Chapter 420 34. Elegy. Heavy Duty (Part 1)

"What? Stand by?"

Luminas stood on the wall of the northeastern fortress of Arathi in the dawn, watching the battle group instructions sent by the arakkoa messenger, she couldn't bear the doubts in her heart, and beside him, Rogelio and Da Nas was silent.

Tyrion could have used a more convenient spiritual connection to give this order, but he didn't. Instead, he used a slower and more easily exposed messenger. This behavior itself is worth pondering.

"Something happened, there's no doubt about it."

Danas looked at the beauty of the green plains of the Arathi Highlands at dawn, on which there were still some luggage and supplies left by the human tribes who had evacuated rapidly at night, and in the attack last night, it was almost as if the undead artillery fired In an instant, the human army on the northeast line of defense began to withdraw, as if the two sides were playing a double act, and the tacit cooperation was like the two armies handing over the ownership of the fortress.

Neither side had much loss, except that the undead lost some skeleton soldiers from the simple landmines buried under the grass when the humans left.

"He let us return to Stormwind City directly from the battlefield?"

Luminas read the letter, her beautiful face was full of question marks, she looked back at Rogelio, expecting to get more news from Tyrion's most trusted elf lord, and Rogelio He just coughed lightly and shook his head towards her.

"In short, just go back. Lord Danas is right. Something happened. It's very important."

"Is there anything more important than defeating the human empire?"

Luminas replied:

"We came to this world, isn't it for this? Destroy them, and then rebuild a new order on the ruins!"

"Of course there is!"

Rogelio glanced at Luminas, and said softly:

"Do you still remember your original intention to join the Dark Blade Knights? Why did we gather together? The time has come, Lumi, the time to unleash the blade of revenge has come."

Luminas froze in place, but a moment later, a creepy grin appeared on her beautiful face, she stretched out her blood red tongue and licked her lips, the war command in her hand was crumpled into a ball, Then, amid the icy breath, it turned into debris flying all over the sky.

"That's great! I've been waiting too long."

At the same time, in another world far away, in Draenor's gathering place of life, in the environment where the dead rule the world, but in the strange and prosperous city of exiles Shattrath, the blood mistress is alone Stand in front of the ruler of Shattrath, Naaru Adar.

Alleria raised her head and looked directly at Naru, who was shining with endless light, and said softly:

"I came here this time to deliver a message for my husband, a very important message for the Holy Light Legion."

"The Burning Legion is about to reach Azeroth, and my husband and his warriors will fight demons in that world, just as he has done in this world, and before going to war, he has a request."

"hum"

Naru Adal's crystal-like body shrouded in endless holy light made a light vibration sound, just like a piece of music. Amid the music-like sound, A'dal's deep voice also sounded:

"Say it."

"Turalyon, no matter where you sent Turalyon, my husband asks you to hide Turalyon's whereabouts from now on, and can't be known by the devil. He has appeared in any place other than Azeroth! In Dark Blade's plan to set up an ambush to attack the demons, the soul that truly belongs to Turalyon will play a very important role!"

Alleria said calmly:

"You have no right to object, and you must, if you want to see demons crumble in Azeroth."

This request made Naru Adar silent for a moment, and the light shining on its body caused more and more waves, as if it was in contact with some existence. After a while, A'dal's gentle voice sounded again:

"Grand Knight Turalyon is the most beloved warrior of the Holy Light. He is repairing his broken soul in the Legion of the Holy Light. I have told the Mother of the Holy Light to postpone his participation in the holy endless war... But this is not a compromise, it is only a concession made by our mutual enemies... We, like you, look forward to seeing the demons fall."

"very good."

Alleria nodded, and before leaving, she looked back at Naru again and said:

"I know you have been keeping in touch with Velen, tell him for me, during this period of time, no matter what he saw in Azeroth, let him shut up about the things he shouldn't say, Until the demons truly fail."

"If we're lucky, this time, the Burning Legion will be really hurt."

A'dal uttered another light hymn, and after a while, he said softly:

"I hope so too."

