This particular wooden coffin is not ordinary.

It was made from the remains of the Tree of Life, which took root after absorbing the magic of the Well of the Sun, and its torso was covered with stagnant magic that could effectively hinder the escape of the soul, so when this wooden coffin was made, Tyrion gave it a particularly nice name... Soul Gathering Coffin.

As for the core of the Tree of Life, the "seed" formed by the secondary growth of the Source of Life has been secretly sent to the Blighted Realm of Kul Tiras, where it will be planted, and then spend years growing again, so that it can completely symbiosis with the Emerald Dream Realm where the Blighted Realm was cut off.

It will become a sacred place for the Blightcast druids, and maybe a second sacred place for the Night Elf druids after the Emerald Dream, of course, that is a matter of the future, and what will happen in the future, no one knows.

Tyrion lies in this soul coffin to perform a special, long, and dangerous "ritual".

To be precise, it is a ritual to quickly increase the soul power of the King of the Dark Blades.

According to his original plan, he would only turn his head to pursue the clues of the mysterious Death Realm after the northern frontier was completely settled, but when facing the joint suppression of Bonsandi and Hela, Tyrion had to enter the Death Realm in advance and in an irregular way, which caused him to be "seen" by the Death Realm.

The voice that has been ringing in his head represents the call of the Dead Realm to him, that is to say, Tyrion has to advance the action of exploring the Dead Realm, and to enter the opposite world of the present world, the strength of the soul is a necessary basic condition, and only a strong soul, after entering the Dead Realm through the rift in the present world, will not be quickly eroded by the power of that world.

This is the reason why the Soul Gathering Coffin appears here, and to increase its strength, it is necessary to have materials for transformation, as well as a medium for transformation, fortunately, Tyrion has both of these things.

"Apocalypse, my loyal weapon, you're not going to take this opportunity to kill your master here, are you?"

Tyrion asked on a spiritual level, and the black fire sword inserted in the coffin of the Soul Gathering let out an eerie hum.

"It's hard to say, my dear master..."

Apocalypse's villainous voice resounded in Tyrion's spirit:

"You and I are soul-connected, so naturally I won't take the initiative to hurt you, but if you can't bear the pain and pressure of soul transformation, and become a fool under the impact, then you can't blame me."

"Especially, the transformation material you chose, or the broken soul of Akmund the Polluter... It's material a notch above your current strength, and it's hard to say if his will will assimilate you and turn you into a muscular idiot with a brain full of muscles. ”

"Hehe, that's something I need to focus on... I won't bother you. ”

Tyrion replied dismissively:

"Just do your own thing, Apocalypse, I'm curious about what form you'll become after you've completed your self-elevation... Personally, I'm more inclined to a low-key and luxurious straight sword, don't you think? ”

"Oh, that's not going to be what you want it to be... Rest assured, I can assure you. ”

Apocalypse sounded in Tyrion's mind with a malicious laugh, and the black flames wrapped around its sword began to spread slowly, swallowing the endless layer of black mist into it, and then with the help of it and Tyrion's soul mark, the gnawed soul of the Great Demon was transformed into the purest soul power little by little, and then poured into Tyrion's soul.

But whether it is Tyrion or Apocalypse, when facing Akmund's soul, they are weaker, so the transformation of this soul power is very slow, very obscure, feeling the feeling of the soul power extending to his soul like a trickle, the pain of reshaping the soul form, as if to break the soul a little bit, and then mix some other things, and then reshape into a new form.

The pain of this process does not need to be said, but for Tyrion, the pain is barely bearable, and the body strengthened by the fruit of the tree of life has enough space to carry the soul that expands little by little.

"You say..."

Amid the unwilling roar of the polluter, which could be faintly heard, Tyrion suddenly asked:

"After this ritual is over, will I have some weird magic marks on my body, will my eyes be blind, and will I grow demonic horns that can transform into demons to fight?"

"Hehe... You're talking about demon hunters, right? I've seen crazy people who will give everything for power, and 10,000 years ago, I killed several... I have to say, you think a little too much, my childish "master". ”

In the deep darkness, the vicious mockery of the Apocalypse was heard again:

"You're not going to turn into a demon hunter, although in my opinion, you have a very good talent for hunting, but... At the moment of death, you have embarked on a completely different path. ”

"Oh? Is it? That's a pity..."

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"Wow, wow"

Wagri Agasa held a war spear, like a statue of a Valkyrie, in front of the dark Soul Gathering Coffin.

As Varri, who was connected to Tyrion's soul, she couldn't feel Tyrion's pain, but she could feel that Tyrion's soul was indeed getting stronger little by little with the passage of time.

Although at this rate, it would take at least dozens of days of continuous transformation to reach the point where you could safely enter the Death Realm, but this is actually a good sign.

But in the corner that Vargri did not notice, in the fluttering shadows, the figure of a small man suddenly flashed, and her appearance and disappearance took place silently, so fast that even Agasa did not notice.

Vargri only felt the churning waves of darkness, and she jerked her head back to look at the fluttering darkness, and Agatha's eyes widened, and she looked at everything with Vargri's characteristic vision, but found nothing.

"Strange, am I dazzled?"

Agasa looked left and right, making sure that there was no other existence in the darkness except for herself and the Soul Gathering Coffin, but she still felt a little strange, she said something to herself, and then continued to maintain a statue-like stance, watching the entrance to the underground hall warily.

In a place that Agasa did not see, the figure of the little man hid in a dark corner, and she seemed to cover her mouth with her hands, tiptoeing through the darkness, as if she were afraid of being discovered by Agasa.

And the target of her progress is the Soul Gathering Coffin, which is guarded by Agasa, and exudes a black luster in the dark.

To be exact, the guy in the coffin of the Soul Gathering.

