Azeroth’s Death Track

Death is a state, a description, an ending, and a comprehension.

It can be used as a noun, a verb, and an adjective, and it often has different meanings in different contexts, but this is only the description of death by the individual's wisdom. As every life that always welcomes death, it has different meanings for death itself. understanding.

Some hate, some calm.

Some escape, some look forward to.

In countless explanations, death has been endowed with countless different symbols, romanticism, realism or nihilism, which are used by many people as an excuse for doing nothing, and are also regarded by many people as a driving force to move forward.

Some people say it is great, some people say it is unreasonable, and some people desperately slander it.

But in any case, death is death, and the meaning given to it by wisdom will not affect its own state of existence...Death is not just the end, it is also a kind of power.

A power that is difficult for mortals to discover and use...

But for individuals who have not experienced death, their descriptions are all inaccurate.

Dark Blade Lord Tyrion Dawn Blade has experienced death. I don't know if it was him. All members of the Dark Blade, from the powerful Death Lord to the tiny undead infantry, are all derivatives of the power of death.

But they didn't really experience death. When the sharp blade pierced his body, it just took away his life and didn't reveal the true meaning of death to him...Maybe Tyrion was too weak at that time to To really appreciate the power of this obscurity.

But now he is strong enough, so when he experienced death again, he realized a lot, and he could feel that kind of cold and gentle power slowly seeping into his body, removing the impurities in his body , Imposing the peaceful state behind that power on him.

That feeling is comfortable, like breaking away from the boundaries attached to the body itself, making him... free, and even giving the great lord a feeling that he can go wherever he wants, and even making him feel a little Dazed pleasure.

It's like a dream, those who cared about, those who were unwilling to let go, those who couldn't let go at all, seemed to be indifferent at this moment, he just wanted to close his eyes and have a good dream As for what to do after waking up from the dream, and whether this dream of death will wake up, it seems that it has nothing to do with him.

Until the calls that made people sleep soberly, the voice with a crying voice...it seemed to be a child, and it came into his tired heart one after another, and finally, like all sleeping people who were disturbed, Tyrion opened his eyes. Eyes, and the seemingly invisible call also became clear in his ears.

Tyrion! Tyrion...what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!

Yuna knelt beside Tyrion's cheek. This girl's hair was messed up, and her whole body was covered with mud and ashes. There were scratches on her arms. Obviously, relying on her like this was almost powerless. My girl, it is not an easy task to go through the soul storm entwined around Tyrion, but it is probably because even in the lost state, this body still remembers Yuna, and did not intentionally hurt her.

But even so, staring at the weakening soul storm on the ground, and struggling to climb over a distance of more than ten meters, for Yuna, it was also a matter of desperation.

Fortunately, it wasn't just exhaustion, or for other reasons, Tyrion finally fell into a coma in this shadow palace, which gave the little girl a chance to crawl over.

But she didn't dare to touch Tyrion's body, not only because the skin of the great lord was frighteningly cold, which was unbearable cold for ghosts, but also because of the black layer of skin covering Tyrion's body. Matter, just like the dementors, the dark energy is constantly entwined around the body of the great lord, and now it has covered his neck.

Yuna...

When Tyrion saw the living little ghost, a smile flashed across his old and skinny face, but before he could say anything more, the memories belonging to the dementors rolled in his mind again, that is The heavy memory, the fragments of tens of millions of souls were mixed together, just like the computer at work could not bear the huge amount of data, almost causing the soul of the great lord to crash at this moment.

And with the return of his consciousness, the feeling of assimilation in the realm of death became more and more obvious. The great lord could feel that the black matter covering his body was growing, and it became deeper every minute and every second. That feeling, The clear feeling of death is covering his consciousness together with those disordered memories, and his own soul has become weak under this long-term torture.

Even after absorbing part of the soul of the great demon Archimonde, his tough soul is not enough to continue to support it.

he is dying...

In Tyrion's chaotic eyes, he could even see a phantom swaying. This was different from the desperation of the present world. At that time, he at least had the power to resist, but in this world, he was just an ordinary mortal. , a high elf who strayed into this world.

But maybe, this is also the last step to take the crown...

Tyrion has no way of distinguishing all these, his instinct tells him that no matter what the possibility is, there is not much time left for him, and he will soon usher in the last moment.

That's going to be a...judgment?

Well, just use that word.

The confusion of will made Tyrion's cranky thoughts no longer suppressable, until he was enduring the noise of his soul and the stinging moment, and heard the low sob of the little ghost kneeling in front of him again.

Yuna finally woke up Tyrion, but judging from Tyrion's expression and posture, the child Yuna probably also guessed Tyrion's situation.

But what can she do?

She is just a child...Even though she lived in a spirit body for more than 20,000 years, her soul still belongs to the little girl who died alone in the ruins of Mac'Aree...

Don't cry... Yuna, don't cry...

Tyrion said softly:

I finally found you, silly boy, the cage that restrained you has been broken, let's go, get out of here...

The great lord wanted to reach out and touch Yuna's head, but the black substance wrapped around his body prevented him from moving a bit, so he could only say to Yuna:

Don't worry about me, kid.

I don't have to run around anymore, this is where I belong... For better or for worse, since the end has come, bless me, Yuna, my friend, don't bid me farewell with tears...

