The woman who controls the entrance to the largest realm of death in Azeroth is a lunatic driven mad by her own suffering. She is a pitiful person, but she is also a tyrant. For the past tens of millions of years, she has been hiding in her own shadow.
In the country, they are planning a war of revenge against the Titan Guardian Odin and his Legion of Heroes.
She personally broke the balance between life and death that she was supposed to maintain, and detained the souls of the dead in her own kingdom. She used them as raw materials, infused them with the power of the deep sea, and then added the influence of hatred and distortion to keep coming.
The dead soul warriors named "Kvaldir" were created. In the mysterious Kingdom of Shadow, the number of Kvaldir who bear the hatred of Hela has reached an astonishing number.
According to some reports from the trade prince in charge of sea commerce, the death goblin Buddy Moore, it can be inferred that Hela has secretly set off a craze for revenge, whether it is in the Howling Fjord of Northrend or in the Broken Islands
In Stormfjord, in the gathering places of the Vrykul, figures of Kvaldir Mist Warriors who were constantly plundering the land appeared.
She could no longer hold back the hatred that had been tortured for hundreds of thousands of years, and she was going to declare war on Odin.
As we all know, wars, wars are never won by relying on diplomatic rhetoric. The most basic and important component of war is soldiers. Hela needs soldiers. She desires more soldiers at all costs, and she
The long-term detention of dead souls has affected the order of life in Azeroth...
Otherwise, it is impossible for such a large world to contain star souls and only have such a small amount of life... In Tyrion's view, the area and resources of this world are enough to feed billions of people, but in reality? Even if it is
Counting those hidden races and alien races, the population of the entire Azeroth is only over 200 million at most.
The sparse population of a world is naturally related to productivity, but beneath the surface problems of productivity, hidden is the dilemma of civilization being suspended and even retreating due to the hatred of a mad woman. Hela is not "the degradation of Azeroth"
"History" is the culprit, but she played a very important and sad role in it.
On the other hand, Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, no matter how much Bwonsamdi likes to threaten others with words, he does his job impeccably. Under his management, the civilized world of trolls continues to grow.
Civil war, massacres, and genocide broke out. Thousands of years ago, the trolls used human sea tactics to defeat the arrogant Aqir empire. However, even with such terrible consumption, the life system of the trolls still prospered.
prosperity.
Compared with tens of thousands of years ago, the number of trolls in this world has not decreased, but has actually increased...
This is also the reason why Tyrion chose to cooperate with Bwonsamdi. Compared to Hela, who is crazy and immersed in self-revenge, Bwonsamdi is undoubtedly an excellent collaborator, but now it seems that
Tyrion was eventually "sold" by Bwonsamdi. Judging from the speed and time it took Hela to arrive here, she must have known Tyrion would kill the big demon here a long time ago.
action.
"You betrayed me, friend."
Tyrion stood quietly in the center of Dalaran's floating island. He looked at Bwonsamdi:
"Don't you feel ashamed? We signed a contract..."
"It's not my fault, Tyrion, it's the boss's idea."
Bwonsamdi shrugged, pointed to the sky, moved his fleshless lips, and said:
"A soul like Archimonde is very important to the order of the Realm of Death. It will play a greater role in our hands. You shouldn't possess it, and you can't possess it. Now, leave, and look at our cooperation.
For the sake of happiness, get out of here...and never come back!"
"What you want to use it for I can't guess, but Ms. Hela..."
Tyrion had no intention of leaving. He turned to look at the silent Hela in the sky behind him, and said softly:
"If you divide it, half for each person, let me do the math. Ms. Hela can use it to make more Kvaldir Mist Warriors...maybe, maybe you can also make a monster that can rival Odin.
Do you really hate him that much?"
"Shut up! Mortal, the grudge between Odin and I is beyond your understanding. I advise you to listen to Bwonsamdi's advice and get out of here now. Those "stories" between you and me will not happen until I finish what I am doing.
We’ll talk about it later after what happened.”
Hela said indifferently, her hoarse voice echoing in the dark space like thunder:
"You will come to me, right? Tyrion, after all, your soul fragments, as well as the soul fragments of your "loyal" subordinates, are still in my hands."
The Queen of Hades moved her body, and the nine black tentacles tightly clinging to the floating island of Dalaran also moved together, pulling the entire floating island, trembling endlessly under the vibration of this power.
