"Hmm..."

Iriel, who was in the warm spring water, let out an eerie groan of intriguity, and the hoof girl was lying on the stone next to the hot spring in a very indecent position, and behind her, Queen Tiffany, in her bathing suit, was rubbing her shoulders for her.

Warm water washed over Iriel's white skin, and after all senses had recovered, after nearly twenty years, Hoof Girl once again felt the joy of being a living being, breathing in the moist mist and gulping down the cold wine, in the new world that the boss had found for them, everything was so alive that the pale memories of the dead were a thing of the past.

"Left! A little harder on the left! ”

Irel flicked her tail and slapped the water in the hot spring, she took a sip of the wine in the glass, then opened her arms, turned around sharply, and carried the unprepared Queen Tiffany into the water, and after a burst of screaming and moaning, the two ladies who were playing in the water relaxed very indecently, and let their beautiful bodies float on the hot spring they had just found.

Irel looked at the gray sky overhead, and she shouted:

"Praise the Boss! I'm alive again! ”

At the same time, on a meadow not far from the hot spring, Miss Luminas, whose face was flushed with an abnormal flush, also let out a high-pitched scream. The naked and perfect body straightened at this moment, and even the blood lord Myra under him clenched the grass beside him, and after a while, the two men and women who had experienced strange pleasures hugged each other, enjoying the sour warmth and the feelings flowing with each other after reaching the apex.

"I love this place..."

Luminas's breathing was still a little rapid, but her eyes had regained the azure blue of the High Elves, and she turned to look at her husband, stretched out her fingers, and stroked Myra's face, which had become soft and handsome again, and she whispered:

"This place is where we will end up in the future..."

Myra nodded, and the Blood Lord let out a breath as if he felt the joy of breathing, and after a moment, he said:

"It's a heavenly place for the necromancer, all the senses are restored, all the emotions are restored... It's like, like when we were alive... I really don't want to leave, but unfortunately, after entering this place, all the power is gone. ”

Myra put her fingers in front of her eyes, he called out the power of Sarein in her body, but she couldn't get a response, and the fingers that could easily tear through the armor before also became weak, and this feeling of losing power made Myra a little uncomfortable.

But Luminas doesn't care, everything here is more than strength that makes the young lady feel happy...

"Let's do it again."

The young lady rolled over, she lowered her head, and her sparkling eyes looked at Myra underneath, who couldn't help but swallow her saliva... This is already, the third time, right?

The strange weakness that came from his body even made Myra miss the pale life of the present world at this moment, but soon, he was lost in the kind of ** heaven up and down again.

And in the dark and twisted forest not far from the bohemian little couple, leaning against the branches, quietly experiencing all the vivid senses and the shadow of the reborn body as beautiful as being reborn, and the undisguised moans of Luminas made her feel as if she had been mentally polluted.

The masked shadow lady snorted coldly, and turned around to run deeper into the dark forest, but she forgot that after entering the realm of death, she would be emptied of power, so at the moment of starting, the always cold shadow let out a panicked scream, and the whole person fell from the high branch with teeth and claws.

"Smack"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground caused the birds of the dead realm in the forest to flap their wings and fly quickly, and after Tyrion cleared the area of Dementors, these native species gradually increased.

"Ahh It hurts! I'm starting to hate the world..."

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"Everything is good here..."

Grokush put the axe in his hand on the ground a little uncomfortably, just waved it for ten minutes, he felt the soreness of his arm, this kind of sense only for the living made the orc death lord a little uncomfortable, he turned back to Sarufar, who was sitting on the side, drinking wine with a calm face, and said:

"Losing the power in our bodies always feels a little weird, and here we are as fragile as mortals."

Grokush's words made Sarufar's eyes open, and the orc's eyes returned to their former brown, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and moved his body to the grass in front of him, he shook his neck, and there was a clattering sound between the bones colliding, and he beckoned to Glokush:

"Don't be stupid, Black Hand... Fragile mortals can't get here, come! Remember the games we played in the Nagrand Meadows as kids? No weapons, only strength and skill..."

"Aha!"

Grokush let out a happy laugh, and he rubbed his fists:

"Gladiatorial fight, then come on, see who is more powerful!"

After saying that, the two sturdy orcs fought together, but after removing the powerful death energy in their bodies and the power blessed by the dragon's blood, the damage caused by the two of them was much less.

And this scene also fell into the back of the grassland, on the second floor of the wooden house that had just been built, Tyrion was standing there, holding on to the railing with both hands, behind him, a lazy Aurelia walked out in her pajamas, there was still a trace of blush on the face of the blood master mother had not yet dissipated, she gently hugged Tyrion's waist from behind, the two were close together, and there was no longer the cold sense of the deceased, but a more real warmth.

Well, just like when they were alive, when they were still dependent on each other at Windranger Manor.

"We've all lost our strength..."

Aurelia pressed her face against Tyrion's back, and she said:

"Only you still have the strength, even stronger than before... Is it because you are the controller of this place? Or is it something you set on purpose... Rules? ”

Tyrion came back to his senses, leaned against the wooden railing, and hugged his wife, feeling the fragrance of Aurelia's long golden hair, and whispered:

"Do I have that bad taste?"

