After the dark soul of Gorak Toul was viciously chewed up by Apocalypse, the source of shadows in the Blighted Realm was shattered. This dark ghost place seemed to have a life of its own. It let out a sharp hiss,
Roaring and spreading darkness, trying to bury all the life inside.
But whether it was Tyrion or Alter, the strength of both of them had exceeded the influence of these uncontrolled darkness. In the roaring dark storm, the two people put away their weapons and stood under the cover of the rolling clouds.
Take a stroll on the road ahead.
This ghost place is huge. The unexplored area is almost as large as the entire Drustvar. But no matter how big the place is, there is always an end. Along the way, Tyrion will use soul fire from time to time to release the souls of the civilians who are bound here.
, in the pale feathers of light as their souls dissipated, the two finally reached the end of the Blighted Realm.
It was a chaotic light curtain, like the edge of a barrier. There was an invisible line that separated the realm of decay and the rolling chaos, just like two worlds.
"There is no road."
Tyrion stretched out his hand and tried to pass through the light curtain in front of him, but it was like a thick wall. No matter how much force his hand exerted, he could not penetrate it.
"Sure enough, this place is not connected to the Emerald Dream."
The Wither Patriarch half-knelt in front of the light curtain shining with strange light. The dark green power of nature shone in his hands. While sensing the jagged cracks, he said to the Dark Blade King beside him:
"This is a part that was "cut" from the vast Emerald Dream... Maybe the wilderness demigod noticed this corrupted border, maybe it was the handiwork of a powerful awakener, or maybe it was under the influence of some kind of power
, it will fall off naturally... In short, Gorak Tour and his Drust are not capable of this yet."
"So, this is a closed, small, corrupt Emerald Dream?"
Tyrion moved his wrist and looked at the druid beside him:
"Can this place be transformed?"
"Of course! It must be transformed too!"
A trace of determination flashed across Oort's face. He looked back at the earth shrouded in decaying darkness, and said softly:
"There is something I have been hiding from you. The Patriarch's mission in Mount Hyjal is not going smoothly... Perhaps it is because of the wrong things the Drust have done that the teachings of the Blight Ones are not going well.
Accepted by the great druids, and under the strict orders of Mentor Staghelm, Moana could only recruit new brothers secretly... She even dared not step into the Emerald Dream again."
"This won't work. If the Withered Ones want to develop, they must have their own "holy land." With the vast forests of Stranglethorn Valley, and the Blighted Realm that will be purified in the future, we no longer need to look at those stubborn giants.
The faces of the druids are pale."
A trace of longing for the future flashed across the face of the Wither Patriarch:
"Any organization should undertake a sacred mission...Here, I see it! The sacred mission of the Blighters is to purify the Blighted Realm and save the land of Drustvar from the darkness of ignorance. Yes,
The King of the Forest once left a legacy here, and the people here have the blood of nature flowing in their veins. They should return to the orthodoxy led by the Withered Ones!"
"Drustvar, this will definitely become the place where the Withered Ones will rise!"
"Very good, this is what I want to see."
A glimmer of light flashed in Tyrion's narrowed eyes. His gaze was searching in the darkness behind him, and he whispered:
"The entire Kul Tiras, this vast island country, can even be managed by the Wither. I believe you can manage it well, but the problem now is that you want to purify this piece of cut emerald.
Dreamland, you must first find the source of corruption here, the crack leading to the world of death, that is also the goal I am looking for."
"Leave it to us."
Alter picked up his thorn stick and said to Tyrion:
"It is difficult for outsiders to discover the source of corruption hidden in this land where reality and fiction are intertwined. Therefore, we should seek advice from the local indigenous people, Master Olfa, the Great Jingspeaker, and what he preaches about the local dense forest.
A wandering young demigod of the wilderness... We will find it, and it will help us discover the rift hidden beneath our eyes, but it will take time."
"I have enough patience to wait."
The Dark Blade King rubbed his forehead and replied:
"But don't let me wait too long. I have already had a premonition that that place, the Realm of Death, will be the most important part of the Dark Blade's self-sublimation. I must get it!"
