"Whew, your eyes hurt, Tyrion, Yuna's eyes hurt!"

In the secret room of Stormwind City, the little ghost lying in the coffin of the soul gatherer covered her eyes, rolling back and forth in the mist of black soul power, and beside her, Tyrion looked at Yuna who was burned by the holy light with a worried expression, and beside him, Dornan and Vanessa also lay on the edge of the coffin, looking at the little ghost who was crying endlessly.

Tyrion's guess was correct, and the darkness in front of Yuna's eyes was dispelled as she looked directly into Adar's light.

But the problem is that it was the calmest light that Adar emitted, but Yuna's eyes were severely burned, which means that Yuna's eyes were indeed only obscured by darkness, and the light she needed was not a holy light full of positive energy.

Another, another, milder glow.

"Dad, is Yuna alright?"

Dornan grabbed Tyrion's wrist and looked at his father with a worried expression, Tyrion touched his daughter's hair and shook his head:

"The Soul Gathering Coffin can heal all the damage of the spirits, Yuna will recover soon, don't worry."

"But she looked in pain."

Vanessa, who had grown into a big girl, gritted her back molars and let out a low hissing sound, representing the pain that the little girl seemed to empathize with.

"It hurts, Yuna's body is full of shadow power that has been assimilated by the Shadow Realm, and that little bit of holy light from it almost ignites her."

The voice of the Soul Healer Annala rang out behind the crowd, and the Soul Healer appeared in the darkness flapping her wings with a soft veil of light, and she floated forward, looked at Yuna's injuries, and then turned her face to look at Tyrion:

"You're still the sovereign of necromancy... Don't you even have that common sense? A creature full of negative energy in her body should not come into contact with the power of extreme positive energy, you are not helping her, you are destroying her! ”

Tyrion shook his head in the face of the rebuke of the Soul Healer, and he whispered:

"It was my negligence, I thought that with Yuna's peculiarity, she would not be blinded by the Holy Light... Anyway, the good thing is that we have identified Yuna's problem, and now, we have to find the light that can "heal" her. ”

"I won't allow you to take her until she's healed."

Anara's hand danced, enveloping Yuna's body with cyan-colored feathers of light, and the soul healer's spell had a strong calming effect on the spirit, and soon, Yuna fell asleep.

After the little ghost had fallen asleep completely, Tyrion looked back at the Soul Healer, his face serious:

"You said that the Dementors were hunting her, and you were the ones who told me to hurry... Why stop me again now? ”

"Because you have more important things to do!"

The soul healer adjusted the power of the soul in the soul gathering coffin, and said without looking back:

"I've been keeping an eye on the Abyss of Hell since Agatha signed a contract with you, and just a day ago, the Abyss had a change, and several Shadow Vargri left the Stormfjord and disappeared into the North Sea, no matter what they're going to do, Tyrion, it proves that Hela doesn't want to be silent any longer, and it's likely that she has snatched some of the Archdemon's souls, so that some of her plans are on the verge of completion."

"She's looking for her last ally... And, most likely, it's used against you. ”

Anala's words made Tyrion's eyes turn dangerously, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the north, and he whispered:

"North Sea? Northrend... Hela is trying to woo the Lich King? Hehe, our Hellqueen has a hand, and these terrible things seem to be coming together. ”

"Uh..."

Tyrion exhaled, and when he opened his eyes again, his expression became dangerous:

"Very well, let's solve it all at once."

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Northrend, the far north of Azeroth, is a continent near the North Pole of the world, covered in storms and snow all year round, cold, barren and dangerous, and harbors many ancient secrets.

The first expedition to the Northrend continent was done hundreds of years ago by the mages of Dalaran, a time of arrogance, who believed that human magical civilization had reached a strong age, and that new magical theories were proposed almost every year, and that the mages at that time were confident and proud, and they believed that they deserved a higher position.

And the means of maintaining supremacy are brutal, and that is power, the power given by magic.

The mages of that time were also greedy, and they carried out dangerous magical experiments, trying to recreate the magic miracle of the elves of Quel's Taraz, the Well of the Sun, and even summoned dangerous creatures from outside the territory to study the mysteries of life and stars.

Forgive the ignorance of the mages, who at that time obviously did not understand the secrets behind this world.

In short, in the pursuit of power, the mages embarked on a path to find the center of the world's magical power, and they built powerful mage towers around the world to monitor the flow of the world's magical power, and finally, they discovered the place where the world's magic power gathered.

It's in the far north of the world... In a mysterious overseas valley southeast of Northrend.

The mages sprang into action, and a mighty army of mages set out on a journey that would cross the impenetrable icy North Sea of mortals, the dragon-infested keel wilderness of the savage Viku, and the nomadic yaks and ice trolls watched on the islands of supreme magic that challenged the magic king of Azeroth.

It was the dragon lord of the Elder Blue Dragon Legion, a supreme being who had been given magical authority by the Titans, the top life of Azeroth... The lonely and insane King of Magic, Malygos.

The old blue dragon hated the insatiable mages, and it showed them in the most direct way who was the master of Azeroth's magic.

It brutally severed the connection between the mages who thought they were powerful and the web, and threw the haunting and terrified humans into the place of their dreams, the Nexus of Azeroth, but only as prisoners.

Since then, the feud between the Blue Dragon and Dalaran has existed... And it continues to this day, but the challenge of the mages is not meaningless, and their travelogues have been passed back to human society, becoming the first impression of human civilization on the continent of Northrend.

