"He's coming! Run! ”

"Help! Help me, don't leave me alone! Please! ”

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! No! ”

"Boom"

The dark red death energy was intertwined, and the phantom of a huge white frost bone dragon brutally crashed into a path in the twisted dark red jungle, and the witches who were hiding in the forest and trying to fight back didn't have time to dodge, they were frozen in place by the cold breath spewed by the bone dragon, and then quietly lost their ugly lives.

Death knights on horseback defend their leader, and beneath it, beneath it, the corpses that have been buried for thousands of years, but whose power and consciousness have been maintained by the power of darkness, are awakened, infused with vengeance, and with crude bone knives, they frantically pounce on the panicked witches.

It's a force they've never seen before, and they can't fight against at all...

"It's noisy!"

Tyrion on a skeletal horse looked at the battlefield in disgust, he was tired of the screams of the witches, and many times, he was the one who liked to be quiet.

So the next moment, black flames ignited on the fingers of the King of Dark Blades, and with the wave of his fingers, a strange gate opened behind him, and hundreds of souls of Zandalar Golden Sword Guards wearing golden armor and holding golden weapons appeared on the battlefield.

Bonsandy handed over 1,000 golden swordsmen to Tyrion, these ghostly warriors imbued with the power of death did not need physical support, as if they were still alive, and the moment they stepped out of the battlefield, deadly bone arrows were fired at the fleeing witches, while the golden sword guards with swords and shields leaped from the ground and slammed into the witches' positions like meteors.

The magic of the witches has no effect on such powerful ghosts, and the weapons wielded by the ghost warriors can easily cut off their necks, and those awakened giant constructs look powerful and weird, but with the cooperation of the golden sword guards who have undergone strict military training before their deaths, those bulky structures cannot pose a threat at all.

And when these golden sword guards gallop on the battlefield, half of the souls they kill will belong to Bonsandy... Tyrion rode his steed slowly, and he could even faintly hear the troll Death's sly laughter.

"Still, these golden swordsmen are really powerful... The Zandalar Empire, as expected, should not be underestimated. ”

The King of the Blades looked at the swordsmen who had caused a storm of slaughter on the battlefield, and Bonsandy did not deceive him, each of these swordsmen had a strength comparable to that of the High Knights, and they were skilled in combat, they could use some basic soul skills, and most importantly, they were only subordinate to Tyrion.

"Bang"

The last large construct was brutally cut off by the halberds of the sword guards, and then fell to the ground, trampled to pieces by the galloping death knights, and behind this large structure was a stone door that had been sealed for thousands of years.

That is the weakest point between the realm of decay and the present world.

"Stand back, I'll open it."

The leader of the Blightcaster Druids, the Harvest Wizard Ort waved his hand to back down, he stood in front of the stone door, reaching out and stroking the stone in front of him immersed in time, and in the penetration of natural forces, layers of strange runes appeared on the stone door.

"Sure enough, as I expected, even the Drousts who have gone astray still use the spectral magic they use based on the forces of nature."

The Harvest Wizard shook his head:

"It's a pity that they went the wrong way, abusing the power of death and souls, and ending up in complete darkness."

"I've heard that Drusva has some Druids who follow the ancient ways."

Tyrion asked curiously:

"Didn't you go looking for them?"

With his hands on the stone door, he replied as he summoned the forces of nature:

"Of course, we have found the den where the Thorns' retreat lived, and met their leader, a great druid who had survived for thousands of years, and whom the people of the place respectfully called the 'Great Thorn Whisperer', and Mr. Orfa admired the Blightcast's teachings of "balance" that they adhered to, and given their dying lineage, perhaps soon, Master Orfa and his disciples would become part of the Blighter. ”

"Bang"

The dark green power shone in Aort's hands, and soon spread throughout the stone door, in the push of his hands, the heavy stone door slowly opened, in the dust splash that had been sealed for a long time and the escape of ** air, Aort took a step back, stretched out his hand to disperse the dust in front of him, he looked at the passage that spread to the underground, he looked back at Tyrion:

"I'd like to confirm at once... If the Blighted Realm really has anything to do with the Emerald Dream..."

"It's yours! I have no interest in the realm of decay. ”

Tyrion strode into the crypt before him, and he said in a deep voice:

"I'm not interested in the clumsy imitations of the Drusters, their 'Hell on Earth' has proven to be a failure, and what I'm really interested in is hidden in the Blight, the path to the Shadow Realm... The third hell for mortals, that's what I want. ”

"Znos!"

Aort followed behind Tyrion, looking at the twisted and ancient drawings on the stone walls around him, and he whispered:

"The Drusters call this Znoth... According to the Great Thorn Whisperers, this was once the connection node of the Emerald Dream in Kul Tiras, which was discovered thousands of years ago after the forest god Cenarius shared the magic of nature with the inhabitants of the area, and at that time Znos was as beautiful as the Emerald Dream, but sadly, it was eroded by the energy of the dead in the following centuries. ”

"We also wonder if the division and degeneration of Dresser thousands of years ago was also related to this erosion, or that the erosion itself was caused by those who had gone astray."

As the group descended the weathered stone staircase to the deepest part of the crypt, Aort's eyes were quickly drawn to the last fresco.

