Just from the name of this place, we can roughly guess the environment of this ghost place. It is dark, without life in the conventional sense, a world filled with coldness and loneliness, and maybe it is like hell, full of lava.
With the destructive sulfur atmosphere, only energy monsters can survive in this hellish place.
This is the imaginary Shadow Realm, or the Realm of Death, the country where the undead should be...but in fact, it is not like this.
According to Vagri Agatha, the Shadow Realm is a complete world that is countless times wider than the real world. It is even a complete universe. It is like the back side of the real world, like the back of a coin.
The two sides exist in opposition to each other and yet merge with each other.
In every world, there is an entrance to the Realm of Death. In some civilizations, that is regarded as part of the cycle. The legend of Death and Hell was born from this, but unfortunately, at least in Azeroth, this
The world does not have a "normal" Death in the conventional sense.
Hela, who controls the largest entrance to the Realm of Death in Azeroth, is supposed to be the God of Death, but this mad woman has completely distorted her will by hatred. She crazily intercepts the souls that enter the Realm of Death to forge her own army of revenge.
Regardless of the balance and cycle of life and death, this has led to the fact that after 10,000 years of development in the world of Azeroth, the total amount of life in the mortal world is still only so much...
Bwonsamdi's "work attitude" is much better than Hela's, but the problem is that there seems to be some problems with the entrance to the Realm of Death controlled by the troll Death. He can only control the troll's cycle of life and death, or sign contracts with other beings.
Some weird agreements to capture the souls of other races.
Moreover, Bwonsamdi cannot forcibly control the souls of all trolls, because there are other loa competing with him for the belonging of believers. The power of death controlled by the troll Death God is not powerful, at least compared to the crazy Hela.
He is at an absolute disadvantage.
However, these two people also have something in common. They both value the knowledge related to the world of death more precious than anything else, and will never reveal a word about this mysterious world. But now, the true face of this world has appeared.
In front of Tyrion.
Frankly speaking, this truth made him feel a little... surprised.
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"Well..."
"Fur..."
"Well..."
"Fur..."
Yuna curiously sat cross-legged on a stone, looking at Tyrion with his eyes closed, constantly exhaling and inhaling. Next to Tyrion, there was a bottle of water that was one-third full.
, and a half-bitten local fruit, and the expression of Lord Dark Blade, who is always calm and awe-inspiring, is very "wonderful"...
In this world, he regained the five senses of a living person and the unfamiliar physiological activities. After entering this world for 10 minutes, after being assimilated to the world of death to a certain extent, the indifferent emotions in his soul seemed to
They all became active again, and the indifferent scene in front of them seemed to become more alive.
At this time, he is re-adapting to the action of "breathing", just like a living person, using the movements of exhalation and inhalation to make the organs in the body start to function again, and even let the cold blood in the blood vessels begin to flow.
, although there is a lack of a heart in his chest, which makes the blood flow process somewhat awkward, but the restoration of this sense that has been lost for several years also makes Tyrion feel a little novel.
He picked up the water bottle and, under Yuna's gaze, drank several large gulps of water. Then he kept doing that, savoring the warm touch of the cold water flowing through his dry throat and the sweetness of the water.
.
Yes, there is no need for those weird toxins anymore. In this new world, he can also feel the taste of food.
"It's amazing..."
After a moment, Tyrion opened his eyes. He looked at the mountain stream shrouded in dim light. It was like a natural palace. Around the mountain stream, there were dozens of slender stone pillars, which completely violated the principle of gravity.
In this way, it supports the heavy rocks above. On the ground of this mountain stream, there is a very flat ring with natural patterns of stones.
To be honest, it's hard to say this is natural.
"Little Yuna, what's there?"
Tyrion pointed to the darkness beyond the mountain stream and asked softly. Beside him, little Yuna tilted her head and looked along Tyrion's fingers. She said somewhat boredly:
"Nothing, it's just a dark forest with some weird birds in it, like crows. They are standing on the branches watching you, maybe cursing you. These crows can talk. They like to scream and curse.
And they curse very badly."
"Oh, really?"
Lord Dark Blade nodded. He looked in that direction. He didn't see any black forest, nor did he see two crows. He saw nothing, there was only a surging darkness.
