Azeroth’s Death Track

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What is the scenery in the shadow world?

Just from the name of this place, we can probably guess the environment of this ghost place, a dim, no conventional life, a world filled with cold and loneliness, maybe it is like hell, full of lava And the devastating sulfur atmosphere, only energetic monsters can live in this ghost place.

This is the imaginary realm of shadow, or the realm of death, the realm where the undead should be...but in fact, it is not like this.

According to Wagri Agatha, the shadow world is a complete world, a vast world that is many times larger than the real world, and even a complete universe. It is like the back of the real world, like a coin. On two sides, they exist opposite to each other, and they merge with each other.

In every world, there is an entrance to the realm of death. In some civilizations, that is regarded as part of the cycle. The legend of the **** of death and **** was born for this reason, but unfortunately, at least in Azeroth, this The world does not have a "normal" death in the conventional sense.

Hella, who holds the largest entrance to Azeroth’s realm of death, should have been a **** of death, but this crazy woman has completely twisted her will by hatred. She crazy intercepted the soul that entered the realm of death, to cast her own army of revenge. Regardless of the balance and circulation of life and death, this has led to the total life of the mortal world after the development of the Azeroth world for 10,000 years...

Bangsandi’s “work attitude” is much better than that of Hella, but the problem is that the entrance to the realm of death controlled by the troll’s death seems to have some problems. He can only control the troll’s life and death cycle, or sign with other life. Some weird agreements to capture the souls of other races.

Moreover, Bangsandi cannot forcefully control the souls of all trolls, because there are other Loa competing with him for the affiliation of believers. The power of death controlled by the troll death is not powerful, at least compared to the lunatic Hella, He is at an absolute disadvantage.

However, these two people also have the same point. They both view the knowledge related to the realm of death more precious than anything. They will never reveal the words and phrases of this mysterious world, but now, the true face of this world has already appeared. In front of Tyrion.

Frankly, this truth made him feel a little...surprised.

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"Well..."

"Fur..."

"Well..."

"Fur..."

Yuna sat curiously on a stone, watching Tirion close her eyes, exhaling and inhaling constantly, and beside Tirion, she placed a bottle of drinking a third of water , And a local fruit that has been bitten in half, and the calm, awe-inspiring dark blade Lord Lord's expression at this time is very "wonderful"...

In this world, he recovered his five senses as a living person and that strange biological activity. After 10 minutes into the world, when he was assimilated to a certain extent by the realm of death, the indifferent emotions in his mind seemed to They were all alive again, and the indifferent scene in front of them seemed to be alive.

At this time, he was re-adapting to the action of "breathing", just like a living person, using the exhalation and inhalation movements to make those organs in the body start to function again, and even let the cold blood in the blood vessels begin to circulate. Although he lacked a heart in his chest, the process of causing blood circulation was somewhat awkward, but this sensory that had been lost for several years was restored, and also made Tyrion feel a little new.

"Gutter Gutter Gumble"

He picked up the water bottle, poured a few sips of water under the watchful eye of Yuna, and then maintained the movement, savoring the warm touch of the cold water flowing through the dry throat, and the sweetness of the water. .

Yes, those strange toxins are no longer needed. In this new world, he can also feel the taste of food.

"It's amazing..."

A moment later, Tyrion opened his eyes. He looked at the mountain stream shrouded in gloom. It was like a natural palace. Around the mountain stream, there were dozens of elongated stone pillars, which were completely incompatible with the principle of gravity. The way to support the heavy mountain rocks above, on the ground of this mountain stream, is a very flat ring with natural patterns of stones on it.

To be honest, it is hard to say that it was naturally formed.

"Little Yuna, what's there?"

Tyrion pointed to the darkness outside the mountain stream and asked softly, beside him, Xiao Yuna tilted her head and looked down at Tyrion’s finger. She said a little boredly:

"Nothing, it's a black forest with some weird birds, like crows, they are standing on a branch watching you, maybe they are still cursing you, this crow can talk, they like to scream and curse, And they are hard to listen to.

"Really?"

Lord Darkblade nodded. He looked in that direction. He didn't see any black forest or two crows. He saw nothing. There was only a surging darkness.

