Azeroth’s Death Track

I'm a vrykul...

I was born in Stormy Fjord, and I am the most powerful warrior in the Dragon Clan. In my hometown, when I was still alive, I followed the powerful and tyrannical King Ymiron on an expedition to the Grizzly Hills... .there are many savage and powerful bearmen, and their gods...

I have seen the most beautiful aurora in the polar regions. I have also walked on a barren land. I have seen elves in the hills with my own eyes. I have also seen dragons soaring in the sky and burning everything with flames...

I'm dead...

My soul yearns to enter the great Hall of Valor, but not everyone can enjoy the glory of promotion... I finally came here, this land of eternal darkness, where the sun is never seen, and there is no relief...

I'm... wait, I'm not, I'm not this vrykul! It's just...an illusion!

hum

The chaotic thinking of the great lord is like a fog covering the soul. He moves forward in a daze, not knowing whether the phantom in the soul is real or not, but every moment before being swallowed by the chaotic and complicated fog of the soul, Tyrion His cold consciousness will call him back.

But even so, under the current circumstances, he could only maintain a moment of sobriety.

He tried his best to move his icy body. This kind of coldness was generated from both ends of the soul and body at the same time. He raised his hands tremblingly. Outside the fresh skin, there was a layer of frost visible to the naked eye. It is lingering, it is black frost and snow, it is black thin ice, it looks like it is going to cover him completely.

Tyrion no longer knows how many dementors he has accepted in his body, but from his chaotic thinking at this time and the flickering memories like watching lights, he can probably judge that it must be an extreme Terrible numbers.

He turned his head back with difficulty, the darkness that covered his vision had disappeared, and he could easily see the faraway scenery of this land, as if there were two different perspectives, one belonged to him, and the other belonged to those chaotic consciousness.

The arrival of every Soul Eater will share the light and knowledge of this world for him, a large map is quickly filled in his mind, and the endless secrets buried in this barren land are also based on this A way of assimilation remained in his mind.

Soon, this land of no man will have no secrets for him.

This is a part of surrender, a part of an ordinary soul's ascension...Those strange deaths, the illusions and memories about death carried by those dementors, in the rapid and non-stop accumulation, about The once big and vague concept of death is becoming clearer little by little.

During this moment of sobriety, he could feel that the power of the soul in his body was increasing at a terrifying speed. This was only a quantitative change, but if it continued like this, his soul would soon enter the real Qualitative change, those dementors dissolved in his body, blending his own soul into his soul, this is a process of dedication and acceptance.

But this is also a test process.

What the soul fusion brings is not only the strength of the soul, but also the memories and consciousness of different souls, those emotional imprints that are not very strong but hard to remove, are rapidly accumulating in his soul like the flow of water from outside .

It's like a jar being filled quickly, once the jar is filled and the flow of water from outside is still there, there's only one result...

ah!

The great lord grasped his bulging forehead with cold hands, and his own consciousness was eliminating these foreign memories at the fastest speed, but the speed of this reduction was far behind the speed of filling.

Tyrion half-kneeled in pain on the desolate and dead land, layers of fog-like cold dark power shrouded the body of the high lord like cobwebs, just like the strange oil-like layer outside the dementor. The viscous substance is also covering his armor bit by bit. Obviously, this is the superposition of power, but it is also the beginning of assimilation.

With Tyrion's insight, it is not difficult for him to realize that once his body is completely covered by these black oily substances, he will be transformed into a death ghost similar to a dementor, but stronger than a dementor. The creatures of the world... Maybe he will become the lord of this dead world. In a sense, this can be regarded as successfully winning the crown.

But this is not what the great lord wants... He can't abandon the people behind him, he can't abandon his feelings, he can't abandon his relatives and lovers, he can't just be completely isolated from this world and become the king of another world ... Such power, he is not rare!

hum

The cold earth was torn apart between Tyrion's ten fingers, but this weak external pain could not alleviate his current situation, and some ignorant memories began to surface in his mind, Tyrion knew... I'm going to lose again.

At the moment before his unclear thinking was about to completely fall into the fog of the soul, the high lord gritted his teeth and gave the final order to his body.

Looking for Yuna... looking for a guide.

After the fog of death covering the road ahead was completely dispelled, Tyrion could clearly sense Yuna's position, and after understanding the meaning and threat of the crown, the high lord also had a certain understanding of the guide. deeper understanding.

The little ghost Yuna is definitely not just the guide who brought him into this world... She is the only link between the assimilated Tyrion and the present world. If the guide back home, he will stay here forever.

This is probably the real test given to Tyrion by the ruler of the Realm of Death... The premise is that if there is really a ruler in this huge Realm of Death.

I really don't know how Hella and Bwonsamdi got the management rights of their hell... If they also went through the trial of finding the crown like Tyrion, then they The guide... and who is it?

I'm a night elf, I remember my name...my name...what's my name?

The fog of the mind once again obscured the will of the great lord, just like a drowning person struggling to find a way out in the raging sea, but after the mind was closed, the body of the great lord continued to follow his orders, and continued to move toward the place where Yuna was. direction forward.

Even the great lord himself doesn't know the power contained in this body now, and on this vast wilderness, his footsteps are getting heavier and heavier, just like thunder. Rolling behind him, and the black soul fire burning on his body, like a giant dark beast trekking in the wilderness, that panicked power changed the color of this dead world, and the surging The flames are more like a storm that gathers and disperses.

