Death, death is not a cold interpretation, it is a state, a power, and a medium that can have an impact on the real world. It can of course be used, rather than covering the world in a naturally occurring form.
Tyrion integrated the third hell. Although the rules of that hell are incomplete and the overall state is in a "deserted" state, it does not mean that Tyrion cannot use the power of death. In fact, in the original "absolution"
"When all the soul-eating monsters in hell were conquered, the various strange forms of death, and the perception and understanding of death by those resentful spirits, all blessed the great lord and gave him new strength.
An unknown power, one Tyrion rarely uses.
On the battlefield in the forest of Ashenvale, the natural demigod Cenarius, a powerful creature with antlers, the body of a stag, and the upper body of a night elf, set off a natural storm in anger that swept through the forest.
, the ancient trees were given new vitality. Adhering to the anger of nature, they pulled out their roots from the earth, and then unleashed their infinite brute force on the battlefield in front of them.
The extremely vicious demons tried to deal with these trees with flames, but before these natural creatures were burned, they roared like heroes who were desperate to die, and rushed into the battlefield, messing up the army of the arrogant demons.
, the most terrible thing is that in the natural storm set off by the natural demigods, the endless natural energy is constantly repairing the damage of those giant tree men, allowing them to withstand the evil fire of the devil and launch a counterattack.
What is the most popular thing in Ashen Valley?
trees!
On this battlefield, Cenarius is like a general commanding an invincible legion. He will never lack soldiers.
Cenarius's green eyes were fixed on the staggering demon assassin Akali, who was being beaten by the force of nature. The cunning person let out a vicious scream of failure in the storm, and her hood was torn by the storm, revealing
The ugly face under the hood, the face covered with scales and scars, the meaningless face burned by evil energy.
There were also those dark red vicious eyes. She lay on the ground with difficulty, crawling on her hands and feet towards Cenarius who was watching her like a god. She kept uttering curses, as if resenting this damn world and
Her weak strength.
"It's so ugly!"
Cenarius raised his left hand, and the overgrown vines stretched crazily on the arm of the natural demigod. In just the blink of an eye, thorns as hard as steel covered Cenarius's arm like a weapon, like a giant deer.
The demigod raised his front hooves and let out a neigh of disgust:
"Your appearance is as ugly as your soul..."
"Wow"
Encircled by the green energy storm, the natural demigod launched a charge towards the lingering demon assassin like the most powerful knight. His left arm was raised, and the thorns that were more terrifying than steel were entangled crazily, just like
A deadly lance, under Cenarius's infinitely powerful charge, will completely pierce the heart of the demon assassin Akali in the next moment.
This demonic assassin who spans the stars will die today on the battlefield she chose, and the shadow of death is coming like a real cold storm, making Akali couldn't help but widen her eyes.
She climbed up from the ground, her hands clenching the vicious weapon that transformed into a battle ax with a bloody roar, her eyes full of malice.
This is what a demon should be like, even if it means death, he must face his opponent head-on.
However, just as Cenarius, who was running wildly, raised his left arm to pierce the thorn in his hand into Akali's heart, a black light suddenly pierced the space, just like a black arrow shot silently, from
A precise hit from behind hit the running demigod of nature, causing Cenarius' indifferent expression to change dramatically at this moment.
This scene completely fell into the eyes of Demon Assassin Akali, and the changes that followed made even the well-informed Demon Assassin unable to understand.
In front of her, the body was entangled with endless natural energy, and he launched a decisive charge. The natural demigod looked like a god in mythology. The powerful enemy Cenarius had an expression of shock and fear, as if there was something terrible about him.
Something happened to him, and the black light that shot into his body was like an inducement, or like a taboo switch was turned on in his body.
"Wow"
The natural storm that enveloped the entire battlefield and destroyed everything suddenly subsided at this moment. One second it was still turbulent, and the next second the entire battlefield returned to its due silence. The green halo that stretched across the sky and earth, representing life, was like
It disappeared like the extinguished sun. At this moment, the awakened tree people all neighed in grief, and then resumed the form of giant trees.
It all seemed like a dream. The demons who were pressed and beaten by the tree men didn't even react, but the balance of victory was in their favor.
Akali could see clearly that right in front of her eyes, the serious cheeks of the nearly invincible Cenarius had a hint of cyan death. It was originally full of life energy, and she could feel it without even opening her eyes.
The living body seemed to be completely twisted at this moment. All the vitality disappeared at this moment, but it was not like a dry river...
Like a polluted river, all the fresh vitality was "replaced" in an instant with the extremely opposite energy...cold death...
But Cenarius did not die because of this, because Tyrion was not willing to let the natural demigod die in his own hands. He did not even hurt the natural demigod. In theory, Cenarius could still mobilize the huge body in his body to the extreme.
The cold energy, this kind of freezing and destructive power can even make Cenarius become more destructive. However, will the natural demigod use the power of death?
So, what did Tyrion do at that moment just now?
It's very simple. He just used his new power to replace the life that Cenarius belonged to with death... Life and death are two-sided power, just like light and shadow, like order and chaos...
They go hand in hand, and as long as you master one, you will naturally be able to control the other.
This is the real power given to Tyrion by the Realm of Death, this is his understanding of death, and this is the true meaning of the finger of death... It is not pure massacre, but pure life and death based on the law.
..Convert!
As strong as Cenarius's original life energy is, the converted death energy is as strong as it is. However, this conversion is temporary, because Tyrion does not have the complete power of death, and he cannot do it.
The power to instantly transform a demigod of nature into a "demigod of death", but to be precise, in this ever-changing battlefield, this is enough.
"No!!!"