But Yuna will not lie to him, that is to say, what he can see in the realm of death is limited, currently limited to this mountain stream, which may indicate that he still has not been recognized by this world, but this world The special influence on the undead has already appeared on him. After the deceased enters here, it is like regaining the state of being alive...

You can breathe, you can feel all emotions, you can be happy, you can get rid of the pale and cold reality... just like its name, the realm of death, the world prepared for the dead.

Tyrion stood up. He took Yuna’s hand and slowly approached the darkness at the edge of the mountain stream stone pillar. The darkness and the shimmer differentiated a clear boundary in front of his eyes, dividing this space into two. The darkness in front of Tyrion was like a forbidden place.

Lord Darkblade took a deep breath and held out his finger, touching the black light curtain in front of his eyes. Between the finger touches, a series of fine sparks burst out of the halo, the kind of cold and irritating The senses, like an electric shock, made Terion feel his fingers numb, and he subconsciously pulled his fingers out of the darkness.

Feeling the faint pain on his fingers slowly disappearing, the lord took a step back. His eyes looked seriously at the dark darkness in front of him, and he shook his head:

"Um... maybe it's really not the time yet. We should go, this time first come here."

Talking, Tyraine was pulling Yuna and was about to leave along the way she came, and although the little ghost was a little dissatisfied, she was not willing to quarrel with her good friends, so she was behind Tyraine and prepared Leave your "home" in this world.

And at this moment, a slight sound rang in the hearts of Tyrion and Yuna at the same time.

"Did you hear it?"

Yuna listened sideways, and after a few seconds, she blinked and looked at Tyrion:

"It told me to look for Nur...Nur is here, it told me, right in the forest behind...I'm going to find Nur! With Nur in, I will never get lost The way home!"

"wrong!"

Tyrion clenched Yuna's wrist. He didn't hear the voice say anything, but an instinctive danger warning was driving him out of the place as if something bad was going to happen the next moment.

"Go! Go!"

He summoned the Black Fire Bone Sword in one hand, and hurled Yuna toward the dark mountain stream in one hand. In Tyrion’s horizon, the darkness outside the mountain stream began to roll up strangely, as if to swallow him completely , Yuna shouted dissatisfiedly:

"Stop! Terion, stop, Noor is behind, we can't just leave it here!"

"Don't worry about Nour, silly girl, go away!"

Tyrion tried his best to move forward, but at this moment, the strange dizziness in his brain and the obscurity of his thinking made his footsteps stagger. He turned back and looked at Yuna, he said in a deep voice:

"It... is angry, we should go."

"Do not!"

Yuna let out a scream and made Terion turn back suddenly, seeing that the road they were coming from was filled with dark energy mist, and between the dark mist surges, one after another weird, the whole body was scattered like The black armor is like "armor", except for the faintly dementors, those creatures that make the scalp tingle, one by one emerge from the black mist.

"Follow me, girl!"

Looking at the large number of Dementors in front of him, slowly approaching in silence, Tyrion let go of Yuna, clenched the black fire bone sword in his hands, and the voice of the apocalyptic haze also sounded in Tyrion's heart:

"What the **** are you in? This place makes me very uncomfortable! And, how did your strength weaken so much?"

"Do not talk nonsense!"

Tyrion gritted his teeth in response, watching Dementors screaming and rushing from the ground. Tyrion held the sword in both hands and took a step forward. The bone sword in his hand crossed a weak arc in the air. The black soul fire shone, and the bone sword with terrible damage to the spirit body cut off the heads of the two dementors without stopping.

But after being cut off their heads, their bodies are like black slime, strangely "melted" in the continuous darkness, but can hurt these spiritual monsters, and gave Tyrion Great confidence, as long as something that can be hacked to death by him, it will never be worthy of fear.

And Yuna is also holding Tirion’s clothes tightly. She has never seen so many dementors dispatched together. Under the command of a higher will, it is likely that all dementors in this unowned area Blame all concentrated here.

"Rush with me! Girl!"

The big lord lifted the little ghost and put it on her shoulders, letting her hold on to her helmet tightly. He waved his bone sword and slashed left and right to cut the approaching dementors one by one. The black muddy light curtain slid forward a path.

