In the lonely castle in the dead world, Tyrion sat on a chair by the fireplace, with his wife Alleria leaning in his arms. No one with an eye open came to disturb this tender scene, guarding outside the castle.
Deathwing will not let others disturb the high lord.
The flames in the fireplace beat, shining warm light on the Great Lord and the Blood Mistress. The temperature of the flames in the dead world is lower than that in the present world, but as the rules of this world become more and more complete, these slight differences will soon be eliminated.
To make up for it, when the rules of the world are truly perfected, the Dead World will be completely independent of Azeroth and become a truly different world.
And every day, the dark clouds shrouding the sky of the Death World are dispersing, and the stars of the Death World are shining like the real world. After Little Yuna replaced the dead phantom of the Death World and became the node between the Death World and the Sea of Death Stars, this person has been wandering in the world.
The world outside the Death Star Sea has finally been integrated into this special group of stars.
It is the reflection of the stars in the present world. Starting from the world of death, one can enter any truly existing world, as long as death exists in that world. There are more star points in the stars than in this world.
"Does she really not want it?"
Tyrion fiddled with his long hair, and a touch of earthy-yellow light floated in the palm of his other hand. What shone in the light was something like a scepter.
This is the authority of the earth. It was given by the Titans to the original Neltharion, making the Black Dragon King the guardian of the earth in Azeroth. And when Deathwing completely became Deathwing, this titan's authority also
It was stripped away from it by the great lord. Because the Titan was dead, this authority would not be taken back and was always active.
In other words, as long as the great lord finds a shaman with sufficient potential and the ability to communicate with the earth, and puts this thing into his or her body, that shaman can become the second guardian of the earth. The premise is that he or she
If you can survive the pain of having your body and soul torn apart by the power of the earth.
The great lord originally planned to give this treasure to his precious daughter.
But now it seems that Miss Dornan is not willing to accept the gift from her old father.
"Dornan doesn't want it."
Alleria closed her eyes and buried her head in her husband's chest. Her hands wrapped around her husband's slender waist, as if she planned to hug him forever and never let go.
"Dornan said that she didn't want to be trapped in the world of Azeroth forever. She also wanted to travel among the stars, see different worlds and civilizations, and see the scenery among the stars. She said that since her father could no longer return to the living world,
, then let her replace her father and explore the stars."
"This kid really knows how to talk."
The great lord smiled, he stroked his wife's pointed ears, and said:
"I was a little touched by what she said, but in fact, she was just simply afraid of the pain, right?"
"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."
Blood Mistress also had a smile on her face, and she sighed:
"We are so pampered with our children that we are afraid of even the slightest pain. Besides, I don't know if it's an illusion. I always feel that these children have been hiding something from us, especially Yuna, in recent times.
I haven’t seen her since.”
"Let them be."
The great lord closed his eyes. In the darkness of his closed eyes, countless golden and pale lines were reflected in his spirit. It was the intersection of the entire death stars and the stars of the present world, containing endless life and death.
The entanglement is like a mess.
He has truly become death, the embodiment of the death power of the stars. It is difficult to say whether Tyrion is a real life, but he still retains his consciousness. After solving the final trouble, he
We have to start dealing with the mess of life and death in front of us, because the crazy killing of the Burning Legion has caused a terrible deflection in the cycle of life and death in the stars.
If the stars are to continue to exist, the cycle of life and death must be maintained again.
It can be seen from this that Tyrion will not have much leisure time for at least the next few thousand years.
"Children deserve to have a happy life. Let us bear those things that are too heavy."
The great lord rested his head on his wife's hair, his fingers touching the power of the earth suspended in front of him, and he said:
"But I must find a home for this thing. Stonemother Therazane, Windlord Al'Akir, and Firelord Ragnaros. These stubborn elemental lords have sealed off their elemental planes. It seems that they
I am preparing to go to the dark side with the Dark Titan."