The fresco was barely recognizable, but barely discerning, it depicted an evil scene, on a decaying hill, some people were slashing captives with knives, and in front of them was a tall figure with outstretched arms trying to embrace something, and lines representing dark forces were wrapped around them, and carved to resemble skeletons.

"Obviously, they tried to master the power of death, but they failed."

The Druid the Blightcaster reached out and stroked the mural, and he whispered:

"This is supposed to be the scene of the last battle of those bloodthirsty and depraved Drusters thousands of years ago, it seems that someone survived and engraved those scenes here... Droucher is not dead yet, and the thick and undispellable dark power that lingers in the Drusva region should be the ghost of these remnants. ”

"Whoever did it, open it and we'll know."

Tyrion's finger pointed ahead, and at the end of the crypt was an altar-like object with three strange pendants that witches often used as tools for spell casting, which looked very ancient.

At the request of the King of the Blades, the witch Willai stepped forward quickly and placed some of the magical items collected from the Witches' Guild in front of the altar, and a moment later, with the flow of those strange dark powers, a halo like a black mist danced, like fire, and ignited the pendant hanging above the altar.

In the breath of fireworks, a gate composed entirely of smoke appeared in front of everyone.

"El, stay here!"

Tyrion commanded, and strode through the door, and Ort hesitated before following the King of the Blades inside.

As far as the eye could see, it was a place completely shrouded in a dim black halo, and it still looked like the terrain of Drusva, but both the rocks under their feet and the surrounding trees were in the shadows, and there was a sense of foreboding, and some whispers rang in the ears of the two of them, and as they moved forward, some twisted souls that had grown from the darkness also roared and rushed towards the two of them.

"Huh"

The long sword composed of cold ice swung rapidly, cutting the three-headed monster that pounced on him into more than a dozen pieces, Tyrion frowned, looking at the dark soul body that slowly dissipated under his feet, he vaguely felt the bottom of these monsters... This is some forcibly distorted human soul that has long since lost its own reason.

"That's right! I can be sure of this feeling. ”

Behind the King of the Blades, the eyes of the Blightcaster Druids were filled with a cautious glint as he muttered:

"This is the Emerald Dreamland! It's the same as the dream entrances in the Twilight Forest and Hinterland, but for some reason, the druid's sanctuary has opened an entrance here that no one knows about, and... It has been thoroughly infected, and that twisted power would try to twist any soul that enters this place... Be careful! ”

Aort's warning caused Tyrion to turn his head immediately, his left hand raised, a pulsing cloud of dark light caught in his palm, and as the Blade King's fingers closed, the corrosive force was crushed little by little, like straw thrown into a millstone.

"Something that hides its head and tail!"

Tyrion took a deep breath, and the next moment, the apparition of the giant frost bone dragon condensed in the air above him, and then with the roar of the King of the Dark Blades, it rushed like a sharp arrow into the darkness that lingered in front of him.

"Get out of here!"

"Boom"

The low-temperature and deadly frost erupted in the darkness in front of the two of them, and even the beating darkness was covered in heavy frost at this moment and frozen.

The dense forests and rocks that swayed in the darkness were all destroyed by this blow, and the figure hidden in the darkness was forced to appear in front of Tyrion and Aort by this sharp attack.

It was a tall figure suspended in the darkness, he looked like a human, but he was larger by a human, like a giant, and his face was faintly visible with a large mask woven of dry bones and trees, and the branches of the mask parted upwards like a crown of darkness.

Beneath that mask, the guy's eyes glowed blue, and the gems adorned the mask made him look like he had four eyes.

The guy still had a beard, and his robe was torn and impaled, and he looked like he had been through a big battle.

"Once again, the world of decay has welcomed a new soul... I wonder if you will share your past with me when your time of death comes, when you see the sun in the sky disappear into darkness in your endless torment... All of you! ”

The figure was speaking something in an obscure old language, but neither Tyrion nor Aort could understand him, it was not the language of this era, it was the language spoken by the Druster thousands of years ago.

But it doesn't matter, even if he doesn't understand, Tyrion can guess what he's talking about from this guy's attitude.

"He shouldn't be of much use to you, right?"

The Lord of the Blades looked back at the Blightcaster Druid, who shook his head:

"I can get all the information about the Blighted Realm, even if he doesn't know, I can analyze everything I want from this Bleaked World, and there is no one more familiar with the Emerald Dream Realm than the Night Elves..."

"Very well, then he belongs to me."

Tyrion gripped the hilt of the sword behind his back with his backhand, and in the friction between the blade and the scabbard, the familiar sound of Weng sounded again, and the moment the Demon Blade Apocalypse was unsheathed, the Blightcaller Druid took a few steps back, he didn't like the Apocalypse... No sane person would like the apocalypse.

"Wow"

The broad blade of the moon pointed at the dark figure in front of him, and Tyrion looked at him:

"I can probably guess who you are, Golek. Tours, leader of the fallen Drusts, may you understand me, or you may not, but it doesn't matter, when your soul wails in the torments of the apocalypse, I believe that you will have enough time, and urgent determination, to learn our language..."

"Your soul, your secrets, your everything... It's mine! ”