Ten minutes later, after completely purifying the painful souls bound to the Blighted Realm, Tyrion and Alter returned to the real world. The Dark Blade King raised his head. In his vision, he could vaguely see
, in this dark sky, there are still some confused human souls being pulled into the Realm of Blight. It seems that the "hell on earth" that the Drust wanted to build back then has achieved some results.
But unfortunately, souls cannot find rest there, they can only get endless torture and pain. That is not the real cycle of life and death, that is wrong!
"I have to warn you, Tyrion."
The moment the Dark Blade King stepped out of the Blighted Realm, the voice of his Valkyr Agatha sounded in his heart:
"No matter why you are looking for the entrance to the dead world, but now, even if you find it, I will not allow you to enter it... Hundreds of thousands of years ago, when Odin discovered the Abyss of Hades, he and others
The guardians have made tedious and complicated modifications to it so that it can properly accommodate souls. Even for powerful guardians, the world of death is an extremely dangerous place."
"What's more, you lack a guide... Once you venture into it, all you can get is eternal loss. Mortals have no power in that world."
Hearing this, Tyrion frowned:
"Can't you be my guide?"
"It's a pity, but I can't."
There was a hint of helplessness in Agatha's voice:
"The world of death that I am familiar with is only that part of the Hades Abyss. In the same way, Bwonsamdi is only familiar with that part of the Hades that belongs to him. Once you enter an unfamiliar area, even Hela and Bwonsamdi are not familiar with it.
You will also get lost. You have to know that it is a vast and boundless world, countless times bigger than this world... It is like the reflection of the stars. No one can really see it clearly, and no one can really rule it.
"
"Then "Guide"... what conditions does it have to meet?"
The Dark Blade King asked again. After a moment, Agatha expressed his understanding in short and clear language:
"First, it must live in the Shadow Realm and be accepted and accommodated by the Death Realm."
"Others, the area where it is located cannot have the same Dead World managers as Hela and Bwonsamdi, otherwise even if you enter it, you will be discovered by the managers, and there is a high chance of being captured. It must exist in one place
In the middle of nowhere.”
"Finally, it needs a rift between the real world and the dead world to enter and exit, and it must be willing to help you. This is very important. Once the guide deliberately leads you astray, and you are trapped in the gap between the dead world and reality, you will be beyond redemption.
.”
"Fur..."
Hearing this harsh request, Tyrion couldn't help but sigh:
"This is much harder than finding the cracks in the world of death..."
"Of course it's difficult to find it, otherwise it wouldn't be your turn."
Agatha ended the exchange with a mocking and suppressive voice:
"The special rules of the Dead World determine that managers cannot use war to expand their territory, so every crack between the Dead World and reality is very precious to the managers. Bwonsamdi and Hela have always been there
Coveting this rift, as for why they didn't take action... Do you know the reason now? Don't think that Bwonsamdi is sincerely helping you, my silly friend."
"You have to be careful about him. He has his own purpose in telling you the information about the dead world, and he is as dangerous as Hela."
"Believe me, don't rush into it before you are fully prepared..."
Agatha's voice slowly dissipated in Tyrion's contemplation. At this time, the Dark Blade King had already got into his black carriage and was running on the silent forest path. He was going to the next place.
There, he would find another thing that drove him thousands of miles to Kul Tiras.
But before that, he had another thing to do.
The large carriage was advancing on the slightly bumpy mountain road, while the witch Willie sat tremblingly on the chair opposite Tyrion. She did not dare to disturb His Majesty's thinking. She knew that all the work she could do had been done.
That's it, now it's your Majesty's turn to judge her achievements and... give her a reward.
She was waiting uneasily and patiently for the result. During the unbearable time as a witch, the weak Willie had learned to be patient.
"You did a great job."
Tyrion opened his eyes and looked at the ugly and uneasy witch in front of him. He said softly:
"Even if you look at it with the most critical eyes, everything you did for the Dark Blade in Drustvar is completely worthy of recognition. If you have made a contribution, you deserve to be rewarded and paid. So, Wille, my
New subordinate, what do you want from the generous Tyrion?"
