Azeroth’s Death Track

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The little ghost Yuna is like a naughty little monkey, sitting on the table opposite Tyrion, her cheeks are bulging, she holds a fork in her left hand, and a spoon in her right hand. There is a pot of mushroom and fish soup, which is a special delicious made by Tyrion's personal chef, Mr. Lal, for the ghost lady, and it is specially for the undead who have lost their sense of taste.

The child's appearance of feasting was a little rough, but overall, he was also very cute.

In addition, although Yuna is only small, but this little girl is more than ten times older than Tyrion. You can't judge the age of a spirit body by its appearance, because when they die, The appearance is already fixed.

There is a secret in Yuna, the little blind female ghost. There is no doubt about it. Tyrion believes that this ignorant little girl in front of him will be his guide into the realm of death. The right to belong to the third hell is probably inseparable from the child in front of him.

Simply put, this is a precious key, although Yuna herself may not know it.

Good friend Tyrion, you know what? I haven't had such a delicious soup in a long time.

As Tyrion watched, Yuna put the last of the brightly colored mushrooms into her mouth, wiped her mouth, pulled her hair, and muttered:

Probably since Mom and Dad left, I haven't had a drink. How long has it been? A thousand sunrises and sunsets... two thousand, no, no, no, it's been so long, I can't even count it!

Yuna counted with her fingers for a few seconds, and then gave Tyrion a big smile, but because her eyes were always glazed, the smile looked somewhat weird.

So you've been lonely, haven't you? My little friend Yuna, can you tell me where you're from?

Tyrion asked softly in a tone that spoke to a child:

Friends need to get to know each other. Look, my name is Tyrion Dawnblade. I'm from Quel'Thalas. I'm 315 years old. I'm an elf. What about you?

Elf? What is an elf? Argus doesn't have elves, but we have elves, small ones, very cute!

The little ghost grabbed his hair and chattered a lot, leaving Tyrion wondering how to answer, but soon, Yuna said to herself:

My name is Yuna. I'm an eredar. This year I... er, I don't know. Anyway, I live with my mother and father in the northwest of Mac'Aree's Praetor's Seat. I go to school in the Shadow Garden, and the teacher said that I will definitely become a very powerful mage in the future! Or a priest! Yuna is super powerful!

While talking, this chirping little ghost stood on the chair and waved her fingers. In the spirit state, with the waving of her fingers, groups of blue light spots unique to ghosts sprinkled in the air, looking really beautiful.

Argus, little Yuna, what do you mean, in your memory, Argus hasn't been destroyed by demons yet?

Tyrion's eyes narrowed. If what Yuna said is true, it means that this humble little ghost in front of him probably died before the world of Argus was destroyed by the evil energy of the dark titan Sargeras. died.

That's... 25,000 years ago.

No~

The little ghost spread his hands and said to Tyrion:

On the day Mom and Dad left, Yuna was playing with Nuer at home, and Dad told Yuna to hide in the room and not come out. He and Mom were going to fight scary monsters, but Yuna waited for a long time, and Mom and Dad didn't come back. , and then Yuna was very tired, so she hugged Nuer and fell asleep... When Yuna woke up...

Yuna lowered her head sadly, she stroked her eyes:

When Yuna woke up, she couldn't see, she couldn't see the light, there was only darkness in front of her eyes, and there were many screams, they, mom and dad's friends, Una's uncles and aunts, they seemed to be very scared ...it seems that some very scary monsters are chasing them.

Having said that, Yuna waved her hands and screamed excitedly:

Una tried to help them, but they couldn't hear Yuna, Yuna shouted at them as hard as she could, but they couldn't hear... Then, then Argus became very quiet, Yuna thought Go to Yueying Garden to find the teacher, the teacher will always protect us, but Yuna met an ugly monster!

The little ghost scratched its face, as if it wanted to imitate the ferocity of the monster, but a child made such a movement, it was like making a grimace.

Yuna was eaten...but it didn't hurt at all, and then Yuna had a long dream, when Yuna woke up again...

The little ghost shook her head, she looked at Tyrion:

Yuna heard the voice of her good friend Tyrion! You are the only one who can hear Yuna in such a long time.

