While Tyrion was wandering into the depths of the Realm of Death, beyond his "dead" body, a lonely, sad little ghost was looking up, listening to something.

And in the dark and shining mist before her, there was a halo of golden light, like a passageway, like a mirror, in which someone seemed to be saying something to her, but only the peculiar child could hear.

The little ghost with a faint holy light wrapped around his body listened attentively, like a child listening to an adult, flicking his tail from time to time, nodding from time to time, and returning two words, as if they were talking happily.

But after a moment, Yuna tilted her head, scratched her head in confusion, and then asked crisply:

"My mother told me that as long as I don't give up on the Light, the Light will always find me, and she's talking about you, right?"

The halo shook a little, as if in reply.

But the moment she heard this answer, Yuna grabbed the doll in her arms, took a step back, and half-knelt beside Tyrion vigilantly, she tilted her head, looked at the halo above her head, and she cried out:

"You're not!"

"Tyrion is my light, and I am not afraid of his encouragement! You're a liar! You didn't show up to help me when I was bullied before! I don't believe you! ”

The childish questioning made the halo tremble even more, and in the curtain of light, there seemed to be other voices, but the little ghost just helplessly shook his head, and shouted:

"I don't believe you! I haven't seen you again! I hate Naru, it almost blinded me... It doesn't matter if your name is Zela or whatever, I'm not going to go with you! ”

"Besides, even if you are Naru, you can't represent the Light..."

Yuna stared at the halo above her head, she reached out and grabbed the wreath above her head, and she swore that

"Anyway, I'm going to stay here and protect my friends!"

"I have found Tyrion, he is the source of my light and courage, as long as my light is with me, then darkness will never win!"

The little girl waved her fist, and the aperture said something, but Yuna glanced at the aperture above her head with disdain:

"The Draenei believe in you, and I'm not a Draenei! I'm a true Ereda! ”

The halo flickered even more, and in a flash of light, those golden rays seeped into the deep realm of death, enveloping Yuna, as if trying to take this special little ghost away.

And Yuna kept struggling, but was still carried into the air by it, Yuna looked back at the great lord lying on the ground, and she shouted anxiously:

"Tyrion! Tyrion... Wake up! Help me! This liar is going to take me! ”

The halo became gentler, it swayed, as if to persuade the little ghost, and a touch of golden light, similar to the Naru rune, also began to wrap around Yuna's body, as if to "transform" the little girl in some way.

Yuna's screams still echoed.

"Don't! I don't want your strength! My Light is very powerful! Tyrion is powerful, I don't need to! ”

"Badass! You're a badass! I will never be afraid of you again! ”

The little ghost struggled frantically in the wrestling of the light, and she came back to her senses and flicked her wand, smashing a mixture of gold and blue stars into the circle of light, like an angry kitten.

But her power was no match for the light curtain, and beyond her body, layers of golden light wrapped around the little ghost's body, and the flickering Naru runes around her became brighter.

But at the moment when Yuna was about to be completely covered by the golden light, a hand wrapped with black lightning slammed into that layer of light curtain, and the cold and bone-chilling dark storm swept through the entire bright and generous space at this moment, and in a sound similar to the sound of glass breaking, the almost unconscious little Yuna was brought out entirely.

The light and the power of darkness collided at this moment, and Tyrion took Yuna into his arms, and a dark storm centered on him, roaring wildly in an instant, mixed with the light and shadow of black flames burning violently.

The golden power spread out like the sun, however, the figure holding Yuna did not retreat, he just tilted his head and looked at the gentle golden light above his head, he seemed to hear the voice in the light, but he didn't care.

He reached out and touched Yuna's head, and the frightened little girl hugged Tyrion's arm, and the high lord said in a gentle voice:

"You have a point, Yuna is indeed a special child, and I hope she has a bright future, but... Mother of Light, what title is this? Naru was born from the Light, and you have the purest affinity for the Light, but that doesn't mean you're the agents of the Light's will! You're just Naru, find out who you are! ”

"Want to take my friend Yuna? OK! ”

Tyrion's fingers clenched, and the spatial rift that had been forcibly opened in front of him was manipulated by his will, and it quickly closed, and he looked at the smaller and smaller point of light, and he snorted:

"Come to me and say to me personally... You head and tail rat! ”

"Get out!"

