Azeroth’s Death Track

In any world of interpersonal communication, anyone in it must follow some specific rules.

Join an unknown stranger telling you a big truth, generally speaking, you may not thank him, you will only find him annoying.

And deciding whether you want to listen to and accept his opinion, what really matters is what the person talking to you has done and what he is doing.

If you want to impress others with a few beautiful words, your words have enough weight. In other words, any language that wants to achieve its goal must be accompanied by practical actions.

For example, in the current midnight cemetery, Tyrion is not just trying to persuade Agatha, he has really taken action to prove his actions.

You and your sisters will be free, and will never be controlled by Hela or Odin again, but there is a price for everything, and their souls will be tightly bound to mine!

Tyrion stretched out his hands. At the top of the ten fingers, the black soul fire was beating. He stretched his fingers towards Val'kyr's body. This action made Agatha feel bad. She tried to struggle, but her feet The chains bound her tightly in place.

Until Tyrion's ten fingers covered in black fire pierced into her chest like scorching knives.

ah!!!

Shadow Angel felt that her heart was being strangled, and the pain that burned her soul made her scream crazily. Her arms subconsciously hugged Tyrion's body tightly, and Val'kyr's strength was overwhelming. Tyrion's armor rattled.

I, Tyrion Dawnblade, Lord of Darkblade, ruler of the dead! I will grant you free will to walk in the world of the living. As long as I live, you and your sisters will also continue to live. Live!

Using the way Bwonsamdi carefully taught, Tyrion searched for the nodes of their soul connection with Hela in Val'kyr's soul body. This is a very painful process for him now. , the sting he felt in his soul was no less than that of Agatha, but he had to do it.

Freedom, life... and power beyond death. This is my contract with you, are you willing to accept my gift?

Tyrion's face became paler. Amidst Agatha's whole body trembling, his fingers tightly clasped the node of Val'kyr's soul that was shining with dark light. Gerry's eyes, he cried out:

Agatha! You! You cannot refuse this gift!

click

Tyrion gathered all the power of his soul on the palm of his hand, and the black flame representing the power of the soul became active at this moment. Agatha also realized what Tyrion was doing. There was also a last-ditch light in the dark eyes, and her arms became gentle, holding the painful Tyrion into her arms, and the power of the Shadow Angel resonated with Tyrion's soul at this moment.

boom

The dark nodes in her soul body were like broken glass, shattered suddenly, and the black flame representing Tyrion's soul power erupted from the inside of Val'kyr's soul body at this moment, like a fire falling from the sky. The black fire enveloped Val'kyr and Tyrion in her arms.

At this moment, the high-ranking knights resting in Stormwind felt the trembling of the Dark Blade King's soul almost at the same time. The quiet Midnight Garden was like an erupting torrent at this moment. Get on your horse and charge towards the cemetery from every direction.

And after the black flame disappeared, under the silent gaze of the high-ranking knights who came around, a tall Val'kyr with a pale light lingering all over her body, without a trace of darkness, half-kneeled in the center of the cemetery, her wings gathered Protecting his body, under the watchful eyes of the silent knights, the freed Agatha picked up his battle helmet from the ground and put it on his head.

She looked at the unconscious Dark Blade King with a complex expression, and finally, she stretched out her hand and hugged Tyrion tenderly in her arms.

Bwonsamdi has taught you many things, but... this is not the power you should use now... There is always a price for reckless behavior. If you are still sober, I will ask you... Was it worth it?

Val'kyr picked up the Dark Blade King, and she walked forward. The high-ranking knights slowly made way for her, because they could clearly feel that this pure and noble creature in front of them, and their king The souls have a tangible connection, they are symbiotic.

wow

Under the watchful eyes of the high-ranking death knights, Agatha flapped his white wings and carried Tyrion into the night sky of Stormwind City, just like an angel descending from the world. The activities of the undead were seen by the awakened living people. They watched the legendary white angel rushing into the sky holding the king of the undead. Some sincere believers even knelt down on the ground, calling this scene the for miracles.

