"I didn't bring you out of the Twisting Nether to waste your time! Bastard, wake up!"
The fear lord Tichondrius felt that his mind was dizzy, as if he had been thrown into the coldest Death Star among the stars. The strange touch seemed to have frozen his mind.
But maybe this is just an illusion, after all, it just experienced a near-death experience not long ago.
In this weird environment, it wanted to open its eyes, but found that this simple action was really difficult to do. There seemed to be a layer of gauze between its mind and its soul body.
I feel very uncomfortable whenever I move.
"Tear it apart"
The sound like ten thousand paws brusquely scraping against the glass surface resounded in Tichondrius's soul. The noisy sound was enough to make any intelligent creature's scalp feel numb, and the sound seemed to have a direct effect on the Dread Lord.
In his soul...it let out a scream subconsciously.
And the next second, it suddenly opened its eyes, only to find that it was being restrained in a soul stone...
In front of it was a dim hall, and Cassanatir's low and hazy eyes were looking at it. Tichondrius could easily see a hint of undisguised malice in those eyes.
The Dread Lord couldn't help but tremble.
In his heyday, Tichondrius was not afraid of seniors like Cassanatil, but the problem was that he still remembered the dark green light that completely engulfed him a few days ago, and the evil energy that destroyed everything.
In the light, Tichondrius felt the real sense of tearing, the pain of having his soul melted and then torn apart again.
There is no doubt that it "died" once in the ruins of Dalaran. It should have been reborn in the depths of the Twisting Nether, but for some reason, it was trapped in this soul stone. And the worst thing is that it
Now I am in a period of absolute weakness.
Although the characteristics of the Nasrezim demons determine that a Dreadlord cannot kill another of his kind, if Kasanatil insists on making him "suffer", then Tichondrius will be destroyed for hundreds of years in the future.
To spend time in the burning soul forge, it is an execution ground that is feared by all demons. Even the most arrogant abyss lords are afraid of it, let alone the cunning Dread Lord?
"Yo, wake up, Tichondrius, usurper!"
Cassanatil stretched out his hand and shook the soul stone on his fingertips. Tichondrius's weak soul immediately felt like it was being turned upside down, as if it was thrown into a furious ocean tide. The vibration made it dizzy.
It couldn't help but scream.
"Enough! Enough! Where is this? Why am I here? I shouldn't be here!"
"This is Azeroth...your burial place. Of course you shouldn't be here, idiot!"
Cassanatil stretched out his finger and flicked a ray of soul fragments into the soul stone, and then said disdainfully:
"According to the resurrection process of demons, you should be in the deepest part of the twisted void, fighting for mud with those newly born abyss worms, idiot! What? You mean, you are not satisfied with my "rescuing" you?
Then should I throw you back into the Twisting Nether, maybe you still miss the stinky mud?"
"No, I didn't. Don't talk nonsense."
Tichondrius weakly grabbed the fragment that had penetrated into the soul stone, biting it with large mouths, and regained his energy. He retorted slightly, and the cunning nature of the Dread Lord told him that at this moment, it was best not to offend Kasa.
Natir's offense and defense have been shifted, and it is now undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage.
"I mean, I thank you for your rescue, my compatriot..."
Tichondrius said something in a flattering voice, but the next moment, it heard Cassanatil's dissatisfied cold snort:
"You call me "compatriot"? Usurper, it seems that I need to teach you what humility means!"
"No! No, what I want to say is... Chief! I was wrong, Chief. I shouldn't have coveted your position as lord hundreds of years ago, but I have already paid the price, haven't I?"
Tichondrius felt very aggrieved in his heart, but he had to beg for mercy to Cassanatir. He whispered:
"I have seen it, and I understand my mistake. The big demons are all unreliable. That bastard Archimonde used me to block his gun. After I was killed, Kil'jaeden did not care.
...I was wrong, they are unreliable."
The words of Tichondrius are true and false. On the one hand, it does feel extremely dissatisfied because Archimonde used it to block the gun. On the other hand, it also has a kind of panic in its heart, because of all matters related to the undead natural disaster.
It was the mission entrusted to it by Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, but now, it failed in disgrace, even losing the legion's other great demon.
Although Archimonde's death in battle may make the Deceiver feel happy, on the surface, failure is failure, even if it did not die in the Dark Blade's attack on Archimonde, even if it escaped safely
After killing Argus, what awaits him will be the Legion's most terrifying punishment... The Dark Titan does not have much "warmth" for those incompetent subordinates.
"Well, it seems that death can indeed teach a rebellious idiot something."
Cassanatil nodded with satisfaction. It took a few steps back and sat on the stone throne in the dark area. It rubbed its chin with its sharp claws and looked at the soul stone containing Tichondris's soul.
The evil light in its eyes flickered, and Tichondrius did not dare to disturb the former lord's thinking. It stayed in the soul stone very submissively, waiting for Cassanatil's "judgment" on it.
But...since it has been brought back to Azeroth from the deepest part of the Twisting Nether, it proves that Kasana Tiel needs it. Tichondrius only needs to use his brain a little to think of this.
Let it see the future and see new hope.
"So, powerful, evil, and cunning Cassanatil, you brought me back from the Twisting Nether. What do you need me to do for you?"
Tichondrius "ate" the soul fragments that had seeped into the soul stone. Just like a thirsty traveler in the desert who finally drank water, he regained some energy and asked again:
"Do you want me to serve you? I'd be happy to..."
"No! I need you to return to the Deceiver, Tichondrius. I need you to continue to be the Deceiver's loyal henchman and continue to advise its dark ambitions."
Cassanatil laughed slyly:
"I and the other Nathrezim lords will not return to Argus. We will continue to stay in Azeroth to carry out our business. Once there is any trouble in Argus, I need you to tell us as soon as possible. Do you understand?
?”
This weird request made Tichondrius stunned for a moment, but it quickly responded. It nodded and said to Cassanatir in a sincere voice:
"Don't worry, I will do it well."
"Keep this to yourself."
Cassanatil waved his hand roughly, interrupting Tichondrius's act of loyalty:
"I will send you back to Northrend, where you will continue to recover. The Lich King will give you everything you need, but if you dare to betray us, Tichondrius, you will not want to know your end.
I can send Archimonde to hell, and I can easily send you there, do you understand?"
"certainly."
Tichondrius wanted to say something more, but a strange sleepiness came over him. It was probably because the soul was too weak. It stopped talking and slowly entered the dormancy of the soul.
The entire dark room became quiet. After a while, Tyrion strolled into the room. He picked up the soul stone on the table, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. Finally, he put it back on the table. He looked at
The great knight Turalyon, who was returning to his normal form little by little, asked:
"Did it detect anything unusual?"
"No, that idiot didn't realize that there was something "extra" in its soul. Maybe it was because it was too weak."
Turalyon moved his wrist and said to Tyrion:
"The soul healer's hands are very skillful. She "sewed" Antonidas's soul into Tichondrius's soul core almost perfectly. The two souls have already begun to merge. When Tichondrius's injury recovers,
By that time, Antonidas's clear consciousness will have almost completely penetrated it, and by that time, you will have the second "dark child" buried within the legion."
"He, like you, Turalyon, is a great forerunner and sacrifice. Maybe no one in this world will praise your achievements, but believe me, everything you have done for Azeroth will be remembered by the Dark Blade Legion.
of."
Tyrion whispered to the great knight hiding in the darkness:
"In the next period of time, you should be active in the Broken Islands. I have already told you the location of the Pillars of Creation, but if you can, I hope you will find it from the Shield of Aggramar first. As far as I know, Titan
Aggramar's soul has been captured by Sargeras, so the exposure of this Pillar of the World will not affect the safety of other Titan Souls, and it will also allow you to increase your presence in front of Sargeras."
"Isn't that the only reason?"
A hint of cunning flashed in the eyes of the great knight. He leaned on the stone seat and looked at Tyrion:
"I saw the struggle between the gods of death. You want to use us to dig a hole for the Queen of Hades. How cunning!"
"Whatever you say."
Tyrion did not refute this statement. He looked at the great knight in front of him and suddenly asked:
"It's hard, right?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
The great knight tilted his head and looked at Tyrion: "What's the trouble?"
"I mean, your soul is fused with the devil, you always have to find ways to suppress the evil thoughts surging in your heart, and occasionally you have to get your hands stained with blood. This kind of life must be very hard for you, right?"
The Dark Blade King whispered:
"The undead also have the pain of being affected by the indifferent world, but I think the pressure you have endured should be ten times more than mine. Can you still hold on? I don't want to cross half the world one day to kill those who have been completely destroyed.
The devil corrupted you."
This was not just a condolence, but also an awakening from Tyrion to the great knight. The great knight shook his head and said with a relaxed look:
"As long as your faith is firm, these are just tests of the Holy Light. However, before I saw the results, I did waver. Every midnight, the devil roared and wanted to rush out of my heart.
It polluted my soul and it was a very difficult period. I felt like I was walking on a tightrope and could fall into the abyss below at any time."
Turalyon crossed his fingers and turned the rosary on his wrist while saying:
"But after seeing the results, after I saw with my own eyes that the arrogant evil was buried in the trap set by you and me, after I realized that everything I have endured, everything I have abandoned, everything I have
Everything I persist in can bring more vitality to this world and my beloved world, and that wavering disappears. Every day, every day, I feel that I will become stronger."
"I can feel Cassanatir's struggle getting weaker and weaker. Soon, it will be completely integrated with me. No one can see the disguise of the soul anymore. Antonidas will also join this great world.
After a series of events, the net against new targets is about to be opened... Archimonde is just the first sacrifice, we need more... Those eyes full of malice in the stars, they will eventually do this
Feel the fear!"
As he spoke, the dark shadow of the Dread Lord appeared behind Turalyon, but with the beating of his fingers, the body of the Dread Lord, entwined with the power of shadow, was destroyed bit by bit in the slow burst of holy light.
The dots were dyed into real gold, and the ferocious Dread Lord actually had a holy feeling surrounded by the holy light. This scene made Tyrion's eyes couldn't help but pick...
"You madman! Turalyon!"
Tyrion shook his head. He looked at the body of the Dread Lord made of holy light with a surprised look. He said softly:
"You actually used your own will to forcefully change the life form of the Nasrezim Demon... What should I call you now? Holy Light Demon King?"
"Call it whatever you want."
High Knight Turalyon closed his eyes and whispered:
"These are all miracles given by the Holy Light. Holy Light is above. I have fought the good fight. I have finished the way I should go. I have kept the way I should keep. From now on, I will have the crown of righteousness.
Save it for me..."
"Using an evil body to do great things..."
This time, Tyrion did not disturb the great knight's prayer. He just quietly admired the scene in front of him in the darkness. The most just Holy Light, Turayan, unfolded the miracle in front of his eyes in the dark room.
This scene is enough to make people feel spiritually cleansed.
After a moment, Tyrion walked up to Turalyon, who was half-kneeling on the ground and praying sincerely. He put his left hand on his shoulder and whispered:
"Yes, everything you and I do is a just thing...Those empires that were subverted by foreign enemies can still make a comeback, but a world that collapses from within will be destroyed forever..."
