Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Emmmm"

The little ghost Yuna, sitting like a naughty little monkey, sat on the table opposite Tyrion, her cheek bulging, holding a fork in her left hand, and a spoon in her right hand, on the table in front of her. With a pot of mushroom and fish soup, Mr. Lar, the private chef of Terion, specially made the "delicious" for the ghost girl, which is specially provided for the tasteless undead.

The child was a bit rude, but overall it was cute.

In addition, don’t look at Yuna’s only one, but the age of this little girl is more than ten times older than Tyrion. You can’t judge the age of a spirit by its appearance, because when they die, The appearance has been fixed.

There is a secret in the little blind female ghost Yuna. There is no doubt that Tyrion believes that this ignorant little girl in front of her will be her "guide" into the realm of death. That Azeroth is mysterious. The ownership of the third **** is probably inseparable from the child in front of him.

In short, this is a precious "key", although Yuna may not even know this.

"Good friend Tyraine, you know what? I haven't had such a delicious thick soup in a long time."

Under Tyrion’s gaze, Yuna put the last colorful mushroom in her mouth, then wiped her mouth, grabbed her hair, and muttered:

"Probably after Mom and Dad left, there hasn't been anything to drink, how long has it been? A thousand sunrises and sunsets... two thousand, no no no no, too long, I can't count! "

Yuna grasped her fingers for a few seconds and then showed a big smile towards Tyrion, but since her eyes were always apathetic, this smile looked somewhat weird.

"So you have been lonely all the time, right? My little friend Yuna, can you tell me where you come from?"

Tyrion asked in a soft tone:

"Friends, you need to know each other. Look, my name is Tyrion. Blade of Dawn. I'm from Quel'Thalas. I'm 315 years old. I'm an elf, how about you?"

"Elves? What are elves? Argus has no elves, but we have elven dragons, little ones, very cute!"

The little ghost grabbed her hair and said a bunch of words, so that Tyrion did not know how to answer, but soon, Yuna said herself:

"My name is Yuna. I’m an Eredar. I’m...well, it’s not clear. In short, I live with my mom and dad on the northwest side of the ruling seat of Macquarie. I’m jumping. Going to school in the shadow garden, the teacher said that I will definitely become a very powerful mage in the future! Or a priest! Yuna is super powerful!"

Talking, the twitter little ghost was standing on the chair and waving his fingers. In the spirit state, with the waving of her fingers, a group of ghost-specific blue light spots sprinkled in the air and looked very beautiful.

"Agus, Yuna, do you mean that, in your memory, has Argus not been destroyed by the devil?"

Tyrion’s eyes narrowed. If Yuna was true, it meant that the humble little ghost in front of her was probably before the world of Argus was destroyed by the evil energy of the dark Titan Sargeras. Dead.

It has been 25,000 years ago.

"Nothing~"

The little ghost spread his hands and said to Tyrion:

"The day when Mom and Dad left, Yuna was playing with Noor at home. Dad told Yuna not to come out in the room. He and Mom were going to fight terrible monsters, but Yuna waited a long time, and Mom and Dad didn’t come back. , And then Yuna was very tired and fell asleep holding Nour... when Yuna woke up..."

Yuna lowered her head sadly, stroking her eyes:

"When Yuna woke up, she couldn't see, she couldn't see the light, there was only darkness in front of her, and there were a lot of screams. They, friends of Mom and Dad, Yuna's uncles and aunts, they seemed scared. ...It seems that some terrible monsters are chasing them."

Speaking of which, Yuna waved her hands and screamed excitedly:

"Yuna wants to help them, but they can’t hear Yuna, Yuna tries to shout at them, but they can’t hear... Then, then Argus becomes quiet, Yuna thinks Go to Yueying Garden to find a teacher. The teacher will always protect us, but Yuna meets a very ugly monster!"

The little ghost grabbed his face, it seemed that he wanted to imitate the fierceness of that monster, but a child made such a move, as if making a grimace.

"Yuna was eaten...but it didn't hurt at all, and then Yuna had a long dream, when Yuna woke up again..."

The little ghost shook her head, and she "watched" Tyrion:

"Yuna heard the voice of her good friend Terion! You are the only one who can hear Yuna talking for such a long time."

