Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I am a Vrykul..."

"I was born in Stormfjord, the most powerful warrior in the Dragon Flan. In my hometown, while I was still alive, I traveled to the Grizzly Hills with the powerful and tyrannical King Ymiron.. . There are a lot of savage and powerful bearmen, and their gods..."

"I have seen the most beautiful aurora in the polar regions. I have also walked on a barren land. I have seen the elves moving in the hills. I have also watched dragons flying in the sky, burning everything with flames..."

"I'm dead..."

"My soul is eager to enter the Great Hall of Heroes, but not everyone can enjoy the glory of promotion...I finally came here, this eternal dark place, there is no day and no relief..."

"I am... wait, I am not, I am not this Vrykul! This is just... an illusion!"

"Om"

The Lord’s chaotic thinking is like the mist that envelopes the soul. He is moving forward blankly, and it is impossible to tell whether the illusion in the soul is true or false, but every time before it is about to be swallowed up by those chaotic and complicated souls and mists, it belongs to Tyrion. His cold consciousness will call him back.

But even so, in today's situation, he can only keep awake for a moment.

He worked hard to move the cold body, which was born from both the soul and the body. He raised his hands tremblingly, and outside the fresh skin, a layer of frost visible to the naked eye It was lingering, it was black frost and snow, it was black thin ice, and it looked like he was going to cover him completely.

Tyrion no longer knows how many dementors he "accepted" in his body, but from his chaotic thinking at this time to the swaying of memories like those of horse-riding lanterns, it can probably be judged that it must be an extreme Terrible numbers.

He turned back hard, and the darkness that enveloped his field of vision had disappeared. He could easily see the landscape far away from this side of the earth, as if there were two different perspectives, one belongs to him, the other belongs to the chaotic. awareness.

The arrival of every soul eater will "share" the light and knowledge of this world for him. A large map is quickly filled in his mind. The endless secrets buried in this barren land are also based on this This "assimilation" method remained in his mind.

Soon, there will be no secrets for him in this land of no land.

This is a part of "surrender", a part of an ordinary soul upgrade... Those strange deaths, the illusions and memories of death carried by those individuals of dementors, in the rapid accumulation, about The once big and vague concept of "death" is becoming clearer bit by bit.

Between these sober moments, he could feel that the power of the soul in his body was increasing at a terrible rate, which was only a quantitative change, but if he continued to do so, soon, his soul would enter the real The qualitative change, those dementors "melted" in his body, the soul of the self into his soul, this is a process of dedication and acceptance.

But this is also a "test" process.

Soul fusion brings not only the strength of the soul, but also the memories and consciousnesses belonging to different souls, and the emotional marks that are not very strong but difficult to remove, like the flow of foreign water, are accumulating in his soul quickly .

It's like a fast-filled jar. Once the jar is full and the external water flow is still there, there is only one...

"what!"

The lord’s cold hands grasped his bulging forehead. His own consciousness was eradicating these foreign memories at the fastest speed, but the speed of this reduction was far behind the speed of filling.

Tyrion knelt in agony on the desolate and dead ground, and layers of cold, dark power like mist shrouded the body of the high lord like a cobweb, like the strange layer of oil outside the dementor. The sticky material also covered his armor bit by bit. Obviously, this is the superposition of power, but also the beginning of assimilation.

With Tyrion’s knowledge, it is not difficult to realize that once his body is completely covered by these black oily substances, he will be transformed into a dementor that is similar to the Dementor but more powerful than the Dementor. The spirit of the world...maybe he will become the lord of this dead world. In a sense, this can be regarded as a successful "crown".

But this is not what the Lord Lord wants... He can’t abandon those behind him, his emotions, his loved ones and loved ones, he can’t be completely isolated from this world and become the king of another world. ... such a power, he is not rare!

"Om"

The cold earth was torn between Tyrian’s ten fingers twisted, but this weak external pain could not alleviate his status quo at this time, and some ignorant memories began to come to mind, Tyrandon knew... I'm "lost" again.

Just before the already unclear thinking was about to fall into the mist of the soul completely, the high lord gritted his teeth and gave the final command to his body.

"Looking for Yuna... looking for a guide."

After the fog of the dead realm covering the front road was completely dispelled, Tyrion could clearly sense the position of Yuna, and after understanding the meaning and threat of "Crown", the Lord Lord also had a "Guide" Deeper understanding.

Yuna, the little ghost, is definitely not just a guide to bring him into this world... she is the only connection between Tyrion and the present world after the assimilation. If the Lord Lord has not been found before being "completely assimilated" As the guide home, he will stay here forever.

This is probably the real trial given to Tyrion by the rulers of the realm of death...the premise is that if there is really a ruler in this large realm of death.

I really don’t know how Hella and Bangsandi got the management power of their hell... If they also experienced this kind of trial to find a "crown" like Tyraine, then they 'S guide... who is it?

"I am a night elf, and I remember my name... my name... what is my name?"

The mist of the mind once again overshadowed the will of the lord, just like the drowner who was struggling to find a way in the rolling sea of ​​anger, but after the mind was closed, the body of the lord still continued to follow Yuna’s whereabouts according to his orders. Move forward.

Even the High Lord himself did not know the power of this body now, and above this vast wilderness, his footsteps became heavier, just like thunder, between his walking, the constantly twisting path of darkness was in him. Rolling behind him, and the fire of the black soul burning on his body, like a dark beast walking in the wilderness, the panic power changed the dead world, and the torrential Flames are more like scattered storms.