Looking carefully, there are some black phantoms besides the flame that seems to burn everything...

Their faces are distorted, like evil spirits bound in hell, screaming endlessly under the extreme pain, trying to get out of this cage, but the shackles from the soul of the great lord killed them trapped in that black flame, and save from his mercy they will never be freed.

That is true? Or a false illusion?

This question is meaningless, at least for the current Tyrion, it is meaningless.

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biu!

Blue starlight flew out from the tip of the magic wand, like an arrow drawn from a bow, the blue beam of light precisely hit the head of a probing dementor, and the starlight frightened the disgusting monster. Turn around and run.

But beating one away doesn't mean it's safe. The little ghost Yuna pouted, straightened the wreath on her head, and kept cheering herself up in her heart to keep herself from crying, but her other She couldn't help grabbing the little bear doll hanging from her waist with one hand. She looked up, and it was like a palace, covered with dreadful darkness everywhere, and those ugly guys were constantly emerging from the darkness. Crawled out, trying to hurt her.

She has been here for an indeterminate amount of time... The flow of time in the Realm of Death is different for every life that enters it, and the little ghost Yuna should belong to the type that lives like years.

Nur, Nuer, fortunately you are with me.

The little girl hugged the little bear, she looked around in a panic, and when she was sure that no dementor was stalking, she sat on the ground wearily, she put the wand aside, and she would no longer be as white as she remembered Xi's little bear was placed in front of her eyes, and in the faint light, Yuna's eyes like stars blinked, and she saw her reflection in the eyes of the little bear doll.

Like a silly kid...

Yuna said to herself, she laughed, but she smiled, but she held the little bear Nuer in her arms tightly, and she buried her head on the doll's head.

Nur, I only have you left...

Everyone, everyone disappeared... I can't see them, I can't hear them, Dornan, Vanessa, and little Anduin, and Tyrion, I really want them...

As she spoke, the little girl felt like she was crying, but as a ghost, she couldn't shed tears, but the sadness and slight loneliness still remained in her heart. She thought of the past days, and she was so lonely, back and forth All alone, before she could see, groping for the world in a lonely darkness.

Those days were like things in another world to Yuna now, she didn't even know how she survived that time.

But the memory is not only the cold darkness, but also the joy, the joy of playing with the children, exploring the realm of death with Tyrion, having someone by your side, even if you don’t speak, just sitting together It's much better than being alone like this now.

However, the more happy memories are set off, the more hateful and unbearable those tragic pasts and cold realities seem.

Yuna didn't know why she encountered such a thing, she didn't know why she was chosen as Tyrion's guide, she didn't even know why she entered the realm of death...but if you have to give Find a reason for all this, then it is probably fate.

Phew...Nur, you're worried about your friends too, aren't you?

Yuna raised her head and touched her dry eyes. She tied Nuer back around her waist, then grabbed her wand, and patted the little bear on the head:

Don't be afraid, I told them when I left, they won't come to me, so they won't be in danger...

Now, you and I will depend on each other~ Let's find a way to get out of here!

The little ghost sniffled. She fastened the wreath on her head, then grabbed the wand, and carefully approached the edge of the dark palace again. During the previous attempts, every time she touched the black The mist will attract a lot of dementors, but the careful little ghost can find that the number of dementors is decreasing.

She gritted her teeth, kept pumping herself, then stretched out her fingers, and touched the darkness in front of her eyes. The mist that surrounded the entire space swirled rapidly again, and then there was a low roar, as if coming from the darkness. The same came from outside.

Yuna quickly took a few steps back, she looked around, those dementors of various shapes crawled out from the darkness, they roared, and approached the little ghost who had retreated to the center of the palace step by step, while the latter continued to Waving the magic wand in his hand, the dementors were hit one after another amidst the blue starlight, and when the starlight dissipated, these ugly guys would turn around and run away in fright.

Their embarrassing posture made the depressed little ghost couldn't help laughing, and the gloom in his heart was also washed away a little.

Hey, ugly guy!

Stay away from Yuna! Go away! Go away!

Yuna is the best!

Amidst the screams of the little ghost, the wand in her hand flicked around, and the whole palace was shone with blue starlight for a while. This scene didn't seem like she was in danger, but rather like a child playing.

boom

The sudden shaking of the ground caused Yuna, who was having a great time playing, to turn her head suddenly.

boom

The ground under her feet shook again. The scene was like when Dornan took her to play in the factory in the Black Iron District and saw those huge mechanical movements, but it was also like when Yuna was still alive , Once I went to Mackayle’s park with my parents to see thunder elephants, and the movement of those huge thunder elephants walking.

It was as if a terrifying beast was approaching, and the dementors around Yuna who were trying to touch her also fled in all directions as if they felt threatened.

This kind of scene made the little ghost even more frightened, but she still held the wand tightly with both hands, staring at the place where the black mist was floating.

Waiting is always the hardest part...

boom

With a loud noise that shook the sky, the dark curtain in front of Yuna's eyes was completely torn apart, and then there was a howling mist like a storm, and the blazing black flame, which was entwined and formed various forms in the air. All kinds of pictures are like an awakened devil from hell.

The icy wind blows the little ghost's long hair and flies around. Yuna is screaming in horror. The little girl stretches out her hand to block the wind in front of her eyes. Between her fingers, she vaguely sees the staggering ghost in the core of the storm that was like a disaster that day. The advancing figure, that iconic long gray hair...

Tyrion!

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