"Bang"

In the depths of the snow-capped mountains of Kazmodan, a sudden burst of air burst strong enough to set off a large avalanche, and the form of the force collision was extremely obvious, and even brought up a sonic boom cloud visible to the naked eye in the air.

The impact of forcibly returning to the present world from the realm of the dead was amazing, as a similar energy creature Wagri did not have much effect, Agasa lost control in the air, and after a few spins, he was steadily suspended in the air, but the physical Tyrion could not avoid the second impact of the two worlds.

His body was thrown directly out, like a black missile, at a speed beyond the speed of sound, whistling and smashing into the mountain wall in the snowy mountain valley in front of him, from Agasa's vision, you can clearly see Tyrion smashing on the opposite mountain wall, the violent rocks and the scene of the falling snow on the top of the mountain frantically.

This made Wagri subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

She flew quickly to the top of the valley that was covered by the falling snow, and between the dances of her hand, a bright white spear appeared in her hand, and it seemed that she was going to fish Tyrion out of the snow ditch, but at the moment when Vagri swung her weapon, a tremor came from beyond the valley, and there was a strange roar and a halo of evil energy floating in the air.

A hint of surprise flashed across Agatha's face wrapped in the Blitzkrieg Helmet when he saw the location of the halo.

"Annala!"

One of her best friends, the Soul Healer who had mended Tyrion's soul wounds, was living in seclusion, watching the dark green glow of the evil energy grow thicker and thicker, Agatha glanced at the snow ditch below, and moments later, she flapped her wings and turned into a white streamer of light, rushing beyond the valley where the battle was taking place.

When Agasa saw her old friend, she also saw something she shouldn't be here, a demon fighting a soul healer... Spooky demons.

It was a lion-like demon, hairless all over its body, only disgusting, blood-red scales, a short tail, wings made of white bones on either side of its body, and most of all, its face, a disgusting face.

It wasn't a face, but a strange head formed by a dozen faces crammed together, each with hideous teeth, and underneath these disgustingly distorted faces, there was a pair of fangs that were so dense that they were terrifyingly large.

The demon chased the combat-savvy Annala in the Soul Healer's graveyard, each of its mouths spewing out a completely different kind of magical breath, and its huge claws were wrapped in the breath of evil energy, each of which left a burning mark on the ground.

"Devourer of Uzur! Hell, how did this monster end up here? ”

As a Vargri who deals with souls, of course Anaraa knows what this is, in fact, in the demon invasion 10,000 years ago, she has killed such demonic monsters more than once, but none of the ones she encountered on the battlefield before are as huge as the one in front of her, which seems to be the evil pet of some big demon.

This disgusting creature is naturally not innate, even if the creator is blind, he will not make this kind of monster born purely to spread malice, these things are essentially a kind of stitched corpses, constructing monsters, made by demons, specially used to devour corpses, and devour wandering souls on the battlefield, to provide demons with some "materials" for experiments.

It is said that when the Devourer Demon was crafted, it only had one face, and as more and more souls they devoured, they would grow more faces, and judging from the size of the Devourer in front of him, this guy devoured at least 1,000 souls.

It is worth mentioning that "Uzur" means "soul eater" in demonic language.

"Annala, I'm here to help you!"

Agasa shouted, immediately attracting the attention of Uzur, who was raging in the cemetery below, and the disgusting monster roared towards the sky, and in the malice of a dozen pairs of its eyes, a dozen lethal rays of light also shot into the sky, but Agasa nimbly dodged it.

The warlike Varghri let out a battle cry, and in the glow of her soul power, her body turned into a white lightsaber that fell from the sky, and in a flash, one of the disgusting Uzur's faces was completely torn apart, and in the escape of the stinking blood, the monster roared, and soon, another face appeared on its body.

"It's so tough..."

Agatha swung his spear and tore open both of Uzur's faces at once, but it also did no effective damage, and Uzur's constructed demons were rare and very difficult to deal with, because every soul in the body could bring them new life.

"This monster is coming at me, and it wants to devour me..."

The breath-disordered soul healer waved his hands and used the soul light to wrap around the body of the Uzur demon in front of him, restricting its movements, while the war spear in Agatha's hand danced wildly like a storm, and for a while, Uzur kept retreating.

"We're going to have to kill it at least a thousand times... It's terrible. ”

Agatha complained, but did not stop her attack, as Varri, she could see the imprisoned wailing souls in the body of this monster, most of them were Draenei souls, some dwarves and humans, she wanted to save them, but she couldn't do anything, the demons like Uzur were too evil, these souls bound in its body, there was no way to save them.

"Give them relief."

Thinking so, Agasa raised her spear again, but just as she was about to kill the monster in front of her with one blow, a dark shadow rushed out of the snow not far away, and Tyrion rubbed his nose, he felt that his nose seemed to have been broken by the impact just now, and his nose was crooked.

This made the King of the Dark Blade very unhappy, and the influence of the Dead Realm on him seemed to be still there, which made Tyrion a little unable to control his emotions, and the moment he saw the disgusting monster, the King of the Dark Blade pulled out the Ash Messenger behind him with a backhand, and slashed hard at the neck of the Uzur demon from behind.

In the midst of Tyrion's full effort, more than a dozen phantoms of black blades slashed at Uzur's body from all directions, and with a single blow, a third of the demonic monster's bones made a fragile snapping sound.

"Let it go!"

"I'm coming!"

The King of the Dark Blades threw a sentence at the two Wagri who were watching in a cold tone, and the ash messenger in his hand waved it again, and in just a few seconds, the Uzur demon who had not been able to survive just now screamed and kept retreating, and Tyrion alone played the momentum and damage of a dozen people besieging him, and it seemed that Tyrion seemed to want to vent his anger at being threatened by the two gods of death just now on the poor demon in front of him.

