Azeroth’s Death Track

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Death is a state, a description, an ending, an understanding.

It can be used as a noun, verb, and adjective, and it often produces different meanings in different contexts, but this is only a description of death by individual wisdom. As each life that always greets death, it is different for death itself. Understanding.

Some hate, some calm.

Some escape, some expect.

In countless explanations, death is endowed with countless different symbols, romanticism, realism, or nihilism, which is used by many people as an excuse to do nothing, and is also regarded by many as a driving force for progress.

Some people say that it is great, some people say it is unreasonable, and some people desperately vilify it.

But in any case, death is death, and the meaning given to it by wisdom does not affect its own state of existence...death is not just the end, it is still a power.

A force that is difficult to be discovered and used by mortals...

But for individuals who have not experienced death, their descriptions are inaccurate.

The Lord of the Dark Blade Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn has experienced death. I don’t know it is him. All members of the entire Dark Blade, from the powerful Death Lord to the undead infantry, are derivatives of the death force.

But they didn’t really experience death. When the sharp blade pierced his body, he just took his life, and didn’t reveal the true meaning of death to him... Maybe Tyrion at that time was too weak to be able to Really appreciate this obscure power.

But now he is strong enough, so when he experiences death again, he feels a lot, he can feel that the cold and gentle power slowly penetrates into his body, removing the impurities of the body , Imposing the quiet state behind that power on him.

The feeling is comfortable, like breaking away from the boundaries attached to the body itself, letting him become...free, even giving the lord a sense of where he wants to go, even making him feel a trace Dazed joy.

Just like a dream, those who originally cared about, those who didn’t want to let go, and those who couldn’t let go at all seemed to become indifferent at this moment, he just wanted to close his eyes and have a good dream Field, as to what to do after the dream wakes up, as to whether this dream of death will wake up, it seems to have nothing to do with him.

Until there was a cry of forgiveness and clear dreams, that crying voice... It seemed to be a child, and it came into his tired heart, and finally, like all the people who were sleeping and disturbed, Tyrion opened The eyes, and the seemingly absurd calls, became clear in his ears.

"Tirion! Tyrion... what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Yuna knelt beside Terion’s cheek, her hair was messy, her body was covered with dirt and ashes, and there were marks of scratches on her arms. Obviously, relying on her almost unrestrained strength The girl, crossing the soul storm that surrounds Tyrion is not an easy thing, but perhaps even in the lost, this body still remembers Yuna and did not deliberately hurt her.

But Rao is so, staring at the declining soul storm on the ground and climbing a distance of more than ten meters, it is also a desperate thing for Yuna.

Fortunately, not just tired, but also for other reasons, Tyrion finally comatose in this shadow palace, which gave the little girl a chance to climb over.

But she didn’t dare to touch Tyrion’s body, not only because of the scary skin of the High Lord’s skin, but also to the unbearable cold for the ghosts, but also because of the black layer covering the outside of Tyrion. Matter, just like the dementors, the dark energy continually wrapped around the body of the high lord, now covering his neck.

"Yuna..."

Tyrion saw a little ghost in his life, a smile flashed on his old and thin face, but before he could say more, the memories of the dementors in his mind rolled over again, that is The heavy memory, the fragments of thousands of souls are mixed together, just like the working computer can not withstand the huge amount of data, almost let the soul of the Lord of the Lord hang at this moment.

With the return of his consciousness, the feeling of assimilation of the realm of death became more and more obvious. The lord could feel that the black matter covering the body was growing, and every minute and second became deeper, that feeling, The clear sense of death is covering his consciousness along with those confusing memories, and his own soul has become weak under such long torture.

Even after absorbing a part of the soul of Archimonde, his tough soul is not enough to continue to support it.

He is going to die...

In Tyrian’s confused eyes, he can even see a phantom swaying, which is different from the desperate situation of this world. At that time, he had at least the power to resist, but in this world, he is a common mortal. , A high elf who strayed into this world.

But maybe this is the last step to win the "crown"...

Tyrion couldn't tell the difference. His instinct told him that no matter what the possibility was, he was given little time, and he was about to usher in the last moment soon.

That will be a...judgment?

Okay, just use this word.

The chaos of will made Terion's cranky thoughts uncontrollable until he endured the murmur of the soul and the kind of tingling moment, and then heard the little ghost knelt in front of his eyes sobbing.

Yuna finally awakened Tyrion, but judging from Tyrion's expression and posture, Yuna's child probably guessed Tyrion's situation.

But what can she do?

She is just a child... even if she has lived for more than 20,000 years with her spirit, but her soul still belongs to the little girl who died alone in the ruins of Makere...

"Don't cry... Yuna, don't cry..."

Tyrion said softly:

"I finally found you, silly boy, your prison cage has been shattered, go away, leave here..."

The lord wanted to reach out and touch Yuna’s head, but the black matter was wrapped around him so that he couldn’t move. He could only say to Yuna:

"Don't worry about me, boy."

"I no longer have to travel around, here is my destination...whether it is good or bad, since the end has come, then bless me, Yuna, my friend, don't use tears to send me away... "

"Tirion, don't leave me, please."

Yuna looked at the black substance that slowly stretched onto Terion’s cheeks. She hurriedly reached out to wipe out the thing, but was prevented by Terion. This thing might cause damage to Yuna. After all, she was Pure spirit.

He comforted the crying ghost again, and the lord closed his eyes. In the fatigue of the soul and the sound of those noisy sounds, he could feel that the cold force had spread to his whole body, he was like Like Elder Twilight, said to Yuna:

"Sing a song for me, I have been for a long time... I haven't heard anyone sing."

The little ghost touched her eyes, and the spirit body had no tears, but the sadness in her heart was unforgeable. The one lying in front of her was the first friend she met in tens of thousands of years of solitude. Unclear about Tyraine's encounter, she just thought that the main leader left her completely here.

Watching Tyrion's gradually covered face, Yuna sobbed and sang Eredar of the Argus world. People praised the hymn of the Holy Light, which was the only thing the child learned in the Academy of Yueying Garden a song.

Her voice was clear, with the unique tones of the little girls. Although the sadness was not concealed, the voice like a bird chirping still made people sway.

"Sweep across the sky and shine on the star dome."

"Dispel darkness and bring dawn."

"Whereever you go, all souls sing,"

"Listen to everything you say."

"Holy light, all glory belongs to you."

"Holy light, all prayers wish you peace."

"Thank you, let us bathe in light."

"Thank you for keeping us sincere..."

The melodious song slowly ended in a high-pitched treble, and the sobbing Yuna sang the chant in ancient Ereda. She sang intermittently, and some places were not in tone, or the tone changed because of sobbing, but this The hymn still seems to make Tyrion feel peaceful.

"It's so good... so good..."

Tyrion’s eyes were already dark, and Yuna could only hear his last unheard words:

"Well, as you wish, then... die again."

When Yuna lowered her head, she saw Tyrion completely covered by dark matter.

His face was printed on the black matter. He closed his eyes and had a smile on the corner of his mouth. That is the smile that Yuna rarely sees on Tyrion’s face. It is full of gentleness and calmness, just like The biggest sorrow in my heart was all solved.

"Wow!"

Yuna couldn't bear the pain in her heart anymore. She knelt in front of Tyrion's eyes and cried loudly. The cry of the girl's weeping came out to the far away. In the dark palace of utter silence, this cry also attracted the girl. A group of uninvited guests came.

Those were the last dozen Dementors, and probably the last remnants of this land of nowhere. Their lingering sounds made Yuna turn her head back suddenly, and the eyes of the little girl who shone like stars were sad, And a kind of bitter anger.

She grabbed the wand on her hand, held it in both hands, and pointed at the dementors that had come over. She screamed:

"Don't come over! You are not allowed to come close to Tyrion! I want to protect my friends!"

"I don't allow!!!"

In the scream of the girl, the wand in her hand was turned on to the maximum power for the first time. In Yuna’s angry wave, the blue star thrown from the top of the wand really brought a whistling sound, like Like a real arrow, the fastest dementor crawling in front of his eyes pierced his head.

In this extreme anger, Yuna herself did not find that a faint ray of light appeared in her spirit body, which is different from the faint blue light that ghosts have always had. This ray of light is truly golden... Just like the purest light.

If this scene is seen by the believers of the Holy Light in Kalimdor, it will probably break the faith of every believer in an instant.

Holy light, great light... how can you care for a ghost girl? How could it appear...to the undead?

"Biu!"

Between the light of Yuna's last wand flying, the golden light had been turned into substance, and like a sword, the dementor pierced the tooth dance claws, tearing its body apart.

This scene also made the sad Yuna's eyes widen. The confused girl only raised her hands at this moment, only to see the shining light in her hands.

"Holy light!"

Yuna screamed. The contact with Naruadal in Shattrath City has caused her to have a great fear of the energy of the Holy Light, but this time the Holy Light on her body did not hurt her. On the contrary , Also made her feel a trace of warmth.

But this did not change the reality that the little girl was under siege. She shattered the body of a dementor, but there were more dementors crawling towards her.

Yuna grabbed the wand in her hand. She was a little scared in her heart. Although she used to scare dementors as a game when she was with Tyrion before, Tyrion could not protect her now. And the dozen dementors in front of her looked like a bad comer. Now, she can only rely on herself to protect herself.

The little ghost looked back at Tyrion who was lying behind her. Her friends could not move now, so she had to protect Tyrion.

At the thought of this, a courage burst out in Yuna's heart. It seemed that she was inspired by courage, and the light entwined in the body of the little ghost became brighter.

"Yeah!"

Yuna watched as the dementors climbed closer and closer, the little ghost summoned courage, made a childish roar, and rushed up with her wand, but just as she approached the dementor, a golden halo Suddenly puncturing the darkness above Yuna's head, like the sudden emergence of sunlight, enveloped the dozen dementors in it.

Those dark guys are like snowmen thrown in the sun, one by one in the painful howl, they are melted little by little.

But Yuna was scared to sit on the ground. The little ghost raised her head and looked at the warm beam of light in front of her eyes. A voice seemed to beckoning her into it. Yuna shook her head hard, but the gentle voice was still on her. There was a sound inside, Yuna stood up, patted her clothes, and asked with some fear:

"Sister...you, are you the Holy Light?"

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