Shadow Valkyr Agatha came over carrying a large bag of bottles and jars and placed them in front of Tyrion. This action made the high lord a little confused. He looked back at the soul healer Anara
, the latter shrugged at him.
"Don't look at me, you have to take these things with you, don't ask why!"
Tyrion blinked, reached out to open the package, picked up a bottle filled with black liquid, and shook it in his hand. The liquid shone with a dark luster, and sparks of magic danced in it. This made
The great lord frowned:
"Shadow Power Protection Potion? This is...concentrated holy water?"
"All right."
Tyrion threw the two bottles back into the package, looked back at Agatha who was standing aside with his hands on his hips, and asked seriously:
"Why?"
"It's very simple. Do you remember the last time I took you through the Shadow Realm?"
Agatha stretched out his hand to push his helmet and said in a deep voice:
"You should remember that feeling. Without being accepted by the Shadow Realm, it is a real torture to enter that malicious world with a free attitude. Just because you have tyrannical power in the real world does not mean that you are in the Shadow Realm.
The world will be just as powerful. The power systems of the two worlds are completely different. In the outside world, power is respected, but in that world, the soul is the most important."
The soul healer spoke up and said:
"In other words, once you follow Yuna into the world of death, the longer you enter that world, the more obvious your power will decline. That world will exclude power that does not belong to it, maybe for 10 minutes
, maybe an hour, during the process of your being assimilated into the realm of death, you will always be at your most vulnerable, and at that time you will be worse than a helpless mortal!"
"The dementors will not miss this good opportunity to "hunt"."
Agatha sternly pushed the large bag of things to Tyrion. She put her hands on the table and said seriously:
"You must take these things with you. Once you feel something is wrong, you must ask Yuna to take you out immediately. This is no joke, Tyrion. That world has swallowed too many creatures more powerful than you, and no one knows
What you need to do to get that world to recognize your existence is difficult."
"Thank you for your concern."
Tyrion shook his head, and he stood up. As the black fire jumped in the palm of his hand, Tianqi, who had completed his self-improvement, appeared in his hand. The pale bone sword with a dark red light in the center cut through the air and issued a
Hearing the whistling sound, he held the bone sword in his hand, looked at the two Val'kyr in front of him, and said softly:
"But I think it's okay if I have this."
Agatha stared at the bone sword in Tyrion's hand. After a moment, she stubbornly pushed the package forward again:
"I have no doubt that Apocalypse can kill spiritual bodies, but when you become the weakest, even with Apocalypse to defend yourself, it will be difficult for you to exert the power of the magic weapon. This is what you said...
A sword is only as sharp as the one who wields it. Anyway, bring these things with you! I'm not kidding you, once you die, I and my compatriots will not survive, just think of it for us."
Tyrion looked at the package handed over by Valkyr. His eyes stayed on the package for a moment. Finally, he stretched out his fingers and threw it into the storage ring the moment it touched the package.
nodded:
"Okay, but I still have a question. If you are worried about my journey, why don't you come with me? Val'kyr is a pure spirit, and his activities in the Shadow Realm should be more convenient than mine. You can definitely
Protect me the whole time.”
"What a great idea, genius."
Anala sneered, and the eccentric soul healer lengthened his voice and said:
"We can indeed protect you in the Shadow Realm, but Agatha and I, or any of the Val'kyr who have been given freedom by you, will be felt by Hela if they enter the Shadow Realm. Don't forget, she is the Realm of Death.
The lord, she has higher authority in that world than we do. Although the place Yuna takes you to is far away from Hela's Hell, no one can say what our crazy eldest sister will do.
"
"I don't care about being ambushed. Anyway, as a spirit, you can still run away if you can't defeat me, but what about you? Once you are ambushed by Hela in that world, it will be difficult for you to run out again. That is her territory. You
You won’t take the risk, right?”
Tyrion pursed his lips, then shook his head.
"Okay, then I'll go alone...that's right."
The moment he stepped out of the room, he looked back at the two Val'kyr behind him and said softly:
"Keep it a secret for me, okay? Don't let Alleria know that I'm taking another risk... I don't want her to worry."
"The premise is that you can come back alive, Tyrion. If you die, we won't be able to find a guy who looks exactly like you to impersonate you."
Anara crossed her arms, and the wings behind the soul healer flapped. She watched Tyrion leave without looking back and stepped into the portal to Drustvar. The soul healer turned to look at the silent man.
Vagri Agatha, she asked:
"Do you think he will succeed? In my memory, Hela spent nearly ten thousand years trying to enter and integrate that area, but she never succeeded."
"I have no idea."
Agatha shook his head, and Val'kyr replied in a daze:
"Hela used Valajar's power to gain control of the Kingdom of Shadows. As far as I know, Bwonsamdi seemed to have become the controller of the Second Hell with the help of external forces, but Tyrion...he
Unlike Hela and Bwonsamdi, he has reached this point without relying on any external force, so I can't predict his future. He is weak, so there is a high chance that he will die, but if he can
Survive..."
Agatha did not finish speaking, but Anala, the soul healer, seemed to know what Agatha was going to say. She continued:
"He will become the purest one...and maybe the most powerful one."
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After escaping from death, he once again took the initiative to cross two worlds. This sounds somewhat crazy.
But Tyrion did this voluntarily.
He was fully armed and held Yuna's hand, letting the chirping little ghost lead her into the intersection of the shadow world of Drustvara and the real world. Behind him, several great druids of the Wither,
Including the Harvest Wizard Ort, the Great Thorn Whisperer Orfa and the Wolf Caller Ralaire Fangfire, and even the Wither Patriarch who appears in the form of an illusion at this moment, and his true body is still located in the den of Mount Hyjal.
