The lives of mortals are short, and they do not have much time to explore the secrets of this world in their lives. Therefore, after many mysterious things happen, mortals will not get to the root of them. They will use their own understanding to try to explain those things, and
In the end, those nonsense rumors will cover up the truth of the matter.
The rumors became the real truth.
For example, at this moment, the tall creature is flapping its wings, suspended in front of Tyrion in the rift space between the shadow world and reality. She has a human body and a graceful female figure, but her whole body exudes an illusion.
The pale halo looks like it is made of light. There are two wings on her back, and between flapping, the light escapes, which is very beautiful and mysterious.
She wore a set of complicated, complicated and classical battle armor. Those armors that were neither gold nor jade were bound to her body, making her look mighty and powerful. The most bizarre thing was the battle helmet she wore on her head.
It was a strange battle helmet that Tyrion had never seen before in this world. The half-covered battle helmet covered her eyes, but exposed her nose and mouth. There were also lightning-shaped decorations on both sides of the battle helmet.
In her hand she held a black war spear. The war spear was engraved with strange runes, and on the sharp top of the war spear, there was a black war flag hanging. But what was strange was that the war flag was fluttering in the wind.
There is no symbol on the black battle flag, it is just a pure black flag.
If you ignore the strange colors of her armor and weapons, as well as her wings, then the creature that appeared in front of Tyrion is completely an angel from mortal legends. It will lead the souls of good people back to the heaven of holy light, and the souls of evil people.
Drag into the terrible hell.
But Tyrion knows that she is not...she is an undead creature like him, but her shaper made her into this divine look, and in a sense, she is more powerful than him.
Poor thing, at least Tyrion can still have his own freedom, but she, this creature named Val'kyr...she has nothing.
While Tyrion was looking at the shadow Val'kyr in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, the Val'kyr who appeared strangely in the Stormwind Cemetery also looked at the death knight in front of him with his eyes blocked by his helmet.
He was not the most powerful dead person she had ever seen. In fact, there were many souls more powerful than Tyrion in the Abyss of Hades, but he was special, very special.
There has never been a dead person with an incomplete soul who is as solid and free as Tyrion's soul. In his soul, you can't see even a trace of being bound, and in that soul that should be cold,
There is also a flame burning... Val'kyr can see that the flame of will does not look like a dead person at all.
He is special!
No wonder the Queen of Hades values him so much... Such a unique soul is definitely a true treasure.
"With the will of the Queen of Hades..."
Just as Val'kyr started to speak in his own hollow voice, he was rudely interrupted by Tyrion. He looked directly at the Val'kyr in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"What did Hela say?"
"Be bold!"
Val'kyr's voice became sharper, and the war spear in her hand pointed directly at Tyrion's head:
"How dare you call the Queen of Hades by her first name!"
Facing the angry Shadow Angel, Tyrion tilted his head in confusion:
"Why can't I call her Hela? Queen of Hades? Do you really think so? A woman driven crazy by self-hatred, a coward who gave up her inherent mission and responsibility, a betrayal of her own creation
A traitor to the Guardian, a fallen Titan Guardian, does she really deserve to be called Queen?"
"You know a lot, arrogant mortal!"
The wings behind the Shadow Val'kyr flapped, and her figure disappeared in place like a dancing halo:
"But I don't want to hear your blasphemy anymore!"
She launched an attack, but Tyrion took a step back. When Val'kyr's figure appeared in front of him, the soul cage arranged at his feet suddenly shattered, and a black beam of light extended upward from the ground.
Caught off guard, the Shadow Val'kyr was tightly locked into the cage of the light pillar.
"Bang"
The war spear in her hand hit the black light pillar hard, making a sound of steel clashing, but this was a special space, in the rift between the shadow world and reality, and the sound could not be transmitted to reality at all.
