Azeroth’s Death Track

While Tyrion was wandering the depths of the realm of death, outside his dead body, a lonely and sad little ghost was looking up, listening to something.

And in the dark and shining mist in front of her, there was a halo of golden light, like a passage, and like a mirror, it seemed that someone was saying something to her, but only this Unique children can hear.

The little ghost surrounded by a faint holy light listened attentively, like a child listening to an adult, flicking its tail from time to time, nodding its head from time to time, and returning a few words, as if talking happily.

But after a while, Yuna tilted her head, scratched her head with some doubts, and then asked crisply:

My mother told me that as long as I don't give up on Holy Light, then Holy Light will always find me. She was talking about you, right?

The halo shook for a bit, as if answering.

But the moment she heard this answer, Yuna grabbed the doll in her arms, took a step back, and half-kneeled beside Tyrion vigilantly. She tilted her head, looked at the halo above her head, and shouted loudly:

You are not!

Tyrion is my holy light, I am not afraid because of his encouragement! You are a liar! You didn't show up to help me when I was bullied before! I don't believe you!

This childish question made the halo tremble even more, and there seemed to be other voices coming from the light curtain, but the little ghost just shook its head helplessly, and shouted loudly:

I don't believe you! I've never seen you! I hate the naaru, it nearly blinded me... I won't go with you no matter your name is Zela or something else!

Besides, even if you are a naaru, you can't represent the Holy Light...

Yuna stared at the halo above her head, she reached out and grabbed the wreath above her head, and she swore:

In short, I want to stay here and protect my friends!

I have found Tyrion, he is the source of my holy light and courage, as long as my holy light is with me, then the darkness will never win!

The little girl waved her fist, and the halo said something, but Yuna glanced at the halo above her head with contempt:

It's their business that the draenei believe in you, and I'm not a draenei! I'm a real eredar!

The halo became more swaying, and with a burst of light curtains shining, those golden rays of light penetrated into the deep realm of death and shrouded Yuna, as if wanting to take this special little ghost away.

And Yuna kept struggling, but was still carried into the air by it. Yuna looked back at the great lord lying on the ground, and she shouted anxiously:

Tyrion! Tyrion...wake up! Save me! This liar is going to take me!

The halo became gentler, it swayed, as if to persuade the little ghost, and the golden light that was very similar to the naaru rune also began to wrap around Yuna's body, as if to the little girl It's like doing some sort of retrofit.

Yuna's scream was still echoing.

No! I don't want your power! My Holy Light is very powerful! Tyrion is very powerful, I don't need it!

Bastards! You're a badass! I'll never be afraid of you again!

The little ghost struggled frantically in the entanglement of the light, she recovered her senses and swung her wand, smashing clusters of golden and blue stars into the circle of light, like an angry kitten.

But her power was no match for the light curtain. Outside her body, layers of golden light wrapped around the little ghost's body, and the swaying naaru runes around her also became brighter.

However, at the moment when Yuna was about to be completely covered by the golden light, a hand entwined with black lightning pierced into the light curtain, and a bone-chilling dark storm swept the entire bright and generous space at this moment. , Amidst the sound of glass breaking, the almost unconscious little Yuna was brought out.

The power of holy light and darkness collided at this moment, Tyrion embraced Yuna in his arms, and a dark storm centered on him, roaring crazily in an instant, mixed with violent black flames Burning shadows.

The golden power swayed like sunlight, however, the figure holding Yuna did not retreat, he just tilted his head, looking at the gentle golden light above his head, he seemed to be able to hear the voice in that light, But he doesn't care.

He reached out and touched Yuna's head, and the frightened little girl hugged Tyrion's arm tightly. The great lord said in a gentle voice:

What you said is very reasonable. Yuna is indeed a special child. I also hope that she has a bright future, but...Mother of the Holy Light, what kind of title is this? Naru was born from the Holy Light. Do you have any questions? The purest affinity of the Holy Light, but this does not mean that you are the agents of the will of the Holy Light! You are just naaru, figure out your identity!

