The dark red death energy was intertwined, and the phantom of a huge white frost bone dragon violently opened a path in the twisted dark red jungle. The witches who were hiding in the forest and trying to fight back had no time to dodge and were killed by the bone dragon.
The cold breath the dragon exhaled froze in place, and then lost its ugly life silently.
Death knights on war horses guarded their leaders. On the outer periphery, beneath this place, those corpses that had been buried for thousands of years but maintained strength and consciousness because they were full of dark magic were awakened. They were awakened.
Infused with the power of revenge, he wielded a rough bone knife and pounced crazily on the panicked witches.
This is a force they have never seen before and cannot resist...
“It’s so noisy!”
Tyrion, who was riding on a skeleton horse, looked at the battlefield in front of him with disgust. He was tired of the screams of those witches. Many times, he liked silence.
So the next moment, black flames ignited on the fingers of the Dark Blade King. As he waved his fingers, a strange door opened behind him. Hundreds of tall and powerful men wearing golden battle armor and holding golden weapons in their hands.
The soul of the Zandalari Golden Sword Guard, who was powerful and exuded an icy aura, appeared on the battlefield.
Bwonsamdi handed over 1,000 golden sword guards to Tyrion. These ghost warriors soaked in the power of death do not need physical support. They are just like when they were still alive. The moment they stepped out of the battlefield, they fired one after another with fatal blows.
The bone arrows were fired at the escaping witches, while the golden sword guards holding swords and shields jumped up from the ground, crashing into the witches' position like falling meteors.
The magic of the witches has no effect on such powerful ghosts, but the weapons wielded by the ghost warriors can easily cut off their necks, and the awakened giant structures look very powerful and weird.
, but with the cooperation of the Golden Sword Guards, who had undergone strict military training during their lifetimes, those bulky structures did not pose a threat at all.
When these golden sword guards galloped on the battlefield, half of the souls they killed would belong to Bwonsamdi... Tyrion drove his horse forward slowly, and he could even vaguely hear the troll death.
A cunning laugh.
"However, these golden sword guards are really powerful... The Zandalari Empire should not be underestimated."
The Dark Blade King looked at the sword guards who caused a storm of massacre on the battlefield. Bwonsamdi did not deceive him. Each of these sword guards had power comparable to that of a high-level knight, and they were skilled in combat skills and could use
Some basic soul combat skills, and most importantly, they are only subordinate to Tyrion.
"Bang"
The last large construct was brutally cut off by the halberds of the sword guards, then fell to the ground, and was trampled to pieces by the galloping death knights. Behind this large construct, there was a closed
Thousand-year-old stone gate.
That is the point where the connection between the Realm of Blight and the present world is weakest.
"Stand back and I'll open it."
The leader of the Wither Druids, Harvest Wizard Oort, waved his hand for everyone to retreat. He stood in front of the stone door, reaching out and stroking the stones that were immersed in time in front of him. Under the penetration of natural forces, layers of weirdness appeared.
The runes appeared on the stone door.
"Sure enough, as I expected, even if the Drusts have gone astray, the ghost magic they use is still based on natural power."
The Harvest Wizard shook his head:
"It's such a pity that they took the wrong path, abused the power of death and soul, and ended up completely falling into darkness."
"I heard that there are some Jingspeaker Druids in Drustvar who follow the ancient ways."
Tyrion asked curiously:
"Didn't you go looking for them?"
Alter put his hands on the stone door, and while mobilizing the power of nature, he answered:
"Of course, we have found the den where the Jingspeakers live in seclusion, and met their leader, who is an ancient great druid who has survived for thousands of years. The people here respectfully call him
"The Great Jing Whisperer", Mr. Orfa admires the "balance" doctrine adhered to by the Wither very much. Due to their withering inheritance, perhaps soon, Master Orfa and his disciples will become the Wither.
a member of those.”
"哐"
The dark green power shined in Alter's hands, and soon spread throughout the entire stone door. With the push of his hands, the thick stone door slowly opened, and the dust that had been covered for a long time was splashed and the corrupted air escaped.
, Alter took a step back, stretched out his hand to disperse the dust in front of his eyes, he looked at the passage spreading underground, he looked back at Tyrion:
"I want to confirm once more...if the Blighted Realm is really connected to the Emerald Dream..."
"It's yours! I have no interest in the Blighted Realm."
Tyrion strode into the crypt in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"I am not interested in the poor imitations of the Drusts. Their "Hell on Earth" has proven that it is just a failure. What I am really interested in is hidden in the Blighted Realm, which leads to the Shadow Realm.
The path...the third hell for mortals, that's what I want."
"Znos!"
Alter followed Tyrion. He looked at the twisted ancient pictures on the stone walls around him and said softly:
"The Drust call this place Zenos... According to the Great Thorn Speaker, this place was once the connection node of the Emerald Dream in Kul Tiras. Thousands of years ago, it was established by Cenarius, the God of the Forest.
After Si shared the natural magic with the residents here, they discovered it. At that time, Zenos was as beautiful as the Emerald Dream, but unfortunately, in the following hundreds of years, it was eroded by the energy penetrating from the dead world.
.”
"We also doubt whether the split and fall of the Drust thousands of years ago are related to this erosion, or simply, this erosion itself was caused by the Drust who went astray.
caused.”
When everyone crossed the spiraling downward stone stairs that had begun to weather and reached the deepest part of the cave, Alter's eyes were quickly attracted by the last mural.
