"Oh, desolate ghost place."

A disdainful taunt sounded from the connection between the dead world and the present world, standing at the entrance of the quietly closed dead world, wearing a purple long dress, and the internal vacuum of the internal vacuum, Saratas crossed his arms, just facing the cold wind of the spirit world, standing on the edge of this desolate wilderness.

The place where she is is is still some distance away from the city that Darkblade is currently building in the Dead Realm, because the fusion of the Dead Realm and the Hades Palace has begun, and it has been supplemented by new powers, so that some rules of the Dead Realm have also manifested more and more vividly, and more birds and beasts of the Dead Realm have begun to derive from this land, but this land of the Dead Realm has been desolate for too long and too long, so even if it is the first time to come to this place, it does not prevent the well-informed Saratas from expressing his disdain for this ghost place.

If she could, she definitely didn't want to spend the rest of her life in this ghost place.

Even if there is Tyrion's death power as a kind of landmark, so that she can adapt to the environment and rules of this new world more quickly, the chaos soul belonging to the ancient gods will still make Saratas feel very uncomfortable when she completely enters this world full of death power, just like the fire element has come to the world of the water element, and her existence itself is incompatible with this land.

And that kind of ubiquitous weakening power, that kind of pure death's rejection and suppression of any other power, will make Saratas feel very, very uncomfortable, she longs to return to the free world, even if she has lost the carrier of the Dark Empire Blade, but if she can "steal" her freedom back from Tyrion, then relying on this new body shaped with the power of flesh and blood, she can still call the wind and rain in the real world.

It's a pity, even if she thinks about it with the two meaningless pieces of white flesh on her chest, Saratas knows that Tyrion won't set her free... Unless he's crazy, or maybe he's completely trusted by him, and the second condition may be difficult to achieve compared to the first, but it's not impossible...

"Is your relationship really that good?"

A strange smile flashed across Miss Salatas's beautiful face, and standing in the cold wind of the wasteland, the old lady stretched out her fingers and brushed her long hair that shone with purple starry spots, and she stepped out of her dizzying, perfect long legs, and between the flutters of her purple dress, she began to make her way towards the nearest settlement in the wilderness.

The ungentlemanly fellow of the High Lord, who had opened the door to the Dead Realm for her, left her unattended, as if deliberately to examine her so-called "loyalty", which Saratas scoffed at, but soon realized that she had guessed wrong.

In the distance, in the slightly pale halo of the sky, several frost dragons flapping their wings were carrying some elite death knights, quickly heading towards the place where Saratas was, judging from the dark blue steel armor covered by the bodies of those frost dragons, it should be the elite knights of the Darkblade Legion, and the leader of them was the most trusted Death Lord of Tyrion... Rogrio. Sun Fury.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa"

The huge bone dragons also regained their true senses in the dead world, the bodies of these dragons were still the bones mixed with the cold breath, but in the eyes of the dragon bones, there was already a faint blue light representing wisdom, under the domination of the death dragon knights, these dragons flapped their wings, set off a gust of cold wind, and landed on the wilderness in front of Miss Salatas.

The beautiful and seductive purple dresses of those storm-blowing young ladies are constantly flying, and the eye-catching spring light is more like no money, but it's a pity... There is no real life here, and these dead men really lack expression for this physical temptation.

"Miss Sarah!"

Dressed in a black lord's military uniform, with a black large-brimmed hat decorated with the emblem of the Dark Blade, with a non-smiling face, very serious, very in line with the traditional image of the necromancer, Lord Rogerio took a few steps forward, he looked up and down the strange life form in front of him, and finally stopped his gaze on the top of Saratas's long purple hair, the upturned strand of black hair, which seemed to be a sign.

"I've been ordered to welcome you to Darkblade City, where you'll travel through the portal to the world of Draenor, where you'll be on your first mission after joining Darkblade!"

"Oh, boring dead man."

Miss Saratas didn't care about the toughness in Logrio's words, she did obey the Great Lord, but that was because the High Lord had enough power to impress her, and for the Void that admired Chaos, this was the only criterion to test whether the leader was qualified, and obeying Tyrion did not mean that she had to obey the rest of this ridiculous legion.

She stretched out her hand a little lazily, covered her mouth and yawned, and said in a very sloppy voice:

"I'm tired, I need a place to rest, a task or something, I don't want to do it, and I'm not interested at all, okay, squire, take me to my palace now!"

"Finally, call me Lady Saratas or Her Majesty, Sara? That's a ridiculous name! ”

Salatas' very rude response did not make Roglio show an embarrassed or enraged expression, the light in the eyes of the Death Lord did not even change, looking at the very uncooperative Salatas, Roglio shook his head, his left hand with black leather gloves in his depths, the horsewhip in his hand waved down, and the few "dragon knights" standing behind him, wearing black heavy armor, took a step forward.

"Wow"

A certain force that made Saratas extremely disgusted was slightly emanated at this moment, and with a slight sound of gear collision, the black heavy armor on the tall knights spread out as if expanding, revealing the bodies made of cyan rocks among them, and those metal armor like metal bone plates were fixed to the bodies of these rock knights with special parts, as if they had put a slightly strange layer of metal armor on these already strong rock knights.

And with the sound of the special weapon opening, the tip of the Titan Energy Riding Spear made in the Narak Engine shone with a dark blue Titan spark, like some kind of electric shock weapon, held in the hands of those rock knights.

"We don't have the means to counter you, Miss Sarah."

