Azeroth’s Death Track

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This particular wooden coffin is not a mere thing.

It is made from the remains of the tree of life. After absorbing the magic of the Sunwell, the tree of life takes root and germinates. Its torso is covered with stagnation magic, which can effectively hinder the escape of the soul. Therefore, in this wooden coffin When it was made, Tyrion gave it a particularly nice name...Gathering Coffin.

As for the core of the tree of life, the "seed" formed after the secondary growth of the source of life has been secretly sent to the decaying realm of Kul Tiras, where it will be planted, and it will take years Time to re-grow to let yourself coexist with the emerald dream that was cut off from the withered world.

There will be a holy place for the Druids of the Blight, and it may become the second holy place of the night elves Druids in addition to the Emerald Dream. Of course, that is the future. What will happen in the future, no one knows .

Tyrion lies in this soul gathering coffin to perform a special, long and dangerous "ritual".

To be precise, it is a ritual to quickly increase the soul power of the King of Blades.

According to his original plan, it was only after North Xinjiang was completely settled that he would turn his head to pursue the clues of the mysterious realm of death, but in the face of the joint suppression by Bangsandi and Hella, Tyrion could not Without advancement, he entered the realm of death in an irregular way, which caused him to be "seen" by the realm of death.

The sound that was constantly ringing in his mind represented the call of the dead realm, that is, Tyrion had to advance the action of exploring the dead realm, and to enter the world of the opposite world, the strength of the soul is necessary The basic condition of the world is that only a strong soul, after entering the realm of death through the rift of this world, will not be quickly eroded by the power of that world.

This is why the Soul Gathering Coffin appears here, and in order to increase the strength, there must be materials for transformation and media for transformation. Fortunately, these two things are available for Tyrion.

"Apocalypse, my loyal weapon, you will not take this opportunity to kill your master here, right?"

Tyrion asked at a spiritual level, and the black fire sword inserted in the soul-gathering coffin made a strange buzz.

"It's hard to say, my dear "Master"..."

The villain-like voice of the apocalypse sounded in Tyrian’s spirit:

"You and my soul are connected, and I will naturally not take the initiative to hurt you, but if you can't bear the pain and pressure of soul transformation and become a fool under the impact, then you can't blame me."

"Especially, the transformation material you choose is still the broken soul of Archimonde the polluter...that is a material that is one order higher than your existing power. It is difficult to say whether his will will assimilate you, Turn you into a fool full of muscles."

"Oh, that's what I need to pay attention to...you won't bother you."

Tyrion's disdainful response:

"You just have to do your own thing, apocalypse, I'm curious, what kind of shape will you become after completing self-upgrading...I personally prefer low-key and luxurious straight-edged swords, you think What about?"

"Oh, that's definitely not what you want... rest assured, I can guarantee it."

The apocalypse sounded in Terion’s mind with a malicious smile, and the black flame wrapped around its sword began to spread slowly, swallowing the floating black mist into it, and then used it and Terion Soul imprint, to transform the crushed soul of the great demon into the purest soul power little by little, and then infuse the soul of Tyrion.

But whether it is Tyrion or Apocalypse, when facing Archimonde’s soul, it appears weaker, so the transformation of this soul power is very slow, very obscure, and it feels like a trickle The feeling that the power of the soul spreads on his own soul. The pain of reshaping the shape of the soul is like breaking the soul a little bit, and then mixing some other things, and then reshaping it into a new form.

The pain of this process does not need to be said much, but for Tyrion, the pain is barely tolerable. The body strengthened by the fruit of the tree of life also has enough space to carry a little bit of the expanded soul .

"You said..."

In the vaguely roar of polluters who could be heard vaguely, Tyrion suddenly asked:

"After this ritual, will there be some weird magic marks on my body, will my eyes be blind, and will I grow a demon horn that can be transformed into a demon to fight? "

"Hehe... you are talking about a demon hunter, right? I've seen those lunatics who gave everything for power. I killed a few 10,000 years ago...I have to say, you want to It’s a bit much, my childish "master"."

In the deep darkness, the apocalyptic laughter of Apocalypse came again:

"You will not become a demon hunter. Although in my opinion, you have a great hunting talent, but... at the moment of death, you have embarked on a very different road."

"Oh? Really? That's a shame..."

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"Wow, wow"

Wagri Agatha, armed with war spears, stood in front of the dark Soul Gathering Coffin like a sculpture of the Valkyrie.

As Wagri connected to the soul of Tyrion, she can't feel the pain of Tyrion, but she can feel that with the shift of time, Tyrion's soul does become stronger little by little.

Although at this speed, it takes at least tens of days of continuous conversion to reach the level of being able to safely enter the realm of death, this is actually a good sign.

But in the corner where Wagri didn't notice, in the fluttering shadow, a small figure suddenly flashed by, and her appearance happened just like her disappearance, quietly, Quickly even Agatha did not notice.

Wagri just felt the tumult of darkness. She turned back and looked at the fluttering darkness. Agatha's eyes widened and she looked at everything with Wagrid's unique vision, but found nothing.

"Strange, is it my dazzle?"

Agatha looked around and confirmed that there would be no other existence in this darkness except herself and the soul-gathering coffin, but she still felt a little weird, she said something to herself, and then continued to maintain Standing like a sculpture, watching the entrance of the underground hall with vigilance.

In the place where Agatha did not see, the little figure was hiding in the dark corner. She seemed to cover her mouth with her hands, and crept walking in the darkness, afraid of being discovered by Agatha.

And her goal of moving forward was precisely behind Agatha's behind, a strange black cosmic ghostly coffin exudes in the darkness.

To be precise, it's the guy in the soul coffin.

