Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Wow"

Shadow Wagri Agatha came carrying a large bag of bottles and jars and placed it in front of Tyrion’s eyes. This action left the High Lord a little puzzled. He looked back at the soul healer Annara , The latter shrugged to him.

"Don't look at me, you have to carry these things, don't ask why!"

Tyrion blinked, reached out to open the package, picked up a bottle with black liquid, and shook it in the palm of his hand. The liquid shone with a dark luster, and there was a magic spark beating in it, which made The high lord frowned:

"Shadow Power Protection Potion? Is this...concentrated holy water?"

"Ok."

Tyrion threw the two bottles back into the package and looked back at Agatha, who stood on his side with his hips. He seriously asked:

"why?"

"Simple, do you remember the last time I took you through the shadow world?"

Agatha reached out and pushed his helmet, Shen Sheng said:

"You should remember the feeling that, without being accepted by the shadow world, it is a real torture to enter the malicious world with a free attitude. You have a powerful force in the real world, which does not mean that you are in the shadows. The world will be just as powerful. The power systems of the two worlds are completely different. In the outside world, power is the most respected, but in that world, the soul is the most important."

Soul healer said on one side:

"In other words, once you follow Yuna into the realm of death, the longer you enter the world, the more obvious your power will decline, and the world will exclude the power that does not belong to it, maybe 10 minutes. It may be an hour. In the process of assimilation by the realm of death, you always have the most vulnerable time. At that time, you are not as good as a mortal who has no power!"

"Dementors will not miss this good opportunity to "hunt"."

Agatha sternly pushed the big bag to Tyrion. She put her hands on the table and said seriously:

"You have to carry these things, and once you feel something is wrong, let Yuna take you out immediately, it's no joke, Tyrion, that world has swallowed too many creatures stronger than you, and no one knows What you need to do to make the world recognize your existence is difficult."

"Thank you for your concern."

Tyrion shook his head. He stood up, and in the palm of the black fire jump, the apocalypse that had completed self-upgradation appeared in his hand. The pale white bone sword with a dark red light in the center crossed the air and issued In response to the whistling sound, he put the bone sword in his hand and looked at the two Wagris in front of him, he said softly:

"But I think I can just have this."

Agatha stared at the bone sword in Tyrion's hand. After a while, she stubbornly pushed the package in her hand again:

"Apocalypse has no doubt about the killing of spirits, but when you become the weakest, even if there is apocalypse self-defense, it is difficult for you to exert the power that the **** weapon should have. This is what you said... The sword is sharp only because of the people who wield it. In short, bring these things! I’m not kidding you. Once you die, my compatriots and me can’t live, it’s for us."

Tyrion looked at the package that Wagri handed over. His gaze stayed on the package for a moment. Eventually, he extended his finger and at the moment of touching the package, he threw it into the storage ring. He Nodded:

"Okay, but I have another question. If you are worried about my journey, why don't you come with me? Wagri is a pure spirit, and activities in the shadow world should be more convenient than me. You can do it. Protect me throughout."

"What a great idea, genius."

Anna La groaned, and the eccentric soul healer lengthened her voice and said:

"We can indeed protect you in the shadow world, but Agatha and I, or any Wagri that you have given you freedom to enter the shadow world, will be felt by Hella, don’t forget, she is the realm of death Lord, she has a higher authority in that world than us. Although Yuna takes you to a place far from Hela’s underworld, no one can say what our crazy elder sister will do. "

"I don't care about being ambushed, anyway, as a spirit, but I can still run, but how about you? Once Hella was ambushed in that world, it would be difficult for you to run out again, that's her territory, you You won’t take this risk, will you?

Tyrion pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Okay, then I will go alone...right."

The moment he stepped out of the room, looking back at the two Wagris behind him, he said softly:

"Keep me secret, okay? Don't let Aurelia know I'm taking another risk...I don't want to worry her."

"The premise is that you can come back alive, Tyrion. If you die, we can't find a guy exactly like you to pretend to be you."

Annara embraced her arms, and the soul healer flapped her wings, watching Tyrion leave without looking back, stepping into the portal to Drustvar, and the soul healer turned to look at nothing. Wagri Agatha, she asked:

"Do you think he will succeed? In my memory, Hella spent nearly ten thousand years trying to enter and integrate the area, but she never succeeded."

"I do not know."

Agatha shook his head, and Wagri replied somewhat blankly:

"Hella was able to gain control of the Kingdom of Shadows with the help of Warragal. As far as I know, Bangsandi seems to have become the controller of the second **** with external force, but Tyrion... Unlike Hella and Bangsandi, he did not rely on any external force, he reached the present step, so I can not predict his future, he is weak, so there is a good chance that he will die, but if he can Survive..."

Agatha didn't finish it, but Annara, the soul healer, seemed to know what Agatha had to say. She answered:

"He will be the purest one...maybe the strongest one."

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After escaping from the dead, he took the initiative to cross the two worlds again, which sounded somewhat crazy.

But Tyrion did so voluntarily.

Fully armed, he took Yuna’s hand, and let the twitter little ghost take her into the intersection of the shadow realm of Druswana and the present world. Behind him, the digital druids of the wither, Including the harvest wizard Ort, the Orb of the Great Jing, and the larvae of the wolf-caller, Fanghuo, and even the Great Patriarch withered in the form of an illusion at this moment, the body is also located in the cave of Mount Hyjal Mo Yana. Deer helmet.

