Chapter 1159 57. Thrall and the World

It is almost impossible for the living with fresh life to enter the realm of death.

As strong as a demon lord, at the moment of being thrown into the dead world, the powerful life will be washed away by the endless wind of the spirit world in this world, leaving only a bone, let alone those weak people. When you come into contact with the breath of the dead, your soul and fragile life will be taken away. This is not a place where the living should seek. There are only the dead here, and there is only death here.

But the inability of life to step into this world does not mean that the soul is incapable.

The soul itself has no difference between life and death. It is the aggregate of consciousness and thinking. In theory, it can enter the realm of death, provided that the soul is strong enough so that it will not be blown away by the cold wind of the spirit world. .

Although in most cases, the soul and the body are closely integrated, once the soul leaves the body, it means that death is approaching, but in extremely special cases, such as Thrall's situation at this time, the incarnation of death In the case of summoning, although his soul has stepped into the realm of death, he will not really die.

The Three Swordsmen of Tyrion sent Thrall to the entrance of the Lonely Castle, which is not far from Dark Blade City, so when Thrall stepped on the castle steps, he could still see the largest city in the Dead Realm , he could see those dead people living in that city, bustling like an ordinary city, and the miraculous tree of reincarnation, that pale, with endless branches, as if in mid-air It's like covering the entire Dark Blade City.

That is the center of the dead world. That tree is responsible for the cycle of life and death in this world, keeping it in balance. It is the most original and stable force that pushes world civilization forward.

Few living people have the honor to see the true face of the tree of reincarnation. Only those souls who are the luckiest and most admired by the king of death are able to see this spectacle that only belongs to death.

Thrall was one of those lucky ones.

Speaking of which, when Thrall was still young, he met Tyrion. On the night that Dunholde Castle burned, the fate of many people was changed, including Thrall and his family. Sister Taresa, Tyrion led the death knights into the fortress, took back his brother, killed General Blackmoore, and released Thrall and Taresa from the fate of slaves and servants .

That night, Thrall faced Tyrion directly. At that time, Tyrion was just a high-ranking death knight, he hadn't recovered his humanity, and he wasn't as powerful as he is now. In a sense, Thrall It can be regarded as witnessing the legendary rise of the great lord with his own eyes, and watching him step by step to his current position.

Thrall once held the Necromancer sword that the great lord personally carved the runes. For a long time, the sharp, frosty one-handed sword belonged to the two children Thrall and Taressa. The best weapon for self defense.

This green-skinned orc can be regarded as an "old friend" of the great lord.

"boom"

The soul walks in the dead world, and will have a body shaped by energy. Thrall, who is like a ghost, stretches out his hand and pushes open the door in front of him. Amidst the low sound, the second-floor hall of the Lonely Castle opens the way to Thrall. It is a quaint hall with a red carpet.

The great lord Tyrion was sitting at the end of the hall, and the lit cigar smoke gave off a rich aroma. The smoke covered the face of the great lord, and on the table in front of him were two wine glasses. , which has been filled with red liquid.

"What are you doing there?"

Seeing Thrall standing at the entrance of the hall, wearing a black blindfold, the great lord who covered his left eye glanced at the soul with his right eye. With a gesture, he hooked his hand towards Thrall:

"Come here and drink with me!"

Hearing Tyrion's call, Thrall hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward. He hesitated and sat on the chair opposite the high lord. The latter raised his wine glass and raised his hand to Thrall:

"Look, the kid back then has now become a great chieftain, and I haven't congratulated you yet."

"Do you remember?"

Thrall was also taken aback, and he subconsciously asked:

"I mean, Dunholde Castle?"

"Of course I do."

The high lord smoked his cigar, and between puffs, his one eye glistened with memory, and he said:

"Everything that happened that night, everything in my past memory, I remember very clearly, every detail, even every expression, you protected that little girl, what's her name? Taresa, right? ? At that time, you were only in your teens, and you were still an out-and-out child, but you were very courageous and dared to attack me, and you were not infected by the magic blood, so I let you go."

Speaking of which, the great lord made a fool of himself. He took a sip of his wine, looked at Thrall with one eye, and said in a low voice:

"Would you like to hear a secret, Thrall?"

"Um?"

The orc chieftain blinked, he nodded, before his eyes, the great lord lowered his voice, he said:

"Actually, when I saw you, I knew...you were destined to make a big career, so I let you go. If you were just a nobody, you might not survive that night."

This answer made Thrall dumbfounded. He was sure that the high lord was just joking.

Although the current appearance is very inconsistent with the image of Tyrion in the hearts of the general public, it has to be said that the gesture of the great lord made Thrall, who was a little nervous, relax. He picked up his glass and sipped Taking a sip of blood wine, Thrall heaved a sigh of relief after feeling the chill that went straight into the depths of his soul and the ensuing sobriety.

He raised his head and looked at the great lord Tyrion, who was leaning on the chair with a smile on his lips, and said:

"For a while, there were rumors that you are indeed omniscient and omnipotent, and I am a shaman. Occasionally we would use elemental spells to try to predict the future, but to be honest, I don't really believe that there are omniscient and omnipotent people in this world, regardless of No matter how you explain what happened that night, my sister and I will be sincerely grateful to you...for letting us live."

