Chapter 498 31. The Struggle of Ants

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In the depths of the snow-capped mountains in Khaz Modan, a blast of air that was strong enough to set off a big avalanche erupted suddenly. The form of the force collision was extremely obvious, and even brought a cloud of sonic boom visible to the naked eye in the air.

The impact of forcibly returning to the present world from the realm of death is astonishing. As a creature similar to energy, Val'kyr has not much impact. Agatha lost control in the air. After a few spins, he was resuspended steadily. In the air, but the tangible Tyrion could not escape the second impact of the two worlds.

His body was thrown out directly, like a black missile, roaring and hitting the mountain wall in the snow-capped valley in front of him at a speed exceeding the speed of sound. From Agatha's vision, he could clearly see To the scene where Tyrion smashed on the opposite mountain wall, the violent rocks and the falling snow on the top of the mountain fell crazily.

This made Val'kyr subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

She quickly flew to the top of the snow-covered valley, and as she waved her hand, a bright white spear appeared in her hand. It seemed that she was planning to fish Tyrion out of the snow ditch, but just before Wa The moment Gerry swung his weapon, a shock came from beyond the valley, as well as a strange roar and a halo of fel energy floating in midair.

When Agatha saw the position of the halo, surprise flashed across Agatha's face wrapped in the blitz helmet.

"Anara!"

One of her best friends, the soul healer who had repaired Tyrion's soul injuries lived in seclusion there. Seeing the dark green halo of evil energy getting thicker and thicker, Agatha glanced at the snow ditch below, A moment later, she flapped her wings, turned into a stream of white light, and rushed out of the valley where the battle was taking place.

When Agatha saw her old friend, she also saw a creature that shouldn't be here. It was a demon that was fighting the soul healer... a weird demon.

It was a demon similar to a lion. It had no hair on its body, only disgusting blood-red fine scales, a short tail, and wings made of white bones on both sides of its body. The most terrible thing was its face, which made people sick s face.

It was not a face, but a weird head formed by a dozen faces crowded together indiscriminately, each face had ferocious teeth, and under these disgusting twisted faces, there was a pair of Between the opening and closing, the sharp teeth are densely covered with a terrifying mouth.

This demon was chasing Anara, who was not good at fighting, in the cemetery of the soul healer. From each of its mouths, it could spew out completely different magical breaths, and its huge claws were still entwined with the breath of evil energy. A single claw can leave a burning mark on the ground.

"The Devourer of Uzul! Hell, how did this monster appear here?"

As a Val'kyr who deals with souls, Annala certainly knows what it is. In fact, she killed such demonic monsters more than once during the demonic invasion 10,000 years ago, but the ones she encountered on the battlefield before , is not as huge as the one in front of you. It seems to be the evil pet of some great demon.

Naturally, this kind of disgusting creature is not born. Even if the Creator is blind, he will not create this kind of monster purely for the purpose of spreading malice. Made by the demons, it is specially used to devour corpses and devour wandering souls on the battlefield to provide some experimental "materials" for the demons.

It is said that when the devourer demons were made, they had only one face, and as they devoured more and more souls, they would grow more faces. Judging from the size of the devourer in front of him, this guy is the least Devoured 1000 souls.

It is worth mentioning that "Uzul" means "soul devourer" in the devil language.

"Anara, I'm here to help you!"

Agatha yelled, and immediately attracted the attention of Uzul who was raging in the cemetery below. This disgusting monster roared towards the sky. The destructive light also shot towards the sky, but Agatha nimbly avoided it.

War'kyr, who is good at fighting, uttered a battle cry. In the flash of her soul power, her body turned into a white lightsaber that descended from the sky. In a flash, the disgusting Uzul's face was wiped out. It was completely torn apart, amidst the stinky blood escaping, the monster roared, and soon, another face appeared on its body.

"It's so difficult..."

Agatha swung his spear and tore open Uzul's two faces at once, but it also failed to inflict effective damage on it. Uzul's construction demon is very rare, and it is also very difficult to deal with, because Every soul in them can bring them new life.

"This monster is coming for me, it's going to devour me..."

The soul healer with a disordered breath waved his hands, wrapped the body of the Uzul demon in front of him with the light of the soul, and restricted its movements, while the spear in Agatha's hand danced wildly like a storm. Uzul kept backing away.

"We'll have to kill it at least a thousand times...that sucks."

Agatha complained, but did not stop the attack in her hands. As Val'kyr, she could see the imprisoned and howling souls in the body of this monster, most of them were the souls of Draenei, and some Dwarves and humans, she wants to save them, but she can't do anything, the demon Uzul is too evil, and the souls bound in its body are hopeless.

"Give them relief."

Thinking of this, Agatha raised her battle spear again, but just as she was about to go all out and kill the monster in front of her completely, a black shadow rushed out from the snow not far away, Terry Ang rubbed his nose, he felt that in the impact just now, his nose seemed to be broken, and his nose was crooked.

This made the Dark Blade King very upset, and the influence of the Realm of Death seemed to still be on him, which made Tyrion a little unable to control his emotions. The moment he saw the disgusting monster, Dark Blade The king pulled out the Ashbringer behind him with his backhand, and slashed fiercely on the neck of the Uzur demon from behind with a powerful slash.

While Tyrion was doing his best, more than a dozen phantoms of black sharp blades slashed at Uzul's body from all directions. With just one blow, one-third of the bones of this demon monster made a fragile sound of breaking. .

"Leave it!"

"I come!"