Want to take my friend Yuna? Yes!

Tyrion clenched his fingers tightly, and the forcibly opened space rift in front of his eyes was quickly closed under the control of his will. He looked at the increasingly smaller light spot, and he snorted:

Come to me and speak to me in person... you hide-and-seek mouse!

roll!

boom

The creature shining with holy light wanted to say something, but in the face of the new god of death who just obtained the management rights of this land... Her power from afar is obviously not enough to fight against the power of this land, In the shattering of the light curtain, the entire world of death regained its peace once again.

After the light curtain completely dissipated, Yuna raised her head timidly and looked at Tyrion. In the child's shining eyes, Tyrion also saw her new image...

His thin, cold and gloomy appearance seemed to have been reshaped, without the characteristic dryness of the undead, his cheeks became vivid, very much like when he was alive, and even his hair became smooth He stood up, but it was still grayish white, softly scattered behind his sharp ears, and his eyes were still ice blue, but deep in the pupils of those eyes, there was a darker spot of light, which looked terrible. is weird.

Tyrion wiped his chest subconsciously. Under the chest, there was a beating heart... but it was not as simple as a living heart. In every beat of it, the high lord could feel it , the power flowing in the blood vessels... that strange, but very docile power.

That's the essence of death...

In addition, the bigger change lies in his soul. If the previous soul strength was 10, then Tyrion's soul strength should have reached 100... almost the limit that his body can hold , that is already a change in quality.

But in terms of the thickness of his soul, it is difficult for him to be called a mortal. Even those demigods who claim to have immortal souls are not necessarily heavier than his soul.

You have changed!

Yuna jumped on Tyrion's shoulder with ease, sat there, and played with Tyrion's hair.

I knew you wouldn't die so easily...

oh?

There was a smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth, his expression seemed to be more vivid, and he said softly:

Who was that kneeling there and crying loudly just now? Do you think I didn't hear it? Little girl, what's the matter with the light on your body?

The great lord looked at Yuna, whose body was covered with golden light. When she moved, there were streaks of beautiful golden light behind her. She didn't look like a ghost at all, but rather was cast by holy light. Same as Heroic Spirit.

This question also troubled the little ghost. She looked her body up and down, and then said:

Probably the Holy Light...the Holy Light heard my prayer~ It gave me the strength to protect my friends, I was chatting with my parents just now~ They are in the Holy Light, but after that annoying liar woman appeared , Mom and Dad are gone.”

The little ghost flicked its tail triumphantly and disappointedly, and Tyrion asked again:

Then what did you talk about?

Yuna poked her cheek with her finger and said to Tyrion:

The light, the light told me to follow it away...but I still have a lot of things to do, and a lot of places to see, so I asked it, I can stay with my friends for a while Is it? I said I will stay for a while~”

What did Shengguang say?

The great lord asked again curiously, Yuna jumped off his shoulders, casting a beautiful golden shadow in the air, she stood on the ground, waving her hands angrily:

Shengguang didn't answer me, and the next thing to talk was that annoying liar woman, she said her name was Zela, she said she was trying to save this group of stars, and then needed a lot of talented people, she said I was one of them, She said I couldn't stay here, I had to go with her, and then I knew she was a liar!

Yuna was in a good mood. She looked left and right, looking at the wilderness of the Realm of Death that had taken on a new look. She turned her head and winked at Tyrion:

Because my mother said that the real Holy Light will not force others to do anything!

Well, your mother is right.

Tyrion nodded, and he also looked left and right. After all the dementors in this land were purified by him, the gloomy and cold atmosphere in the Realm of the Dead dissipated a lot, and even the sky seemed to change. It became clearer, of course, in this real hell, it is difficult to see the sun.

The great lord looked at this land of the dead that was waiting to be rebuilt, and he was a little excited, because the Dark Blade Legion that followed him had the final destination, but this hell is still unable to function normally, because it lacks a very important thing. The important thing is still far from the destination in Tyrion's mind...

