While Tyrion was wandering deep into the realm of death, outside his "dead" body, the lonely and sad little ghost was raising his head, listening to something.
And in the dark and shining mist in front of her, there was a halo of golden light, like a passage or a mirror. Someone seemed to be saying something to her, but there was only this.
Unique children can hear.
The little ghost, wrapped in a faint holy light, listened attentively, just like a child listening to an adult's words. From time to time, he flicked his tail, nodded from time to time, and replied a few words, seeming to be having a very happy conversation.
But after a moment, Yuna tilted her head, scratched her head in confusion, and then asked abruptly:
"My mother told me that as long as I don't give up the Holy Light, the Holy Light will always find me. She was talking about you, right?"
The halo shook, as if answering.
But the moment she heard this answer, Yuna grabbed the doll in her arms, took a step back, and half-knelt beside Tyrion vigilantly. She tilted her head, looking at the halo above her head, and shouted loudly:
"You are not!"
"Tyrion is my Holy Light. I am not afraid because of his encouragement! You are a liar! When I was bullied before, you didn't even show up to help me! I don't believe you!"
This childish question made the halo tremble even more, and in the light curtain, there seemed to be other voices coming, but the little ghost just had helpless ears, shook his head vigorously, and shouted loudly:
"I don't believe you! I've never seen you! I hate Naaru, it almost blinded me... No matter if your name is Zera or something else, I will never go with you!
"
"Besides, even if you are Naaru, you cannot represent the Holy Light..."
Yuna stared at the halo above her head. She reached out and grabbed the garland above her head. She vowed:
"Anyway, I want to stay here and protect my friends!"
"I have found Tyrion, he is the source of my holy light and courage. As long as my holy light is with me, then the darkness will never win!"
The little girl waved her fist, and the aperture said something, but Yuna glanced at the aperture above her head with disdain:
"It's their business for the Draenei to believe in you. I'm not a Draenei! I'm a true Eredar!"
The halo became more swaying, and during a burst of light, the golden light penetrated into the deep realm of death and enveloped Yuna, as if wanting to take this special little ghost away.
Yuna kept struggling, but was still carried into the air by it. Yuna looked back at the great lord lying on the ground, and she shouted anxiously:
"Tyrion! Tyrion... wake up! Save me! This liar is going to capture me!"
The halo became gentler, swaying as if to persuade the little ghost, and touches of golden light that were very similar to the Naaru runes also began to wrap around Yuna's body, seeming to be telling the little girl.
It's like undergoing some kind of "transformation".
Yuna's screams are still echoing.
"No! I don't want your power! My Holy Light is very powerful! Tyrion is very powerful, I don't need it!"
"Bad guy! You are a bad guy! I will never be afraid of you again!"
The little ghost struggled wildly in the entanglement of light. She regained consciousness and swung her wand, smashing a bunch of stars mixed with gold and blue into the circle of light, like an angry kitten.
But her power was no match for the light curtain. Outside her body, layers of golden light wrapped around the little ghost's body, and the swaying Naaru runes around her became brighter.
But just when Yuna was about to be completely covered by the golden light, a hand wrapped with black lightning suddenly pierced the light curtain, and a bone-chilling dark storm swept through the entire bright and generous space at this moment.
, with a sound similar to breaking glass, the almost unconscious little Yuna was brought out completely.
The power of holy light and darkness collided at this moment. Tyrion held Yuna in his arms. A dark storm centered on him and roared crazily in an instant, mixed with violent black flames.
Burning light and shadow.
The golden power spread out like the sun. However, the figure holding Yuna did not retreat. He just tilted his head and looked at the gentle golden light above his head. He seemed to be able to hear the voice in the light.
But he doesn't care.
He reached out and touched Yuna's head. The frightened little girl hugged Tyrion's arm tightly. The great lord said in a gentle voice:
"What you said makes sense. Yuna is indeed a special child. I also hope that she will have a bright future, but...Mother of the Holy Light, what kind of title is this? Naaru was born from the Holy Light. Do you have the right
The purest affinity with the Holy Light, but this does not mean that you are the agents of the Holy Light’s will! You are just Naaru, figure out your identity!"
