obscure and mysterious. He was suspended in the air, staring at Tyrion with his own eyes, and he said:

I'm about to tell you the secrets of the third hell of Azeroth, and I have a feeling that that place will become your domain in the future, so it's important to establish a good relationship with you in advance...I don't want me to say more Find a madman companion.

Talk about Hela first.

Tyrion turned the topic to Hela, the queen of the abyss of Hell again. This time, Bwonsamdi couldn't change the subject anymore. He glared at Tyrion angrily, as if he felt that the death knight in front of him was too stubborn , but after a while, the troll sighed:

You really want to know? Well...then I'll tell you.

There is not much difference between my Hades Palace and Hell Abyss in essence. Souls after death will return here, and as managers, most of the souls we handle must be re-introduced into the real world to realize life. Reincarnation, this is part of the balance of the world, of course, as managers, we can keep those souls we like, without affecting the cycle of life and death.

Bwonsamdi waved four fingers in the air, and his voice became dry:

But Hela broke this rule. She began to intercept souls from the mortal world thousands of years ago and formed her Kvaldir Legion. From a certain point of view, the Kvaldir Legion is your shadow. An upgraded version of the Blade Legion, Hela used her Titan power to forge a misty body for those dead souls, and she did all this to prepare for the future battle between Odin, the guardian of the Titans. A battle of life and death...the two of them are destined to live only as one.

I can understand that she wants revenge, but the problem is that Hela's actions put me in a very dangerous position.

Bwonsamdi sighed helplessly:

As I said before, there is a boss behind me and her. Once it finds out that the life-and-death cycle of Azeroth is broken by the manager himself, we will be finished... That's why I hate Hela, that lunatic It is not only her own destiny that is affected, and Hela is obsessed with revenge, she will not let go of any valuable force, she needs soldiers, and your Dark Blade Legion is what she needs most...cannon fodder.

Hundreds of thousands of undead are wreaking havoc on the Eastern Continent. How could she not notice it? What's more, you should not have forgotten that your soul is incomplete, and a part of it fell into Hela's hands.

Bwonsamdi let out a gloomy laugh, which was full of sarcasm and sarcasm. He looked at Tyrion's gloomy expression, and he comforted with a chuckle:

Don't worry too much, you are not a low-level undead anymore, Hela can't use soul fragments to directly control you, but you'd better not take the initiative to appear in front of her... When you are not strong enough, according to me As we know, Hela has sent her shadow Val'kyr to look for you, maybe you will meet soon, now, don't you really want to learn how to capture Val'kyr? That is the prey that comes to your door.

Are you so sure that I will fight Hela?

Tyrion replied:

Can't I submit to her?

Bwonsamdi didn't answer. He lowered his body for the first time and stood on the ground of Hades. He looked at Tyrion calmly. After a while, he asked:

Do you know?

of course not!

The Dark Blade King sneered: Do you think I am the kind of person who is willing to be inferior to others? Well, teach me what I need, and tell me where the damned third hell is!

Of course, fulfilling the deal, this is what old Bwonsamdi likes to do most.

The troll Reaper stretched out his fingers, and outlined a distorted map in the strange mist of the Nether Palace. His eyes passed through the map in mid-air, and he stared at Tyrion behind the map. He used an old man's way of telling stories. Said:

The world of shadows, the world of death, hell, call it whatever you want, it is a world as vast as the stars, just as there are too many creatures of different beliefs living in the real world, in the world of shadows, there are also many A lot of different forces.

You may have heard the name of the Lord of the Void, those twisted shadow monsters are very powerful, their power is very strange, they are trying their best to corrupt the real world, but what I want to tell you is...don't be afraid of them !In the vast world of the Shadow Realm, even the lawless Void Lords never dare to provoke death...

The Shadow Realm has its own exit in every real world among the stars. It is like a never-ending net. In Azeroth, there are three entrances to the Shadow Realm: Hades Palace, Hell Abyss, and There is the last one, the most mysterious one, Hela and I have been looking for it, but we have found nothing, I can only tell you that the third hell of mortals is hidden above the waves of the sea... Its entrance is hidden in another In one plane.

Bwonsamdi let out a deep, meaningless laugh, and under the bone mask, his eyes shone with a strange light:

Thousands of years ago, a group of ignorant mortals stepped into that plane, and they called it the realm of withering, but their weak bodies could not withstand such high-level power, and soon they fell into a In the madness of ignorance, the collection of souls tried to build their own hells outside the entrance, on those lands infected by the forces of the dead... There is no doubt that they failed.

But that dilapidated ruin is the place you are going to find, Tyrion Dawnblade, it will be a long road, and what I want to tell you is that even if you find it, it is only the beginning of a long road , to truly enter the realm of the dead, you also need a guide...a resident of the shadow realm who is willing to risk your soul and soul to lead you into it.

This strange description, which was similar to a prophecy, made Tyrion frowned. After a few seconds, he digested the information given by Bwonsamdi. He raised his head and looked at the troll Death:

What if there is no guide?

hehehehe

Bwonsamdi let out a creepy laugh:

Then I advise you not to step into that world. All the power you have is meaningless in that world. There, the soul is the basis of everything. And your current soul is obviously not real. .. Powerful, when there is no guide to guide the way, you will only get lost in the endless darkness, see those twisted and grotesque shadows, and then be eaten by monsters rushing out of the shadows bit by bit, becoming that world One of the innumerable nourishments of

You want to forge your own hell for your followers, which will be the most terrifying challenge that a mortal soul will be able to withstand, but I also hope you succeed, after all, we are friends...

You need to move faster, Tyrion, once Hela finds out that you have grabbed her Val'kyr, that lunatic's merciless revenge will follow one after another. Now you can't stop that This kind of strength... you have to quicken your pace.

click, click

The steel gauntlet on Tyrion's palm was beating with a low sound between collisions. He stood up, looked at the troll Reaper in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

So, come on, show me how to catch those cuties and make them work for me.

Actually, capturing Val'kyr is very simple. After your eyes can see through the barrier between reality and the shadow world, you can easily see them, but their speed is very fast. Once you escape into another dimension, you will fail. Yes, so before arresting, the first thing you have to do is to create a strong enough soul cage for yourself.

Bwonsamdi's fingers moved. Tyrion had seen it before. The black flame quickly reorganized into a shining rune on the ground under his feet. Under Bwonsamdi's gesture, Tyrion took a step forward , stepping on the rune, the next moment, a black beam of light spread from his side, imprisoning his body in it, like a black birdcage, in it, Tyrion felt that his thoughts Stop functioning, as if the soul has been blessed with heavy chains.

boom

With Bwonsamdi's finger waving, the black birdcage suddenly shattered, and after Tyrion regained his freedom, the figure of the troll Reaper slowly dissipated in the mist of Hades:

Do you understand? The soul... is your most powerful weapon.

Wait, Bwonsamdi, one more thing, I want a...soul disguise.