Azeroth’s Death Track

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The shadow Valgri Agatha came over with a large bag of bottles and jars, and placed it in front of Tyrion. This action made the high lord a little confused. He looked back at the soul healer Anara , the latter shrugged at him.

Don't look at me, you must bring these things, don't ask why!

Tyrion blinked, stretched out his hand to open the package, picked up a bottle containing a black liquid, and shook it in the palm of his hand. The liquid shone with a dark luster, and there were sparks of magical power dancing in it. The great lord frowned:

Shadow Power Protection Potion? This is...concentrated holy water?

All right.

Tyrion threw the two bottles back into the package, looked back at Agatha who was standing with his hips crossed, and asked seriously:

Why?

It's very simple, do you remember the last time I took you through the Shadow Realm?

Agatha reached out and pushed his helmet, and said in a deep voice:

You should remember that feeling. It is a real torture to enter that malicious world with a free attitude without being accepted by the shadow world. Just because you have tyrannical power in the real world does not mean that you are in the shadow world. The power system of the two worlds is completely different, in the outside world, power is the most important thing, but in that world, the soul is the most important.

The soul healer chimed in and said:

In other words, once you follow Yuna into the Realm of Death, the longer you stay with you in that world, the more obvious your power will decline, and that world will reject the power that doesn't belong to it, maybe 10 minutes , maybe an hour, in the process of being assimilated by the realm of death, you always have the most vulnerable time, at that time you are not even as good as a mortal who has no power to restrain a chicken!

The dementors will not let go of this good opportunity to hunt.

Agatha seriously pushed the big bag of things to Tyrion. She put her hands on the table and said seriously:

You must take these things with you. Once you feel something is wrong, ask Yuna to take you out immediately. This is no joke, Tyrion, that world has swallowed too many creatures stronger than you, and no one knows What do you need to do to make the world recognize your existence, it's difficult.

Thank you for your concern.

Tyrion shook his head, he stood up, in the midst of the black fire jumping in the palm of his hand, the apocalypse that had completed self-upgrading appeared in his hand, the pale bone sword with a dark red light in the center cut across the air, sending out With a whistling sound, he held the bone sword in his hand, looked at the two Val'kyr in front of him, and said softly:

But I think I'll be fine with this.

Agatha stared at the bone sword in Tyrion's hand, and after a while, she stubbornly pushed the package forward again:

Apocalypse has no doubts about the killing of spirit bodies, but when you become the weakest, even with Apocalypse's self-defense, it is difficult for you to exert the power that the magic weapon should have. This is what you said... A sword is only as sharp as the one who wields it. In short, bring these things! I'm not kidding you, once you die, my fellow countrymen and I will not live, so it is for us.

Tyrion looked at the package that Val'kyr handed over, and his eyes stayed on the package for a moment. Finally, he stretched out his fingers, and the moment he touched the package, he threw it into the storage ring. nodded:

Okay, but I still have a question. If you are worried about my journey, why don't you come with me? Val'kyr is a pure spirit body, and it should be more convenient for me to move around in the Shadow Realm. You can do it Protect me all the way.

What a nice idea, genius.

Annala sneered, and the eccentric soul healer elongated her voice and said:

We can indeed protect you in the Shadow Realm, but Agatha and I, or any Val'kyr you have given freedom to enter the Shadow Realm, will be sensed by Hela. Don't forget, she is the Realm of Death Your lord, her authority in that world is higher than ours. Although the place Yuna took you to is far away from Hela's hell, no one can say what our crazy elder sister will do.

I don't care about being ambushed. Anyway, as a spirit body, I can still run if I can't beat me, but what about you? Once you are ambushed by Hela in that world, it will be very difficult for you to escape. That is her territory, you Wouldn't take that risk, would you?

Tyrion pursed his lips, then shook his head.

Okay, then I'll go alone... that's right.

The moment he stepped out of the room, he looked back at the two Val'kyr behind him, and said softly:

Help me keep it a secret, okay? Don't let Alleria know that I'm going on an adventure again...I don't want her to worry.

The premise is that you can come back alive, Tyrion, if you die, we can't find someone exactly like you to pretend to be you.

Anara crossed her arms, flapping the wings on the back of the soul healer, watching Tyrion leave without looking back, stepping into the portal to Drustvar, the soul healer turned to look at the silent Wagri Agatha, she asked:

Do you think he will succeed? In my memory, Hela spent nearly ten thousand years trying to enter and integrate that area, but she never succeeded.

I have no idea.

Agatha shook his head, and Val'kyr replied in a daze:

Hela gained control of the Kingdom of Shadows back then with the help of Valagar. As far as I know, Bwonsamdi seems to have become the controller of the Second Hell with the help of external forces, but Tyrion...he Unlike Hela and Bwonsamdi, he has come to this point without relying on any external force, so I can't predict his future, he is weak, so there is a high chance of death, but if he can survive...

Agatha didn't finish speaking, but the soul healer Anala seemed to know what Agatha was going to say, she continued:

He'll be the purest...and maybe the strongest.

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After escaping from the dead, he took the initiative to cross the two worlds again, which sounds somewhat crazy.

But Tyrion did so willingly.

Fully armed, he held Yuna's hand, and let the chattering little ghost lead her into the confluence area of ​​Druswana's shadow world and the real world. Behind him, the digital archdruid of the Blightcaller, Including the Harvest Wizard Ort, the Great Thorn Whisperer Alpha, and the Wolf Caller Ralaire Fangfire, and even the Blightcaller High Patriarch who appeared at this moment in the form of a phantom. The body is still located in the Mount Hyjal lair Moyana Staghelmet in the middle.

