“emmmm”

The little ghost Yuna sat on the table opposite Tyrion like a mischievous little monkey, her cheeks bulging, her left hand holding a fork, and the spoon in her right hand, and on the table in front of her, there was a pot of mushroom and fish soup, which was specially made for the ghost lady by Tyrion's personal chef, Mr. Lal, for the tasteless undead.

The kid was a little rude when he was feasting, but overall, he was cute.

Also, Yuna is only a small one, but this little girl is more than ten times older than Tyrion, and you can't judge the age of a spirit by its appearance, because when they die, their appearance is fixed.

There is no doubt that there is a secret in the little blind ghost Yuna, and Tyrion believes that this ignorant little girl in front of him will be his "guide" to the realm of death, and the ownership of the mysterious third hell of Azeroth is likely to be inseparable from the child in front of him.

In short, it's a precious "key", though Yuna herself may not even know it.

"Good friend Tyrion, you know? It's been a long time since I've had such a delicious soup. ”

Under Tyrion's gaze, Yuna put the last piece of brightly colored mushroom in her mouth, then wiped her mouth, grabbed her hair, and muttered:

"I haven't had anything since Mom and Dad left, how long has it been? A thousand sunrises and sunsets... Two thousand, no, no, no, it's been too long, I can't even count them! ”

Yuna gripped her finger for a few seconds before giving Tyrion a big smile, but it looked somewhat strange due to her eyes were always blank.

"So you've been lonely, right? My little friend, Yuna, can you tell me where you're from? ”

Tyrion asked softly in a tone that spoke to a child:

"Friends, you have to get to know each other, you see, my name is Tyrion. Dawnblade, I'm from Quel'Thalas, I'm 315 years old, I'm an elf, what about you? ”

"Elves? What is a genie called? Argus doesn't have elves, but we have elven dragons, little ones, very cute! ”

The little ghost grabbed her hair and babbled, so that Tyrion didn't know how to answer, but soon, Yuna said to herself:

"My name is Yuna, I'm an Ereda, and I'm a Eridan... Well, I don't know, but I live with my mom and dad on the northwest side of the Archon's Seat in Makere, and I go to school in the Shadow Garden, and my teacher says I'm going to be a great mage in the future! Or a priest! Yuna is amazing! ”

As she spoke, the little ghost stood on the chair, waving her fingers, and in the spirit state, with the waving of her fingers, clusters of blue light unique to ghosts sprinkled in the air, looking very beautiful.

"Agus, little Yuna, do you mean, in your memory, Agus has not been destroyed by demons?"

Tyrion's eyes narrowed, and if what Yuna said was true, it meant that the inconspicuous little ghost in front of him was likely dead before the world of Argus was destroyed by the evil power of the Dark Titan Sargeras.

That time ago... It's been 25,000 years.

"No~"

The little ghost spread out his hands and said to Tyrion:

"The day Mom and Dad left, Yuna played with Nur at home, Dad told Yuna to hide in the room and not come out, he and Mom were going to fight terrible monsters, but Yuna waited for a long time, Mom and Dad didn't come back, and then Yuna was very tired, so she fell asleep with Nur in her arms... When Yuna wakes up..."

Yuna lowered her head a little sadly, and she stroked her eyes:

"When Yuna woke up, she couldn't see it, she couldn't see the light, there was only darkness in front of her, and there were a lot of screams, and they, Mom and Dad's friends, Yuna's uncles and aunts, they seemed to be scared... It seems that some terrible monsters are chasing them. ”

Speaking of this, Yuna waved her hands and screamed with some excitement:

"Yuna tried to help them, but they couldn't hear Yuna, Yuna shouted at them as hard as she could, but they couldn't hear... Then, and then Agus became very quiet, and Yuna wanted to go to the Shadow Garden to find the teacher, who would always protect us, but Yuna met a very ugly monster! ”

The little ghost clutched at his face, as if trying to imitate the monster's ferocity, but a little child made such a gesture as if he were grimacing.

"Yuna was eaten... But it didn't hurt at all, and then Yuna had a long dream, and when Yuna woke up again..."

