26. Interlude. Death Pioneer -- for the ILLUMINATI brothers [11/22]
Although the Hades Abyss looks like a bad place, it is actually a bad place, but it does not mean that there are no good things in this land.
On the edge of the cleared eternal battlefield, in those hidden valleys, there are many springs guarded by elemental creatures. The water in those springs is clear black, with a refreshing coldness, and it is more viscous than ordinary water.
, but there is no feeling of turbidity or darkness at all. These springs contain extremely pure soul power. In the past years, it was one of the most important supplies for Hela's elite army.
The Fountain of Souls is a rare item that can effectively repair damage to the soul, and is also the most precious resource in the Hell Abyss.
"Hmm"
Accompanied by a low groan like waking up from sleep, a perfect, white jade-like body stood up from the spring water amid the fluctuations of the water in the soul spring, with wet hair clinging to the cold, uneven skin.
, with the long wine-red hair swaying, water droplets floated on the surface of the swaying spring water like rain. After several breaths, the Death Lord of the Dark Blade Legion opened his eyes.
Myra, who was standing by, immediately gave her wife a loose robe and gently wiped her wet long hair. In the process, Lord Luminas Yangscar seemed to be immersed in another kind of
In her senses, she was like a puppet on strings, as if she had been cursed by some kind, as if she had lost her soul, and even her eyes had lost the flexibility and cunning they once had.
But that's not actually the case.
Her missing soul was filled.
In the black spring of the soul spring, nourished by the power of the soul, the pain she had to pay for overcoming death, and the fragments representing personality, will and emotion returned to the original body, making the world in her eyes die.
A few years later, it became vivid again, like a black and white painting that, after a long wait, was finally stained with traces of color.
The whole world became clearer, as if the barrier between herself and reality had finally been broken, and she no longer needed to observe the world through a layer of cold gauze.
But the indifference that belongs to the nature of the undead regulates these too vivid emotions, like some invisible chains, binding the complete will and emotions and maintaining them at a level that can be accepted by the undead.
Above, this is a kind of self-protection of the will of the undead. Life and death are a door. Once you step into it, you are destined to only watch the scenery outside the door, but not to intervene.
As a dead person, driven by his complete personality and emotions, it is easy to try to continue playing the role he played when he was still alive. However, the world of death is indifferent. In the conflict between rules and self, the immature undead can easily
Self-destruction.
Fortunately, Luminas is already a very mature dead person. Her understanding of death and her super self-control unique to high-level undead allowed her to quickly regain control of this kind of thing that is too unfamiliar for the dead.
She is still a little uncomfortable with living senses.
After a moment of confusion, reason returned to Lord Luminas' body. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and held her still wet hair in her hand. She looked back at her husband, and she saw
The worry in Myra's eyes, a caring emotion rising from her heart, seemed a bit strange, but it was not resisting.
The integrity of her soul allowed Luminas to truly find herself. Her eyes were no longer cold, her emotions were no longer extreme, and even her voice had become softer than before, just like when she was still alive.
Look.
"I seem to have had a long dream, my Myra."
Luminas took a step back. She reached out and took Myra's hands. A soft smile that she had never seen before appeared on her beautiful face. She put Myra's cold hands on her face and died.
After the lord's soul was complete, her manipulation of power seemed to become more and more delicate. Amid the slight fluctuations in Lumi's emotions, the cold breath gathered into white snowflakes, slowly falling around the two of them, and the one wearing a red robe
The two held hands in the snow, just like the most perfect lovers.
Lumi looked at the little man in front of her who would never leave her. The past came to mind, and she whispered:
"From birth to death, I have walked too far in death. I have forgotten too many things. You and me, those memories when we were alive. That may not be a beautiful dream, but in that dream
Li, it’s great that you are always by my side.”
My wife's sudden tenderness surprised Blood Lord Myra Dawnblade, who had seen a lot of things in the world, and was even a little scared.
