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In the depths of the Dead Sea of ​​the Underworld Abyss, on the turbid and cold wet reef, Tyrion hung up the spiritual link with Bang Sandy, and the wicked laugh of the old troll still echoed in his ears.

In front of him, in the endless black Dead Sea, Hella like an abyss beast was moving the crow-like wings behind her, her blue face was gloomy, and she was telling her request to the lord The two of them are still negotiating.

"Leave my world with your army, Tyrion!"

Hella's pale eyes shone with disgust and hatred. She said in her sharp voice:

"We haven't made any mistakes since the beginning! Me and you are not enemies!"

"Um...you just said, what are we not?"

When the Lord Lord heard this, he suddenly showed a doubtful expression. He looked like a stranger, looking at Hella in front of him, he asked:

"If I remember correctly, you first sent Agatha to threaten me, let me join your camp and become a cannon fodder in the war between you and Odin. Of course, at that time I was still very weak. The judgment of Li is also understandable, and I don’t blame you.”

"But after I worked hard to kill Archimonde, how did you and Bang Sandy treat me?"

Tyrion extended a finger and pointed to his forehead:

"You tried to **** my loot, and you tried to kill me, Hella... Is this behavior in your eyes not considered hostile?"

"That was just an accident."

Hella snorted. The giant Siren moved her tentacles and rolled up the Dead Sea in waves. She held her arms and looked at Tyrion in front of her. She said sharply:

"That's wrong with me, but you contacted me and grabbed my 11 Shadow Wagris, and I didn't have any trouble with you, did I? I thought there was a tacit agreement between us."

"Except for Agatha, the remaining 10 are all self-investing!"

Tyrion's tone became unhealthy. The Lord Lord moved his fingers. He said in a deep voice:

"You sent Anhaild to try to collude with the Lich King and put me to death... If it wasn't for me to prepare in advance, maybe I'm already a dead bone, come on, Hella, let alone these meaningless Now!"

"Keng"

The black ash messenger jumped into the hands of the high lord, and then hit the surface of the black reef. In the sparks, Tyrion's voice became somber:

"My legion has completely suppressed your army! Your crowd of people is blocked by my warriors on the brink of this world! Your two pets are about to die! And you are not my opponent at all! Admit it, you lose, Hella! You have no way to make a comeback!"

"You have to face the situation you are facing now...and make a wise judgment!"

A light flashed in Tyrion’s ice-blue eyes. He said:

"Bon Sandy and I made a small "deal", he still retains the authority of the troll Grim Reaper, and I will not interfere in his affairs, Hella, hand over your "crown", and I will do the same Treat you well!"

"You will become the death of all Vrykul and human subspecies, you will continue to have the abyss of hell, you can continue to fight against Odin, and even I will help you complete your revenge..."

"Oh, that sounds great!"

Before Tyrion's words were finished, he was interrupted by the screams of Hella's yin and yang, and the underworld banshee spread her hands like a funny clown. She shouted with her throat:

"Then my majesty, what do I need to do to get your favor? Maybe I should put down my arms and ask for your forgiveness...so that after losing everything, I can get the two you threw me. Bone, maybe I need to beg your pity."

"No, you don't need it!"

The lord held a black epee with both hands. He said seriously and seriously:

"You just need to bow your head in front of me, confess my dominance over the abyss of the underworld, let the three hells be completely united, no longer wantonly intervene in the reincarnation of the soul, and rebalance the life and death of this world, nothing more!"

"That's all?"

The Lord’s frank speech made Hella irritated. The Queen of Hell was never known for her wisdom and calmness. Between her violent heartbeats, the whole calm sea of ​​the Dead Sea became chaotic and agitated again. In the rolling and roaring of the black sea water, the death of the underworld shouted loudly:

"You have to take everything from me! You have to take everything from me! How can you say such a shamelessly frankly!"

"Wow"

In the vortex and storm of the Dead Sea that became extremely violent, between the dripping acid rain, Hella’s thirteen tentacles were between her anger, like thirteen black and blue war spears, tearing The icy cold sea, mixed with endless waves rolling, hit the lord on the rock fiercely.

"I was born again from the painful abyss of betrayal and distortion, and I want to avenge the evil **** at the end of the sky! Don't try to stop it!"

"I am the **** of death! I am the end of all things! You gloomy monster, you don't want to...stop me!"

In the face of the thirteen fierce flesh tentacles that screamed at him, and in the face of the crazy and furious Hella, Tyrion shook his head in disappointment. Between the storms, he placed him on the desire The dead tentacles extended their fingers, he said:

"You are just an incompetent who can't even avenge...Hella."

"Just like you can't stop Odin from twisting you...how can you stop me and hurt you?"