"Want to take away my friend Yuna? You can!"
Tyrion's fingers clenched tightly, and the space crack that was forcibly opened in front of him quickly closed under the control of his will. He looked at the increasingly smaller light spot, and he snorted:
"Come to me and speak to me personally... you hidden rat!"
"roll!"
"Bang"
The creature shining with the holy light wanted to say something else, but facing the new God of Death who had just gained the right to manage this land... Her power from afar was obviously not enough to compete with the power of this land.
After a burst of light curtain shattered, the entire realm of death regained its peace.
After the light curtain completely dissipated, Yuna timidly raised her head and looked at Tyrion. In the child's shining eyes, Tyrion also saw his new image...
His thin, cold and gloomy appearance seemed to have been reshaped. There was no longer the unique dryness of the undead. His cheeks became vivid, very much like what he looked like when he was alive. Even his hair became smooth.
He stood up, but it was still gray-white, spreading softly behind his sharp ears. His eyes were still ice blue, but deep in the pupils of his eyes, there was a darker light spot, which looked terrible.
It's weird.
Tyrion wiped his chest subconsciously. Under that chest, there was a beating heart...but it was not as simple as a living heart. In every beat of it, the great lord could feel it.
, that power flowing in the veins... that strange, but very docile power.
That is the essence of death...
In addition, the bigger change lies in his soul. If the previous soul strength was 10, then Tyrion's soul strength should have reached 100 now... which is almost the limit that his body can accommodate.
, that is already a change in quality.
But in terms of the weight of his soul, he can hardly be called a "mortal". Even those demigods who claim to have immortal souls may not necessarily have a heavier soul than his.
"You have changed!"
Yuna jumped onto Tyrion's shoulder with ease, sat there, and then played with Tyrion's hair.
"I knew you wouldn't die so easily..."
"oh?"
A smile appeared at the corner of Tyrion's mouth, and his expression seemed to be more vivid. He said softly:
"Who was that kneeling there just now and crying loudly? Do you think I didn't hear it? Little girl, by the way, what's the matter with this light on your body?"
The great lord looked at Yuna whose body surface was covered with golden light. When she moved, she could also bring out beautiful golden rays behind her. She didn't look like a ghost at all, but rather she looked like she was made of holy light.
Like a heroic spirit.
This question also troubled the little ghost. She looked at her body up and down, and then said:
"It's probably the Holy Light... The Holy Light heard my prayers~ It gave me the power to protect my friends. I was chatting with my parents just now~ They were in the Holy Light, but after that annoying liar woman appeared
, mom and dad disappeared."
The little ghost flicked his tail in triumph and disappointment, and Tyrion asked again:
"Then what did you talk about?"
Yuna poked her cheek with her finger and said to Tyrion:
"That light, the Holy Light told me to follow it and leave... But I still have a lot of things to do and a lot of places I haven't seen, so I asked it if I could stay with my friends a little longer.
?I said I would stay a little longer~"
"What did the Holy Light say?"
The big lord asked again curiously. Yuna jumped off his shoulder, bringing a beautiful golden shadow in the air. She stood on the ground, waving her hands angrily:
"Holy Light didn't answer me. The next person who spoke was that annoying liar woman. She said her name was Zella and that she was trying to save the stars and needed many talented people. She said I was one of them.
She said I couldn't stay here, I had to follow her, and then I knew she was a liar!"
Yuna was in a good mood. She looked left and right, sizing up the completely new wilderness of the Realm of Death. She turned her head and winked at Tyrion:
"Because mother said that the real Holy Light will not force others to do anything!"
"Well, your mother is right."
Tyrion nodded and looked around. After all the dementors in this land were "purified" by him, the gloomy and cold atmosphere of the Realm of Death dissipated a lot, and even the sky seemed to change.
It has become a bit clearer, but of course, it is difficult to see the sun in this real "hell".
The great lord looked at this land of death that was in ruins, and he was a little excited in his heart, because the Dark Blade Legion that followed him had a final destination, but this hell was still unable to operate normally because it lacked something very special.
The important things are still far away from the destination in Tyrion's mind...
But for now, let’s enjoy the victory first, and we’ll talk about these bad things later.
