Mortals have short lives, and they don't have much time to explore the secrets of this world in their lives, so after many mysterious things happen, mortals will not get to the root of it, they will use their own understanding to try to explain those things, and in the end, those nonsense rumors will cover up the truth of the matter.

The rumors have become the real truth.

For example, at this time, she was flapping her wings, in the rift space between the shadow world and reality, the tall creature suspended in front of Tyrion's eyes, she had a human body, with a feminine graceful body, but her whole body exuded an illusory pale halo, it looked like it was composed of light, she had wings on her back, and between the beats, the streamer escaped, very beautiful and mysterious.

She wore a set of cumbersome, intricate and classical armor, those non-gold and non-jade armor were bound to her body, making her look powerful and powerful, and the most strange thing was the battle helmet she wore on her head.

It was a strange helmet that Tyrion had never seen in this world, a half-covered helmet that covered her eyes, but showed her nose and mouth, and on either side of the helmet, there were lightning-like decorations.

In her hand, she held a black war spear, which was engraved with strange runes, and at the top of the sharp war spear, there was a black battle flag, but the strange thing was that on the black battle flag fluttering in the wind, there was no mark, just a pure black flag.

If you ignore the strange colors of her armor and weapons, as well as her wings, the creature that appears before Tyrion is an angel of mortal legend, luring the souls of the good to the heavens of the Light, dragging the souls of the evil into a terrible hell.

But Tyrion knew that she wasn't... She's the same undead creature as he is, she's just her shaper, who has made her so sacred, and in a sense, she's more pitiful than him, at least Tyrion, and has her own freedom, and she, the creature named Vargri... She didn't have anything.

While Tyrion was looking at the shadow Vargri in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, Varri, who had appeared strangely in the Stormwind City cemetery, also looked at the Death Knight in front of him with a gaze blocked by his helmet.

He wasn't the most powerful dead she'd ever seen, in fact, there were many souls in the Hellside that were more powerful than Tyrion, but he was special, very special.

No dead person with a broken soul could be so solid, so free, in his soul that you could not see a trace of being bound, and in that soul that should have been cold, there was a flame burning... This Varri could see that the flame of the will did not look like a dead person at all.

He's special!

No wonder the Queen of Hades takes him so seriously... Such a unique soul is a true gem.

"By the will of the Queen of Hades..."

Wagri had just begun to speak in his own empty voice, but was rudely interrupted by Tyrion, who looked directly at Vargri in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"What did Hela say?"

"Bold!"

Wagri's voice sharpened, and the spear in her hand was pointed at Tyrion's head:

"How dare you call the Queen of Hades by her name!"

Facing the angry Shadow Angel, Tyrion tilted his head in confusion:

"Why can't I call her Hela? The Queen of Hades? Do you really think so? A woman driven mad by self-hatred, a coward who has abandoned her innately mission and responsibility, a traitor who has betrayed her own creator, a fallen Titan Guardian, is she really worthy of being called a queen? ”

"You know a lot, arrogant mortal!"

Shadow Wagri's wings flapped behind her, and her figure vanished in place like a throbbing halo:

"But I don't want to hear your blasphemy anymore!"

She attacked, but Tyrion took a step back, and when Wagri's figure appeared in front of him, the soul cage placed at his feet suddenly shattered, and the black pillar of light extended upwards from the ground, and before he was caught off guard, the shadow Vargri was locked in the cage of this pillar of light.

"Bang"

The war spear in her hand slammed into the black pillar of light, making a sound of steel resonating, but this was a special space, in the rift between the shadow realm and reality, and that sound could not be transmitted to reality at all.

Standing less than 2 meters away from the cage, Tyrion looked at Vagri in front of him with a gaze that looked at his prey, this creature undoubtedly had great strength, and what was even more tricky was her ability to cross the two realms at will, which meant that even if Tyrion could defeat her, he would not be able to catch her.

But now, in the cage constructed by the Soul Language, Vargri can't break free, this is a spell from Bonsandy, it is the same level of death as Hela, he has the power to crush from higher authority, of course, to maintain this clever trap in front of him, Tyrion needs to use his own soul to power, he doesn't have much time to waste.

"You have to be careful with the power of your anger."

The King of the Dark Blades looked at his new prisoner, his fingers tapping on the black pillar of light:

"Anger is like wildfire, it becomes pointless when it gets out of control, it can push you into very awkward situations, like the way it is..."

"Fanatic!"

Imprisoned in the soul cage, Vagri frantically attacked the black light prison in front of her with a war spear, she was very uncomfortable with the humiliation of being captured by mortals, she frantically attacked the cage in front of her, and every impact, it was like being smashed directly on the soul by a heavy weapon, the shock and sting made Tyrion frown.

"Quiet!"

The King of the Dark Blades roared, and a black flame smashed into Vagri's body in front of him with the wave of his fingers, and the black flame quickly attached to Vagri's body and began to burn, making her really feel pain, and in the dance of Tyrion's fingers, the black pillar of light also began to shrink rapidly, until finally, it turned into a black chain that bound Vagri's arms, legs, and body, trapping her to the ground.

Maybe in the eyes of Hela and Bonsandy, Tyrion's soul is not strong, but after being repeatedly nourished by the energy of death, he can certainly suppress the shadow Varri in front of him, not every Varri is strong enough to make the dead frightened, the one that comes in front of him is only Hela's messenger after all.

"Quiet, girl."

