Chapter 497 30. Between the Gods of Death
We don't need to say anything more about Hela.
The woman who controls the entrance to Azeroth's largest realm of the dead is a madman driven mad by her own suffering. In the country, a war of revenge is planned against Odin, the guardian of the titans, and his army of heroes.
She personally broke the balance of life and death that she should have maintained, and detained the souls of the dead in her own country, using them as raw materials, infusing them with the power of the deep sea, and then adding hatred and twisted nurturing, to keep coming In the mysterious land of shadows, the number of kvaldir who bear the hatred of Hella has reached an astonishing number.
According to some reports from the trade prince in charge of sea commerce, death goblin Buddy Moore, it can be deduced that Hela has secretly set off a frenzy of revenge, whether it is in the Howling Fjord of Northrend or in the Broken Isles. In Stormheim, in the gathering places of the Vrykul, there are Kvaldir mist fighters who are constantly plundering the land.
She couldn't bear the hatred that had been tortured for hundreds of thousands of years, and she was going to declare war on Odin.
As we all know, war, war has never been won by diplomatic rhetoric. The most basic and important part of war is soldiers. Hela needs soldiers. She is eager for more soldiers at all costs, and she The long-term detainment of dead souls has affected the life order of Azeroth...
Otherwise, such a big world is still pregnant with star souls, and it is impossible to have such a little life... In Tyrion's view, the area and resources of this world are enough to feed billions of people, but in reality? Even counting those hidden races and alien races, the population of the entire Azeroth is no more than 200 million at most.
The sparse population of a world is naturally related to productivity, but under the superficial problem of productivity, there is a dilemma of civilization suspension and even retreat caused by the hatred of a mad woman. Hella is not "Azeroth degenerates "History", but she played a very important and very sad role in it.
On the other hand, Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, no matter how much Bwonsamdi likes to threaten others with words, his job is really impeccable. Under his management, the civilized world of trolls continues to grow The endgame of civil war, massacre and genocide broke out. Thousands of years ago, the trolls used human sea tactics to defeat the mighty Aqir empire. But even with such terrible consumption, the life system of the trolls is still prosperous. prosperity.
Compared with tens of thousands of years ago, the number of trolls in this world has not decreased, but is still increasing...
This is also the reason why Tyrion chose to cooperate with Bwonsamdi. Compared with Hela, who is insane and immersed in self-revenge, Bwonsamdi is undoubtedly an excellent collaborator, but now it seems that Tyrion was eventually "sold" by Bwonsamdi. Judging from the speed and time Hela arrived here, she must have known that Tyrion would snipe and kill the big devil here a long time ago. action.
"You betrayed me, friend."
Tyrion stood quietly in the center of the floating island of Dalaran, he looked at Bwonsamdi:
"Don't you feel ashamed? We signed a contract..."
"It's not my fault, Tyrion, it's the boss's idea."
Bwonsamdi shrugged, pointed to the sky, moved his fleshless lips, and said:
"A soul like Archimonde is very important to the order of the Realm of the Dead. It will play a greater role in our hands. You shouldn't own it, and you can't own it. Now, leave, see if we cooperate For fun's sake, get out of here...and never come back!"
"What you're going to do with it I can't guess, but Ms. Hella..."
Tyrion had no intention of leaving. He turned his head and looked at the silent Hela in the sky behind him. He said softly:
"If you share it, half for each person, let me do the math, Ms. Hela can use it to make more Kvaldir mist warriors... maybe, maybe even create a monster that can rival Odin, Do you really hate him that much?"
"Shut up! Mortals, the grievances between me and Odin are beyond your comprehension. I advise you to follow Bwonsamdi's advice and get out now. Those "stories" between you and me will not be resolved until I finish the project at hand." Let's talk about it later."
Hela said indifferently, her hoarse voice echoed in this dark space like thunder:
"You will come to me, right? Tyrion, after all, your soul fragments, and those of your "loyal" subordinates, are still in my possession."
The Queen of Hell moved her body, and the nine black tentacles tightly locked around the floating island of Dalaran also moved together, pulling the entire floating island, trembling endlessly under the vibration of this force.
