Azeroth’s Death Track

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The lives of mortals are short, they don’t have much time to explore the secrets of this world in their lifetime, so after a lot of mysterious affairs happen, mortals don’t investigate their roots, they will use their own understanding to try to explain those things, and In the end, those nonsense rumors will cover up the truth of the matter.

Rumor has become the real truth.

For example, at this time, she is flapping her wings, in the gap between the shadow world and the reality, the tall creature suspended in front of Tyrion, she has a human body, has a feminine figure, but the whole body exudes an illusion The pale halo looks like it is composed of light. She has wings on her back. Between the beats, the streamer is scattered, very beautiful and mysterious.

She wore a cumbersome, complex and classic armor. The non-gold and jade armor was tied to her body, making her look powerful and powerful. The most weird thing was the war helmet on her head.

It was a weird war helmet that Tyrion had never seen in this world. The half-covered war helmet covered her eyes, but exposed her nose and mouth, and there were lightning-like decorations on both sides of the war helmet.

Holding a black war spear in her hand, the war spear was engraved with weird runes, and at the sharp top of the war spear, a black war flag was hung, but strangely, that fluttering in the wind There is no logo on the black battle flag, just a pure black flag.

If you ignore her armor and weapons, and the bizarre colors of the wings, the creature that appears in front of Tyrion is completely an angel in mortal legend, and will lead the soul of the good to the heaven of the light, and the soul of the evil. Drag into the terrible hell.

But Tyrion knew that she wasn’t... she was an undead creature just like him, but her shaper, which caused her to create this sacred look, and in a sense, she was more than him Poor, at least Tyrion can still have her own freedom, and she, this creature named Wagri... she has nothing.

When Tyrion looked at the Shadow Wagri in front of his eyes with scrutiny, this weirdness appeared in Wagri in the Stormwind Cemetery, and also looked at the death knight in front of him with the gaze blocked by the war helmet.

He is not the most powerful dead person she has ever seen. In fact, in the abyss of the underworld, there are many more powerful souls than Tyraine, but he is special, very special.

There is no soul-dead deceased, as solid and free as Tyrion’s soul, in his soul, you can’t see even a trace of bondage, and in that supposedly cold soul, There is a flame burning in the flames... this Wagri can see that the flame of will does not look like a dead person at all.

He is special!

No wonder the Queen of Hades will pay so much attention to him... such a unique soul is definitely a real gem.

"With the will of the Queen of Hades..."

Wagri just said the beginning in his empty voice, and was interrupted by Tyrion rudely. He looked directly at Wagri in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"What did Hella say?"

"Bold!"

Wagri's voice became sharper, and the spear in her hand pointed directly at Tyrion's head:

"How dare you call out the name of the Queen of Hades!"

Facing the angry shadow angel, Tyrion tilted his head in doubt:

"Why can't I call her Hella? The Queen of Hell? Do you really think so? A woman driven crazy by self-hatred, a coward who gave up her inherent mission and responsibility, and a betrayal of her creation Traitor, a fallen guardian of the Titans, is she really qualified to be called the queen?"

"You know a lot, arrogant mortals!"

The wings behind Shadow Wagri flapped, and her figure disappeared like a beating halo:

"But I don't want to hear your profanity anymore!"

She launched an attack, but Tyrion took a step back. When Wagri's figure appeared in front of him, the soul cage placed under his feet suddenly shattered, and the black beam of light extended upward from the ground. Unexpectedly, the Shadow Wagri was imprisoned in the cage of the beam of light.

"boom"

The war spear in her hand hit the black beam of light fiercely, making a sound of steel symphony, but this is a special space, in the rift between the shadow world and reality, and the sound could not be transmitted to reality.

Terion stood less than 2 meters away from the prison cage. He looked at Wagri in front of him with a gaze of prey. This creature is undoubtedly powerful and even more difficult is her. The ability to traverse the two realms at will, which means that even if Tyrion can defeat her, she will not be able to catch her.

But now, in the prison cage constructed by the language of the soul, Wagri can't break free. This is a mantra from Bang Sandy. That is the same level of death as Hella. The power he possesses is from a higher level of authority. Crushing, of course, to maintain the clever trap in front of him, Tyrion needs to use his own soul for energy, he doesn't have much time to waste.

"You have to use the power of anger carefully."

The King of Dark Blades looked at his new prisoner, his fingers banging on the black beam of light:

"Angry is like wildfire. Once it gets out of control, it becomes meaningless. It will push you into an awkward situation, like now..."

"Crazy!"

Wagri, who was imprisoned in a soul cage, attacked the black light prison with a war spear. She was very uncomfortable with the humiliation captured by mortals. She attacked the cage in front of her crazyly, and every impact was like It was the heavy weapon that directly hit the soul, and the vibration and tingling caused Tyrion to frown.

"be quiet!"

The King of Dark Blades roared, a black flame hit the body of Wagri in front of his eyes in the waving of his fingers, and the black flame quickly attached to Wagri, and began to burn, making her really feel When it came to pain, in the dance of Tyrion’s fingers, the black beam of light began to shrink quickly, until finally, it became a black chain bound to Wagri’s arms and legs and the body, which killed her. Stuck on the ground.

Perhaps in the eyes of Hella and Bunsandi, Tyrion’s soul is not strong, but after being repeatedly moistened by the energy of death, he can of course suppress the shadow Wagri in front of him, not every Wagri is Powerful enough to make the deceased tremble, the one coming in front of him is, after all, just Hella's messenger.

