"His appearance may be the sequelae of death, but this aura of arrogance and control is entirely his own product... My little cutie, you have to learn from him, his strategy, his will,
His thinking, he's a very good teacher."
The moment the Chaldean priest secretly came to meet Tyrion in the dark night, Xalatath's voice kept floating in Chaldea's heart.
Last time, in Stormwind Fortress, after this strange being helped Chaldea reveal the true identity of Archbishop Benedictus, Chaldea sacrificed the souls of 99 vicious prisoners to this dagger as agreed.
Since then, her voice has become sweeter and sweeter, as sweet as tasting honey, but full of deadly poison inside.
Although this seemingly omniscient and omnipotent dagger has given Chaldea a lot of help, the Chaldean priests who currently represent one-third of the managers of the Kingdom of Stormwind are still using the power of this dagger cautiously.
He knows that she is very dangerous, and if he fails, this dagger will abandon him mercilessly. She has a bad record.
"Tyrion Dawnblade undoubtedly wanted to join the ranks of the Destroyers, but he may not have thought that those who dared to do so would eventually desert themselves. Maybe he was aware of the crisis, maybe he was not, but at this time you
Opportunities available, little cutie, listen to me, you just need to..."
"Hi, the mysterious fifth ancient god, Miss Xalatas, what are you whispering to Mr. Chaldea?"
Before Xalatath finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tyrion's sudden greeting. This made the fifth ancient god, who had always taken the initiative, be strangely silent for a moment, and then she complained like:
"You see, some people are so annoying... There is no way he can hear the communication between you and me. Don't be afraid, little cutie, he is just bluffing!"
But the Chaldean priest could not remain calm, because Xalatath's whispers, including Xalatath's name, were truly taboo in his heart, except for him, even his closest pillow person
, his lover Miss Milly doesn’t even know this secret.
Now, this secret has been exposed by Tyrion, which makes Chaldea not panic.
The power of the delicate shadows entangled around the Chaldean priest. They were two extremes completely different from the power of the Holy Light. The deep and dark power circled around his body, seeming to make him escape into the shadows.
, the floating power shines like tentacles in the surrounding darkness, and this darkness is deeper than the night itself.
This is the power of shadow, the absolute back of the Holy Light, but it is also an extremely aggressive and destructive power that can be mastered by a few priests.
"Well, I'm getting angry from embarrassment."
Tyrion shrugged, his fingers spread out and then clenched, and the buzzing Demon Blade Apocalypse appeared in his hand. At this moment, Xalatath's voice in Chaldea's heart suddenly became sharp:
"Back off! You are no match for him, that sword... is very dangerous!"
"Buzz"
Seeing Chaldea take a few steps back, Tyrion, with a playful look in his eyes, held the magic blade in front of him, shook it, and said softly:
"Now, do you want to talk?"
"Little cutie, let me talk to him!"
Xalatas, who had always used gentle and delicate temptations as his means, became strangely tough at this moment. After feeling that will, Chaldea nodded silently, and the next moment, his eyes turned into
A strange pure black color appeared, and the power of shadow floating around the body slowly dissipated.
Chaldea raised his hands to show that he was not hostile. He seemed a little uncomfortable adapting to his new body. It was not until several seconds later that he spoke:
"Well, his body of flesh and blood is so weak, but he has already formed a cocoon of darkness, and he will soon break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, becoming a member of the truly great ones."
The voice was hoarse, weird, delicate, and deep. It was a woman's voice. It sounded nice, but it was as dangerous as a piranha.
Tyrion knew that the one who now controls Chaldea's body should be the mysterious fifth ancient god, the Hidden One hidden in Xalatath. The Blade of the Dark Empire, the recorder and destroyer from the ancient era.
A poor man who was betrayed and eaten by his own people.
"Then you will abandon poor Chaldea without mercy just like you abandoned others. When I guided him to find you, I already knew the outcome."
The magic blade in Tyrion's hand suddenly disappeared. He looked at the Chaldean priest whose body was controlled in front of him and said with some pity:
"Everyone who holds your hand thinks they are chosen, but everyone is just a carrier destined to be abandoned. You have no master, right? Ms. Xalatas, you will never have a master."
"Watching this weak soul sink into darkness is always an endless pleasure."
Xalatas controlled Chaldea's body and made a very feminine posture. He looked at Tyrion, with an undisguised admiration in his pure black eyes:
"You! Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, if there is anyone in this world that I would be willing to follow, it must be you. Destruction and destruction... This is the real beauty, and you know how to appreciate it! You all
Finally, among these mortals, there is one person that I can look at in a different light."
"No, no, no, don't praise me like that, ma'am."
The Dark Blade King smiled:
"I already have a painful thorn in my hand, and I don't want to cause myself more trouble."
"Apocalypse?"
Xal'atas flicked his fingers and said intentionally or unintentionally:
"That evil blade just looks unruly. You obviously haven't found a way to control it yet. The impostor is always whispering crazy whispers in your ears, but in my opinion, it's just meaningless noise.
.What an amateur! Maybe you should let me show it the correct technique, or maybe I can help you tame it?"
"Need not."
The smile on Tyrion's face gradually disappeared, and he said calmly:
"The process of solving problems is half the fun. I don't want to give this fun to others. Okay, the chat is over. You should feel it, N'Zoth, the Thousand Bearded Demon, once swallowed a part of you.
The power of the murderer of the body is lingering on this land. It is obviously planning something, and no matter what it wants to get, I don't want to see it succeed, so are you interested in joining in? "
"N'zoth, this idiot pustule, has lived for too long... He is the weakest among us, but at present, it seems that he is the one closest to success. How ironic, the weakest one may become
The final winner."
