The vast realm of the dead seems to have no borders.

Every undead who first enters this realm of the dead will be shocked by the sight of the dead realm, in the center of the former wasteland, the undead of the Dark Blade have built a huge complex here, like a city that continues to stretch around, with the operation of the Eastern Continent, Kalimdor and Northrend's Dead Realm Landmark, a steady stream of undead are sent into this land every day.

It's the same place as the rest of the world, with its own order, and the undead who are sent here, whether humans, dwarves, elves, vikus, minotaurs or orcs, will be sent into the living city by the Grimblade soldiers stationed at the entrance to the Dead Realm.

Only then will these creatures living in different parts of the world be able to peek into the world's deepest secrets... That seemingly free world has long been ruled by the Dark Blade!

Unfortunately, this is a secret that only the dead know... And no necromancer can bring the news back to the world.

The tree of reincarnation standing in the center of the city, under the nourishment of a large number of souls, the giant tree that is like a heavenly dome, but shining with a pale halo is like a lighthouse dotted with countless lights, and between the halo of the branches, there will always be one after another souls who have been judged, through this tree and the present world, will be sent back to the civilization of the present world as a new life.

Life and death... This is the order of the dead world, and it is also the basis for the prosperity and development of the world, the continuous circulation of the soul will keep the number of life in the world at a high level, and with the more and more prosperity of civilization, the number of souls will also increase, which is a complementary relationship.

As long as the soul is not too badly damaged, it will regain its living senses after entering the realm of death, and this land is the land of the blessing of almost all the undead... Every soul that enters it can regain this "life", but not every soul gets what it wants.

Despite the large number of souls that reach the Dead Realm every day, less than one in ten million lucky people are allowed to keep their memories and stay in the Dead Realm, those are all beings who are useful to the development of the Dead Realm, and they will temporarily get rid of the cycle of life and death, and live in this dead world in an immortal attitude until the next cycle of reincarnation begins, or they themselves are tired of this immortality and actively choose reincarnation.

In short, under the rule of the High Lord, the city of the Dead is on the right track, and it has begun to expand its power beyond the vast territory of the Dead Realm.

The Dead Realm under Tyrion's rule has borders... According to a research conducted by Darkblade a few years ago, the area of the Dead Realm is roughly equivalent to the area of the entire Eastern Continent plus one-third of Kalimdor, but the territory outside this world is not a connected wilderness, probably because the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago spread too much destructive energy, causing the Dead Realm to intersect with the present world has also been affected.

It is divided into three parts at the overall level, and at the micro level, each fragmented Dead Realm appears to be fragmented, like an archipelago suspended in the Sea of Death, it is difficult to connect into an entire continent, and the same is true of the Dead Realm under Tyrion's rule, beyond this wilderness, there are many broken "small islands", each of which is separated by a liquid similar to the ocean.

But the good news is that after the tree of reincarnation was planted, after the rules of the dead realm were re-completed, these islands divided by external forces gradually showed signs of reintegration, but it would take time...

"It can be expected that at some point in the future, perhaps hundreds of years from now, maybe thousands of years from now, this kingdom of the undead will inevitably flourish again... Not even worse than the civilization of the present world. ”

In the pale sky of the Dead Realm, Tyrion condescendingly looked at the city below that was controlled by the Dark Blade, and looked at the orderly environment in the city, and he said to the troll Death God Bongsandy beside him:

"Would you look forward to that future? The future after that fusion. ”

"Nope! I'm not looking forward to it! ”

Bun Sandy, who had dressed himself very "fashionably", shrugged his shoulders, and the skull-embellished ornaments behind his back swayed in the air, and the bone-masked troll leaned on his strange stick-like cane, and he replied in a strange tone:

"That's the perfect future you imagined, not mine... I don't think about these weird things, but then again, do you really intend to be a king in the Shadow Realm? It's like Hela, who calls herself the Queen of Hades. ”

Bonsandy turned his head and pouted at a calm Tyrion with his eyes beneath the bone mask, and asked in a low voice:

"You know, commanding the dead is actually a very boring thing..."

"You and I both know that Hela is crazy."

Tyrion shook the Staff of Mist in his hand, and he looked at Bonsandy seriously:

"Do you think I'm like a madman?"

After saying that, without waiting for Bonsandy to answer, Tyrion raised his head with some interest, looked at the stars beyond the cold clouds of the Dead Realm, and said:

"You've been in your palace for so many years, haven't you ever looked up? Bonsandy, there's a stellar spot here, too... There are so many things to pursue, so many landscapes, so many stories... Why bind yourself to the earth and become an arrogant king in a mud pit? ”

"I've said it a long time ago, Azeroth, this fantastic and magnificent world, is only my beginning, far from the end... Alright, that's the end of the chat, let's get down to business! ”

"Ah, are you finally going to get down to business?"

Bonsandy shook the cane in his hand in boredom, and he said meaningfully:

"I thought you came to me today to have some fun... Okay~ Come with me, Tyrion, after seeing your city, it's time to go to my Hades Palace, and by the way, handle the handover affairs..."

As he spoke, a dark red door shrouded in blood moon slowly opened in front of Tyrion's eyes, and the troll god of death Bonsandy turned sideways and made a "please" gesture with an elegant and comical gesture, Tyrion quietly walked into the portal shrouded in the blood moonlight with his staff, and the next moment, he came to Bonsandy's underworld.

This is not the dilapidated Hades Palace located in the current Nazmir swamp that was entered through spiritual contact in the Black Rock Mountain, but the real Hades Palace located in another continent of the Dead Realm, which belongs to the true kingdom of the Death God Bang Sandy.

But unexpectedly, this place is a little too simple, which makes Tyrion a little surprised, he looked at the city in front of him that was like the golden dynasty of Zudasa, built on the endless mountains, he also thought that this place would be more... Gorgeous.

"That's, a vision of Dazaro?"

The High Lord's finger moved, and he stood on the mountain range where he had landed, looking at the city built on the mountain in the distance, and he looked at Bonsandy beside him, and he asked softly:

"You restored the city here? Do you have such a deep affection for it? It's not quite like you, Bonsandy. ”

At this moment, the Troll Reaper was not as talkative as before, he bent down slightly, standing beside Tyrion, he also looked at the city that was exactly the same as the current Dasaro City, and he whispered:

"The trolls are wondering, ah, where did the great, the cunning, the evil Bonsandy, who has mastered death, come from?"

"I'm actually just like them, I'm a normal troll born in Dazaro, and the only thing I'm better than them is that I might have had some luck, and this experience reminds me that I'm just a normal person, and I would... Die, I'm actually a coward, Tyrion, and I'm afraid of Hela's madness, so I never interfere with souls other than trolls... It's as if I'm afraid of your power, and I'm here to grovel to offer you the dominion of the land. ”

The Troll Reaper said in a joking, self-deprecating tone:

"I'm actually a person with no ambition, I've spent all my life in the Zandalar Islands, using the Odile seal as an excuse, in fact, I've always been very clear that I'm just a lucky Grim Reaper, I'm not like you, and Hela..."

Bonsandy's self-description silenced Tyrion for a moment, and the High Lord closed his eyes, feeling the wind of the spirit realm that was slightly different from the realm of the dead and the realm of death, and he whispered:

"That's a good thing, Bonsandy, trust me, it's a good thing..."

"People who are afraid can live longer, live better, live cautiously, know the limits of their abilities, this is a kind of luck, be cautious so that you will not bring you ruin, those who shout to conquer fate, but in fact are ambitious and talented, how many can live to see the times change because of them? No, it won't... I misread you, Bonsandy, perhaps, you are a true wise man. ”

"Sometimes, though, your jokes aren't funny at all..."

A smile tugged at the corner of the Great Lord's mouth, he took a deep breath and stretched out his hand towards Bonsandy:

"Give it to me, then! The ones I need... Something, now that you've made your decision, then, fulfill it! ”

"Buzz"

Something appeared in Bonsandy's palm, an elegantly shaped small crown that resembled a king's crown, embellished with purple velvet and gold filigree trimmed emblems, a somewhat heavy crown set on all sides with red gems that glittered in the halo at the flick of the troll's fingers.

"This is my "crown". ”

Bonsandy grinned, and said in a tone so gloomy that it scared people to death:

"It's the best and most beautiful crown that I've commissioned old Garney to steal from the treasury in Dasaro, but I've never worn it, because I don't like this heavy thing, and it makes your neck sore to wear it, and it's as terrible as putting the whole world on your head, but now, it's yours, this duty, this world, this damn mission... Ah, I can finally take a break and do some of the things I've always wanted to do. ”

As soon as he spoke, Bonsandy's voice disappeared in place, so fast that Tyrion couldn't stop it, bastard... Didn't even say goodbye!

"It's rude!"

The High Lord snorted dissatisfiedly, but he could guess that this delicate troll Reaper probably didn't want to see the city he had worked so hard to build destroyed by Tyrion, so he slipped away ahead of time.

But Tyrion wasn't the kind of person to burn the harp and cook the crane, and since he had promised Bonsandy that he wouldn't interfere with the troll's life-and-death cycle, he would definitely do it.

"Huh"

The little ghost Yuna's glow-drenched figure appeared on Tyrion's shoulder, and the little ghost shook her head from side to side, looking curiously at the place she had never been to, and at the distant troll city built on top of the mountains, Yuna looked at the city, and she could see many troll souls coming and going in it, as if they were continuing to live their lives in this land of the dead.

"Yuna, a gift~"

The crown in Tyrion's hand was handed to Yuna, and the little girl looked at the gorgeously shaped and luxuriously decorated crown, her eyes widened, and she let out an exclamation:

"Wow! What a beautiful hat! ”

As she spoke, the little monkey-like girl reached out and buckled the crown diagonally on her little head, the crown that made both Tyrion and Bonsandy feel a little heavy, but Yuna felt as if there was no weight, she put the wreath on top of her head on the diagonal crown, and then stood on the ground, pretending to pose a few playful poses, and looked at her current appearance by the pool next to her.

At last the little girl triumphantly jumped on Tyrian's shoulder, touched the diagonal crown on her head, and said to the Great Lord:

"I also have a crown, and I'm a little princess, right?"

"Of course."

Tyrion shrugged, Yuna was part of his "crown", after this girl wore Bonsandy's "crown", the earth of the dead and the underworld had begun to merge on some implicit level, perhaps in a few decades, the two lands separated by the explosion would be reunited, and the scars left by the ancient world would slowly erase in this world.

By that time, a true order of death will be thoroughly established, but again, this huge project will take time...

"Buzz"

A glow like Bonsandy's signature blood moon halo swirled around Tyrion's fingers, representing that he had also begun to draw on the land's distinctive power of death, and that he had grown stronger.

"Hmm..."

The High Lord looked at the troll city that Bonsandy had established in the Dead Realm in the distance, and he whispered:

"So, now there's only one last one left..."

"Hela, the Abyss of Hell..."

"The era of the great fusion of the dead realm in Azeroth, the era I have been waiting for for so long, the era that belongs to the undead, has finally begun..."