Deep in the snow-capped mountains of Khaz Modan, an air blast suddenly erupted that was strong enough to set off a large avalanche. The form of the force collision was extremely obvious, and even caused a sonic boom cloud visible to the naked eye in the air.
The impact of forcibly returning to the world from the realm of death was astonishing. As a creature similar to energy, the Val'kyr did not have much impact. Agatha lost control in the air. After a few spins, he re-suspended steadily.
In the air, Tyrion, who had a physical body, could not escape the second impact of the two worlds.
His body was thrown directly away, like a black missile, roaring and hitting the mountain wall in the snow-capped mountain valley ahead at a speed exceeding the speed of sound. From Agatha's vision, it could be clearly seen
To the scene where Tyrion smashed into the opposite mountain wall, the rocks were thrown up, and the falling snow on the top of the mountain crashed down crazily.
This made Val'kyr let out a sigh of relief subconsciously.
She quickly flew to the top of the valley covered by falling snow. As she waved her fingers, a shining white war spear appeared in her hand. It seemed that she planned to fish Tyrion out of the snow ditch, but just before the valley fell,
The moment Gerry brandished his weapon, a vibration came from outside the valley, along with a strange roar and a halo of evil energy floating in the air.
When he saw the position of the halo, a trace of surprise flashed across Agatha's face, which was wrapped in a lightning helmet.
"Annara!"
One of her best friends, the soul healer who had repaired Tyrion's soul injury, was living there in seclusion. Seeing the dark green halo of evil energy getting thicker and thicker, Agatha glanced at the snow ditch below,
After a moment, she flapped her wings and turned into a stream of white light, rushing out of the valley where the battle was taking place.
When Agatha saw her old friend, she also saw a creature that shouldn't be here. It was a demon fighting the soul healer...a weird demon.
It was a demon similar to a lion. It had no hair on its body, only disgusting blood-red fine scales, a short tail, and wings made of white bones on both sides of its body. The most terrible thing was its face, which was disgusting.
face.
It was not a face, but a strange head formed by more than a dozen faces randomly squeezed together. Each face had ferocious teeth, and under these disgustingly twisted faces, there was a pair of
Between opening and closing, the sharp teeth are densely packed into a frighteningly large mouth.
This demon is chasing Anala, who is not good at fighting, in the Soul Healer's Cemetery. Every mouth of it can spurt out a completely different magical breath. Its huge claws are also entangled with the breath of evil energy.
One claw can leave a burning mark on the ground.
"Uzul Devourer! Damn it, why is this monster here?"
As a Val'kyr who deals with souls, Anara certainly knows what this is. In fact, during the demonic invasion ten thousand years ago, she killed such demonic monsters more than once, but the ones she encountered on the battlefield before
, are not as huge as the one in front of me. It seems to be the evil pet of some big demon.
Naturally, such disgusting creatures are not born. Even if the Creator is blind, he will not create such monsters purely to spread malice. These things are essentially a kind of stitched corpses and constructed monsters.
Made by demons, it is specially used to devour corpses and devour wandering souls on the battlefield to provide the demons with some "materials" for experiments.
It is said that when the Devourer demons were created, they only had one face, and as they devoured more and more souls, they would grow more faces. Judging from the size of the Devourer in front of me, this guy was the least
Devoured 1,000 souls.
It is worth mentioning that "Uzul" means "soul eater" in devilish language.
"Annara, I'm here to help you!"
Agatha shouted, immediately attracting the attention of Uzul, who was raging in the cemetery below. The disgusting monster roared towards the sky, and among its dozen pairs of eyes shining with malice, there were more than a dozen words.
The lethal light also shot towards the sky, but Agatha nimbly dodged it.
The war-savvy Val'kyr let out a war cry. In the flash of soul power, her body turned into a white lightsaber falling from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the disgusting Uzul's face was wiped out.
