What does the world look like after death?

This question will probably never be answered in the world of the living, and it is meaningless for the dead.

In the dark tunnel, Tyrion's cold body was placed in a coffin made of stone, and the ritual of soul infusion was completed a few days ago, but although the soul had returned to the body, the elves did not intend to resurrect immediately, which disappointed Tarongor, who presided over the ceremony, and in the ritual of making the death knight, such a dead silence meant the failure of the ceremony.

Tyrion should have been destroyed at that time, but after all, it was a special test subject, so after Tarongor left, Tyrion was thrown into this dead tunnel, if he remained so silent, then the end that awaited him would be complete oblivion, or be burned by the orcs when cleaning the tunnel.

But the story doesn't progress to such a boring ending, under the surface of dead silence, in this silent body, in the spirit of Tyrion's body, the brutal scuffle never stops, and it is a dispute about the final use of this body.

"I am Durag the Dominant! The most powerful and genius warlock of the Shadow Council! I'm not going to die a humble death! ”

The voice of a mad orc echoed in her head, a weak soul hiding in Tyrion's mind, maybe she was once strong, but after the magic that supported her soul was drained by Tyrion's elven body, she no longer had the power to manipulate destruction.

"Give me this body!!"

Her soul roared from Tyrion's point of view, this soul existed in a peculiar form, not at all like an orc, her soul was scaly, with twisted wings, sharp claws, and demonic fire burning around the soul, it looked terrifying, like a legendary demon.

Probably because he had been practicing the shadow magic of a warlock for a long time and had signed too many contracts with the demons in the void, the soul of this female orc warlock began to change towards the form of a demon.

When Tyrion noticed her, she was fighting to the death with another soul hiding in Tyrian's body, the soul of an old orc with gray hair.

This guy doesn't look much different from ordinary orcs, he has the characteristic fangs of orcs, his rough face is full of wrinkles, his arms are shiny charms, and his soul is still wearing a white robe, although it looks ordinary, but compared to Durag's twisted soul, this old orc's soul is much more condensed.

In this battle of souls, he firmly held the upper hand.

"Stupid warlock! How can your soul, which has been polluted by evil energy, be able to defeat my pure soul and will! ”

In the battle of souls, the old orc did not see the old at all, like a real orc warrior, he swung a punch, and smashed Durag to the ground, he easily reached out and grabbed Dulag's neck, holding her high in the air, the eyes of the old orc psychic were full of hatred and disgust:

"If it weren't for your misuse of evil powers, Draenor wouldn't have died! The broken world has destroyed the noble will of the orcs, and you... You bastards have twisted the souls of orcs! ”

"Maybe the confrontation of magic, ten of which I am no match for you! But in the battle of souls, we who sincerely serve our ancestors... It's invincible!! ”

"Click"

With a crisp sound, the neck of the female orc's soul body was broken, and her dark red body disappeared silently in the hands of the old orc, but soon, it was revived in another place, exactly the same as the soul just now, only weaker.

This is a battle between souls, and breaking the neck is not a loss, but judging from the state of the two, probably when they were imprisoned by the elven body, their battle had already begun, and it has continued until now, the two have won and lost each other, but to be honest, this never-ending battle has exhausted both souls.

And just as they were starting their next battle, a voice suddenly sounded in this spiritual world.

"You... Who are you? ”

"Who! Who's talking! ”

Durag the Dominant jerked his head up, trying to find the third voice, and the old orc stopped his attack, and he roared:

"Are you also a victim of this damn elven corpse? Who are you? Warlock? Or someone else? ”

The question silenced the voice, and after a dozen seconds of dead silence, the voice replied with some blankness:

"Well. I, I seem to be called... Tyrion? It seems like this is the name... What are you doing? Why is it here? And why fight? ”

"Stupid question, you're certainly not a warlock!"

Durag snorted disdainfully: "A body can only be controlled by one soul, only by killing this old immortal, as well as you, and absorbing your soul, I will have enough strength to regain control of this strange elven body... I will not live humbly in the form of a soul! I am destined to be the strongest warlock! ”

The old orc did not despise it, but took the opportunity to shout:

"Tyrion! Maybe you're an orc warrior who died in battle or something else, it doesn't matter! Help me kill this stupid warlock and nourish our souls with her soul, and I promise that as long as I take control of this body, I will help you find another suitable body! ”

"I'm a psychic, soul extraction and infusion are what I'm good at!"