"Tch, it's really boring."

Seeing Thrall's answer one by one, the great lord seemed to have lost interest in joking, he sat up straight, and said:

"You should know that I came to you today not just for a glass of wine, I want to give you something, Sal, you can understand it as a blessing, of course, I hope you can use it properly It is, after all, your war coming."

Tyrion tapped his finger on the empty table, and the scepter exuding the power of the earth appeared in front of Thrall. As a shaman, Thrall sensed the scepter immediately He was a little surprised by the huge power contained in it.

"This is..."

"The authority of the guardian of the earth, with it, you can command the power of the earth in Azeroth. Of course, how much response you can elicit depends on how powerful your spiritual power is."

The great lord played with the scepter in his hand, and said:

"If your spirit is as strong as mine, then with just a snap of your fingers, you can tear the earth apart and destroy half of the world's creatures."

"I...why would I do that?"

Thrall asked suspiciously:

"And, why me? I heard that your daughter, Your Excellency Dornan, is also a powerful shaman. Elder Nobundo admired the potential of Your Excellency Dornan very much. He believed that His Excellency Dornan would be The future most powerful shaman in all of Azeroth."

"Dornan has her own destiny, and I cannot forcefully interfere."

The great lord waved his hand, and the authority of the earth danced back and forth between his fingers. He said:

"As for why you, let me think... Well, maybe it's because I think you're a good fit, that's all."

Of course, this answer does not satisfy Thrall. He is the great chief of the tribe. He has his own way of thinking about problems. He is also wise enough not to see a good thing and hold it in his own hands. Too many things happened in this world in the past. The matter of this has taught a person like Thrall a true truth, that what he gets and what he pays must be balanced.

You get a lot, you have to give a lot, maybe more.

The orc shaman looked at the High Lord and said:

"Are you all so casual when you big shots make decisions?"

"certainly!"

Tyrion nodded seriously:

"When the Titans chose to guard the dragon, they also thought this way. They thought the dragon was very good, so they gave the dragon power, and then caused a series of messes. They can do this, and I can do the same. do... but the difference between me and them is..."

The great lord picked up the wine glass and drank the blood wine in one gulp. He put the glass on the table, then turned his head and looked at Thrall. A trace of coldness flashed through the only remaining one eye that made Thrall's soul feel like falling into an ice cave. meaning.

"If you let me down, Thrall...you don't want to know the end you'll face."

The orc opened and closed his mouth, probably wanting to say something, but he didn't say anything, but looked down at the scepter emitting the halo of the earth element. After a while, he said:

"Can I refuse?"

"Did I give you the right to refuse?"

Tyrion answered Thrall's last question with a rhetorical question.

The atmosphere in the hall became stagnant. After a few seconds, the High Lord stood up and walked behind Thrall. He patted the orc on the shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, it's just a power of the earth. What I want to hand over to you is not a terrifying weapon that can destroy the world in an instant. With it, you can better protect your clansmen, and the coming one that belongs to you In this war, to better fight for this world, you need some super-spec weapons, and the reason I give it to you is because you are wise enough to use it. And..."

"In the history that hasn't happened yet, you've proven that you can use it well."

"etc!"

Thrall turned his head suddenly, he looked at the great lord, and he asked:

"You said just now that this is our war? You mean, when Sargeras strikes, you and your Dark Blade will not participate in the war?"

"how?"

Thrall's question made Tyrion let out an odd laugh, and he looked at the orc:

"Without me, the great devil, participating in the battle, are you... afraid?"

The big lord's question made Thrall embarrassed. The orc chief was a little unconfident, and said bluntly:

"I'm a little scared. After all, it's the Dark Titan... the strongest creature among the stars, who can't be afraid?"

Tyrion shook his head, he didn't say anything, but picked up the scepter of the authority of the earth, walked behind Thrall, raised the scepter in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"We'll go to war, but Thrall, you wouldn't be so foolish as to think that Sargeras would come here alone, would you?"

"Thal, I can no longer enter the world, I can only use my own way to try to stop Sargeras' footsteps, and I can't intervene in the war of the world... The Dark Blade will go to the battlefield with you, but the undead will also go to war. You can't stop all the demons that are stirring up in the stars, as well as those stubborn elements. You have to understand, Thrall, this will be your last trial... If you die like that, it can only mean that you are just A disappointing failure."

"What's more, you are no longer children who need to be protected... You should also learn to face everything by yourself."

Tyrion held the khaki scepter with both hands, and the heavy death force suppressed Thrall on the chair at this moment, making it impossible for the orc to stand up or even struggle. He could only watch helplessly, the great lord will The scepter of the earth pierced his body.

"Only when you get out of the cradle and win the future for yourself with your own hands, can you be qualified to step into the stars..."

In the brilliance of the power of the elements, the light belonging to the earth enveloped Thrall. Thrall felt that his soul was injected with huge energy. The energy was so huge that the orcs could feel it. My soul is being torn apart bit by bit.

He let out a deep roar, which was a painful roar, and in that roar, the high lord turned a deaf ear to it. Little by little, with a calm expression, he pierced the authority of the earth into Thrall's soul. said:

"So, this time, boys, you're on your own..."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you...the process of integrating authority, just like the process of your growth, may, a little..."

"pain..."