Chapter 715 35. Invitation to Death

Death, death is not a cold interpretation, it is a state, a power, and a medium that can have an impact on the real world. Of course, it can be used instead of enveloping the world in a naturally occurring form.

Tyrion integrated the third hell. Although the rules of that hell are incomplete and the whole is in a state of "desolation", it does not mean that Tyrion cannot use the power of death. In fact, at the beginning of the "pardon" "When all the soul eaters in hell, the strange forms of death, the perception and understanding of death by those resentful spirits, all blessed the great lord and gave him new power.

A power unknown, one rarely used by Tyrion.

On the forest-dwelling battlefield of Ashenvale, the natural demigod Cenarius, a powerful creature with antlers, the body of a stag and the upper body of a night elf, swept the forest with a natural storm in his anger. , The ancient trees were endowed with new vitality, they upheld the anger of nature, pulled out their roots from the ground, and then unleashed their infinite brute force on the battlefield in front of them.

The vicious demons tried to deal with these trees with flames, but before these natural creatures were burned, they roared like heroes who feared death, rushed into the battlefield, and disrupted the army of mighty demons. , the most terrible thing is that in the natural storm set off by the natural demigod, the endless natural energy is constantly repairing the damage of those huge treants, allowing them to fight back against the demon's evil fire.

What is the most in Ashenvale?

trees!

On this battlefield, Cenarius is like a general commanding the Invincible Legion, he will never lack soldiers.

Cenarius' green eyes fixed on Akali, the demon assassin staggered by the force of nature in front of him. The ugly face under the hood, the scaled and scarred face, the meaningless face burned by fel energy.

And those dark red vicious eyes, she lay on the ground with difficulty, and crawled towards Cenarius, who was watching her like a god, she kept cursing, as if she was resenting this damn world and Her weak strength.

"It's ugly!"

Cenarius raised his left hand, and the vines stretched crazily on the arm of the demigod of nature. In the blink of an eye, thorns and thorns as hard as steel covered Cenarius' arm like a weapon. This giant deer The demigod raised his front hooves, and he let out a disgusted neigh:

"Your exterior is as ugly as your heart..."

"crash"

Under the entanglement of the green energy storm, the demigod of nature charged towards the lingering demon assassin like the most powerful knight. His left arm was raised, and the thorns that were more terrifying than steel entangled crazily, as if A deadly lance, under the powerful charge of Cenarius, will completely pierce the heart of the demon assassin Akali in the next moment.

This demon assassin who crosses the stars will die today on the battlefield she chose, and the shadow of that death is like a real cold storm, making Akali's eyes widen. She climbed up from the ground, clenched the vicious weapon that turned into a battle ax and roared with both hands, and her eyes were full of malice.

This is what a demon should look like, even if it is death, you have to face it directly.

However, at the moment when Cenarius, who was running wildly, raised his left arm and was about to pierce the thorn in Akali's heart, a black light suddenly pierced the space, like a black arrow shot silently, from He precisely hit the running demigod from behind, causing Cenarius' indifferent expression to change dramatically at this moment.

This scene completely fell into the eyes of the demon assassin Akali, and the subsequent changes made it impossible for even a well-informed demon assassin to understand.

In front of her eyes, the demigod of nature, whose whole body was entwined with endless natural energy, launched a decisive charge, like a god in mythology, and the powerful enemy Cenarius, his expression was astonished and terrified, as if there was something terrible Something happened to him, and the black light that shot into his body seemed to be an inducement, and it seemed to turn on a taboo switch in his body.

"crash"

The natural storm that enveloped the entire battlefield and destroyed everything suddenly calmed down at this moment. It was still surging one second, but the entire battlefield returned to its due silence in the next second. The green halo that pierced the sky and represented life was like Disappeared like an extinguished sun, those awakened Treant neighed in grief at this moment, and then resumed the form of a giant tree again.

All of this was like a dream, and the demons who were crushed and beaten by the tree men didn't even react, but the balance of victory was in their favor.

Akali could see it clearly, right in front of her eyes, there was a tinge of blue death on the serious cheeks of the nearly invincible Cenarius, originally full of life energy, you didn't even need to open your eyes to feel it. His fresh body seemed to be completely reversed at this moment, and all vitality disappeared at this moment, but it was not like a dry river...

Just like a polluted river, all the fresh vitality is "replaced" in an instant by an extremely opposite energy...a cold death...

But Cenarius didn't die because of this, because Tyrion didn't want to let the demigod of nature die in his hands, he didn't even hurt the demigod of nature. This kind of freezing and lethal power can even make Cenarius even more destructive. However, will the demigod of nature use the power of death?

So, what did Tyrion do at that moment?

It's very simple, he just used his new power to replace the life that Cenarius belonged to with death... Life and death, this is a power with two sides, just like light and shadow, like order and chaos... Accompanied by each other, as long as you infiltrate and master one of them, you will naturally be able to control the other.

This is the real power given to Tyrion by the realm of death, this is his understanding of death, this is the true meaning of the finger of death...not pure slaughter, but pure, law-based, life and death. .. convert!

As strong as Cenarius' original life energy is, the death energy after being converted is as strong as it is, but this conversion is temporary, because Tyrion does not have the complete power of death, and he cannot do it in the world. The power to instantly transform a demigod of nature into a "demigod of death", but to be precise, in this ever-changing battlefield, this is enough.

"No!!!"

Feeling the extremely destructive death energy in his body, Cenarius, whose face changed drastically and whose body was filled with icy mist, let out a roar that shook the sky. However, he seemed to have forgotten that the deadliest power among the stars The killer is standing in front of him.

