Luminas stood on the wall of the northeastern fortress of Arathi at dawn, looking at the battle group instructions sent by the arakkoa messenger. She couldn't help but feel doubts in her heart. Beside him, Rogelio and Da
Nas was silent.
Tyrion could have used a more convenient mental contact to issue this order, but he did not. Instead, he used a slower and more exposed messenger. This behavior itself is worth pondering.
"Something happened, no doubt about it."
Danas looked at the beautiful view of the green plains of Arathi Highlands at dawn, on which there were still some baggage and supplies left by the human tribes that had evacuated quickly at night. In the attack last night, the undead artillery almost fired.
In an instant, the human troops on the northeastern defense line began to evacuate. It was as if the two sides were playing a double act, and the tacit cooperation was like the two armies handing over the ownership of the fortress.
Neither side suffered much loss, except for the simple mines buried under the grass that the humans left behind when they left, causing the undead to lose some skeletal soldiers.
"He asked us to return to Stormwind City directly from the battlefield?"
Luminas read the letter, her beautiful face filled with question marks. She looked back at Rogelio, expecting to get more news from Tyrion's most trusted elf lord, and Rogelio
He just coughed slightly and shook his head towards her.
"Anyway, just go back. Lord Danas is right. Something happened, something very important."
"Is there anything more important than defeating the Empire of Man?"
Ruminas asked in return:
"Isn't this what we came to this world for? To destroy them and then rebuild a new order on the ruins!"
"Of course!"
Rogelio glanced at Luminas and said softly:
"Do you still remember your original intention of joining the Dark Blade Knights? Why did we gather together? The time has come, Lumi, the time to wield the blade of revenge wantonly has come."
Luminas froze on the spot, but after a moment, a creepy smile appeared on her beautiful face. She stretched out her blood-red tongue and licked her lips. The war instructions in her hand were crumpled into a ball.
Then in the puff of cold breath, it turned into debris flying all over the sky.
"That's great! I've been waiting for too long."
At the same time, in another world far away, in the gathering place of life in Draenor, in the environment where the undead rule the world, but in the strangely increasingly prosperous exile city Shattrath, the Blood Mistress is alone.
Standing in front of Naru'adal, the ruler of Shattrath.
Alleria raised her head and looked directly at Naaru, who was radiating endless light, and said softly:
"I came here this time to deliver a message to my husband, a very important message for the Legion of Light."
"The Burning Legion is about to arrive in Azeroth. My husband and his warriors will fight against the demons in that world, just like he did in this world. But before the war begins, he has a request."
"Buzz"
The crystal-like body of Nalu Adal, shrouded in the endless holy light, vibrated lightly, just like a piece of music. In the music-like sound, Adal's deep voice also sounded:
"Say it."
"Turalyon, no matter where you sent Turalyon, my husband requires you to hide Turalyon's whereabouts from now on. The whereabouts of Turalyon cannot be known by the demons. He has appeared anywhere except Azeroth! In
In the Darkblade's plan to ambush the demon, the soul that truly belongs to Turalyon will play a very important role!"
Alleria said calmly:
"You have no right to object, and you must do so if you want to see the demons crumble across Azeroth."
This request made Naru'Adal silent for a moment. The light shining on its body became more and more ripples, as if it was in contact with some existence. After a while, Adal's gentle voice sounded again:
"The Great Knight Turalyon is the most beloved warrior of the Holy Light. He is currently repairing his broken soul in the Holy Light Legion. I have informed the Mother of the Holy Light to delay his joining the Holy Endless War...
But this is not a compromise, it is just a concession forced by our common enemy... We, like you, look forward to seeing the defeat of the devil."
"very good."
Alleria nodded. Before leaving, she looked back at Naru and said:
"I know that you have been in contact with Velen. Tell him for me that during this period of time, no matter what he sees in Azeroth, he should shut up about anything he shouldn't say.
Until the devil truly fails."
"If we are lucky enough, the Burning Legion will be really injured this time."
Adal let out another burst of light chanting, and after a moment, he whispered:
"I expect the same."
