In the secret room of Stormwind City, the little ghost lying in the soul coffin covered his eyes and rolled around in the mist of black soul power. Beside her, Tyrion looked worriedly at the ghost being killed by the saint.
Yuna was burned by the light. Beside him, Dornan and Vanessa were also lying on the edge of the soul coffin, looking at the little ghost that was crying endlessly.
Tyrion's guess was correct. When she looked directly at Adal's holy light, the darkness in Yuna's eyes was dispelled.
But the problem is that it was obviously the calmest holy light emitted by Adal, but it caused Yuna's eyes to be severely burned. This shows that Yuna's eyes were indeed only obscured by darkness, and the light she needed was not
Holy light full of positive energy.
Another, another gentler light.
"Dad, is Yuna okay?"
Dornan grabbed Tyrion's wrist and looked at his father with a worried look. Tyrion touched his daughter's hair and shook his head:
"The Soul Gathering Coffin can heal all injuries caused by spirits. Yuna will recover soon, don't worry."
"But she looks like she's in pain."
Vanessa, who had grown into a big girl, bit her back molars and made a low hissing sound, which represented the pain that the little girl seemed to feel.
"The pain is deserved. Yuna's body is filled with the shadow power that has been assimilated by the Shadow Realm. The little bit of holy light that came out almost ignited her."
The voice of the soul healer Anara sounded behind everyone. The soul healer appeared in the darkness flapping her soft light gauze wings. She floated forward, looked at Yuna's injuries, and then turned to look at Tyrion.
:
"You are still the monarch who controls the undead...Don't you even have this common sense? A creature full of negative energy in its body should not be in contact with the power of extreme positive energy. You are not helping her, you are destroying her.
!”
Facing the soul healer's rebuke, Tyrion shook his head and whispered:
"I was negligent. I thought that with Yuna's special characteristics, she would not be affected by the Holy Light... In short, the good thing is that we have identified Yuna's problem. Now, we have to find the light that can "cure" her.
.”
"I will not allow you to take her away until she recovers."
Anara waved her fingers, shrouding Yuna's body with clusters of cyan light feathers. The soul healer's spell had a strong soothing effect on the spirit body, and soon Yuna fell asleep.
After the little ghost fell asleep completely, Tyrion looked back at the soul healer with a serious expression on his face:
"It was you who said that the Dementors were hunting her, and it was you who told me to hurry up... Why are you trying to stop me now?"
"Because you have more important things to do!"
The soul doctor adjusted the power of the soul in the soul gathering coffin and said without looking back:
"Ever since Agatha signed the contract with you, I have been paying attention to the Hell Abyss. Just one day ago, something happened in the abyss. Several Shadow Val'kyr left Stormfjord and disappeared into the North Sea. Regardless of
What they are going to do, Tyrion, proves that Hela is no longer willing to remain silent. It is very likely that she has snatched a part of the soul of the great demon, which has brought some of her plans to the edge of completion."
"She is looking for her last ally...and it is very likely to be used against you."
Anara's words made Tyrion's eyes become dangerous. He turned his head to look in the north direction and whispered:
"North Sea? Northrend... Hela is trying to win over the Lich King? Haha, our Hell Queen is really good at it, and these bad things seem to have come together."
"Fur..."
Tyrion breathed out, and when he opened his eyes again, his expression became dangerous:
"Very good, let's solve it once and for all."
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Northrend, the far north of Azeroth, is a continent close to the world's North Pole. It is shrouded in storms and snow all year round. It is cold, desolate and dangerous, and it also hides many ancient secrets.
The initial continental investigation of Northrend was completed by the mages of Dalaran hundreds of years ago. It was an arrogant era. The mages believed that human magic civilization had developed to a powerful period, and almost every year there were
New magical theories were proposed, and the mages at that time were confident and proud. They believed that they deserved a higher status.
The means to maintain the supreme status is very crude, that is, power, the power given by magic.
The mages at that time were also greedy. They conducted dangerous magic experiments, trying to recreate the magical miracle of the elves in Quel'Thalas - the Sunwell, and even summoned dangerous creatures from outside the territory to study the mysteries of life and stars.
, among these studies, there is a very important topic, that is, human mages control the source of magic in the entire Azeroth.
Forgive the ignorance of the mages. At that time, they obviously did not understand the secrets hidden behind this world.
In short, in the longing and pursuit of power, the mages embarked on the road to find the center of the world's magic. They built powerful wizard towers around the world to monitor the flow of the world's magic. In the end, they discovered the world's magic.
A place to gather.
It was in the far north of the world...in a mysterious overseas valley southeast of Northrend.
The mages impatiently took action, and a powerful team of mages embarked on a journey. They crossed the icy North Sea, which was insurmountable for mortals, and were blocked by the arrogant Vrykul. They struggled to cross the dragon-infested Dragon Bone Wilderness.
Under the watchful eyes of nomadic yaks and ice trolls, they set foot on the isolated island overseas. On the island filled with supreme magic, they launched a challenge to the King of Magic in Azeroth.
That was the dragon king of the ancient blue dragonflight, the supreme being who was given magical power by the Titans, the top being in Azeroth...the lonely and crazy king of magic, Malygos.
The old blue dragon hates this group of greedy mages, and it uses the most direct method to show the mages who is the master of magic in Azeroth.
It roughly cut off the connection between mages who thought they were powerful and the magic network, and threw those lingering and fearful humans into the place they dreamed of, the Demonic Nexus of Azeroth, but only as prisoners.
