The voice of the Lich King, the ruler of this great glacier and the commander of thousands of undead, is as low and sneaky as ever, just like it was in another world a few years ago. When this voice sounds, it is difficult for you not to think.
Think of things like conspiracy.
He is such a person, he has enough wisdom, high skill and strength, but he always lacks a little bit of judgment, and there is also a trace of greed and some selfishness in his bones.
He can be called a qualified leader, but he is not outstanding, let alone the best.
When faced with important decisions, he will always show hesitation, be disturbed by many external factors, and even make some decisions that he shouldn't make, thus ruining his future, just like in the world of Draenor.
However, everyone will grow, especially after experiencing such a terrible and heavy disaster, he should also learn something, and he should also be changed... Of course, this has a prerequisite.
"You don't seem surprised that I came here?"
Tyrion stood calmly on the circular platform in front of the Ice Throne. He looked at the ghost frozen in the ice on the throne. He had no form, but in the high lord's keen senses, he could feel the ghost.
The existence was very much like the appearance when they parted. The ghost of the old orc was imprisoned in the ice and was staring at him with those tired eyes.
"Or is your purpose of luring Arthas here just to lure me here?"
The high lord's black cloak was flapping behind him, and he asked:
"It seems that you have something to say to me, or that you have already planned the ending for me?"
"No!"
The Lich King's voice sounded, and he answered categorically in the negative:
"It's not me. There are other beings who want you to come here. They brought an order from another powerful being, but it's not for me, but for you."
"Unfortunately, according to the request of the big man, your cursed life...will end today."
"Shua"
After the Lich King finished speaking, the cold magic power contained in the Ice Crown Fortress exploded, forcibly sealing off the entire space around the open-air platform, like a closed arc-shaped cage, letting in the light of the dark sky beyond the wind and snow.
There has been distortion, which is a manifestation of energy permeating the space. In this level of energy conflict, the space door in the conventional sense cannot be opened.
This is the icy magic power absorbed by the entire Icecrown Fortress from beneath the great glacier. Unless Tyrion's power is strong enough to shatter the entire ten thousand-year-old glacier with one blow, he will not be able to leave here using abilities similar to teleportation.
In other words, he was trapped.
At the moment Tyrion was trapped, eight shadow Valkyries headed by Anhelder appeared from all directions on the circular platform. These Valkyries serving Hela wore black ghost armor and held
Holding the Death Burial Spear, behind the bodies of their souls were pairs of black wings of light spread out, which looked extremely heavy. What emitted from their bodies was an indescribable chill.
That is the breath from the abyss of Hades, in other words, it is the breath from hell.
"Buzz"
As the most trusted and powerful leader of the Shadow Valkyries in Hela, Anhild, the Val'kyr with a single ponytail behind his helmet, pointed his Death Burial Spear at Tyrion, who stood in the center of the ring platform.
, she announced in a cold and dead voice:
"Tyrion. Dawnblade, an ignorant and reckless man, a fanatic who despises death! You have boldly undermined the plans of the Hades Goddess several times, and you have also colluded with the despicable heretic Bwonsamdi to try to overthrow His Majesty Hela's rule.
, your crime is extremely heinous, today... in the name of the goddess, I will sentence you... to death!"
"Your soul will be thrown into the brazier of sin and burned for ten thousand years! And your dead bones will serve Queen Hela as a sinner until your sins are paid off!"
"Now, sinner! Kneel down...and ask for forgiveness from Queen Hela!"
This series of charges failed to change Tyrion's expression even a little bit. He just stood there and listened quietly to the charges announced by the Val'kyr. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and spoke with his ice blue
His eyes looked directly at Anhelder. He looked at the Valkyrie who was close in size to Agatha, but stronger and more powerful. He said softly:
"What if I say no?"
Anhelder took a step forward expressionlessly:
"I will persuade you with weapons and pain until you... change your mind."
