"Bang"

Shadow Vagri Agatha walked over with a large bag of cans and jars of content, and placed it in front of Tyrion's eyes, a gesture that left the High Lord a little confused, and he looked back at the soul healer Annara, who shrugged at him.

"Don't look at me, you have to take these things with you, don't ask why!"

Tyrion blinked, reached out and opened the package, picked up a bottle containing a black liquid, and shook it in the palm of his hand, the liquid shone with a dark sheen, and sparks of magic danced in it, which made the High Lord frown:

"Shadow Force Protection Potion? This is... Concentrated holy water? ”

"Okay."

Tyrion tossed the two bottles back into the package, looked back at Agasha, who was standing cross-legged, and asked seriously:

"Why?"

"Quite simply, do you remember the last time I took you through the Shadow Realm?"

Agasa stretched out his hand and pushed his visor, and said in a deep voice:

"You should remember that feeling, without being accepted by the Shadow Realm, it is a real torture to enter that malicious world with a free attitude, you have strong power in the real world, it does not mean that you will be as strong in the Shadow Realm, the power system of the two worlds is completely different, in the outside world, power is respected, but in that world, the soul is the most important."

The Soul Healer said on the side:

"In other words, once you follow Yuna into the Realm of Death, the longer you enter that world, the more obvious the decline of your strength will be, and that world will exclude the power that does not belong to it, maybe 10 minutes, maybe an hour, in the process of your assimilation into the Realm of Death, there will always be times when you are most vulnerable, and at that time you are not even as good as a powerless mortal!"

"The Dementors won't let go of this good opportunity to "hunt". ”

Agasa solemnly pushed the large bag to Tyrion, and she propped her hands on the table, and said earnestly:

"You have to take these things with you, and if you feel something is wrong, let Yuna take you out immediately, it's no joke, Tyrion, that world has devoured too many creatures stronger than you, and no one knows what you need to do to get that world to admit your existence, it's difficult."

"Thank you for your concern."

Tyrion shook his head, he stood up, and between the black fire jumps in his palm, the apocalypse that had completed its self-elevation appeared in his hand, the miserable white, the bone sword with a dark red light in the center slashed through the air, making a whistling sound, he held the bone sword in his hand, looked at the two vargris in front of him, and he whispered:

"But I think I'll be fine with this."

Agatha stared at the bone sword in Tyrion's hand, and after a moment, she stubbornly pushed the package forward again:

"I have no doubt about the apocalypse's killing of spirits, but when you become the weakest, even if you have Apocalypse to defend yourself, it will be difficult for you to exert the power that a divine weapon should have, this is what you said... The sword is only sharp by the person who wields it, in short, bring these things! I'm not joking with you, once you're dead, neither I nor my compatriots will live, just for us. ”

Tyrion looked at the package that Wagri handed over, his gaze lingering on the package for a moment, and finally, he reached out his finger, and the moment he touched the package, he threw it into the storage ring, and he nodded:

"Okay, but I still have a question, if you're worried about my journey, why don't you come with me? Vargri is a pure spirit, and his activities in the Shadow Realm should be more convenient than mine, and you can protect me all the time. ”

"That's a good idea, genius."

Annala sneered, and the eccentric soul healer stretched out her voice and said:

"We can indeed protect you in the Shadow Realm, but Agassa and I, or any Vagri who you have given freedom to enter the Shadow Realm, will be felt by Hela, don't forget, she is the lord of the Dead Realm, and her authority in that world is higher than ours, although the place where Yuna took you is far away from Hela's Hell, no one can say what our crazy eldest sister will do."

"I don't care about being ambushed, anyway, as a spirit, I can still run if I can't beat me, but what about you? Once you're ambushed by Hela in that world, it's hard for you to get out again, that's her territory, you won't take that risk, will you? ”

Tyrion pursed his lips, then shook his head.

"Okay, then I'll go alone... That's right. ”

The moment he stepped out of the room, looking back at the two Wagri behind him, he whispered:

"Help me keep it a secret, okay? Don't let Aurelia know I'm going on another adventure... I don't want her to worry. ”

"If you come back alive, Tyrion, if you die, we won't find a guy like you to impersonate you."

Annala crossed her arms, the wings flapping behind the soul healer, and watched as Tyrion left without looking back, stepping into the portal to Drusva, the soul healer turned to look at Vagli Agasa, who was speechless, and she asked:

"Do you think he'll succeed? As far as I can remember, Hela had spent nearly 10,000 years trying to enter and merge with that area, but she never succeeded. ”

"I don't know."

Agasa shook his head, and Varri replied with some confusion:

"Hela only gained control of the Shadow Nation with the help of Valagarh, and as far as I know, Bonsandy seems to have become the controller of the Second Hell with the help of external forces, but Tyrion... He's not like Hela and Bonsandy, he's not relying on any external forces, he's got to where he is now, so I can't predict his future, he's weak, so there's a good chance he'll die, but if he survives..."

Agatha didn't finish, but Anala, the soul healer, seemed to know what Agatha was going to say, and she answered:

"He'll be the purest one... Maybe it's the most powerful one. ”

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After escaping death, he once again took the initiative to cross two worlds, which sounds somewhat crazy.

But Tyrion did it voluntarily.

Heavily armed, he took Yuna's hand and let the chirping little ghost lead her into the intersection of the Shadow Realm and the Present World in Druswana, where several of the Blightcaller's archdruids, including Oort the Harvest Wizard, Orfa the Great Thorn Whisperer, and LaEl the Wolf Caller. The Tooth Fire, and even the Patriarch of the Blightburn who appeared in the form of an illusion, and the main body of Moyana in the Beast Cave of Mount Hyjal. Deer helmet.

