Azeroth’s Death Track

The lives of mortals are short, and they don't have much time to explore the secrets of this world, so after many mysterious events happen, mortals don't get to the bottom of it, they use their own understanding to try to explain those things, and In the end, those nonsensical rumors will cover up the truth of the matter.

Rumors have become the real truth.

For example, at this moment, the tall creature floating in front of Tyrion, flapping her wings in the gap between the shadow world and reality, has a human body and a graceful female body, but her whole body exudes an illusory The pale halo looks like it is composed of rays of light. She has wings on her back, and between flapping, the streamer of light escapes, very beautiful and mysterious.

She was wearing a set of cumbersome, complex and classical battle armor. Those non-gold and non-jade armor were bound to her body, making her look mighty and powerful. The strangest thing was the helmet on her head.

It was a strange helmet that Tyrion had never seen in this world. The half-covered helmet covered her eyes, but exposed her nose and mouth. On both sides of the helmet, there were lightning-like decorations.

She held a black battle spear in her hand, which was engraved with strange runes, and a black battle flag was hung on the sharp tip of the battle spear, but the strange thing was that the flying spear was flying in the wind. There is no sign on the black battle flag, it is just a pure black flag.

If one ignores the strange colors of her armor, weapons, and wings, then the creature that appeared in front of Tyrion is completely an angel in mortal legends. into a dreadful hell.

But Tyrion knew that she was not... She was an undead creature like him, but her shaper made her into this divine appearance, and in a sense, she was more powerful than him. Poor, at least Tyrion, still has her own freedom, and she, this creature named Val'kyr... she has nothing.

While Tyrion was sizing up the shadow Val'kyr in front of him with scrutiny, the weird Val'kyr who appeared in the Stormwind Cemetery also looked at the death knight in front of him with his eyes blocked by the helmet.

He wasn't the most powerful dead man she'd ever seen, in fact, there were many souls stronger than Tyrion in the depths of Hell, but he was special, very special.

There has never been a dead person with a broken soul that is as solid and free as Tyrion's soul. In his soul, you can't see even a trace of restraint, and in that supposedly cold soul, There is still a flame burning... This Val'kyr can see that the flame of will does not look like a dead person at all.

He is special!

No wonder the Queen of Hell pays so much attention to him... Such a unique soul is definitely a real treasure.

With the will of the Queen of Hell...

Val'kyr just said the beginning with his hollow voice, but was interrupted rudely by Tyrion. He looked directly at Val'kyr in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

What did Hella say?

Bold!

Val'kyr's voice became sharper, and the spear in her hand pointed directly at Tyrion's head:

How dare you call the Queen of Hell by her name!

Facing the angry Shadow Angel, Tyrion tilted his head in doubt:

Why can't I call her Hela? Queen of Hell? Do you really think so? A woman driven mad by self-hatred, a coward who has abandoned her birthright mission and responsibilities, a betrayal of her own creation A traitor to the Raider, a fallen Guardian of the Titans, does she really deserve to be called Queen?

You know a lot, arrogant mortal!

The wings behind the shadow Val'kyr flapped, and her figure disappeared in place like a dancing halo:

But I don't want to hear your blasphemy anymore!

She launched an attack, but Tyrion took a step back. When Val'kyr's figure appeared in front of his eyes, the soul cage placed under his feet suddenly shattered, and a black beam of light extended upward from the ground, in front of his eyes. Caught off guard, the shadow Val'kyr was tightly locked into the cage of the beam of light.

boom

The spear in her hand hit the black beam of light fiercely, making the sound of iron and steel clanging, but this is a special space, in the gap between the shadow world and reality, and the sound cannot be transmitted to reality at all.

Tyrion stood less than 2 meters away from the cage. He looked at Val'kyr in front of him with a gaze of sizing up prey. There is no doubt that this creature has great power, and what is more difficult is her The ability to travel through the two worlds at will means that even if Tyrion can defeat her, he cannot catch her.

But now, in the cage built by the language of the soul, Val'kyr can't break free. This is a spell from Bwonsamdi, which is the same level of death as Hela. The power he possesses comes from a higher authority. Crushing, of course, to maintain this clever trap in front of him, Tyrion needs to use his own soul to provide energy, and he doesn't have much time to waste.

You must use the power of anger carefully.

The Dark Blade King looked at his new prisoner, tapping his fingers on the black beam of light:

Anger is like wildfire, once it gets out of control it becomes meaningless and it can push you into awkward situations like this one...

Madman!

Val'kyr, who was imprisoned in the soul cage, crazily attacked the black light prison in front of her with her spear. She was not used to the humiliation of being captured by mortals. She crazily attacked the cage in front of her, and every impact was like It was directly hit on the soul by a heavy weapon. The shock and sting made Tyrion frowned.

Quiet!

The Dark Blade King roared, and a mass of black flame hit Val'kyr's body in front of him while waving his fingers. The black flame quickly attached to Val'kyr's body and began to burn, making her really feel When it came to pain, as Tyrion's fingers danced, the black beam of light also began to shrink rapidly, until finally, it became the black chains that bound Val'kyr's arms, legs and body, holding her to death. stuck on the ground.

Perhaps in the eyes of Hela and Bwonsamdi, Tyrion's soul is not yet powerful, but after being repeatedly nourished by death energy, he can certainly suppress the shadow Val'kyr in front of him, not every Val'kyr Powerful enough to make the dead terrified, the one before him is just Hela's messenger after all.

Quiet, girl.

Val'kyr is taller than a human being. She was trapped on the ground, and her height had reached nearly 3 meters. Tyrion stretched out his hand and had to look up to place his fingers on her illusory but condensed body. real body.