But as the apocalypse and Agatha warned, the longer they stayed in the realm of death, the more the power of Tyrion fell, and after the Dementor appeared, his power fell faster. The moment at the front of the road when he rushed in, Tyrion even felt the weight of the bone sword in his hand... This shows that he has been weakened to an incredible degree.

"Front! Just in front, keep walking, don't stop!"

Yuna grabbed Tyrion’s helmet, and under the screaming negative energy impact, the little ghost’s long white hair was blown up, and her bright eyes stared directly at the rolling darkness in front of her, guiding Tyrion. The way home.

And just as he stepped into the two realms, Yuna looked back suddenly. Tyrion didn’t know what the little ghost saw, and he only heard Yuna scream.

"Nur! You are finally here to help us! Wait for me... I will save you!"

Then he felt Yuna jumping off his shoulders and running towards the darkness behind him. The moment when Tyrion turned his head, he just saw the scene where the running Yuna was engulfed by darkness.

"No! Yuna! Come back! Girl, come back soon!"

Tyrion shouted loudly, but he could no longer see Yuna’s figure. The moment the "wizard" jumped into the darkness, the road leading to the world under Tyrion immediately disintegrated. He seemed to have fallen into endless shadows. In the abyss, there is a thick dark mist on the left and right, and there is silence between the shadows. The dementors of different shapes are staring at him.

That cold look made Tyrion hold the heavy weapon in his hand. He gasped like a living man. How long had he not been so embarrassed?

"Your will is swaying, Tyrion...you are going to fail."

The voice of the apocalyptic haze sounded in Tyrion’s ears with undisguised schadenfreude. This unruly **** weapon had always believed that Tyrion’s behavior of taking advantage of the fire was a shame for it, and now, it’s only 'S owner is about to die in a place where the two realms meet. After Tyrion's death, the apocalypse can be sure that he will regain "freedom".

"Shut up!"

Lord Darksword wielded a bone sword and knocked the dementors rushing to the ground. His own movements were also staggered. Between the weak dodges, a dementor spooked strangely from the darkness under Tyrion's feet. Crawling out, it made a smirk silently, stretched out its disgusting hands, and grabbed Tyrion's left foot.

At the moment of being touched by the dementor, Tyrion seemed to be thrown directly into the icy and snowy ground at minus 100 degrees. His obscure thinking at this moment seemed to be frozen, and the energy in his body The weak and extreme energy was also taken away by Dementors.

Those monsters, the monsters in the dark are like roaring beasts, taking advantage of the gap between Tyrion’s defense, they are “passing” through Tyrion’s body in a cheerful posture like a ghost. Each time it crosses, it will take away part of the energy of the high lord and make his frozen thinking more dull.

If this continues for less than 30 seconds, Tyrion will fall into eternal death due to the extinction of the soul fire.

He was tough. During the Dementor's attack, he touched his finger **** the storage ring. This action took him nearly 10 seconds. When the finger touched the dark ring, a large bag of bottles The jar appeared in his hand, and then fell to the ground. The potions spread out. Tyrion gritted his teeth and raised the bone sword in his hand in a slow motion gesture, and then hit the foot. Golden medicine bottle.

"Wow"

The concentrated holy water collides with the extreme negative energy at this moment, just like an endless fire burst, like a golden bonfire is lit, scaring those cheerful dementors back, they continue to Withdrawing, even the surrounding earth like the black mud surging became clear again.

Terion, who was covered with frost all over his body, sat on the ground. He tremblingly picked up the Shadow Protection Potion, twisted it out, and poured it into his mouth.

"Fu...Fu, really dangerous, almost... almost glorious..."

"Tirion! How are you doing?"

Yuna's shout also sounded at this moment, and Tyrion responded feebly. At the next moment, Yuna's figure rushed out of the darkness where she didn't lead to, and smashed into Tyre like a shell. In Ang Huai, the little ghost didn't know what terrible encounter her running around brought to Tyrion. She was tired of Tyrion at this time, and she gave herself something happy in her hand. Friends watching.

"Look! Nour, I found it! It's here to help us."

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