Tyrion has said to his subordinates more than once that the prerequisite for cooperation is sacrifice. Only sacrifice can bring mutual trust and cooperation between the two parties. This sacrifice can be material, giving each other precious exchanges; it
It can also be on a spiritual level, compromising one's own views to achieve a state where both parties seek common ground while reserving differences.
But one thing is very important. When seeking cooperation, you must ensure that what you give is what the other party needs...otherwise it will evolve into the dilemma at this time.
The Lich King mobilized his huge soul power and the cold magic power in the entire black spire to trap the dizzy Val'kyr who were hit by the heavy energy in the energy storm, and the Dark Blade Lord suddenly stood up
, flashing into the energy storm in front of you like lightning.
He was so calm that he stabbed the long sword wrapped with black fire into the chests of one Val'kyr after another, just like the God of Death harvesting souls while strolling through the new courtyard.
His cooperation with the Lich King was flawless. The Val'kyr never expected that the Lich King, who had helped them just now, would sell them out in the blink of an eye. Who could betray such cooperation?
Unexpectedly, they could not imagine why the Lich King would choose to cooperate with Tyrion, and they would not know the "stories" that had happened between the two people.
The Shadow Valkyrie Anhilde, the only one who could escape this double blow, screamed and wanted to save her companions, but under Tyrion's deep laughter, her companions "died" faster than she imagined.
Being able to become the leader of the Val'kyr proved that Anhelder had her own determination. Seeing that everything was about to collapse, the Valkyrie gritted her teeth and forcibly tore open the barrier between the two worlds.
However, the moment she jumped into the Shadow Realm, Agatha, who had been ambushing her for a long time, gave a sharp shout, flew up, and kicked her in the chest. The unprepared Anhelder was kicked back to the real world again, and landed again.
She was caught in the energy storm and her body was beyond control. When she felt the cold breath approaching quickly, she wanted to turn around, but it was already too late.
"puff"
The sharp blade pierced Anhild's chest from behind, and the last enemy was captured, allowing the Lich King to calm down the energy storm in the air.
Anhelder was held in Tyrion's arms in a very ambiguous posture, and slowly landed on the circular platform. At the moment when her soul's vision began to blur, she heard Tyrion and the Lich.
Wang’s communication:
"Ner'zhul, happy cooperation..."
"It was a pleasure working with you... Tyrion... my old friend."
"clang"
Anhelder's Death Burial Spear fell weakly on the ice. She raised her head with difficulty and saw her companions. In her blurred vision, the black wings behind those companions had changed again.
The pale color symbolizes freedom, and one by one, they half-knelt behind Tyrion, as if they were kneeling to worship their... new leader.
"Ah, Hela...I...I'm finally...going to be free."
"Curse you!"
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This is not the first time Tyrion has shattered the connection between the Shadow Val'kyr and Hell's Abyss.
This work requires very delicate techniques at first, and any movement at the soul level needs to be very delicate. Once the soul core of the Val'kyr is destroyed, the spirit bodies of these Valkyries will become very unstable.
After all, they were made by the original Titan Guardians. The nature of these spirits cannot be explained by today's magical civilization. In other words, each Val'kyr is a fine toy, and it will be difficult to repair it if it is broken.
Unless Tyrion can obtain the mysterious knowledge hidden by the guardian Odin in the sky fortress of Valagar.
But no matter how complicated the job was, it was easy to master every time. In less than ten minutes, the soul locks of the seven Val'kyr except Anhelder were shattered, and according to Agatha, Anhelder
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, he was the most trusted lieutenant of Hela, the eldest sister of the sea witch. Therefore, the soul lock in the soul of this powerful leader of the Shadow Valkyries requires Tyrion to spend more time to unlock it.
"Go and take your compatriots back to Stormwind City first..."
Tyrion looked at Agatha, who was holding the sleeping Anhild like a princess, and he said to his Val'kyr:
"Let Anala treat her, and the rest will wait until I get back."
"Thank you for everything you do for my fellow citizens..."
Agatha expressed his heartfelt thanks to Tyrion. Although Tyrion no longer needs to use soul contracts to unlock the soul locks of the Val'kyr, it is still a heavy burden for the great lord.
.
Tyrion patted her shoulder, then carried the wooden box wrapped in chains and watched the Val'kyr walk into the Shadow Realm.
Behind him, the Lich King, who was sealed in the ice, whispered:
"It's amazing. Look at these Val'kyr, pure soul creatures... just like me, but they have something I don't have, freedom... What an enviable form."
"哐"
The wooden box in Tyrion's hand was placed on the ice. He looked at the Lich King's ice and said:
"But what do you want it for? Freedom... Freedom is nothing but an illusion that hinders our steps!"
"Bang"
The wooden box in Tyrion's hand suddenly shattered, and dark blue Frostmourne floated in the air in front of the two of them. Tyrion looked at the sword and said in a deep voice:
"Arthas, you want him to get this sword, you want him to be your carrier, so that you can regain your "freedom"... Ner'zhul, tell me, that orc who was willing to go to hell was completely depraved.
Are you satisfied? Just killing an Archimonde makes you feel satisfied?"
Facing Tyrion's question, the Lich King remained silent. After a few seconds, the ghost frozen in the ice let out a low sigh.
"No, I'm not satisfied..."
"Look at me now, Tyrion. I have become a bodyless ghost, living in this piece of ice that imprisons and protects me. My will can span every corner of the world, but what's the point?
Woolen cloth?"
"My existence has been wiped out from all levels. There is no longer an orc named Ner'zhul, there is no longer a shaman willing to sacrifice everything for the recovery of the race, no more... What is the use of my freedom?
?Tyrion, I chose Arthas just because he is very suitable to hold Frostmourne, nothing more, Frostmourne needs a sword holder!"
