Chapter 501 34. The Laughter in the Shadows

This particular wooden coffin is nothing mortal.

It was made with the remains of the tree of life. After absorbing the magic power of the Sunwell, the tree of life took root and sprouted. Its torso was covered with stagnant magic power, which could effectively prevent the soul from escaping. Therefore, in this wooden coffin When it was made, Tyrion gave it a very nice name... Dead Man's Chest.

As for the fruit core of the tree of life, the "seed" formed after the second growth of the source of life, has been secretly sent to the withered realm of Kul Tiras, where it will be planted, and then spend several years Time to re-grow, to let myself and the emerald dream that was cut off from the withered world completely coexist.

It will become the holy place for the druids of the Blightcaller, and maybe it will also become the second holy place for the druids of the night elves besides the Emerald Dream. Of course, that is something in the future. What will happen in the future, no one knows .

Tyrion lay down in this dead man's coffin to carry out a special, long and dangerous "ritual".

To be precise, it is a ceremony to quickly enhance the soul power of the Dark Blade King.

According to his original plan, he would turn his head to pursue clues to the mysterious Realm of the Dead only after the northern border was completely stabilized, but in the face of the joint suppression of Bwonsamdi and Hela, Tyrion had no choice. Not in advance, and in an irregular way, he entered the realm of death, which caused him to be "seen" by the realm of death.

The voice that has been ringing in his mind represents the call from the Realm of Death to him, that is to say, Tyrion has to advance the action of exploring the Realm of Death, and to enter the world where the present world is opposed, a strong soul is necessary Only a strong soul will not be quickly eroded by the power of that world after entering the realm of death through the gap of this world.

This is the reason why Dead Soul's Coffin appears here, and to increase strength, there must be transformation materials and transformation media. Fortunately, Tyrion has both of these things.

"Apocalypse, my loyal weapon, you will not take this opportunity to kill your master here, will you?"

Tyrion asked spiritually, and the blackfire long sword inserted in the coffin of dead souls made a strange buzz.

"It's hard to say, my dear "master"..."

Apocalypse's villainous voice sounded in Tyrion's spirit:

"You and I are connected in soul, so naturally I won't take the initiative to hurt you, but if you can't bear the pain and pressure of soul transformation and become a fool under the impact, then you can't blame me."

"In particular, the transformation material you chose is the broken soul of the polluter Archimonde... that is a material that is one level higher than your current power. It is hard to say whether his will will assimilate you, Turning you, too, into a brain full of muscles."

"Hehe, that's something I need to pay attention to... I won't bother you."

Tyrion responded disdainfully:

"Just do your own thing, Tian Qi, I'm curious, what kind of form you will become after you complete your self-upgrade... I personally prefer the low-key and luxurious straight-edged sword, what do you think? Woolen cloth?"

"Oh, it's definitely not the way you want it to be...don't worry, I can guarantee it."

Apocalypse laughed maliciously in Tyrion's mind, and the black flame wrapped around its sword began to spread slowly, swallowing the endless black mist into it, and then with the help of it and Tyrion to transform the crushed soul of the Great Demon into the purest soul power bit by bit, and then pour it into Tyrion's soul.

But whether it is Tyrion or Apocalypse, they all seem weaker when facing Archimonde's soul, so the transformation of this soul power is very slow and very obscure, and it feels like a trickle The feeling of the flowing soul power extending over one's soul, the pain of reshaping the soul shape, is like trying to frustrate the soul a little bit, and then mix in some other things, and then reshape it into a new shape.

There is no need to say more about the pain of this process, but for Tyrion, the pain is barely bearable, and the body strengthened by the fruit of the tree of life also has enough space to carry the expanding soul bit by bit .

"you say..."

Amidst the unwilling roar of the polluters that could be faintly heard, Tyrion suddenly asked:

"After this ceremony is over, will there be some weird magic lines on my body, will my eyes go blind, and will I grow devil's horns so that I can transform into a devil to fight? "

"Hehe...you are talking about demon hunters, right? I have seen those lunatics who would give everything for their power. Ten thousand years ago, I killed a few...I have to say, you want That's a bit much, my childish "master."

