In any world of interpersonal communication, everyone in it must follow certain rules.
If an unknown stranger tells you a great truth, generally speaking, you may not thank him, you will only find him annoying.
What really matters in deciding whether you should listen to and accept his opinion is what the person you are talking to has "done" and "what he is doing."
If you want to impress others with a few beautiful words, your words will have enough weight. In other words, any language that wants to achieve its purpose must be accompanied by practical actions.
For example, in the Midnight Cemetery now, Tyrion was not just trying to persuade Agatha, he actually took action to prove his actions.
"You and your sisters will be free and will never be controlled by Hela or Odin, but everything has a price, and their souls will be tightly bound to mine!"
Tyrion stretched out his hands, and at the top of the ten fingers, the black soul fire was beating. He stretched his fingers towards Val'kyr's body. This action made Agatha feel something bad. She tried to struggle, but she couldn't stand it under her feet.
The chains tightly bound her in place.
Until Tyrion's ten fingers covered with black fire, like hot knives, stabbed hard into her chest.
"ah!!!"
The Shadow Angel felt that her heart was being strangled. The pain that burned her soul made her scream crazily. Her arms subconsciously hugged Tyrion's body, and the Valkyr's power pressed her down.
Tyrion's armor creaked.
"I, Tyrion Dawnblade, Lord of the Darkblade, Ruler of the Dead! I will grant you free will to walk in the world of the living. As long as I continue to live, so will you and your sisters.
Stay alive!"
Tyrion used the method carefully taught by Bwonsamdi to find the node connecting their souls with Hela's soul in the Val'kyr's soul body. This is a very painful process for him now. In this process
, his soul felt the sting no less than Agatha, but he had to do it.
"Freedom, life...and the power beyond death. This is my contract with you. Are you willing to accept my gift?"
Tyrion's face became paler. As Agatha's whole body trembled, his fingers tightly latched onto the darkly shining node in Val'kyr's soul. He stared at the Val'kyr in front of him.
Gerry's eyes, he shouted loudly:
"Agatha! You! Can't refuse this gift!"
"Click"
Tyrion gathered all the power of his soul into the palm of his hand. The black flame representing the power of the soul was active to the extreme at this moment. Agatha also realized what Tyrion was doing. She became deformed because of being imprisoned for a long time.
Her dark eyes also shone with the light of a last-ditch effort. Her arms became gentle and she held the painful Tyrion in her arms. The power of the Shadow Angel resonated with Tyrion's soul at this moment.
"Bang"
The dark nodes in her soul body suddenly shattered like broken glass, and the black flames representing Tyrion's soul power burst out from within Val'kyr's soul body at this moment, like falling from the sky.
The black fire enveloped the Val'kyr and Tyrion in her arms.
At this moment, the high-level knights resting in Stormwind City felt the trembling of the Dark Blade King's soul almost at the same time. The quiet midnight garden was like an erupting torrent at this moment. The resting knights held their weapons and walked silently.
Get on your horse and rush towards the cemetery from all directions.
After the black flames disappeared, under the silent gazes of the high-ranking knights who came around, a tall Val'kyr half-kneeling in the center of the cemetery, with pale light lingering all over her body and no trace of darkness, her wings gathered together.
Protecting his body, under the watchful eyes of the silent knights, Agatha, who had regained his freedom, picked up his war helmet from the ground and placed it on his head.
She looked at the unconscious Dark Blade King in front of her with a complex expression. Finally, she reached out her hand and held Tyrion in her arms tenderly.
"Bwonsamdi has indeed taught you a lot, but... this is not the power you should use now... Reckless behavior will always pay a price. If you are still awake, I will ask you... is it worth it?"
Val'kyr picked up the Dark Blade King, and she walked forward. The high-ranking knights slowly made way for her, because they could clearly feel that the pure and noble creature in front of them was different from their king.
The souls have a tangible connection, they are symbiotic.
"Wow"
As the high-level death knights watched, Agatha's white wings flapped behind her, and she rushed into the night sky of Stormwind City with Tyrion in her arms, just like an angel descending into the world. This scene was also criticized by many.
The living people who were awakened by the activities of the undead saw it. They watched in stunned silence as the legendary white angel rushed into the sky holding the king of the undead. Some sincere believers even knelt down on the ground and called this scene...