"Quiet, girl."

Wagri was taller than humans, she was trapped on the ground, and she had reached nearly 3 meters in height, and Tyrion reached out and had to look up to put her fingers on her imaginary but condensed Real body.

The cold fingers went down the struggling Wagri's neck all the way down, and finally stayed on her chest, very close to some sensitive positions. This almost humiliating action made the Wagri messenger in front of him very embarrassed. She twisted her body and wanted to throw Tyrion’s fingers away from her, but just when she opened her mouth and wanted to scold, another black chain appeared, and her mouth was even braided into hair Braided hair tied together.

She can only make a humiliated humor.

"Oh, it's amazing."

Tyrion's finger poked on Wagri's skin, feeling the slightly warm touch, he said softly:

"I always thought that undeads like you constructing creatures have no sense of touch and your own emotions, but now it seems that you can feel some...such as humiliation, such as anger."

"You are a high-level Wagri, and although you are less powerful, you are indeed one of the original Wagri created by Odin, right?"

Tyrion’s finger was placed on Wagri’s slim waist. This action made the shadow Wagrie in front of him struggle more violently, and after a moment, Tyrion suddenly recovered.

"By the way, you can't speak, it's... really rude."

After finishing his speech, his fingers flicked in the air, the black chains that bound Wagri's mouth suddenly disappeared, and then an angry scream sounded in the cracks of these two circles:

"Remove your dirty hands!"

"Don't touch me! Dirty mortal!"

The pale tress extending from the Warrior helmet flicked across her chest, representing her extreme anger, but the next moment, the long braid was caught by Tyrion, and he used a brutal gesture, Grabbing Wagri's tress and pulling her head towards him.

The finger with the handguard was buckled on Wagri's neck, the black soul fire was beating at the fingertip, and in Wagri's ear, Tyrion said in a lover's voice:

"Recognize your situation, little cute...I may not be able to deal with Hella, but it is more than enough to deal with you."

"Wow"

The breastplate engraved with ancient mantras and tedious pictures was destroyed at this moment, and then was thrown on the ground by Tyrion. The coldness on the chest made Wagri scream again. At this moment she no longer looks like It is a powerful shadow angel, but like a real girl.

"If you still can't calm down, then I will continue."

Tyrion's cold fingers stayed on her chest for a moment, and finally placed on her heavy belt. This threatening action made Wagri's body stiff. Eventually, she nodded humiliatingly.

This caused the death knight to stop the sadistic action. He took a step back, glanced at the shaking chest, and then set his eyes on Wagri's face:

"I know that the first generation Wagri had his own name, so, what is your name?"

"Agatha...my name is Agatha."

The Shadow Angel was imprisoned on the ground by the chain of the soul. She tried to calm herself down, but every time Tyrion’s eyes shifted to her body, it made her feel like she was whipped by a burning whip, knowing clearly This undead can't really blaspheme her, but she still feels worried about it.

"Very good, the pleasant conversation begins now."

Tyrion's body leaned back, and the moment he sat down, the surging energy of death formed a crystal-clear ice seat behind him. He tilted his legs and looked at Wagri Agaza in front of him. , He asked:

"Have you seen Odin?"

Agatha nodded and said in a hollow voice:

"Have seen!"

"Well, tell me your story, I am very interested."

Tyrion looked at Wagri in front of him with interest, the latter remained silent until Tyrion flicked his finger, threatening meaningfully:

"Are you sure you want to keep silent? You have to know, Agatha, the night is still very long, if you prefer the previous communication method, then we can slowly...play!"

Shadow Wagri Agaza gritted her teeth, but in the end she said in a lost voice:

"Tens of thousands of years ago, Odin personally transformed us into the first batch of Wagris. We were the followers of the sea witch Hella. We saw for ourselves what the beast did to Hella. Took her soul and twisted her into the look of Wagri, that day, Hella’s scream spread throughout Warragal, and also on that day, we no longer believe in him, no longer believe in that hypocritical tyrant !"

"Hella is his most sincere follower, he said more than once that Hella is like his real daughter! But that father would do such a thing to his daughter? He is a lunatic! Just like you, you are all lunatics !"

"madman?"

Tyrion frowned and said:

"You call me like this, I will be unhappy, Agatha...you can call me Tyrion instead of a slander like a lunatic. In addition, I would like to know, since it is the first generation Wagri, why you Will it be so weak that I can’t even beat it?"

"Because the early generation Wagri only represents seniority, not our strength, genius!"

Agatha mocked:

"It's not that the longer you live, the stronger your strength. Odin made Wagri to connect the souls of mortal warriors to Wallagar, or use your legends to lead to the Hall of Heroes, we just crossed two The messenger of the world, and the messenger, need strong power?"

"But as far as I know, the Shadow Valkyrie under Hella is very powerful, and even Bang Sandy is very afraid of it. Since Hella can give those imitations such powerful power, why doesn't she give you? Are you not her most trusted subordinate?"

Tyrion’s words made Agatha’s expression more complicated. After a moment, she said in a strange calm voice:

"These are all taught by Bang Sandy? That troll's grim reaper... a conspirator hiding behind the shadows."

"You want to know why my power is so weak? It's simple!"

"Our birth bears the mission, and the Shadow Valkyries are pure war machines. The power of the early Val'kyr will not grow and will not weaken. As long as Valargar still exists, we will never die... And I know what you are doing, I know what you want, but mortal, you really don’t need to challenge our relationship with Hella..."

"Hate ruined her, she lived as the kind of person she hated the most..."

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