The little ghost shook her head, and she "looked" at Tyrion:

Yuna heard the voice of her best friend Tyrion! You're also the only one who can hear Yuna speak in such a long time. ”

She jumped out of her chair with joy, stumbling on the ground, but quickly got up, ran to Tyrion's hand, and took the hand of the Great Lord, who, like a docile kitten, leaned against Tyrion's hand:

"It's still so dark! Yuna can't see anything, but at least we're together now, Yuna and good friend Tyrion, we're just lost for the time being, right? We're just... I don't know where I am for a while, right? Tyrion? ”

There was a hint of fear in Yuna's childish voice, which could not be concealed, even though she had lived in ghost form for tens of thousands of years, but her mind was still a child, and it was hard not to feel fear after experiencing the infestation of the Dead Realm, the horror of being captured by Dementors in that strange world.

And Yuna's question is still deep in Tyrion's heart, the little ghost is lost in his way home, and Tyrion is the one who is lost between the dead and the living, although he has always shown confidence in front of his subordinates, but in his heart, he still can't be sure where his future is.

Yuna was right, he was lost too.

The Great Lord stretched out his hand and wiped it on the top of Yuna's head, and the little ghost raised her head and blinked her "godless" eyes, she seemed to sense her friend's emotions, and she whispered:

"Are you sad too? Tyrion, did Yuna say the wrong thing? ”

"No, kid."

The Great Lord smiled dumbly, he was not fragile enough to need a little child to comfort him, he patted little Yuna on the head, helped her straighten her hair, and said:

"Everything will be fine, whether it's you or me... By the way, can you tell me how you got into the Shadow Realm? ”

"The Shadow Realm? What is that place? ”

Yuna asked with a blank expression:

"Yuna doesn't know about the Shadow Realm, but when Tyrion killed the monster, Yuna did go to another place, and that place was strange, with light and sounds... The voice kept talking in Yuna's ears, but Yuna didn't know what it was talking about, and there were some ugly monsters chasing Yuna, so Yuna wanted to ask her friends for help, and then she came to you! ”

"Voice?"

Tyrion's eyes narrowed, he picked Yuna up and held her in his arms, and he asked softly:

"What is that voice telling you? Can you tell me? ”

"Of course! Tyrion is Yuna's best friend! ”

The little ghost grabbed the big lord's arm lovingly, and she said word by word:

"That voice told me..."

"You can't defeat the darkness without a crown, that's how the rules are..."

"Wow"

When he heard this, the death energy around Tyrion exploded at this moment, as if a beast under a fierce threat was instinctively fighting back.

The words were said by Yuna, but when they fell on Tyrion's ears, the little ghost's lively voice suddenly changed into an emotionless and indifferent voice at that moment, and the tone made Tyrion hairy all over, and even a vision of a black sun appeared in the vision in front of him, it was like a pure black eye, and the moment it looked directly, the Great Lord's whole body became stiff.

"Tyrion? Tyrion? What happened to you? ”

Yuna's voice sounded in the sky, and the voice quickly summoned Tyrion's consciousness back to the real world, he looked at the little ghost in his arms a little blankly, and the next moment, Tyrion's fingers clenched.

He was now 100% sure that this sentence was brought to him by the consciousness of the Death Realm to Yuna's mouth...

This child is indeed a "guide", but it is not simply a guide who leads Tyrion to the Dead Realm, or a "guide" used by the consciousness of the Dead Realm to locate him.

Just now, the world had once again "seen" him, and had once again sent him an "invitation".

"Crown?"

Tyrion savored the word, and he said in confusion:

"What is the crown?"

"Yuna doesn't know."

When the little ghost saw that Tyrion was safe, she was happy again, but after a while, she leaned into Tyrion's arms, and said with some dejection:

"Well, if only Yuna could see clearly, it's always dark here... If Yuna could see things, she would be able to find the "crown" herself. ”

Hearing this, Tyrion's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the little ghost's unintentional words made him realize... Faced with the mystery left behind by this realm of death, he may have some eyebrows.

The appearance of this little ghost is definitely not accidental, just from the fact that she can freely enter and exit the Dead Realm, it means that Yuna must have some kind of "mission", and this mission is likely to be an important factor in solving the mystery of the Dead Realm.

"Let's go, little girl."

After a few minutes of thought, Tyrion stood up and put the little girl in his arms on the ground, he took Yuna's hand and whispered:

"There's nothing wrong with your eyes, you can't see what you're looking for, it's just the darkness that obscures your eyes, so now... Let us help you find a ray of light that illuminates the darkness. ”

"Of course, before we leave, there's one more thing."

Tyrion moved his shoulders as he muttered:

"Agasha!"