"I will wait for you in the abyss of Hell, waiting for you to kneel before my throne and become the most courageous forward in the war between me and Odin. Your dark power will drown the entire Valagar for me... Turn Odin's Hall of Valor into a complete hell!"
Hela's mocking laughter silenced the atmosphere on the floating island of Dalaran, like a heavy stone on Tyrion's shoulders. After a while, the Dark Blade King raised his head, and he Looking at the dim stars above his head that are completely different from the night sky, he said softly:
"Oh, it looks like I don't have much choice...but before I leave, I have a question that I want to ask you guys."
"When Archimonde and his demons came to this world, why didn't you show up righteously and use your tyrannical power to give him a fatal blow?"
"Why do you hide in the shadows and watch when I, a humble mortal, is trying every means to kill the big devil, and after I win, you jump out again, oppress me with your mighty power, and try to make me look like a Get lost like a mouse..."
Tyrion stretched out his fingers, rubbed his forehead, and said in a tired voice:
"Let me guess, you are also afraid of the power of the great demon, just like those shivering humans hiding in the castle... You are also afraid of him! Fear him alive, not dead him, so after his death , you can’t wait to jump out to show your sense of existence, why? Because you are better than me? Right? Because you are sure to win against me..."
"You're afraid of him, but you're not afraid of me, are you?"
Tyrion's voice was low, as if there was a volcano about to erupt in that voice, he raised his head, his ice blue eyes fixed on Hela and Bwonsamdi in front of him:
"You two disgusting...rats!"
"boom"
The huge tentacles smashed fiercely on the top of the ruins of Dalaran, leaving a shattered mark on the ground amidst the splash of bricks and stones. With the power of black death, Hela stared at Tai with her pale eyes. Rion, her voice came from the mists of death:
"Shut up! Mortal...you are provoking me, you are doing a very dangerous thing!"
Bwonsamdi also spread his hands helplessly, persuading Tyrion who was unwilling to bow his head:
"My friend, I'm sorry that this happened, but trust me, it's the best thing for you to get out of here, give in, compromise, and come to an agreement, I know it's hard, but whether you want to or not Willing to accept that this is how the world works...maybe one day you will be one of us and when that happens, I will apologize to you."
"No, I know better than you what the truth of this world is like, Bwonsamdi, you don't need to comfort me, your current appearance is simply disgusting!"
Tyrion took a step back, bent down and grabbed the tentacles on the chin of the great demon who had lost consciousness. He looked around between Hella and Bwonsamdi, and then showed a weird smile to Bwonsamdi:
"But we were friends once, weren't we, Bwonsamdi... let me give you a present!"
"swish"
The moment the voice fell to the ground, the remnant body of the great demon was thrown in the direction of Bwonsamdi. The moment the remnant body made a move, Tyrion grabbed the blade of Apocalypse and drew the long sword completely wrapped in black fire. Come out, and at this moment, the change in Archimonde's soul immediately made Hela and Bwonsamdi notice that the soul in this mutilated body has decreased... at least half!
"Bwonsamdi, this is a gift from a broken friendship! You're welcome!"
"I will participate in your war with Odin, Hela, and at that time, I will give you a...surprise!"
A pair of pale wings suddenly appeared behind Tyrion, grabbed his body and quickly disappeared into another space. The screaming Hela waved her tentacles and smashed fiercely at Tyrion who was trying to escape, while Bwonsamdi, who got Archimonde's body, waved his hand at Tyrion, then dragged his body and ran away with a smile on his face.
"You are such a good friend, Tyrion, and when you die, I swear to protect your soul and return to Hades...Old Bwonsamdi never lies!"
The moment before the tentacles hit Tyrion with a huge force, 99% of its strength had been lost, and the eye of Sargeras, which was extremely empty, was slammed into the tentacles in front of it fiercely by Tyrion. In an instant, the last 1% of the evil energy exploded. This explosion of evil energy was nothing to Hela, but at the moment when the evil energy exploded, from the underground of the ruins of Dalaran under the feet of everyone, there was also There was a strange space fluctuation.
With the cooperation of the two forces, Hela's tentacles almost rubbed against Tyrion's body and stabbed out, while Valgri Agatha gritted his teeth, and after a cry, he forced Tyrion Dragged into the shadow realm he shouldn't have entered.