"This rule is obviously abnormal, but there is nothing I can do about it, because this land is incomplete, the realm of death in Azeroth was torn apart by the explosion that shattered the heavens and the earth, it originally had its own set of rules, just like this life, but now in order for this complete rule to take effect, it must first become complete itself..."

The Great Lord narrowed his eyes and said in a calm tone:

"So whether it's Bonsandy, or Hela... It's all the next target of the Dark Blade, but don't worry, my Aurelia, your weakness is only temporary, it takes time to assimilate the different rules of the two worlds, and once the assimilation is complete, your strength in this world will slowly recover, but it will take time... It's a long time. ”

"So you transferred three warbands to the Dead Realm at once."

Aurelia understood the purpose of her husband's "great transfer", and she looked at Tyrion:

"When these three warbands are back in combat capability, are they going to start a war?"

"The transfer is to get them used to the rules of the Dead Realm, and they won't be here for long."

Tyrion shook his head, listening intently to the whispers of the spirit wind, and said to his wife:

"This world is too alive, its very existence is an irresistible temptation for the undead, and I wouldn't mind letting all the members of the Darkblade Legion enjoy this freshness if everything settles down, but not now... The feeling of happiness weakens the will of a warrior, and you see, even Luminas could not resist this vivid temptation, and even planned to live here forever... I don't want our hard-earned warbands to be wiped out here. ”

"A soldier's mission is to fight! Win the battle..."

Tyrion closed his eyes and whispered:

"For the time being, let's use this as a resting place for the Darkblade Legion, the mission has not yet succeeded, and the Darkblade still needs to work hard... However, this is not the most troublesome and important problem we face. ”

"Huh?"

Aurelia sensed her husband's thoughts, and she asked softly:

"You're upset, I can feel it... Why? ”

"It's like a big pool, Aurelia."

Tyrion stroked his wife's long hair, he looked at the gray sky, and he sighed:

"Although there are entrances and exits, the water in the pool cannot flow automatically, and over time, it will become a pool of stagnant water, this hell is incomplete, it lacks a core that can absorb souls, and transform and release souls, although I can arrange for the Grim Reaper to do these things, but their number is also limited."

"We must find a suitable core for it, otherwise the dead souls of hell will gather more and more, and sooner or later a group of troublesome Dementors will be born, and once we have a core, the huge soul power entrenched here can also be used by us, and the rules of this world that have stagnated may also work again..."

Tyrion's fingers moved in the air:

"It's so far from where I imagined it to be, but... But for now, let's take a break, and leave these questions for later. ”

After saying that, in the screams of Aurelia, she was picked up by Tyrion and carried into the room like a princess, you see, in fact, not only the Lords of Death are very attached to this place, but the Great Lord himself also likes this place very much.

Of course, men...

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"Don't speak!"

"Bang"

In Yuna's loud shout, a golden star smashed into the valley on the edge of the Death Realm, and the "prisoner" who was guarded by the Grim Reaper, the little ghost was wearing a set of super small uniforms of the Dark Blade Military Judge General's Office, majestic and high-spirited, and sat vividly on the platform of the stone cave deep underground, she crossed her legs, proudly watching the prisoner in front of her tremble in the light of the explosion of the golden planet she threw out.

Yuna couldn't help but hum a song, and then picked up the small glass of water in her hand, which contained delicious juice that children love to drink.

Wielding a wand entwined with holy light like a whip, this girl is a cameo in the role of "jailer", where she will have to do her duty until Tyrion finds a truly qualified jailer.

And in front of her, 18 black chains made of souls were rigidly clung to the body surface of a huge distorted soul, fixing it in this dim cavern, it was a disgusting thing that was constantly twisting and changing its size, even if it was just a soul form, it was also twisted like a mass of flesh and blood monsters, from time to time tentacles slapped against the stone wall of the cell, but in the fixation of soul chains, it could not exert its due power at all.

This realm of the dead has been controlled by Tyrion, although due to the lack of a core and the incompleteness of the territory, Tyrion is unable to realize the true potential of this land, but as the lord of the realm of the dead, it is still possible to mobilize the terrifying soul power of this place to suppress a prisoner.

The ancient god Cthun, who stirred up the storm in Azeroth, was trapped here in the form of a soul, and although it was born in the Shadow Realm, it had lived in Azeroth for millions of years, causing it to enter the Dead Realm and be "assimilated" by that rule, and it also lost the immense power of the outside world and became extremely weak.

"Chaos, dazed, angry..."

Cthun "looked" at the strange ghost wrapped in holy light in front of him, and once again tried to tempt Yuna with a fallen whisper, but it didn't know that Yuna, as Tyrion's guide, was symbiotic with each other, and its whisper was useless to Tyrion, so it was useless to Yuna.

"Don't speak!"

The strange whisper also interrupted the happy feeling of the little ghost who was enjoying the delicious juice, Yuna's eyes widened, and the wand in her hand was thrown out fiercely, and the long whip of energy composed of holy light slammed on the surface of Cthun's soul, making a crisp sound.

"Smack"

Naturally, this whipping could not hurt the soul of the Elder God, but being whipped by a ghost in this way also made Cthun, who was born of chaos, full of anger.

When has it ever suffered such humiliation? Look at the stupid child in front of her, she is simply treating the terrifying and terrifying ancient god, the thousand-eyed demon Cthun, as a toy!!

It's unbearable!

"Bastard, bastard!"

"Don't speak! You ugly bastard! ”

"Smack"