At the same time, under the ruins of the original Cathedral of the Holy Light in Stormwind City, in a secret room hidden deep in the church, Tyrion was talking to a lost soul, among all the souls swallowed by the apocalypse, the One of the best kept and most intact.

"I need a soul who has the courage to give her all to a just cause, and I've been looking forward to your initiative to join us in our cause."

Tyrion stood behind the statue of the Holy Light Church, looking at the soul half kneeling in front of the sculpture, praying silently. It was a very familiar soul. The soul has created a special space that allows him to move freely in the form of a ghost.

And when the soul finished its sincere prayer, stood up, and turned its head, it was Turalyon's handsome and resolute face that caught his eyes.

Yes, this is the soul that originally belonged to the Great Knight of Turalyon. On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, he was captured by Apocalypse. Until one day ago, he was quietly protected in the soul furnace of the Dark Temple, and his existence, It is also one of the biggest secrets of the Dark Blade Legion.

Tyrion did not abuse him. On the contrary, he was very generous to Turalyon's soul, because he needed Turalyon to undertake a terrible and important mission when necessary, and now, the time has come.

"I'm not sure if what you're saying is true or not."

Turalyon's soul is very gentle and calm, without the irritability of the dead at all, just like the gentle and sincere, brave and firm knight in his life. He looked directly into Tyrion's eyes and said softly:

"But I have seen all that. I have seen the whole process of the confrontation between Dark Blade and the devil. Perhaps at least in this respect, you do represent some kind of justice. Even I cannot slander you in the process of fighting against the devil. It was a great sacrifice."

"Do you think this world can resist the demons coming in full force?"

Tyrion asked:

"Do you think that with the current human empire, even if I stop attacking, do they alone be able to stop the demon's evil striker? Not to mention the ensuing world crisis."

"well..."

The great knight's soul sighed, and he shook his head:

"If what you said is true, then they cannot stop them, and they will only become the next victim to be destroyed by the demon."

"So would you like to join us?"

Tyrion asked again:

"I'm not asking you to join us against your former friends and brothers, you should be clear about this, I'm giving you a chance to save them! From the hopeless doomsday when all souls are thrown into the abyss, the possibility of saving them! And to do that, you need to make sacrifices that are horrific than you can imagine..."

"If it's all about defending my world against incoming demons, then I will."

Turalyon didn't hesitate too much, he looked at Tyrion:

"During the years when I lost my body, I thought about it a lot, and I realized that behind the justice of the Holy Light, there is also endless and deep darkness. Everything has two sides, and I would like to believe you, Tyrion... .From the things you have done in the past, I have seen a soul that has a heart for justice but is not understood. You and I are actually no different."

"No, we're very different."

The Dark Blade King shook his head, and at the call of his will, Vagri Agatha appeared behind him flapping his wings, and in Agatha's hand, he held a special soul that shone with black light. stone.

"This is an interesting soul. The soul and body of the Nathrezim are integrated and inseparable from each other. They have their own methods to protect the immortality of the soul, but unfortunately, there is nothing in front of the rules of death. It cannot be changed."

Val'kyr handed the soul stone to the great knight Turalyon. Under the pale visor, Val'kyr expressed his respect for the human soul who was about to undertake a terrible mission.

"What you have accepted is a cruel fate. Anyone who has the courage to accept it should be respected supremely."

Turalyon saw the pure Val'kyr for the first time. He looked at Agatha in front of him curiously. After a while, he took the black soul stone from the Val'kyr. Tyrion:

"What's this?"

"A soul of the Nathrezim lord who has been suppressed with the help of the god of death in this world and still retains all his memories..."

Tyrion looked at the black soul stone, and said softly:

"This soul was once sealed within the body of a willing mage, the only way to trap these cunning dreadlords, but I got it anyway, and now, it's yours...it will be your disguise , Turalyon, with it, you can become the deadliest stinger we have penetrated into the Legion."

"Hehe, the most wonderful thing is that devouring and manipulating souls is the talent of Nathrezim. And the fusion of souls means that as long as you don't take the initiative to expose your abnormality, no one will notice your abnormality, but You have to make sure you're keeping it under control, and if you let it go, it's going to knock you back, it's dangerous, but it's worth it."

