Chapter 679: 54. Destination
"Well..."
Yrel, who was staying in the warm spring water, let out a weird moan that made people think about it. The hoof girl lay on the stone next to the hot spring in a very indecent posture. Behind her, Tiffany in a swimsuit The queen was rubbing her shoulders for her.
The warm running water washes over Yrel's white skin. After recovering all her senses, after nearly twenty years, Sister Hoo once again felt the joy of being a living person. She breathed the moist water Fog, while drinking cold wine, in this new world that the boss found for them, everything became so vivid, and the pale memory belonging to the dead has completely become a thing of the past.
"Left! More force on the left!"
Yrel flicked her tail and slapped the water in the hot spring. She drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then opened her arms, turned around suddenly, and rushed Queen Tiffany, who was caught off guard, into the water. After a burst of screaming and moaning, the two women who were fighting in the water relaxed their bodies indecently, letting their beautiful bodies float on the newly found hot spring.
Yrel looked at the gray sky above her head, and she cried out:
"Praise the boss! I'm alive again!"
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"I love this place..."
Luminas' breathing was still a little short, but her eyes had returned to the azure blue when she was a high elf. She turned her head to look at her husband, stretched out her fingers, and stroked Myra's soft and smooth face again. With a handsome face, she said softly:
"This place is our future home..."
Myra also nodded, and the Blood Lord let out a long breath. He seemed to feel the joy of breathing. After a while, he said:
"For the undead, this is really a paradise-like place, all senses are restored, all emotions are restored... It's like, like it was when we were still alive... Really People don't want to leave, but unfortunately, after entering this place, all the power is gone."
Myra put his fingers in front of his eyes, and he called for the power of Salein in his body, but he couldn't get a response. These fingers, which could easily tear apart the armor before, also became weaker. This feeling of losing power, Myra was a little uncomfortable.
But Luminas doesn't care. Compared with strength, everything here makes the young lady feel happy...
"Let's do it again."
The young lady turned over and stood up. She lowered her head and looked at Myra below her with sparkling eyes. The latter couldn't help swallowing... This is the third time, right?
The weird weakness coming from his body made Myra miss the pale life in this world at this moment, but soon, he was lost in the up and down lust paradise again.
And in the dark and twisted forest not far from this bohemian couple, leaning on the branches, quietly experiencing all the fresh senses and the shadow of the reborn body frowning, Luminas that The undisguised groans made her feel as if she had been mentally polluted.
The shadow lady wearing a mask snorted coldly, turned around and was about to rush into the depths of the dark forest, but she forgot the setting that her power would be emptied after entering the realm of death, so at the moment of starting, she always looked coldly The shadow let out a scream of panic, and the whole person fell from the high branch with teeth and claws.
"Snapped"
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground caused the birds in the forest of death to flap their wings and take off. After Tyrion cleaned up the dementors here, these original species gradually increased.
"Ah...it hurts! I'm starting to hate this world..."
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"Everything is good here..."
Grokush put the ax in his hand on the ground a little uncomfortable, and after only waving it for more than ten minutes, he felt the soreness in his arm. This kind of sense that the living have only made the orc death lord feel uncomfortable. , he turned back to Saurfang who was sitting on the side, drinking with a calm face, and said:
"Losing the strength in the body always makes people feel a little weird. Here, we are as fragile as ordinary people."
Glokush's words opened Saurfang's eyes, and the orc's eyes returned to their original brown color. He put down the wine glass in his hand, moved his body and walked towards the grass in front of him. With a rattling sound, he beckoned to Glokush:
"Don't be stupid, Black Hand...Frail mortals can't get here, come on! Remember the games we played in the Nagrand grasslands when we were young? No weapons were used, only strength and combat skills..."
"Aha!"
Glokush let out a joyous laugh and rubbed his fists:
"Gladiator, then come and see who is stronger!"
After finishing speaking, the two strong orcs fought together, but after removing the powerful death energy in their bodies and the power blessed by the dragon's blood, the damage they could cause was much smaller.
And this scene also fell into the back of the grassland, on the second floor of the wooden house that was just built, Tyrion was standing there, holding on to the railing with both hands, behind him, Aurelia walked away in her pajamas with a lazy face After coming out, there was still a trace of blush on the face of the blood mistress, she gently hugged Tyrion's waist from behind, and the two pressed together, no longer the cold sense of the dead, replaced by a more real the warmth.
Well, it's like when they were still alive, when they were still living together in the Windrunner Manor.
"We've all lost our power..."
Alleria pressed her face against Tyrion's back, and said:
"Only you still retain your power, even stronger than before...Is this because you are the controller of this place? Or is it because you deliberately set...the rules?"
Tyrion came back to his senses, leaned against the wooden railing, and hugged his wife. He felt the fragrance of Aurelia's restored blond hair, and whispered:
"Do I have such bad taste?"
"This rule is obviously abnormal, but I can't do anything about it, because this land is incomplete. The realm of death in Azeroth was torn apart by the big bang. It originally had its own set of rules, just like the present world. , but now for this complete rule to take effect, it must first become complete..."
