Azeroth’s Death Track

The voice of the Lich King, the ruler of the great glacier and the commander of thousands of undead, is as low and sneaky as ever, just like it was in another world a few years ago. When this voice sounds, it is hard not to Think of conspiracy or something.

He is such a person, with sufficient wisdom, superb skills and strength, but always lacks a little bit of determination, and there is also a trace of indelible greed and selfishness in his bones.

He can be called a qualified leader, but not great, let alone the best.

When faced with an important decision, he will always show hesitation, will be disturbed by many external factors, and even make some decisions that should not be made, thus ruining his future, just like in the world of Draenor.

However, everyone will grow, especially after experiencing such a terrible and heavy disaster, he should also learn something, and he should also be changed...Of course, this has a premise.

You don't seem to be surprised that I came here?

Tyrion calmly stood on the circular platform in front of the Frozen Throne. He looked at the ghost frozen in the ice on the throne. He had no body, but he could feel the ghost with the great lord's keen senses. The existence of the old orc is very similar to the appearance when we parted. The ghost of the old orc was imprisoned in the ice, staring at him with those tired eyes.

Or is it that your purpose of luring Alsace to come here is to lure me here?

The great lord's black cloak fluttered behind him, and he asked:

It seems that you have something to say to me, or that you have already planned the ending for me?

No!

The voice of the Lich King sounded, and he replied in a categorical negative:

It's not me. There are other beings who want you to come here. They brought an order from another powerful being, but it's not for me, but for you.

Unfortunately, according to the request of that great man, your cursed life... will end today.

swish

After the Lich King's words fell, the cold magic power contained in the Icecrown Citadel exploded, forcibly sealing off the space around the entire open-air platform, like a closed arc-shaped cage, letting the light from the dark sky beyond the wind and snow Distortions have appeared, which is the performance of energy penetrating space. In this level of energy conflict, the space door in the conventional sense cannot be opened.

This is the cold magic power absorbed by the entire Icecrown Fortress from the underground of the Great Glacier. Unless Tyrion's strength is strong enough to crush the entire Ten Thousand Years Great Glacier with one blow, he will not be able to use the ability similar to teleportation to leave here.

In other words, he was stuck.

And at the moment Tyrion was trapped, eight shadow Valkyries headed by Anhelder showed their figures from all directions on the circular platform. Holding the death burial spears, behind their soul bodies are a pair of black light wings spread out, which look extremely heavy, and the chill that is exuded from them is indescribable.

That is the breath from the abyss of Hell, in other words, it is the breath from hell.

hum

As Hela's most trusted and most powerful leader of the Shadow Valkyries, Anhelder, this Val'kyr with a single ponytail behind the helmet pointed his burial spear at Tyrion standing in the center of the ring platform. , she announced in an indifferent and dead voice:

Tyrion Dawnblade, an ignorant and reckless man, a madman who despises death! You have daringly destroyed the plans of the Goddess of Hell several times, and you have colluded with the vile heretic Bwonsamdi to try to overthrow the rule of His Majesty Hela , Heinous crime, today...in the name of the goddess, I will sentence you...to death!

Your soul will be thrown into the sin brazier and burned for ten thousand years! And your dead bones will serve Queen Hela as a sinner until your sins are paid!

Now, sinner! Get down on your knees... and ask Queen Hela for forgiveness!

This series of accusations did not change Tyrion's face even a bit. He just stood there and quietly listened to the accusations announced by the Val'kyr. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and used his ice blue Looking directly at Anhelder with his eyes, he looked at the Valkyrie who was about the same size as Agatha, but stronger and stronger, and he said softly:

What if I say no?

Anhalder took a step forward expressionlessly:

I will persuade you with arms and pain until you... change your mind.

hehe

Tyrion stretched out his left hand, and a black flame was burning in his palm. Against the background of the strange flame, a slightly ferocious smile appeared on Tyrion's skinny cheek:

I mean... what if the other part of me says no?

I don't understand what you're talking about! Sinner, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore! Sisters, follow me and take this sinner's soul back to the abyss of Hell!

Anhelder waved his fingers forward, and the remaining 13 Valkyries rushed towards Tyrion, who was standing in the center of the platform, holding their weapons. The latter shrugged, and the black flame in his left hand swelled violently. Within 1 second, a long sword wrapped in raging black flames appeared in his hand, and Tyrion took a step forward, his hoarse voice echoing in this distorted dark space.

Okay, okay...you guys earned it for yourselves...enjoy it.

boom

Anhelder, who was the fastest to charge, just swung the death burial spear when she felt the whistling blade rushing towards her face. With the light feathers all over her body shining, a dark storm hit the sharp blade in front of her. Sensing a faint threat, she slowed down a bit in her charge, and the next moment, the pale light was torn apart by the black flames.

It was like a scorching sun rising in black and white, and the energy storm burst out from the collision of huge and icy soul energy made the Shadow Valkyrie close her eyes subconsciously, and she retreated rapidly, but amidst the howling wind, An Hilder heard the screams of his companions... like a dying little beast that had fallen into a trap.

Relying on her powerful fighting instincts, the Valkyrie swung the several soul spikes that hit her to the sides while waving the spear in her hand. Judging from the trembling strength from the spear, these spikes have a powerful effect on the spirit body. Nearly devastating destructive power.

This sudden riot of soul power also wiped away the thick snow on this platform, and it used an explosive counterattack to wrap those Valkyries in a black rolling and burning like liquid. In the sea of ​​fire, it was the phantom of the power of the soul compressed to the extreme, a power that should not appear in the hands of flesh and blood creatures.

