A disdainful taunt sounded from the connection between the dead world and the living world. Standing at the entrance of the dead world that was quietly closing, Xalatas, wearing a purple dress and fighting in a vacuum inside, crossed his arms and faced the cold spirit.
The wind of the world stands on the edge of this desolate wilderness.
The place where she is is still some distance away from the city currently built by Dark Blade in the Death World, because the integration of the Death World and Hades has begun, and has been supplemented by new powers, allowing some of the rules of the Death World to manifest.
It is becoming more and more vivid, and more birds and beasts of the Death World are beginning to emerge from this land. However, this land of the Death World has been desolate for too long, so even if it is the first time to come to this place, it does not prevent it from being well-informed.
Xal'atath expressed his disdain for this hellish place.
If she could, she definitely didn't want to spend the rest of her life in this hellish place.
Even though Tyrion's power of death serves as some kind of guideline to allow her to adapt to the environment and rules of this new world faster, the chaotic soul belonging to the ancient gods completely enters this world filled with the power of death.
, will still make Xal'atath feel very uncomfortable, just like the fire element came to the world of water element, her existence itself is incompatible with this land.
And that kind of ubiquitous weakening power, that kind of pure death's rejection and suppression of any other power, will make Xal'atath feel very, very uncomfortable. She longs to return to the free world, even if she has lost it.
The carrier of the Blade of the Dark Empire, but if she can "steal" her freedom from Tyrion, then relying on this new body shaped by the power of flesh and blood, she can still make waves in the real world.
It's a pity that even if he thinks about it with the two meaningless lumps of white flesh on his chest, Xalatath knows that Tyrion will not give her freedom...unless he is crazy, or he has completely obtained him
trust, and compared with the first condition, the second condition may be difficult to achieve, but it is not completely impossible...
"Is your relationship really that good?"
A strange smile flashed across the beautiful face of Miss Xalatas. Standing in the cold wind blowing in the wasteland, the ancient god lady stretched out her fingers and brushed her long hair, which was shining with purple stars.
Hair, she stepped forward with her two dizzying perfect long legs, and with the flowing purple dress, she began to move towards the nearest settlement in this wilderness.
That ungentlemanly guy from the High Lord opened the door to the realm of death for her and left her here without a care, as if he was deliberately testing her so-called "loyalty". Xal'atath sneered at this.
, but she soon discovered that she had guessed wrong.
In the distant sky with a slightly pale halo, several frost dragons flapping their wings were carrying some capable death knights, quickly moving towards the place where Xal'atath was, covering the bodies of those frost dragons.
Judging from the dark blue steel armor, they should be the elite knights of the Dark Blade Legion, and the leader of them is the most trusted death lord of Tyrion... Rogelio Sunfury.
"Hua Hua Hua"
The huge bone dragons also regained their true senses in the death world. The bodies of these giant dragons are still the bones mixed with the cold atmosphere, but in the eye sockets of the dragon bones, there is already a faint blue light that represents wisdom.
Under the command of the Death Dragon Knight, these giant dragons flapped their wings, set off gusts of cold wind, and landed on the wilderness in front of Miss Xalatas.
The beautiful and seductive purple dresses of those storm-blown ladies are constantly flying, and the seductive spring scenery is spreading everywhere as if they are free of charge. Unfortunately... there is no real life here. These dead men, for
This physical temptation really lacks expression.
"Miss Sarah!"
Wearing a black lord's military uniform and a black big-brimmed hat decorated with the Dark Blade emblem, Lord Rogelio, who had an unsmiling and serious face, very much in line with the traditional undead image, wore riding boots and took a few steps forward. He looked up and down.
The strange life form in front of him finally focused his attention on the top of Xalatath's long purple hair, the curled up black hair, which seemed to be a symbol.
"I have been ordered to welcome you to Darkblade City, where you will go through the portal to the world of Draenor. There is the first mission you will perform after joining Darkblade!"
"Oh, boring dead man."
Miss Xalatas didn't care at all about the toughness in Rogelio's words. She did obey the high lord, but that was because the high lord had a power powerful enough to convince her. For the Void, which worshiped chaos, this was the only choice.
The standard for testing whether a leader is qualified, and obeying Tyrion does not mean that she has to obey other people in this ridiculous army.
She stretched out her hand lazily, covered her mouth, yawned, and said in a very irritated voice:
"I'm tired. I need a place to rest. I don't want to do tasks or anything like that, and I have no interest at all. Okay, attendant, take me to my palace now!"
"Finally, call me Lady Xalatas or Her Majesty, Sarah? That's a ridiculous title!"
Xal'atath's very rude response did not make Rogelio show embarrassment or anger. The light in the death lord's eyes did not even change. Looking at the very uncooperative Xal'atath, Rogelio
Glio shook his head, and with his left hand covered in black leather gloves, he waved the riding crop downwards. The few "Dragon Knights" standing behind him, wearing black heavy armor, stepped forward.
step.
"Wow"
A certain power that made Xal'atath extremely disgusted was slightly emitted at this moment. With a slight collision of gears, the black heavy armor on the tall knights spread out like an expansion, revealing the cyan color inside.
The bodies made of rock, and the metal armors like metal bone plates were fixed on the bodies of these rock knights with special parts, just like putting a layer of slightly weird metal armor on these already powerful rock knights.
Along with the opening sound of the special weapon, the top of the Titan energy lance made in the Nalaksha engine shone with blue Titan sparks, like some kind of electric shock weapon, held by those rock knights.
in hand.
"It's not that we don't have the means to counter you, Miss Sarah."
Rogelio swung the riding crop in the air:
"I am very aware of your threat, so before I come, the 2,000 Dark Blade Titan Guards in Dark Blade City have been assembled. If you continue to be uncooperative, I will be happy to conduct a "weapons test" in this wilderness.