"I will wait for you in the abyss of Hades, waiting for you to kneel in front of my throne and become the most loyal and brave forward in the war between me and Odin. Your dark power will flood the entire Valajar for me...
Turn Odin's Hall of Valor into a complete hell!"
Hela's mocking laughter silenced the atmosphere on the floating island of Dalaran, just like a stone weighing heavily on Tyrion's shoulders. After a moment, the Dark Blade King raised his head.
Looking at the dim stars above his head that were completely different from the night sky, he whispered:
"Oh, it seems like I don't have much choice...but before I leave, I have a question I want to ask you."
"When Archimonde and his demons came to this world, why didn't you show up with dignity and give him a fatal blow with the tyrannical power in your hands?"
"Why do you hide in the shadows and watch when I, a humble mortal, use all possible means to slay the big demon? After I win, you jump out again and use your own might to oppress me, trying to make me look like a demon."
Get away like a mouse..."
Tyrion stretched out his fingers, rubbed his forehead, and said in a tired voice:
"Let me guess, you are also afraid of the power of the great devil, just like the trembling humans hiding in the castle... You are also afraid of him! You are afraid of him who is alive, not him who is dead, so after his death
"
"You're afraid of him, but not me, right?"
Tyrion's voice was low, as if there was a volcano about to erupt. He raised his head and stared at Hela and Bwonsamdi with his ice-blue eyes:
"You two disgusting...rats!"
"Bang"
The huge tentacles hit the top of the ruins of Dalaran hard. Amidst the splash of bricks and stones, a broken mark was left on the ground. With the power of dark death, Hela's pale eyes stared at Tai.
Rayon, her voice came from the fog of death:
"Shut up! Mortal... you are provoking me, you are doing a very dangerous thing!"
Bwonsamdi also spread his hands helplessly, admonishing Tyrion who was unwilling to bow his head:
"My friend, I'm sorry that something like this will happen, but believe me, leaving here is the best choice for you, give in, compromise, and then reach a consensus. I know it is difficult, but whether you want it or not
Be willing to accept that this is how the world works... Maybe one day you will become one of us, and at that time, I will apologize to you."
"No, I know better than you what the truth of this world is, Bwonsamdi, you don't need to comfort me, the way you look now is simply disgusting!"
Tyrion took a step back, bent down and grabbed the tentacles on the chin of the unconscious big demon. He looked left and right between Hela and Bwonsamdi, and then showed a weird smile to Bwonsamdi:
"But we were friends, right, Bwonsamdi... let me give you a gift!"
"Shua"
The moment the words fell to the ground, the remains of the great demon were thrown in the direction of Bwonsamdi. The moment the remains took action, Tyrion grabbed Apocalypse's sword blade and drew out the long sword that was completely wrapped in black fire.
At this moment, Hela and Bwonsamdi noticed the changes in Archimonde's soul. The soul in this incomplete body was reduced... at least half!
"Bwonsamdi, this is the gift of a broken friendship! You're welcome!"
"I will participate in the war between you and Odin, Hela. At that time, I will give you a...surprise!"
A pair of pale wings suddenly appeared behind Tyrion, grabbing his body and quickly disappearing into another space. The screaming Hela waved her tentacles and slammed hard at Tyrion who was trying to escape, and
Bwonsamdi, who had obtained Archimonde's body, waved his hand towards Tyrion, then turned around and ran away with a smile on his face, dragging the remains of Archimonde.
"You are such a good friend, Tyrion. After you die, I swear that I will protect your soul and return to Hades...Old Bwonsamdi never lies!"
The moment before the tentacles hit Tyrion with a huge force, 99% of the power had been lost. The empty Eye of Sargeras was slammed by Tyrion into the tentacles in front of him. When it came into contact with the tentacles,
In an instant, the last 1% of the evil energy exploded. This explosive evil energy was nothing to Hela, but at the moment when the evil energy exploded, from the underground of the ruins of Dalaran under everyone's feet, there was also
There was a strange spatial fluctuation.
With the cooperation of the two forces, Hela's tentacles almost brushed Tyrion's body and stabbed out, while Vagri Agatha gritted his teeth, and after shouting, forcefully thrust Tyrion out.
