"Wake up!"

"Fool, open your eyes!"

"I'm not wasting your time by getting you out of the Twisted Void! Bastard, wake up! ”

The Dreadlord Tikdios felt his mind groggy, as if he had been thrown into the coldest Death Star of the stars, and the strange touch seemed to freeze his mind a little.

But maybe it's just a delusion, after all, it just had a near-death experience not long ago.

In this strange environment, it wanted to open its eyes, but found that this simple action was really difficult to do, and it seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze between its mind and its soul body, and it would feel very uncomfortable even to move.

"Tear up"

The sound of 10,000 claws rubbing against the glass surface resounded in Tikdios's soul, and the noise was loud enough to make any sapient creature feel their scalp tingle, and the sound was more like it acted directly on the soul of the Dreadlord... It let out a scream subconsciously.

And the next second, it suddenly opened its eyes, only to find that it was being restrained in a soul stone...

In front of it was a dimly lit hall, and Casanatyr's low, gloomy eyes were watching it, and Tikdios easily saw an undisguised malice in those eyes, which made the Dreadlord shudder.

In its heyday, Tikdios didn't fear predecessors like Casanatyr, but the problem was that it remembered the dark green light that had completely engulfed itself a few days ago, and in that all-destroying evil light, Tikdios felt the real tearing sensation, the pain of having his soul melted and then torn apart again.

There is no doubt that it "died" once in the ruins of Dalaran, it should have been reborn in the depths of the twisted void, but for some reason, it was trapped in this soul stone again, and worst of all, it is now in a period of absolute weakness.

Although the nature of the Nasrezm demon means that a Dreadlord cannot kill another of his kind, if Casanatyr insists on making him "suffer", then Tikdios will spend hundreds of years in the burning soul forge, a torture ground that all demons fear, even the most brutal Abyss Lord, let alone the cunning Dreadlord?

"Yo, you're awake, Tikdios, usurper!"

Casanatire reached out and shook the soul stone on the tip of his finger, and Tikdios's weakened soul immediately felt like it had been thrown into the furious tides of the ocean, and the vibration made it dizzy and made it scream.

"Enough! That's enough! Where is this? Why am I here? I shouldn't be here! ”

"This is Azeroth... Your place of burial, you certainly shouldn't be here, fool! ”

Casanatyr stretched out his finger and flicked a wisp of soul fragment into the soul stone, then said disdainfully:

"According to the resurrection process of the demons, you should now be in the deepest part of the Warped Void, fighting the nascent abyssal worms to eat the mud, fool! How? You mean, you're not happy with my act of "rescuing" you? Am I supposed to throw you back into the Twisted Void, maybe you're still missing the foul sludge? ”

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Tikdios weakly grasped the fragment that had seeped into the soul stone, biting it widely, regaining his strength, he retorted slightly, from the cunning nature of the Dreadlord told it that at this moment, it was best not to anger Casanatyr, the offense and defense were out of place, and it was undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage now.

"I mean, I thank you for your rescue, my compatriot..."

Tikdios said in a flattering voice, but the next moment it heard Casanatyr's disgruntled snort:

"You call me a 'compatriot'? Usurper, it seems that I need to teach you what humility is! ”

"Nope! No, what I'm trying to say is... Chieftain! I was wrong, Chief, hundreds of years ago, I shouldn't have coveted your lordship, but I've paid the price, haven't I? ”

Tikdios was very aggrieved in his heart, but he had to wag his tail and beg for mercy at Casanatyr, and he whispered:

"I've seen it, I've seen my mistake, the Great Demons are unreliable, that bastard of Akmund took me at gunpoint, and after I was killed, Kilgardan didn't care... I was wrong, they are unreliable. ”

On the one hand, it did feel extremely dissatisfied with being used by Akmund to block the gun, and on the other hand, it also had a kind of trepidation in its heart, because all matters related to the Scourge of the Dead were originally entrusted to it by the fraudster Kilgardan, but now, it failed in disgrace, and even lost to another archdemon of the Legion.

Although Akmund's death may have made the fraudsters happy, on the bright side, defeat is defeat, even if it did not die in the attack on Akmund by the Dark Blade, even if it escaped back to Argus unharmed, what awaits it will be the most horrific punishment for the Legion... The Dark Titan doesn't have much "warmth" for those incompetent subordinates.

"Well, it seems that death can teach an unruly fool something."

Casanatyr nodded with satisfaction, it took a few steps back, and sat down on the stone throne in this dark area, it rubbed its chin with its sharp claws, looking at the soul stone containing the soul of Tikdios, the evil light in its eyes flickered, and Tikdios did not dare to disturb the thoughts of the former lord, it stayed in the soul stone very respectfully, waiting for Casanatyr's "judgment" on it.

But... Now that it had been brought back to Azeroth from the deepest depths of the Warped Void, it proved that Casanatier needed it, something that Tikdios could think of with a little brain, and it gave it a glimpse of the future and new hope.

"So, powerful, evil, cunning Kasanatir, what do you need me to do for you when you bring me back from the twisted void?"

Tikdios "ate" the soul fragments that had seeped into the soul stones, and like a thirsty traveler in the desert finally drank water, it regained some of its spirits and asked again:

"Do you want me to serve you? I'd love to..."

"Nope! I need you to return to the fraudster, Tikdios, and I need you to continue to be the loyal dogleg of the fraudster, to continue to counsel its dark ambitions. ”

Casanaty let out a treacherous laugh:

"I and the other Nasrezm lords will not return to Argus, we will continue to stay in Azeroth to carry out our business, and if there is any trouble in Argus, I need you to tell us as soon as possible, understand?"

This strange request made Tikdios froze for a moment, but soon it reacted, and it nodded, and said to Casanatyr in a sincere voice:

"Don't worry, I'll do it."

"Save it for yourself."

With a rough wave of his hand, Casanatyr interrupted Tikdios' act of loyalty:

"I'll send you back to Northrend, where you continue to recuperate, the Lich King will give you everything you need, but if you dare to betray us, Tikdios, you won't want to know your end, I can send Akmund to Hell, and I can send you in easily, understand?"

"Of course."

Tikdios wanted to say more, but a strange sleepiness struck, probably because the soul was too weak, and it stopped talking, but slowly fell into its dormancy.

The whole dark room fell silent, and after a few moments, Tyrion walked into the room, he took the soul stone on the table, looked at it in front of his eyes, and finally put it back on the table, he looked at the great knight Tulayan, who was returning to his normal body little by little, and he asked:

"Did it find anything unusual?"

No, the idiot didn't realize that there was something "over" in its soul, perhaps because it was too weak. ”

Tulayan moved his wrist and said to Tyrion:

"The soul healer's hand is very skillful, she is almost perfect, and she "sewed" the soul of Antonidas into the soul core of Tikdios, the two souls have begun to merge, and when Tikdios recovers from his injuries, the penetration of Antonidas's clear consciousness into it will almost be completed, and at that time, you will have a second "shadow" buried in the legion. ”

"He, like you, Tulayan, is a great forerunner and a victim, and perhaps no one in this world will praise your exploits, but believe me, what you have done for Azeroth, the Darkblade Legion will remember."

Tyrion whispered to the Grand Knight who was hiding in the darkness:

"In the next period of time, you will be active in the Broken Isles, I have already told you the location of the Pillar of Creation, but if you can, I hope you will start with the shield of Agrama, as far as I know, the soul of the Titan Agrama has been captured by Sargeras, so the exposure of this pillar of the world will not affect the safety of other Titan souls, and it can also allow you to brush up your sense of existence in front of Sargeras."

"That's not the only reason, is it?"

A hint of cunning flashed in the Grand Knight's eyes, and he leaned back on the stone seat and looked at Tyrion:

"I see the struggle between the Grim Reaper, you want to use us to dig a pit for the Queen of Hades, how cunning!"

"Say whatever you want."

Tyrion didn't refute this, he looked at the great knight in front of him, and he suddenly asked:

"It's hard, isn't it?"

"Huh? What do you mean? ”

The Grand Knight tilted his head and looked at Tyrion, "What hardship?" ”

"I mean, the fusion of souls and demons, the constant need to find a way to suppress the evil thoughts surging in your heart, and occasionally have to stain your hands with blood, such a life must be very hard for you, right?"

The King of the Blades whispered:

"The undead also have the pain of being affected by the indifferent world in their hearts, but I think that the pressure you are under should be more than ten times that of mine, can you still hold on? I don't want to cross half a world one day and kill you who have been completely corrupted by demons. ”

This was not just a word of condolence, but also a kind of awakening of Tyrion to the Grand Knight, who shook his head and said with a relaxed face:

"As long as the faith is strong, these are only tests of the Light. However, I did waver before I could see the results, and every midnight the demon roared and tried to burst out of my heart and pollute my soul, and it was a very difficult time, and I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, and I could fall into the abyss below at any moment. ”

Tulayan crossed his fingers and said, while turning the rosary on his wrist:

"But after seeing the results, seeing with my own eyes that the great demon of the world was buried in the trap that you and I had laid together, and after I realized that everything I had endured, everything I had abandoned, everything I had insisted on, could win more life for this world, for the world I loved, that vacillation was gone, and every day, every day I felt that I would become more determined."

"I can feel Casanatyr's struggle getting weaker and weaker, and soon, it will become one with me, and no one will be able to see the disguise of the soul, and after Antonidas joins the ranks of this great thing, the net for the new target will be opened... Akmund is just the first sacrifice, we need more... The malevolent eyes of those stars, they will eventually be terrified of it! ”

As he spoke, the shadow of the dark Dreadlord appeared behind Tulayan, but in the beating of his fingers, the body of the Dreadlord who was wrapped with the power of the shadow was dyed into real gold little by little in the slowly bursting of holy light, and the hideous Dreadlord actually had a sense of holiness in the haunting of the holy light, and this scene made Tyrion's eyes can't help but pick...

"You madman! Tulayan! ”

Tyrion shook his head, and with a look of astonishment, he looked at the body of the Dreadlord forged by the Holy Light, and he whispered:

"You actually used your own will to forcibly change the life form of the Nasrezm demon... What should I call you now? The Demon King of Light? ”

"Call it whatever you want."

The Grand Knight Tulayan closed his eyes and whispered:

"These are all miracles bestowed by the Light, and the Light is above, and I have finished fighting the good fight, and I have exhausted the way I ought to go, and I have kept the way that I should keep, and from then on I will have a crown of righteousness..."

"To do great things in the body of evil..."

This time, Tyrion did not disturb the prayers of the Grand Knight again, he just quietly admired the scene in front of him in the dark, the miracle unfolding before his eyes by the most just Holy Light, false Toturaya, in the dark room, this scene was enough to make people feel the cleansing of the soul.

And a moment later, Tyrion walked up to Tulayan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, praying earnestly, put his left hand on his shoulder, and whispered:

"Yes, everything you and I do is righteous... Those empires that have been subverted by foreign enemies can make a comeback, but the world that collapses from within will perish forever..."

"This is the righteousness we do."