For a miracle.
In the sky, the gentle night wind blew Val'kyr's long white hair. She looked down at Tyrion, who was unconscious, and said softly:
"Tyrion. Dawnblade...I, Agatha, I accept the...freedom you offer."
"Thank u."
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"Wow, wow"
The flight speed of the Val'kyr is very fast. They can freely travel through the Shadow Realm and reality, which means that nothing in reality can stop them. This makes Agatha's flight very "convenient".
", her figure shone among the trees and rocks, crossing the hills of the eastern continent at extremely fast speeds. In just ten minutes, she arrived from Stormwind City to the desolate snowy mountains of Khaz Modan.
between.
Covered in the wind and snow of the dark night, Agatha's figure stopped outside an unnamed cemetery in the mountains. Her wings were folded, her hands held the unconscious Dark Blade King in an ambiguous gesture, and she strode into
into the snow-covered cemetery in front of me.
"Annara, come out, I know you are here!"
Agatha shouted a name in the wind and snow, and a moment later, in the deepest part of the cemetery, a guy who was 60% similar to her appeared in front of her.
It also looked like a Val'kyr, but unlike Agatha who was wearing a war helmet, her graceful body was only covered with a layer of soft gauze, and a faint blue light lingered around her body.
The outline of a pair of wings is also softer than that of the Val'kyr. Between the flapping of the wings, this creature named Anara is actually more like an angel in mortal legend than the Val'kyr.
She is a soul healer and the protagonist in those angel legends.
The relationship between the Soul Healer and the Val'kyr is very complicated. They come from the same origin, but when Hela led the Val'kyr to betray Odin, not all the Val'kyr stood with her.
Opposite Odin.
The golden Val'kyr, headed by the sea witch El, are Odin's fanatical believers. They regard the ritual of twisting the Val'kyr's soul as a glorious promotion accompanied by pain. After Hela's betrayal, El and her golden Val'kyr
The Valkyries are still on Odin's side.
There were also a few Val'kyr who resented Odin's cruelty, but were unwilling to follow Hela in betrayal. In the hostility between the two sides, they finally chose to flee like cowards, not contacting anyone on both sides, and formed a small group of their own.
Groups are distributed in every corner of the world.
They are soul healers. Compared with the Val'kyr who are good at fighting and recruiting souls, they are better at healing the pain of the soul, and by the way, returning some souls that should not die back to their bodies.
Currently, in the few real "resurrection" cases in the world, soul healers have participated. However, probably because of their past experiences, soul healers are mostly withdrawn and will not appear in front of mortals. They are secretive.
This is their code of action, but after Hela forcibly broke the soul reincarnation in the Hell Abyss, these stubborn soul healers are still working hard to maintain the cycle of life and death in the world.
"Agatha? Hela's bastard! Why...the "merciful" eldest sister, has she finally decided to attack us?"
The tone of the soul healer Anala is not friendly. This is natural. In the past tens of thousands of years, traps and traps from Hela have caused them to lose many sisters. The former eldest sister, in the eyes of today's soul healer,
It has degenerated into a real monster, even more hateful than Odin.
"Hela and I have nothing to do with each other."
The wings behind Agatha spread out, and the pure pale halo shone on her body. This was the original soul light of the Val'kyr. It was different from the golden Val'kyr infused with the power of the Titans, and also different from the golden Val'kyr infused with the power of the Titans.
The Shadow Val'kyr imbued with the power of Hades, this is the purest soul.
"With the help of new friends, I was freed from the eternal confinement of loneliness..."
Agatha gently placed Tyrion in her arms on the ground. She looked at the soul healer in front of her and whispered:
"I'm sorry for what we did to you in the past, but please believe us, we didn't do it voluntarily to hurt our former sisters..."
"harm?"
Soul Healer Anara said sarcastically:
"Twisting my sisters into mindless monsters, infusing their pure bodies with the power of shadow, turning them into ruthless killing machines, and you just call this 'harm'?"
She lowered her head and glanced at Tyrion, who was unconscious. The soul healer quickly frowned:
"A necromancer, a powerful necromancer. If I guess correctly, this should be Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn, who has recently disturbed the peace of this continent. He has twisted many noble souls into walking corpses.