"hehe"
Tyrion stretched out his left hand, and a black flame burned in his palm. Against the backdrop of the strange flame, Tyrion's skinny cheek reflected a slightly ferocious smile:
"I mean...what if the other self in my body says no?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about! Sinner, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore! Sisters, follow me and escort this sinner's soul back to the abyss of hell!"
Anhelder waved his fingers forward, and the remaining 13 Valkyrie held weapons and rushed towards Tyrion, who was standing in the center of the platform. The latter shrugged, and the black flame in his left hand suddenly expanded, and in less than 10 seconds, the black flames in his left hand expanded.
Within a second, a long sword wrapped with blazing black fire appeared in his hand. Tyrion took a step forward, his hoarse voice echoing in the distorted dark space.
"Okay, okay...you earned this for yourself...enjoy it."
"Bang"
Anhild, who was the fastest, had just waved the Death Burial Spear when she felt the whistling blade coming towards her face. As the light feathers all over her body shone, a dark storm hit the sharp blade in front of her.
Feeling the faint threat, her charging pace slowed down a bit, and the next moment, the pale light was torn apart by black fire.
Like the scorching sun mixed with black and white rising in front of her eyes, the energy storm burst out between the collision of huge and cold soul energy, which made the Shadow Valkyrie subconsciously close her eyes. She retreated quickly, but amidst the roaring wind, An
Held heard the screams of his companions... like a little beast that had fallen into a trap and was dying.
Relying on her powerful fighting instinct, the Valkyrie moved the several soul spikes that hit her to both sides while waving the war spear in her hand. Judging from the trembling intensity coming from the war spear, these spikes have a powerful effect on the spirit body.
Nearly devastating destructive power.
This sudden riot of soul power also swept away the heavy snow on the platform. It used an explosive counterattack to wrap the Valkyries in a sheet of black that rolled and burned like a liquid.
In the sea of fire, it was the illusion of soul power compressed to the extreme, a power that should not appear in the hands of flesh and blood creatures.
In Anhelder's heart, this level of power would only appear in the hands of Queen Hela who controls the entire Hell Abyss or the abominable heretic Bwonsamdi. Only their tough and unique souls can withstand such a power.
The oppression of soul power.
The Valkyrie felt the tide of black fire rolling towards her. She squealed and stabbed the spear in her hand fiercely between the ice blocks. The pale power spread out in front of her eyes, like a thick...
The light shield blocked the endless black sea of fire from the light shield, and the Lich King also exerted his power in silence, helping Anhilde to make the light shield more solid.
Only then did the Shadow Valkyrie have time to look up at the battlefield in the center of the platform. This sight made her heart sink to the bottom of her heart.
Tyrion, who had lifted his black hood, was stepping on the waist of a Valkyrie who was severely burned by black fire. Between the black fire floating around him, two Valkyries had fallen on the cold platform.
Their chests and waists all had horrific wounds that had been torn and pierced, and the Val'kyr were incorporeal. They were completely spiritual beings. The appearance of such wounds could only prove that their souls
Really hurt.
In Tyrion's hand, he is holding a strange alien-shaped long sword. The weapon is different from all orthodox long swords. It is like the spine of some kind of creature has been forcibly pulled out and then copied.
It was divided into two parts, and then twisted and entangled together with strange force. At the top of the white bone sword blade, there were two curved and sharp bone spurs spread apart.
The two sides of the spine-like white bone blade are covered with sharp bone thorns. Even the hilt of the long sword is made of ghastly white bones, and on the hilt, there is a shrunken demon.
The head is like a skull that has been completely stripped of flesh and blood. In the black eye sockets, there is a black-red light that is similar to blood shining.
This is not like a weapon at all, but rather like a weird thing specially designed to scare people. But in Tyrion's hands, it is indeed a powerful weapon. As Tyrion flips his wrist, the blade
The large sharp bone spurs at the front seemed to have a life of their own, slowly closing in between the buzzing and whistling, and between the two bone spurs, a light blade composed entirely of soul energy was slowly being generated.
