Azeroth’s Death Track

After Gorak Tul's dark soul was chewed up fiercely by Apocalypse, the source of shadow in the Withered Realm was shattered. This dark ghost place seemed to have its own life, and it let out a sharp hiss, Roaring and swaying the darkness, it wants to bury all the life inside.

But whether it is Tyrion or Oort, the strength of both of them has exceeded the influence of these unmanned darkness. In the howling dark storm, the two put away their weapons, and they were covered by the rolling clouds. Take a walk on the road ahead.

This ghostly place is huge, and the unexplored area is almost as huge as the entire Drustvar, but no matter how big the place is, there is always an end. Tyrion used the soul fire from time to time to release the souls of the civilians who were bound here. , In the pale feathers of the soul dissipating, the two finally reached the end of the withered realm.

It was a chaotic light curtain, like the edge of a barrier, and there was an invisible line separating the withered world and the tumbling chaos, like two worlds.

There is no way.

Tyrion stretched out his hand, trying to pass through the light curtain in front of him, but it was like a thick wall, no matter how much force his hand exerted, he couldn't penetrate it.

Sure enough, this place is not connected to the Emerald Dream.

The Patriarch of the Blightcaller half-kneeled in front of the light curtain shining with strange light. Dark green natural power shone in his hands. While sensing the uneven cracks, he said to the Dark Blade King beside him:

This is a part that was cut from the vast Emerald Dream... Maybe the demigods of the wilderness noticed this corrupt border, maybe it was the handwriting of a powerful Awakened, or under the action of some force , fall off naturally... In short, Gorak Tul and his Drust are not capable of this.

So, here is a closed, small, corrupt Emerald Dream?

Tyrion moved his wrist, and he looked at the druid beside him:

Can this place be transformed?

Of course! It has to be remodeled too!

A trace of determination flashed across Oort's face. He looked back at the land covered by withered darkness, and said softly:

There is something I have been keeping from you. The Patriarch's missionary work in Mount Hyjal was not going well...Maybe it was because of the wrong things these Drusts had done, which caused the teachings of the Blightcaller to be inconsistent. Accepted by those Archdruids, under the strict order of the Stag Helm mentor, Myana can only secretly recruit new brothers... She even dared not step into the Emerald Dream again.

This is not possible. If the Blightcaller wants to develop, it must have its own sacred land. The vast forest of Stranglethorn Valley, coupled with the withered world that will be purified in the future, we no longer need to look at those stubborn giants. The faces of the druids paled.

A trace of yearning for the future flashed across the face of the Blightcaller Patriarch:

Any organization should have a sacred mission...Here, I see it! The sacred mission of the Blightcaller, to cleanse the Blight Realm, and save the land of Drustvar from the darkness of ignorance, yes, The king of the forest once left a legacy here, and the blood of the people here flows with natural blood, and they should belong to the orthodoxy dominated by the Blightcaller!

Drustvar, this place will definitely become the place where the Blightcaller will rise!

Very well, that's what I want to see.

There was a gleam in Tyrion's squinted eyes, and as he searched the darkness behind him, he whispered:

The entire Kul Tiras, this vast island country, can even be managed by the Blightcaller. I believe you can manage it well, but the problem now is that you want to purify this piece of emerald that has been cut off. Dreamland, you must first find the source of corruption here, the crack leading to the death world, that is also the goal I am looking for.

Leave it to us.

Oort picked up his thornwood staff and said to Tyrion:

It is very difficult for outsiders to find the source of corruption hidden in this land of virtual reality, so we should seek advice from the local aborigines, the Great Thorn Whisperer Master Orfa, and what he said about the corruption in the local dense forest. A wandering young wild demigod...we will find it, and it will help us discover the rift that hides from our eyes, but it will take time.

I'm patient enough to wait.

The Dark Blade King rubbed his forehead, and he replied:

But don't make me wait too long, I already have a hunch that that place, the dead world, will be the most important part of Dark Blade's self-improvement, I must get it!