Xal'atath said lazily:
"But it is destined that only one person can devour this world. This is a destined rule. Also, it is not a murderer. How do you know that when I was eaten by them, it was not some little "conspiracy" of mine?"
"That means you're not interested?"
Tyrion ignored the language traps that were used to create doubts, and he asked straightforwardly:
"Will you let N'Zoth absorb the soul of this earth? Are all the ancient gods so generous?"
"Who says I'm not interested?"
Xal'atath snorted:
"The plane barrier here is very weak and can be easily torn apart, but when the real shadow and the holy light meet here, a very interesting disaster will definitely break out. I am eager to see it and teach the dishonest N'Zoth a lesson."
...This guy has been wreaking havoc in this world for a long time. Not all of his conspiracies have succeeded, but those that have succeeded have caused endless troubles. It is an obstacle."
"Very well, Stormsong Valley, that is its base camp, go and destroy it as much as you like."
Tyrion pointed to the north and said to Xal'atath in front of him:
"I'm also looking forward to seeing your destructive power. By the way, Naga's power is also there."
"Naga! These deep-sea fish always beg for all scraps from N'Zoth, but their queen is greedy. She wants more. She will be a good vanguard."
Xal'atath stretched out his hand and flicked it to his mouth. It was very irritating for a man to do such an action, but Tyrion turned a blind eye to it. He knew very well that Xal'atath had not yet said what he wanted.
What about the conditions?
"I help you destroy the order here, I help you squeeze the existence space of the human empire, and I help you unite them. I have helped you so much!"
Xal'atath whispered:
"What can I get? I heard that your nickname is "Generous" Tyrion. Maybe you won't let me down."
"bite"
Something was thrown at the feet of Xal'atath. She controlled Chaldea's body to pick up the thing. It was a purple gem filled with soul power, shining with strange light in the dark night. Xal'atath would
He put it next to his nose, sniffed it gently, and then nodded with satisfaction.
"32,934 suffering souls... so much death, so much power..."
"You are indeed a person who does great things, and you are much more generous than my little cutie. However, the souls of dirty pirates are full of impurities and are not so delicious. Next time you ask me for help, maybe you can give me some delicious food.
Pure souls, such as 999 pure girl spirits, that way I will be more willing to help you."
Tyrion's expression remained unchanged, and he whispered:
"If I can find another free town where pirates gather before I leave Kul Tiras, I am willing to hand over all the ugly souls I harvest to you and treat them as waste."
"One more thing, about C'Thun and his bugs, I want to find a soul from C'Thun's dark realm..."
The Dark Blade King said the second thing, which made Xal'atath let out a series of rapid laughter.
"Ah, it seems that my compatriots have really annoyed you, first N'zoth, and then C'Thun, so I am very curious, why do you keep insisting on looking for trouble with them? We will become a lot of people.
A good partner, the Dark Blade King, I have already seen that future."
"Finally it's you!"
Tyrion replied with a cold word, which made Xal'atath laugh like a chicken's neck being cut off. There is no doubt that this sentence declared Tyrion's attitude and angered Xal'atath.
Miss sister, she shouted in a sharp voice:
"You are just a seed of corrosion rooted in death. You can't see the violent ghosts wandering in anger and growing in pain. You are just the prey of the God of the Abyss. Don't talk nonsense! Stupid undead, belong to
Our master's power has never completely disappeared, as if it never really appeared in this world, but the crack is already very deep and huge. Under the abyss, some kind of power you have never seen is churning.
..The final restraint has been loosened, and you are not ready yet!"
"Our master is entering this country quietly, and what you see are just some pitiful fragments and shadows, which are the weakest echoes. You can ask those ethereal spirits how powerful our master is.
Terrible power, something you have never seen before..."
"I have seen many things that you have never seen before, Xal'atath, the fifth ancient god... I don't believe that the infection of the void cannot be eliminated!"
Tyrion was tougher. He interrupted Xalatath's dark whispers and said in a deep voice:
"As for the Void Spirits, their most powerful ones don't dare to appear in front of me, and what I have to face are only three weak "gods" imprisoned in the titan cage, and you, a person of the same kind.
The broken ghosts who were eaten separately and had to survive for hundreds of thousands of years, you see, the minions of the void, nothing more than that!"
"Will you really win? In Azeroth? Haha, I'm very curious!"
Tyrion moved his wrist and looked at Xal'atath in front of him indifferently:
"So what if you corrupt all life? Don't forget, there is still an army of death waiting for you. Maybe when I use my army to cut off Yogg-Saron's core, you will reconsider changing the door.
..In your base camp, the Shadow Realm, no matter how arrogant the Lord of the Void is, he would not dare to provoke eternal death... Look, I know your details clearly, but you have no idea who you are fighting.
!”
"Now, tell me, do you help me or not? Do you have a good relationship with C'Thun? What has it done for you to deserve your keeping its secret so loyally? Is it because it devoured your body?
Is it "gentle"?"
Faced with Tyrion's relentless questioning, Xal'atath was undoubtedly at a disadvantage. A strong threat must be backed up by strong force. In this regard, Tyrion's threat
Obviously more powerful.
After Xalatas was silent for more than ten seconds, she also calmed down from her previous irritation, and she let out a sharp laugh:
"C'Thun is not just a compatriot to me. In those endless years before the power of the void sprouted, it was my "friend". We are "friends" that transcend the meaning of the word itself...
"
This answer made Tyrion frown, and he asked in a low voice:
"So, use your favorite soul to price it. Those years when you were friends, how much are they worth to you?"