Tyrion, don't leave me, please.

Yuna looked at the black substance that slowly extended to Tyrion's cheek, she frantically tried to reach out to erase the thing, but was stopped by Tyrion, this thing may cause harm to Yuna, after all, she is Pure spirit.

After comforting the crying little ghost, the great lord closed his eyes. Amidst the exhaustion of his soul and the ringing of those noisy voices, he could feel that the cold power had spread to his whole body, and he was like Like a dying old man, he said to Yuna:

Sing a song for me, I haven't heard anyone sing in a long time...

The little ghost touched her eyes. The spirit body does not have tears, but the sadness in her heart cannot be faked. The one lying in front of her is the first friend she met in the tens of thousands of years of loneliness. Not knowing what happened to Tyrion, she simply thought that the great leader wanted to leave her completely here.

Seeing Tyrion's gradually covered face, Yuna sobbed and sang the eredar of Argus' praise of the Holy Light, which was the only thing the child learned in the Academy of Leaping Gardens. a song.

Her voice was clear and clear, with the unique tone of little girls. Although she did not hide her sadness, her voice, like the chirping of a bird, still made people's hearts sway.

Crossing the sky, illuminating the stars.

Dispel the darkness and bring the dawn.

Wherever you are, all souls sing,

What you speak, all things hear.

Holy Light, all glory belongs to you.

Holy Light, all prayers may you be in peace.

Thank you for letting us bathe in light.

Thank you for keeping our sincerity alive...

The melodious singing ended slowly in the high-pitched high notes. Yuna, who was sobbing, sang the hymn in ancient Eredan. The hymn still seemed to bring peace to Tyrion.

It's so... so good...

There was darkness in front of Tyrion's eyes, and Yuna could only hear his last inaudible words:

Okay, as you wish, then... die again.

And when Yuna lowered her head, what she saw was Tyrion who was completely covered by dark matter.

His face was printed on the black substance, his eyes were closed, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth. It was a smile Yuna rarely saw on Tyrion's face, full of gentleness, calmness, like It's as if the biggest worries in my heart have been untied.

Wow!

Yuna couldn't bear the pain in her heart anymore. She knelt in front of Tyrion and cried loudly. The weeping cry of the girl spread far away. A group of unexpected guests came.

Those were the last dozen or so dementors, probably the last remnants of this unclaimed land. The sound of them crawling made Yuna turn her head suddenly, and the little girl's star-like eyes were filled with sadness. And a deep-seated anger.

She grabbed the wand at hand, held it in both hands, and pointed it at the crawling dementors, she screamed:

Don't come here! You are not allowed to get close to Tyrion! I want to protect my friend!

I don't allow it!!!

In the scream of the girl, the wand in her hand was turned on for the first time to the maximum power, and in Yuna's angry swing, the blue stars thrown out from the top of the wand really brought the whistling sound, just like Like a real sharp arrow, it pierced through the head of the fastest crawling dementor in front of him.

In this extreme anger, Yuna didn't realize that wisps of faint light emerged from her spirit body, different from the blue light that ghosts always have, this light is real golden... Just like the purest holy light.

If this scene is seen by the believers of the Holy Light in Kalimdor, it will probably shatter the faith in every believer's heart in an instant.

The Holy Light, the great Holy Light...how could it favor a little ghost girl? How did it appear on... the undead?

biu!

While the light of Yuna's last magic wand fluttered, the golden holy light had turned into substance, piercing through the fangs and claws of the dementor like a sharp sword, tearing its body to pieces.

This scene also made the sad Yuna's eyes widen. The confused girl only raised her hands at this moment, and only then did she see the shining light in her hands.

Holy Light!

Yuna screamed, the contact with Naru Adar in Shattrath City had made her very afraid of the energy of the Holy Light, but this time the Holy Light on her body did not hurt her, on the contrary , It also made her feel a strand of warmth.

But this didn't change the reality that the little girl was besieged. She smashed the body of a dementor, but there were more dementors crawling towards her.

Yuna was holding on to the magic wand in her hand tightly, she was a little scared in her heart, although she always used to scare the dementors as a game when she was with Tyrion before, but now Tyrion can no longer protect her, And the dozen or so dementors in front of her seemed to be hostile, and now, she could only rely on her own protection.

The little ghost looked back at Tyrion lying behind her. Her friend was unable to move now, so she had to protect Tyrion.

Thinking of this, a burst of courage burst out in Yuna's heart, as if inspired by courage, the light that wrapped around the little ghost's body also became brighter.

ah!

Yuna watched the dementors getting closer and closer, the little ghost mustered up her courage, let out a naive roar, and rushed up with her wand, but the moment she got close to the dementors, a golden halo Suddenly piercing the darkness above Yuna's head, like a sudden sun, enveloping the dozen or so dementors.

Those dark guys were like snowmen thrown into the sun, one by one, they were melted bit by bit while howling in pain.

And Yuna was so frightened that she sat on the ground. The little ghost raised her head and looked at the warm beam of light in front of her. A voice seemed to beckon her to walk into it. Yuna shook her head vigorously, but the gentle voice was still on her face. There was a sound in her heart, Yuna stood up, patted her clothes, and asked with some fear:

Sister...you, are you the Holy Light?