Moana in Staghelm.
The Witherers who live in seclusion in the dark mountains of Drustvar have planted the core of the Seed of Life in this cut-off Emerald Dream. This powerful and weird plant life is transforming this corrupted land in its own way.
The Emerald Dream, that hell-like scene filled with darkness and ashes, has been completely dispelled. With the efforts of the Wither Druids, this Emerald Dream has become a "land of life".
There are huge rune vines full of vitality everywhere, just like the plants in Quel'Thalas. The seeds of life catalyze the plants on this land, making them more active, representing the existence of the power of life.
The halo of light is floating in this holy land, making this slightly dim sky and earth as beautiful as the stars.
The forest elves born in the Emerald Dream are the natural caregivers and defenders of this plant forest. They obey the will of the withered ones and built many beautiful tree houses in this land of vines.
and crypts for more and more druids to rest.
The Blighters believe that in a few years, this holy land will be no different from the Emerald Dream. And for now, in the Drustvar Mountains, the Blighters have become the local orthodox belief, and there are people there every month.
Many local humans come to worship, and those who are talented among them will be absorbed into the Wither Sect.
This Druid sect, supported by Tyrion, is developing rapidly in secret... Soon, they will break out of Drustvar and spread their teachings to the headquarters of the Cenarion Circle and to Cali.
Go to the Mudo continent... In fact, there are already some radical Blighters who have taken small boats and secretly entered that land to preach, and their achievements have been remarkable.
In the Barrens, some quilboar people have converted to the teachings of the wither. These lost people who have lost their glorious civilization only need a little guidance to become very sincere believers in nature.
It is said, just said... that the upper echelons of the Withermen, the archdruids who came to watch Tyrion enter the Realm of Death, are secretly planning something earth-shattering that could directly shake the rule of the Cenarion Circle.
Fundamental big deal...but no one knows exactly what they want to do until they do it.
"Go with peace of mind, great lord."
Harvest Wizard Alter shouted loudly:
"We will always monitor the rift in the world. Once there is a large-scale energy shock, we will do our best to maintain it until you and this little girl come back sadly!"
"Sorry to trouble you."
Tyrion turned back and nodded to the great druids, then patted Little Yuna on the head. The latter squeezed Tyrion's fingers with her cold hands. She raised her head and glanced at Tyrion, "Great Lord"
The majestic armor and weapons seemed to give the little girl some confidence. She looked at the cracks in the world wrapped in black halo in front of her. In the cracks where darkness was floating like mist, under the gaze of Yuna's eyes,
A dark road appeared strangely in the fog.
"I saw 'it', Tyrion."
Yuna said softly, she took a step forward, and Tyrion followed closely behind. He didn't see anything... But the moment Yuna stepped into the black mist, the rich and strange energy shot towards the two of them.
Spread sideways, as if welcoming the little ghost "home".
The Dark Blade Lord has not felt "nervous" for a long time. At this moment, he stood in front of the rift in the world. He took a deep breath like a living person, and then stepped into it, crossing reality and
Between the cracks in the Shadow Realm, the last symptom appeared again before his eyes.
The light in front of him seemed to be distorted by an invisible force. The black and white halo blurred everything in his vision, like a high degree of myopia.
The noisy sounds in his voice became louder and louder, making his thoughts become obscured and his spirit beginning to feel dizzy.
This is not a problem caused by weakening power. Tyrion can feel that although his power is slowly passing away, it still exists. This dizzy and weird sense is obviously imprinted on his mind by the external environment.
, it’s like the world is shrouded in malice, preventing him from entering it in the best possible condition.
He shook his head, trying to expel the drunken feeling from his mind. Between their eyes, he could suddenly see Yuna's bouncing figure in front of him, and he could vaguely see the little girl's happy smile.
The sound was heard, and these fragments were mixed with the shining light walls on both sides of the passage, causing his thinking to be temporarily disconnected.
As he went deeper and deeper into it, the images in his field of vision became intermittent.
The power from the Shadow Realm began to erode his soul, or in other words, the will of that world began to transform his soul, allowing him to complete the transition between the two different systems of the world... This was a completely unfamiliar experience.
"What's wrong with you Tyrion?"
Yuna, who was bouncing forward, turned around and saw her friend's bad condition. She hurried over and reached out to grab Tyrion's wrist. The cold touch made Tyrion suddenly wake up for a moment. He looked back.
Go, behind him, the black mist slowly filled the passage the two came from, and the dark path became no longer clear after he stepped through it.
"Can you still see the road?"
Tyrion suddenly felt a very unfamiliar feeling of dry mouth... But he did not pay attention to this small detail, but looked at Yuna in front of him seriously, and asked:
"Can you still take me back here?"
"certainly!"
Yuna said crisply, she blinked and pointed at the black mist rolling behind Tyrion:
"The road is right there!"
Hearing this, Tyrion turned around subconsciously, but except for an ominous black halo... there was still nothing behind him.
"You are indeed the guide... I guessed it right, you are the only one who can see that road."
Tyrion wiped Yuna's hair speechlessly. He exhaled and looked ahead. There seemed to be the entrance of a cave. A faint light was shining between the strange black rocks. After he finished walking,
After the troublesome journey between the two realms, he was finally able to see the "scenery" of the Shadow Realm.
"Is this your home in the Shadowlands?"
"Of course, come with me, Tyrion, and I'll take you to the place I often play...it's fun."