The whip in Roglio's hand flicked in the air:

"I'm well aware of your threat, so the 2,000 Darkblade Titan Guards in Darkblade City have been assembled before I arrived, and if you continue to don't cooperate, I'd be happy to conduct a "weapons test" in this wilderness, and honestly, I'm curious... How many Titanian Janissaries do you need for an ancient god like you, who has no body and a broken soul, to be here... Kill you completely. ”

"How? Do you want to take a risk? ”

Sure enough, he is one of Tyrion's most trusted Death Lords, and Rogrio's threatening way is simply carved out of the same mold as the Great Lord, straightforward, domineering and with a hint of rudeness, although the process is not elegant, but it can often achieve the goal they want quickly.

And Miss Saratas stood in the middle of this wasteland with an ugly face, she could clearly sense the threat of these rock knights, which was not worth mentioning to her, but the pure power of the Titans flowing in this rock body was very restrained for individuals like them, and more importantly, if it was really like what the damned death lord in front of her said, there were 2,000 rock knights waiting for them...

Then she will inevitably fall into a terrible bitter battle, and the worst thing is that this is the Death Realm... Here, the necromancer will not die here, but she is not favored by this world, she doesn't even have the possibility of escaping from here, this is a real sense, another world!

"Cut, rude fellow."

The young lady twisted her pretty face to the side, she folded her arms, and said sharply:

"Miss Ben doesn't know you dead guys, so where is that Dark Blade City? Lead the way! Hurry up! ”

"Well, then come with me, Miss Sarah."

Roglio didn't really mean to persecute Salatas, he just gave this unruly hot potato a dismount, and the rock knights got the order, and the black armor on their bodies quickly closed again, making them look like the heavily armed death knights before, and although they changed their life forms, their souls were still loyal to the death knights of the dark blade, and their identities had not changed.

The Frost Dragons flew fast, and in just a few minutes, they landed on the black towers in the heart of the growing Darkblade City, and under the guidance of the silent Rogrio, Saratas was quickly ushered into a reception room, where a Raven Man in black robes and a strange crown was waiting for her.

"This is the Sharp-Claw General of the Tongtian Peak Palace, Your Excellency the Crow!"

Roglio stretched out his hand and introduced the black crow man in front of Salatas, although its feathers were well maintained and had some brightly colored embellishments, it could be seen from the dark red eyes that this crow man was also an undead.

"He will lead you to the world of Draenor to meet a special guest! And what you're going to do, it's all in this letter. ”

Rogrio took a letter from the lining pocket of his uniform and handed it to Salatas, and with a wave of his hand, a banshee maid floated into the reception room with a black ladies' uniform, a new uniform, made for Salatas, with a feminine beret and a pleated skirt, and of course, she could also wear trousers with riding boots.

"Well, these dead people are quite thoughtful."

After Rogrio left, Miss Salatas and the silent Raven General were left in the reception room, and the young lady twisted the uniform with two fingers, looked at it in front of her eyes, and then nodded with satisfaction, her hand commanded, and the long skirt on her body that had evolved with the power of the void suddenly dissipated into a purple mist, and this very wild woman once again exposed her body to the eyes of another male.

However... The raven is also a necromancer, a high-level necromancer, and it does not react to the white body in front of it, on the contrary, when Saratas changes clothes, it seems to be asleep, with its eyes closed, standing still, motionless.

Soon, the young lady changed her clothes, she stood in front of the mirror, crossed her waist, looking at her own image, this black uniform set off her body very much, so that she had a sense of heroism, especially the black riding boots and buckled belts, which made her look unexpectedly a kind of military temperament, although, in the image reflected in the mirror, what was shown was just a distorted ** shadow...

"Huh"

Saratas fastened her beret to her head, and she looked back at the crow, and she asked:

"Tell me, who is the guest? If he's a madman who dares to confront the Old Gods, then let me guess that he's either a Void creature, like me, or, a Void Servant? For example, those inferior creatures who study the Void..."

"It's an ethereal spirit!"

At last the raven spoke, and its bird's eyes blinked rapidly, and then said in a hoarse, low voice:

A self-proclaimed "Twinwalker" ethereal spirit, a guest of the High Lord, but he was reluctant to rush into Azeroth, which was controlled by the Darkblade, so he chose to meet at the edge of the sky in the world of Draenor, a place close to the stars, where only the Raven Wings could barely get close. ”

"I thought the High Lord would go to see him in person, but I didn't expect that Tyrion had chosen a representative for himself... You're a good fit! At least as a representative, it is very suitable. ”

A glint flashed in the crow's dark red eyes:

"You and him, I can feel that you are wielding the same power... Also, the High Lord has told Queen Reich to find you a future office in the overseas islands of Delanor, so I guess we might be "neighbors" for a while. ”

"Office?"

Saratas glanced at the letter in her hand with some confusion, she opened it, there were only a few sentences on it, but it made the young lady's eyes narrow, she looked at those words repeatedly, and finally, Saratas showed a strange smile.

"Infuse the power of the Void into your life and cultivate a group of elves who manipulate the power of the Void to cure your strange addiction... Lo and behold, he also gave it a nice name, "Rondore", the Void Elf! ”

"Sure enough, his heart and his eyes have accepted all possible paths, and sure enough, this is where he is stronger than ignorant mortals, he will not be restrained by the fear of the consequences of defeat, he is willing to pay any price, he is willing to take risks... Good, good! ”

The young lady rubbed the black Broken Blade badge in her hand, and after a few chuckles, she pinned the badge to the chest of her uniform, and then, with a very mature touch, straightened her beret and her hair, she looked at the crow general in front of her, and she whispered:

"I took this task!"

"Now, take me to meet the Twin Realms Walker... Let me see what these pesky ethereals have become of after they lost their homes to the Void Surge tens of thousands of years ago. ”