"It lives on its soul, Tyrion, and physical damage alone can't kill it!"

Anala, the soul healer who turned into a melon-eating spectator, reminded loudly, and Tyrion's attack also stopped at this moment, he backhanded the ash bringer back into the scabbard behind his back, and between the finger beats, a long sword wrapped in black flames appeared in his hand, and the moment this strange long sword appeared, the howling Uzur seemed to see a natural enemy, it opened its broken bone wings, and turned around to escape.

"Oh? Is that so? ”

The King of the Dark Blade stretched out his finger and tapped the blade in his hand, the black soul fire slowly faded, revealing the sword body of the Apocalypse, and with the help of Tyrion, the magic blade that successfully devoured the soul of a part of the polluter also entered the stage of breaking through the shackles of self as it wished, its self-evolution is not yet complete, but as a weapon, it can still fulfill its mission.

"Can you fight? Apocalypse? ”

Tyrion asked softly, and a moment later, a grim voice sounded in his heart:

"Swing me at will... The blood of the enemy makes me more pleasant. ”

"Good!"

The King of the Dark Blades nodded, and the next moment, his figure was like black lightning, rushing into the sky between the falling snow, and the body of the Uzur demon who wanted to escape was smoothly divided into more than a dozen pieces in the air after the black light flashed, and then smashed on this white snow with a stinky blood rain in the sky.

"He did it! The destructive power of this soul... It's amazing! ”

Annala looked at the apocalypse entangled in black fire with some fear, she quietly hid behind Agasa, and secretly looked at Tyrion with a cold face, and she whispered:

"Let's leave as soon as the fight is over, and I still have to appease those released souls."

Tyrion tilted his head and glanced at the seemingly timid Soul Healer, and after a moment he turned his gaze back to Agatha, pointed to his ear, and asked:

"What's going on with those voices echoing in my head?"

"It was the will of the Realm of Death, it saw you, it touched you, and now, it summoned you..."

Agasa explained with some concern:

"You shouldn't have taken the risk, Tyrion, in order to save you, I let you enter a world that you shouldn't be in now, do you know why Hela didn't chase you? The Dead Realm corrupts the soul of any living being, it beckons you, it wants you to blend in with that world, to be a part of that world, and if you don't respond to that call... It will come to you. ”

"Hela thinks that you are dead, and after you are completely immortal, the part of the Great Demon's soul in your hands will still return to her hands, which is not cost-effective, not cost-effective!"

Tyrion couldn't help but touch his ears at Agatha's explanation, but after a moment, he shook his head:

"It's a good deal or not, it's up to me, I think it's a good deal,"

"You just have a hard mouth!"

Agatha displeased put away her weapon, she looked into Tyrion's tired eyes, and said:

"The Dead Realm is still affecting your senses and soul, you'd better rest for a while, and then think about how to respond to this call, in short, don't take any chances, the "guide" you need hasn't been found yet, just rush into the Dead Realm, you won't end too well, by the way, just now, I saw that the floating island also disappeared, that's what you did? ”

In the falling snow of Kazmodan, Tyrion turned his head and looked in the direction of the northern frontier, his eyes narrowed, and a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"No, it wasn't me, it was another group of people."

"A group of daring guys, and one of them is a person I keep an eye on, I have to say, he did a very good job this time!"

"I'm very happy with his transformation..."

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"Whoa, whoa"

The sound of the rhythm of the sea echoed in Kel'thugad's ears, and the pale ** master and warlock was standing on the edge of a ruined Dalaran ruin, looking at the endless sea below with some speechlessness.

In the absence of maps and magic positioning, even ** masters like Kel'thugad couldn't figure out where they were teleported in the desperate teleportation just now.

But it's definitely still in Azeroth... There was no doubt that the familiar magical aura of the sea and the elemental fluctuations that were very consistent with the laws of this world all proved their position, so the luck of this group of warlocks was not bad, and they were not directly teleported to another world by the rebellious Scepter of Sargeras.

Beside Kel'thugad, Artea was tying up her brother, the silent human warlock Kanressad still had a blood stain on the corner of his mouth, and the dwarf warlock Wilfred was lying on the ground not far away, life and death unknown, the orc warlock Retson had lost his hands, and the High Elf warlock Sinfer was kneeling with his disfigured face and crying loudly.

The small group that Kel'thugad had just formed was on the verge of collapse after a life-and-death crisis.

"Don't cry! Don't scream! You guys are so noisy! ”

The master turned his head, stretched out his trembling hand, put his hood torn by magic on his head, he looked at the few people in front of him with gloomy eyes, and he shouted loudly:

"We survived! Fools, there is hope to live, and we have Dalaran... Dalaran can fly, although I haven't figured out how it hangs in the air, but it's nothing... Most importantly, we got the future! ”

As he spoke, Kel'thugad flicked his fingers, and the bandaged Kanressad struggled to his feet and handed him a wooden box.

Kel'thugad opened the wooden box, and the black scepter of Sargeras stayed quietly in front of him, he took a deep breath, and under the gaze of all the warlocks, Kel'thugad stretched out his hand, held the black, ominous staff, and held it high, ** The master could feel that the staff in his hand had its own consciousness, and that consciousness was resisting him with a disdainful attitude.

But Kel'thugad's face did not waver in the slightest, and he looked at the remnants of the defeated army in front of him, and he shouted loudly:

"Here... I declare, Ladies and Gentlemen, that you have passed the first test..."

"Welcome aboard... My, Black Scythe Council! ”