This weird little guy had come to thank Tyrion, because her parents had told her to be a polite child, and that the big brother had helped her, so she had to thank him herself.

But the little creature's steps in the dark were very strange, she didn't seem to use her eyes to determine her position, just like a blind man groping in the dark, relying on Tyrion's breath, little by little approaching the tall soul coffin.

"Bang"

Her little head hit the corner of the Soul Gathering Coffin, causing the little man to sit on the ground, and she held her head in the dark, as if the collision just now hurt her very much.

But what's even more bizarre is that the vigilance has been raised to the highest Vagli Agasa, and the existence of this little man behind him has still not been discovered.

The little man rubbed his sore head, slowly got up from the ground, she looked left and right, and after finding that there was no ladder, the little man reached out in frustration, grabbed the uneven wood on the surface of the soul coffin, and then struggled to climb up little by little.

The Soul Gathering Coffin made by Tyrion was as tall as two adults, and for a small man, this thing was like an insurmountable peak, and it took her more than ten minutes to clumsily climb onto the lid of the Soul Gathering Coffin.

But seeing the very tightly closed Soul Gathering Coffin, the little man scratched his head, repeatedly searched for it under his feet, but failed to find a way into it, which made the little man very frustrated, she sat on the surface of the Soul Gathering Coffin, hugged her arms angrily, but was a little aggrieved, and finally, she stood up, grimaced at Agasa in front of her, and then quietly disappeared into the fluttering shadows.

Probably no one knows what is happening in the dark except this little man himself...

Fifteen minutes later, Tyrion's first day of transformation was completed, and at the moment when Vargri lifted the coffin of the Soul Gatherer, there was a strange fluctuation in the shadows between the two.

But neither Wagri nor the tired Tyrion noticed the waves... It wasn't until Tyrion returned to his mansion and slowly entered the undead dormancy under the effect of strange incense that the King of the Dark Blades suddenly heard laughter from behind.

The joyful laughter of a child, he was familiar with this kind of sound, because his precious daughter Dornan, when she was having fun, also made such a laugh... Like wind chimes blown by the wind, the laughter of the Delaney child is very beautiful.

But in this case, the laughter appeared too abruptly, making the King of the Dark Blades subconsciously stand up and look back at the shadows behind him, where... Not empty, he saw .... I saw the little girl with a blue glow, wearing a skirt and a vest, and her hair was messy.

It should be a spooky ghost that can escape Tyrion's Death Spirit!

"Son, who are you?"

Tyrion looked vigilantly at the little girl who suddenly appeared behind him, although the latter was as cute as his own daughter, but the King of the Dark Blade did not let his guard down, because the surrounding situation at this time was too weird, too quiet... It was so quiet that there wasn't even a sound.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Faced with Tyrion's question, the ghost child let out a series of exclamations, and she took a step back in fear, raised her head timidly, and looked blankly ahead:

"Can you see me? Can you hear me? ”

"Huh?"

Tyrion noticed the ghost child's eyes in a completely different tone than she spoke, which meant that... The child, who was blind, could not see everything in front of her, and could only discern Tyrion's presence by her voice.

"Friend, can you hear me?"

"It's so dark around, I can't see you..."

As he spoke, the strange little ghost stretched out his hand and groped his way forward like a blind man, and watching her staggering steps, a strange emotion rose in Tyrion's heart, and instead of speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground and stretched out his hand to the little ghost.

When the two hands of the eldest and the other were clasped together, the child let out a cry of joy:

"Great! Friend, I touched you... You're the big brother, aren't you? Big brother who rescued us from that monster... Thank you, Mom and Dad told me to be a kind person, so I made a special trip to thank you, but it was too dark around you, there was no light at all, and I couldn't see you. ”

"Rescue?"

Tyrion frowned, he couldn't remember who he had rescued during this time, but looking at the child's serious expression, Tyrion didn't mention it again, and after a few seconds of silence, he asked:

"Kid, what's your name?"

"Yuna! My name is Yuna! What's your name? Big brother? ”

The little ghost approached Tyrion and stroked Tyrion cheeks with his cold hands, and in the face of her question, the King of the Blades shrugged his shoulders and spoke:

"My name is Tyrion, Tyrion. Dawnblade, Yuna... Where are you from? ”

"Oh, Dawnblade, nice name!"

Yuna touched Tyrion's pointed ears, which she didn't seem to have seen before, and whispered as she touched the sharp tips of Tyrion's ears:

"My home is in Makere, I live with my mom and dad, and I've met Mr. Villen, who has a long beard... Later, Mr. Viren left with the others, but my mom and dad were still living in the village, and then one day, a monster broke in, and I was separated from mom and dad... But I'll find them, just as I'll find you, pointy-eared brother. ”

"Can I be your friend? Tyrion... Oh wait, they're coming, it's annoying, I'm leaving, they're fierce, they want to catch me, but they're so stupid, they can't find me at all... I'm leaving, friend, and I'll come to see you! Goodbye! ”

The little ghost looked back in some panic, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Tyrion on the forehead, and with a series of silver bell-like laughs, it disappeared into the darkness in front of Tyrion again.

And Tyrion's eyes suddenly opened at this moment... He looked left and right blankly, he was still in the meditation room of the mansion, and the smell of incense was very strong, as if he had just had a dream.

But the King of the Dark Blades knew that it wasn't that simple, and he touched his forehead behind him, and the cold kiss seemed to be still there... Wait, that voice!

Tyrion stroked his ears, and little by little, the voice in his head resurfaced, the summoning voice of the Dead Realm, but why, why didn't he hear that disgusting voice when he was with the little ghost named Yuna?

"Yuna?"

Tyrion's fingers tightened, and he looked out the window at the night sky, and he whispered to himself:

"You... Who exactly? ”