The great lord narrowed his eyes and said calmly:
"So whether it's Bwonsamdi or Hela... they are the next target of Dark Blade, but don't worry, my Alleria, your weakness is only temporary, after the assimilation needs of the different rules of the two worlds Time, once the assimilation is complete, your power in this world will slowly recover, but it will take time... a long time."
"So you transferred three warbands to the Realm of Death at once."
Alleria understood the purpose of her husband's "big transfer", she looked at Tyrion:
"Wait until these three battle groups regain their combat capabilities, will they start a war?"
"The transfer is to make them adapt to the rules of the Realm of Death, and they won't stay here for long."
Tyrion shook his head. He listened to the whispers from the wind of the spirit world. He said to his wife:
"This world is so alive, its existence itself is an irresistible temptation for the undead. If everything is settled down, I don't mind letting all members of the Dark Blade Legion enjoy this kind of freshness, but now No... The feeling of happiness will weaken the warrior's will, you see, even Luminas can't resist the temptation of this freshness, and even plans to live here forever... I don't want us to work hard to form The warbands here are utterly abolished."
"The mission of a soldier is to fight! To win battles..."
Tyrion closed his eyes and whispered:
"For the time being, let's take this place as a resting point for the Dark Blade Legion. The mission has not been successful, and the Dark Blade still needs to work hard... However, this is not the most troublesome and urgent problem we face."
"Um?"
Alleria felt her husband's thoughts, and she asked softly:
"You're upset, I can feel it...why?"
"It's like a big pool here, Alleria."
Tyrion stroked his wife's long hair, he looked at the gray sky, he sighed:
"Although there are entrances and exits, the water in the pool cannot flow automatically. Over time, this place will become a pool of stagnant water. This hell is incomplete. It lacks a core that can absorb souls, transform and release souls. Although these things I can arrange for the Grim Reapers to do it, but there are only a limited number of them."
"We must find a suitable core for it, otherwise the dead souls in hell will gather more and more, and sooner or later a batch of troublesome dementors will be born, and once there is a core, the huge soul power entrenched here can also serve The rules we use, the world has stagnated, may work again..."
Tyrion's fingers moved in the air:
"It's far from the "destination" I imagined, but...but let's take a break now, and save these issues for later."
After finishing speaking, amidst Alleria’s screams, Tyrion picked her up and carried her into the room like a princess. You see, it’s not just the death lords who are very attached to this place, the great lord I, too, like this place very much.
Of course, man...
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"Don't talk!"
"boom"
With Yuna shouting, a golden star fell on the "prisoner" who was guarded by the death gods in the valley on the edge of the realm of death. The little ghost was wearing a super small uniform of the Dark Blade Military Law Department. Majestic and energetic, she sat on the platform of this deep underground cave, with her legs crossed, proudly watching the prisoner in front of her shiver under the burst of light from the golden planet she smashed out.
Yuna couldn't help humming a song, and then picked up the small water glass in her hand, which contained delicious fruit juice that children like to drink.
She was waving a magic wand wrapped in holy light like a whip. This girl was playing the role of "Jailor" at this time, and she had to stay here until Tyrion found a real qualified jailer. duty.
And in front of her, 18 black chains made of souls were fastened to the body of a twisted huge soul, fixing it in this dark cave. It was a disgusting thing that was constantly twisting and changing its shape. Even if it is only in the form of a soul, it is distorted like a monster with flesh and blood. From time to time, tentacles slap the stone wall of the cell, but it cannot exert its due power at all when the soul chain is fixed.
This realm of death has been controlled by Tyrion. Although Tyrion was unable to realize the true potential of this land due to the lack of core and incomplete territory, as the lord of the realm of death, he mobilized the huge and terrifying power of this place. It is still possible to suppress a prisoner with the power of the soul.
The ancient god C'Thun, who stirred up the wind and rain in Azeroth, was trapped here in the form of a soul. Although he was born in the shadow world, he lived in Azeroth for millions of years, causing him to die. After the realm, it was also "assimilated" by that rule, and it also lost the huge power of the outside world and became extremely weak.
"Chaos, confusion, anger..."
C'Thun "looked" at the weird ghost wrapped in holy light in front of him, and it tried to seduce Yuna with corrupted whispers again, but it didn't know that Yuna, as Tyrion's guide, was between the two. Living in symbiosis, its whispers were of no use to Tyrion, nor of course to Yuna.
"Don't talk!"
And this weird whisper interrupted the happy feeling of the little ghost who was enjoying the delicious juice. Yuna stared, and threw the wand in her hand fiercely, and the energy whip composed of holy light lashed Kesu. On the surface of En's soul, there was a crisp sound.
"Snapped"
This whipping naturally couldn't hurt the soul of the ancient god, but being whipped like this by a ghost also made C'Thun, who was born in chaos, full of anger.
When has it ever suffered such humiliation? Look at this silly child in front of her, she is simply treating the terrifying and frightening ancient god, K'Thun the Thousand-Eyed Demon, as a toy! ! !
It's just unbearable!
"Bastard, bastard!"
"Don't talk! You ugly!"
"Snapped"