Yirel, who was staying in the hot spring water, let out a weird moan that made people think. The girl was lying on the stone next to the hot spring in a very inelegant posture. Behind her, Tiffany was wearing a swimsuit.
The queen was rubbing her shoulders.
The warm water washed over Yrel's white skin. After all her senses were restored, nearly twenty years later, Hooves once again felt the joy of being a living person. She breathed in the moist water.
In the fog, while taking a sip of cold wine, in this new world that the boss found for them, everything became so vivid, and the pale memories belonging to the dead became a thing of the past.
"Left! Press harder on the left!"
Yrel swung her tail and slapped the water in the hot spring. She drank the wine in the wine glass in a hearty sip, then opened her arms, turned around suddenly, and rushed the unprepared Queen Tiffany into the water.
After a period of screaming and moaning, the two ladies who were playing around in the water relaxed their bodies in an indecent manner and allowed their beautiful bodies to float on the newly discovered hot spring.
Yirel looked at the gray sky above her head and shouted loudly:
"Praise boss! I am alive again!"
At the same time, on a grassland not far from the hot spring, Miss Luminas, whose face was abnormally flushed, also let out a high-pitched scream. Her naked and perfect body tensed up at this moment.
Straight away, even the blood lord Myra underneath him tightly clenched the grass beside him. A moment later, the two men and women who had experienced strange joy hugged each other, enjoying the sour and numb feeling after reaching the climax.
Warmth and flowing feelings for each other.
"I like this place..."
Luminas' breathing was still a little rapid, but her eyes had returned to the blue color they had when she was a high elf. She turned to look at her husband, stretched out her fingers, and stroked Myra's face which had become supple and soft again.
Handsome face, she said softly:
"This place is our destination in the future..."
Myra also nodded, and the Blood Lord took a deep breath. He seemed to feel the joy of breathing. After a moment, he said:
"For the undead, this is really a paradise-like place. All senses have been restored, and all emotions have been restored... It's like, just like when we were still alive... It's really
It makes people not want to leave, but unfortunately, after entering this place, all the power disappears."
Myra put his fingers in front of his eyes. He called for the power of Sarain in his body, but he could not get a response. The fingers that could easily tear open the armor before became weaker. This feeling of losing power.
It made Myra a little uncomfortable.
But Luminas doesn't care. Compared with power, everything here makes her feel happy...
"Let's do it again."
The young lady stood up, lowered her head, and looked at Myra under her with her bright eyes. The latter couldn't help but swallowed... This is already the third time, right?
The strange weakness coming from his body even made Myra miss the pale life in this world at this moment, but soon, he was lost in the up and down paradise of lust again.
In the dark and twisted forest not far from the bohemian couple, leaning on the branches, quietly experiencing all the fresh senses and the shadow of the reborn body as beautiful as rebirth, Luminas frowned.
Her unabashed moans made her feel as if she had suffered mental pollution.
The masked shadow lady snorted coldly, turned around and was about to rush deeper into the dark forest, but she forgot that her power would be wiped out after entering the realm of death, so at the moment of starting, she always looked aloof.
The shadow let out a panicked scream, and fell down from the high branches with claws and teeth.
"Pa"
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground made the birds of the Realm of Death in the forest flap their wings quickly and fly up. After Tyrion cleared away the dementors here, these original species gradually increased in number.
"Ah...it hurts so much! I'm starting to hate this world..."
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"Everything is good here..."
Grokush put the ax in his hand on the ground with some discomfort. After swinging it for more than ten minutes, he felt the pain in his arm. This kind of sense that only the living has has made the orc death lord a little uncomfortable.
, he turned back to Saurfang, who was sitting on the side, drinking wine calmly, and said:
"Losing the power in the body always makes people feel a little weird. Here, we are as fragile as mortals."
Grokush's words made Saurfang open his eyes, and the orc's eyes returned to their former brown color. He put down the wine glass in his hand, moved his body and walked towards the grass in front of him. He shook his neck, and made a sound as his bones collided.
With a clicking sound, he waved to Grokush:
"Don't be stupid, Black Hand... Frail mortals can't get here, come here! Do you still remember the games we played on the Nagrand Grassland when we were children? We didn't use weapons, just strength and combat skills..."
"Aha!"
Grokush laughed happily and rubbed his fists:
"Let's fight, let's see who is more powerful!"
After saying that, the two strong orcs fought together, but after removing the powerful death energy and the power of dragon blood in their bodies, the damage caused by both of them was much smaller.
And this scene also fell behind the grassland, on the second floor of the newly built wooden house. Tyrion was standing there, holding the railing with both hands. Behind him, a lazy-looking Alleria walked away in her pajamas.
Coming out, the blood mistress still had a trace of blush on her face. She gently hugged Tyrion's waist from behind, and the two of them were close to each other. There was no longer the cold sense of the deceased, replaced by something more real.
of warmth.
Well, it's just like when they were still alive and still dependent on each other at Windrunner Manor.
"We have all lost our strength..."
Alleria pressed her face against Tyrion's back and said:
"You are the only one who still retains your power, even stronger than before...Is this because you are the controller of this place? Or is this a rule you set deliberately?"
Tyrion came back to his senses, leaned on the wooden railing, and hugged his wife. He felt the fragrance of Alleria's restored golden hair, and whispered:
"Am I that evil?"