It was completely torn apart, and as the smelly blood escaped, the monster roared, and soon, another face appeared on its body.
"It's so difficult..."
Agatha swung his war spear and tore open Uzul's two faces at once, but it also did not cause any effective damage to it. Constructed demons like Uzul are very rare, and they are also very difficult to deal with, because the body contains
Every soul can bring them new life.
"This monster is coming for me, it wants to devour me..."
The soul doctor with disordered breath waved his hands, wrapping the light of soul around the body of the Uzul demon in front of him, restricting its movements, while the war spear in Agatha's hand danced wildly like a storm, and he was beaten for a while.
Uzul kept retreating.
"We have to kill it at least a thousand times... it's really bad."
Agatha complained, but did not stop the attack. As a Val'kyr, she could see the wailing souls imprisoned in the monster's body. Most of them were draenei souls, and some
She wanted to save the dwarves and humans, but she was powerless. Demons like Uzul were too evil, and the souls bound in its body were hopeless.
"Give them relief."
Agatha thought like this, and she raised her war spear again, but at the same time as she was about to go all out to kill the monster in front of her, a black shadow rushed out from the snow not far away, Terry
Ang rubbed his nose. He felt that in the impact just now, his nose seemed to have broken bones and was crooked.
This made the King of the Dark Blade very unhappy. In addition, the influence of the Realm of Death seemed to still be on him, which made Tyrion somewhat unable to control his emotions. The moment he saw the disgusting monster, the Dark Blade
The king pulled out the Ashbringer from behind with his backhand, and struck the Uzul Demon's neck with a powerful and heavy slash from behind.
While Tyrion was exerting all his strength, more than a dozen phantoms of black sharp blades slashed at Uzul's body from all directions. Just one blow caused a third of the demon monster's bones to make a fragile snapping sound.
.
"Leave it!"
"I'll do it!"
The Dark Blade King spoke with a cold tone to the two Val'kyr who were watching, and waved the Ashbringer in his hand again. In just a few seconds, the Uzul demon who was so arrogant just now screamed in agony.
Continuously retreating, Tyrion alone inflicted the momentum and damage of a dozen people besieging him, and it seemed that Tyrion wanted to vent all the anger he had just been intimidated by the two gods of death on the poor demon in front of him.
"It lives on its soul, Tyrion. Physical damage alone cannot kill it!"
Anala, the soul healer who turned into a melon-eating audience, reminded loudly. Tyrion's attack also stopped at this moment. He backhand inserted the Ashbringer back into the scabbard behind his back, and wrapped it around him in a few twitches of his fingers.
The long sword of black flames appeared in his hand. The moment the strange long sword appeared, the howling Uzul seemed to have seen a natural enemy. It opened its broken bone wings and turned around to escape.
.
"Oh? Is that so?"
The Dark Blade King stretched out his finger and tapped the blade in his hand. The black soul fire slowly faded away, revealing the sword body of Apocalypse. With Tyrion's help, he successfully swallowed part of the polluters.
The magic blade of the soul has also entered the stage of breaking through its self-shackles as expected. Its self-evolution has not yet been completed, but as a weapon, it can still fulfill its mission.
"Can we fight? Apocalypse?"
Tyrion asked softly. After a moment, a sinister voice sounded in his heart:
"Walk me around as much as you want...the blood of my enemies will make me more happy."
"very good!"
The Dark Blade King nodded. The next moment, his figure was like black lightning, rushing into the sky among the falling snow. The body of the Uzul demon that wanted to escape flashed out in the black light.
After it passed away, it was smoothly divided into more than a dozen pieces in the air, and then hit the white snow with a bloody rain that filled the sky.
"He did it! The destructive power of this soul... is amazing!"
Anara looked at Apocalypse entangled in black fire with some fear. She quietly hid behind Agatha and looked at Tyrion with a cold face. She whispered:
"After the beating, hurry up and leave. I still want to appease those released souls."
Tyrion turned his head and glanced at the soul healer who seemed timid. After a moment, he set his sights on Agatha again. He pointed to his ears and asked:
"What's with those voices echoing in my head?"
"That is the will of the realm of death. It has seen you, it has touched you, and now, it has issued a summons to you..."
Agatha explained with some concern:
"You shouldn't take risks, Tyrion. In order to save you, I let you enter a world in advance that you shouldn't enter now. Do you know why Hela doesn't chase you? The realm of death will corrode the soul of any living thing.
It's calling you, it wants you to integrate into that world, to be a part of that world, and if you don't answer the call... it's going to come find you."
"Hela thinks you are dead. After you completely return to eternal silence, the part of the great devil's soul in your hands will still return to her hands. This is not cost-effective, very not cost-effective!"
Agatha's explanation made Tyrion couldn't help but touch his ears, but after a moment, he shook his head:
"Whether it's a good deal or not is up to me. I think it's a good deal."
"Just be tough!"
Agatha put away her weapon dissatisfied. She looked into Tyrion's tired eyes and said:
"The Realm of Death is still affecting your senses and soul. You'd better rest for a while and then think about how to respond to this call. In short, don't take risks. You haven't found the "guide" you need, so you are so rash.
Entering the realm of death, you will not end up well. By the way, just now, I saw that the floating island also disappeared. Was that your doing?"
In the falling snow of Khaz Modan, Tyrion turned around and looked in the direction of Northern Xinjiang. His eyes narrowed and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"No, that wasn't done by me, it was another group of people."
"A group of bold guys, among them there is one person who I am always paying attention to. I have to say that he did a very good job this time!"
"I am very satisfied with his transformation..."
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"Wow, wow"
The sound of the rhythm of the sea echoed in Kel'Thuzad's ears. The pale archmage and warlock was standing on the edge of the dilapidated ruins of Dalaran, looking speechlessly at the endless sea below.
In the absence of maps and magic positioning, even great mages like Kel'Thuzad couldn't figure out where they were teleported to during the desperate teleportation just now.
But this place is definitely still in Azeroth... There is no doubt that the familiar magical atmosphere above the sea and the elemental fluctuations that are in line with the laws of this world all prove their location. Therefore, this group of warlocks
Fortunately, I was not transported directly to another world by the unruly Scepter of Sargeras.
Beside Kel'Thuzad, Althea was binding her brother, the silent human warlock Kanrisad had a blood stain on the corner of his mouth, and the dwarf warlock Wilfred was lying on the ground not far away.
On the screen, life or death is unknown, the orc warlock Leitson has lost his hands, and the high elf warlock Xinfeel is kneeling aside and crying loudly while holding his disfigured face.
The small group Kel'Thuzad had just formed had reached the brink of collapse after a life and death crisis.
"Stop crying! Stop screaming! You are so noisy!"
The archmage turned back, stretched out his trembling hands, and put his hood that was torn apart by magic on his head. He looked at the people in front of him with gloomy eyes, and he shouted loudly:
"We survived! Idiots, there is hope when you are alive. We also have Dalaran... Dalaran that can fly. Although I haven't figured out the principle of its suspension, it doesn't matter... In the end
The important thing is that we got the future!"
As he spoke, Kel'Thuzad flicked his fingers, and Kanrisad, who was covered in bandages, struggled to stand up and handed him a wooden box.
Kel'Thuzad opened the wooden box, and the black scepter of Sargeras stood quietly in front of him. He took a deep breath. Under the gaze of all the warlocks, Kel'Thuzad reached out and took hold of the black scepter.
Holding the staff high with an unknown aura, the Archmage could feel that the staff in his hand had its own consciousness, and that consciousness was resisting him with a disdainful attitude.
But Kel'Thuzad's face did not waver at all. He looked at the defeated soldiers in front of him and shouted loudly:
"Here...I declare, everyone, you have passed the first test..."