But for now, let's enjoy the victory first, and talk about these bad things later.

Yuna...

Ah? What's the matter?

Stop playing... we, we should go home! You are my guide, without you, I can't go anywhere.

Oh, am I so powerful? Hahahaha, then Tyrion, are we going directly back to Stormwind City?

Well... Let's go to another place first.

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Aha, the sheep go into the tiger's mouth!

boom

A taunt with a strange accent resounded like thunder in the palace deep in the Qiraji Temple in the Great Desert of Silithus. Along with the taunt, there was also an astonishingly large war sword. It is made of a special material mixed with crystal, just like a real door panel. The length of the blade alone reaches an astonishing 3 meters. It is hard to imagine how heavy this thing is.

But the warrior wielding it is even more astonishing. This is a typical high-level bugman with a human body and armor made of bug armor, but his height reaches an astonishing 5 meters. Like other bugmen, he has similar Claw-like hands, and its cheeks were not so much faces as bug heads covered in white bone.

It's as if it has evolved to the weird degree of the combination of humans and bugs. On that face, there are a pair of vicious and ruthless eyes.

Its name is Viknilas, and it is one of the twin emperors of the Qiraji, and one of the strongest in the Qiraji empire. , the only remaining black thorn armor on the wilderness demigod Agamaggan who kept roaring and charging in the huge palace in front of him was also easily cut off. There was a hideous scar.

This kind of pain stimulated the ferocity of the demigod of the wilderness, its eyes gleamed with vengeance, and between the waving of its short and powerful limbs, it was like a siege cannon, and it was like a siege cannon. Viknilas flew out and hit the wall of the palace like a cannonball, but just when Agamaggan was about to continue chasing and killing him, another weird laugh sounded out.

It's like moths to a flame!

boom

Under the powerful control, the violent magic power gathered into the sharpest purple ice crystals, and then, in the explosion of magic, it pierced Agamaggan's body viciously, on the scarred skin of the demigod. Another covered frostbite remained.

And the tyrannical mental power shrouded the demigod like a spider web, making Agamaggan's imposing charge extremely slow. Looking back, it was a man wearing purple armor and holding a magic wand with worm limbs. An almost identical worm, that is another of the twin emperors, the magic emperor Vek'lor.

This pair of insectoid brothers is the most noble bloodline of the Qiraji Empire. They have dual attributes of strength and magic since their birth. When they cooperate with each other, even the powerful demigod of the wilderness is tortured and covered with injuries. , can't advance or retreat.

Of course, Agamaggan is not just capable like this. In reality, it is much stronger than the twin emperors, but the problem is that above this worm-man palace, on the weird dark dome of that palace, there is a A strange big eyeball is floating there, exuding a chaotic and corrupt aura, constantly tormenting the demigod of the wilderness who entered this place alone with corrupt words.

This is the extreme evil that is hidden in the depths, the ancient god, the power carrier of the thousand-eyed demon C'Thun, in other words, the powerful demigod of the wilderness is not simply fighting the difficult twin emperors, it is simultaneously Fight the twin emperors and the impending escape of the Old Gods.

Any one of these three enemies is not easy to deal with, let alone 3V1? If this continues, maybe the newly resurrected Agamaggan will fall here again, or even worse...become the carrier of the ancient evil cholera world.

But like all fantasy twists, there are always heroes who don't care about their lives in times of crisis.

boom

With a low sound, the closed gate of the palace collapsed as if hit by a shell, and the commanders of the coalition forces on the anti-insect front rushed into the palace, and at a glance they saw the miserable demigod Aga who was besieged Magan.

boom

Without saying a word, Shandris raised her rifle and shot the black eyeball hovering above the palace, and the watchman Maiev also drew out her knife wheel. The situation in front of her didn't need any explanation, she turned her head Looking at the people behind her, she shouted in a hoarse and decisive voice:

Don't stand still!

Copy guy... go!