In Golek. After the dark soul of Tur was violently chewed by the apocalypse, the source of the shadow of the Realm of Decay was shattered, and this dark haunted place seemed to have a life of its own, and it let out a shrill hiss, roaring and swaying through the darkness, wanting to bury all life within.

But both Tyrion and Aort were more powerful than these undominated darkness could influence, and in the midst of the howling storm of darkness, the two of them put away their weapons and strolled along the road covered by the clouds.

This hellish place is huge, and the unexplored area is almost as large as the entire Drusva, but no matter how big the place is, there is always an end, and along the way, Tyrion occasionally uses soul fire to release the souls of those civilians who are bound here, and in the pale light feathers of soul dissipation, the two finally come to the end of the withered realm.

It was a chaotic curtain of light, like the edge of an enchantment, with an invisible line separating the realm of decay from the tumbling chaos, as if they were two worlds.

"There's no way out."

Tyrion reached out and tried to pass through the curtain of light in front of him, but it was like a thick wall, and no matter how much force his hand exerted, it couldn't penetrate it.

"Sure enough, this place is not connected to the Emerald Dream Realm."

The Withercaller Patriarch half-knelt in front of the light curtain that shone with an eerie light, his hands glowing with the dark green power of nature, and as he sensed the jagged cracks, he said to the King of the Dark Blades beside him:

"This is a part that has been "cut" from the vast emerald dream... Maybe the demigods of the wilderness noticed the boundary of this **, maybe it was the handiwork of a powerful awakener, or maybe it fell off naturally under the action of some force... In short, Golek. Tours and his Droucesters weren't up to it. ”

"So, this is a closed, small, ** emerald dream?"

Tyrion flicked his wrist as he looked at the druid beside him:

"Can this place be transformed?"

"Of course! It must also be transformed! ”

A hint of resoluteness flashed across Alter's face, and he looked back at the earth shrouded in decaying darkness, and he whispered:

"There is one thing I have been hiding from you, that the Patriarch's mission in Mount Hyjal is not going well... Perhaps it was because of the wrong things these Drusters had done that the teachings of the Blightcasters were not accepted by the Great Druids, and under the strict orders of the Deerhelm Mentor, Moyana had to secretly recruit new brothers... She didn't even dare to step into the Emerald Dream again. ”

"This is not going to work, if the Blighter wants to develop, they must have their own "holy land", the vast forests of the Valley of Thorns, and the withered realm that will be purified in the future, we no longer need to look at the faces of those stubborn Great Druids. ”

A hint of yearning for the future flashed across the Withercast Patriarch's face:

"Any organization should have a sacred mission... Here I saw it! The Withers' sacred mission to purify the realm of the withered and save the land of Drusva from dark folly, yes, the King of the Forest has left a legacy here, and the people here have the blood of nature in their veins, and they deserve to be the orthodoxy dominated by the Withers! ”

"Drusva, this will be the place where the Blightcallers will rise!"

"Good, that's what I'd like to see."

A glint flashed in Tyrion's narrowed eyes, his gaze searching the darkness behind him, and he whispered:

"The whole of Kul Tiras, this vast island country, can even be managed by the Blightcasters, and I believe you can manage it, but the problem now is that if you want to purify this sliced emerald dream, you must first find the source of corruption here, the rift that leads to the Dead Realm, and that is what I am looking for."

"Leave it to us."

Alter took his thornwood cane and said to Tyrion:

"It is difficult for outsiders to discover the source of the ** hidden in this land where the real and the virtual are intertwined, so we should seek advice from the local natives, the Great Jing Whisperer, Master Alpha, and what he preached about a young wilderness demigod wandering in the local jungle... We'll find it, and it'll help us find the rift that hides under our eyes, but it will take time. ”

"I'm patient enough."

The King of the Dark Blades rubbed his forehead, and he replied:

"But don't keep me waiting too long, I already have a hunch that that place, the Death Realm, will be the most important part of the Dark Blade's self-sublimation, and I must get it!"