At the same moment, under the ruins of the original Holy Light Cathedral in Stormwind City, in the secret chamber hidden deep in the church, Tyrion was talking to a lost soul. Among all the souls swallowed by the Apocalypse, Tyrion was the one who was devoured by the Apocalypse.
The best preserved and most complete one.
"I need a soul who has the courage to dedicate everything to a just cause, and I have been looking forward to your initiative to join our cause."
Tyrion stood behind the statue of the Church of Holy Light, looking at the soul half-kneeling in front of the sculpture, praying quietly. It was a very familiar soul. After the Dark Blade King's understanding of the soul became more profound, he felt for this soul.
The soul created a special space that allowed him to move freely as a ghost.
And when the soul finished its sincere prayer, stood up, and turned its head, what came into view was Turalyon's handsome and resolute face.
Yes, this is the soul that originally belonged to the great knight Turalyon. He was captured by Apocalypse on the battlefield of the Burning Plains. Until one day ago, he had been quietly protected in the soul furnace of the Black Temple, and his existence,
It is also one of the biggest secrets of the Dark Blade Legion.
Tyrion did not abuse him. On the contrary, he was very generous to Turalyon's soul, because he needed Turalyon to undertake a terrifying and important mission when necessary, and now, the time has come.
"I'm not sure whether what you said is true or false."
Turalyon's soul was very gentle and calm, without any irritability belonging to the deceased. Just like the gentle and sincere, brave and determined knight in his life, he looked directly into Tyrion's eyes and said softly:
"But I saw it all, I saw the whole process of the Dark Blade's confrontation with the devil. Perhaps at least in this respect, you do represent some kind of justice. Even I can't slander you in the process of fighting the devil.
It was a great sacrifice."
"Do you think this world can resist the onslaught of demons?"
Tyrion asked:
"Do you think that with the current human empire, even if I stop my attack, they can stop the devil's evil forward by themselves? Not to mention the subsequent world crisis."
"well..."
The soul of the great knight let out a long sigh, and he shook his head:
"If what you say is true, then they can't stop it. They will only become the next victims to be destroyed by the devil."
"So will you join us?"
Tyrion asked again:
"I'm not asking you to join us against your former friends and brothers. You should know this. I'm giving you a chance to save them! It's possible to save them from the hopeless doomsday where souls are thrown into the abyss!
And to do this, you need to make sacrifices that are terrible and beyond your imagination..."
"If all this is to fight against the incoming demon and protect my world, then I am willing."
Turalyon didn't hesitate much. He looked at Tyrion:
"In the years since I lost my body, I have thought a lot. I have realized that behind the justice of the Holy Light, there is also endless darkness. Everything has two sides, and I am willing to believe you, Tyrion...
.From the things you did in the past, I saw a soul that wanted justice but was not understood. You and I are actually no different."
"No, we are very different."
The King of Dark Blades shook his head. In the call of his will, Valkyr Agatha flapped his wings and appeared behind him. In Agatha's hand, he held a special soul shining with black light.
stone.
"This is an interesting soul. The souls and bodies of the Nasrezim are integrated and inseparable from each other. They have their own way to protect the immortality of their souls, but unfortunately, in the face of the rules of death, there is nothing
It cannot be changed."
Val'kyr handed the soul stone to the great knight Turalyon. Under the pale helmet, the Val'kyr expressed his respect for the human soul in front of him who was about to undertake a terrible mission.
"What you have accepted is a cruel fate. Anyone who has the courage to accept it deserves the utmost respect."
This was the first time Turalyon saw a pure Val'kyr. He looked at Agatha in front of him curiously. After a moment, he picked up the black soul stone from the Val'kyr. He looked at it.
Tyrion:
"What's this?"
"With the help of the God of Death in this world, the soul of Lord Nasrezim was suppressed and still retained all his memories..."
Tyrion looked at the black soul stone and said softly:
"This soul was once sealed in the body by a mage who voluntarily sacrificed his life. It was the only way to trap these cunning Dreadlords, but I still got it. Now, it belongs to you... It will become your disguise.
, Turalyon, with it, you can become our most deadly sting inside the Legion."
"Haha, the best thing is that swallowing and manipulating souls is Nasrezim's talent. And the fusion of soul and soul means that as long as you don't take the initiative to expose it, no one will notice your abnormality, but
You must make sure to suppress it at all times. As long as you relax once, you may be defeated by it in turn. This is very dangerous, but it is worth it."