Tyrion stood less than 2 meters away from the cage. He looked at the Val'kyr in front of him with the eyes of a prey. There is no doubt that this creature has powerful power. What is even more troublesome is that she
The ability to travel between two realms at will means that even if Tyrion can defeat her, he cannot capture her.
But now, in the cage built by the word of soul, Val'kyr cannot break free. This is a spell from Bwonsamdi, a god of death at the same level as Hela. The power he possesses comes from a higher level of authority.
Crush, of course, to maintain this clever trap in front of him, Tyrion needs to use his own soul to fuel it, and he doesn't have much time to waste.
"You must use the power of anger with caution."
The Dark Blade King looked at his new prisoner, tapping his fingers on the black beam of light:
"Anger is like wildfire. Once out of control, it becomes meaningless. It will push you into very embarrassing situations, such as now..."
"Crazy guy!"
Valkyr, who was imprisoned in the soul cage, used her war spear to attack the black light prison in front of her crazily. She was not used to the humiliation of being captured by a mortal. She attacked the cage in front of her crazily, and every impact, like
It was a heavy weapon hitting his soul directly. The shock and sting made Tyrion frown.
"Quiet!"
The Dark Blade King roared, and a ball of black flame hit the Val'kyr's body in front of him while waving his fingers. The black flame quickly attached to Val'kyr's body and began to burn, allowing her to truly feel
In pain, as Tyrion's fingers danced, the black beam of light began to shrink rapidly, until finally, it turned into black chains that bound Val'kyr's arms, legs, and body, binding her to death.
Trapped on the ground.
Perhaps in the eyes of Hela and Bwonsamdi, Tyrion's soul is not considered powerful, but after being repeatedly nourished by the energy of death, he can certainly suppress the Shadow Val'kyr in front of him. Not every Val'kyr can
It is so powerful that it makes the dead tremble. The one who is coming in front of you is just Hela's messenger after all.
"Quiet, girl."
The Val'kyr is taller than a human being. She is trapped on the ground, her height has reached nearly 3 meters, and Tyrion reaches out his hand and has to look up to put his fingers on her illusory but condensed body.
On the real body.
The cold fingers went all the way down the struggling Val'kyr's neck, and finally stopped on her chest, very close to some sensitive parts. This almost humiliating action made the Val'kyr messenger in front of him very ashamed and angry.
She twisted her body, trying to shake off Tyrion's fingers from her body, but just when she opened her mouth and wanted to scold, another black chain appeared, braiding her mouth into her hair.
The braided hair is tied together.
She could only whimper in humiliation.
"Oh, that's amazing."
Tyrion poked Val'kyr's skin with his fingers, feeling the slightly warm touch, and said softly:
"I always thought that undead constructs like you had no sense of touch or emotions of your own, but now it seems that you can feel something...such as humiliation, such as anger."
"You are a high-level Val'kyr. Although your strength is inferior, you are indeed one of the first generation Val'kyr created by Odin himself, right?"
Tyrion put his fingers on Val'kyr's slender waist. This action made the shadow Val'kyr in front of him struggle more violently. After a moment, Tyrion suddenly came back to his senses:
"By the way, you can't speak. It's so...so rude."
After saying that, he swung his fingers in the air, and the black chains that bound Val'kyr's mouth suddenly disappeared, and then an angry scream sounded from the rift between the two worlds:
"Get your dirty hands off!"
"Don't touch me! Dirty mortal!"
The pale braid extending from the back of Val'kyr's war helmet swung in front of her chest, representing her extreme anger. But the next moment, the long braid was grabbed by Tyrion, and he used an arrogant gesture to
He grabbed Val'kyr's braid and pulled her head towards him.
The fingers with gauntlets were clasped around Val'kyr's neck, and the black soul fire was beating at the fingertips. In Val'kyr's ear, Tyrion said in a lover's voice:
"Understand your situation, little cutie... I may not be able to deal with Hela, but I am more than enough to deal with you."
"哐"
The breastplate engraved with ancient incantations and complicated pictures was destroyed at this moment, and then thrown to the ground by Tyrion. The coldness coming from her chest made Val'kyr scream again. At this moment, she no longer looked like
She is a powerful shadow angel, but she looks like a real girl.
"If you still can't calm down, then I'll continue."
Tyrion's cold fingers stayed on her chest for a moment, and finally placed them on her thick belt. This threatening action made Val'kyr's body stiffen, and finally, she nodded in humiliation.
This made the death knight stop his sadistic movements. He took a step back, glanced at the shaking chest, and then set his eyes on Val'kyr's face:
"I know that the first generation Val'kyr all had their own names, so, what is your name?"
"Agatha...my name is Agatha."
The Shadow Angel was imprisoned on the earth by the chains of her soul. She tried to calm herself down, but every time Tyrion's eyes shifted to her body, she felt like she was being whipped by a hot whip, knowing that she was clearly in front of her.
It was impossible for this undead spirit to really blaspheme her, but she still felt worried about it.
"Very well, the pleasant conversation begins now."
Tyrion leaned back. The moment he sat down, the surging death energy formed a crystal clear seat of ice behind him. He raised his legs and looked at Valgri Agatha in front of him.
, he asked:
"Have you met Odin?"
Agatha nodded and said in a hollow voice:
"Seen it!"
"Well, tell me your story, I'm very interested."
Tyrion looked at the Val'kyr in front of him with interest. The latter remained silent until Tyrion flicked his fingers and threatened meaningfully:
"Are you sure you want to remain silent? You have to know, Agatha, the night is still very long. If you prefer the previous way of communication, then we can slowly... play!"
Shadow Valkyr Agatha gritted her teeth, but in the end, she said in a disappointed voice:
"Tens of thousands of years ago, it was Odin who personally transformed us into the first Val'kyr. We were followers of the sea witch Hela. We saw with our own eyes what that beast did to Hela. He forcibly stripped her of us.
He stole her soul and twisted her into the form of a Val'kyr. That day, Hela's screams spread throughout Valarjar. It was also that day that we no longer believed in him or that hypocritical tyrant.
!”
"Hela is his most sincere follower. He has said more than once that Hela is just like his real daughter! But that father would do such a thing to his daughter? He is a madman! Just like you, you are all madmen.
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"madman?"
Tyrion frowned and said:
"I won't be happy if you call me this, Agatha... You can call me Tyrion instead of a slur like a madman. In addition, I really want to know, since it is the first generation Val'kyr, why do you
Will his strength be so low that even I can’t defeat him?”
"Because the first generation Val'kyr only represents qualifications, not our strength and genius!"
Agatha mocked:
"It's not that the longer you live, the stronger you will be. Odin created the Val'kyr to lead the souls of mortal warriors to Valajar, or to use your legends to lead them to the Hall of Valor. We just traveled between two places.
A messenger from the world, and does a messenger need strong power?"
"But as far as I know, the Shadow Valkyrie under Hela is very powerful, and even Bwonsamdi is very afraid of it. Since Hela can give those imitations such powerful power, why doesn't she give it to you?
Aren't you her most trusted subordinates?"
Tyrion's words made Agatha's expression become more complicated. After a moment, she said in a strangely calm voice:
"Is this what Bwonsamdi taught you? The death of the trolls...a conspirator who hides behind the shadows."
"You want to know why my power is so weak? It's simple!"
"We were born with a mission, and the Shadow Valkyries are pure war machines. The power of the first generation Val'kyr will not grow or weaken. As long as Valarjar still exists, we will never die...
And I also know what you are doing, and I know what you want, but mortals, you really don’t need to sow discord between us and Hela..."
"Hatred destroyed her, and she became the kind of person she once hated most..."
Agatha, one of the nine Val'kyr who protect Sylvanas, was originally set to be a Val'kyr enslaved by the Lich King, but I suspect that 2234 secretly captured a few soul healers, or simply