She happily jumped off the chair, staggered when she landed, but quickly got up, ran to Tyrion's hand, and held the hand of the great lord. She was like a docile kitten, leaning against Tyrion's hand:

It's still dark! Una can't see anything, but at least we're together now, Yuna and good friend Tyrion, we're just temporarily lost, right? We just... don't know where we are What, right? Tyrion?

There is a trace of fear in Yuna's childish voice, which cannot be concealed. Even though she has lived in the form of a ghost for tens of thousands of years, her mind is still a child. After experiencing the infection of the realm of death, in that grotesque world After the horror of being captured by dementors, it was hard not to feel fear.

And Yuna's question still went deep into Tyrion's heart. The little ghost lost his way home, and Tyrion was the one who was lost between the dead and the living. His subordinates are full of confidence in front of him, but in his heart, he is still not sure where his future lies.

Yuna was right, he got lost too.

The great lord reached out and wiped Yuna's head. The little ghost raised her head and blinked her godless eyes. She seemed to feel her friend's emotions. She whispered:

Are you sad too? Tyrion, did Yuna say the wrong thing?

No, child.

The great lord couldn't help laughing, he wasn't vulnerable enough to be comforted by a child, he patted little Yuna on the head, straightened her hair, and said:

Everything will be fine, whether it's you or me... By the way, can you tell me how you entered the Shadow Realm?

Shadow Realm? What is that place?

Yuna asked with a blank face:

Yuna didn't know about the Shadowlands, but when Tyrion killed that monster, Yuna did go to another place, that place was very strange, there was light, and there was sound... that sound was always in Yuna's ears It was talking inside, but Yuna didn't know what it was talking about, and there were some ugly monsters chasing Yuna, Yuna wanted to ask a friend for help, and then came to you!

sound?

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, he picked up Yuna and held him in his arms, he asked softly:

What is that voice telling you? Can you tell me?

Of course! Tyrion is Yuna's good friend!

The little ghost held the arm of the great lord affectionately, and she said word by word:

That voice told me...

If you don't wear the crown, you will definitely not be able to defeat the darkness. This is the rule...

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When he heard these words, the death energy around Tyrion exploded at this moment, just like a beast that had encountered a severe threat was making an instinctive counterattack.

Those words were spoken by Yuna, but in Tyrion's ears, the lively voice of the little ghost suddenly changed into an emotionless and indifferent voice at that moment. There was even an illusion of a black sun in his vision, it was like a pure black eye, when it looked directly at it, the whole body of the high lord became stiff.

Tyrion? Tyrion? What's wrong with you?

Yuna's voice seemed to resound in the sky, and that voice quickly brought Tyrion's consciousness back to the real world. He looked at the little ghost in his arms in a daze, and the next moment, Tyrion's fingers clenched tightly.

He can now be 100% sure that these words were brought to him by the consciousness of the realm of death transferred to Yuna...

This child is indeed a guide, but it is not a guide that simply leads Tyrion to the realm of death, but a guide that the consciousness of the realm of death uses to locate himself.

Just now, that world saw him again, and sent an invitation to him again.

crown?

Tyrion savored the word, he said doubtfully:

What is a crown?

Yuna doesn't know either.

Seeing that Tyrion was safe and sound, the little ghost immediately became happy again, but after a while, she leaned into Tyrion's arms and said with a little dejection:

Oh, if only Yuna could see things clearly, it's always dark here... If Yuna could see things, she would be able to find the Crown by herself.

Hearing this sentence, Tyrion's eyes suddenly narrowed. A careless remark from the little ghost made him realize... Facing the puzzle left by the realm of death, he might have some clues.

The appearance of this little ghost is definitely not accidental. Just because she can freely enter and leave the realm of death, it means that Yuna must bear some kind of mission. This mission is likely to solve the mystery of the realm of death. Key factor.

Let's go, little girl.

After a few minutes of thinking, Tyrion stood up and put the little girl in his arms on the ground. He took Yuna's hand and said softly:

There is nothing wrong with your eyes, you can't see the picture in front of you, it's just the darkness covering your eyes, so now... let us help you find a ray of light to illuminate the darkness.

Of course, before we leave, there is one more thing.

Tyrion moved his shoulders, and he said in a deep voice:

Agatha!

exist!