Feeling the extremely destructive death energy in his body, Cenarius's face changed drastically, and his whole body was filled with icy mist. Cenarius let out an earth-shattering roar. However, he seemed to have forgotten that the most deadly person among the stars
The killer was standing in front of him.
"Aha!"
Akali's cold voice sounded in Cenarius's dazed mind, and what came with it was the ax blades staggered to tear the nature demigod's neck from behind, and the blue and red entwined battle ax cut open
One third of Cenarius's neck was taken off, and from a distance it looked like Akali had "beheaded" the natural demigod.
Of course, it is not that simple to kill a demigod, but after losing the life support given by natural energy, the incised wound and the pain that seeped into the spinal cord seemed to have doubled.
The paralyzing and deadly poison also began to affect the natural demigod's thinking, and the unfettered and uncontrollable death energy in his body made Cenarius unable to even fight back.
He is not used to this kind of cold power. He has never been exposed to this kind of pure death. He doesn't know how to mobilize it, or even how to accept it.
But Akali is not a warrior willing to fight head-on. She is a vicious assassin. Her code of conduct is to seize every opportunity and give her opponent a fatal blow. Cenarius in front of her is unable to move or fight back. This is her last resort.
Good opportunity!
"You are already dead...it's just your heart that doesn't know it..."
Akali's crazy laughter and the body that transformed into a deadly phantom set off a crazy massacre around Cenarius. Amidst the splatters of cold flesh and blood, the powerful natural demigod Cenarius felt,
Death is coming.
"puff"
With a cruel final blow, the staggered ax blades cut open the blood-covered upper body of Cenarius. Between the terrible laceration wounds attached to the Devourer's fangs, Akali saw the natural demigod's still beating body.
Heart, she stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, raised the battle ax in her left hand high, and then chopped it hard.
"Bang"
Cenarius was strong and noble. His body collapsed like a hill. The cold power of death slowly escaped from his body. The new power of nature was trying to save his master. However, he was too seriously injured.
Already...
Cenarius lay in his own warm blood. He struggled to open his eyes. He saw the demon assassin walking in front of him. The crazy bastard raised the battle ax in his hand and smiled with a crazy and bloodthirsty smile.
In the middle, the battle ax shining with cold light fell with a crash.
The natural demigod felt that the vision in front of him began to spin wildly, as if he was thrown into the sky, and finally hit the ground. The moment before his bouncing vision was shrouded in darkness, he saw the people surrounded by the Dread Lord and Demon Assassin.
Grom, the orc chief, is like a beast fighting back in desperate situations. However, even the demigods of nature have fallen. How long can Grom hold on?
Cenarius's headless body twitched, and life was breaking away from this body bit by bit, while the immortal soul of the natural demigod rose up from his body. It was a brilliant soul like a stag, in
High in the sky above this slaughtering battlefield, a door to the Emerald Dream has been opened. It is another world that welcomes the return of the demigod soul of nature.
But at the moment when the soul of the unconscious Cenarius was about to enter the Emerald Dream, a familiar black light flashed across the sky like a blade. In the twitch of the natural demigod soul, one-fifth of his brilliant soul
It was chopped off...the next moment, the remaining soul was completely swallowed by the door of the Emerald Dream.
"Hui Hui Hui"
Cenarius's chopped-off soul was changing rapidly in the air, breaking away from the demigod's body. This small piece of soul became free under the influence of higher-level power, and finally turned into a head that was very similar to Cenarius's body.
It has the body of a stag, it has no self-awareness, it is like a newborn child, it can only instinctively run towards the existence that gives it freedom.
It was like a lively little deer, jumping back and forth around the elf in the black trench coat, making childish screams. Tyrion knelt down and held the lively little cutie in his arms, and he stroked it gently.
With this young soul in mind, he nodded to his wife who was standing beside him. The Blood Mistress, who was wearing black gloves and a hunting suit, opened her bow at this moment.
"Whoosh, whoosh"
The numbing sound of arrows bursting out sounded on the battlefield. The fear lord Bernholle and the demon assassin Akali, who were besieging Grom, raised their heads at the same time, but the moment they reacted, the entanglement
The arrows filled with blood and cold death had penetrated their bodies, and the huge force pushed their bodies backwards, finally nailing the two ferocious demon sub-lords to the trees on the edge of the battlefield.
Akali struggled, glaring fiercely at the figure holding a bow. Even she, the most powerful assassin among the stars, did not feel when these two weird elves appeared here. She wanted to
Insulting her, however, the man holding the soul deer looked up and glanced at her.
With just one glance, those calm ice-blue eyes were like a steel seal, firmly imprinted on her soul. Fear... a huge fear, just like looking directly at death itself. That kind of groundless fear made Ah
Carrie shut her mouth tightly, then lowered her head, pretending that she didn't exist.
Tyrion, who was holding the soul deer, walked to Grom. He looked at the old orc who was panting and covered with scars, but still refused to fall and stared at him fiercely. The great lord whispered
explain:
"Follow me, Grom. A war more important than this child's game is about to begin. It will directly determine the fate of the entire world. I need warriors like you..."
"In exchange, I will give you a chance to liberate the souls of all the orcs..."
Grom's eyes changed drastically several times. Finally, he glanced at the battle ax in his hand, looked at his trembling hands, and asked in a low voice:
"A curse of blood?"
"Yes, freedom of soul, body and will."
Tyrion waved his finger lightly, and the roaring army of death roared out from every corner of the battlefield. Under the will of the great lord, they roared silently, like a dark and turbid current, sweeping away those who were showing off their might behind them.
The demon was completely overwhelmed.
"What about this war? You...are you not going to intervene?"
Grom looked at Tyrion, who tilted his head and said calmly:
