The voice of the Lich King, ruler of the Great Glacier and commander of thousands of undead, was as low and sneaky as it had been in another world years ago, and it was hard not to think of conspiracy or anything like that.

He is such a person, with enough wisdom, super high skills and strength, but he always lacks a little determination, and there is also a trace of indelible greed in his bones, as well as a little selfishness.

He can be called a qualified leader, but he is not excellent, let alone the best.

When faced with important decisions, he will always show hesitation, will be interfered by many external factors, and will even make some decisions that should not be made, so as to ruin his future, just like in the world of Draenor.

But, everyone grows, especially after such a terrible and heavy disaster, he should also learn something, he should also be changed... Of course, there are prerequisites for this.

"You don't seem surprised that I'm here?"

Tyrion stood calmly on the circular platform in front of the Ice Throne, he looked at the frozen ghost on the throne, he was disfigureless, but in the High Lord's keen senses, he could feel the presence of the ghost, just like when they were separated, the ghost of the old orc, imprisoned in the ice, staring at him with those tired eyes.

"Or did you lure Arthas here just to lure me here?"

The black cloak of the High Lord hunted behind him, and he asked:

"Looks like you have something to say to me, or do you have an ending planned for me?"

"No!"

The Lich King's voice rang out, and he replied categorically in the negative:

"It's not me, there are other beings who want you to come here, and they have brought orders from another powerful being, but not for me, but for you."

"I'm sorry, at the request of the great man, your cursed life... will end today. ”

"Huh"

The Lich King's words fell, and the cold magic contained in the Icecrown Fortress exploded, forcibly sealing the space around the entire open-air platform, like a closed arc-shaped cage, distorting the light in the dark sky beyond the wind and snow, which was a manifestation of energy penetrating the space, and in this level of energy conflict, the space door in the conventional sense could not be opened.

This is the icy magic absorbed by the entire Icecrown Fortress, from the underground of the Great Glacier, and unless Tyrion is strong enough to shatter the entire 10,000-year-old Great Glacier with a single blow, he will not be able to leave here with an ability similar to teleportation.

In other words, he was trapped.

And at the moment when Tyrion was trapped, the eight shadow Valkyries led by Ann Halder appeared from all directions of the circular platform, these Valkyries who served Hela wore black ghost armor and held death spears, behind the bodies of their souls, there were a pair of open black light wings, which looked extremely heavy, and the slaughter that emanated from them was indescribable.

It is the breath from the abyss of hell, in other words, it is the breath from hell.

"Buzz"

As Hela's most trusted and powerful leader of the Shadow Valkyries, Annhald, the single ponytail behind her helmet pointed her funeral spear at Tyrion standing in the center of the circular platform, and she announced in a cold, dead voice:

"Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, ignorant reckless, death-defying fanatics! You have boldly sabotaged the plans of the Goddess of Hades several times, and you have also colluded with the lowly heretic Bonsandy to try to overthrow the rule of His Majesty Hela. In the name of the goddess, I punish you... Death penalty! ”

"Your soul will be cast into the brazier of sin and burned for 10,000 years! And your dead bones will serve Queen Hela as sinners until your sins are paid for! ”

"Now, sinners! On your knees... Pray for forgiveness from Queen Hela! ”

The chain of charges did not make Tyrion's face change even a bit, he just stood still, quietly listened to the Wagri's confession, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head and looked directly at Ann Halde with his ice-blue eyes, he looked at the Valkyrie who was close to Agasa's size, but stronger and more powerful, and he whispered:

"What if I say no?"

Anheld took a step forward with a blank face:

"I will persuade you with weapons and pain until you... Back. ”

"Huh"

Tyrion's left hand stretched out, and a black flame burned in the palm of his hand, and a slightly hideous smile reflected on Tyrion's thin cheeks against the background of that strange flame:

"I mean... What if my other self in my body says no? ”

"I don't understand what you're saying! Sinner, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore! Come with me, sisters, and bring the soul of this sinner back to the abyss of hell! ”

Anheld's fingers flicked forward, and the remaining 13 Valkyries rushed towards Tyrion standing in the center of the platform with their weapons in hand, the latter shrugged, the black flame in his left hand swelled violently, and in less than 1 second, a long sword entwined with raging black fire appeared in his hand, Tyrion took a step forward, his hoarse voice echoing in this distorted dark space.

"Well, well... This is what you earned for yourself... Enjoy. ”

"Bang"

Anhalde, who was the fastest to rush, had just swung the Death Spear when she felt a whistling blade rushing towards her, and between the light feathers of her body shone, a dark storm smashed into the blade in front of her, she felt a faint threat, her pace of charging slowed down a little, and the next moment, the pale light was torn apart by the black flames.

Like a black and white scorching sun rising in front of her eyes, the energy storm that burst out between the collision of the huge and cold soul energy made the Shadow Valkyrie subconsciously close her eyes, she quickly retreated, but in the howling wind, Ann Hold heard the screams of her companions... It's like a dying little beast that has fallen into a trap.

Valkyrie, with her powerful fighting instincts, swung several soul spikes that smashed her to the sides between swinging the spear in her hand, judging by the trembling force of the spear, these spikes had almost devastating destructive power against the spirit.

The sudden riot of soul power also swept away the heavy snow on this platform, and it used an explosive counterattack to envelop those Valkyries in a sea of black fire that rolled and burned like liquid, which was an illusion of soul power compressed to the extreme, a power that should not appear in the hands of flesh and blood creatures.

In Anhald's mind, this level of power can only appear in the hands of Queen Hela or the hateful heretical Bonsandy, who controls the entire Abyss of Hell, and only their tough and unique souls can withstand the oppression of such soul power.

