The little ghost Yuna sat on the table opposite Tyrion like a naughty little monkey. Her cheeks were bulging, holding a fork in her left hand and a spoon in her right hand. They were placed on the table in front of her.
There is a pot of mushroom and fish soup, which is a "delicious food" specially prepared by Tyrion's personal chef Mr. Lar for the ghost lady, specially for the undead who have lost their sense of taste.
This child looks a little rude when he is eating so much, but overall, he is very cute.
In addition, although Yuna is only small in stature, this little girl is more than ten times older than Tyrion. You cannot judge the age of a spirit body by its appearance, because when they die,
The appearance is already fixed.
There is no doubt that there is a secret in the little blind girl ghost Yuna. Tyrion believes that this ignorant little girl in front of him will be his "guide" into the world of death. That Azeroth is mysterious
The ownership of the third hell is probably inseparable from the child in front of me.
To put it simply, this is a precious "key", although Yuna herself may not know this.
"My good friend Tyrion, you know what? I haven't had such a delicious soup for a long time."
Under Tyrion's gaze, Yuna put the last piece of brightly colored mushroom into her mouth, then wiped her mouth, grabbed her hair, and muttered:
"Probably after mom and dad left, I haven't had anything to drink. How long has it been? A thousand sunrises and sunsets...two thousand, no, no, no, it's been so long, I can't even count them!
"
Yuna held her fingers and calculated for a few seconds, then showed a big smile towards Tyrion, but because her eyes were always dull, the smile looked a little weird.
"So you've always been lonely, right? My little friend Yuna, can you tell me where you are from?"
Tyrion asked softly in a tone of voice speaking to a child:
"Friends need to understand each other. You see, my name is Tyrion. Blade of Dawn. I am from Quel'Thalas. I am 315 years old. I am an elf. What about you?"
"Elf? What is an elf? There are no elves in Argus, but we have elf dragons. They are small and very cute!"
The little ghost grabbed his hair and babbled a lot, making Tyrion not sure how to answer, but soon, Yuna said to herself:
"My name is Yuna. I'm an Eredar. This year...well, I can't quite tell. In short, I live with my mom and dad to the northwest of the Archon's Seat in Mac'Aree. I'm leaping
When I go to school in Shadow Garden, the teacher said that I will definitely become a very powerful mage in the future! Or a priest! Yuna is amazing!"
As she spoke, the chirping little ghost stood on the chair and waved her fingers. In the spirit state, with the waving of her fingers, clusters of blue light spots unique to ghosts were sprinkled in the air, which looked really beautiful.
"Argus, little Yuna, do you mean that in your memory, Argus has not been destroyed by the devil?"
Tyrion's eyes narrowed. If what Yuna said is true, it means that the inconspicuous little ghost in front of him was probably before the world of Argus was destroyed by the evil energy of the Dark Titan Sargeras.
Died.
That's... 25,000 years ago.
"No~"
The little ghost spread his hands and said to Tyrion:
"The day Mom and Dad left, Yuna was playing with Noor at home. Dad asked Yuna to hide in the room and not come out. He and Mom were going to fight scary monsters, but Yuna waited for a long time, and Mom and Dad didn't come back.
, and then Yuna was very tired, so she fell asleep holding Noor... When Yuna woke up..."
Yuna lowered her head sadly and touched her eyes:
"When Yuna woke up, she couldn't see, couldn't see the light, there was only darkness in front of her eyes, and there were a lot of screams. They, her parents' friends, Yuna's uncles and aunts, they seemed to be very scared.
...It seems like some very scary monsters are chasing them."
Having said this, Yuna waved her hands and screamed excitedly:
"Yuna wanted to help them, but they couldn't hear what Yuna said. Yuna tried her best to shout at them, but they couldn't hear her... Then, Argus became very quiet, Yuna thought
Go to the Shadow Garden to find the teacher, the teacher will always protect us, but Yuna encountered an ugly monster!"
The little ghost scratched his face, as if he wanted to imitate the ferocity of the monster, but a child making such an action was like making a face.
"Yuna was eaten...but it didn't hurt at all. Then Yuna had a long dream. When Yuna woke up again..."
The little ghost shook her head, and she "looked" at Tyrion:
"Yuna just heard the voice of her good friend Tyrion! You are the only one who can hear Yuna's words in such a long time."
She happily jumped off the chair, staggering when she landed, but quickly got up, ran to Tyrion's hand, and took the big lord's hand. She was like a docile kitten, leaning against Tyrion's hand:
"It's still so dark! Yuna can't see anything, but at least we're together now, Yuna and her good friend Tyrion. We're just temporarily lost, right? We just... don't know where we are for the moment.
Which, right? Tyrion?"
There is a trace of fear in Yuna's childish voice, which cannot be concealed. Even though she has lived in ghost form for tens of thousands of years, her mind is still that of a child. After experiencing the infection of the realm of death, in that bizarre world
After the terrifying experience of being captured by the dementors, it was difficult for her not to feel fear.
And Yuna's question still penetrates deeply into Tyrion's mind. The little ghost has lost his way home, and Tyrion is the one lost between the dead and the living. Although he has been there all the time.
He appeared full of confidence in front of his subordinates, but in his heart, he was still unsure of where his future lay.
Yuna was right, he was lost too.
The big lord stretched out his hand and wiped it on the top of Yuna's head. The little ghost raised her head and blinked her "godless" eyes. She seemed to feel her friend's emotions, and she whispered:
"Are you sad too? Tyrion, did Yuna say something wrong?"
"No, kid."
The great lord laughed dumbly. He was not fragile enough to need the comfort of a child. He patted little Yuna's head, helped her straighten her hair, and then said:
"Everything will be fine, whether it's you or me... By the way, can you tell me how you entered the Shadow Realm?"
"The Shadow Realm? What is that place?"
Yuna asked with a confused look:
"Yuna doesn't know about the Shadow Realm, but when Tyrion killed the monster, Yuna did go to another place. That place was very strange, with light and sound... That sound has always been in Yuna's ears.
It was talking, but Yuna didn’t know what it was saying, and there were some ugly monsters chasing Yuna, so Yuna wanted to ask her friends for help, and then she came to you!”
"sound?"
Tyrion narrowed his eyes. He picked up Yuna and held her in his arms. He asked softly:
"What is that voice telling you? Can you tell me?"
"Of course! Tyrion is Yuna's good friend!"
The little ghost held onto the big lord's arm with nostalgia, and she said word by word:
"That voice told me..."
"If you don't wear the crown, you will definitely not be able to defeat the darkness. This is the rule..."
"Wow"
When he heard these words, the death energy around Tyrion exploded at this moment, just like a wild beast making an instinctive counterattack after encountering a severe threat.
Those words were spoken by Yuna, but in Tyrion's ears, the lively voice of the little ghost suddenly changed into an emotionless and indifferent voice at that moment. The tone made Tyrion's whole body tremble.
The illusion of a black sun even appeared in his vision, which was like a pure black eye. The moment he looked directly at it, the great lord's whole body became stiff.
"Tyrion? Tyrion? What's wrong with you?"
Yuna's voice seemed to ring out from the horizon, and that voice quickly brought Tyrion's consciousness back to the real world. He looked at the little ghost in his arms with some confusion. The next moment, Tyrion's fingers clenched.
He can now be 100% sure that this sentence was brought to him by the consciousness of the Realm of Death through Yuna's mouth...
This child is indeed a "guide", but it is not just a guide that leads Tyrion to the Realm of Death, but also a "guide" that uses the consciousness of the Realm of Death to locate himself.
Just now, the world "saw" him again, and once again sent an "invitation" to him.
"crown?"
Tyrion tasted the word and said doubtfully:
"What is the crown?"
"Yuna doesn't know either."
When the little ghost saw that Tyrion was safe and sound, she immediately became happy again, but after a while, she leaned into Tyrion's arms and said a little dejectedly:
"Well, it would be great if Yuna could see clearly. It's always dark here... If Yuna could see, she could go find the "Crown" by herself."
Hearing these words, Tyrion's eyes suddenly narrowed. The little ghost's unintentional words made him realize that... he might have some clues in the face of the puzzles left by this realm of death.
The appearance of this little ghost is definitely not accidental. Just because she can freely enter and exit the world of death means that Yuna must be carrying some kind of "mission". This mission is likely to solve the mystery of the world of death.
important factors.
"Let's go, little girl."
After a few minutes of thinking, Tyrion stood up and put the little girl in his arms on the ground. He took Yuna's hand and whispered:
"There is nothing wrong with your eyes. You can't see the picture in front of you. It's just the darkness that covers your eyes. So now... let us help you find a ray of light to illuminate the darkness."
"Of course, there is one more thing before we leave."
Tyrion moved his shoulders and said in a deep voice:
"Agatha!"
"exist!"
Val'kyr, wearing a Valkyrie helmet, slowly emerged from the darkness behind Tyrion. She placed the radiant war spear in her hand on the ground, then lowered her head, waiting for Tyrion's order.
"You go to Northrend. You will temporarily command the Cold Wind Commando. They will search for traces of Arthas Menethil throughout the northern continent. Once you find him, report him immediately. I will rush as quickly as possible.
past."
"As commanded."
Val'kyr glanced at the little ghost Yuna who was staying next to Tyrion with his half-visored eyes. The latter felt the stranger's aura and couldn't help but grab Tyrion's wrist and hide his body.
Behind Tyrion.
"Don't be afraid, kid."
Tyrion touched Yuna's hair and whispered:
"This is a friend."
"oh."
Only then did Yuna poke her head out and waved to Agatha:
"Hi, I'm Yuna, I'm Tyrion's friend."
Val'kyr nodded, showed a stiff smile to Yuna, then took a step back and slowly disappeared into the darkness. The high lord picked up Yuna, put it on his shoulders, and then walked out of the mansion.
.
"Come on, little girl, I will take you to meet my daughters. You will become good friends, I promise."
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Draenor world, Shattrath City.
This is the only city in this small world that is still controlled by living people. Today, as the Dark Blade's rule over Draenor becomes more and more stable, those exiles who cannot tolerate the system established by the undead all exist in this increasingly unstable city.
In the larger and larger city, under the protection of the Holy Light Naruadal, he lived his own life.
But where there are more people, various ideological trends and conflicts become more acute. In Shattrath City today, the total number of exiles of all races has exceeded 1.2 million. In the city controlled by the Draenei,
The situation in the main city is better, but in the slums where exiles gather, almost every block is ruled by sects with different ideas.
Some people are addicted to the fragile peace, some people are just willing to live their own lives, and some people are not willing to let the world be taken away by the undead. They are brewing counterattacks again and again, but unfortunately,
Every time those stragglers who lack cohesion and effective command rush out for a "holy war", they only provide new soldiers for the Dark Blade Legion.
The Darkblade's "captivity" program in the world of Draenor has been a real success.
"Yuna, don't be afraid, come with me!"
Dornan was wearing a small hunting suit and running quickly in Naru Square. Behind her, the little ghost who appeared in front of others for the first time seemed a little scared, but she still used floating methods to look for sounds.
, followed closely behind his new friend.
Further away, Tyrion, who was wearing casual clothes, pulled down his cowboy hat. He did not come to Shattrath City in an official capacity, and he did not want to cause tension among the officials here.
"This is the brightest beam of light in Draenor! It's what dad asked us to find..."
Dornan stood panting in front of the light pillar of the Holy Light Naru Adal. She pointed at the jigsaw puzzle Naru suspended in mid-air that emitted holy light and sound, and shouted loudly:
"Adal can dispel all darkness, and it sings beautifully. Come on, Yuna, stand next to me!"
At Dornan's urging, the little ghost Yuna quietly appeared behind her. She "gazed" the Holy Light Naru in the air in front of her with her soulless eyes. While Yuna looked at Adal,
The Holy Light Naru, whose mind was immersed in another dimension, seemed to feel this gaze. Its jigsaw puzzle body moved slowly. In the light singing, it also turned its attention to the little ghost next to Dornan.
And at the moment when their eyes came into contact, Yuna suddenly covered her eyes and let out a cry of pain:
"What is that! Yuna saw the light in the darkness...but it's so bright! It's so dazzling! Yeah, yeah, yeah! It's too bright, too bright! Ahhh!"
The reaction of the little ghost was beyond the expectations of everyone present. Dornan nervously wanted to catch Yuna who was running around, and Tyrion also nervously took a few steps forward. The Holy Light Naru seemed to be aware of it.
Something like that, a warm holy light tried to cover the running little ghost.
But the next moment, Yuna waved her hands and threw herself back into the shadow world. As if she appeared out of thin air, she disappeared again out of thin air.
"Uh...isn't it the Holy Light?"
Tyrion looked at this scene. He shook his head, waved to the worried Dornan, and was about to leave with his daughter. Behind him, the Holy Light Naaru made a series of light sounds, and a
A gentle voice sounded in Tyrion's heart:
"Lord Dark Blade, that little girl... I felt a unique aura on her body, that dangerous and cold aura, what are you... planning?"
Tyrion did not look back, but waved back:
"This has nothing to do with you, Adal...don't ask any more questions."
