The Realm of Death, a mysterious place, is a place that the living cannot enter, and a destination for the dead.

It's like hell in the traditional sense, but it's actually more complicated than hell, it seems to be a world with a different set of rules, it is shrouded in the real world, and after certain conditions are met, it will be connected to the real world.

14 months ago, after Tyrion sniped the archdemon Akmund, he was besieged by the two gods of death in Azeroth, and it was at that time that he was "dragged" into the realm of death by Vagli Agasa for the first time, and really had a mysterious "connection" with that world.

And now, this weak and unique undead standing in front of Tyrion was resurrected in the northern frontier after Tyrion came into contact with the Dead Realm, and anyone with basic logical thinking ability would connect these two things, once, Tyrion thought that until he really figured out the mysteries of the Dead Realm, that world would not affect reality, but now it seems that his understanding is wrong.

Ever since he entered that world, the Realm of Death has been influencing reality, but he hasn't noticed it.

"Come on, sit down."

Tyrion snapped his fingers, and several very beautifully dressed undead maids were Jeffrey. Dylan brought chairs and dining tables, while Lar, the fat chef who had been prepared for a long time, wore a white and gold chef's robe and a towering chef's hat, pushed the dining cart into the room, and put a few "dishes" that the lord liked very much on the table, and served a bowl of deer antler soup with ingredients to the guests.

The Grand Lord sat across from Jeffrey in a very relaxed manner, his legs crossed, his hands resting on the armrests of his chair, half a glass of wine in his hands, and he watched Jeffrey carefully taste the dishes, and watched the "surprise" look on the wizened face of the free undead.

For any undead, the temporary recovery of the sense of taste is a pleasant thing for the heart, and with the backdrop of food and wine, the previous fear of the great lord's powerful power has also disappeared imperceptibly.

While the guests from afar were tasting the delicious food, Tyrion was carefully observing the "free" undead with a cold and unobtrusive smile.

Jeffrey. The death energy in Dylan's body is like a firefly in the wind, and that death energy is just to maintain the actions of Jeffrey's body, and to ensure that his body will not decay, and cannot be used in battle at all, to be honest, it is the first time for Tyrion to see such a weak undead.

But this undead ghost's weak body hides a nearly complete soul, his soul integrity is almost comparable to that of the high-ranking knight of the dark blade, and it is easy to see that this undead still maintains its "mood", and... He seemed to be a little different from the undead of the Darkblade, and the obsession in his heart didn't seem to be serious, at least not so severe that it would affect his soul.

Other words... Except for the dead body, Jeffrey. Dylan is almost a complete "person", as if a human soul that is not alive has been stuffed into a dead body.

"Hmm..."

After gobbling up the last piece of deer steak flavored with spider venom, Jeffrey. Dylan let out a satisfied groan, he picked up the cloth, wiped his mouth, and said to the great lord in front of him:

"Sweet and sour, oh my God, I haven't experienced such a fresh taste in years... This feast alone seems to me to be worth the trip, thank you for your hospitality, my lord, thank you for your kindness. ”

"Hmm..."

Tyrion didn't answer immediately, his eyes were fixed on Dylan's body, in his spiritual vision, he could clearly see that the food that Jeffrey ate was slowly "digested" in the operation of the weak death energy in his body, and after digestion, the death energy in Dylan's body actually became a little thicker... Damn it! These strange undead can actually become powerful by "eating"...

"What the hell is this?"

Tyrion muttered, then reopened the subject, he looked at Jeffrey, and asked softly:

"So, let me guess, Dylan, you shouldn't be the soul that lives in this era, and this body of yours isn't your original body, right?"

Faced with this problem, Jeffrey. Dylan nodded calmly, his gray eyes twinkling with thought, and he said:

"I should be... Well, according to the current calendar, I should have been born 225 years before the Dark Gate, and 165 years before the Dark Gate died of a plague that spread through the Stratholme district, I am a ghost who lived 200 years ago, but I don't know why I was resurrected in this era. ”

As he spoke, he patted his fairly intact body, and said with some self-deprecation:

"And this body... It wasn't my body, but it wasn't until I struggled to open the rotten coffin and wash my body by the lake that I realized that I had been "resurrected" in another body. I'm lucky, at least a third of the inhabitants of Hermann are mutilated... We can't find the "doctor" of the undead, and we don't know how to repair the broken body. ”

"Yes, that sounds terrible."