The Blightcallers who live in the dark mountains of Drustvar have planted the core of the Seed of Life in this cut-off Emerald Dreamland. This powerful and weird plant life is transforming this corrupted land in its own way. In the Emerald Dreamland, the hell-like scene covered in dark ashes has been completely dispelled. Thanks to the efforts of the Blightcaller druids, this Emerald Dreamland already has the appearance of a land of life.

There are huge rune vines full of vitality everywhere, just like the plants in Quel'Thalas. The seeds of life catalyze the plants on this land, making them more active, representing the existence of the power of life. The halo floats in this holy place, making this slightly dim world as beautiful as stars.

And those forest elves born in the Emerald Dream are the natural caretakers and defenders of this plant forest. They obey the will of the witherers and built many beautiful tree houses in this land of vines. And the crypt, for more and more druids to rest.

The Blightcallers believe that in a few years, this holy land will be no different from the Emerald Dream, and for now, in the Drustvar Mountains, the Blightcaller has become a local orthodox belief, and every month there are Many local humans came here to worship, and those who were talented among them would be absorbed into the Blightcaller Sect.

This druid sect, supported by Tyrion, is secretly developing rapidly... Soon, they will rush out of Drustvar and spread their teachings to the base camp of the Cenarion Council, and to Kali Go to the continent of Muduo... In fact, some radical Blightcallers have sneaked into that land to preach in small boats, and their results have been remarkable.

In the Barrens, some quilboar have converted to the teachings of the Blightcaller. These lost people who have lost their glorious civilization need only a little guidance to become very sincere believers in nature.

It's said, it's just said...the upper echelons of the Blightcaller, the archdruids who came to watch Tyrion enter the realm of death, are still secretly planning an earth-shattering event, which is said to directly shake the rule of the Cenarion Council Basic big thing...but no one knows exactly what they're trying to do until they act.

Go at ease, High Lord.

Harvest Wizard Ort shouted loudly:

We will always monitor the rift in the world. Once there is a large-scale energy shock, we will do our best to maintain it until you and this little girl come back sadly!

Thank you.

Tyrion turned his head and nodded to the archdruids, then patted little Yuna on the head, the latter clenched Tyrion's fingers with cold hands, she looked up at Tyrion, the great lord The majestic armor and weapons seemed to give the little girl some confidence. She looked at the cracks in the world surrounded by black halos. In the cracks where the darkness drifted like mist, under the gaze of Yuna's eyes, A dark road appeared strangely in the mist.

I see 'it', Tyrion.

Yuna said softly, she took a step forward, followed by Tyrion, he didn't see anything...but the moment Yuna stepped into the black mist, the strong and strange energy was moving towards both sides. Spread out sideways, as if welcoming the little ghost home.

The Great Lord Dark Blade has not felt the tense emotion for a long time. At this moment, he stood in front of the crack in the world, took a deep breath like a living person, and then stepped into it, crossing reality and Between the cracks in the Shadow Realm, the symptoms from last time appeared before his eyes again.

The light in front of him seemed to be distorted by an invisible force. The black and white halo blurred everything in his vision, like a feeling of high myopia, and the further he went into it, the The noisy voice in the middle became louder, making his thinking become obscure, and his spirit began to dizzy.

This is not a trouble caused by the weakening of power. Tyrion can feel that although his power is slowly passing away, it still exists. This dizzy and strange sense is obviously imprinted in his thinking by the external environment , it was like the malicious shroud of this world prevented him from entering it in the best condition.

He shook his head, trying to expel that feeling of drunkenness from his mind. Between the intersection of his eyes, he could suddenly see Yuna bouncing around in front of him, and he could vaguely see the little girl's happy smile. The sound, and these fragments were mixed on the shining light walls on both sides of this passage, causing a brief disconnection in his thinking.

As he went deeper into it, the images in his field of vision became intermittent.

The power from the Shadow Realm began to erode his soul, or in other words, the will of that world began to transform his soul, allowing him to complete the conversion between the different systems of the two worlds... This is a completely strange experience.

What's wrong with you, Tyrion?

Yuna, who was bouncing forward in front of her, turned her head and saw the terrible situation of her friend. She hurried over and reached out to grab Tyrion's wrist. The cold touch made Tyrion sober for a moment. He looked back. Go, behind him, the black mist slowly filled the passage when the two came, and the dark path became no longer clear after he stepped on it.

Can you still see the road?

Tyrion suddenly had a very strange dry mouth feeling... But he didn't pay attention to this small detail, but looked at Yuna in front of him seriously, and asked:

Here, can you still take me back?

certainly!

Yuna said bluntly, she blinked and pointed at the black mist behind Tyrion:

The road is right there!

Hearing this, Tyrion turned his head subconsciously, but there was still nothing behind him except for an ominous black halo.

You really are the guide... I guessed right, only you can see that road.

Tyrion wiped Yuna's hair speechlessly. He let out a breath and looked ahead. There seemed to be the entrance of a cave. A gleam of light was shining among the strange black rocks. After the troublesome road between the two worlds, he was finally able to see the landscape of the Shadow Realm.

Is this your home in the Shadow Realm?

Of course, come with me, Tyrion, I'll take you to the place I often play...it's fun.