The original lines of the mural are somewhat unclear, but you can barely see that it depicts an evil scene. On a withered hill, some people are killing prisoners with knives, and in front of them
, is a tall figure with open arms, wanting to embrace something. Lines representing dark power are wrapped around these people, and they are carved into something similar to a skeleton.
"Obviously they tried to master the power of death, but they failed."
The Druid of the Blighter stretched out his hand, touched the mural, and said softly:
"This should be the scene of the last battle between the bloodthirsty and depraved Drusts thousands of years ago. It seems that someone survived and carved those scenes here... The Drusts also
Without destruction, the dark power that lingers in the Drustvar region and cannot be dispelled should be the work of these remnants."
"Whoever did it, open it and we'll find out."
Tyrion's finger pointed forward. At the end of the crypt, there was an altar-like thing with three strange pendants that witches often used as spellcasting tools hanging on it. They looked very ancient.
At the request of the King of Dark Blades, the witch Willey quickly stepped forward and placed some magic items collected from the witch coven in front of the altar. A moment later, along with the flow of those weird dark powers, traces of black mist appeared.
The same halo of light danced, like fire, igniting the pendant hanging above the altar.
In the breath of fireworks, a door made entirely of smoke appeared in front of everyone.
"Al, stay here!"
Tyrion gave instructions and strode into the door. Alter hesitated for a moment and followed the Dark Blade King into it.
From the first sight, this is a place completely shrouded in a dim black halo. It still looks like the terrain of Drustvar, but both the rocks under the feet and the surrounding trees are in shadow.
There was an unknown feeling, and some vague whispers sounded in the ears of the two of them. As they moved forward, some twisted souls that grew out of the darkness roared towards the two of them.
"Shua"
The long sword made of ice waved quickly, cutting the three-headed monster that rushed forward into more than a dozen pieces. Tyrion frowned and looked at the dark souls slowly dissipating under his feet. He vaguely felt the strength of these monsters.
The bottom line...these are some forcibly twisted human souls that have already lost their sanity.
"That's right! I can confirm this feeling."
Behind the Dark Blade King, the Wither Druid's eyes were full of cautious light, and he said in a deep voice:
"This is the Emerald Dream! It feels exactly the same as the dream entrances in the Dusk Forest and the Hinterlands, but for some reason, the Druid's Holy Land has opened an unknown entrance here, and...
It has been completely infected, and that twisted power will try to twist any soul that enters here...be careful!"
Alter's warning made Tyrion immediately turn around. He raised his left hand, and a ball of beating dark light was caught in the palm of his hand. As the Dark Blade King closed his fingers, the corrosive ball was
The strength was crushed little by little, like straw being thrown into a millstone.
"A hidden thing!"
Tyrion took a deep breath, and the next moment, the phantom of the huge Frost Bone Dragon condensed in the air above his head, and then accompanied by the roar of the Dark Blade King, rushed into the lingering darkness in front of him like a sharp arrow.
.
"Get out of here!"
"boom"
The low-temperature and fatal frost erupted in the darkness before their eyes. Even the beating darkness was covered by heavy frost at this moment and was frozen.
The dense forests and rocks swaying in the darkness were all destroyed by this blow, and the figure hidden in the darkness was forced to appear in front of Tyrion and Alter by this sharp offensive.
It was a tall figure suspended in the darkness. He looked like a human, but his size was larger than that of a human. He was like a giant. His whole body was shrouded in a light like black mist, and he could be vaguely seen.
On his face, there was a huge mask woven from dead bones and trees. The branches of the mask separated upward into several sections, looking like a dark crown.
Under the mask, this guy's eyes shine with blue light, and the gems dotted on the mask make him look like he has four eyes.
This guy still had a beard, and his robe was torn and pierced, making him look like he had been through a war.
"The Blighted Realm has once again ushered in a new soul... I am very curious, when your death comes, when you see the sun in the sky disappearing into darkness amidst endless torture, will you?
Share your past with me... everything about you!"
This figure was saying something in obscure ancient language, but neither Tyrion nor Alter could understand his words. That was not a language that exists in this era. It was used by the Drust thousands of years ago.
language.
But it doesn't matter, even if he doesn't understand, Tyrion can guess what this guy is talking about from his attitude.
"He shouldn't be of much use to you, right?"
The Dark Blade King looked back at the Wither Druid, who shook his head:
"I can get all the information about the Blighted World from the Great Jing Speaker. Even if he doesn't know, I can analyze everything I want from this Blighted World. My understanding of the Emerald Dream,
No one is more familiar than the night elves..."
"Very good, then he belongs to me."
Tyrion held the hilt of the sword behind his back with his backhand. In the friction between the blade and the scabbard, the familiar buzzing sound sounded again. At the moment when the demon blade Apocalypse was unsheathed, the Wither Druid took a few steps back.
He doesn't like Apocalypse... No reasonable person will like Apocalypse.
"bass"
The wide moon-shaped sword pointed at the arrogant dark figure in front of him, Tyrion looked at him:
"I can probably guess who you are, Gorak Toul, the leader of the fallen Drusts. Maybe you can understand me, maybe you can't. It doesn't matter. Wait until your soul is tortured by the apocalypse.
When you are wailing, I believe that you will have enough time and urgent determination to learn our language..."
"Your soul, your secrets, everything about you... belongs to me!"