Val'kyr, wearing a Valkyrie helmet, slowly emerged from the darkness behind Tyrion. She put the glowing spear in her hand on the ground, then lowered her head, waiting for Tyrion's order.

You go to Northrend. The Coldwind Commando is under your command for the time being. Search for the traces of Arthas Menethil throughout the northern continent. After you find him, report him immediately. I will rush to him as quickly as possible. past.

As ordered.

Val'kyr glanced at the little ghost Yuna who was staying beside Tyrion with his eyes wearing a half-face helmet. The latter sensed the breath of a stranger, and couldn't help but grabbed Tyrion's wrist, hiding his body Behind Tyrion.

Don't be afraid, child.

Tyrion stroked Yuna's hair and whispered:

This is a friend.

oh.

Yuna poked her head out and waved to Agatha:

Hi, I'm Yuna, a friend of Tyrion's.

Val'kyr nodded, showed a blunt smile to Yuna, then took a step back, and slowly disappeared into the darkness. The great lord picked up Yuna, put it on his shoulder, and walked outside the mansion .

Let's go, little girl, I'll take you to meet my daughters, you will become good friends, I promise.

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World of Draenor, Shattrath City.

This is the only city in this small world that is still controlled by living people. Today, when Dark Blade's rule over Draenor is becoming more and more stable, those exiles who cannot tolerate the system established by the undead exist in this increasingly In the larger city, under the protection of the Holy Light Naruadal, he lived his own life.

But where there are more people, various trends of thought and conflicts become more acute. In today's city of Shattrath, exiles of all races add up to more than 1.2 million people. The situation in the main city can be better, but in the slums where the exiles gather, almost every block is ruled by sects with different ideas.

Some people are addicted to the fragile peace, some people just want to bury their heads and live their own lives, and some people are not willing to be taken away from the world by the undead. They are brewing counterattacks again and again, but unfortunately, Every jihad that those rangers who lack cohesion and effective command rush out just provide new soldiers for the Dark Blade Legion.

The Darkblade's captive program on Draenor has been a real success.

Yuna, don't be afraid, come with me!

Dornan was wearing a small safari suit and was running fast in Naru Square. Behind her, the little ghost that appeared in front of others for the first time seemed a little frightened, but she still searched for the sound in a floating way. , followed closely behind his new friend.

And farther away, Tyrion in casual clothes pulled down his cowboy hat. He didn't come to Shattrath City in an official capacity, and he didn't want to cause tension among the officials here.

This is the brightest beam of light on Draenor! That's what Dad told us to find...

Dornan stood panting in front of the light beam of the Holy Light Naru Adar. She pointed to the jigsaw naru floating in mid-air that exuded holy light and voice, and shouted loudly:

A'dal can dispel all darkness, and it sings beautifully. Come, Yuna, stand by my side!

Under Dornan's urging, the little ghost Yuna quietly appeared behind her, she stared at the Holy Light Naru in the mid-air with her dull eyes, and while Yuna stared at Adal, The Holy Light Naru, whose mind is immersed in another dimension, seems to feel this kind of gaze. Its jigsaw body moves slowly, and amidst the brisk singing, it also casts its gaze on the little ghost beside Dornan.

And at the moment when the eyes of the two met, Yuna suddenly covered her eyes and let out a cry of pain:

What is that! The light in the dark, Yuna saw it...but it's so bright! It's so dazzling! Yay! It's too bright, too bright! Ahhh!

The little ghost's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. Dornan was anxious to catch Yuna who was running around for a long time, and Tyrion also stepped forward nervously. Shengguang Naru seemed to be aware of it. Like something, a warm holy light tried to envelope the little ghost running around.

But the next moment, Yuna waved her hands and threw herself back into the Shadow Realm, as if she appeared out of thin air, and then disappeared in place out of thin air.

Fu... Isn't it Holy Light?

Tyrion watched this scene, he shook his head, waved to Dornan who was a little worried, and was about to take his daughter away, behind him, Shengguang Naru made a series of light sounds, a A gentle voice sounded in Tyrion's heart:

Lord Darkblade, that little girl... I can feel a unique aura on her body, that dangerous and cold aura, what are you... planning?

Tyrion didn't look back, but just waved back:

This has nothing to do with you, Adal...don't ask too much.