Chapter 510 9. The Beginning of the Occupation

"Wake up!"

"Idiot, open your eyes!"

"I didn't fish you out of the Twisting Nether to waste your time! Bastard, wake up!"

The dread demon king Tichondrius felt his mind was groggy, as if he had been thrown into the coldest death star among the stars. The strange touch seemed to freeze his mind.

But maybe this is just an illusion, after all, it just experienced a near-death not long ago.

In this weird environment, it wanted to open its eyes, but found that this simple action was really difficult to do. It seemed that there was a layer of gauze between its thinking and the soul body, and it moved in unison. It is very uncomfortable to move.

"tear up"

The sound of 10,000 paws savagely scraping against the glass surface sounded in Tichondrius' soul. The loud sound was enough to make any intelligent creature feel his scalp tingle, and the sound was more like directly acting on the Dreadlord. In the soul...it let out a scream subconsciously.

And the next second, it suddenly opened its eyes, only to find that it was bound by a soul stone...

In front of it is a dim hall, and Cassanatil's low and gloomy eyes are looking at it, and Tichondrius can easily see a trace of undisguised malice in those eyes, this The Dread Demon King couldn't help but shiver.

In its heyday, Tichondrius was not afraid of seniors like Casanatiel, but the problem was that it still remembered the dark green light that completely engulfed itself a few days ago, where the evil energy that destroyed everything In the light, Tichondrius felt the real sense of tearing, the pain of the soul being melted and then torn apart again.

There is no doubt that it "died" once in the ruins of Dalaran. It was supposed to be reborn in the depths of the Twisting Nether, but for some reason, it was trapped in this soul stone again, and worst of all, it It's a period of absolute weakness right now.

Although the characteristics of the Nathrezim demons determine that a Dreadlord cannot kill another of his kind, if Kassanatyr insists on making him "suffer", then Tichondrius will have nothing to lose in the next few hundred years. It's going to be spent in the burning soul forge, which is an execution ground that all demons fear, even the most tyrannical abyss lord fears there, not to mention the cunning dreadlord?

"Yo, you wake up, Tichondrius, usurper!"

Cassanatil stretched out his hand and shook the soul stone on his fingertips, Tichondrius's weak soul immediately felt turned upside down, as if thrown into a raging ocean tide, the vibration made it dizzy, It couldn't help but scream.

"Enough! Enough! Where is this? Why am I here? I shouldn't be here!"

"This is Azeroth... your burial place, of course you shouldn't be here, idiot!"

Cassanatil stretched out his finger and flicked it, and flicked a strand of soul fragments into the soul stone, then said disdainfully:

"According to the resurrection process of the demons, you should now be in the deepest part of the Twisting Nether, grabbing mud with those newborn abyssal worms, fool! What? You mean, you are not satisfied with my "rescue" you? Should I just throw you back into the Twisting Nether, maybe you're still missing that stinking ooze?"

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Tichondrius weakly grabbed the fragment that had infiltrated the soul stone, biting it, recovering his energy, he retorted slightly, the cunning nature of the dreadlord told it, at this moment, it is best not to offend Kasa Natir, the offense and defense have been out of place, and it is undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage now.

"I mean, I thank you for your rescue, my countryman..."

Tichondrius said something in a flattering voice, but the next moment, it heard Cassanatil's dissatisfied cold snort:

"You call me a "citizen"? Usurper, it seems that I need to teach you what humility is!"

"No! No, what I want to say is... Chief! I was wrong, Chief. Hundreds of years ago, I should not have coveted your lordship, but I have paid the price, haven't I?"

Tichondrius was very aggrieved, but he had to beg for Cassanatil, and he whispered:

"I've seen it, I understand my mistake, the big demons are unreliable, that bastard Archimonde took me to the gun, after I was killed, Kil'jaeden didn't turn a blind eye ...I was wrong, they are unreliable."

The words of Tichondrius are true and false. On the one hand, it does feel extremely dissatisfied because it was used by Archimonde to block the gun. On the other hand, it also has a kind of panic in its heart, because everything about the natural disaster of the undead It was the mission entrusted to it by Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, but now, it has failed in disgrace, and even lost another great demon of the Legion.

Although it is said that Archimonde's death in battle may make the fraudster feel happy, but on the bright side, failure is failure, even if it did not die in the attack against Archimonde by the dark blade, even if it escaped safely. After killing Argus, what awaits him will be the most terrifying punishment for the Legion... The Dark Titan doesn't have much "warmth" towards those incompetent subordinates.

"Well, it seems that death can really teach a rebellious fool to learn something."

Kassanatiel nodded in satisfaction. It took a few steps back and sat on the stone throne in the dark area. It rubbed its chin with its sharp claws and looked at the soul stone containing the soul of Tichondrius. It The evil light in his eyes flickered, and Tichondrius didn't dare to disturb the thinking of the former lord. It stayed obediently in the soul stone, waiting for Cassanatier's "judgment" on it.

But... Now that it has been brought back to Azeroth from the deepest part of the Twisting Nether, it proves that Kassanatil needs it. Let it see the future and new hope.

"So, strong, evil, and cunning Kassanatiel, what do you need me to do for you in bringing me back from the Twisting Nether?"

Tichondrius "ate" the soul fragments infiltrated into the soul stone collection, just like a thirsty traveler in the desert finally drank water, it regained some energy, and asked again:

"Do you want me to serve you? I'd love to..."

"No! I need you to return to the Deceiver, Tichondrius, I need you to continue to be the Deceiver's loyal henchman, to continue to advise its dark ambitions."