Ten minutes later, after completely purifying the painful souls bound to the realm of decay, Tyrion and Oort returned to the present world, the king of the dark blades raised his head, in his vision, he could vaguely see that in this dark sky, there were still some confused human souls being dragged into the realm of decay, it seems that the "hell on earth" that the Drusters wanted to establish back then has achieved some results.

But unfortunately, souls do not find rest there, they can only get endless torture and suffering, that is not the real cycle of life and death, that is wrong!

"I warn you, Tyrion."

At the moment when the King of the Dark Blades stepped out of the realm of decay, the voice of Vagri Agasa, which belonged to him, sounded in his heart:

"Whatever you're looking for the entrance to the Dead Realm, but now, even if you find it, I won't allow you to enter it... Hundreds of thousands of years ago, when Odin discovered the Abyss of Hades, he and the other Guardians made elaborate modifications to make it able to accommodate souls normally, and even for powerful Guardians, the Dead Realm is an extremely dangerous place. ”

"What's more, you're missing a guide... Once you venture into it, all you can get is eternal loss, and mortals have no power in that world. ”

Hearing this, Tyrion frowned:

"Can't you be my guide?"

"It's a pity, but I can't."

There was a hint of helplessness in Agatha's voice:

"The realm of death that I am familiar with is only the part of the abyss of the underworld, and in the same way, what Bonsandy is familiar with is only the part of the underworld that belongs to him, once you step into an unfamiliar area, even Hela and Bonsandy will be lost, you know, it is a vast and infinite world, far larger than this world, countless times larger... It's like a reflection of the stars, no one can really see it, and no one can really rule it. ”

"That" wizard "... What does it have to meet? ”

The King of the Blades asked again, and after a moment, Agatha spoke his understanding in a brief but clear language:

"First of all, it must live in the Shadow Realm, to be accepted and accommodated by the Dead Realm."

"Otherwise, the area where it is located, there can't be a Dead Keeper like Hela and Bonsandy, otherwise even if you enter it, the Administrator will find it and have a good chance of being captured, it must exist in a borderland."

"In the end, it needs a rift between the present world and the dead world to get in and out, and it must be willing to help you, which is very important, once the guide deliberately leads the way, and you are trapped between the dead world and reality, you will never recover."

"Uh..."

Hearing this demanding request, Tyrion couldn't help but sigh:

"It's much harder than finding a rift in the Dead Realm..."

"Of course it's hard to find it, otherwise it wouldn't be your turn."

Agasa ended the exchange with a mocking and repressive voice:

"The special rules of the Dead Realm determine that the administrators cannot expand their territory by war, so every rift between the Dead Realm and reality is very precious to the administrators, and Bonsandy and Hela have been coveting this rift, as for why they don't do it... You know the reason now, right? Don't think Bonsandy is genuinely helping you, my silly friend. ”

"You have to watch out for him, he has his own purpose in telling you about the Dead, and he's just as dangerous as Hela."

"Trust me, don't step into it until you're ready..."

Agasa's voice slowly dissipated in Tyrion's musings, and by this time, the King of the Dark Blades had already boarded his black carriage and was galloping down the silent forest path, and he was about to go to the next place.

There, he was looking for something else that had driven him thousands of miles to Kurtiras.

Until then, though, he had another thing to do.

The wide carriage moved along the slightly bumpy mountain road, and the witch Willis sat tremblingly in the chair opposite Tyrion, she didn't dare to disturb His Majesty's thoughts, she knew that all the work she could have done had been done, and now, it was His Majesty's turn to judge her results, and... Rewarded.

She waited anxiously and patiently for the outcome, and in the unbearable witch days, the weak Willé had learned to be patient.

"You're doing a great job."

