It is almost impossible for a living person with fresh life to enter the realm of death.
As strong as a demon lord, the moment he is thrown into the death realm, his powerful life will be washed away by the wind of the spiritual world that circulates endlessly in this world, leaving only a skeleton, not to mention the weak ones.
When you come into contact with the breath of the dead world, your soul and fragile life will be taken away. This is not a place where the living should pursue. There are only dead people here, and there is only death here.
But just because life cannot step into this world, it does not mean that the soul cannot do it.
The soul itself has no distinction between life and death. It is a collection of consciousness and thinking. In theory, it is possible to enter the realm of death. The premise is that the soul must be strong enough to prevent it from being blown away by the cold wind of the spiritual world.
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Although in most cases, the soul and the body are closely together, once the soul leaves the body, it means death is imminent, but in extremely special circumstances, such as Sal's situation at this time, he is the incarnation of death.
When summoned, although his soul has entered the realm of death, he will not really die.
Tyrion's three swordsmen sent Thrall to the entrance of the Castle of Solitude, which is not far from the Dark Blade City. Therefore, when Thrall stepped onto the castle stairs, he could still overlook the largest city in the dead world.
, he could see the dead people living in that city, as lively as an ordinary city, and the miraculous tree of reincarnation, pale in color, with endless branches, as if in mid-air
It covers the entire Dark Blade City.
That is the center of the world of death. That tree is responsible for the cycle of life and death in this world, maintaining its balance. It is the most original and stable force that drives world civilization forward.
Very few living people have the honor to see the true appearance of the Tree of Reincarnation. Only those souls who are the luckiest and most admired by the Lord of Death can see this spectacle that only belongs to death.
Sal is one of those lucky ones.
Speaking of which, Thrall met Tyrion when he was still young. On the night when Durnholde Castle burned, the fate of many people was changed, including Thrall and his
Sister Taressa, Tyrion led the death knights to rush into the fortress, took back his brother, killed General Blackmoore, and freed Thrall and Taressa from the fate of slaves and servants.
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That night, Thrall faced Tyrion. At that time, Tyrion was just a high-level death knight. He had not yet regained his humanity and was not as powerful as he is now. In a sense, Thrall
It can be regarded as witnessing the legendary rise of the great lord, and watching him step by step to reach his current position.
Thrall once held a long sword of the undead with runes carved by the great lord himself. For a long time, the sharp, one-handed sword with cold frost was owned by the two children Thrall and Taresha.
The best weapon for self-defense.
This green-skinned orc can be regarded as the "old friend" of the great lord.
"Bang"
The soul walking in the dead world will have a body shaped by energy. Like a ghost, Thrall reached out and pushed open the door in front of him. With a low sound, the second-floor hall of the Castle of Solitude opened the way to Thrall. In front of him,
It is a quaint hall with red carpet.
The high lord Tyrion was sitting at the end of the hall. The lighted cigar exuded a rich aroma. The smoke covered the high lord's cheeks. On the table in front of him, there were two wine glasses.
, red liquid has been poured into it.
"What are you doing standing there?"
Seeing Sal standing at the entrance of the hall, wearing a black eyepatch and covering his left eye, the big lord used his right eye to scan the soul. He reached out and took off the cigar from the corner of his mouth.
gesture, hooking his hand towards Sal:
"Come here and drink with me!"
After hearing Tyrion's call, Thrall hesitated for a moment, but then stepped forward. He hesitated and sat on the chair opposite the high lord. The latter picked up the wine glass and raised it to Thrall:
"Look, the little kid back then has now become a great chief, and I haven't even congratulated you yet."
"Do you remember?"
Sal was also stunned for a moment, and he subconsciously asked:
"I mean, Durnholde Castle?"
"Of course I remember."
The great lord took a puff of his cigar, and while puffing away the smoke, his single eye shone with the light of memory, and he said:
"Everything that happened that night, everything in my past memory, I remember very clearly, every detail, even every expression, you protected that little girl, what was her name? Taresha, right?
?You were only a teenager at the time, still an out-and-out child, but you were very courageous and dared to attack me, and you were not infected by the demon blood, so I let you go."
Having said this, the great lord gave up. He took a sip of wine, looked at Thrall with one eye, and whispered:
"Want to hear a secret, Sal?"
"Um?"
The orc chief blinked and nodded. In front of him, the great lord lowered his voice and said:
"Actually, when I saw you, I knew that you were destined to do something great, so I let you go. If you were just a nobody, I'm afraid you wouldn't survive that night."
This answer made Thrall dumbfounded. He was certain that the high lord was just joking.
Although the current appearance is very inconsistent with Tyrion's image in the hearts of the general public, it has to be said that this gesture of the high lord made the somewhat nervous Thrall relax. He picked up the wine glass and sipped.
After taking a sip of blood wine, Thrall breathed a sigh of relief after feeling the chill that penetrated deep into his soul and the subsequent sobriety.
He raised his head and looked at Lord Tyrion, who was leaning on the chair with a smile on his face, and said:
"There were rumors for a while that you were indeed omniscient and omnipotent, and I am a shaman. Occasionally we would use elemental spells to try to predict the future, but to be honest, I don't really believe that there are omniscient and omnipotent people in this world, no matter what
No matter how you explain what happened that night, my sister and I will be sincerely grateful to you for letting us live."