She jumped off the chair happily and stumbled when she landed, but quickly got up and ran to Tyrion's hand, holding the Lord's hand. She was like a docile kitten, leaning on Tyrion's hand:

"It's still dark! Yuna can't see anything, but at least we are together now, Yuna and her good friend Tyrion, we are just temporarily lost, right? We just... don't know that we are here Which, right? Tyrion?"

There is a trace of fear in Yuna’s childish voice, which cannot be concealed, even if she has lived in ghost form for tens of thousands of years, but her mind is still a child, experiencing the infection of the realm of death, in that grotesque world After the fear of being captured by the Dementor, it is hard not to feel fear.

And Yuna’s problem is still deep in Terion’s mind, the little ghost is lost on the way home, and Terion is the one lost between the dead and the living, although he has been The subordinates were full of confidence in front of him, but in his heart, he still could not determine where his future was.

Yuna was right, and he was lost.

Lord Lord extended his hand and wiped on top of Yuna's head. The little ghost raised his head and blinked her "godless" eyes. She seemed to feel the emotion of her friend. She whispered:

"Are you sad too? Tyrion, did Yuna say the wrong thing?"

"No, boy."

The big lord laughed dumbly. He was not weak enough to need a child to comfort him. He patted Xiao Yuna's head, helped her straighten her hair, and then said:

"Everything will be fine, whether it's you or me... yes, can you tell me how did you get into the shadow realm?"

"Shadow world? Where is that?"

Yuna asked blankly:

"Yuna didn't know the shadow world, but when Tyrion killed the monster, Yuna did go to another place, that place was very strange, there was light, and there was a voice... that voice has been in Yuna's ears There was something talking in here, but Yuna didn’t know what it was talking about, and there were some ugly monsters chasing Yuna, Yuna wanted to find a friend to help, and came to you!"

"sound?"

Tyrion's eyes narrowed. He picked up Yuna and held it in his arms. He asked softly:

"What is that voice telling you? Can you tell me?"

"Of course! Tyrion is Yuna's good friend!"

The little ghost grabbed the arm of the high lord with nostalgia, and she said in a word:

"That voice told me..."

"You can't beat the darkness without a crown, the rules are like this..."

"Wow"

When he heard this sentence, Tyrion’s death energy exploded at this moment, just as the beast that encountered a violent threat made an instinctive counterattack.

That was Yuna's words, but it fell in Tyrion’s ears, and at that moment the small, flexible voice suddenly changed into a sentimental, indifferent voice, and the tone made Tyrion’s whole body hairy before him. There is even a round of black sun illusion in the field of vision, which is like a pure black eye. When it looks directly, the whole body of the high lord becomes rigid.

"Tirion? Tyrion? What's wrong with you?"

Yuna's voice rang from the sky, and the voice quickly called Terion's consciousness back to the real world. He looked at the little ghost in his arms blankly. The next moment, Terion's fingers clenched.

He can now be 100% certain that this sentence was brought to him by the consciousness of the realm of the dead turned to Yuna...

This child is indeed a "guide", but it is not just a guide who leads Tyraine to the realm of the dead, or the consciousness of the realm of the dead is used to locate his own "guide".

Just now, the world "sees" him again, and once again sends him an "invitation".

"crown?"

Taraion tasted the word, and he said doubtfully:

"What is a crown?"

"Yuna doesn't know."

Seeing Tyrion's safety, Little Ghost suddenly became happy again, but a moment later, she leaned back in Tyrion's arms, and said with some frustration:

"Alas, it would be nice if Yuna could see things clearly, it was always dark here... If Yuna could see things, she could find the "Crown" by herself."

Hearing this sentence, Tyrion's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a small ghost's unintentional words made him realize... He might have a bit of an eyebrow in the face of the puzzle left by this dead realm.

The appearance of this little ghost is absolutely not accidental, just because she can freely enter and die in the realm of death, it means that Yuna must bear some kind of "mission", this mission is likely to solve the mystery of the realm of death. Key factor.

"Come on, little girl."

After a few minutes of thinking, Tyrion stood up and put the little girl in her arms on the ground. He took Yuna's hand and said softly:

"Your eyes are no problem, you can't see the picture in front of you, but the darkness covers your eyes, so now... let us help you find a ray of light to illuminate the dark light."

"Of course, there is one more thing before we leave."

Tyrion moved his shoulder, he said in a deep voice:

"Agatha!"

"in!"