Although his cousin had told him in advance that the integrity of the soul might completely change the character of an undead, he never thought that his wife would change so drastically.
But that's her, that's the woman she loves, the one who would rather give up her life than spend her whole life with her.
"You have become a bit strange, Lumi."
Myra took his wife into his arms, he hugged her tightly, kissed his wife's hair, and whispered:
"It may take me some time to get used to you like this, but it doesn't matter. Welcome home."
The lovers who embraced each other silently did not realize that a little further away, on a hillside, the great lord and his wife were standing there, watching the recovery process of Lumi's soul. The existence of every death lord was important to the Dark Blade.
All are very important. As the leader, Tyrion must ensure that the soul recovery process is flawless.
"Their relationship is really good."
Tyrion held his wife's hand. He seemed to be relieved, and as if he had completed a heavy mission. He whispered:
"When they followed me, Grokush, Luminas and Serente were the first people to follow me. Like me, they all have the lack of souls, but they are different from me.
I don’t need the past to remember you, mother, and our sister and brother. They can’t. When they returned from death, they more or less forgot something, and that kind of forgetting was also complete.
Changed them."
"I know."
The Blood Mistress felt the change in her husband's mood, perhaps influenced by the tender feelings of Lumi and Myra. Alleria stood on tiptoes, like a little girl, and kissed her husband gently on the cheek. She said
:
"I know that they never asked you to promise to make them whole again, but I also know that you have never given up trying, and now, you finally did it. You have completed what a leader should do.
, you protected them well, protected us well and gave us an endless future. Everyone is very grateful to you."
"But there's still one last step left."
His wife's encouragement made the great lord smile. He turned his head, stretched out his hand to hold his wife's slender waist, and said:
"Let's go and give them some alone time. Actually, I have something terrible to tell you, Alleria, about our daughter Taelia. It is said that there is a little ruffian trying to seduce our good daughter.
, This makes me very, very angry! I don’t even know how to convey this matter to Major General Sellers and Lord Fordagon.”
"But I will be busy in the next few days, so I want you to ask our daughter on my behalf what is going on! And that little ruffian who doesn't know how to live or die, you can "persuad" him for me
?”
And when she heard that her good daughter was in love without telling her old parents, Blood Mistress' tone became a little unkind:
"Oh? You mean, someone is trying to become the "son-in-law" of death? Well, that's really brave. I'll go back to Stormwind City immediately. My dear, just do your own thing. Leave this matter to me.
"
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With a huge roar, a black temple suspended in the sky appeared over Stormfjord as if it was tearing open space. It was like a hill hanging in the sky, blocking the bright sunshine and blocking the sky.
His huge shadow was cast on the ground.
Several Dark Blade battle groups are building new defense lines and fortresses on the ground below. In connection with several teleportation arrays in the Dark Temple, a huge number of weapons, ammunition and various supplies are being sent to the army. The battle has just been completed.
The injuries to the sergeants of several battle groups in the Hades War were not serious, but the gaps in ammunition and weapons were large.
The soldiers of the Dark Blade perfectly carried out the requests of the lords. They almost washed out the entire Hades with holy silver bullets, causing all the inventory of holy silver shells prepared by the Dark Blade Legion's logistics department over the past few years to be used.
Light, and there is also a serious gap in the artillery rationing of the artillery corps. Hela's legion has a large number of people. It is not an easy task to suppress those dead souls from beginning to end with heavy firepower.
Fortunately, there is a complete arms manufacturing industry in the Dark Blade City in the Death Realm. After nearly a week of emergency production, these newly issued weapons can barely guarantee the ammunition base required for a big battle, and the Black Iron Zone has
The arms dealers still have enough arms stores that can be used to arm Helagar's subordinates.
Although these surrendered dead soul warriors do not meet the standards of soldiers of the Dark Blade, the dead soul warriors under Hela do not have fixed bodies, so there is still the possibility of being transformed. In the upcoming war against Valargar
, these Helagar legions that Hela has "accumulated" for tens of thousands of years will become extremely perfect "cannon fodder."