"Bang"

The creature that shone with the luster of the Holy Light wanted to say something, but in the face of the new Grim Reaper, who had just gained stewardship of the land... The strength she had come from afar was obviously not enough to confront the power of the land, and in a burst of light curtains, the entire Death Realm was once again at peace.

It wasn't until the light curtain completely dissipated that Yuna timidly raised her head and looked at Tyrion, who saw her new image in the child's shining eyes...

The thin, cold, gloomy appearance seemed to have been reshaped, and there was no longer the dryness peculiar to the necromancer, and his cheeks became vivid, very much like when he was alive, and even his hair was smooth, but still grayish-white, and supple behind his sharp ears, and the eyes were still ice-blue, but in the depths of the pupils of those eyes, there was a darker point of light, which looked strange.

Tyrion subconsciously wiped his chest, and under that chest, there was a beating heart... But it is not as simple as the heart of a living person, in every beat of it, the Great Lord can feel the power flowing in his veins... A strange, but very docile force.

That's the essence of death...

In addition, the bigger change is in his soul, if the previous soul strength was 10, then now Tyrion's soul strength should have reached 100... It was almost the limit of what his body could hold, and that was already a change in mass.

But in terms of the thickness of his soul, it is difficult for him to be called a "mortal", and even those demigods who claim to be immortal are not necessarily heavier than his soul.

"You've changed!"

Yuna jumped on Tyrian's shoulder, sat there, and played with Tyrion's hair.

"I knew you wouldn't die so easily..."

"Oh?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Tyrion's mouth, and his expression seemed to become more vivid, and he whispered:

"Who was on his knees there and crying aloud? Do you think I didn't hear it? Little girl, speaking of which, what's the matter with this light on you? ”

The Great Lord looked at Yuna, whose body was covered with golden light, and between her movements, she could still bring a beautiful touch of golden light behind her, and she didn't look like a ghost at all, but like a heroic spirit forged by holy light.

This question also bothered the little ghost, and she looked her body up and down, and then said:

"Probably the Light... The Holy Light heard my prayers~ It gave me the strength to protect my friends, and I was chatting with my parents just now~ They were in the Holy Light, but after that nasty liar woman appeared, my parents were gone. ”

The little ghost flicked its tail in triumph and frustration, and Tyrion asked:

"And what did you talk about?"

Yuna poked her finger into her cheek and said to Tyrion:

"The light, the Light told me to follow it away... But I still have a lot of things to do, and so many places I haven't visited, so I asked it, can I spend more time with my friends? I said I'd stay a little longer~"

"What does the Holy Light say?"

The Great Lord asked curiously, and Yuna jumped down from his shoulder, bringing up a beautiful golden shadow in the air, and she stood on the ground, waving her hands angrily:

"The Light didn't answer me, the next thing to say was the nasty liar, she said her name was Zela, she said she was trying to save the stars, and then she needed a lot of talented people, she said I was one of them, she said I couldn't stay here, I had to follow her, and then I knew she was a liar!"

Yuna was in a good mood, she looked left and right, looking at the Dead Realm Wilderness, which had been renewed, and she turned her head and winked at Tyrion:

"Because Mom said that the true Light will not force others to do anything!"

"Well, your mother is right."

Tyrion nodded, he also looked left and right, after all the Dementors in this land were "purified" by him, the gloomy and cold atmosphere of the Dead Realm dissipated a lot, and even the sky seemed to become clearer, of course, in this real "hell", it is difficult to see the sun.

The Great Lord looked at this land of the Dead that was in ruins, and he was a little excited, because the final destination of the Darkblade Legion that followed him was there, but this hell was not functioning properly at the moment, because it lacked something very important, and it was still far from the destination that Tyrion had in mind...

But for now, let's enjoy the victory first, and talk about these bad things later.