The old orc's words made Durag's eyes tighten, and she immediately realized that she had made a mistake, so she hurriedly shouted:

"Don't believe him, this old immortal is very cunning, just look at my appearance! He's the real danger, come, you and I join forces, let's kill the biggest threat of the old immortal first, and then... In my name as a warlock, I promise that I will definitely help you find the perfect home! I can even sign a contract with you! ”

"You have to trust me! Only the Warlocks... He is a master of playing with the soul! ”

The voice fell silent again, and after a moment he whispered:

"So, it's because of the two of you that I can't open my eyes... It's true that I could work with any of you and take out the other, but in doing so... The risk is too great, it's safer to kill them all! ”

This murderous speech caused Durag and the old orc to froze at the same time, and then both of them let out a mocking laugh at the same time:

"Who do you think you are! In front of the psychic, he dared to say such arrogant words without shame! ”

"You're up against the strongest warlock of the future, fool! There is no need for your soul to exist! ”

"Boom"

The next moment, the entire sea of spirits began to shake and collapse, this scene made the laughing warlock and psychic stunned at the same time, and the mysterious third voice said as a matter of course in the scene where the sky was falling apart:

"Why not?"

"It's... My body! Your souls, your knowledge, your memories... I want them all!! ”

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"Huh"

Tyrion's eyes snapped open, and there was a silent darkness.

The eyes were not the dark red of Durag the Dominant, but a faint blue in the pupils, no different from the eyes of Tyrion that had once been, or more cold, more ruthless, like a real piece of ice.

There was some confusion in his eyes when he opened, probably because of the reality of coming back from the dead, or because of the after-effects of two different souls at the same time.

The fragments that were mixed in the souls of Durag and the psychic, and the memories and knowledge wrapped in those fragments, poured into Tyrion's will like a tidal wave, making his unstable soul ache as if it had been torn apart.

But this pain is actually a good thing, and it is precisely because of this pain that Tyrion realizes that he is truly alive, not a ridiculous dream after death.

"Bang"

After ten minutes of cultivation and adaptation, the pain of the tear in his brain was slightly relieved, but it was still like the stinging pain of a pinprick, and he managed to control his body to sit up from the sarcophagus with some difficulty, his fingers groping for his naked upper body.

Tyrion's memory is still in the forest of Hinterland, in the scene where he was stabbed through the heart by the powerful orc overseer by the mighty orc overseer, and that was the memory of his death.

And now, there are still traces of stitches in the place of his heart, but inside the body, there is no longer a heart.

He rolled over from the sarcophagus and stood on the ground, walking a few steps, and suddenly felt a little unaccustomed... This cold body has no breath of the living, no emotion of the living, it is like throwing his soul into a battle armor, and there is no longer the touch that is naturally connected to flesh and blood.

"Bang"

Tyrion turned around sharply and slammed his fist on the sarcophagus behind him, a strange pain came from his clenched fist, his nerves still had a complete perception of pain, but his soul seemed to be insulated from pain, he could clearly feel the concept of "pain", but his mind seemed to be extremely dull, and he could no longer react instinctively to pain immediately.

Pain acts only on his body, and no longer on his mind and senses at the same time...

"Death Knight!"

A word from Durag's soul fragment suddenly jumped into Tyrion's mind, and he stretched out his bloodied fingers, rubbing his forehead, little by little, releasing the chaotic memory.

"With a living soul, control the dead body, just like a knight driving a war horse, you don't need to consider the situation of the dead body on the battlefield, and with the soul of the warlock, you can control the shadow magic at the same time between battles, and you can exert 200% amazing combat power..."

A hint of darkness flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he opened his palm, looking at his fingers, which were no different from before, except for being thin and cold:

"So, I've become a secret weapon of war for the orcs? Became one of the first DKs? ”

It stands to reason that after knowing this, Tyrion should have been filled with anger, and wanted to go to those orcs right now to fight to the death, but no!

There was no anger, no hatred, not even the fact that he was killed by Sarufar in his memory, and there was no emotional fluctuation that should have been.

It's not that it's intellectual, it's just a lack of emotion... Those instinctive thoughts and senses seem to have been cut out of the soul, as if they never existed.

On the contrary, when you are a living person, those memories that were hidden from reality by death become clearer because your body is dead.

Tyrion pressed his fingers to his chest, and in the darkness, he closed his eyes.

"Missing... My soul, my will, is missing a part... I... It's not complete anymore. ”

"Click"

Fingers clenched into fists in the darkness, bones clashing with a crisp sound, and in the dead darkness, Tyrion quickly accepted the cold reality, and he turned and walked towards the exit of the dark tunnel.

"These bastards, sooner or later... Kill them all! ”