23. The era of fusion---for my lovely readers【15/20】
The vast world of death seems to have no borders.
Every undead who first enters this land of the dead will be shocked by the scene of the dead. In the center of the once wasteland, the undead of the Dark Blade have built a huge building complex here, like a building that continues to extend to all sides.
Like a city, with the operation of the Death World beacons in the Eastern Continent, Kalimdor and Northrend, a steady stream of undead souls are sent into this land every day.
This place is the same as the real world, with its own order. Those undead souls sent here, whether they are humans, dwarves, elves, Vrykul, tauren or orcs, will be stationed while they are at a loss.
The Dark Blade soldiers at the entrance to the dead world were sent into the living city.
Only then can these beings living in different areas of the world get a glimpse of the world's deepest secrets... The seemingly free world has actually been ruled by the Dark Blade for a long time!
Unfortunately, this is a secret that only the dead can know...and no undead soul can bring this news back to the living world.
The tree of reincarnation that stands in the center of the city, nourished by a large number of souls, is like a sky-like giant tree with a pale halo shining like a lighthouse dotted with countless lights.
As the halo disperses, there will always be souls that have been judged one after another. Through some connection between this tree and the present world, they will be sent back to the present civilization in the form of new life.
Life and death... This is the order of the dead world and the basis for the prosperity and development of the world. The continuous circulation of souls will maintain the number of lives in the world at a high level. As civilization becomes more prosperous, the number of souls will also increase.
More and more, this is a mutually reinforcing relationship.
As long as the soul is not too damaged, it will regain its vivid senses after entering the world of death. This land is almost the land of grace for all the undead... Every soul that enters it can regain this "
"Live", but not every soul can get what they want.
Although there are a large number of souls arriving in the death world every day, only less than one in ten million lucky ones can be allowed to retain their memories and stay in the death world. Those are the living beings who are useful to the development of the death world. They will
Temporarily get rid of the cycle of life and death and live in this world of death with an attitude of immortality until the next round of reincarnation begins, or they themselves are tired of this kind of immortality and actively choose reincarnation.
In short, under the rule of the great lord, this city of the dead has been on the right track, and it has begun to explore its power beyond the vast territory of the dead.
The Dead World under Tyrion's rule has borders...According to a research carried out by Dark Blade a few years ago, the area of the Dead World is roughly equivalent to the entire Eastern Continent plus one-third of the area of Kalimdor.
But the territory outside this world is not a connected wilderness. The reason why the Well of Eternity explosion about 10,000 years ago spread too much destructive energy was that the realm of death that intersected with the real world was also affected.
It is divided into three parts at the overall level. At the micro level, each divided piece of the dead world has a fragmented scene. It is like an archipelago suspended in the sea of death. It is difficult to connect into a whole continent, Terry
The same is true for the Death World under Ang's command. Outside this wilderness, there are many broken "islands", and each island is separated by a liquid similar to the ocean.
But the good news is that after the Tree of Reincarnation was planted and the rules of the Death World were re-completed, these islands separated by external forces gradually showed signs of reintegration, but that will take time...
"What can be expected is that at some point in the future, perhaps hundreds of years later, perhaps thousands of years later, this country of the undead will inevitably become prosperous again...even no worse than the current civilization.
.”
In the pale sky of the Death World, Tyrion looked down at the city controlled by the Dark Blade below. Looking at the orderly environment in the city, he said to the troll Death God Bwonsamdi beside him:
"Do you look forward to that future? The future after integration."
"No! I'm not looking forward to it!"
Bwonsamdi, who dressed himself very "trendy", shrugged his shoulders, and the skull decorations behind him swayed in the air. The troll with the bone mask leaned on his weird stick-like cane.
He replied in a weird tone:
"That's the perfect future in your imagination, not mine... I never think about these weird things, but then again, do you really plan to become a king in this shadow realm?
Just like Hela, calling herself the Queen of Hades."
Bwonsamdi turned his head and looked at Tyrion, who had a calm face, with his eyes under his white bone mask. He asked in a low voice:
"You have to know that commanding the dead is actually a very boring thing..."
"You and I both know that Hela is a madman."
Tyrion shook the Staff of Mist in his hand and looked at Bwonsamdi seriously:
"Do you think I look like a madman?"
After saying that, without waiting for Bwonsamdi's reply, Tyrion raised his head with some lack of interest and looked at the stars beyond the cold clouds of the Death World. He said:
"You have been in your own underworld for so many years, have you never looked up? Bwonsamdi, there are also stars here... There are so many things worth pursuing, so many scenery, so many
Story...Why should you tie yourself to the earth and become the arrogant king of the mud pit?"
"I've said it a long time ago, Azeroth, this fantastic and magnificent world, is just my starting point, far from the end...Okay, the small talk is over, let's get down to business!"
"Ah, are you finally getting down to business?"
Bwonsamdi shook the cane in his hand in boredom, and said meaningfully:
"I thought you came to me today just to have some fun...Okay~ Come with me, Tyrion. After seeing your city, it's time to go to my Hades Palace. By the way, handle the handover.
affairs..."
As he spoke, a dark red door shrouded like a blood moon slowly opened in front of Tyrion. The troll god of death Bwonsamdi turned sideways and made a "please" gesture in an elegant and funny gesture.
Ryan calmly stepped into the portal shrouded in the light of the blood moon with his staff. The next moment, he came to Bwonsamdi's palace of the underworld.
This is not the dilapidated Hades Palace located in the Nazmir Swamp in the real world that we entered through spiritual contact in Blackrock Mountain, but a real Hades Palace located in another continent in the Death World, belonging to Bwonsamdi, the God of Death.