In short, the second war on the land of Stormheim is about to begin, and everything is being prepared in an orderly manner.
"哐, 哐, 哐"
The sound of armor clashing sounded in the top hall of the Dark Temple, alarming the great lord who was flipping through some documents. Tyrion raised his head and saw a graceful pale Valkyrie swaying towards him.
This Val'kyr wore a pale, gorgeous armor, holding a double-edged sword with up and down edges in one hand, and a heavy shield made of silver halo in the other hand. She wore the Val'kyr logo.
The sexy half-covered lightning helmet has a pair of broad pale wings folded behind her back. The heavy power of death lingers on the body of this Valkyrie, making her wings mixed with touches of low-key and restrained beauty.
black.
She is taller than other Valkyries, has a sinister temperament, and looks majestic, but how can I put it, she seems to have just learned to walk, and her crooked and awkward posture is very awkward.
"Why is my name not in the Vanguard, Tyrion!"
The Valkyrie took off her helmet, revealing her resolute and neutral face, her pale eyes shining with strong dissatisfaction, and she shouted loudly:
"Do you want me to be a coward?"
"Hela!"
The great lord looked at the pale Valkyrie in front of him with a headache, and he whispered:
"You should be training in Dark Blade City now! You and this body have not yet reached a perfect fit. I also know your will to join the war, but look at you, you can't even walk steadily now!"
"It's not because I'm weak, Tyrion!"
Hela, the pale Valkyrie, stubbornly pointed the ferocious double-edged sword in her hand on the ground, trying hard to make her crooked body stand more straight. She retorted loudly:
"It's just that I haven't walked with my legs for tens of thousands of years, so I'm just not used to it!"
"But this won't affect my ability to kill Odin's thugs, or chop off Odin's head. I've been preparing for this for tens of thousands of years! You can't leave me behind at this last moment! We signed a contract! Damn it!
!”
"I don't mean to abandon you."
The big lord was unwilling to argue with Hela on this issue. He returned his attention to the document in his hand and said:
"Calm down, Hela, I will let you fight! I will give you a chance to face Odin directly, but before that, you must seize the time to completely master this body."
In the past seven days, Hela has reorganized the power of her soul in the Soul Gathering Coffin. The influence of the void on her is gradually fading away, making Hela no longer the crazy look she once was. But maybe this former Hela
The witch has a fierce personality, which causes her relationship with other death lords not to be very good.
She is still avoiding communication with the Valkyries under her command. This powerful god of death, who was appointed by Tyrion as the Valkyrie General, seems to be more willing to fight alone.
This gives Tyrion a bit of a headache. The Dark Blade Legion has always advocated collective combat from its establishment until now, and individual heroism is not encouraged in the Dark Blade Legion.
"No! Tyrion, I want to be the vanguard! I want to be the first to step into Odin's lair! I want to drag him down from that supreme throne! I swear!"
Hela said stubbornly:
"You are also a warrior. You know better than anyone else that only in real battles can the deepest potential of this body be awakened. I just don't want to waste time, Tyrion! You don't let me go to the battlefield.
Are you doubting me?"
"You should know that I will not let you down when it comes to matters related to Odin!"
"Really?"
The pen in Tyrion's hand stopped. He raised his head and carefully looked at Hela in front of him, just like a general looking at the soldiers who took the initiative to fight. After a few seconds, the great lord picked up the seal at hand.
, covered a scroll with a bang, he breathed a sigh of relief, and handed the scroll to Hela:
"Okay! I'll give you the chance you want, Hela."
"You will be the first general to attack Valarjar, but I have a request. You must bring other Valkyries with you. What I need is not a reckless man who can only fight alone, Hela, I need a
A qualified commander."
"Remember, you said those words, I gave you the opportunity, don't let me down!" .