The cold fingers ran down the struggling Val'kyr's neck, and finally stopped on her chest, very close to some sensitive positions. This almost humiliating action made the Val'kyr courier in front of him very ashamed and angry. She twisted her body, trying to shake Tyrion's fingers away from her, but just as she opened her mouth to scold, another black chain appeared, and her mouth was braided into hair. Braided hair tied together.

She could only let out a humiliated whimper.

Oh, it's amazing.

Tyrion's fingers poked on Val'kyr's skin, feeling the slightly warm touch, he said softly:

I always thought that undead construct creatures like you have no sense of touch and emotions of your own, but now it seems that you can feel something... such as humiliation, such as anger.

You are a high-level Val'kyr. Although your strength is weaker, you are indeed one of the first-generation Val'kyr created by Odin himself, right?

Tyrion put his fingers on Val'kyr's slender waist. This action made the shadow Val'kyr struggle more violently. After a while, Tyrion suddenly came back to his senses:

By the way, you can't speak, it's really... really rude.

After finishing speaking, he flicked his fingers in the air, and the black chains that bound Val'kyr's mouth suddenly disappeared, and then an angry scream sounded in the crack between the two worlds:

Get your dirty hands off!

Don't touch me! Dirty mortal!

The pale braids extending from the back of Val'kyr's battle helmet fluttered in front of her chest, representing her extreme anger, but the next moment, the long braids were grabbed by Tyrion, and he used a domineering gesture, Grabbing Val'kyr by her braids, she pulled her head toward him.

The finger wearing the gauntlet was clasped around Val'kyr's neck, and the black soul fire was beating at the fingertips. In Val'kyr's ear, Tyrion said in a lover's voice:

Recognize your situation, cutie... I may not be able to deal with Hela, but it is more than enough to deal with you.

kuang

The breastplate engraved with ancient spells and cumbersome pictures was destroyed at this moment, and then thrown to the ground by Tyrion. The coldness from her chest made Val'kyr scream again. At this moment, she was no longer like A powerful shadow angel, but like a real girl.

If you still can't calm down, then I will continue.

Tyrion's icy fingers rested on her chest for a moment, and finally placed them on her heavy belt. This threatening action made Val'kyr's body stiff, and finally, she nodded in humiliation.

This made the death knight stop his sadistic movements. He took a step back, glanced at the shaking chest, and then set his eyes on Val'kyr's face:

I know that the first generation of Val'kyr has its own name, so what's your name?

Agatha...my name is Agatha.

The Shadow Angel was imprisoned on the earth by the chains of her soul. She tried her best to calm herself down, but every time Tyrion's eyes shifted to her body, she would feel as if she was being whipped by a scorching long whip. It was impossible for this undead to really blaspheme her, but she still felt worried about it.

Very well, the pleasant conversation begins now.

Tyrion's body leaned back, and the moment he sat down, the surging death energy formed a crystal clear ice seat behind him. He raised his legs and looked at Vagri Agatha in front of him , he asked:

Have you met Odin?

Agatha nodded and said in a hollow voice:

I've seen it!

Well, tell me your story, I'm very interested.

Tyrion looked at Val'kyr with interest, and the latter remained silent until Tyrion snapped his fingers, threatening meaningfully:

Are you sure you want to keep silent? You have to know, Agatha, the night is still very long. If you prefer the previous way of communication, then we can slowly... play!

Shadow Valgri Agatha gritted her teeth, but in the end, she said in a lost voice:

Tens of thousands of years ago, Odin personally transformed us into the first batch of Val'kyr. We were followers of the sea witch Hela. We saw with our own eyes what that beast did to Hela. He forcibly stripped On that day, Hela's screams spread throughout Valaghar, and it was also on that day that we no longer believed in him, that hypocritical tyrant !

Hela is his most sincere follower. He said more than once that Hela is just like his real daughter! But that father would do such a thing to his daughter? He is a lunatic! Just like you, you are all lunatics !

madman?

Tyrion frowned and said:

I won't be happy if you call me like that, Agatha...You can call me Tyrion instead of some slander like a lunatic. Besides, I really want to know, since it's the first generation of Val'kyr, why you Will his strength be so low that even I can't defeat him?

Because the first generation of Val'kyr only represents seniority, not our strength, genius!

Agatha sneered:

It's not that the longer you live, the stronger your strength. Odin made Val'kyr to lead the souls of mortal warriors to Valagarh, or according to your legend, to the Hall of Valor. We just travel through two The messenger of the world, and the messenger, do you need a strong force?

But as far as I know, the Shadow Valkyrie under Hela's command is very powerful, and even Bwonsamdi is very afraid of it. Since Hela can give those imitations such powerful power, why doesn't she give it to you? Aren't you her most trusted subordinates?

Tyrion's words made Agatha's expression more complicated, and after a while, she said in a strangely calm voice:

Bwonsamdi taught you this? The troll's death...a schemer who hides in the shadows.

You want to know why my strength is so weak? It's simple!

We were born with a mission, and the Shadow Valkyries are pure war machines. The power of the first generation of Val'kyr will not grow or weaken. As long as Valagar still exists, we will never die... And I also know what you are doing, I know what you want, but mortals, you really don't need to provoke our relationship with Hela...

Hate ruined her, and she became the kind of person she once hated the most...

Agatha, one of the nine Val'kyr guarding Sylvanas, was originally set to be the Val'kyr who was enslaved by the Lich King, but I suspect that 2234 secretly captured a few soul healers, or simply 2234 and Hela had some shady PY deals.