That was Hela and Bwonsamdi's territory. It stands to reason that Hela only needs to return to the Realm of the Dead to follow the trail left by Agatha and finally catch Tyrion, but that will take time, and more The serious problem is that Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death who came with her, has dragged Archimonde's remnant body towards her own portal. Hela hardly hesitated, and manipulated the remaining tentacles, frantically Throwing at the fleeing Bwonsamdi.
"You're crazy! Hela, go after Tyrion, the half of his soul belongs to you!"
"Put down what's in your hands, it's mine! Dirty troll!"
"Want something from me? Then come and get it, if you can catch up with me, disgusting crazy woman, I've had enough of you!"
A minute ago, the two gods of death were still standing together, threatening Tyrion to give up the loot he had obtained, but a minute later, the two gods of death had already fought for the broken loot.
The power of death criss-crosses this space, and in the battlefield of the god of death, there is only one third left, which may be hit by two big bosses at any time and shattered into tens of millions of pieces. In the sound of space shattering, it suddenly disappeared into this space enveloped by the power of death.
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Tyrion, who was being dragged by Agatha and flying quickly through strange worlds, was in bad shape.
He was not injured in the attack of Hella and Sambundy, and now the bad situation is all because he entered a place that he should not enter...Death Realm, Shadow Realm, Void Realm, it has many names, But none of them are prepared for mortals. This world that is opposed to the present world is simply not the place where Tyrion should come now.
What's more, the way he entered this place was somewhat... rough.
"Tyrion! Wake up! Don't sleep, damn it!"
Vagri Agatha flapped his wings crazily. The Dark Blade King in her arms was in a state of being stripped of all senses. When Agatha was forcibly dragged into the realm of death, the world and death were separated. The collision of the powers of the Realm had somewhat affected Tyrion's soul.
His senses at this moment seemed to be dragged into a roller that rotated tens of thousands of times a second in a daze. The terrible dizziness that directly affected the soul gave Tyrion a long-lost thought. It feels like vomiting, but the problem is that the soul cannot vomit, and this contradictory situation makes his will more blurred.
It's like drinking a lot of alcohol, you may be completely broken at any time, and then lose consciousness. This bad feeling has nothing to do with the strength. It is purely the suppression of different laws of the two worlds.
Val'kyr was flying with Tyrion in his arms, and looked left and right. In Tyrion's eyes, this world was gloomy and dark, but in the eyes of shadow creatures like Val'kyr, it was a different attitude. Aga Sa is very clear that a life like Tyrion who accidentally entered the shadow world can easily attract some terrifying and difficult things.
"Those...those dark things, following you...what is that?"
Tyrion asked suddenly, which stunned Agatha for a moment, and then whispered:
"Hold on! The next exit is coming soon... Those things, those are dementors, predators attracted by the scent of the soul, living off the negative emotions of the soul, no one in the realm of the dead wants to fight They deal... wait, can you see them?"
"Yes! They are ugly!"
Tyrion said with difficulty. He shook his head and looked at the dark surroundings. His senses were slowly recovering, but there was a layer of tulle between him and his soul. He couldn't see or hear clearly. Can't touch, can't smell, this feeling is enough to drive the living crazy, but Tyrion is a dead man, and he has a higher tolerance for these negative effects.
In the trance-jumping vision, he could see the black shadows running on all fours behind Agatha, like ghouls thrown into the ink, but they were thinner, more distorted, and more Slender, full of a sense of awkwardness and fear, unable to see the eyes, only the constantly beating body.
They seem to appear everywhere, even above Tyrion's head, you can see dementors twisting their limbs in reverse and chasing them in a weird and extreme posture. These guys are like all the negative creatures of the creator. The gathering of emotions, if you see this thing in this world, Tyrion will definitely draw his sword and slash at it without hesitation.
But now, he can't do it... A few seconds later, maybe a few hours later, time has lost its meaning here. In short, Tyrion saw a distorted light in his increasingly heavy and blank eyes, Ah Gaza's voice also came at this moment:
"Hold on! Don't sleep! Don't listen to those voices...the exit is just ahead! Grit your teeth...it might, it hurts..."