Azeroth’s Death Track

Tyrion has said to his subordinates more than once that the premise of cooperation is sacrifice, and only sacrifice can bring mutual trust and cooperation between the two parties. This kind of sacrifice can be material, giving each other precious items in exchange; it It can also be on the spiritual level, compromising one's own views to achieve a state where both parties seek common ground while reserving differences.

But one thing is very important, when looking for cooperation, you must ensure that what you give is what the other party needs...otherwise it will turn into a dilemma at this time.

The Lich King mobilized his huge soul power and the cold magic power in the entire black spire, trapped the dizzy Val'kyr who were hit by heavy energy in the energy storm, and the Lord of the Dark Blade suddenly got up , flashed into the energy storm in front of him like lightning.

With great leisure, he pierced the long sword wrapped in black fire into the chests of Val'kyr one after another, just like the God of Reaper walking around to harvest souls in Xinting.

The cooperation between him and the Lich King is seamless. Those Valkyrie never expected that the Lich King who helped them just now would sell them off in a blink of an eye. This kind of betrayal of cooperation is impossible. Unexpectedly, they couldn't imagine why the Lich King chose to cooperate with Tyrion, and they didn't know the stories that happened between the two.

And the only Shadow Valkyrie Anhelder who could break free from this double blow screamed to save her companions, but amidst Tyrion's deep laughter, her companions died in battle faster than she imagined, Being able to become the leader of Val'kyr proved that Anhelder had his own determination. Seeing that everything was about to collapse, the Valkyrie gritted her teeth and forcibly tore apart the barrier between the two worlds.

However, the moment she jumped into the Shadow Realm, Agatha, who had been in ambush for a long time, yelled, flew up, and kicked her in the chest, kicking the unprepared Anhelder back to the real world again, and landed again. Into the energy storm, she couldn't control her body. When she felt the cold breath approaching quickly, she wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

puff

The sharp blade pierced Anhelder's chest from behind, and the last enemy was captured, allowing the Lich King to calm the storm of energy in the sky.

Anhelder was embraced by Tyrion in a very ambiguous posture, and slowly landed on the circular platform. At the moment when her soul's vision began to blur, she heard Tyrion and the Lich Wang's exchange:

Ner'zhul, happy cooperation...

Pleasant cooperation...Tyrion...my old friend.

clang

Anhelder's burial spear fell weakly on the ice. She raised her head with difficulty, and saw her companions. In her blurred vision, the black wings on the back of those companions had turned back into Pale, symbolizing freedom, and they, one by one, half-kneeled behind Tyrion, as if kneeling to their... new leader.

Ah, Hela... I... I'm finally... going to be free.

Curse you!

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This is not the first time Tyrion has smashed the connection between the Shadow Val'kyr and Helldeep.

This work requires a very delicate technique at the beginning, and any action at the soul level needs to be very delicate. Once the soul core of the Val'kyr is destroyed, the spirit bodies of these Valkyries will become very unstable.

After all, they were made by the original titan guardians. The nature of these spirits cannot be explained by today's magic civilization. In other words, every Val'kyr is a boutique toy, and it is difficult to repair it if it is broken. Unless Tyrion can obtain the mysterious knowledge that the Guardian Odin hid in the sky fortress Valagar.

But no matter how complicated the work is, it's one time and two times. In less than ten minutes, the soul locks of the seven Val'kyr except Anhelde were all shattered, and according to Agatha, Anhelde Hundreds of thousands of years ago, he was the most trusted lieutenant of the eldest sister of the Sea Witch, Hela. Therefore, the soul lock in the soul of this powerful shadow Valkyrie leader took Tyrion more time to unlock.

Go, take your compatriots back to Stormwind City first...

Tyrion looked at Agatha, who was hugging the sleeping Anhelde in the posture of a princess, and he said to his Val'kyr:

Let Anara heal her, and the rest will wait for me to go back.

Thank you for everything you do for my fellow man...

Agatha expressed his sincere gratitude to Tyrion. Although Tyrion no longer needs to use the soul contract to unlock the soul locks of the Val'kyr, it is still a heavy burden for the great lord. .

Tyrion patted her on the shoulder, then held the wooden box wrapped in chains, and watched the Val'kyr walk into the Shadow Realm.

Behind him, the Lich King, sealed in the ice, whispered:

It's amazing, look at these Val'kyr, pure spirit creatures...just like me, but they have something I don't have, freedom...what an enviable form.

kuang

The wooden box in Tyrion's hand was on the ice. He looked at the Lich King's ice and said:

But what do you want it for? Freedom...freedom is nothing but an illusion that gets in our way!

boom

The wooden box in Tyrion's hand suddenly shattered, and the dark blue Frostmourne floated in the air in front of the two of them. Tyrion looked at the sword and said in a deep voice:

Alsace, you want him to get this sword, you want him to be your carrier, so that you can regain your freedom...Ner'zhul, tell me that the orc who was willing to step into hell was completely depraved Did you feel satisfied just killing an Archimonde?

Facing Tyrion's questioning, the Lich King was silent, and a few seconds later, the ghost trapped in the ice let out a deep sigh.

No, I'm not satisfied...

Look at me now, Tyrion, I'm a ghost without a body, living in this ice that confines me and protects me, my will can span every corner of the world, but what's the point Woolen cloth?

My existence has been wiped from all levels. There is no more orc named Ner'zhul, no more shaman who is willing to give everything for the recovery of the race, no more... What is the use of my freedom? Tyrion, I chose Arthas only because he is very suitable for holding Frostmourne, that's all, Frostmourne needs a sword bearer!