The big knight understood what the Dark Blade King meant, and he said softly:

"You want me to voluntarily transform into a demon?"

"No, what I want you to be is a hero with an indestructible heart of justice and a devilish appearance."

Tyrion didn't hide anything, he said bluntly:

"I know, you are wondering why I chose you, but I can only tell you that history has proved that you are a person who can undertake such a cruel and great mission. I have seen the history that never happened but actually existed. Your unyielding will..."

"Hehe, you really think highly of me."

The great knight showed a smile, he didn't hesitate too much, turned around, he looked at the Holy Light statue in front of him, and then infiltrated his soul into the black soul stone, a moment later, a distorted and strange black Shadow rushed out of the soul stone, and amidst the hellish howls and firm prayers to the Holy Light, the two souls gradually merged into one.

It was a painful process, like tearing your own soul apart and bonding it with another strange soul. Tyrion and Agatha watched the transformation, and they saw Turalyon's soul go up. The overflowing pain, and the outrageous firmness of the great knight.

At the moment when his face was about to be contorted, Turalyon looked back at Tyrion with his own darkening eyes:

"Leave them alone...this is my last request."

Tyrion didn't answer, he just answered the wrong question and said:

"I don't need to do this, Turalyon. There are many people under my command who would be willing to help the human race when it is about to end, and they have already started to do it. You only need to know that, for my part, I I don't intend to destroy humanity, I just want them to be more united, more determined... so determined that they can face any challenge alone and overcome them."

"Fine...I will, watch it all."

The great knight uttered the last sentence. The first half of the sentence was still his voice, and the second half of the sentence became a distorted, deep voice that made people's scalp tingle.

And as the last ray of holy light dissipated, the purest darkness completely occupied the secret room under the church. In front of Tyrion, there was a tall, dark red bat with four bat wings on its back and a black forehead. The demon has long horns, recurved demon hooves, gorgeous and weird armor covering the whole body, and the dreadlord with hands like the sharpest hell claws appeared in the darkness.

It looked at Tyrion with its black eyes, and after a while, it put its sharp claws in front of its eyes, and black sparks danced between the collisions of the knife-like nails.

And Tyrion was also looking at it, and after a while, the King of Dark Blades asked:

"May I have your name?"

The Dread Demon King subconsciously replied:

"Tula... no no no, my name is...Kasana Tier, the vanguard of the Legion hidden in the world of Azeroth, a member of the Dreadlord Council, a very ancient dark walker, yes, this it is me."

Amid treacherous laughter, the dreadlord pointed at Tyrion vividly:

"By the way, I'm still the holder of the apocalypse... I brought it into this world."

"very good!"

Tyrion drew out the magic sword Apocalypse and placed it in front of the Dreadlord:

"Hold it! If you are Kassanatiel then it will not consume you, if you are not then you are dead."

The Dread Demon King raised the Demon Blade Apocalypse indifferently, and waved it in the air randomly, while Apocalypse made strange buzzing sounds, as if the sword itself was also in a very confused state.

"Look, it still remembers me, it still remembers its former owner... Oh, how naughty!"

When the Dread Demon King uttered the word master, Tianqi neighed suddenly and jumped out of its claws. Speaking of seeing this scene, Tyrion was truly relieved.

He gripped Apocalypse again and inserted it back into the scabbard. He looked at the Dreadlord in front of him, and said softly:

"Not even Apocalypse can tell who you are, and that's good, you pass, Turalyon."

"Turalyon, who is that?"

A sly smile flashed in the black eyes of the Dread Demon King:

"Oh, by the way, that is a carrier whose soul is manipulated by me, he is... like this."

While speaking, the little black bats spun rapidly around the dreadlord, and a moment later, the real Turalyon appeared in front of Tyrion's eyes. Even the quaint armor on his body was perfectly imitated.

This is the strange thing about the nathrezim, as long as there is a soul, their body remains.

"Then go back, Mr. Casanatiel, I will help you reintegrate into human society, and wait patiently... Your compatriots will contact you soon, don't forget what we said. ..every step counts, don't make a mistake!"