"We have to find a shaman who is responsible, has a view of the overall situation, is capable, and is not afraid of elemental wars, etc. I have thought of a person who should be able to do it."
On the red land of Durotar, the hands of darkness dispersed the warm light of the day. In the alternation of the bright moon and the sun, another dark night descended on this peaceful land.
The renovation of the orc city Orgrimmar has been completed. This city, originally built of bricks, wood and fur, has completely changed its appearance.
The thick metal was reshaped by the shamans with the power of the elements, and then covered the original masonry structure, making the city look like it was made of black steel. These metals came from the crash in Dulong.
Taal's demon starships were so strong that it took the shamans a long time to find a way to rebuild them.
The entire steel-like city buildings were also shaped by shamans with clan-style spikes and patterns, making the city of Orgrimmar look full of the murderous aura of iron and fire. The city's defense capabilities
It was almost raised to the limit. Warchief Thrall also took advantage of the opportunity of city renovation to set aside a troll area and a tauren area for the new city, in order to attract the other two ethnic groups to live here.
Recently the warchief has been discussing with the leaders of the tauren and trolls about establishing a large tribe, and because of the looming threat from the empire, the chance of success of this matter is very high. In the foreseeable future, Kalimdor's
The second super force is also likely to be truly established with the city of Orgrimmar as its leader.
As night falls, Warchief Thrall is walking in the city. The new generation crystal lamps produced by the Kingdom of Stormwind are installed on both sides of the city's roads, just like street lamps, illuminating the city in the dark night.
, but in the shining light, Thrall's expression was not relaxed. A few days ago, as the leader of the orc civilization, he cast a vote that decided the fate of the world in the secret chamber of the heart of Silithus.
He chose to fight. Like all other leaders, he could not wait for the end to come, but it was easy to vote but difficult to do things. The Spirit of the World hoped that the civilized coalition would enter the world of Argus, but how to operate it, the Spirit of the World did not intervene.
, this has caused differences among various civilizations. If an army wants to win a war, the most important thing is to have a good commander, but the problem is
A whole world of coalition forces, who will be the commander? Who has the qualifications?
Sal could foresee that this issue was still noisy.
Another issue that worries Thrall is that Dranosh's cousin, Thora Saurfang, the only daughter of Brox Saurfang, currently the most senior orc warlord, made a bold statement yesterday.
He expresses his love for Sal, how should I put it, he has no plans to find a lover yet, or in other words, his special experience determines that although he has an orc appearance and orc blood, his aesthetics may be more human.
It's not that he hates Sora. He doesn't hate this female warrior with a distinct personality, but when it comes to feelings and love, there is indeed a gap.
But he couldn't reject Sora outright, and this matter also related to a long-standing doubt in Thrall's heart, which was a question about his own identity. Is he a real orc or a person with a human soul?
Orc?
At least until this doubt in his heart is resolved, it will be difficult for Thrall to really make up his mind to fall in love with a female orc.
These two things were entangled in Sal's mind, making this always wise shaman have some difficulties. He was immersed in his own thinking and did not notice the strange mist slowly rising around him. When Sal reacted, he
We have entered a place wrapped in fog.
There was fog all around, and among the shadows, it was impossible to see the situation outside. Thrall didn't even know whether he was still in the living plane of Azeroth, but as a powerful shaman and former
Gladiator, Thrall's psychological quality is very good. He took off the Doomhammer from behind with his backhand, and wisps of blue lightning danced on the hammer.
Among the current leaders of Azeroth, although Thrall is low-key, his strength is among the best. Especially at the moment when the elemental realm of Azeroth and the present world are opened, Thrall, as a
An extremely talented shaman, he alone can set off a tsunami that floods a city, or a violent thunder and lightning that falls from the sky.
He was not afraid of challenges, but the scene in front of him seemed extremely strange.
"Come out! Whoever you are!"