The great knight understood what the Dark Blade King meant, and he said softly:
"You want me to voluntarily transform into a demon?"
"No, what I want you to become is a hero with an indestructible heart of justice and a devilish appearance."
Tyrion did not hide anything, he said bluntly:
"I know you are wondering why I chose you, and I can only tell you that history has proven that you are the person who can undertake such a cruel and great mission. I have seen the history that never happened but actually existed.
Your unyielding will..."
"Haha, you really think highly of me."
The great knight showed a smile. Without much hesitation, he turned around, looked at the Holy Light statue in front of him, and then infiltrated his soul into the black soul stone. After a moment, a twisted and strange black light appeared.
The shadow rushed out of the soul stone, and amid bursts of hellish cries and firm prayers to the Holy Light, the two souls gradually merged into one.
This was a painful process, like tearing one's own soul apart and gluing it together with another strange soul. Tyrion and Agatha watched this transformation, and they saw Turalyon's soul.
Overflowing with pain, and the great knight's outrageous determination.
At the moment when his face was about to be distorted, Turalyon turned back and looked at Tyrion with his eyes that were turning black:
"Let them go...this is my last request."
Tyrion didn't answer. He just answered the question and said:
"I don't need to do this, Turalyon. There are many people under my command who would be willing to help humanity when it is about to be destroyed, and they have already started to act. You just need to know that as far as I am concerned, I
I don’t intend to destroy human beings, I just want them to be more united and determined...so determined that they can face any challenge alone and overcome them."
"Very good...I will watch all this."
The great knight said the last sentence. The first half of the sentence was still his voice, but the second half turned into a distorted, low voice that made people feel scalp numb.
And as the last ray of holy light dissipated, the purest darkness completely occupied the secret room under the church. In front of Tyrion, there was a tall man with four dark red bat wings on his back and a black forehead.
The Dread Lord appeared in the darkness with demon horns, recurved demon hooves, his body covered in gorgeous and weird armor, and his hands like the sharpest claws from hell.
It looked at Tyrion with its black eyes. After a moment, it put its sharp claws in front of its eyes. Between the collision of the knife-like nails, black sparks were beating.
Tyrion was also looking at it. After a moment, the Dark Blade King asked:
"May I have your name?"
The Dread Lord subconsciously replied:
"Tula... no, no, no, my name is... Cassanatir, the pioneer of the Legion hidden in the world of Azeroth, a member of the Council of the Dread Lords, a very ancient dark walker, yes, this
That’s me.”
In the treacherous laughter, the fear devil pointed at Tyrion vividly:
"By the way, I am still the holder of the Apocalypse...I brought it to this world."
"very good!"
Tyrion drew out the magic sword Apocalypse and placed it in front of the Dread Lord:
"Hold it! If you are really Cassanatir, then it will not swallow you. If you are not, then you are dead."
The Dread Lord lifted up the demon blade Apocalypse without any care and waved it randomly in the air, while Apocalypse made a strange buzzing sound, as if the sword itself was in a very confused state.
"Look, it still remembers me, and it remembers its former owner... Oh, how naughty!"
When the Dreadlord said the word "master", Apocalypse neighed suddenly and jumped out of its claws. Seeing this scene, Tyrion was truly relieved.
He grasped Apocalypse again and put it back into the scabbard. He looked at the Dread Lord in front of him and said softly:
"Even Apocalypse can't tell who you are. That's good. You're qualified, Turalyon."
"Turalyon, who is that?"
A sly smile flashed in the Dread Lord's black eyes:
"Oh, by the way, that is a carrier whose soul is controlled by me. He is... like this."
As he spoke, the little black bats rotated rapidly around the Dreadlord. A moment later, the physical Turalyon appeared in front of Tyrion, and even the simple armor on his body was imitated perfectly.
This is the strange thing about the Nathrezim. As long as they have souls, their bodies still exist.
"Then go back, Mr. Cassanatil, I will help you reintegrate into human society, and then wait patiently... Your compatriots will contact you soon. Don't forget what we said.