The Valkyrie felt the tide of black fire rolling towards her, and she stabbed the spear in her hand between the ice, the pale power unfolding in front of her eyes, like a thick shield of light, blocking the endless sea of black fire from the shield, and the Lich King also unleashed his power in silence, helping Anhalde to make the shield more solid.

It was only then that the Shadow Valkyrie had time to look up at the battlefield in the center of the platform, and this sight made her heart sink to the valley.

Tyrion, who lifted the black hood, was stepping on the waist of a Valkyrie who was badly burned by the black fire, and between the black flames that drifted around him, the two Valkyries had fallen on the cold platform, their chests and waists were torn and pierced with terrifying wounds, and Wagri was incorporeal, they were completely creatures that existed as spirits, and the appearance of such wounds could only prove that their souls were truly hurt.

And in Tyrion's hand, he was holding a strange alien longsword, that weapon was different from all orthodox longsword forms, it was like the spine of some kind of creature was forcibly pulled out, and then copied into two, and twisted and wound together with strange power, at the top of the white bone blade, were two curved and sharp bone spurs.

And on both sides of the spine-like white bone blade, there are sharp white bone thorns, and even the hilt of this long sword is composed of gloomy white bones, and on the hilt, there is a shrunken demon head, like a skull that has been completely stripped of flesh and blood, and in that black eye socket, there is a black-red, blood-like light shining.

It didn't look like a weapon at all, it looked like a weird thing designed to scare people, but in Tyrion's hands, it was indeed a powerful weapon, and between Tyrion's wrist flips, the sharp bone spurs at the front of the blade seemed to have a life of its own, slowly closing between the buzzing and whistling, and between the two bone spurs, the light blade composed entirely of soul energy was slowly generating.

Sharp, deadly, and eerie.

He looked at the Valkyrie who was trampled underfoot, the poor young lady was scorched by the black fire that represented the power of the soul, such a violent soul fire can be called a real killer for the pure spirit body, Tyrion looked at the struggling young lady, he reached out and pulled the black winged helmet off her face, and threw it aside, he gently stroked the smooth cheek of the Valkyrie with his fingers, and in the Valkyrie's terrified gaze, Tyrion whispered:

"Kid... Hela's enslavement of you is over... From today, your name, your soul, your everything... It's all mine. ”

"Don't be afraid, it's going to be a little... Hurt! ”

"Poof"

The terrifying long sword like a bone spur pierced the heart of the struggling Valkyrie from top to bottom, and there was no blood in the spirit body, but in Anhalde's eyes, she could clearly see that the soul power in her compatriot's body was being quickly absorbed by the strange bone sword wrapped in black flames.

It's like a greedy monster devouring its poor prey.

"Monster!"

Ann Halde hadn't been so angry in tens of thousands of years, and of course, she hadn't been so frightened in tens of thousands of years, she and the rest of the Valkyries clenched their weapons tightly, and they lost 3 people in just one attack, it seems that Hela made a serious mistake in her assessment of Tyrion's strength, or... In the short time since the last meeting, Tyrion's strength has been terrifyingly boosted.

Of course, the Vagris prefer to believe that all this happened because of the strange bone sword in Tyrion's hand.

"Seriously, I'm not very willing to use it."

The Great Lord threw the weak and seriously injured Vargri in front of him at his feet, he shook the bone sword in his hand, and looked at the dark red light blade that shone endlessly between the bone spurs at the front end of the bone sword, on the light blade, there were several necromantic runes trembling, under the manipulation of Tyrion's will, the necromantic runes on the light blade were constantly changing, and on this newborn long sword, the combination of runes with different effects was rapidly changing.

He held the alien, ugly bone sword in front of his eyes, and through the sharp blade, he looked at the Vagris who were vigilantly clenching their weapons under the Ice Throne in front of him, and he whispered:

"This sword is very unruly, it is unruly, it is a complete bastard, even after it recognizes me as its master, it will greedily intercept every impaled soul, it is its nature."

"But anyway, this ugly thing is very good against you disembodied spirits... And you're just the beginning, little ladies..."

Tyrion aimed the blade of the bone sword at the Vagris in front of him, and he whispered:

"Someday, Hela will see it with her own eyes, hopefully... That ugly crazy woman won't be intimidated. ”

"Fanatic!"

Ann Halder screamed, she looked back at the ice on the Ice Throne, and she shouted:

"Lich King, don't forget Queen Hela's bounty... We need your strength! Right now! ”

"Boom"

The incomparable energy of death and the magic of darkness erupted at the same time, smashing into Tyrion in front of him with a mountain of might. Dawnblade, and the Vages followed the Lich King's burst of power as they rushed towards the Darkblade Lord.

And just as that power erupted, Tyrion suddenly lowered the bone sword in his hand, and he was completely defenseless, but asked in a loud voice:

"So, Naozu! Tell me, what did Hela give you? ”

"Freedom! That arrogant queen gave me freedom... She thought I was going to be her watchdog! ”

The moment the Lich King's voice responded, the huge amount of death energy and dark magic that had smashed into Tyrion suddenly reversed, and converged on the platform in front of Tyrion into a roaring energy storm like a great maelstrom, gathering all the five vargries that were caught off guard, and this sudden blow made those vargries dizzy.

Tyrion moved his shoulders, black flames surging from his palms and wrapping around the sword in his hand, and he looked at the tossing and turning Varians in the sky, and he whispered:

"Look, our Hela is so stupidly cute, she thinks she's merciful enough to set you free..."

"But what's the use of being free?"