"To be honest, I'm also very curious... How many Titan Guards are needed for an ancient god like you who has no body and an incomplete soul to... completely kill you here?"
"How about it? Do you want to take a risk?"
As expected, he is one of Tyrion's most trusted death lords. Rogelio's threatening way is exactly the same as that of the great lord. He is straightforward, domineering and a little rude, although the process is not simple.
Elegant, but often achieve what they want quickly.
And Miss Xalatas stood in the middle of this wasteland with an ugly expression. She could clearly sense the threat of these rock knights. It was not worth mentioning to her, but the pure titan flowing in this rock body
But their power is very restrained for individuals like them. More importantly, if there are 2,000 rock knights waiting in full formation as the damn Death Lord in front of me said...
Then she will inevitably fall into a terrible and hard battle, and the most terrible thing is that this is the world of death... Here, the undead will not die here, but she is not favored by this world, and she can't even escape
There is no one who can come out of here, this is a different world in the true sense!
"Tch, rude guy."
The young lady turned her pretty face to one side, folded her arms, and said sternly:
"I am not as experienced as you dead guys. Where is the Black Blade City? Lead the way! Hurry up!"
"Okay, then come with me, Miss Sarah."
Rogelio didn't really mean to force Xal'atas. He just gave this unruly hot potato a kick. After the rock knights received the order, the black armor on their bodies quickly closed up again, making them become
They looked like the fully-armed death knights before, and although they had changed their life forms, their souls were still death knights loyal to the Dark Blade, and their identities had not changed.
The frost dragon flew very fast. In just ten minutes, they landed on the black tower in the center of the increasingly large Dark Blade City. Under the leadership of the silent Rogelio, Xalatas
She was quickly taken into a reception room, where an arakkoa wearing a black robe and a strange crown was waiting for her.
"This is General Claw of the Tongtian Peak Palace, Lord Crow!"
Rogelio stretched out his hand and introduced the black arakkoa in front of Xalatas. Although its feathers were well maintained and had some brightly colored embellishments, its eyes that glowed with dark red light were...
It can be seen that this Crow Man is also an undead.
"He will lead you to the world of Draenor to meet a special guest! And what you have to do is all in this letter."
Rogelio took out a letter from the lining pocket of his military uniform and handed it to Xalatas. He waved his hand, and a banshee maid floated into the reception room holding a black ladies uniform.
It is a new uniform, specially made for Xal'atath, with a feminine beret and a pleated skirt. Of course, she can also choose to wear long pants and riding boots.
"Well, these dead people are quite thoughtful."
After Rogelio left, only Miss Xalatas and the Silent Crow General were left in the reception room. The Miss Xalatas twisted the top of the uniform with two fingers, looked at it in front of her eyes, and then
Nodding with satisfaction, she waved her hand, and the long skirt that evolved with the power of the void suddenly dissipated into purple mist. This very wild woman once again exposed her body to another person.
Before the eyes of a famous male.
However... the crow is also an undead, and a high-level undead. It will not react to the white body in front of it. On the contrary, when Xal'atath changes clothes, it seems to be asleep.
He stood there motionless with his eyes closed.
Soon, the young lady changed her clothes. She stood in front of the mirror, with her hands on her hips, looking at her own image. This black uniform set off her body very well, making her feel heroic, especially the black one.
The riding boots and fastened belt gave her an unexpected military look, even though the image reflected in the mirror showed only a twisted and corrupt shadow...
"Shua"
Xal'atath put the beret on her head. She looked back at the crow and asked:
"Tell me, who is that guest? If he is a madman who dares to face the ancient gods, then let me guess, he is either a void creature, like me, or a void follower? For example, those who study the void
Waiting for creatures..."
"It's a virtual spirit!"
The crow finally spoke, its bird eyes blinked rapidly, and then said in a hoarse and low voice:
"A virtual spirit who calls himself "Double Realm Walker" is the guest of the Great Lord, but he is unwilling to rush into Azeroth controlled by the Dark Blade, so he chose the meeting place in the world of Draenor.
The edge of the sky, a place very close to the stars, where only the wings of the arakkoa can barely get close."
"I thought the great lord would go to see him in person, but I didn't expect that Tyrion would choose a representative for himself... You are very suitable! At least as a representative, you are very suitable."
A flash of light flashed in the crow's dark red eyes:
"You and him, I can feel that you control the same power... In addition, the high lord asked Queen Lexi to find a future office location for you on the overseas islands of Draenor, so I guess,
We might be neighbors for a while."
"Office?"
Xalatas glanced at the letter in her hand with some confusion. She opened it. There were only a few sentences on it, but it made the young lady squint her eyes. She looked at those few sentences repeatedly. Finally, Sara
Tas showed a weird smile.
"Pour the power of the void into life and cultivate a group of elves who can control the power of the void to cure the weird addiction... Look, he also gave it a nice name, "Lang"
Dore", the Void Elf!"
"Sure enough, his heart and his eyes have accepted all possible paths. Sure enough, this is what makes him stronger than ignorant mortals. He will not be afraid of the consequences of failure and dare not move forward. For
To win the final victory, he is willing to pay all costs, he is willing to take risks...very good, very good!"
The young lady rubbed the black Broken Blade badge in her hand. After a few chuckles, she pinned the badge on the chest of her uniform. Then, with a very mature charm, she straightened her beret and her hair.
, she looked at General Crow in front of her and said softly:
"I've accepted this mission!"
"Now, take me to meet the dual realm walker... Let me see what these nasty ethereal spirits have become after they lost their hometown due to the surge of void tens of thousands of years ago."