Tyrion took a sip of blood wine and said to Jeffrey:

"But the Darkblade has a complete set of repairs for the bodies of the undead, and if you trust us, I can send a team of psychics who are proficient in medicine with you when you leave, as well as some chefs who specialize in serving the undead... Eating is only a pastime for the Grimblade Undead, but it seems to have a unique "meaning" for you. ”

"Then I thank you for your generosity on behalf of my people, High Lord."

Geoffrey stood up and bowed slightly to Tyrion, while the High Lord waved his hand, he was silent for a few seconds, and he looked at Geoffrey:

"I guess the reason you wanted to come to Stormwind with Rogge was not just to satisfy your curiosity, right?"

"Yes."

Dylan nodded calmly again, talking to this guy made Tyrion feel very comfortable, as if he was chatting with a human with a full personality, and the two were exactly the same life forms, which also added a touch of intimacy to this chat, at least in the serious and old-fashioned Darkblade Army, Tyrion could not find such a good chatter.

Geoffrey looked at the Great Lord's intimidating ice-blue eyes, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked:

"What I want to know is... Does we, the birth of those of us who have forgotten, have anything to do with you? You, are you ours... Author? Or rather, the Creator? ”

"Why do you think that?"

Tyrion drank the blood wine from the cup, he placed it on the table, crossed his hands on his chest, and he looked at Jeffrey:

"Why do you think this way?"

"Because... Because at the moment when I was just recovering, there were still some special "pictures" left in my mind that was not very clear. ”

Geoffrey rubbed the skin of his dry forehead, which was probably the way he thought when he was still alive, and he said with some confusion:

"That's what my soul sees in hell... The memories that remain, in fact, not only me, but many of the resurrected forgotten have such memories, just some fragments, but in those fragments, there is a vague figure holding a black fire sword..."

Dylan looked at Tyrion, and there was an undisguised look of anticipation and apprehension in his gray eyes:

"That's you, right? You fight in Hell to free our souls from the bondage of that dark place... Resurrect on this land in the same life form as you... Many forsaken believe that our resurrection has a mission... I've come to Stormwind to meet you to find out about this mission! We..."

"What are we like the dead?"

Jeffrey's question silenced Tyrion for several minutes, and eventually, under the gaze of the Mayor of the Forsaken Town, Tyrion's hand was spread outward, and the whistling sword of evil, the sword of souls, Apocalypse, appeared in the palm of his hand, and in the entwining of black flames, Apocalypse finally became a terrifying appearance for the spirits.

"What you remember... Is it it? ”

Tyrion placed the apocalypse horizontally in the air in front of him, and the beating black flames did not feel any burning sensation, on the contrary, the air around them became cold as the flames danced.

And at the moment of seeing the apocalypse, Geoffrey got up from his chair excitedly, he stared at the burning bone sword in front of him, and finally, he sincerely put his hands on his chest, knelt down on one knee in front of Tyrion, he bowed his head, like a mortal worshipping under the gods, he said in a sincere voice:

"Ah, the Creator of the Forsaken... I... We've finally found you, please let us know... Please tell us about the mission of the Forsaken? Please let our recovery... It makes sense. ”

Looking at the forsaken undead kneeling on the ground in front of him, Tyrion's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"I don't know the connection between your birth and me, but if you were born of me, then I don't want to see my family bow down before anyone... Stand up! ”

Jeffrey. Dylan immediately stood up, and he lowered his head in some trepidation, until, the cold palm of the Great Lord rested on his shoulder:

"First of all, you are free, remember that, no one will be your master, if there really is a guy who declares it before you... Then do what I said, and give him a hard stab! ”

"Secondly, the appearance of the Forsaken fills one of my long-standing regrets, Dylan, I single-handedly created the civilization of the Federation, I want to see all races strive for a great goal, but in the system of the Federation, there is no undead civilization... You know what you're trying to say, but listen to me..."