In the deep darkness, Apocalypse's harsh ridicule came again:

"You will not become a demon hunter. Although in my opinion, you have a very good hunting talent, but... the moment you die, you have already embarked on a completely different path."

"Oh? Really? That's a pity..."

————————————————————————

"Wow, wow"

Vagli Agatha, holding a spear, stood guard in front of the dark Death's Chest like a statue of a Valkyrie.

As Val'kyr, who is connected to Tyrion's soul, she can't feel Tyrion's pain, but she can feel that Tyrion's soul is indeed getting stronger little by little as time goes by.

Although judging from this speed, it will take at least dozens of days of continuous transformation to reach the level where he can safely enter the realm of death, but this is actually a good sign.

But in the corner that Val'kyr didn't notice, in the endlessly fluttering shadows, a small figure suddenly flashed past. Her appearance and her disappearance both happened silently. So fast that even Agatha didn't notice.

Val'kyr just felt the turbulent fluctuations of the darkness, she turned her head suddenly and looked at the drifting darkness. Agatha's eyes widened, and she used Val'kyr's unique vision to check everything, but found nothing.

"Strange, could it be that my eyes are dazzled?"

Agatha looked around and confirmed that there would be no other existence in the darkness except herself and the coffin of dead souls, but she still felt a little weird, she said something to herself, and then continued to maintain Standing like a sculpture, he looked warily at the entrance of the underground hall.

Where Agatha didn't see, the small figure was hiding in a dark corner. She seemed to cover her mouth with both hands, walking tiptoe in the dark, as if she was afraid of being discovered by Agatha.

And the goal of her advance was the Death's Coffin, which was guarded by Agatha, and which emanated a black luster strangely in the darkness.

To be precise, the guy from Dead Man's Chest.

This weird little guy came to thank Tyrion, because her parents told her that she must be a polite child, and that the big brother helped her, so she had to thank him personally.

But this little guy's walking steps in the dark are very strange. She doesn't seem to use her eyes to determine the direction, just like a blind person groping in the dark, relying on Tyrion's breath, she gets closer little by little. The tall Death's Coffin.

"boom"

Her little head hit the corner of Dead Souls' Chest, causing the little man to sit on the ground. She hugged her head in the dark, and it seemed that the hit just now caused her great pain.

But what was even more strange was that Wagri Agatha, who had raised his vigilance to the highest level, still did not notice the existence of the little man behind him.

The little man rubbed his painful head, and slowly got up from the ground. She looked around, and after finding that there was no ladder, the little man stretched out his hand in frustration, and grabbed the uneven wood on the surface of the coffin of souls. Go up, and then climb up little by little with great effort.

The Death's Coffin made by Tyrion was as tall as two adults. For a small person, this thing was like an insurmountable peak. It took her more than ten minutes to climb to the gathering place clumsily. On the lid of the coffin of souls,

But seeing the very tightly closed Death's Coffin, the little man scratched his head and searched repeatedly under his feet, but he couldn't find a way to enter it. This made the little man very frustrated, and she sat down on the surface , clasped her arms tightly, but felt aggrieved, finally, she stood up, made a face towards Agatha in front of her, and then disappeared silently into the floating shadows.

Probably except for this little man himself, no one knows what happened in the dark...

Fifteen minutes later, Tyrion's transformation ceremony on the first day was declared complete. The moment Val'kyr opened the Death's Chest, another strange fluctuation flickered in the shadow between the two of them.

But neither Val'kyr nor the exhausted Tyrion noticed the waves... until Tyrion returned to his mansion, and under the influence of the strange incense, he slowly entered the dormancy of the undead. For a moment, the Dark Blade King suddenly heard laughter from behind.

He was very familiar with that kind of laughter like a child's, because his baby daughter Dornan would also laugh like this when she was having fun... as if being blown by the wind Like a moving wind chime, the laughter of the Draenei children is very beautiful.