"Yuna..."
"Ah? What's wrong?"
"Stop playing... We, we should go home! You are my guide. Without you, I can't go anywhere."
"Oh, am I so powerful? Hahahaha, Tyrion, should we go back to Stormwind City directly?"
"Well... let's go check out another place first."
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"Aha, the sheep enters the tiger's mouth!"
"boom"
A taunt with a strange accent sounded like thunder in the palace deep in the Qiraji Temple in the Great Desert of Silithus. Along with the taunt, there was an astonishingly large war sword, which seemed to be made of some kind of weapon.
It is made of a special material mixed with crystal, just like a real door panel. The length of the blade alone reaches an astonishing 3 meters. It is hard to imagine how heavy this thing is.
But the warrior wielding it is even more astonishing. This is a typical high-level insect man. He has a body like a human and wears armor made of insect armor, but he is an astonishing 5 meters tall. Like other insect men, he has similar features.
It has claw-like hands, and its cheeks are more like an insect head covered with white bones than a face.
It was as if it had evolved to the weird level of combining humans and insects. On that face, there were a pair of vicious and ruthless eyes.
Its name is Viknilas, one of the twin emperors of the Qiraji, and one of the strongest in the Qiraji empire. The sword that whizzes down has more than a thousand swords, and in its wild laughter
, the remaining black thorn armor on the wilderness demigod Agamaggan, who was constantly roaring and charging in the huge palace in front of him, was easily cut open. After the flashing lightning blade slipped, there were many more on the demigod's body.
There was a hideous scar.
This kind of pain stimulated the ferocity of the wilderness demigod. Its eyes were shining with the light of revenge. Between the swings of its short and powerful limbs, it hammered the insect emperor's chest hard like a siege cannon.
Viknilas flew away and hit the wall of the palace like a cannonball, but just when Agamaggan was about to continue the pursuit, another strange and teasing laugh also rang out.
"Like a moth to a flame!"
"boom"
The violent magic power converged into the sharpest purple ice crystals under strong control, and then in the explosion of magic, it viciously penetrated Agamaggan's body, and the demigod's skin was already full of scars.
Another layer of covered frostbite was left.
The tyrannical mental power shrouded the demigod like a spider web, making Agamaggan's infinite charge extremely slow. Looking back, he saw a man wearing purple armor and holding an insect-limbed wand, with the same size as Vikranis.
The almost identical insect man is the other of the Twin Emperors, the Magic Emperor Vicroll.
These insect brothers are the most noble bloodline of the Qiraji Empire. They have the dual attributes of strength and magic since the day they were born. With their cooperation, even the powerful demigods of the wilderness were tortured and covered with wounds.
, unable to advance or retreat.
Of course, Agamaggan is not just that capable. In real terms, it is much stronger than the Twin Emperors. But the problem is that above the insect man's palace, on the strange dark dome of the palace, there is a
A weird big eyeball was suspended there, exuding a chaotic and corrupt aura, and it was constantly tormenting the wilderness demigod who came here alone with the words of corruption.
This is the extreme evil hidden deeper, the ancient god, the power carrier of the Thousand-Eyed Demon C'Thun. In other words, the powerful wilderness demigod is not simply fighting the difficult twin emperors, it is fighting at the same time.
Fight the twin emperors and the ancient gods who are about to escape.
None of these three enemies are easy to deal with, let alone 3V1? If this continues, maybe the newly resurrected Agamaggan will fall here again, or even worse...become the ancient evil cholera
carrier of the world.
But just like the twist in all fantasy stories, in such critical moments, there are always heroic heroes who show up to support.
"Bang"
With a low sound, the closed palace door collapsed as if it had been hit by a cannonball. The coalition commanders on the anti-bug front rushed into the palace and saw the miserable demigod of the wilderness Aga who was besieged at a glance.
Magan.
"Bang"
Without saying a word, Shandis raised her rifle and shot to pieces, shattering the black eyeball hovering above the palace. Watcher Maiev also drew out her blade wheel. The situation in front of her no longer required any further explanation. She turned back
Looking at the people behind her, she shouted in a hoarse and decisive voice:
