Chapter 26 25. Death. The Beginning

What is the world after death like?

This question will probably never find an answer in the world of the living, and it has no meaning for the dead.

In the dark tunnel, Tyrion's cold body was placed in a coffin made of stone. The soul infusion ceremony was completed a few days ago, but although the soul has returned to the body, the elf has no intention of resurrecting immediately , This situation disappointed Terongol who presided over the ceremony. In the ceremony of making a death knight, such dead silence meant the failure of the ceremony.

Tyrion should have been destroyed at that time, but it was a special test product after all, so after Terongol left, Tyrion was thrown into this dead silent tunnel. If he remained silent like this, Then waiting for his ending would be to be completely forgotten, or to be burned by the orcs when the tunnel was cleared one time.

But the story will not progress to such a boring ending. Under the appearance of death, in this silent body, in the spirit deep in Tyrion's body, the cruel scuffle has never stopped, which is related to this The dispute over the final use of the body.

"I am Durag the ruler! The most powerful and talented warlock of the Shadow Council! I will not die in such a humble way!"

The voice of a crazy female orc echoed in my mind. This is a weak soul hiding in Tyrion's mind. Maybe she was once very powerful, but the magic power supporting the soul was completely absorbed by Tyrion's elf body After that, she no longer had the power to manipulate destruction.

"Give this body to me!!"

Her soul screamed from Tyrion's perspective. This soul existed in a special form, not like an orc at all. Her soul had scales, twisted wings, sharp claws and burning around the soul. The magic fire looks frightening, like a legendary demon.

Probably because of the long-term practice of the warlock's shadow magic and signing too many contracts with the demons in the void, the soul of this female orc warlock began to change in the form of a demon.

And when Tyrion noticed her, she was fighting another soul hiding in Tyrion's body, the soul of an old grizzled orc.

This guy doesn't look much different from an ordinary orc. He has the iconic fangs of an orc, his rough face is covered with wrinkles, and there are shining spells on his arms. His soul is still wearing a white robe. , although it looks ordinary, compared to Durag's twisted soul, this old orc's soul is much more solid.

In this battle of souls, he firmly holds the upper hand.

"Stupid Warlock! How can your soul that has been polluted by evil energy be no match for my pure soul and will!"

In the soul fight, the old orc didn't look old at all, just like a real orc warrior, he swung a punch and knocked Durag to the ground. He easily reached out and grabbed Durag's neck , holding her high in the air, the eyes of the old orc psychic were filled with hatred and disgust:

"Draenor wouldn't have died if it weren't for your misuse of fel power! That broken world broke the noble will of the orcs, and you... you bastards twisted the orc souls!"

"Maybe in the confrontation of magic, ten of us are not your opponent! But in the battle of souls, we who sincerely serve our ancestors... are invincible!!"

"click"

With a crisp sound, the neck of the female orc's soul body was broken, and her dark red body disappeared silently in the hands of the old orc, but soon, it revived in another place, exactly the same as the soul just now, but A little weaker.

This is a battle between souls, and breaking the neck is not a loss, but judging from the state of the two, their battle has already begun when they were imprisoned by the elf body, and it has continued until now. The two have victories and losses, but to be honest, this never-ending battle has exhausted both souls.

And when they started the next battle, a voice suddenly sounded in this spiritual world.

"You... who are you?"

"Who! Who's talking!"

The ruler Durag raised his head suddenly, trying to find the third voice, and the old orc also stopped attacking, he shouted:

"Are you also a victim of this bloody elf corpse? Who are you? A warlock? Or someone else?"

This question silenced the voice. After more than ten seconds of dead silence, the voice replied in a daze:

"Well... I, I seem to be called... Tyrion? It seems to be this name... What are you doing? Why are you here? Why are you fighting?"

"Stupid question, you're definitely not a warlock!"

Durag snorted disdainfully: "A body can only be controlled by one soul. Only by killing this old immortal, as well as you, and absorbing your souls, will I have enough power to regain control of this weird elf. Body... I will not live humblely in the form of a soul! I am destined to become the strongest warlock!"

The old orc didn't despise it, but took the opportunity to shout:

"Tyrion! Maybe you are a dead orc warrior or something, it doesn't matter! Come and help me kill this stupid warlock and feed our souls with her soul, I promise, as long as I control this body , I will definitely help you find another suitable body!"

"I'm a psychic, and soul extraction and infusion are things I'm good at!"

The old orc's words made Durag's eyes tighten, and she immediately realized that she had made a mistake, so she hurriedly shouted:

"Don't believe him, this old bastard is very cunning, just look at me! He is the real dangerous guy, come on, you and I join forces, let's kill this old bastard who is the most threatening, and then... .In the name of Warlock, I promise that I will definitely help you find a perfect home! I can even sign a contract with you!"

"You have to trust me! Only warlocks... are masters at manipulating souls!"

The voice was silent again, and after a while, he said softly:

"So, it is because of the existence of the two of you that I can't open my eyes... Indeed, I can cooperate with any of you and kill the other, but doing so... the risk is too great, or It's safer to kill them all!"

This ferocious speech made Durag and the old orc stunned at the same time, and then the two laughed mockingly at the same time:

"Who do you think you are! In front of the psychic, you dare to say such arrogant big words without shame!"

"You are facing the strongest warlock in the future, idiot! There is no need for your soul to exist anymore!"

"boom"

The next moment, the entire sea of ​​spirits began to vibrate and collapse. This scene made the laughing warlock and the psychic stupefied at the same time. The mysterious third voice said in the scene of the world falling apart:

"why not?"

"This is...my body! Your soul, your knowledge, your memory...I want them all!!"

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"swish"

Tyrion's eyes snapped open, and there was a silent darkness in his eyes.

The eyes are not dark red when the ruler Durag occupied them, but there is a faint blue in the pupils, which is no different from the eyes of Tyrion, or more indifferent and ruthless, just like a piece of real ice .

There was some confusion in his opened eyes, probably because of the reality of being resurrected from the dead, or because of the sequelae of absorbing two different souls at the same time.

The fragments mixed in the souls of Durag and the psychic, as well as the memories and knowledge wrapped in those fragments, poured into Tyrion's will like a tide, making his unstable soul feel like being torn apart pain.

But this pain is actually a good thing. It is precisely because of the existence of this pain that Tyrion realizes that he is truly alive, not a ridiculous dream after death.

"boom"

After ten minutes of cultivation and adaptation, the tearing pain in his brain was slightly relieved for a moment, but it was still like a needle prick. With some difficulty, he controlled his body and sat up from the sarcophagus. Fumbled around the naked upper body.

Tyrion's memory still stays in the forest of the Hinterlands, in the scene where he and Saurfang were fighting to the death, and was pierced through the heart by the powerful orc warlord, that was when he died memory.

But now, there are still traces of sutures in his heart, but inside his body, there is no heart.

He turned over from the sarcophagus and stood on the ground. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt unaccustomed... This cold body has neither the breath nor the emotions of the living, just like throwing his soul After entering a battle armor, there is no longer the tactile feeling that is naturally connected with flesh and blood.

"boom"

Tyrion turned around sharply, and punched the sarcophagus behind him with a fist. There was a strange pain from his clenched fist. His nerves still had complete perception of the pain, but his soul seemed to be insulated from the pain. He could clearly I can feel the concept of "pain", but my thinking seems to be extremely slow, and I can no longer react instinctively to pain immediately.

The pain only acts on his body, not on his mind and senses at the same time...

"Death knight!"

A word from Durag's soul fragments suddenly jumped into Tyrion's mind. He stretched out his bloody fingers and rubbed his forehead, bit by bit, releasing the chaotic memories .

"Using a living soul to control a dead body is like a knight controlling a war horse. There is no need to consider the situation of the dead body on the battlefield. With the soul of a warlock, you can control shadow magic at the same time between battles. 200% amazing combat power..."

There was a glimmer of darkness in Tyrion's eyes. He opened his palm and looked at his own fingers that were no different from before except that they were thinner and colder:

"So, I also became the orc's secret weapon of war? Became one of the first generation DK?"

It stands to reason that after knowing this, Tyrion should have been filled with anger, wishing to find those orcs to fight to the death, but no!

There was no anger, no hatred, and even the incident of being killed by Saurfang in the memory did not have the emotional fluctuations that should have been there.

It's not that he is extremely rational, but simply lacks this kind of emotion...Those instinctive thinking and senses seem to have been removed from the soul, as if they never existed.

On the contrary, when one is a living person, those memories that are tightly hidden from reality become clearer because the body is dead.

Tyrion pressed his fingers to his chest and closed his eyes in the darkness.

"Missing... my soul, my will, a part is missing... I... am no longer whole."

"Ka Ka Ka"

Fingers that lacked warmth clenched into fists in the darkness, and the collision of bones made a crisp sound. In the dead darkness, Tyrion quickly accepted this cold reality, and he turned and walked towards the exit of the dark tunnel.

"These bastards, sooner or later...kill them all!"