"Power? Knowledge? Or... the youth and beauty you need most?"
"Your generous and merciful Majesty..."
The witch was half-kneeling on the ground, her hands clenched into fists, supporting the ground. After more than ten seconds of making a difficult choice, a trace of desire flashed in the witch's eyes:
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for going too far, but I want all of what you have given me!"
This was probably the first time that Willie truly expressed her desire from the bottom of her heart. After this young girl who lost her parents and was abducted into a witch coven, experienced the most tragic disaster in the world and saw through the darkest human nature, she
The desire for those things that cannot be obtained by oneself becomes more and more intense.
And she can be sure that at this time, in front of Tyrion, this is her only chance to get them!
There are always many opportunities waiting for you in life, but when they come, you must be able to hold them tightly, just like Willie's realization in the twilight forest, even if you have to sell your soul, you must at least find someone who can
You're a devil of a guy who can raise the price, right?
"Ha ha ha ha"
Willey's answer made Tyrion stunned for a moment, but then, the Dark Blade King let out a series of hoarse laughter. This was probably the first time he laughed like this after entering Kul Tiras.
carefree.
"Very well...a greedy soul."
These words made Willey's body start to tremble, but the next moment, a ball of black soul fire burst out from Tyrion's hand. He looked at the witch kneeling on the ground and said softly:
"I don't hate greedy people, but you have to understand, Willey, once you get these, you have to make a career worthy of them, and you are willing to give everything you have for it, whether it is a new life,
Or your soul."
"I do! Your Majesty! I do!"
The witch's head touched the cold floor. The next moment, the black flame ignited her ugly and old body and began to burn her flesh and blood. The terrible pain made the witch feel as if there were millions of sharp knives cutting her.
flesh and blood, but she gritted her teeth and used a terrifying tenacity to force herself not to let out even a cry.
She desperately used her weak dark power to cover her soul, and those blazing black flames also gave her soul increasingly powerful nourishment, like seeds reborn from a decayed body. She could feel it.
, in the process of peeling off her flesh and blood, her soul became more and more powerful...until finally, a pair of black wings enveloped her naked body.
Willie woke up from the erratic senses. She opened her eyes and everything in front of her became brighter. Tyrion also waved his hand in time, and a flat ball of ice appeared in front of her eyes, reflecting her
face at this time.
That was her self in countless dreams, that was her self that had not yet fallen into the darkness, that was the beautiful face that should have belonged to a 20-year-old girl, those eyes that had regained their youth but still retained the haze.
, as well as the body between illusion and flesh, and the pair of black wings extending from the back.
A monkey version of the Val'kyr... This is the first time Tyrion has used his power to reshape a person's soul. Of course, he cannot create a powerful Val'kyr out of thin air, but he can reshape the soul so that it has
Some of the Val'kyr's characteristics can still be achieved.
This is also a big burden for Tyrion, but when the souls purified by him in the Blighted Realm dissipated, they gave him a lot of useless soul power, which was just used to give him
Rewards from your own subordinates.
Bwonsamdi is right...the soul is the most powerful force.
"Bang"
A stack of black robes was thrown in front of Willey's eyes. Tyrion closed his eyes and did not look at the lady who had regained her graceful figure. He said softly:
"I gave you strength, knowledge, youth and beauty, and I did what I promised. Now, my Valkyrie Velai, go and do what you promised for me...conquer the country of the sea for me,
Conquer...Kul Tiras for me!"
The Dark Blade Valkyrie Welay, who put on a black robe and folded her wings, bowed her head respectfully, kissed Tyrion's boots, and whispered in a hoarse voice:
"I will dedicate everything to your cause, and it is an honor for me to conquer this country in your name. I praise you, my majesty."
"No..."
Tyrion, who had his eyes closed, leaned back on his chair and corrected Wille's statement:
"It is our cause...our conquest, and, our...justice."