In Anhelder's heart, this level of power will only appear in the hands of Queen Hela, who controls the entire abyss of Hell, or the abominable heretic Bwonsamdi. Only their tough and unique souls can bear such a burden. The oppression of the power of the soul.

The Valkyrie felt the tide of black fire rolling towards her, she screamed and stabbed the spear in her hand fiercely into the ice, the pale power stretched out in front of her eyes, like a thick The light shield blocked the billowing black flames from the light shield, and the Lich King also swayed his power in silence, helping Anhelder to make the light shield more solid.

It wasn't until this time that the Shadow Valkyrie had time to look up at the battlefield in the center of the platform. This sight made her heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

Tyrion, who lifted his black hood, was stepping on the waist of a Valkyrie who was severely burned by the black fire. Between the black fire floating around him, two Valkyrie had already fallen on the cold platform. Their chests and waists all had horrible wounds that were torn and pierced, and Val'kyr was incorporeal. They were creatures that existed entirely as spirit bodies. The appearance of such wounds could only prove that their souls got really hurt.

And in Tyrion's hand, he was holding a strange shaped long sword. The weapon was different from all orthodox long swords. It was like the spine of some kind of creature was pulled out abruptly, and then copied It was divided into two parts, and twisted together with a strange force. At the top of the white bone sword, there were two curved and sharp bone spurs.

On both sides of the spine-like bone blade, there are sharp bone thorns. Even the hilt of the long sword is made of eerie bones, and on the hilt, there is a shrunken demon The head is like a skull that has been completely stripped of flesh and blood. In the black eye sockets, there are also black and red rays of light shining like blood.

It doesn't look like a weapon at all, it looks like a weird thing specially used to scare people, but in the hands of Tyrion, it is indeed a powerful weapon. When Tyrion flipped his wrist, the blade The big sharp bone spurs at the front end seem to have their own life, slowly closing together between humming and whistling, and between the two bone spurs, a light blade composed entirely of soul energy is slowly being formed.

Sharp, deadly, and eerie.

He looked at the Valkyrie who was trampled under his feet, the poor lady was scorched half of her body by the black fire representing the power of the soul, such violent soul fire can be called a real killer for a pure spirit body, Terry Ang looked at the struggling young lady, he stretched out his hand, pulled off the black winged helmet on her face, and threw it aside, he gently stroked the smooth cheek of the Valkyrie with his fingers, under the fearful gaze of the Valkyrie , Tyrion said softly:

Son...Hella's enslavement to you is over...From today on, your name, your soul, everything about you...belongs to me.

Don't be afraid, this will be a little... painful!

puff

The terrifying long sword like a bone spur pierced the struggling Valkyrie's heart from top to bottom. There was no blood in the spirit body, but in Anhelder's eyes, she could clearly see that the soul power in her compatriots was being suppressed. The strange bone sword wrapped in black flames quickly absorbed.

It's like a greedy monster devouring poor prey.

monster!

Anhelder hadn't been so angry for tens of thousands of years. Of course, she hadn't been so afraid for tens of thousands of years. She and the remaining Valkyrie clenched their weapons tightly. Just one attack cost them all. It seems that Hela made a serious mistake in assessing Tyrion's strength, or... After the last meeting, Tyrion's strength has been horribly improved again in this short period of time. improvement.

Of course, the Val'kyr would rather believe that all these changes were due to the strange bone sword in Tyrion's hand.

Honestly, I don't really want to use it.

The great lord threw the weak and seriously injured Wa'kyr under his feet. He shook the bone sword in his hand and looked at the dark red light blade shining endlessly between the bone spurs at the front end of the bone sword. On the light blade, there were several The undead runes were trembling endlessly. Under the control of Tyrion's will, the undead runes on the light blade were constantly changing. On this new long sword, the combinations of runes with different effects were rapidly changing.

He stood this strange, ugly bone sword in front of his eyes. Through the sharp blade, he looked at the Val'kyr under the Frozen Throne who were holding their weapons vigilantly. He said softly:

This sword is very bad, it is rebellious, it is a complete bastard, even after it recognizes me as master, it will greedily retain every pierced soul, this is its nature.

But anyway, this ugly thing is still very useful for dealing with you spirits without bodies... And you are just the beginning, ladies and sisters...

Tyrion pointed the blade of the bone sword at the Val'kyr in front of him, and he said in a harsh voice:

One day, Hela will see it with her own eyes. I hope... that ugly crazy woman won't be intimidated.

Madman!

Anhelder screamed, and looking back at the ice on the Frozen Throne, she yelled:

Lich King, don't forget Queen Hela's gift...we need your power! Now!

boom

Huge and incomparable death energy and dark magic power erupted at the same time, slamming into Tyrion Dawnblade in front of him with overwhelming power, and the Val'kyr also followed the Lich King's burst of power Rush towards the Darkblade Highlord.

And when that power erupted, Tyrion suddenly lowered the bone sword in his hand. He had no defense at all, but asked loudly:

So, Ner'zhul! Tell me, what did Hela give you?

Freedom! That arrogant queen gave me freedom... She thought I would obediently become her watchdog!

The moment the Lich King's voice responded, the huge death energy and dark magic that hit Tyrion suddenly rolled back, and gathered on the platform in front of Tyrion into a roaring energy storm like a maelstrom. Gather all the 5 Val'kyr who were caught off guard, and this sudden blow made those Val'kyr dizzy.

Tyrion moved his shoulders, and black flames surged from his palm and wrapped around the long sword in his hand. He looked at the writhing Val'kyr in the sky, and said softly:

Look, our Hela is so cute and silly, she thinks she is kind enough to give you freedom...

But, if you want to be free, what's the use?