Tyrion retracted the humming Apocalypse he had in Jeffrey. Dylan stretched out his arms in front of him, and he said like a dreamer:

"You want to say that there are Darkblade undead in the Federation's system, but a civilization can't rely on just a group of soldiers, yes, in my eyes, the Darkblade Legion is powerful, but it can't be called a civilization... We are soldiers, we are warriors, we are weapons ... But we are not civilized! ”

"A civilization should have a soul free enough, wisdom enough to sustain its existence, and be able to reproduce naturally without interference from external forces... None of these three dark blades are satisfied, this is my regret, the undead, the undead who single-handedly created the civilization of the Federation but did not have a civilization of their own, this is a very regrettable fact, and your appearance... Dylan, your presence fills this regret. ”

The High Lord looked at the Forsaken in front of him with clear eyes, and he said:

"Your souls are free and unfettered, your individuals are weak, but you have enough, complete wisdom, and when I don't notice, you have multiplied into settlements, although this process of reproduction is not quite the same as other lives, but it doesn't matter, I see in you the future of the undead... The Forsaken... It's not a good name, and you're going to call yourselves "immortals" in the future... You will become a true undead civilization under the federal system! You must reproduce your own civilization! ”

"You look to me for the meaning of your existence? That's why you exist! Create and develop your own civilization, with your own existence, fulfill the creed of the cycle of life and death, and together with the living, create a glorious and endless future for the Federation... This is your mission. ”

"This is the mission of the undead! Start today..."

Tyrion's tone became muffled, and he was hesitant to Jeffrey. Dylan held out his left hand:

"From today, maybe a little later, in short, the undead will have to wait for the world stage... Are you ready? ”

Jeffrey. Dylan looked at the left hand of the High Lord stretched out in front of him, he was a little afraid, but Tyrion's deafening speech made him see a future path in a daze, which was a little different from the speech he imagined the Creator, he had thought that Tyrion would force them to join his legion, but now, Tyrion gave them the right to choose freely...

But maybe...

Geoffrey looked at Tyrion in front of him earnestly. Dawnblade, then reached out and shook it with Tyrion.

Maybe that's what the Creator really should be... At the very least, such a Great Lord of the Dark Blade is more like a leader to rely on and follow than the indifferent gods described in the scriptures.

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Tyrion stood by the window of the mansion and looked at Jeffrey. Dylan's back as he left under the leadership of Roglio, and he asked softly:

"What do you think is going on?"

"There is no doubt that the Dead Realm is increasing its influence on the present world, and I suspect that because of your frequent contact with it, that plane is "approaching" the present world. ”

Behind the High Lord, Shadow Vagri Agasa said:

"The appearance of the undead may only be a symptom of this influence."

"What do you think, Anhalde?"

Tyrion asked:

"You're trusted by Hela's side, have you learned the rules of the Dead Realm from her?"

On the other side of the Great Lord, there was another Vagri, but compared to Agasha, she was larger, and the armor on her body was more complex and ornate, and under Tyrion's inquiry, the Valkyrie leader who had just joined the Dark Blade shook her head, and she said in a hoarse voice:

"Hela never told us that, but... If you had to guess, then I think these undead appeared because of the Dementors you slew in the Realm of the Dead... Dementors feed on the negative emotions of their souls, but in the face of such monsters, those weak souls are irresistible, they will be sucked into the body of the Dementor whole, and a Dementor who has lived long enough will bind many, many weak souls in the body. ”

"You killed those monsters, and those dazed souls appeared in this world along the path you came, so they think you are their creator, and that's true..."

"Well, interesting."

Tyrion rubbed his chin as he said to the two Wagris behind him:

"Then go and find it, Anheild, Agasa, and take your sisters and search for these newborn undead throughout the eastern continent."

"Find my dependents and bring them to the Federation... It may take a long time for the undead civilization to be born, but that's okay..."

"I can afford to wait for the true future of this undead."