The cycle of life and death was seriously disturbed by him... Did he help you? Are you sure such a villain would be kind enough to help you? Or did he tamper with your memory in some way and make you serve him?
"
Agatha shook her head and said in a deep voice:
"He learned from Bwonsamdi how to release Hela's imprisonment on our souls, but you also saw that he didn't know how to use the power of the soul at all, and he acted recklessly, causing his soul to suffer terrible damage.
But he did give me a gift. He did not enslave me, Anara. He gave me an equal contract... He symbiotically combined his soul with mine to prevent my soul from being destroyed."
“Tsk, tsk, it’s really a “trust” that has completely drained the bottom of the fire.”
The soul healer sighed:
"He really took great pains to win you over. In other words, once you are truly free, he can't force you to do anything unless your life is at stake... Wait, you brought him here to make me
Rescue him?"
"Yes, when it comes to healing souls, there is no one in this world who is better than you."
Agatha said sincerely:
"Looking at our past friendship, help him."
"Love? We have no love left."
The soul healer put her hands on her hips in an unladylike manner, floating in the air. She looked at Agatha, with a trace of amusement flashing in her eyes:
"So you ask me to help, yes, but you also want me to do something for you."
"for example?"
Agatha asked, and a very unhappy expression suddenly flashed across the soul healer's face. She waved her hands and wrapped the blue soul power around Tyrion's body while complaining:
"You know, I didn't live here before. I live in Azshara, the most beautiful place on Kalimdor... I like my home, but recently, a nasty blue dragon appeared there.
..."
"Blue dragons? Aren't they less involved in mortal affairs?"
Agatha asked curiously:
"How did it bother you?"
"It...it's annoying."
The soul healer was a little embarrassed, but after a moment, she sighed in a very humane manner:
"That blue dragon is pursuing me. It wants me to be its mate. It's really embarrassing... and it's stalking me. No matter how I refuse, it will actively seek death just to see me. It knows that I don't
I will leave its soul alone. In short, I was annoyed by it for several years before I had to hide here. Help me teach it a lesson! Drive it away!"
"Well..."
The soul healer's complaints caused Agatha to fall into an eerie silence. When Val'kyr was still in the Abyss of Hell, he had heard that his fellow escapees would sometimes experience wonderful stories, but Anara's
Isn't this story a bit too exciting?
"Actually, the scenery of Khaz Modan is not bad, but how can I put it, the arrival of the undead has made it weird. A few days ago, a death knight sneakily found this place."
The soul healer glared at Tyrion, who was unconscious, and she said helplessly:
"That's a female death knight, she should be this guy's subordinate. Her name is Luminas, a very cunning woman. I'm sure she has discovered me... When I was traveling in the wetland, I was accidentally caught by her.
I saw it once, and that woman was also very annoyed... She always wanted me to come out to see her, but I knew that she just wanted to catch me and take credit for her Majesty, what a madman."
The soul healer snorted and soon became happy again:
"But I'm even better. I tricked her to the top of a snow mountain, and then pushed her into a snow ditch that went straight into a crack in the mountain. Maybe she hasn't climbed out yet, so I let her beat my brain! This little
The punishment should calm her down a bit."
"Well, your life...is really colorful."
Agatha looked at Tyrion, whose soul fluctuations were becoming more and more gentle. She breathed a sigh of relief and said to the soul healer in front of her:
"I will convey your request to Tyrion, he should be capable enough to help you."
"Well, okay, I've been hiding for several years anyway, I don't care about a few more years."
Anara smiled and reached out to brush her long pale hair. She looked at Agatha. After a moment, she whispered:
"Anyway, congratulations on your freedom. Also, have you figured out how to face Hela's revenge? Our "eldest sister" is not someone who will take the initiative to surrender after suffering a loss... Her revenge will probably be very serious.
It will be here soon.”
"I haven't thought about it yet!"
Agatha moved her hands, looked back at the moonlit night and snowy scene behind her, and said softly:
"Let Tyrion have a headache, he will find a way, especially when he is still in contact with Bwonsamdi. As for me...I want to enjoy my new life, why not start with