In the sky, the gentle night wind was blowing Val'kyr's long white hair. She looked down at the unconscious Tyrion and said softly:

Tyrion Dawnblade...I, Agatha, I accept your offer...freedom.

Thank u.

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Wow, wow

Val'kyr's flight speed is very fast, they can freely pass through the shadow world and reality, which means that nothing in reality can stop their footsteps, which makes Agatha's flight very convenient , her figure shone among the trees and rocks, and crossed the hills of the eastern continent at an extremely fast speed. In just ten minutes, she came from Stormwind City to the desolate snow mountain of Kaz Modan between.

In the snowstorm of the night, Agatha's figure stopped outside an unnamed cemetery in the mountains. She folded her wings, hugged the unconscious Dark Blade King in an ambiguous gesture, and strode into the In the snow-covered cemetery in front of him.

Anara, come out, I know you're here!

Agatha called out a name in the snowstorm, and a moment later, in the deepest part of the cemetery, a guy who was 6 points similar to her appeared in front of her eyes.

That looks like a Val'kyr too, but unlike Agatha wearing a battle helmet, her graceful body is only covered with a layer of soft tulle, and a faint blue light lingers around her body. A pair of wings are also softer than Val'kyr's wings. Between the flapping of the wings, the creature named Anara is actually more like an angel in mortal legends than Val'kyr.

She is a soul healer and the protagonist in those angel legends.

The relationship between the soul healer and Val'kyr is very complicated. They come from the same source, but when Hela led Val'kyr to betray Odin, not all Val'kyr stood with her. Opposite Odin.

The golden Val'kyr, headed by the sea witch Al, is a fanatic of Odin. They regard the ritual of distorting Val'kyr's soul as a kind of glory promotion accompanied by pain. After Hela's betrayal, Al and her golden The Valkyries are still on Odin's side.

And there are still a few Val'kyr who both resent Odin's cruelty, but are unwilling to follow Hela to betray. In the hostility between the two sides, they finally chose to flee like cowards, not contacting anyone on the two sides, and formed a small group by themselves. Groups, distributed in all corners of the world.

They are soul healers. Compared with Val'kyr, who is good at fighting and recruiting souls, they are better at healing the wounds of the soul, and by the way, send some souls that shouldn't die back to their bodies.

At present, in the few real resurrection cases in the whole world, there are soul healers participating, but probably because of past experiences, most soul healers are very withdrawn, they will not appear in front of ordinary people, and they are secretive. It is their code of conduct, but after Hela forcibly broke the soul reincarnation in the abyss of Hell, these stubborn soul healers are still working hard to maintain the cycle of life and death in the world.

Agatha? Hela's son of a bitch! Why... Benevolent eldest sister, has she finally decided to attack us?

The tone of the soul healer Annala is not friendly, which is natural. In the past tens of thousands of years, the traps and traps from Hela have caused them to lose many sisters. The former elder sister, in the eyes of today's soul healer, Has degenerated into a true monster, even more hateful than Odin.

I have nothing to do with Hella.

The wings behind Agatha spread out, and that pure pale halo shone on her body. This was Val'kyr's original soul light, which was different from the golden Val'kyr infused with the power of the Titans, and also different from the Shadow Val'kyr imbued with the power of hell, this is the purest soul.

With the help of my new friends, I was freed from the eternal prison of solitude...

Agatha gently placed Tyrion in her arms on the ground, looked at the soul healer in front of her, and whispered:

I'm sorry for the things we did to you in the past, but please believe us, we didn't do it voluntarily to hurt our former sisters...

harm?

Soul healer Anara said mockingly:

Twisting my sisters into mindless monsters, infusing their innocent bodies with the power of shadow, turning them into ruthless killing machines, and you just call that 'injury'?

She glanced down at the unconscious Tyrion, and the soul healer quickly frowned:

A necromancer, a powerful necromancer. If I'm not mistaken, this should be Tyrion Dawnblade, who has disturbed the peace of this continent recently. He twisted many noble souls into walking corpses, The cycle of life and death is seriously disturbed by him... Did he help you? Are you sure such a villain would kindly help you? Or did he tamper with your memory in some way to make you serve him?