Wagri, wearing the Valkyrie helmet, slowly emerged in the darkness behind Tyrion. She put the glowing spear on her hand on the ground, then lowered her head, waiting for Tyrion’s order.

"You go to Northrend, the Cold Wind Commando is temporarily under your command, looking for the trace of Alsace Menethil throughout the northern continent. After finding him, immediately report, I will catch up as quickly as possible past."

"Observe."

Wagri looked at the little ghost Yuna who was standing beside Tyrion with his eyes in a half-covered face helmet. The latter felt the smell of a stranger and could not help grasping Tyrion’s wrist and hiding his body. Behind Tyrion.

"Don't be afraid, boy."

Tyrion touched Yuna’s hair and whispered:

"This is a friend."

"Oh."

Yuna then looked up and waved to Agatha:

"Hi, I’m Yuna, I’m Tyrion’s friend."

Wagri nodded and gave a stiff smile to Yuna, then took a step back and slowly disappeared into the darkness. The high lord picked him up on his shoulders and walked outside the mansion. .

"Come on, little girl, I will take you to meet my daughters, you will be good friends, I promise."

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World of Delano, Shattrath City.

This is the only city in this small world that is still controlled by living people. Today, when the blade of darkness is becoming more and more stable for Draenor, the exiles who cannot tolerate the system established by the undead exist in this more and more. In the larger city, under the protection of Holy Light Naru Adal, live his life.

But where there are more people, all kinds of thoughts and conflicts become more acute. In today’s Shattrath city, the exiles of all ethnic groups add up to more than 1.2 million, under the control of the draenei people. The situation in the main city area can be better, and in the slums where the exiles are crowded, almost every block is ruled by different denominations.

Some people are addicted to fragile peace, some people are only willing to bury their lives for the first time, and some people are reluctant to be taken away by the undead in this world. They are brewing counterattacks again and again, but unfortunately, The "jihad" of the guerrillas who lacked cohesion and effective command only rushed out to provide new soldiers to the Dark Blade Legion.

Dark Blade's "captive" program in the world of Draenor has been truly successful.

"Yuna, don't be afraid, come with me!"

Dornan wore a small hunting costume and ran fast in Naru Square. Behind her, the little ghost who first appeared in front of others for the first time seemed a little scared, but she still used floating methods to find her voice. , Followed closely behind his new friend.

And farther away, Tyrion pulled down his cowboy hat in casual clothes. He did not come to Shattrath City in an official capacity. He did not want to cause official tension here.

"This is Draenor's brightest beam! It's what Dad asked us to find..."

Dornan stood breathlessly in front of the beam of holy light Naru Adal, she pointed to the jigsaw puzzle Naru floating in the air with a holy light and sound, shouted loudly:

"Adal can dispel all darkness, and it's nice to sing, come on, Yuna, stand by my side!"

At the urging of Dornan, the little ghost Yuna appeared quietly behind her. She used her own godless eyes to "look" at the Holy Light Naru in the air in front of her, and while Yuna looked at Adal, The Holy Light Naru, whose mind is immersed in another dimension, also seems to feel this kind of gaze. Its jigsaw puzzle body moves slowly. In the light voice of singing, it also casts its gaze on the little ghost beside Dornan.

And at the moment when the eyes of the two came into contact, Yuna suddenly covered her eyes and made a cry:

"What's that! The light in the dark, Yuna saw it...but it's so bright! It's dazzling! Yeah! Yeah! It's too bright, too bright! Ah!"

The reaction of the little ghost exceeded the expectations of all the people present. Dornan was nervously trying to catch Yuna, who was running long, and Tyrion also stepped up nervously. What's the same, a touch of warm holy light tried to envelope the little ghost running around.

But at the next moment, Yuna waved her hands and threw herself back into the shadow realm, as if appearing out of thin air, she disappeared from the ground again.

"Fur... isn't it Holy Light?"

Tyrion looked at this scene. He shook his head and waved towards Dornan, who was worried. He was about to leave with his daughter. Behind him, Holy Light Naru made a series of soft sounds, a A gentle voice rang in Tyrion’s heart:

"Lord Blade Lord, that little girl... I feel her unique atmosphere, that dangerous and cold atmosphere, what are you... planning?"

Tyrion did not look back, but waved his hand backwards:

"It has nothing to do with you, Adal...don't ask more."

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