Tyrion opened his eyes and looked at the ugly and restless witch in front of him, and he whispered:

"Even to the most discerning of eyes, what you have done for the Dark Blade in Drusva is entirely worthy of recognition. With your contribution comes reward and reward, so what do you want from the generous Tyrion, Willis, my new subordinate? ”

"Strength? Knowledge? Or... What do you need most about youth and beauty? ”

"Your Majesty who is generous and gracious..."

The witch was half-kneeling on the ground, her hands clenched into fists, propped up on the ground, and after a dozen seconds of difficult choice, a trace of longing flashed in the witch's eyes:

"Your Majesty, forgive me for overstepping, but what you have given... I want them all! ”

This is probably the first time that Willé has truly spoken out about her longing from the heart, this young girl who has lost her parents and been abducted into the witches' society has experienced the worst disasters in the world and seen through the darkest human nature, and her longing for things that she can't get has become more and more intense.

And she was sure that at this point, in front of Tyrion, this was the only chance she could get them!

There are always many opportunities waiting in life, but when they come, you must be able to hold them to the death, just like Willis felt in the twilight forest, even if you want to sell your soul, you must at least find a devil who can pay a starting price, right?

"Hahahaha"

Willey's answer made Tyrion pause, but then the Lord of the Darkblades let out a series of hoarse laughs, probably the first time he'd laughed so heartily since entering Kul Tiras.

"Good, good... A greedy soul. ”

These words made Willai's body tremble, but the next moment, a black soul fire burst out from Tyrion's palm, and he looked at the witch kneeling on the ground, and he whispered:

"I don't hate greedy people, but you know, Willis, once you get this, you have to do something worthy of them, and be willing to give everything you have for it, whether it's a newborn life or your soul."

"I do! Your Majesty! I do! ”

The witch's head touched the cold floor, and the next moment, the black flames set her ugly and old body on fire, and began to burn her flesh, the terrible pain that made the witch feel as if a thousand sharp blades were cutting her flesh, but she gritted her teeth, and with a terrible tenacity, forced herself not to let out a single wail.

She desperately used her weak dark power to envelop her soul, and those burning black flames also gave her soul more and more powerful nourishment, like a new seed from a decaying body, she could feel that in the process of flesh and blood, her soul was getting stronger and stronger... Until finally, a pair of black wings enveloped her red. Naked body.

Willis awoke from that erratic sense, she opened her eyes, everything in front of her brightened, and Tyrion threw out his hand at the right time, and a flat cloud of ice appeared in front of her, reflecting her face at this time.

It was herself in her countless dreams, that she had not yet fallen into the darkness, that was the beautiful face that should have belonged to a young girl in her 20s, that eyes that had regained their youthfulness but still had a haze, and that body was somewhere between the unreal and the flesh, and the black wings that extended from behind.

A monkey version of Wagri... This is the first time that Tyrion has used his own power to reshape a person's soul, of course, he can't make a powerful Wagri out of thin air, but it can still be done by reshaping the soul and making it have some Wagri characteristics.

This is also a big burden for Tyrion, but in the Realm of Decay before, those souls that were purified by him gave him a lot of useless soul power when they dissipated, and it was just right to give rewards to his subordinates at this time.

Bang Sandy was right... The soul is the most powerful force.

"Bang"

A pile of black robes was thrown before Willé's eyes, and Tyrion closed his eyes to the lady who had regained the grace of a maiden, and he whispered:

"I gave you strength, knowledge, and youth and beauty, and I did what I promised, and now, my Valkyrie, go and do for me what you promised... Conquer the land of the sea for me, conquer for me... Kurtilas! ”

Wearing a black robe and folding her wings, the Darkblade Valkyrie Willis bowed her head respectfully, kissed Tyrion's boots, and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"I will give everything to your cause, and it is a great honour for me to conquer this country in your name, and praise you, my majesty."

"No..."

With his eyes closed, Tyrion leaned back in his chair, and he corrected Willé's statement:

"It's our business... Our conquests, and, our... Justice. ”