The Dark Blade King said a word to the two Val'kyr who were watching in a cold tone, and the Ashbringer in his hand waved again. In just a few seconds, the Uzul Demon, who was still invincible just now, screamed Keeping back, Tyrion alone played the momentum and damage of a dozen people besieging, and it seemed that Tyrion seemed to want to vent the anger that was threatened by the two death gods just now on the poor demon in front of him.

"It lives on the soul, Tyrion, physical damage alone cannot kill it!"

Annala, the soul healer who turned into a melon-eating audience, reminded loudly that Tyrion's attack also stopped at this moment. He backhanded Ashbringer back into the scabbard behind his back, and between the beating of his fingers, a sword wrapped around A long sword of black flame appeared in his hand. At the moment when this weird long sword appeared, the howling Uzur seemed to see a natural enemy. It spread its broken bone wings, turned around and wanted to escape .

"Oh? Is that so?"

The Dark Blade King stretched out his fingers and tapped the blade in his hand. The black soul fire slowly faded away, revealing the blade of Apocalypse. With the help of Tyrion, he successfully devoured some of the polluters The magic blade of the soul has also entered the stage of breaking through the shackles of the self as it wished. Its self-evolution has not yet been completed, but as a weapon, it can still fulfill its mission.

"Can you fight? Apocalypse?"

Tyrion asked softly, and a moment later, a sinister voice sounded in his heart:

"Wave me wantonly... The blood of the enemy can make me more happy."

"very good!"

The Dark Blade King nodded, and the next moment, his figure was like black lightning, rushing into the sky amidst the falling snow, and the body of the Uzul demon who wanted to escape flashed in the black light. After passing away, it was smoothly divided into dozens of pieces in the air, and then smashed on the pure white snow with a rain of stinky blood all over the sky.

"He did it! The destructive power of this soul... amazing!"

Annala looked at the apocalypse wrapped in black fire with some fear, she quietly hid behind Agatha, secretly looked at Tyrion with a cold face, she whispered:

"Let's go when you're done beating, I have to appease the released souls."

Tyrion turned his head and glanced at the cowardly soul healer. After a while, he turned his attention to Agatha again. He pointed to his ear and asked:

"What are those voices echoing in my head?"

"That is the will of the realm of death. It has seen you, it has touched you, and now, it has issued a call to you..."

Agatha explained with some concern:

"You shouldn't take risks, Tyrion. In order to save you, I let you enter the world you shouldn't enter now. Do you know why Hela doesn't chase you? The realm of death will corrode the soul of any creature, It's calling you, it wants you to be part of that world, to be part of that world, and if you don't answer that call... it's going to come to you."

"Hela thinks you are dead. After you die forever, the soul of the great demon in your hand will return to her. It's not worth it, it's not worth it!"

Agatha's explanation made Tyrion couldn't help touching his ears, but after a while, he shook his head:

"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me, I think it's a good deal,"

"Just keep your mouth shut!"

Agatha put away her weapon in dissatisfaction, she looked into Tyrion's tired eyes, and she said:

"The Realm of Death is still affecting your senses and soul. You'd better rest for a while, and then think about how to respond to this call. In short, don't take risks. You haven't found the "guide" you need, so just rashly Entering the Realm of Death, you won’t end well, by the way, just now, I saw that floating island also disappeared, is that what you did?”

In the falling snow in Khaz Modan, Tyrion turned his head and looked in the direction of the northern border, his eyes narrowed, and a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"No, I didn't do that, it was another group of people."

"A group of daring guys, and one of them I've been following all the time, I have to say, he did a very good job this time!"

"I am very satisfied with his transformation..."

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"Wow, wow"

The sound of the rhythm of the sea echoed in Kel'Thuzad's ears. This pale-faced archmage and warlock was standing on the edge of a dilapidated Dalaran ruin, looking at the boundless sea below with some speechlessness.

In the absence of maps and magic positioning, even an archmage like Kel'Thuzad couldn't figure out where they were teleported in the desperate teleportation just now.

But this place must still be in Azeroth... There is no doubt that the familiar magical breath above the sea and the elemental fluctuations that are in line with the laws of this world all prove their position, so the group of warlocks Fortunately, he was not directly transported to another world by the unruly scepter of Sargeras.

Beside Kel'Thuzad, Althea was wearing a bandage for her brother, the silent human warlock Kanrethad had blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and the dwarf warlock Wilfred was lying on the ground not far away On the road, life and death are unknown, the orc warlock Retson lost his hands, and the high elf warlock Sinfiel knelt and cried loudly while hugging his disfigured face.

The small group that Kel'Thuzad had just formed had already reached the brink of collapse after going through a life-and-death crisis.

"Don't cry! Stop screaming! You are so loud!"

The archmage turned his head back, stretched out his trembling hands, and put his hood that had been torn by magic on his head. He looked at the few people in front of him with gloomy eyes, and shouted loudly:

"We survived! Idiots, there is hope in life. We also have Dalaran... Dalaran that can fly. Although I haven't figured out the principle of its suspension, it's nothing... at last Importantly, we got the future!"

As he spoke, Kel'Thuzad flicked his fingers, and Kanrethad, who was covered in bandages all over his body, struggled to stand up and handed him a wooden box.

Kel'Thuzad opened the wooden box, and the black scepter of Sargeras stood quietly in front of his eyes. He took a deep breath, and under the gazes of all the warlocks, Kel'Thuzad stretched out his hand, held the black scepter, and Lifting the staff with an ominous breath, the archmage could feel that the staff in his hand had a consciousness of its own, and that consciousness was resisting him with a disdainful attitude.

But Kel'Thuzad's face did not waver in the slightest. He looked at the defeated soldiers in front of him and shouted loudly:

"Here...I declare, everyone, that you have passed the first test..."

"Welcome to...my, Black Sickle Council!"