Ten minutes later, after completely purifying the painful soul bound in the withered world, Tyrion and Ort returned to the present world. The Dark Blade King raised his head, and in his vision, he could vaguely see , In this dark sky, there are still some confused human souls being drawn into the realm of withering. It seems that the hell on earth that the Drusts wanted to build back then has already achieved some results.

But unfortunately, souls can't get rest there, they can only get endless torment and pain, that's not the real cycle of life and death, that's wrong!

I warn you, Tyrion.

The moment the Dark Blade King stepped out of the Blighted Realm, the voice of his Valgri Agatha sounded in his heart:

No matter what you are looking for the entrance to the dead world, but now, even if you find it, I will not allow you to enter it... When Odin discovered the abyss of Hell hundreds of thousands of years ago, he and others The guardian has carried out cumbersome and complicated transformations on it, so that it can normally accommodate the soul, even for a powerful guardian, the dead world is an extremely dangerous place.

What's more, you lack a guide... Once you venture into it, all you can get is eternal loss. Mortals have no power in that world.

Hearing this, Tyrion frowned:

You, can't you be my guide?

Sorry, but I can't.

There was a trace of helplessness in Agatha's voice:

The death world I am familiar with is only the part of the abyss of Hell. In the same way, what Bwonsamdi is familiar with is only the part that belongs to his Hades. Once he enters an unfamiliar area, even Hela and Bwonsamdi You will also get lost, you know, that is a vast and boundless world, infinitely larger than this world... It is like the reflection of the stars, no one can really see it clearly, and no one can really rule it.

Then the guide... what conditions does it have to meet?

The Dark Blade King asked again, and after a while, Agatha expressed his understanding in a short but clear language:

First of all, it must live in the Shadow Realm, be accepted and accommodated by the Dead Realm.

Others, the area where it is located cannot have the same dead world manager as Hella and Bwonsamdi, otherwise even if you enter it, you will be discovered by the manager and have a high chance of being captured. It must exist in one place In the land of no man.

Finally, it needs a gap between this world and the dead world to enter and exit, and it must be willing to help you. This is very important. Once the guide intentionally leads you astray, and you are trapped in the gap between the dead world and reality, you will be lost forever. .”

Fu...

Hearing this harsh request, Tyrion couldn't help but sigh:

This is much harder than finding the crack in the dead world...

Of course it's difficult to find it, otherwise it won't be your turn.

Agatha ended the exchange between the two parties with a mocking and suppressed voice:

The special rules of the dead world determine that managers cannot use war to expand their territory, so every gap between the dead world and reality is very precious to the managers. Bwonsamdi and Hela have been Coveted the rift, and as to why they didn't do it...you know the reason now, don't you think Bwonsamdi is really helping you, my silly friend.

You have to be careful with him, he has his own purpose in telling you about the dead world, and he is as dangerous as Hela.

Trust me, don't rush into it before you are fully prepared...

Agatha's voice slowly dissipated in Tyrion's contemplation. At this moment, the Dark Blade King had already gotten into his black carriage and was running on the silent forest path. He was going to the next place.

There, he was looking for another thing that had driven him all the way to Kul Tiras.

But before that, he has another thing to do.

The large carriage was advancing on the slightly bumpy mountain road, while the witch Wei Lai was sitting tremblingly on the chair opposite Tyrion. She didn't dare to disturb His Majesty's thinking. She knew that all the work she could do had already been done. It's over, now, it's your Majesty's turn to judge her achievements and... reward her.

She was anxiously and patiently waiting for that result. During the unbearable time of the witch, the weak Werley had learned to be patient.

You're doing a great job.

Tyrion opened his eyes, looked at the ugly and restless witch in front of him, and said softly:

Even with the most critical eyes, everything you have done for the Dark Blade in Drustvar is completely worthy of recognition. If you make a contribution, you should be rewarded and rewarded. Therefore, Wei Lai, my New subordinate, what do you want from the generous Tyrion?