Vargri was taller than a human, she was trapped on the ground, nearly 3 meters tall, and Tyrion reached out to look up to place his fingers on her illusory but solid body.

The cold fingers went down the struggling Wagri's neck, and finally rested on her chest, very close to some sensitive positions, this almost humiliating gesture made the Vargri messenger in front of her very ashamed, she twisted her body, trying to shake Tyrion's fingers away from her, but just as she opened her mouth to scold, another black chain appeared, tying her mouth with her braided hair.

All she could do was let out a humiliated whimper.

"Oh, that's amazing."

Tyrion's fingers poked at Vargri's skin, feeling the slightly warm touch, and he whispered:

"I always thought that undead creatures like you don't have touch and emotions of your own, but now it seems that you can feel some... Such as humiliation, such as anger. ”

"You're a high-level Vargri, and although you're a little weaker, you're one of the first Vargri's creations by Odin himself, right?"

Tyrion's finger rested on Vagri's waist, and this action made the shadow in front of him struggle even more violently, and after a moment, Tyrion snapped back to his senses:

"By the way, you can't speak, it's... What a faux pas. ”

With that, his fingers flicked in the air, and the black chain that bound Wagri's mouth suddenly disappeared, and then an angry scream rang out in the rift between the two realms:

"Get your dirty hands away!"

"Don't touch me! Filthy mortals! ”

The pale braids that stretched out from behind Wagri's helmet flicked across her chest, representing her anger to the extreme, but the next moment, the long braid was grabbed by Tyrion, and he grabbed Vargri's braid in a brute gesture and pulled her head towards him.

The fingers with the armor were clasped around Wagri's neck, and the black soul fire danced in the fingertips, and in Wagri's ear, Tyrion said in a lover's voice:

"Recognize your situation, cutie... I may not be able to deal with Hela, but it's more than enough to deal with you. ”

"Bang"

The breastplate carved with ancient spells and intricate drawings was broken at this moment, and then thrown to the ground by Tyrion, the cold coming from her chest causing Vargri to scream again, and at this moment she no longer looked like a powerful shadow angel, but like a real girl.

"If you still can't calm down, then I'll continue."

Tyrion's cold fingers lingered on her chest for a moment, and finally rested on her heavy belt, a menacing gesture that stiffened Wagri's body, and finally, she nodded in humiliation.

This caused the Death Knight to stop his sadistic movements, and he took a step back, glanced at the shaking chest, and then fell on Wagri's face:

"I know that the first Wagri had their own name, so, what's your name?"

"Agasha... My name is Agassa. ”

The Shadow Angel was imprisoned in chains of her souls, and she tried to calm herself, but every time Tyrion's gaze shifted to her body, she felt like she was being whipped by a long, scorching whip, knowing that the necromancer in front of her could not really blaspheme her, but she still felt worried.

"Very good, pleasant conversation to start now."

Tyrion leaned back, and the moment he sat down, the surging energy of death formed a crystal clear seat of ice behind him, he crossed his legs, looked at Vagri Agasa in front of him, and asked:

"Have you seen Odin?"

Agatha nodded, and said in a hollow voice:

"I've seen it!"

"Well, tell me your story, I'm interested."

Tyrion looked at Vargri in front of him with interest, and the latter remained silent until Tyrion flicked his finger and threatened meaningfully:

"Are you sure you want to be silent? You know, Agasha, the night is still long, and if you prefer the previous way of communication, then we can take it slowly... Play! ”

Shadow Wagriagasa gritted her teeth, but eventually, she said in a lost voice:

"Tens of thousands of years ago, it was Odin who personally transformed us into the first Vagris, we were followers of Hela, the sea witch, we saw with our own eyes what that beast did to Hela, he forcibly stripped her soul and twisted her into Vagli, and on that day, Hela's screams spread throughout Varagar, and it was also on that day that we no longer believed in him, and we no longer believed in that hypocritical tyrant!"

"Hela is one of his most sincere followers, and he has said more than once that Hela is like his real daughter! But that father would do such a thing to his daughter? He's a madman! Just like you, you're all crazy! ”

"Crazy?"

Tyrion frowned and said:

"I'll be unhappy if you call me that, Agassa... You can call me Tyrion instead of some madman or something, and besides, I'd love to know why you're so weak that I can't defeat you, given that you're the original Wagri? ”

"Because the first Wagri only represents seniority, not our strength, genius!"

Agasa scoffed:

"It's not that the longer you live, the stronger you are, Odin created Vagri to channel the souls of mortal warriors to Valagarh, or use your legends, to Valhalla, we are just messengers who travel through the two realms, and messengers, do we need great power?"

"But as far as I know, Hela's Shadow Valkyrie is very strong, and even Bonsandy is very jealous of it, so why doesn't Hela give it to you if she can give those imitations so much power? Aren't you her most trusted subordinates? ”

Tyrion's words complicated Agassa's expression, and after a moment, she said in an eeriely calm voice:

"All this Bonsandy taught you? That troll's Grim Reaper... A conspirator hiding behind the shadows. ”

"You want to know why my strength is so weak? Very simple! ”

"Our birth carries a mission, and the Shadow Valkyries are pure war machines, the power of the original Wagri will not grow, it will not weaken, and as long as Valagar exists, we will never die... And I know what you're doing, I know what you want, but mortal, you really don't need to stir up trouble between us and Hela..."

"Hatred ruined her, and she lived to be the kind of person she ever hated the most..."