Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 904 23. The Era of Convergence --- Add more for my lovely readers [1520]

The vast realm of the dead seems to have no boundaries.

Every undead who enters this undead kingdom for the first time will be shocked by the scene of the dead world. In the center of the once wasteland, the undead of Dark Blade have built a huge building complex here, just like a building that continues to extend around. Cities are like cities, and with the operation of the death markers in the Eastern Continent, Kalimdor, and Northrend, a steady stream of undead spirits are sent into this land every day.

This place is generally the same as the present world, and has its own order. Those undead sent here, whether they are humans, dwarves, elves, Vrykul, tauren or orcs, will be garrisoned when they are at a loss. The Darkblade soldiers at the entrance of the dead were sent into the living city.

Until this time, these creatures living in different regions of the world can peep into the deepest secrets hidden in this world... The world that looks free on the surface has long been ruled by the Dark Blade!

Unfortunately, this is a secret that only the dead can know... and no undead can bring this news back to the world.

The tree of reincarnation standing in the center of the city, nourished by a large number of souls, the giant tree like the sky, but shining with a pale halo is like a lighthouse dotted with countless lights. In the midst of dizziness, there will always be souls that have been judged one after another. After some connection between this tree and the world, they will be sent back to the civilization of the world in the form of a new life.

Life and death... This is the order of the dead world, and it is also the basis for the prosperity and development of the world. The continuous circulation of souls will keep the number of lives in the world at a high level, and with the prosperity of civilization, the number of souls will also increase. More and more, this is a complementary relationship.

As long as the soul is not too damaged, it will regain its fresh senses after entering the dead world. This land is almost the land of grace for all undead... Every soul that enters it can regain this fresh”, but not every soul gets what they want.

Although there are a large number of souls who arrive in the realm of the dead every day, less than one in ten million lucky ones are allowed to retain their memories and stay in the realm of the dead. Those are creatures that are useful to the development of the realm of the dead. Temporarily get rid of the cycle of life and death, and live in this world of death with a long-lasting posture until the next round of reincarnation opens, or they themselves are tired of this long-lived life and actively choose reincarnation.

In short, under the rule of the great lord, the city of the dead world has been on the right track, and it has begun to explore its power beyond the vast border of the dead world.

The Dead Realm under Tyrion's rule has a border...According to Dark Blade's research a few years ago, the area of ​​the Dead Realm is roughly equivalent to the entire Eastern Continent plus one third of the area of ​​Kalimdor. But the territory outside this world is not a connected wilderness. It is probably the reason why the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago scattered too much destructive energy, which also affected the realm of the dead that intersects with the present world.

It is divided into three parts at the overall level, and at the microscopic level, each piece of the divided dead world is fragmented, just like the islands suspended in the sea of ​​death, it is difficult to connect into a whole continent, Terry The same is true of the dead world under Ang's rule. Outside this wilderness, there are many broken islands, each of which is separated by a liquid similar to the ocean.

But the good news is that after the tree of reincarnation was planted and the rules of the dead world were completed again, these islands separated by external forces gradually showed signs of reintegration, but it would take time...

It can be predicted that at some point in the future, maybe hundreds of years later, maybe thousands of years later, this kingdom of the undead will inevitably become prosperous again... not even worse than the current civilization .”

In the pale sky of the Dead Realm, Tyrion looked down at the city controlled by the Dark Blade and the orderly environment in the city below. He said to Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death beside him:

Would you look forward to that future? The future after fusion.

No! I don't expect it!

Bwonsamdi, who dressed himself up in a trendy way, shrugged his shoulders, and the decorations dotted with skulls on his back were shaking in the air. This troll with a bone mask leaned on his weird stick-like cane, He replied in a strange tone:

That's the perfect future you imagined, not mine... I never think about such weird things, but then again, are you really planning to become a king in this shadow world? Just like Hela, who calls herself the Queen of Hell.

Bwonsamdi turned his head, looked at the calm Tyrion with his eyes under the bone mask, and asked in a low voice:

You have to know that commanding the dead is actually a very boring thing...

You and I both know that Hella is a lunatic.

Tyrion shook the staff of mist in his hand, and he looked at Bwonsamdi seriously:

Do you think I look like a madman?

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Bwonsamdi's answer, Tyrion raised his head with some disinterestedness, looked at the stars beyond the icy clouds in the world of death, and said:

You have been in your own palace of the underworld for so many years, have you never looked up? Bwonsamdi, here is also a group of stars... There are so many things worth pursuing, so many scenery, so many Stories...why bind yourself to the earth and become an arrogant king in a mud pit?

I said it a long time ago, Azeroth, this fantastic and magnificent world is just my starting point, far from the end...Okay, this is the end of the chat, let's get down to business!

Ah, are you finally going to get down to business?

Bwonsamdi flicked the cane in his hand in boredom, and said meaningfully:

I thought you came to me today to have some fun... Okay~ come with me, Tyrion, after seeing your city, it's time to go to my palace of the dead, by the way, handle the handover business...

As he spoke, a dark red door shrouded in a blood moon slowly opened in front of Tyrion's eyes. Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, turned sideways and made a please gesture with an elegant and funny gesture. Tyrion Ryan kept his composure, leaned on his staff and stepped into the portal shrouded in the light of the blood moon. The next moment, he came to Bwonsamdi's Hades.