The withers living in the dark mountains of Drustvar have planted the seed of life in this cut emerald dream, this powerful and weird plant life is transforming this piece of corruption in its own way The emerald dream, the scene of dark ashes like hell, has been completely dispelled. With the efforts of the Druids, the emerald dream has a "land of life" weather.

There are huge and full of vitality rune vines everywhere, just like the plants in Quel'Thalas, the species of life catalyze the plants of this land, making them more active, representing the existence of the vitality of life The halo fluttered in this holy place, making this slightly dim world, as beautiful as the stars.

The forest spirits who were born in the Emerald Dream are the natural caregivers and defenders of this plant woodland. They obey the will of the withers and built many beautiful tree houses in this vine land. And crypts for more and more druids to rest.

The blighters believe that in a few years' time, this holy place will be no different from the Emerald Dream, and for now, in the Drustvar Mountains, the blighters have become the local orthodox beliefs, and every month Many local humans come here to worship, and those talented among them will be absorbed into the blight sect.

This Druid sect, supported by Tyrion, is developing rapidly in secret... Soon, they will rush out of Drusvar and spread their doctrine to the base camp of the Cenarion Circle and to Cali. The mainland of Mdo... Actually, there are already some radical blighters who took a boat and secretly entered the land to preach, and their achievements were remarkable.

In the Barrens, some wild boars have already converted to the doctrine of the wither. These lost people who have lost their glorious civilizations need only a little guidance to become very sincere natural believers.

It is said that it is only said that... the upper levels of the withers, these big druids who came to see Tyrion into the realm of death, are also secretly planning a earth-shattering one, which is said to directly shake Cenarion's parliamentary rule The basics...but before they act, no one knows what they want to do.

"Go ahead, Lord Lord."

The harvest wizard Ort shouted loudly:

"We will monitor the cracks of the world at all times, and once a large-scale energy shock occurs, we will do our best to maintain it until you and the little girl come back sadly!"

"Thank you."

Tyrion turned back and nodded at the big druids, then patted the head of Little Yuna, who squeezed Tyrion’s fingers with cold hands, she looked up at Terrion, Lord Lord The majestic armor and weapons seemed to give the little girl some confidence. She looked at the fissures of the world haunted by the black halo in front of her, and in the cracks of darkness and mist, like the eyes of Yuna, A dark path appeared strangely in the mist.

"I saw "It", Tyrion."

Yuna whispered that she took a step forward, Tyrion followed, and he saw nothing... But when Yuna stepped into the dark mist, the rich and strange energy turned towards the two. The sides spread out as if welcoming the little ghost to "go home".

Lord Darkblade hasn’t felt the "tensile" emotion for a long time. At this moment, he is standing in front of the rift of the world. He takes a deep breath like a living person, and then steps into it, crossing the reality and Between the cracks in the shadow world, the last symptom appeared before him.

The light in front of him was like being distorted by invisible forces. The black and white halos obscured everything in the field of vision, like a feeling of high myopia, and the more he went into his mind The noisy voice in Zhong became louder, making his thinking operation obscure and making his spirit start to dizzy.

This is not a problem caused by the weakening of power. Tyrion can feel that although his power is slowly passing, it still exists. This dizzy and strange sense is obviously engraved between his thinking by the external environment. , As if the world was maliciously shrouded, making him unable to enter it in the best condition.

He shook his head, trying to expel that drunken feeling from his mind. Between the staggering of his eyes, he suddenly could see Yuna's bouncing figure in front of him, and could vaguely smile to the little girl happy. Sound, and these fragments are mixed on the light wall shining on both sides of this channel, so that his thinking has a short disconnection.

As he got deeper into it, the picture in his horizon became intermittent.

The power from the shadow world began to erode his soul, or, the will of that world, began to transform his soul to let him complete the conversion of the different systems of the two worlds...This is a completely strange experience.

"What's wrong with you? Tyrion?"

Yuna, who was leaping forward in front, turned around and saw the bad situation of her friend. She hurried over and reached out to grab Tyrion’s wrist. The cold touch made Tyrion sober for a moment, and he looked back Go, behind him, the dark mist slowly fills the passage between the two when they come, and the dark path becomes no longer clear after he steps over.

"Can you still see that road?"

Tyrion suddenly had a very strange feeling of dry mouth... but he didn't pay attention to this small detail, but looked seriously at Yuna in front of him, he asked:

"Here, can you take me back?"

"of course!"

Yuna said crisply, she blinked and pointed to the dark mist behind Tyrion:

"Road, right there!"

Hearing this, Terry turned back subconsciously, but there was nothing but a black halo behind him.

"You really are a guide... I guess right, only you can see the road."

Tyrion wiped Yuna's hair speechlessly. He exhaled and looked at the front, where it seemed to be the entrance of a cave, a shimmer of light was shining between the strange black rocks, and was over. After the headache of the two realms, he could finally see the "landscape" of the shadow realm.

"Is this your home in the shadow world?"

"Of course, come with me, Tyrion, I will take you to where I often play... very fun."

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