Thrall shouted in the fog. He called for the power of the wind and tried to blow away the fog. The power of the wind did affect him, but there was no wisp of wind in the fog. It was as if this place no longer belonged to this world at all.
Same thing.
"Thal, stop struggling here, the elements can't help you."
A low voice sounded in the fog. Thrall raised his head suddenly and saw a strange knight wearing black heavy armor, a full-face helmet, and a broken heavy sword on his back. He slowly emerged from the fog.
Slowly walking out, under the heavy helmet, there was a pair of calm and lifeless eyes.
Behind Thrall, a white-haired female swordsman wearing a white battle skirt, a white thorn helmet, and her whole body covered in cold frost also carried an ice sword on her back, blocking Thrall's retreat path.
Beside him, a prodigal swordsman with devil wings on his back, a ferocious bone sword on his back, a twisted war helmet, and gorgeous, corrupt red armor leaned against the mist, and from time to time he made heart-wrenching sounds.
Mao's sneer.
Thrall looked back. Facing these three strange swordsmen, he did not launch an attack rashly, because although the three of them appeared evil, they were not hostile, and Thrall could feel it.
"Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Where is this?"
Thrall asked three questions, and the three swordsmen with different shapes each answered him without reservation.
"We serve the spirit of the Lord of Death. We are Lord Tyrion's emissaries."
"Lord Tyrion wants to see you, and he will give you a gift you can't imagine and a glorious mission."
"Here, this is the place where the living world and death meet. The place you want to go is a place where the living cannot set foot. You must shed your flesh and blood and go to see the Lord of Death in the state of your soul."
After hearing that this was Tyrion's call, Thrall breathed a sigh of relief and put down his war hammer. He knew that he was unable to refuse the call of the Death Lord, and most importantly, Tyrion's righteous deed to save the world,
It has been proven that the being who looks like a great devil is actually on the side of world civilization.
He may not be a friend, but he's not an enemy either.
Thrall carried the warhammer behind his back, nodded to the black heavy-helmeted warrior in front of him, and said:
"I will go with you"
"Well, the right choice."
The swordsman carrying the broken heavy sword nodded with satisfaction. He turned around and walked into the mist. The mist obediently made a way for him, and behind him, there were the white female swordsman and the demon swordsman.
Under the escort, Thrall's soul successfully left his body and entered the mist.
On the way to the death realm, Thrall asked while observing this place that the living could not imagine:
"I have also collected rumors about High Lord Tyrion, but among those rumors, there seems to be no presence of you three swordsmen. Who are you? I feel that you are not ordinary beings."
This question made the red-armored warrior with demon wings guarding Thrall's soul let out a slightly low laugh. He answered in a hazy, hoarse voice:
"My name is Tianqi."
"This iceberg beauty is called Frostmourne. You can call her "Frost"."
"The silent cool guy in front, his name is Ashbringer, he likes to be called "Lord Ashes" by others. Now, do you understand?"
"You! You are the three unimaginable weapons of High Lord Tyrion."
Sal's eyes widened immediately. The shaman observed the three swordsmen carefully and said:
"I have never heard of any magic that can make a weapon take this form. Even the most advanced enchantment magic can't do it. How on earth could he do it?"
"Your Excellency is the master of all souls. As weapons, we also have souls. In the gathering, dispersion and repair of pure death, we gain free bodies. Isn't this a normal thing?"
Iceberg Beauty Frost, also known as Frostmourne, lowered her head and looked at Thrall with her cold eyes. She whispered:
"If you continue to be strong, if you go all the way up on the road of soul, and then break through the limitations, then in the end, your Doomhammer will have the same form as ours. This is the fate of all legendary weapons, the real
, the final destination.”
The moment Shuang's words fell, the swordsman Ashes who was walking at the front stopped. He turned sideways and made way for Sal. In front of Sal's eyes, the fog suddenly dissipated, and a lonely castle appeared.