But in this case, the laughter appeared so abruptly that the Dark Blade King stood up subconsciously, looked back at the shadow behind him, there...was not empty, he saw... I saw the little girl with a blue light, wearing a skirt and a vest, with messy hair.

That should be a weird ghost that can escape Tyrion's undead perception!

"Son, who are you?"

Tyrion looked vigilantly at the little girl who suddenly appeared behind him. Although the latter was as cute as his own daughter, the Dark Blade King did not relax his vigilance because the surrounding situation was a little too weird. It's so quiet... so quiet that there's not even a sound.

"Hey hey hey hey hey!"

Facing Tyrion's question, the ghost child uttered a series of exclamations. She took a step back in fear, raised her head timidly, and looked at the front blankly:

"Can you see me? Can you hear me?"

"Um?"

Tyrion noticed the numbness in the ghost child's eyes, which was completely different from her tone of voice, that is to say... this child is blind, she can't see everything in front of her eyes, she can only recognize Tyrion's voice from her voice. exist.

"Friend, can you hear me?"

"It's so dark around here, I can't see you..."

While speaking, this weird little ghost stretched out his hand, groping forward like a blind person, watching her staggering steps, a strange emotion rose in Tyrion's heart, he did not speak, but sat cross-legged On the ground, reach out to the little ghost.

When the big and small held hands together, the child made a joyful voice:

"Awesome! My friend, I touched you... You are the big brother, right? The big brother who saved us from that monster body... Thank you, Mom and Dad told me to be kind People, so I came here to thank you, but it is too dark around you, there is no light at all, I can't see you."

"rescue?"

Tyrion frowned. He didn't remember who he had rescued during this period of time, but seeing the child's serious expression, Tyrion didn't bring up the matter again. After a few seconds of silence, he asked :

"Son, what's your name?"

"Yuna! My name is Yuna! What's your name? Big Brother?"

The little ghost approached Tyrion, stretched out his cold hands, and stroked Tyrion's cheek. Facing her question, the Dark Blade King shrugged and said:

"My name is Tyrion, Tyrion. Dawnblade, Yuna... Where are you from?"

"Oh, Dawn Blade, what a nice name!"

Yuna touched Tyrion's pointed ear, she seemed to have never seen such an ear, she touched the tip of Tyrion's ear, and whispered:

"My home is in Mac'Aree. I live with my parents. I also met Mr. Villen. His beard is so long... Later, Mr. Villen left with others, but I and Mom and Dad still lived in the village, and then one day a monster came in and I was separated from Mom and Dad...but I'll find them, just like I'll find you, pointy-eared brother."

"Can I be your friend, Tyrion... oh wait, they're coming, it's annoying, I'm leaving, they're fierce, they're trying to catch me, but they're stupid, they're Can't find me at all...I'm leaving, friend, I'll come to see you again! See you soon!"

The little ghost looked back in some panic, then stood on tiptoe, kissed Tyrion on the forehead, and with a series of laughter like silver bells, it disappeared into the darkness in front of Tyrion again strangely middle.

And Tyrion's eyes suddenly opened at this moment... He looked around blankly, he was still in the meditation room of the mansion, the smell of incense was very strong, as if he had just had a dream .

But the Dark Blade King knew that things were not that simple. He touched his forehead behind him, and the cold kiss seemed to be still there... Wait, that voice!

Tyrion stroked his ears, and the voice in his mind reappeared bit by bit, the calling voice of the world of death, but why, why when he stayed with that little ghost named Yuna, Didn't you hear that disgusting voice?

"Yuna?"

Tyrion's ten fingers tightened, he looked at the night sky outside the window, and he whispered to himself:

"Who... are you?"

Fu... A big hole has finally been filled. Brothers who have played version 7.0 should know the quest line of "Holy Light Yuna"~ Adorable little girl, we agreed to protect her, but in the end it was her protected us...