And I, I have never forgotten the agreement between you and me. I am very satisfied with Archimonde's death. I am very much looking forward to the end of the fraudster... And I also know that you will not let me down.

The Lich King's voice sank, and Lord Darkblade closed his eyes slightly. After a while, he nodded.

Yes, that's why I'm here, my friend. But Arthas, and those young men, I don't allow you to look for a sword-bearer among them. They occupy an important place in my plan. s position.

What an excessive request!

The Lich King's voice became a little irritable, but soon he calmed down. Between the ice cubes, this ghost was observing Tyrion from his own perspective, and he said:

However, it's not impossible to discuss... Tell me about your plan, about the fraudster's trap.

There was a gleam of light in Tyrion's narrowed eyes. He rubbed his chin and said softly:

Have you seen Tichondrius? The dreadlord lord who was sent back here to recuperate.

Of course, I'm still curious, why isn't that idiot dead yet?

Ner'zhul said with a trace of hatred:

When it was sent back, there was only half of its life left. If it can escape the light you used to kill Archimonde, I don't believe it, so there is only one explanation, someone is secretly helping it , and... and I also found a little bit weird, in the soul of the dread demon king, I felt a little incongruity, as if... as if there was a parasite in its soul.

Huh? What did you say?

Tyrion's expression changed, and then he heard the Lich King's hesitant answer:

Oh, that might just be my hallucination, I could still feel it when it was first sent back, but in the next few days, that incongruity is slowly disappearing, and when it returns to the stars, its The soul seems to be fully restored, and it has returned to that disgusting posture.

That's good.

Hearing what the Lich King said, Tyrion felt relieved. The soul strength of the ghost in front of him is almost the most powerful in Azeroth. In addition, Ner'zhul's soul was handed by the fraudster. Transformation, if Ner'zhul can't see the changes in Tichondrius' soul, it means that something implanted in the soul of the dread demon king will not be so easy to find.

What I want to say is the dreaded demon kings. They are the lackeys of the fraudsters. I used some special methods to send some important news to the dreaded demon kings. They are now searching all over the world. Very important stuff, and once they find that stuff, fraudsters won't sit idly by.

Tyrion described his plan to the Lich King in a low tone:

He will come to Azeroth himself to supervise the actions of the dreadlords looking for holy objects. Those things are very important, so he will not give them away, and once he enters this world... under the threat of the dark blade , he will definitely rely heavily on you, don't forget, with our joint efforts, the current Scourge is still loyal to the Burning Legion...

You will lead him into the trap I prepared for him with your own hands, Ner'zhul, such vengeance, such joy in stabbing a fraudster in the back, the joy of watching him fall into the endless abyss... .I assure you, Ner'zhul, my friend, I assure you, you can accomplish the revenge you desire with your own hands, you can see the fraudster beg for mercy on his knees, and I know that you will cruelly refuse him!

Tyrion's voice was full of viciousness and cunning, just like a real villain. He walked to the front of the Frozen Throne, stretched out his hand, and put his hand on the icy ice. a piece of armor, he whispered:

Right now, the only thing I'm not sure about...are you the kind of Avenger I need? Ner'zhul, are you?

Silence...a long silence.

A few minutes later, a long sigh sounded from the open-air throne, and Ner'zhul's voice echoed in the bone-chilling wind:

Ah, I really want to stab Frostmourne into the heart of the fraudster with my own hands... That is my lifelong long-cherished wish, what a pity... It's a pity that I can no longer do it.

Tyrion, my friend, will everything you say really come true?

certainly!

The great lord clasped his fingers and tapped a few times on the cold ice. He said in a deep voice:

I promise! You can see with both eyes, my friend, and, have I ever let you down?

I need you now to bury all the hatred, all the past, the humiliation, the pain, all that was taken from you by the fraudsters, I need you to bury them, in the deepest part of my heart, I I want you to wait patiently, I want you to be the most loyal servant of the fraudster, until that day, I will give you the chance to release them all!

You just need to remember that our goals are the same. Although the roads we are on are different, they are just the same. There are many heroes walking on the same road as you. Cowardly mortals cannot understand our sacrifices, but this It doesn't matter, we will know for ourselves that my career, all of this, and those sacrifices are all worth it.

Wait, understand?

Tyrion stood up, and he shook the restless Apocalypse in his hand. After the sword broke through the shackles of itself with the help of Archimonde's soul, it desperately hoped to meet its brother again, and now, Frostmourne was suspended in front of the Frozen Throne, and Apocalypse had been humming restlessly, as if demonstrating against Frostmourne.

But Frostmourne was very silent, it was just suspended in the cold air, spinning slowly, without saying a word...

Well, the sword itself doesn't talk...it's not as loud as Apocalypse.

I am leaving, Ner'zhul, old friend, and we may not see each other again for a long time.

Tyrion turned around, and the strange bone sword Apocalypse disappeared in his hand while the black fire was beating, and he said without looking back:

Help me watch the situation of the storm cliff, tell me as soon as you have any news...I look forward to our next meeting...

Bye now...

Tyrion's figure disappeared on the large platform on the top floor of the black spire. In the air behind him, the dark and cold wind and snow slowly drifted down from the dark sky again, as if to cover this large platform in an endless accumulation. in the snow.

Frostmourne slowly floated in front of the throne, and the invisible soul of the Lich King was like a hand brushing against a cold blade.

Should we trust him? Frostmourne?

I know...you want to have a sword-bearer, you are not willing to be compared to your brother, I know...don't worry...don't worry, I will find you a good master... .I swear...