The true Kingdom of God.
But unexpectedly, the simplicity here was a bit too much, which surprised Tyrion. He looked at the city in front of him, which was built on the endless mountains just like Zuldazar's Golden Dynasty.
, he thought that this place would be more... gorgeous.
"Is that the illusion of Dazar'alor City?"
The high lord moved his fingers. He stood on the mountain range where he landed, looking at the city built on the mountain in the distance. He looked at Bwonsamdi beside him and asked softly:
"You restored that city here? Do you have such a deep affection for it? That's not very like you, Bwonsamdi."
At this moment, the troll Death was not as chatty as before. He bent slightly and stood beside Tyrion. He also looked at the city that was exactly the same as the current city of Dazar'alor. He said softly:
"The trolls are all guessing, ah, where did Bwonsamdi, the great, cunning, evil master of death, come from?"
"Actually, I am just like them, an ordinary troll born in the city of Dazar'alor. The only thing that makes me stronger than them is that I may have better luck. This experience reminds me all the time.
, I am just an ordinary person, and I will... die. I am actually a coward, Tyrion. I am afraid of Hela's madness, so I never interfere with souls other than trolls... Just like me
Afraid of your power, I will bow down here to offer you the control of this land."
The troll Death said in a joking and self-deprecating tone:
"I am actually a person with no ambition. I have stayed in the Zandalar Islands for this long life, using Odile's seal as an excuse. In fact, I have always been very clear that I am just a god of death created by luck. You and I are still
It’s different even with Hela..."
Bwonsamdi's self-narration made Tyrion silent for a moment. The high lord closed his eyes and felt the wind of the spiritual world that was slightly different between the underworld and the death world. He whispered:
"This is a good thing, Bwonsamdi, believe me, this is a good thing..."
"Only those who are afraid can live longer and better, live cautiously, and know the limits of their abilities. This is a kind of luck. Being cautious will not bring you disaster. Those who shout to conquer destiny
, but in fact, how many people with great ambition but little talent can live to see the times change because of them? No... I misjudged you, Bwonsamdi, maybe you are a real wise man."
"Although sometimes, your jokes are not funny at all..."
A smile appeared on the corner of the big lord's mouth. He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand towards Bwonsamdi:
"Then, give it to me! Those... things I need, since you have made a decision, then fulfill it!"
"Buzz"
Something appeared in Bwonsamdi's hand. It was an elegant small crown, very similar to a king's crown. It was decorated with purple velvet and gold-trimmed emblems. This somewhat heavy crown was inlaid with red on all sides.
The gem, as the troll's fingers shook, the gem's crown shone brightly under the halo.
"This is my 'crown'."
Bwonsamdi smiled and said in a tone so gloomy that it could scare people to death:
"I entrusted Old Garni to help me steal the best and most beautiful crown from the treasure house in Dazar'alor City, but I have never worn it because I don't like this heavy thing.
It'll make your neck sore, and it'll be as scary as having the whole world on your head, but now, it's yours, this responsibility, this world, this damn mission...ah, I can finally do it
Take a break and do something I’ve always wanted to do.”
After saying that, Bwonsamdi's voice disappeared so fast that Tyrion couldn't stop him. This bastard... didn't even say goodbye!
"How rude!"
The high lord snorted in dissatisfaction, but he could guess that this delicate troll god of death probably didn't want to see the city he had built so hard being destroyed by Tyrion, so he ran away in advance.
But Tyrion is not the kind of person who burns harps and cooks cranes. Since he has promised Bwonsamdi not to interfere with the troll's cycle of life and death, he will definitely do it.
"Shua"
The figure of the little ghost Yuna, covered with holy light, appeared on Tyrion's shoulder. The little ghost shook her head from side to side, looking curiously at this place she had never been before, and at the mountain built in the distance.
Yuna looked at the troll city above. She could see the souls of many trolls going back and forth in it, as if they were continuing to live their lives in this land of the dead.
"Yuna, a gift~"
Tyrion handed the crown in his hand to Yuna. The little girl looked at the gorgeous and luxuriously decorated crown, her eyes widened and she exclaimed:
"Wow! What a beautiful hat!"
As she spoke, the little monkey-like girl reached out and placed the crown on her head diagonally. This crown made Tyrion and Bwonsamdi feel a little heavy, but Yuna felt as if
Without a trace of weight, she put the garland on top of her head on the slanted crown, then stood on the ground, pretending to do a few fun poses, and looked at her current appearance by the pool next to her.
.
Finally, the little girl jumped up on Tyrion's shoulders triumphantly. She touched the slanted crown on her head, and then said to the great lord:
"I also have a crown, and I am a little princess too, right?"
"Of course."
Tyrion shrugged. Yuna was part of his "crown". After this girl put on Bwonsamdi's "crown", the land of the dead and Hades had begun to merge at some implicit level. Maybe
In a few decades, the two pieces of land separated by the Big Bang will be reunited, and the scars left by the ancient times will slowly disappear in this world.
By that time, a true death order will be completely established, but again, this huge project will take time...
"Buzz"
Light like Bwonsamdi's iconic blood moon halo twines around Tyrion's fingers, which means that he has also begun to absorb the unique power of death in this land, and his power has become stronger.
"Um..."
The high lord looked at the troll city built by Bwonsamdi in the Death Realm in the distance, and he said softly:
"So, now there is only the last one left..."
"Hela, Hell Abyss..."
"The era of great fusion of the dead world in Azeroth, the era that I have waited for so long, the era of the undead, has finally begun..."