Since then, the grudges between blue dragons and Dalaran have existed... and continue to this day, but the challenges of those mages who never returned are not meaningless. Their travel notes have been passed back to human society.
, became the first impression of Northrend in human civilization.
And now, under the guidance of that ancient map, Arthas Menethil set foot on this frozen wasteland. He almost followed the path that the mages took back then, and walked through the snow and ice.
On the edge of the Dragon Bone Wilderness with gray bones, the human king looked at the vast snowy land in front of him. He couldn't help but wrap up his black fur tightly.
But under the coldest storm in Northrend, Arthas still felt the cold that seeped into his bones, not just because of the surrounding environment, but also because of his predictions about his future.
From the moment he embarked on the journey, he vaguely guessed that this would be an adventure he would never return to.
Alsace's golden hair was covered with frost. Behind him, the captain of the guard, Farric and Marvin, were trudging through the snow. Even though they were already powerful warriors, in this extremely harsh environment
In the natural environment, their strength was also greatly limited. Just now, on the first day they entered this snowfield, a group of ferocious wolverines caught the three of them off guard in the cold wind.
These savage cousins of the gnolls relied on their thick fur and ferocious character to be the most dangerous hunters in the cold wind and falling snow. It took Arthas and two loyal subordinates more than ten minutes to kill these hunting guys.
They died in their trap, and as a price, the three people lost two horses, and Maven still had two scratch wounds on her wrist and waist.
"Buzz"
The holy light in Alsace's hand shone on the subordinate's wound, and the bloody injury was slowly recovering. However, in the current situation, hypothermia was the enemy of the wounded.
"Your Majesty, leave me alone!"
The pale Maven said to Arthas:
"You are only one step away from your final destination. I can't hold you back. Just leave me here and let Farik accompany you to move on. I'll be fine!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Maven."
Arthas shook his head stubbornly:
"You are not just my guards in my heart. You have been protecting me since you were young. You are more like my relatives. I will not abandon you! And that voice is telling me that it is just ahead...
.Soon.”
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I'm back!"
Farric's low shout also sounded at this moment. In the howling wind, the tall warrior dragged some branches that had been cut down and simply tied with ropes.
"The dwarves of Khaz Modan often use this sled to transport goods. Don't worry, poor Mavion, we will reach our destination!"
Farric and Arthas joined hands and put the injured Maven on the sled. Arthas tied a few ropes to his black, majestic horse. He patted the horse's neck,
He turned back to his guards and said:
"Yes! We will reach our destination, and Wuwei will follow us there, right, Wuwei?"
"Hui Hui Hui"
The strong war horse answered its master with a series of neighs. In the increasingly huge and cold wind and snow, a war horse pulled the sled. Under the protection of two companions, the three people set off again.
Soon, their figures disappeared into the year-round snowstorms of Dragon Bone Wilderness, as if they were completely swallowed up by this vast snowfield.
Ten minutes later, in the windy and snowy sky, an undead flying dragon wearing black armor roared across the sky. The death knight riding behind the flying dragon scanned the snowfield below with cold eyes. In such falling snow, any
The traces left by living things will be quickly covered up, but for the undead, the smell of death is very familiar.
"Wow"
The death knight rode the flying dragon and fell into the wind and snow below. He stabbed the ground with the halberd in his hand. Soon, the body of a completely frozen wolverine was lifted out of the snow pit.
, the death knight leaned down and used his fingers to sense the concentration of death energy in the corpse. After a moment, he threw the corpse into the snow, and then reported through spiritual contact:
"The Cold Wind Commandos... come and gather at my location, I found them!"
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"So, what's your answer?"
The powerful Shadow Valkyrie, Vagrian Helder with black wings on his back, looked indifferently at the strange soul frozen in the ice in front of him. On the top of the black spire above the desolate ice floe, even if there was someone from Hades,
Protected by the power of the abyss, she could still feel that this strange soul in front of her was watching her.
With an arrogant look, looking at prey...
After a moment, the hoarse voice of the Lich King sounded in the hearts of these uninvited shadow Val'kyr, like a tired and lazy old man:
"You mean... the Queen of Hell's Abyss is very dissatisfied with Tyrion's unruly behavior, but she can't spare the time and energy to deal with him, so she wants to use me and my subordinates as cannon fodder.
Let us fight to the death with Tyrion's Dark Blade Army... Well, it really sounds like the queen's tone, arrogant and unreasonable."
"But the question is, why should I say yes?"
The Lich King's voice became playful, and a glimmer of light shone in the cold ice:
"Why?"
"You are not alone, Lich King."
Shadow Valkyrie Anhilde answered in a matter-of-fact tone:
"The Queen of Hades has sent her most powerful warriors, us, to help you and your legion. After our strength is added, your legion will become stronger in a short time! It is rude to target you.
As for the question, I would say... after you punish the foolish and arrogant Darkblade King Tyrion for the Queen, the Queen will graciously grant you what you desire most."
Anhilde, the leader of the Shadow Valkyries, rubbed her fingers on the war spear for a moment. While the Lich King waited silently, she revealed Hela's trump card.
"The merciful Queen will grant you the freedom you ask for...!"
"free?"
The Lich King's voice became deeper, and he let out a series of hoarse laughter. In this laughter, the snowflakes flying in the endless cold night sky around the black tower became more crazy, like
A supreme being vented his emotions, and finally, the Lich King replied in his trademark hollow voice:
"It's such a word that makes people miss and yearn for it...a vivid world, a vivid touch..."
"Freedom, what a beautiful thing... Since the "merciful" Queen Hela thinks she can give me the "freedom" that is out of reach, then what reason do I have to refuse?"