"This rule is obviously abnormal, but I can't do anything about it because this land is incomplete. The realm of death in Azeroth was torn apart by the big explosion that shattered the earth. It originally had its own set of rules, just like the current world.
, but now if you want this complete rule to take effect, it must first become complete..."
The great lord narrowed his eyes and said calmly:
"So whether it is Bwonsamdi or Hela... they are the next target of the Dark Blade, but don't worry, my Alleria, your weakness is only temporary. It needs to be assimilated by the different rules of the two worlds.
Time, once the assimilation is completed, your power in this world will slowly recover, but it will take time...a long time."
"So you transferred three war groups to the Realm of Death at once."
Alleria understood the purpose of her husband's "big transfer". She looked at Tyrion:
"When these three battle groups regain their combat capabilities, will they start a war?"
"The transfer is to allow them to adapt to the rules of the Realm of Death. They will not stay here for long."
Tyrion shook his head. He listened to the whispers coming from the wind in the spiritual world. He said to his wife:
"This world is too vivid, and its existence itself is an irresistible temptation for the undead. If everything is settled, I don't mind letting all members of the Dark Blade Legion enjoy this kind of freshness, but now
No... the feeling of happiness will weaken the warrior's will. You see, even Luminas can't resist this fresh temptation, and even plans to live here forever... I don't want us to work hard to form
The battle group is completely destroyed here."
"The mission of a soldier is to fight! To win the war..."
Tyrion closed his eyes and whispered:
"For the time being, let's treat this place as a resting point for the Dark Blade Legion. The mission has not been successful yet, and the Dark Blade still needs to work hard... However, this is not the most troublesome and important problem we face."
"Um?"
Alleria felt her husband's thoughts and asked softly:
"You're troubled, I can feel it...why?"
"This is like a big pool, Alleria."
Tyrion stroked his wife's long hair, looked at the gray sky, and sighed:
"Although there is an entrance and an exit, the water in the pool cannot flow automatically. Over time, this place will become a pool of stagnant water. This hell is incomplete. It lacks a core that can absorb the soul, transform and release the soul. Although these things
I can arrange for the gods of death to do it, but their number is also limited."
"We must find a suitable core for it, otherwise the dead souls in hell will gather more and more, and sooner or later a group of troublesome dementors will emerge. And once there is a core, the huge soul power entrenched here can also be used for
The rules we use and the world has stopped may work again..."
Tyrion's fingers moved in the air:
"It's still far from the "home" I imagined, but... But let's take a break now and leave these issues for later."
After saying that, amid Alleria's screams, she was picked up by Tyrion and carried into the room like a princess. You see, it's not just the Death Lords who are very attached to this place. The Great Lord
I, too, like this place very much.
Of course, men...
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"Don't talk!"
"Bang"
In Yuna's sharp voice, a golden star hit the "prisoner" who was guarded by the gods of death in the valley on the edge of the Realm of Death. The little ghost was wearing a super-small uniform of the Dark Blade Military Law Department.
She was majestic and lively sitting on the platform of the cave deep underground. She crossed her legs and watched proudly as the prisoner in front of her shivered in the light of the golden planet she smashed out.
Yuna couldn't help humming a song, and then picked up the small water glass at hand, which contained delicious juice that children loved to drink.
She waved the wand wrapped in holy light in her hand, like a whip. This girl was playing the role of "jailer" at this time. Before Tyrion found a truly qualified jailer, she had to stay here to fulfill her duties.
Responsibilities.
And in front of her, 18 black chains made of souls were tightly tied to the body surface of a twisted huge soul, fixing it in this dim cave. It was a disgusting thing that was constantly twisting and changing its body shape.
Even in its soul form, it was twisted like a mass of flesh and blood monster. From time to time, tentacles would flap against the stone wall of the cell, but with the soul chain fixed, it could not exert its due power at all.
This realm of death has been controlled by Tyrion. Although Tyrion is unable to unleash the true potential of this land due to the lack of core and incomplete territory, as the lord of the realm of death, he can mobilize the terrifyingly huge forces here.
It is still possible to suppress a prisoner with the power of his soul.
The ancient god C'Thun, who was causing trouble in Azeroth, was trapped here in his soul form. Although he was born in the Shadow Realm, he lived in Azeroth for millions of years, causing him to die.
After entering the world, it was also "assimilated" by that rule. It also lost the huge power of the outside world and became extremely weak.
"Chaos, confusion, anger..."
C'Thun "looked" at the weird ghost wrapped in holy light in front of him. It once again tried to seduce Yuna with a whisper of corruption, but it didn't know that Yuna, as Tyrion's guide, was between the two.
Symbiotic with each other, its whispers are of no use to Tyrion, and naturally they are of no use to Yuna.
"Don't talk!"
And this weird whisper also interrupted the happiness of the little ghost who was enjoying the delicious juice. Yuna's eyes widened, and the wand in her hand was thrown out fiercely. The energy whip composed of the holy light struck Kesu.
A clear sound came from the surface of En's soul.
"Pa"
Naturally, this whipping could not harm the soul of the ancient god, but being whipped like this by a ghost also filled C'Thun, who was born in Chaos, with anger.
When has it ever suffered such humiliation? Look at the stupid child in front of her, she is simply treating the terrifying and terrifying ancient god, C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon, as a toy!!!