The witherers, who live in seclusion in the dark mountains of Drusva, have planted the kernel of the seed of life in this cut emerald dreamland, this powerful and strange plant life is transforming this corrupted emerald dream in its own way, the scene of darkness and ashes like hell has been completely dispelled, and thanks to the efforts of the withering druids, this emerald dream has the atmosphere of "land of life".

Everywhere there are huge rune vines full of vitality, just like the plants in Quel'Salas, the seeds of life catalyze the plants of this land, making them more active, and the halo representing the existence of life force floats in this holy place, making this slightly dim heaven and earth as beautiful as the stars.

The forest spirits born in the Emerald Dream are the natural caretakers and protectors of this plantary woodland, and they obey the will of the withers, and in this land of vines, many beautiful treehouses and crypts have been built for more and more druids to rest.

The Blightcallers believe that in a few years' time, the Holy Land will be no different from the Emerald Dreamland, and for now, in the Drusva Mountains, the Blightcaller has become the local orthodox faith, with many local humans coming to worship every month, and those who are gifted will be absorbed into the Blightcaller Sect.

This cult of druids, supported by Tyrion, is growing rapidly in the shadows... Soon, they will break out of Drusva and spread their teachings to the Cenarion Council's stronghold, to the continent of Kalimdor... In fact, there are already some radical Blightcallers, who have sneaked into the land in small boats to preach, and they have achieved great results.

In the Barrens, some boar people have converted to the teachings of the Blightburners, and these lost people who have lost their glorious civilization need a little guidance to become very sincere believers in nature.

It is said, it is just said that ... The upper echelons of the Blightcallers, the Great Druids who came to see Tyrion enter the Realm of the Dead, are secretly plotting an earth-shattering event that is said to directly shake the foundation of the Cenarion Council's rule... But until they act, no one knows exactly what they want to do.

"Go with confidence, High Lord."

The harvest wizard Aort shouted:

"We will always monitor the rift in the world, and in the event of a massive energy vibration, we will do everything in our power to maintain it until you and this little girl return!"

"I'm sorry for you."

Tyrion turned around and nodded to the Great Druids, then patted little Yuna's head, who clenched Tyrion's fingers with her cold hand, she glanced up at Tyrion, the Great Lord's majestic armor and weapons seemed to give the little girl some confidence, she looked at the rift in the world in front of her that was wrapped in a black halo, in the crack that was dark like mist, under the gaze of Yuna's eyes, a dark path appeared strangely in the mist.

"I see it, Tyrion. ”

Yuna whispered, she stepped forward, Tyrion followed, he didn't see anything... But the moment Yuna stepped into the black mist, the rich and strange energy spread out to both sides, as if welcoming the little ghost "home".

It's been a long time since the Great Lord of the Dark Blade has felt the emotion of "nervousness", and at this moment, he stood in front of the rift in this world, he took a deep breath like a living person, and then stepped into it, between the rift between reality and the shadow realm, the symptoms of the last time appeared again in front of his eyes.

The light in front of his eyes seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, and the black and white halo blurred everything in his vision, like a feeling of high myopia, and the further he went, the louder the cacophony of voices in his head became, obscuring his mind and dizzying his spirit.

It wasn't a problem caused by a weakening of power, Tyrion could feel that his power was still there, though it was slowly draining, and this dizzy and strange sense was clearly imprinted in his mind by the external environment, like the malice of this world, which prevented him from entering it in the best state.

He shook his head, trying to banish the feeling of drunkenness from his mind, and between the interlacing of his eyes, he could suddenly see Yuna's bouncing figure in front of him, and he could faintly see the happy laughter of the little girl, and these fragments were mixed with the shining walls of light on both sides of this passage, and his mind was briefly disconnected.

As he delved deeper into it, the images in his vision became choppy.

The power from the Shadow Realm began to erode his soul, or rather, the will of that world, began to transform his soul to allow him to complete the transformation of the different systems of the two worlds... It was a completely foreign experience.

"What's wrong with you? Tyrion? ”

Yuna, who was bouncing forward in front of her, looked back and saw her friend's terrible situation, she hurriedly ran over, reached out and grabbed Tyrion's wrist, the cold touch made Tyrion suddenly sober up for a moment, he looked back, behind him, the black mist slowly filled the passage where the two came, and the dark path, after he stepped on, became no longer clear.

"Can you still see that road?"

Tyrion suddenly had a very strange feeling of dry mouth... But he didn't pay attention to this small detail, but looked at Yuna in front of him seriously, and he asked:

"Can you still take me back here?"

"Of course!"

Yuna said crisply, blinking her eyes and pointing to the black mist that swirled behind Tyrion:

"The road, right there!"

Hearing this, Tyrion subconsciously turned around, but in addition to an ominous black halo behind him... Still empty.

"You're the guide... I guessed right, only you can see the road. ”

Tyrion wiped Yuna's hair a little speechlessly, he exhaled, and looked ahead, where it seemed to be the entrance to a cave, a glimmer of light was shining among the strange black rocks, and after walking the headache-inducing road to the two realms, he could finally see the "scenery" of the shadow world.

"Is this your home in the Shadow Realm?"

"Of course, come with me, Tyrion, and I'll take you to places I hang out of... It's fun. ”