And now, guided by that ancient map, Alsace. Minethil stepped onto the frozen wasteland, almost following the path that the mages had taken, and at the edge of the dragonbone wilderness of snow and white bones, the human king couldn't help but wrap his black fur around the vast expanse of snow in front of him.

But under the blows of Northrend's coldest storm, Arthas still felt the chill seeping into his bones, not only because of his surroundings, but also because of his predictions about his future.

From the moment he embarked on the trip, he vaguely guessed that it would be an adventure that would never go back.

Arthas's golden hair was covered with frost, and behind him, the captain of the guard, Faric and Marvien, trudged through the snow, Rao was already a powerful warrior, but in this extremely harsh natural environment, their strength was also greatly limited, just now, on the first day they entered this snowfield, a group of fierce wolverines caught the three of them off guard in the cold wind.

These savage relatives of the gnolls, with their thick fur and fierce character, were the most dangerous hunters in the cold wind and falling snow, and it took Arthas, with two loyal subordinates, to kill the group of hunters in their traps, and at the cost of losing two horses, and Marvion was left with two scratched wounds on her wrists and waist.

"Buzz"

The holy light in Arthas's hand shone on the wounds of his subordinates, and the bloody wounds were slowly recovering, but in the current situation, low temperature was the enemy of the wounded.

"Your Majesty, leave me alone!"

The pale-faced Mavion said to Arthas:

"You are only one last step away from your final destination, I can't hold you back, leave me here, let Farrick accompany you to continue on your journey, I will be fine!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Marvien. ”

Arthas stubbornly shook his head:

"You are not only my guards in my heart, you have been by my side since you were young, you are more like my relatives, I will not leave you! And the voice was telling me that it was ahead... Soon. ”

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I am back! ”

Faric's low cry also sounded at this moment, and in the howling wind, the tall warrior dragged some of the branches that had been cut down and simply tied with ropes,

"The dwarves of Kazmodan often use this sleigh to transport goods, don't worry, poor Marvien, we will get to our destination!"

Faric and Arthas joined hands and placed the wounded Marvion on the sleigh, and Arthas trapped a few ropes on his black, majestic horse, patted the horse's neck, turned back to his guards, and said:

"Yes! We'll reach our destination, and Invincible will follow us, right, Invincible? ”

"Restored"

The sturdy horse answered its master with a series of neighings, and in the midst of the increasingly large and cold wind and snow, a war horse pulled a sleigh, and the three of them, escorted by two companions, set out again.

Soon, their figures disappeared into the perennial blizzard of the Dragonbone Wilderness, as if they had been completely swallowed up by this vast snowfield.

Ten minutes later, in the snowy sky, an undead dragon in black armor roared across the sky, and the death knight riding behind the dragon scanned the snow field below with indifferent eyes.

"Wow"

The Death Knight rode the Wyvern into the snow below, he stabbed the ground with the halberd in his hand, and soon, the corpse of a wolverine that had been completely frozen was lifted from the snow pit, the Death Knight leaned down and sensed the concentration of death energy in the corpse with his fingers, and after a few moments, he threw the body in the snow, and then reported in the spirit contact:

"Chillwind Commando... Come to my location, I've found them! ”

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"So, what about your reply?"

The powerful Shadow Valkyrie, with black wings on her back, looked indifferently at the strange soul frozen in the ice in front of her, and at the top of the black spire above the barren ice floe, even with the protection of the power from the abyss of the underworld, she could still feel that this strange soul was watching her in front of her.

With an arrogant, prey-gazing gaze...

A moment later, the hoarse voice of the Lich King rang out in the hearts of these uninvited shadow Vagris, like a tired and languid old man:

"What do you mean... The Queen of the Abyss of Hell is very unhappy with Tyrion's unruliness, but she can't spare the time and energy to deal with him herself, so she wants to use me and my men as cannon fodder, and let us fight to the death with Tyrion's Darkblade Army... Well, it's really like the tone of a queen, arrogant and illogical. ”

"But the question is, why should I say yes?"

The Lich King's voice became playful, and a glimmer of light shone in the icy ice:

"Why?"

"You're not alone, Lich King."

The Shadow Valkyrie Ann Reach replied in a tone of course:

"The Queen of Hell has sent her most powerful warriors, we to help you and your legion, and after our forces join, your legion will become even stronger in a short time! And in response to your rudeness question, I would say... After you have punished the foolish and arrogant Lord of the Blades, Tyrion, for the Queen, the Queen will mercifully grant you the things you desire most. ”

Ann Halder, the leader of the Shadow Valkyries, rubbed her fingers on the spear for a moment, and in the Lich King's silent wait, she spoke Hela's hole cards.

"The Merciful Queen will give you what you ask for... Freely! ”

"Freedom?"

The Lich King's voice grew deeper, and he let out a series of hoarse laughs, in which the snowflakes fluttering in the endless cold night sky around the Black Tower became more frenzied, like a supreme being venting his emotions, and finally, the Lich King replied in his trademark hollow voice:

"What a nostalgic and longed-for word... The world is alive, the touch is alive..."

"Freedom, what a beautiful thing... Since the "benevolent" Queen Hela thinks she can give me unattainable "freedom", what reason should I refuse? ”

"Come on, let's and Tyrion... Let's go to war. ”