Power? Knowledge? Or... youth and beauty that you need most?

Your Majesty's generosity and mercy...

The witch half-kneeled on the ground, her hands clenched into fists, propped up on the ground. After more than ten seconds of difficult choices, a trace of longing flashed in the witch's eyes:

Your Majesty, forgive me for going overboard, but what you gave...I want them all!

This is probably the first time that Wei Lai really expressed his desire from the heart. This young girl who lost her parents and was kidnapped into the Witch Society experienced the most tragic disaster in the world and saw through the darkest human nature. The longing for those things that I can't get has become more and more intense.

And she can be sure that at this time, in front of Tyrion, this is her only chance to get them!

There are always many opportunities waiting in life, but when they come, you must be able to hold them firmly, just like Wei Lai's perception in the twilight forest, even if you want to sell your soul, you must at least find someone who can Out of the devil of the starting price, right?

Ha ha ha ha

Tyrion was stunned by Wei Lai's answer, but then, the King of Dark Blade let out a series of hoarse laughter. This was probably the first time he laughed like this after entering Kul Tiras. carefree.

Very well...a greedy soul.

These words made Weilai's body start to tremble, but the next moment, Tyrion's palm burst out with a black soul fire. He looked at the witch kneeling on the ground, and said softly:

I don't hate greedy people, but you have to be clear, Weilai, once you get these, you have to do a career worthy of them, and you are willing to give your all for it, whether it is a new life, Or your soul.

I will! Your Majesty! I will!

The witch's head touched the cold floor, and the next moment, the black flame ignited her ugly and old body, and began to burn her flesh and blood. The terrible pain made the witch feel as if thousands of sharp knives were cutting her flesh and blood, but she gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to utter a single wail with a terrifying tenacity.

She desperately used her weak dark power to cover her soul, and those blazing black flames also gave her soul more and more powerful nourishment, like a new seed emerging from a decayed body, she could feel , in the process of stripping her flesh and blood, her soul became stronger and stronger... until finally, a pair of black wings enveloped her naked body.

Weilai woke up from that erratic sense, she opened her eyes, everything in front of her eyes became brighter, and Tyrion also shook his hand in a timely manner, and a flat mass of ice appeared in front of her eyes, reflecting her face at this time.

That is her self in countless dreams, that is her self that has not yet fallen into the darkness, that is the beautiful face that should have belonged to a 20-year-old young girl, those eyes that have regained their youth, but still have haze , and a body between illusion and flesh and blood, and the pair of black wings extending from the back.

A monkey version of Val'kyr... This is the first time that Tyrion used his own power to reshape a person's soul. Of course, he couldn't make a powerful Val'kyr out of thin air, but he reshaped the soul so that it has Some Val'kyr characteristics can still be achieved.

This is also a big burden for Tyrion, but when the souls purified by him dissipated in the realm of withering, he gave him a lot of useless soul power, which was just used to give rewards from his subordinates.

Bwonsamdi was right...the soul is the most powerful force.

boom

A stack of black robes was thrown in front of Weilai's eyes. Tyrion closed his eyes, not looking at the lady who had recovered her graceful figure, and said softly:

I gave you strength, knowledge, youth and beauty, I did what I promised, now, my Valkyrie, Velai, do for me what you promised...Conquer the kingdom of the sea for me, Conquer...Kul Tiras for me!

Putting on a black robe and folded her wings, Valkyrie Vella bowed her head respectfully and kissed Tyrion's boots. She said softly in a hoarse voice:

I will give my all to your cause, and it is a great honor to conquer this country in your name. Praise be to you, my lord.

No...

With his eyes closed, Tyrion leaned back in his chair, and he corrected Willey:

Our cause...our conquest, and, our...justice.