But Yuna will not lie to him. In other words, the things he can see in the world of death are limited, and are currently limited to this mountain stream. This may mean that he still has not been recognized by this world, but this world
The special influence on the undead has already appeared on him. After the dead person enters here, it is like regaining the state when he was alive...
You can breathe, you can feel all emotions, you can be happy, you can escape from the pale and cold reality... Just like its name, the world of death, a world prepared for the undead.
Tyrion stood up, took Yuna's hand, and slowly approached the darkness at the edge of the mountain stream stone pillar. The darkness and the glimmer of light formed an obvious boundary in front of his eyes, dividing the space into two.
The darkness in front of Tyrion was like a forbidden land.
Lord Dark Blade took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers, and touched the black light curtain in front of him. Between the finger touches, a series of tiny sparks burst out from the halo, that kind of cold and stimulating energy.
The senses were like an electric shock, making Tyrion feel his fingers numb, and he subconsciously pulled his fingers out of the darkness.
Feeling the weak pain in his fingers slowly disappearing, the great lord took a step back. He looked seriously at the darkness floating in front of him and shook his head:
"Well... maybe it's really not the time yet. We should leave. Let's go here first this time."
As he spoke, Tyrion took Yuna and prepared to leave along the way he came. Although the little ghost was a little dissatisfied, she was unwilling to quarrel with her good friends, so she followed Tyrion and prepared to leave.
Leave your "home" in this world.
And at this moment, a slight sound sounded in the hearts of Tyrion and Yuna at the same time.
"Did you hear that?"
Yuna listened with her ears bent. After a few seconds, she blinked and looked at Tyrion:
"It told me to find Nur...Nur is here, it told me, in the forest behind...I want to find Nur! As long as Nur is here, I will never lose my way back."
Way home!"
"wrong!"
Tyrion held Yuna's wrist tightly. He didn't hear what the voice said, but an instinctive danger warning drove him to leave this place, as if something bad was going to happen next moment.
"Go! Go quickly!"
He summoned the Black Fire Bone Sword with one hand, and pulled Yuna with the other hand and rushed out of the dark mountain stream. In Tyrion's field of vision, the darkness outside the mountain stream began to roll strangely, as if it was going to swallow him completely.
, Yuna shouted dissatisfied:
"Stop! Tyrion, stop, Nur is behind us, we can't leave it here like this!"
"Don't worry about Nuer, silly girl, let's go!"
Tyrion tried his best to move forward, but at this moment, the strange dizziness in his brain and the obscurity of his thinking made his steps stagger. He turned back with difficulty, looked at Yuna, and said in a deep voice:
"It...is angry, we should go."
"No!"
Yuna let out a scream, causing Tyrion to turn around sharply, and saw that the path they came from was filled with dark energy mist. Between the surge of black mist, one after another, strange things were covered all over the body.
Black slime-like "armor", with only vaguely humanoid dementors, those scalp-numbing creatures emerged from the black mist one after another.
"Follow me, girl!"
Seeing the numerous dementors in front of him silently approaching slowly, Tyrion let go of Yuna, and clenched the black fire bone sword in his hands with both hands. The hazy voice of the apocalypse also sounded in Tyrion's heart:
"What the hell are you in? This place makes me very uncomfortable! And, how come your strength has weakened so much?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Tyrion gritted his teeth and responded. Seeing the dementors roaring and rushing up from the ground, Tyrion held the sword in both hands and took a step forward. The bone sword in his hand drew a weak arc in the air.
As the black soul fire shone, the bone sword, which had terrible damage to the spirit body, chopped off the heads of the two dementors without stopping.
But after their heads were chopped off, their bodies were like black ooze, strangely "melting" into the continuous darkness, but they could hurt these spiritual monsters, giving Tyrion
He has great confidence that anything that can be hacked to death by him is never worth fearing.
And Yuna was also holding on to Tyrion's clothes tightly. She had never seen so many Dementors moving together. Under the command of a higher will, it was likely that all the Dementors in this unowned area were
All the monsters are concentrated here.
"Come on me, girl!"
The big lord lifted up the little ghost and put it on his shoulders, letting her hold on to his helmet. He swung his bone sword, slashing left and right, chopping up the approaching dementors one by one, struggling in such a difficult way.