This is not the dilapidated Nether Palace in the Nazmir Swamp that I entered through spiritual contact at Black Rock Mountain, but the real Nether Palace in another continent in the dead world, belonging to Bwonsamdi, the god of death. The real kingdom of God.

But unexpectedly, the simplicity here is a bit too much, which surprised Tyrion. He looked at the city in front of him, which was built on the endless mountains just like the Golden Dynasty of Zuldazar , he thought that this place would be more... gorgeous.

That is, the phantom of Dazaro City?

The great lord moved his fingers. He stood on the mountain where he landed, looking at the city built on the mountain in the distance. He looked at Bwonsamdi beside him, and asked softly:

You restored that city here? Do you feel so attached to it? That's not quite like you, Bwonsamdi.

At this moment, the troll god of death was not as talkative as before. He bent slightly and stood beside Tyrion. He also looked at the city that was exactly the same as the real Dazar'alor city. He said softly:

The trolls are wondering, ah, where did the great, cunning, evil Bwonsamdi who mastered death come from?

Actually, I am just like them, an ordinary troll born in Dazar'alor City. The only thing I am stronger than them is that my luck may be better. This experience reminds me all the time. , I am just an ordinary person, I will... die, I am actually a coward, Tyrion, I am afraid of Hela's madness, so I never interfere with souls other than trolls... just like me I am afraid of your power, and I will humbly offer you the dominion of this land here.

The troll god of death said in a joking and self-deprecating tone:

I'm actually a person with no ambition. I have spent my long life in the Zandalar Islands, using the seal of Uldir as an excuse. In fact, I have always been very clear that I am just a god of death created by luck. You and I are still It's different with Hela...

Bwonsamdi's self-report made Tyrion silent for a moment, and the high lord closed his eyes, feeling the slightly different wind of the spirit world in the underworld and the dead world, and he whispered:

It's a good thing, Bwonsamdi, trust me, it's a good thing...

Only those who are fearful can live longer and better. Live cautiously and know the limits of your abilities. This is a kind of luck. Being cautious will not bring you disaster. Those who shout to conquer fate , but in fact, how many people with great ambitions and talents can live to see the changes of the times because of them? No...I misread you, Bwonsamdi, maybe, you are a real wise man.

Though sometimes, your jokes aren't funny at all...

There was a smile on the corner of the great lord's mouth, he took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand towards Bwonsamdi:

Then, give it to me! Now that you have made a decision about the...things I need, then, fulfill it!

hum

Something appeared in the palm of Bwonsamdi's hand, it was an elegant small crown, very similar to the king's crown, embellished with purple velvet and emblems bordered with gold thread, this somewhat heavy crown was inlaid with red on all sides The crown of jewels shone in the halo as the troll's fingers swayed.

This is my 'crown'.

Bwonsamdi was grinning, and said in that dark tone that could scare people to death:

It's the best and most beautiful crown I entrusted old Garni to help me steal from the treasure house in Dazar'alor, but I've never worn it, because I don't like this heavy thing, bring it It will make your neck sore, it's like having the whole world on your head, but now, it's yours, this responsibility, this world, this damn mission...ah, I can finally Take a break and go do something I've always wanted to do.

After speaking, Bwonsamdi's voice disappeared in place, so fast that Tyrion couldn't stop him, the bastard... didn't even say goodbye!

How rude!

The great lord snorted dissatisfiedly, but he could guess that this delicate troll god of death probably didn't want to see the scene of the city he painstakingly built being destroyed by Tyrion, so he slipped away ahead of time.

But Tyrion is not the kind of person who burns zithers and cooks cranes. Since he has promised Bwonsamdi not to interfere with the troll's cycle of life and death, then he will definitely do it.

swish

The little ghost Yuna's figure radiating holy light appeared on Tyrion's shoulder. The little ghost shook her head from side to side, looking curiously at this place she had never been to, and the distant building built on the mountain range. Looking at the city above the troll city, Yuna could see the souls of many trolls moving in and out of it, as if they continued to live their lives in this land of the dead.

Yuna, a present~

The crown in Tyrion's hand was handed to Yuna, and the little girl looked at the gorgeously shaped and luxuriously decorated crown, her eyes widened and she exclaimed:

Wow! What a beautiful hat!

As she spoke, the monkey-like girl reached out and clasped the crown obliquely on her little head. This crown that made Tyrion and Bwonsamdi feel a little heavy, but Yuna felt like Without any weight, she put the wreath on her head on the slanted crown, then stood on the ground, pretending to pose a few playful poses, and looked at her current appearance by the pool next to her .

Finally, the little girl jumped onto Tyrion's shoulder triumphantly, touched the slanted crown on her head, and said to the high lord:

I have a crown too, and I'm a little princess too, right?

of course.

Tyrion shrugged, Yuna is part of his crown, after this girl wears Bwonsamdi's crown, the land of the dead and the underworld has begun to merge in some hidden way, maybe After decades, the two lands separated by the big bang will reunite, and the scars left by ancient times will slowly disappear in this world.

By that time, a real death order will be completely established, but again, this huge project will take time...

hum

The light like Bwonsamdi's iconic blood moon halo wrapped around Tyrion's fingers, which represented that he had also begun to absorb the unique death power of this land, and his power became stronger.

Um...

The high lord looked at the troll city that Bwonsamdi built in the dead world in the distance, and he said softly:

So, now there is only the last one left...

Hella, the abyss of Hell...

The era of great integration of the dead world of Azeroth, the era I have been waiting for for so long, the era of the undead, finally opened...