Casanatiel let out a treacherous laugh:

"I and the other Nathrezim lords will not return to Argus, we will continue to stay in Azeroth to carry out our business, if there is any trouble in Argus, I need you to tell us as soon as possible, understand ?”

This weird request made Tichondrius stunned for a moment, but it quickly reacted, it nodded, and said to Cassanatil in a sincere voice:

"Don't worry, I will do well."

"Keep that to yourself."

Cassanatil waved his hand roughly, interrupting Tichondrius' act of loyalty:

"I will send you back to Northrend, where you continue to recuperate, and the Lich King will give you everything you need, but if you dare to betray us, Tichondrius, you don't want to know your end, I can send Archimonde to hell, and I can send you there easily, understand?"

"certainly."

Tichondrius still wanted to say something more, but a strange drowsiness hit him, probably because the soul was too weak, it stopped talking, but slowly entered the dormancy of the soul.

The entire dark room fell silent. A moment later, Tyrion walked into the room. He picked up the soul stone on the table, looked at it in front of his eyes, and finally put it back on the table. He looked at it. The great knight Turalyon, who gradually regained his normal body shape, asked:

"Did it find anything unusual?"

"No, that idiot didn't realize that there was something "more" in its soul, perhaps because it was too weak."

Turalyon flexed his wrist and said to Tyrion:

"The hand of the soul healer is very skillful, she is almost perfect, "sewn" the soul of Antonidas into the soul core of Tichondrius, the two souls have begun to fuse, and when Tichondrius recovers from his injuries By the time Antonidas's clear consciousness penetrates it, it will almost be completed, and at that time, you will have a second "secret child" buried inside the legion."

"He, like you, Turalyon, is a great forerunner and sacrificer. Maybe no one in this world will praise your achievements, but believe me, what you have done for Azeroth will be remembered by the Dark Blade Legion of."

Tyrion whispered to the great knight hiding in the darkness:

"In the next period of time, you will be active in the Broken Isles. I have already told you the location of the Pillars of Creation, but if possible, I hope you can find them from the Aegis of Aggramar first. As far as I know, the Titan Aggramar's soul has been captured by Sargeras, so the exposure of this World Pillar will not affect the safety of other titan souls, and it will allow you to have a sense of presence in front of Sargeras."

"It's not just for this reason?"

A hint of cunning flashed in the eyes of the great knight. He leaned on the stone seat and looked at Tyrion:

"I saw the struggle between the gods of death, you want to use us to dig a hole for the Queen of Hell, how cunning!"

"You can say what you want."

Tyrion did not refute this statement, he looked at the big knight in front of him, and he suddenly asked:

"It's hard work, isn't it?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

The big knight tilted his head and looked at Tyrion: "What's the hard work?"

"I mean, the soul and the demon are fused together, and you always have to find a way to suppress the evil thoughts surging in your heart, and occasionally let your hands be stained with blood. This kind of life must be very hard for you, right?"

The Dark Blade King said in a low voice:

"The undead also suffers from the pain of being affected by the indifferent world, but I think, the pressure you are under should be more than ten times that of mine. Can you still hold it? I don't want to cross half the world one day to kill people who are completely defeated. You have been corrupted by demons."

This is not just a condolence, it is obviously a kind of awakening of Tyrion to the big knight, but the big knight shook his head, and he said with a relaxed face:

"As long as the belief is firm, these are just the tests of the Holy Light. However, before I saw the results, I did waver. At every midnight, the demon roared and wanted to rush out of my heart. Polluting my soul, it was a very difficult time, and I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, and I could fall into the abyss below at any time."

Turalyon crossed his fingers and said as he twirled the beads on his wrist:

"But after seeing the results, after I saw with my own eyes that the mighty great demon was buried in the trap that you and I set up together, after I realized that everything I have endured, everything I have abandoned, everything I have After everything I insist on can win more life for this world and the world I love, the wavering disappears, and every day, every day, I feel that I will become more determined."

"I can feel that Cassanatier's struggle is getting weaker and weaker. Soon, it will completely merge with me. No one will be able to see the disguise of that soul. Antonidas will also join this great party. After the events, the net for new targets is about to be opened...Archimonde is only the first sacrifice, we need more...Those eyes full of malice among the stars, they will eventually die for this Feel the fear!"

While speaking, the shadow of the dark dreadlord appeared behind Turalyon, but with the beating of his fingers, the body of the dreadlord entwined with the power of shadow was gradually succumbed to by the slowly bursting holy light. It was dyed a real golden color, and the hideous fear demon king actually had a holy feeling in the lingering of the holy light. This scene made Tyrion's eyes pick up...

"You madman! Turalyon!"

Tyrion shook his head, he looked at the body of the dreadlord made of holy light with a surprised look, and said softly:

"You actually used your own will to forcibly change the life form of the Nathrezim demon... What should I call you now? The Holy Light Demon King?"

"Call it what you want."

The great knight Turalyon closed his eyes and whispered:

"This is a miracle given by the Holy Light. By the Holy Light, I have fought the good fight, I have walked the way I should walk, I have kept the way I should keep. From now on, I will be crowned with righteousness. Save it for me..."

"With a body of evil, to do great things..."

This time, Tyrion didn't disturb the great knight's prayer anymore, he just quietly admired the scene in front of him in the dark, the most just holy light pretended to be Torturayan, the miracle unfolded before his eyes, in the dark room, This scene is enough to make people feel the washing of the soul.

After a while, Tyrion walked to Turalyon who was half kneeling on the ground, praying sincerely, put his left hand on his shoulder, and said softly:

"Yes, what you and I do are all righteous things... Those empires that have been overthrown by foreign enemies can still make a comeback, but the world that collapsed from within will perish forever..."

"That's the justice we do."