Look carefully, there are some black phantoms in addition to the flame that seems to burn all...

Their faces are twisted, like the evil spirits bound to hell, and they scream endlessly under the extreme pain, wanting to be released from this cage, but from the **** of the soul of the high lord, they die Are trapped in the black flames, and unless they get his kindness, they will never be free.

That is true? Is it a false illusion?

This question is no longer meaningful, at least for Tyrion now, it is no longer meaningful.

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"Biu!"

The blue starlight flew from the top of the wand, like a bow and arrow, the blue beam of light hit the head of a dementor with a probe, and the starlight splashed between them, scaring the disgusting monster Turn around and run.

But running one doesn’t mean it’s safe. The little ghost Yuna deflated her mouth, straightened the wreath above her head, and kept cheering herself up in her heart to keep her from crying, but her other She couldn’t help but grab the bear doll hanging from her waist. She looked up. It was like a palace, full of dreadful darkness everywhere, and those ugly guys kept going from darkness. Crawling out, trying to hurt her.

She has been here for a long time...the speed of time in the realm of death is different for every life that enters it, and the little ghost Yuna should be of the type that lives like a year.

"Nur, Nur, fortunately you are with me."

The little girl hugged the bear, she looked around in a panic, and when she was convinced that there was no dementor sneaking in, she sat tired on the ground, she put her wand aside, it would no longer be as white as she remembered The little bear lay in front of her eyes. In the faint light, Yuna's eyes blinked like stars, and she could see her reflection in the eyes of the little bear doll.

"Like a silly kid..."

Yuna said to herself, but she laughed, but with a smile, she hugged Nur the bear in her arms, and buried her head on the doll's head.

"Nur, I'm left with you..."

"Everyone, everyone is gone... I can't see them anymore, I can't hear their voices, Dornan, Vanessa, Anduin, and Tyrion, I miss it they..."

As she said, the little girl felt like she was crying, but as a ghost, she couldn’t shed tears, but the sadness and slight loneliness remained in her heart. She remembered the past days, so lonely, back and forth They were all alone. At that time, she could not see anything, and groped the whole world in a lonely darkness.

Those days seemed like another world to Yuna. She didn't know how she got through that time.

But the memory is not only the cold darkness, but also the joy, playing with the children, and exploring the happiness of the realm of death with Tyrion. Some people are by their side, even if they don’t speak, they just sit together, It's much better than a lonely person like now.

However, the more happy memories are in the background, the more tragic past and cold reality becomes more abominable and unbearable.

Yuna didn’t know why she encountered such a thing. She didn’t know why she was chosen as the “Guide” of Tyrion. She didn’t even know why she entered the realm of death... but if she had to give Find a reason for all this, then probably it is destiny.

"Huh...Nur, you are also worried about your friends, right?"

Yuna raised her head and touched her dry eyes. She tied Nour back to her waist, then grabbed her wand and patted the bear's head:

"Don’t be afraid, I told them when I left, they won’t come to me, so they won’t be in danger..."

"Now, you and I are going to depend on each other~ Let's find a way to leave this!"

The little ghost sniffed her nose. She tightened the garland on her head, then grasped the wand, carefully approaching the edge of the dark palace again. Every time she tried to touch the black one The mist will attract a lot of dementors, but the careful little ghost can find that the number of dementors is decreasing.

She gritted her teeth and kept cheering herself up, then stretched out her fingers and touched the darkness in front of her eyes. The mist that entangled the whole space spun up again, and then a low roar, like it was from darkness The same is heard outside.

Yuna stepped back quickly. She looked around, and the dementors of different shapes crawled out of the darkness. They roared, and stepped towards the small ghost that retreated back to the center of the palace, and the latter continued Waving his magic wand in hand, between the blue stars shining, one after another dementors were hit, in the stars, these ugly guys will be scared to turn around and run.

Their embarrassed posture made the depressed little ghost laugh, and the inner gloom was also washed away.

"Hey, ugly guy!"

"Don't approach Yuna! Get out! Get out!"

"Yuna is the best!"

In the scream of the little ghost, the wand in her hand flicked everywhere, and for a time the whole palace was shining with blue stars. This scene was not like she was in danger, but like a bear child playing.

"boom"

The sudden shock of the earth made Yuna, who was having fun, turn back suddenly.

"boom"

The ground beneath her feet shook again. The scene was like when Dornan took her to the factory in the Black Iron District to see the scenes of those huge mechanical movements, but it was like when Yuna was still alive. One time, I went to Macquarie's park with my parents to see the thunder elephants, and the huge thunder elephants walked while walking.

It was like a terrible beast was approaching, and the dementors around Yuna who tried to touch her, also seemed to feel threatened and fled quickly.

This scene made the little ghost more frightened, but she still clenched her wand in both hands and stared at the place where the black mist drifted.

Waiting is always the most difficult...

"boom"

Between the loud and loud noises, the dark curtain in front of Yuna was completely torn apart, and then there was a storm-like fog and the burning black flame, which was entwined and formed various kinds in the air. All kinds of pictures are like the awakened **** devil.

The icy wind blew the little ghost's long hair flying around. In the horrified scream, Yuna reached out to block the gust of wind in front of her. Between her fingers, she tranced to see the storm core that day like the disaster, that staggering The moving figure, the iconic long gray hair...

"Tirion!"

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