Agatha shook her head, she said in a deep voice:

He learned from Bwonsamdi how to release Hela from imprisoning our souls, but as you can see, he doesn't know how to use the power of the soul at all, blindly reckless, causing his soul to suffer terrible destruction, But he did give me a gift, he didn't enslave me, Anara, he gave me a bond of equality... He put his soul and mine together to keep my soul from being scattered.

Tsk tsk, it's really a trust that draws fire from the bottom of the pot.

The soul healer sighed:

In order to win you over, he really took great pains. That is to say, if you are truly free, he can't force you to do anything, unless it is life-threatening... Wait, you brought him here to let me rescue him?

Yes, when it comes to healing souls, there is no one in this world who is better than you.

Agatha said sincerely:

For the sake of our friendship in the past, help him.

Affection? We have no affection at all.

The soul healer crossed her hips in an unladylike manner, suspended in the air, she looked at Agatha, and there was a hint of amusement in her eyes:

So you ask me to help, yes, but you also want me to do something for you.

for example?

When Agatha asked, a very unhappy expression flashed across the soul healer's face. She waved her hands and wrapped the blue soul power around Tyrion's body, complaining:

You know, I didn't live here before, I live in Azshara, the most scenic place in Kalimdor... I like my home, but recently, there was a nasty blue dragon there ...

Blue dragons? Aren't they less involved in mortal affairs?

Agatha asked curiously:

How did it bother you?

It...it's annoying.

The soul healer was a little embarrassed, but after a while, she sighed in a very human way:

That blue dragon is chasing me, it wants me to be its mate, it's really embarrassing... and it's stalking, no matter how I refuse, it will take the initiative to seek death, just to see me, it knows I don't want to It will let its soul go, anyway, I have been annoyed by it for several years, so I had to hide here, teach it a lesson for me! Drive it away!

Well...

The complaints of the soul healer made Agatha fall into a strange silence. When Val'kyr was still in the abyss of Hell, he had heard of his fleeing compatriots, and sometimes they would experience wonderful stories, but Anara's This story is a bit too exciting, right?

Actually, the scenery in Khaz Modan is not bad, but how should I put it, the arrival of the undead makes this place weird. A few days ago, a death knight sneaked here.

The soul healer glared at the unconscious Tyrion, she said helplessly:

That's a female death knight, she should be this guy's subordinate, her name is Luminas, a very cunning woman, I'm sure she has discovered me... just when I was traveling in the wetlands, I was accidentally killed by her I saw it once, and that woman was also very annoying... She always wanted me to come out to meet her, but I knew that she just wanted to catch me to claim credit for her majesty, she was really crazy.

The soul healer snorted, and soon became happy again:

But I was even better. I tricked her to the top of the snow mountain, and then pushed her into a snow ditch that went straight into the crack in the mountain. Maybe she hasn't climbed out yet. Let her beat me to the crooked brain! This little girl The punishment should calm her down a bit.

Well, your life... is really colorful.

Agatha looked at Tyrion whose soul fluctuated more and more calmly. She breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the soul healer in front of her:

I will pass on your request to Tyrion, he should be capable enough to help you.

Well, well, I have been hiding for several years anyway, and I don't care about a few more years.

Annala smiled, stretched out her hand to brush her long pale hair, she looked at Agatha, and after a while, she said softly:

Anyway, congratulations on getting your freedom. Also, have you guys thought about how to face Hela's revenge? Our eldest sister is not someone who will take the initiative to give in after suffering... Her revenge is probably very short. It will be here soon.

Not ready yet!

Agatha moved her hands, she looked back at the moonlit snow scene behind her, she said softly:

Give Tyrion a headache, he'll figure it out, especially if he's still in touch with Bwonsamdi, and as for me... I want to enjoy my new life, why don't I start with Let the journey begin.