Azeroth is a magical world, not to mention the most terrifying forces among the stars, the demons of the Burning Legion are tirelessly trying to destroy this planet, let's just say that the internal composition of this planet, when you remove the cover of appearances, those intricate truths are enough to open your eyes.

In the small world of Draenor, there is only one weak elemental plane outside the main plane, while in the world of Azeroth, outside the main plane, there is the Emerald Dream Realm, a subsidiary plane that is broader than the main plane, and the three hells of the living people related to the mysterious Shadow Realm, as well as the entire four large elemental realms, which are the residences of the four elemental lords, and it is said that under the waves of the Endless Sea, there is also a dark underwater kingdom.

The power of that kingdom is greater than all the powers of the world combined.

And that's just what has been discovered so far...

Even Bonsandy, the god of death, who was born at the same time as the fire of the initial civilization, would describe it in a tone of awe when talking about the truth of this world.

"It's a complicated world, and it's only reasonable that the higher authorities don't pay attention to mortal wars, because in our opinion, you're just a little fight, and you don't even have the qualifications to be on the stage."

Bonsandy looked at Tyrion with his own eyes, the kind of gaze that would make the scalp of any living person tingle, but it was nothing to the necromancer, and Tyrion sat quietly across from Bonandy, waiting for Bonsandy to answer his question head-on.

And this cunning fellow, who seems to be silent about anything related to the Abyss of Hell and Hela, seems to be very jealous of Hela.

"I'm not as strong as Hela, far less than... Before I received the promise of death, she existed in a vast lost system, the system of worlds, and Hela had suffered nightmarish encounters that drove her mad and made her a vendetta madman. ”

Bonsandy's fingers waved in the mist of Hades, and he whispered:

"But that's why I've enjoyed peace for so many years, but before I tell you about Hela's recent movements, I'm going to ask you a question, Tyrion, the answer to this question is directly related to how much knowledge you can take from me, so I want you to answer me honestly."

The body of the Troll Reaper floated, and he levitated in the air, arms folded, staring at Tyrion:

"How much do you know about death?"

The King of the Dark Blades frowned at this question, and after a moment, he replied:

"Death is one of the six basic forces that exist in the universe of stars, and it goes hand in hand with the other five forces, but the other forces all have their own representatives, but death does not."

Tyrion cleared his throat and spoke out the old memories in his mind:

"The arcane of order corresponds to the mighty Titans, the evil powers of chaos correspond to the cunning Archdemon, the pure Light corresponds to Naru, the sneaky Void corresponds to the Void Lord, the abundant life corresponds to the Wilderness Demigods, well, at least in Azeroth, and finally a peaceful death... Maybe it's represented by the Necromancy, but even as a member of the Necromancy, I don't think we're qualified to represent true death... We are only creatures of death. ”

"Perfect answer!"

Bonsandy snapped his fingers and looked at Tyrion appreciatively:

"Sure enough, you are also one of the few people who understand the secrets of the ancients, and your guess is correct, of course the necromancer does not represent death, even me and Hela are only creatures of death, a little more advanced than you, but in essence, we are the same."

"The concept of death is much more than a single world can be imagined, you can see it as a definition, as a rule, as a being, just like the pure Light, the Light is emotionless, it will give its power to any recognized being, and from this point of view, even the undead, as long as they are recognized by the Light, can also use the power of the Light..."

"You see, the six forces are mutually experiential, and although there will be internal hostilities, in general, they come from the same source and penetrate each other, and behind me and Hela... There's another boss. ”

The voice of the troll Reaper became obscure and mysterious, and he hovered in the air, staring at Tyrion with his own eyes, and said:

"I'm about to tell you the secret of the third hell in Azeroth, and I have a feeling that that this place will become your territory in the future, so it's important to get on good terms with you in advance... I don't want me to have another madman companion. ”

"Let's talk about Hela first."

Tyrion turned the subject to Hela, the queen of the abyss of hell, and this time, Bonsandy could no longer change the subject, he glared at Tyrion angrily, as if he felt that the death knight in front of him was too stubborn, but after a moment, the troll let out a long sigh:

"Do you really want to know? All right... Then I'll tell you. ”

"There is not much difference between my Hades and the Abyss of Hell in essence, the souls of life after death will return here, and we, as managers, most of the souls we handle will be re-put into the real world to realize the cycle of life, which is part of the balance of the world, of course, as managers, we can leave those souls we like, without affecting the cycle of life and death."

Bonsandy's four fingers waved in the air, and his voice became dry:

"But Hela broke this rule, she began to intercept souls from the mortal world thousands of years ago to form her own Kvardir Legion, in a way, the Kvadir Legion is an upgraded version of your Dark Blade Legion, Hela used the power of the Titans she cared to forge the misty body of those dead souls, and she did all this to prepare for the life-and-death battle between her future and the Titan Guardian Odin... The two of them were destined to live only one. ”

"She wants revenge, I can understand it, but the problem is that Hela's actions put me in a very dangerous position."

Bonsandy sighed helplessly:

"As I said before, there is a boss behind me and her, and once it finds out that Azeroth's life-and-death cycle has been broken by the hands of the administrators, we will be finished... That's why I hate Hela, that madman doesn't just affect her own fate, and Hela is obsessed with revenge, she won't let go of any worthy power, she needs soldiers, and your Darkblade Legion is what she needs most... Cannon fodder. ”

"Hundreds of thousands of undead are wreaking havoc on the Eastern Continent, how could she not notice it? What's more, you haven't forgotten that your soul is broken, and a part of it fell into Hela's hands. ”

Bonsandy let out a gloomy laugh, which was full of mockery and ridicule, and he looked at Tyrion's grim expression, and he laughed and comforted:

"Don't worry too much, you're not a low-level necromancer anymore, Hela can't use soul fragments to control you directly, but you'd better not take the initiative to appear in front of her... Before you were strong enough, as far as I know, Hela had already sent her Shadow Varri to find you, maybe you would meet soon, now, wouldn't you really like to learn how to capture Varri? That's the prey that comes to the door. ”

"Are you so sure I'm going to fight against Hela?"

Tyrion asked rhetorically:

"Can't I submit to her?"

Bonsandy did not answer, for the first time he lowered his body, and stood on the ground of Hades with his feet, and he looked at Tyrion calmly, and after a moment he asked:

"Will you?"

"Of course not!"

The King of the Blades scoffed, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who is willing to be subservient? Well, teach me what I need, and tell me where the damn third hell is! ”

"Of course, fulfilling transactions, that's what old Bond Sandy likes to do."

The Troll Reaper stretched out his finger and sketched a distorted map in the strange fog of the Hades, his gaze looked through the map in mid-air, looking at Tyrion behind the map, and he told it in the way of an old man's storytelling:

"The Shadow Realm, the Death Realm, the Hell, whatever you call it, it's a world as vast as the stars, just as there are too many creatures of different faiths living in the real world, and there are many, many different forces active in the Shadow Realm."

"You may have heard of the Void Lord, those twisted shadow monsters are powerful, their power is eerie, they are corrupting the real world in every way, but what I'm telling you is... Don't be afraid of them! In the vast world of the Shadow Realm, even the lawless Void Lords never dared to provoke death..."

"The Shadow Realm has its own exit to each real world in the stars, it is like a never-ending net, in Azeroth, there are three entrances to the Shadow Realm, Hades, the Abyss of Hades, and the last, most mysterious one, Hela and I have been looking for it for a long time, but we have found nothing, I can only tell you that the third hell of mortals is hidden above the waves of the sea... Its entrance is hidden in another plane. ”

Bonsandy let out a low, incomprehensible laugh, his eyes shining with an eerie sparkle beneath the bone mask:

"Thousands of years ago, a group of ignorant mortals stepped into that plane, they called it the "Realm of Decay", but their weak bodies could not withstand such high powers, and soon they fell into ignorant madness, collecting souls and trying to build their own hell beyond the entrance, on the land infected by the power of the dead world... There is no doubt that they failed. ”

"But that ruined ruin, that's where you're looking, Tyrion. Dawnblade, it's going to be a long road, and I'm telling you that even finding it is only the beginning of a long road, and you'll need a guide to truly enter the Dead Realm... A resident of the Shadow Realm, willing to risk his soul to take you in. ”

This eerie description resembling a prophecy made Tyrion frown, and after a few seconds, he digested the message given by Bonsandy, and he looked up at the troll Grim Reaper:

"What if there is no guide?"

"Hehehehehe"

Bonsandy let out a creepy laugh:

"Then I advise you not to set foot in that world, all the power you have is meaningless in that world, where the soul is the basis of everything, and your current soul is obviously not true... Powerful, without a guide to guide the way, you will only get lost in the endless darkness, see those twisted and grotesque shadows, and then be eaten by the monsters that rush out of the shadows little by little, becoming one of the countless nourishment of that world. ”

"You want to forge your own hell for your followers, this will be the most terrible challenge that mortal souls will be able to withstand, but I also want you to succeed, after all, we are friends..."

"You've got to go faster, Tyrion, and once Hela finds out you've captured her Vagri, that madman's relentless revenge will follow, and now you can't stop that power... You'll have to pick up your pace. ”

"Click, click"

The steel armor on the palm of Tyrion's hand throbbed in a low voice between collisions, and he stood up, looking at the troll reaper in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Come on, then, teach me how to catch those cuties and make them work for me."

"Actually, it's very easy to capture Vargri, you can easily see them after your eyes can see through the barrier between reality and the shadow world, but they are very fast, once you escape into another dimension, you will fail, so before you capture, the first thing you have to do is to build a strong enough soul cage for yourself."

Bonsandy's fingers moved, Tyrion had seen, the black flame quickly reassembled into a shining rune on the ground under his feet, at the signal of Bonsandy, Tyrion stepped forward and stepped on the rune, and the next moment, the black pillar of light spread from his side, imprisoning his body in it, like a black birdcage, in it, Tyrion felt that his mind was going to stop, as if his soul was blessed with heavy chains.

"Bang"

With the wave of Bonsandy's fingers, the black birdcage shattered, and after Tyrion regained his freedom, the figure of the Troll Reaper slowly dissipated in the fog of Hades:

"Do you see? Soul... is your most powerful weapon. ”

"Wait, Bonsandy, there's one more thing, I want one... The disguise of the soul. ”