"Tsk, that's really boring."
Seeing Sal's quick answer, the great lord seemed to have lost interest in joking. He sat up straight and said:
"You should know that I came to you today not just for a drink. I want to give you something. Sal, you can understand it as a blessing. Of course, I hope you can use it properly.
It is, after all, your war coming."
Tyrion tapped his finger lightly on the empty table, and the scepter exuding the power of the earth appeared in front of Thrall. As a shaman, Thrall sensed the scepter immediately.
He was a little surprised by the huge power contained in it.
"This is"
"With the authority of the Earth Guardian, you can command the power of the earth in Azeroth. Of course, the response you can elicit depends on how strong your spiritual power is."
The great lord played with the scepter in his hand and said:
"If your spirit is as strong as mine, then with just a snap of your fingers, you can tear apart the earth and destroy half of the creatures in this world."
"Why would I do that?"
Sal asked with a puzzled look:
"And why me? I heard that your daughter, Your Excellency Dornan, is also a powerful shaman. Elder Nobundo greatly admires the potential of Your Excellency Dornan. He believes that Your Excellency Dornan will be
The most powerful shaman in the future of all Azeroth."
"Dornan has her own destiny, and I cannot interfere."
The great lord waved his hand, and the authority of the earth jumped back and forth between his fingers. He said:
"As for why you, let me think about it, maybe it's because I think you are very suitable, that's it."
Of course, this answer does not satisfy Thrall. He is the chief of the tribe. He has his own way of thinking about problems. He is also wise enough. He will not hold a good thing in his own hands just because he sees it. Too many things have happened in this world in the past.
The incident has taught people like Sal a true truth, that what you get and what you give must be balanced.
If you get a lot, you have to pay a lot, maybe more.
The orc shaman looked at the great lord and said:
"Do you big shots always make decisions so casually?"
"certainly!"
Tyrion nodded seriously:
"When the Titans chose the guardian dragon, they had the same thinking. They thought the dragon was very good, so they gave the dragon power, which then triggered a series of messes. They can do this, and so can I.
But the difference between me and them is”
The high lord picked up the wine glass and drank the blood wine in one gulp. He placed the glass on the table, then turned his head and looked at Thrall. There was a flash of coldness in his single eye that made Thrall's soul fall into an ice cave.
meaning.
"If you let me down, Sal, you don't want to know the outcome you will face."
The orc opened and closed his mouth, probably wanting to say something, but he didn't say it. Instead, he looked down at the scepter that exuded the earth element's halo. After a moment, he said:
"Can I say no?"
"Did I give you the right to say no?"
Tyrion answered Thrall's last question with a rhetorical question.
The atmosphere in the hall became stagnant. After a few seconds, the great lord stood up and walked behind Thrall. He patted the orc on the shoulder and said:
"Don't worry, it's just an authority over the earth. What I want to hand over to you is not a terrifying weapon that can destroy the world in an instant. With it, you can better protect your people and the people who are coming to you.
In the war to better fight for this world, you need some super-standard weapons, and the reason why I give them to you is because you are smart enough to use them. And"
"In history that hasn't happened yet, you have proven that you can use it well."
"etc!"
Thrall turned around suddenly, looked at the great lord, and asked:
"You just said that this is our war? Do you mean that when Sargeras attacks, you and your Dark Blade will not participate in the war?"
"how?"
Thrall's question made Tyrion let out a weird laugh, and he looked at the orc:
"Are you afraid that I, the great devil, will not join the battle?"
The big lord's question made Thrall embarrassed. The orc chief was a little unsure and said bluntly:
"I'm a little scared. After all, it is the strongest creature among the Dark Titan stars. Who can not be afraid of it?"
Tyrion shook his head. He didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up the scepter of the authority of the earth and walked behind Thrall. He raised the scepter in his hand and said in a deep voice:
"We will join the war, but Thrall, you are not stupid enough to think that Sargeras will come here alone, right?"
"Thall, I can no longer enter the present world. I can only try to stop Sargeras in my own way. And I can't intervene in the war of the present world. The Dark Blade will join you on the battlefield, but the undead can't stop the stars either.
All the demons that are restless in the world, as well as those stubborn elements, you have to understand, Thrall, this will be your last trial. If you die like that, it can only mean that you are just disappointing failures.
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"What's more, you are no longer children who need to be protected. You should learn to face everything on your own."
Tyrion held the khaki scepter with both hands. The heavy power of death suppressed Thrall on the chair at this moment, making the orc unable to get up or even struggle. He could only watch helplessly as the great lord
The scepter of the earth pierced his body.
"Only when you step out of the cradle and win the future for yourself with your own hands can you be qualified to step into the stars."
In the shining of the elemental power, the light belonging to the earth enveloped Thrall's whole body. Thrall felt that his soul was injected with huge energy. The energy was so huge that the orcs could feel it.
My soul is being torn apart bit by bit.
He let out a low roar, which was a roar of pain, and in that roar, the great lord turned a deaf ear. Little by little, with a calm expression, he pierced the authority of the earth into Thrall's soul. He lowered his voice.
Voice said:
"So, this time, kids, you're on your own."
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that the process of integrating authority is just like the process of your growth, maybe a little bit."