He was dragged into the shadow realm that he shouldn't have entered.
That is the territory of Hela and Bwonsamdi. Logically speaking, Hela only needs to return to the Realm of Death to follow the traces left by Agatha and finally capture Tyrion, but that will take time, and even more
The serious problem is that Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death who came with her, has dragged Archimonde's remains to his portal. Hela barely hesitates and controls the remaining tentacles, frantically.
Smashed at the fleeing Bwonsamdi.
"You are crazy! Hela, go after Tyrion. The half of the soul in his hand belongs to you!"
"Put down what you're holding, it belongs to me! Dirty troll!"
"You want something from me? Then come and get it, provided you can catch up with me, disgusting crazy woman, I've had enough of you for a long time!"
One minute ago, the two Death Gods were standing together, forcing Tyrion to give up the loot he had obtained, but a minute later, the two Death Gods were already fighting over the broken loot.
The power of death rages endlessly in this space. Being in the battlefield of death, only one third of it is left. It is possible that the two big guys will hit it at any time and break the floating island of Dalaran into millions of pieces.
In the sound of space shattering, he suddenly disappeared into the space enveloped by the power of death.
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Tyrion, whose body was dragged by Agatha and quickly flew through the strange world, was in a very bad condition.
He was not injured in the attack by Hela and Sangbondi, and his current bad situation is entirely because he entered a place he shouldn't have entered...the realm of death, the realm of shadow, the realm of void, it has many names,
But none of them are prepared for mortals. This world that is opposite to the real world is simply not the place Tyrion should come to now.
What's more, the way he entered this place was somewhat... rough.
"Tyrion! Wake up! Don't sleep, damn it!"
Valkyr Agatha flapped her wings crazily. The Dark Blade King in her arms was in a state of being stripped of all senses. When Agatha was forcibly dragged into the world of death, the world and death were inseparable.
The collision of the forces of the realm had a certain impact on Tyrion's soul.
His senses at this time were as if he were in a daze, being dragged into a roller that rotated tens of thousands of times a second. The terrifying dizziness that directly affected the soul gave Tyrion a long-lost thought.
He felt like vomiting, but the problem was that the soul could not vomit. This contradictory situation made his will become even more blurred.
Just like drinking a lot of wine, you may be completely fragmented and lose consciousness at any time. This bad feeling has nothing to do with the strength. It is purely the suppression of the different laws of the two worlds.
Val'kyr was flying while holding Tyrion, looking left and right. In Tyrion's eyes, this world was dim and dark, but in the eyes of shadow creatures like Val'kyr, it was a different attitude. Aga
Sa knows very well that beings like Tyrion who accidentally enter the Shadow Realm can easily attract some very scary and difficult things.
"Those...those dark things following you...what are they?"
Tyrion asked suddenly, which made Agatha stunned for a moment, and then whispered:
"Hold on! The next exit will be there soon... Those things, those are dementors, plunderers attracted by the smell of souls, who live on the negative emotions of souls. No one in the world of death wants to be with them.
They deal...wait, can you see them?"
"Yes! They are ugly!"
Tyrion said with difficulty. He shook his head and looked at the dark environment around him. His senses were slowly recovering, but it was like there was a layer of gauze between him and his soul. He couldn't see or hear clearly.
Not being able to touch or smell, this feeling is enough to drive a living person crazy, but Tyrion is a dead person, and he is more tolerant of these negative effects.
In his trance-like vision, he could see the black shadows running on all fours behind Agatha, like ghouls thrown into the ink, but they were thinner, more twisted, and more...
Slender and full of a feeling of awkwardness and fear. You can't see the eyes, you can only see the beating body.
They seem to appear everywhere, and even above Tyrion's head, you can see dementors twisting their limbs in reverse, chasing in an extremely weird posture. These guys are simply like all the negative effects of the Creator.
With the gathering of emotions, if Tyrion saw this thing in the real world, Tyrion would definitely slash it with his sword without hesitation.
But now, he can't do it... A few seconds later, maybe a few hours later, time has lost its meaning here. In short, Tyrion saw a twisted light in his increasingly heavy and confused eyes.
Gaza's voice also came at this moment:
"Hold on! Don't sleep! Don't listen to those voices...The exit is right in front! Grit your teeth...This may, a little hurt..."