Sharp, deadly, and sinister.
He looked at the Valkyrie who was trampled under his feet. The poor lady had half of her body scorched by the black fire that represented the power of the soul. Such violent soul fire can be called a real killer for a pure spirit body. Terry
Ang looked at the struggling young lady. He reached out and pulled off the black winged helmet from her face and threw it aside. He gently stroked the Valkyrie's smooth cheek with his fingers. Under the fearful gaze of the Valkyrie,
, Tyrion said softly:
"Child... Hela's slavery to you is over... From today on, your name, your soul, everything about you... belongs to me."
"Don't be afraid, this will hurt a little!"
"puff"
The terrifying long sword like bone spurs pierced the struggling Valkyrie's heart from top to bottom. There was no blood in the spirit body, but in Anhelder's eyes, she could clearly see that the soul power in her compatriots was being destroyed.
The strange bone sword wrapped in black flames was quickly absorbed.
It's like a greedy monster devouring poor prey.
"monster!"
Anhilde has not been so angry for tens of thousands of years. Of course, she has not been so scared for tens of thousands of years. She and the remaining Valkyries clenched the weapons in their hands. Just one attack caused them to lose
It seems that Hela made a serious mistake in assessing Tyrion's strength, or... In the short period of time since the last meeting, Tyrion's strength has been horribly improved.
of improvement.
Of course, the Val'kyr would rather believe that all these changes are due to the strange bone sword in Tyrion's hand.
"To be honest, I'm reluctant to use it."
The high lord threw the weak and seriously injured Val'kyr in front of him at his feet. He shook the bone sword in his hand and looked at the dark red light blade shining endlessly between the bone spurs at the front of the bone sword. On the light blade, there were several more
The undead runes were trembling endlessly. Under the control of Tyrion's will, the undead runes on the light blade were constantly changing. On this reborn long sword, the combination of runes with different effects was rapidly changing.
He held this strange, ugly bone sword upright in front of his eyes. Through the sharp blade, he looked at the Val'kyr who were holding their weapons vigilantly under the Ice Throne. He said softly:
"This sword is very naughty. It is unruly and a complete bastard. Even after it recognizes me as its master, it will greedily intercept every soul that is pierced. This is its nature."
"But no matter what, this ugly thing is still very useful for dealing with you spirit bodies without bodies... and you are just the beginning, ladies and gentlemen..."
Tyrion pointed the edge of the bone sword at the Valkyrs in front of him and said in a harsh voice:
"One day, Hela will also see it with her own eyes. I hope...that ugly crazy woman will not be frightened."
"Crazy guy!"
Anhelder screamed, she looked back at the ice on the Ice Throne, and shouted loudly:
"Lich King, don't forget Queen Hela's gift... We need your power! Now!"
"boom"
The huge death energy and dark magic exploded at the same time, slamming into Tyrion and the Blade of Dawn in front of them with an overwhelming force, and the Val'kyr also followed the Lich King's burst of power.
Rush towards Lord Darkblade.
And just when the power exploded, Tyrion suddenly lowered the bone sword in his hand. He had no defense at all, but asked loudly:
"So, Ner'zhul! Tell me, what did Hela give you?"
"Freedom! That arrogant queen gave me freedom...she thought I would be her watchdog!"
The moment the Lich King's voice responded, the huge death energy and dark magic that hit Tyrion suddenly rolled back, converging on the platform in front of Tyrion into an energy storm that roared like a maelstrom.
Gathering all the five Val'kyr who were caught off guard, this sudden blow made those Val'kyr dizzy.
Tyrion moved his shoulders, and black flames surged from his palms and wrapped around the sword in his hand. He looked at the endlessly turning Val'kyr in the sky, and he said softly:
"Look, our Hela is really cute and silly. She thinks she is kind and gives you freedom..."