A path was cut forward through the black mud-beating light curtain.
But just as Apocalypse and Agatha warned, the longer Tyrion stayed in the Realm of the Dead, the more Tyrion's power declined, and after the Dementors appeared, his power declined faster.
The moment he rushed in, Tyrion even felt the weight of the bone sword in his hand... This showed that he had been weakened to an incredible degree.
"Ahead! Just in front, keep going, don't stop!"
Yuna clutched Tyrion's helmet tightly. In the roaring negative energy impact, the little ghost's long white hair was blown up. Her bright eyes looked directly at the rolling darkness in front of her, guiding Tyrion.
The way home.
And the moment he stepped into the passage between the two realms, Yuna suddenly looked back. Tyrion didn't know what the little ghost saw, but he only heard Yuna scream.
"Nur! You are finally here to help us! Wait for me...I will save you!"
Then he felt Yuna jump off his shoulder and run towards the darkness behind. The moment Tyrion turned his head, he happened to see the scene of Yuna being swallowed by the darkness while running.
"No! Yuna! Come back! Girl, come back quickly!"
Tyrion shouted loudly, but he could no longer see Yuna's figure. The moment the "guide" jumped into the darkness, the path leading to the world under Tyrion's feet immediately collapsed, and he seemed to have fallen into an endless shadow.
In the abyss, there was thick dark mist to the left and right, the shadows were silent, and dementors of different shapes were staring at him.
The cold gaze made Tyrion tighten his grip on the heavy weapon in his hand. He was panting like a living person. How long had it been since he had been so embarrassed?
"Your will is wavering, Tyrion...you are failing."
The gloomy voice of Apocalypse sounded in Tyrion's ears with undisguised gloating. This unruly bastard weapon always thought that Tyrion's act of taking advantage of the situation was a shame for it, but now, its only
The master is about to die in battle at the intersection of the two worlds. After Tyrion's death, Apocalypse can be sure that he will regain "freedom".
"Shut up!"
Lord Darkblade swung his bone sword and knocked the charging Dementor to the ground. His own movements also staggered a bit. Between the weak dodges, a Dementor strangely emerged from the darkness at Tyrion's feet.
Climbing out, it let out a silent evil laugh, stretched out its disgusting hands, and grabbed Tyrion's left foot.
The moment he was contacted by the dementors, Tyrion seemed to be thrown directly into the ice and snow at minus 100 degrees. His already obscure thinking seemed to be frozen at this moment, and the energy in his body
, those extremely weak energies were also partially taken away by the dementors.
Those monsters, the monsters in the darkness were like roaring beasts. Taking advantage of Tyrion's loss of defense, they "passed" through Tyrion's body in a cheerful manner, like ghosts.
, every time he passes through it, it will take away part of the great lord's energy, and make his frozen mind become even more sluggish.
If this continues, in less than 30 seconds, Tyrion will fall into eternal silence due to the extinguishing of the soul fire.
With difficulty, he touched the storage ring with his finger under the attack of the dementors. This action took him nearly 10 seconds. The moment his finger touched the dark ring, a large package of bottles
The jar appeared in his hand, and then fell to the ground. The potions scattered in all directions. Tyrion gritted his teeth, raised the bone sword in his hand in slow motion, and then smashed it at the foot of the
On the golden medicine bottle.
"Wow"
The concentrated holy water collided with the extreme negative energy at this moment, and it was like bursting out with endless fire, like a golden bonfire being ignited, scaring away the cheerful dementors, who kept coming back.
Withdrawing, the surrounding earth became clear again, like black mud surging.
Tyrion, whose whole body was covered with frost, sat down on the ground. He tremblingly picked up the Shadow Protection Potion, twisted it away, and poured it into his mouth.
"Fuh...fuh, it's really dangerous, it's almost...it's glorious to be almost..."
"Tyrion! Are you okay?"
Yuna's shout also sounded at this moment, and Tyrion responded feebly. The next moment, Yuna's figure jumped out from the darkness that led to nowhere, and hit Tyrion like a cannonball.
In Tyrion's arms, the little ghost had no idea what kind of terrible experience her running around had brought to Tyrion. She was currently in Tyrion's arms, and gave herself the things in her hands with a happy look on her face.