"Yuna..."

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"Stop playing... We, it's time for us to go home! You're my guide, and I wouldn't be able to go anywhere without you. ”

"Oh, am I so good? Hahahaha, then Tyrion, are we going straight back to Stormwind? ”

"Well... Let's go to another place first. ”

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"Aha, the sheep is in the tiger's mouth!"

"Boom"

A taunt with a strange accent rang out like thunder in the palace deep in the temple of Chira in the Great Desert of Silitus, and along with that taunt appeared a staggeringly large sword, which seemed to be made of some special material mixed with crystals, like a real door panel, and the length of the blade alone reached an astonishing 3 meters, it was hard to imagine how heavy this thing was.

But the warrior wielding it was even more striking, a typical high-ranking insect man, with a human-like body and armor made of insect nails, but reaching an astonishing height of 5 meters, like other insect people, he had hands similar to claw blades, and its cheeks were not so much a face as a bug head covered in white bones.

It's like evolving to the weird level of human-insect union, and on that face, there are a pair of vicious and merciless eyes.

Its name is Viknelas, one of the twin emperors of the Qila Worm People, and one of the strongest people in the Qila Worm Empire, the strength of the roaring and slashing sword is more than Qianjun, in its wild laughter, the only remaining black thorn armor on the body of the wilderness demigod Agamagan who keeps roaring and charging in the huge palace in front of him was also easily cut off, and after the shining lightning blade slipped down, there was also a hideous scar on the body of the demigod.

This pain stimulated the ferocity of the wilderness demigod, its eyes gleamed with vengeance, and between the swings of its short and powerful limbs, it slammed into the chest of the Zerg Emperor like a siege cannon, knocking Vikenelas out of the air, smashing into the walls of the palace like a cannonball, but just as Agamagan was about to continue the pursuit, another strange laugh rang out.

"It's like a moth to a fire!"

"Boom"

The furious magic converged into the sharpest purple ice crystals under its powerful control, and then, in the explosion of magic, stabbed into Agamagan's body, leaving another frostbite on the demigod's already scarred skin.

And the strong spiritual power shrouded the demigod like a spider web, making Agamagan's imposing charge extremely sluggish, and looking back, it was a worm man wearing purple armor, holding a worm limb wand, and the body size was almost exactly the same as Vikranis, it was another of the Twin Emperors, the Magic Emperor Viklor.

This pair of insect brothers is the most noble bloodline of the Qila Empire, they have the dual attributes of strength and magic since the day they were born, and when they cooperate with each other, even the powerful wilderness demigods are tortured and covered with wounds, unable to advance or retreat.

Of course, Agamagan is not just so capable, in real terms, it is much stronger than the Twin Emperors, but the problem is that above this Worm Palace, on the strange dark dome of the palace, there is a strange big eyeball floating there, it exudes a chaotic aura, and constantly tortures the wilderness demigods who have entered this place alone with depraved words.

This is the ultimate evil hidden in the depths, the power carrier of the Elder God, the Thousand-Eyed Demon Cthun, in other words, the powerful Wilderness Demigod is not simply fighting the difficult Twin Emperors, it is fighting the Twin Emperors and the Elder Gods who are about to get out of trouble at the same time.

None of these three enemies are easy to deal with, let alone 3v1? If this continues, perhaps the newly resurrected Agamagan will fall here again, or even worse... Become a carrier of the ancient evil world of cholera.

But as with all fantasy turns, in such critical moments, there are always heroes who are desperate to show up to help.

"Bang"

With a low thud, the gates of the closed palace collapsed as if they had been hit by a cannonball, and the commanders of the coalition forces on the anti-pest front rushed into the palace and saw the besieged demigod Aga Magan.

"Bang"

Without saying a word, Santis raised her rifle and shattered the black eyeballs hovering above the palace with a single shot, and the watcher Mavi also drew her knife wheel, the situation in front of her did not need to be explained much, she looked back at the people behind her, and she shouted in a hoarse and decisive voice:

"Don't be stunned!"

"Copy guy... Above! ”