"Aha!"

Akali's cold voice sounded in Cenarius' trance, and what came with it was the ax blades that tore the neck of the natural demigod interlaced from behind, and the blue and red tomahawks cut open It cut off one-third of Cenarius' neck, and from a distance, it looked like Akali had "beheaded" the demigod of nature.

Of course, it is not so simple to kill a demigod, but after losing the life support given by natural energy, the cut wound and the pain seeping into the spinal cord seem to be doubled, The paralyzing and deadly toxin also began to affect the thinking of the demigod of nature, and the unrestrained and uncontrollable death energy in the body made Cenarius unable to even fight back.

He is not used to this kind of cold power, he has never been in contact with this kind of pure death, he doesn't know how to mobilize it, and he doesn't even know how to accept it.

But Akali is not a warrior who is willing to fight head-on. She is a vicious assassin. Seizing every opportunity and giving the opponent a fatal blow is her code of conduct. Cenarius in front of her can't move and can't fight back. This is her last Great opportunity!

"You're dead... your heart just doesn't know it..."

Akali's crazily laughing and decomposing body into a deadly phantom set off a crazy massacre storm around Cenarius. Amidst the splatter of cold blood and flesh, Cenarius, the powerful demigod of nature, felt it, Death is coming.

"puff"

With the fierce final blow, the staggered ax blades sliced ​​through Cenarius' blood-covered upper body. Between the terrible tearing wounds attached to the Devourer's Fang, Akali saw that the demigod of nature was still beating. Heart, she stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, raised the battle ax in her left hand high, and then chopped it down fiercely.

"boom"

Cenarius is strong and noble, his body collapsed like a small hill, and the cold force of death slowly dissipated from his body. The new force of nature was trying to save his master. However, he was too seriously injured up...

Cenarius was lying in his own warm blood, he struggled to open his eyes, he saw the demon assassin walking in front of him, the crazy bastard raised the battle ax in his hand, with a crazy and bloodthirsty smile In the middle, the battle ax shining with cold light crashed down.

Naturally, the demigod felt that the field of vision in front of him began to spin crazily, as if being thrown high into the sky, and finally hit the ground again. Just before the bouncing vision was shrouded in darkness, he saw the world surrounded by the fearful demon king and demon assassins. The orc chief Grom, the latter is like a wild beast that is desperate to fight back. However, even the demigod of nature has fallen, how long can Grom last?

The headless body of Cenarius was twitching, life was being separated from the body bit by bit, and the immortal soul of the demigod of nature rose from his body, it was a bright soul like a stag, in the High in the skies of this slaughtered battlefield, a gate has been opened to the Emerald Dream, another world that welcomes the return of the spirits of the demigods of nature.

But at the moment when the soul of the unconscious Cenarius was about to enter the Emerald Dream, a familiar black light whizzed across the sky like a blade, and in the convulsions of the natural demigod soul, one-fifth of his brilliant soul Being cut down...the next moment, the remaining souls were swallowed by the gate of the Emerald Dream...completely.

"Recovery"

The severed soul of Cenarius changed rapidly in the air, breaking away from the body of a demigod. This small piece of soul was freed under the action of a higher power, and finally turned into a head very similar to Cenarius' body. The human stag has no self-awareness, just like a newborn child, it can only instinctively run towards the existence that gives it freedom.

It was like a lively little deer, jumping back and forth around the elf in the black windbreaker, and let out childish screams. Tyrion squatted down, hugged the lively little cutie in his arms, and gently stroked it. Looking at this young soul, he nodded to his wife standing beside him. The blood mistress in black gloves and a hunting suit drew the bow in her hand at this moment.

"Whizzing"

The scalp-numbing sound of arrows shooting sounded on the battlefield. The dread demon king Bainholle and the demon assassin Akali who were besieging Grom raised their heads at the same time, but the moment they reacted, entangled The arrows of blood and cold death had pierced through their bodies, and the huge force pushed their bodies backwards, finally nailing the two ferocious demon sub-lords to the trees on the edge of the battlefield.

Akali struggled, she glared viciously at the figure holding the war bow, even she, the powerful assassin among the stars, didn't feel when these two weird elves appeared here, she wanted to Abusing her, however, the man holding the soul fawn glanced up at her.

With just one glance, those calm ice-blue eyes were like steel seals, firmly imprinted on her heart. Fear... The great fear was like looking directly at death itself. That kind of unreasonable fear made Ah Carrie shut her mouth firmly, then lowered her head, pretending that she didn't exist.

Tyrion, holding the soul fawn, walked up to Grom. He looked out of breath and was covered with scars, but he still held on and refused to fall, and stared at his old orc viciously. The high lord said softly explain:

"Follow me, Grom, a war more important than this child's game is about to begin, and it will directly determine the fate of the entire world. I need a warrior like you..."

"In exchange, I will give you a chance to liberate all orc souls..."

Grom's eyes changed drastically several times. Finally, he glanced at the battle ax in his hand, looked at his trembling hands, and asked in a low voice:

"The curse of blood?"

"Yes, freedom of soul, body and will."

With a light wave of Tyrion's finger, the roaring death army roared out from every corner of the battlefield. Under the will of the great lord, they roared silently, like a dark and turbid current, and swept away the mighty warriors behind them. The demons were completely overwhelmed.

"Then this war? You... you don't plan to intervene?"

Grom looked at Tyrion, who tilted his head and said calmly:

"Children's play..."

"What does it have to do with me?"