"And I have never forgotten our agreement. I am very satisfied with Archimonde's death. I am extremely looking forward to the end of the Deceiver... and I also know that you will not let me down."
The Lich King's voice deepened, and Lord Darkblade closed his eyes slightly. After a moment, he nodded.
"Yes, this is why I am here, my friend. But Arthas, and those young people, I do not allow you to find sword-wielders among them. In my plan, they occupy a very important position.
location."
“That’s too much to ask for!”
The Lich King's voice became a little more irritable, but he soon calmed down. Between the ice blocks, the ghost was observing Tyrion from his own perspective, and he said:
"But, it's not non-negotiable...tell us about your plan, about the fraudster's trap."
A glimmer of light flashed in Tyrion's narrowed eyes. He rubbed his chin and said softly:
"Have you seen Tichondrius? The fear demon lord who was sent back to this place for training."
"Of course, I'm still curious, why is that idiot not dead yet?"
Ner'zhul said with a hint of utter hatred:
"It only had half a life left when it was sent back. I don't believe it can escape the light you used to kill Archimonde, so there is only one explanation. Someone is secretly helping it.
, and... And I also found something a little strange. In the soul of the Dread Lord, I felt a bit of disharmony, as if... as if there was a parasite in its soul."
"Huh? What did you say?"
Tyrion's expression changed, and then he heard the Lich King's hesitant reply:
"Oh, maybe that's just my hallucination. I could still feel it when it was first sent back, but in the next few days, the incongruity slowly disappeared. When it returns to the stars, its
The soul seemed to have completely recovered and returned to its disgusting posture."
"That's good."
Hearing what the Lich King said, Tyrion was relieved. The soul strength of the ghost in front of him was almost the most powerful one in Azeroth. In addition, Ner'zhul's soul passed through the hands of the Deceiver.
Transformation, if Ner'zhul cannot see the changes in Tichondrius's soul, it means that something implanted in the soul of the Dread Lord will not be discovered so easily.
"What I want to say is the Dread Demon Lords. They are the bastards of the Deceiver. I used some "special" methods to send some important information to the Dread Demon Lords. They are now searching the world for some information about the Dark Titan.
It's very important stuff, and once they find it, the fraudsters won't just sit back and do nothing."
Tyrion described his plan to the Lich King in a low tone:
"He will personally come to Azeroth to supervise the Dread Lords' search for holy objects. Those things are very important, so he will not leave them to others. Once he enters this world... under the threat of the Dark Blade
, he will definitely rely on you, don’t forget, with our joint efforts, the current Scourge Legion is still "loyal" to the Burning Legion..."
"You will personally lead him into the trap I prepared for him, Ner'zhul, such revenge, such joy of stabbing the deceiver in the back, and watching him fall into the endless abyss with your own eyes...
.I promise you, Ner'zhul, my friend, I promise you, you can personally complete the revenge you desire, you can see the fraudster kneeling down and begging for mercy, and I know that you will cruelly reject him!
"
Tyrion's voice was full of ferocity and cunning, like a real villain. He walked to the front of the Frozen Throne, stretched out his hand, and placed it on the bone-cold ice. He looked at the void in the ice.
Armor of a thing, he whispered:
"Now, the only thing I'm not sure about is...are you the kind of Avenger I need? Ner'zhul, are you?"
Silence...a long silence.
A few minutes later, a long sigh sounded from the open-air throne, and Ner'zhul's voice echoed in the bone-chilling wind:
"Ah, I really want to pierce Frostmourne into the heart of the Deceiver with my own hands... That is my lifelong wish, but it is a pity... It is a pity that I can no longer do it."
"Tyrion, my friend, will all this you say really come true?"
"certainly!"
The great lord clasped his fingers together and tapped them on the cold ice a few times. He said in a deep voice:
"I promise! You can see with your eyes, my friend, have I ever let you down?"
"I need you now to bury all the hatred, everything in the past, the humiliation, the pain, everything that was taken away from you by fraudsters. I need you to bury them in the deepest place in your heart.
I want you to wait patiently, I want you to be the most loyal servant of the fraudsters, until that day, I will give you the chance to release them all!"
"You just need to remember that our goals are the same. Although the paths we take are not accessible, they are just different paths to the same destination. There are many heroes walking on the same path as you. Cowardly mortals cannot understand our sacrifices, but this
It doesn't matter, we will know for ourselves that my career, all these, and those sacrifices are worth it."
"Wait, do you understand?"
Tyrion stood up and shook off the restless Apocalypse in his hand. After this sword broke through the shackles of itself with the help of Archimonde's soul, it eagerly hoped to see its "brother" again, and now,
Before Frostmourne was suspended on the Ice Throne, Apocalypse had been buzzing restlessly, as if in protest against Frostmourne.
But Frostmourne was very silent. It just hung in the cold air, spinning slowly without saying a word...
Well, the sword itself can't speak...it's not as noisy as Apocalypse.
"I'm leaving, Ner'zhul, old friend. Maybe we won't see each other again for a long time."
Tyrion turned around, and as the black fire danced, the strange bone sword Apocalypse disappeared from his hand. He said without looking back:
"Help me keep an eye on the situation at Storm Cliff, and tell me any news as soon as possible...I look forward to our next meeting..."
"Bye now..."
Tyrion's figure disappeared on the large platform on the top of the black spire. In the air behind him, the dark and cold wind and snow slowly drifted down from the dark sky again, seeming to cover the large platform in endless accumulation.
In the snow.
Frostmourne slowly floated in front of the throne, and the Lich King's invisible soul was like a hand, brushing against the cold blade.
"Should we trust him? Frostmourne?"
"I know... you want to have a sword holder, and you are not willing to be compared with your "brother". I know... don't worry... don't worry, I will find a good master for you...