"In!"

Wearing the Valkyrie helmet, Vargri slowly emerged in the darkness behind Tyrion, holding the glow spear in her hand to the ground, then bowed her head, waiting for Tyrion's orders.

"You go to Northrend, and the Chillwind Commando is under your command for the time being, looking for Arthas throughout the Northern Continent. Minethiel's trace, as soon as I find him, report it, and I'll rush over as fast as I can. ”

"Yes."

Vargri glanced at Yuna, the little ghost who was staying beside Tyrion with his half-covered visor, who sensed the stranger's breath and grabbed Tyrion's wrist and hid behind Tyrion.

"Don't be afraid, kid."

Tyrion touched Yuna's hair and whispered:

"It's a friend."

"Oh."

Yuna poked her head out and waved her hand at Agasa:

"Hey, I'm Yuna, a friend of Tyrion."

Vagri nodded, gave Yuna a stilted smile, then took a step back and slowly disappeared into the darkness, the Grand Lord picked Yuna up, placed it on his shoulder, and walked out of the mansion.

"Let's go, little girl, I'll take you to meet my daughters, and you'll be good friends, I promise."

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Draenor World, Shattrath City.

It is the only city in this small world that is still controlled by the living, and as the rule of the Blades over Draenor becomes more and more secure, the exiles who cannot tolerate the system established by the undead exist in this growing city, living their lives under the protection of the Holy Light Naruadar.

But where there are more people, the more acute, the more acute the contradictions, in today's Shattrath City, the total number of exiles of all ethnic groups has exceeded 1.2 million, and the situation is better in the main city controlled by the Draenei, and in the slums where the exiles are concentrated, almost every neighborhood is ruled by sects of different ideas.

Some people indulge in fragile peace, some people are only willing to bury their heads in their lives, and some people are not willing to be taken away from this world by the undead, they are brewing counterattacks again and again, but unfortunately, those who lack cohesion and effective command of the guerrillas rush out every "holy war" is just to provide new soldiers for the Darkblade Legion.

Darkblade's "captivity" program in the world of Draenor has been a real success.

"Yuna, don't be afraid, follow me!"

Dornan, dressed in a hunting suit, was running fast in Naru Square, and behind her, the little ghost who appeared in front of the others for the first time looked a little afraid, but she still floated in a way that looked for sounds, and followed closely behind her new friend.

Farther away, Tyrion, dressed in civilian clothes, pulled his cowboy hat down, he didn't come to Shattrath City in an official capacity, and he didn't want to cause the local authorities to be nervous.

"This is Draenor's brightest pillar of light! That's what Dad told us to find..."

Standing breathlessly in front of the pillar of light of the Holy Light Naruadar, Dornan pointed to the tangram Naru that emitted a holy light and voice suspended in mid-air, and shouted loudly:

"Adar can dispel all darkness, and it sings beautifully, come on, Yuna, stand by me!"

At the urging of Dornan, the little ghost Yuna quietly appeared behind her, and she used her godless eyes to "fix" at the Holy Light Naru in the air in front of her, and while Yuna was looking at Adar, the Holy Light Naru, whose mind was immersed in another dimension, seemed to feel this gaze, its tangram body moved slowly, and in the light song, it also set its eyes on the little ghost beside Dornan.

And at the moment when the two made eye contact, Yuna suddenly covered her eyes and let out a cry of pain:

"What's that! A light in the darkness, Yuna saw... But it's so bright! It's so dazzling! Yaay It's too bright, it's too bright! Ahhh ”

The little ghost's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations, Dornan nervously wanted to catch Yuna who was running for a long time, and Tyrion also nervously took a few steps forward, and the Holy Light Naru seemed to sense something, a warm light tried to envelop the running little ghost.

But the next moment, Yuna waved her hands and threw herself back into the Shadow Realm, as if she appeared out of thin air, and she disappeared into thin air.

"Uh... Isn't it the Holy Light? ”

Tyrion looked at this scene, he shook his head, waved his hand at the somewhat worried Dornan, and was about to leave with his daughter, behind him, the Holy Light Naru let out a series of light sounds, and a gentle voice sounded in Tyrion's heart:

"Lord of the Darkblade, that little girl... I felt a different aura about her, a dangerous and cold aura, you... What are you planning? ”

Tyrion didn't look back, just waved his hand back:

"It's none of your business, Adar... Don't ask. ”