This weird little guy came to thank Tyrion, because her parents told her that she must be a polite little child, and the big brother helped her, and she must thank him personally.

But this little guy's walking in the dark is very strange. She doesn't seem to use her eyes to determine the direction. Like a blind man who fumbled in the dark, relying on Tyreon's breath, she approached little by little. Tall soul gathering coffin.

"boom"

Her small head bumped into the corner of the Soul Gathering Coat, and the little man sat down on the ground. She hugged her head in the dark. It seemed that she had hurt so badly just now.

But even more bizarre is that the vigilance has been raised to the highest Wagri Agatha, and the small man behind him has still not been found.

The little man rubbed his hurt head and slowly climbed up from the ground. She looked around. After finding out that there was no ladder, the little man reached out in frustration and caught the uneven wood on the surface of the Soul Coffin. Go up, and then crawl upwards with little effort.

The soul casket made by Tyrion is as tall as two adults. For a small man, this thing is like an insurmountable peak. It took her more than ten minutes to crawl into the gathering. On the lid of the soul coffin,

But looking at the very tightly gathered Soul Coffin, the little man scratched his head, repeatedly searching under his feet, but could not find the way into it. This made the little man very depressed. She sat on the surface of the Soul Coffin. She hugged her arms vigorously, but was aggrieved again. Finally, she stood up, made a grimace at Agatha in front of her, and disappeared silently into the fluttering shadow.

Except probably this little man himself, no one knows what happened in the dark...

Fifteen minutes later, the first day of the transformation ceremonies of Tyrion was completed. At the moment when Wagri lifted the Soul Gathering, in the shadow between the two, the strange waves flickered away.

But whether it was Wagri or tired Tyrion, he did not notice the waves...until Tyrion returned to his mansion, under the effect of strange incense, he slowly entered the sleep of the undead For a moment, the King of Dark Blade suddenly heard laughter from behind.

That laughter that is as joyful as a child, he is familiar with this kind of thing, because his baby daughter Dornan, when playing happily, will also make such laughter...like being blown by the wind Like the wind chimes, the draenei children's laughter is very pleasant.

But in this case, the laughter was too abrupt, and let the King of Dark Blade stand up subconsciously, looking back at the shadow behind, there...not empty, he saw... I saw the little girl with blue hair and messy hair in a skirt and vest.

It should be a weird ghost that can escape the death of Tyraine!

"Child, who are you?"

Tyrion looked at the little girl who appeared suddenly behind him. Although the latter was as cute as his daughter, the King of Blades did not relax his vigilance because the surrounding conditions were too weird. It's too quiet... so quiet that there is no sound at all.

"Huh huh huh huh huh!"

Facing Tyrion's problem, the ghost kid made a series of exclamations, she took a step back in fear, looked up timidly, and stared blankly at the front:

"Can you see me? Can you hear me?"

"Ok?"

Tyrion noticed the wood in the ghost child’s eyes, and the tone of her speech was completely different, that is to say... This child is a blind person, she can’t see everything in front of her, she can only distinguish Tyrion from her voice. presence.

"Friend, can you hear me?"

"It's so dark around, I can't see you..."

Talking, the weird little ghost stretched out his hand and fumbled forward like a blind man. Watching her staggering pace, Tyrion raised a strange emotion in his heart. He didn’t speak, but sat down. On the ground, reach out to the little ghost.

When two hands, one large and one small, held together, the child made a cheering voice:

"Awesome! Friends, I have touched you... You are the big brother, right? The big brother who rescued us from the monster's body...Thank you, Mom and Dad told me to be kind People, so I made a special trip to thank you, but you are too dark around, there is no light at all, I can’t see you."

"rescue?"

Tyrion frowned, he didn't remember who he rescued this time, but looking at the child's serious expression, Tyrion didn't mention the stubble again. After a few seconds of silence, he asked :

"Child, what is your name?"

"Yuna! My name is Yuna! What is your name? Big brother?"

The little ghost approached Tyrion and stretched out his cold hands, stroking Terrion's cheek, and facing her problem, the King of Blades shrugged and said:

"My name is Tyrion, Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, Yuna...where are you from?"

"Oh, the blade of dawn, a nice name!"

Yuna touched Terion’s pointed ear. She didn’t seem to have seen such an ear. She whispered while touching the sharp tip of Tyrion’s ear:

"My home is in Macquarie. I live with my parents, and I have met Mr. Velen. He has a long beard... Later, Mr. Velen left with others, but me and Mom and Dad still live in the village, and then one day a monster broke in, and Mom and Dad were separated...but I will find them, just like I will find you, brother with sharp ears."

"Can I be your friend? Tyrion...oh wait, they are coming, I hate, I am leaving, they are fierce, they want to catch me, but they are too stupid, they I can't find me at all...I'm leaving, friend, I will come to see you again! Goodbye!"

The little ghost looked back in a panic, then tipped his toes and kissed on Tyrion’s forehead, with a series of silver bell-like laughs, and once again disappeared into the darkness before Tyrion’s eyes. in.

And Tyrion’s eyes suddenly opened at this moment...he looked blankly, he was still in the meditation room of the mansion, the smell of incense was very strong, as if he had just had a dream .

But the King of Blades knew that things were not that simple. He touched his forehead behind him, and the cold kiss seemed to be still... wait, that voice!

Tyrion stroked his ears, the voice in his mind reappeared little by little, the sound of the summoning of the world of death, but why, why when he stayed with the little ghost named Yuna, Didn't hear that disgusting voice?

"Yuna?"

Tyrion's ten fingers tightened. He looked at the night sky outside the window. He whispered to himself:

"Who are you...?"

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