Tyrion’s fingers are like a flag in the rain, bending gently downward at this moment, and this is like a signal, just before Hella’s attack touches Tyrion, on the other side of the abyss of the underworld , In the valley of the Hill of Pain that hides the endless ghosts, those pale seeds thrown into the spring of souls by Bunsandi, those little things like white gems lying quietly in the cold soul pool water, in Was awakened at this moment.

"Click"

There was a faint whisper, and the shells surrounding the pale seeds were crushed by strange powers, like white floating floes flowing in the black pool water, and far away under the tree of reincarnation in the dark blade city of the dead world, death Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, the gardener in a black robe and on his cane, stood beneath the towering pale white tree.

He felt the call of the high lord, he raised his hand, and under the control of the big druid, he belonged to the tree of reincarnation that manifested the rules of the dead world. This pale, endless fluorescent giant tree projected his power to Among those distant seeds.

"Wow"

It's like a fish jumping out of the water, the seeds that burst out of the shell grow rapidly, and the white root system is rooted in the purest ground of the underworld and the flowing water, like a connected node, using them as themselves The beacon of rules extends the power of the dead world to this strange land. However, this land with different rules does not welcome them.

"boom"

Like a blast deep underground, the ridge of the Hill of Pain gave a low moan. This muddy ground was slowly torn apart in the fierce conflict between the two energies flowing underground, Tyrion did not gain control of the Underworld Abyss. The rules he set were not accepted by the land, and the result of the forced implantation was...

The development of all things in the world is based on perfect rules, just like a castle built on the beach. Once the grassroots are washed away by the running water, the entire castle will collapse.

Indeed, there are only a few insignificant seeds, and then the power contained in them is like the most terrible poison for this land, but where the pale halo goes, the water runs dry, The earth was cracking, the rocks were weathering, and the souls were drying up, like a disaster for the end.

And this...just a warning!

"puff"

The pain of this land directly acts on the body of Hella, which is connected to the soul, so that the fierce Queen of Hell in the Dead Sea ejects a plume of dark green blood, which boils as if it was boiled, Falling into the Dead Sea, it even emits white gas like magma falling into the water.

She felt the bitter pain, she saw the land that was completely killed by the conflict of the two rules, she saw the destroyed hill of pain, and between the ruins of the mountain, she saw the piece of The completely annihilated land is like a bite from an invisible giant, the original ridge has completely disappeared, and between the remaining chaos, the cold water of the Dead Sea is rolling into the dead depression of the land Among.

"You! What did you do?"

Hella was staring at Tyrion with a sword. In the water around the black reef where he was, there were strangled tentacles struggling. Under Hella’s question, Tyrion was from A pale seed was taken out of his pocket and tossed in his hand. He said softly:

"You know, Hella, there are two ways to unify this divided world."

"The first kind is that I stand here and have a good talk with you, and finally you accept my proposal in full."

"The second kind is more brutal. I erase the **** you have and destroy it completely. When there are only two hells left in the world, it will be unified as well! Yes, I really can’t solve all the problems, but As long as the person who caused the problem is solved, the problem is not a problem. Do you understand what I mean?"

The pale seed was suspended in the palm of the high lord, and Tyraine looked up and looked at Hella clearly:

"So, I asked one last time, do you choose to talk! Or choose to die?"

"Your tree will also die! Everything you build painfully will collapse together!"

Hella's face was pale, and the consequences of her rules being shattered and destroyed were more serious than she thought, but she was still reluctant to admit defeat, she screamed fiercely:

"If you want to ruin my underworld, just exchange your dead world! Don't think of threatening me, Tyrion, if you can accept this result of losing both sides, why can't I!"

"Both lose both sides? No no no!"

Lord Lord stretched out a finger and shook it reluctantly in Hella:

"I have more territories than you, Hella, and I have more creatures under your control... so there will be no loss of both sides, and there will be only one result! You die, I live..."

"As for my tree, don’t worry! I invited a great gardener. He is a druid. He is very good at planting trees. Before I came, I consulted him. He told me that the worst The result is that the underworld is destroyed, and my reincarnation tree is dying. What if it dies?"

Tyrion spread his hands and said gently:

"The night elves are going to plant a second world tree in the misty sea. You see, I can get the first one, and I will naturally get the second one!"

"I can easily kill you in this way, and what I have lost is only trivial time! Hundreds of years, thousands of years, please! Does time make sense for our existence?"

The high lord stretched his hand and flicked the dust on his body. He slowly raised his head and looked at Hella in front of him:

"I can afford it, and I can afford it, how about you?"

"I can't kill you. You are your biggest support, but now, the situation is reversed, baby, if you don't want to die like this, then it's your choice..."

"Listen to me, maybe you want to kill me with a wave of counterattacks, but before that, I hope you think about it...think about Odin, think about what he did to you, mine Baby...If I were you, I wouldn’t choose to commit suicide to make that **** live so comfortably, don’t you hate him? Don’t you want to tear him up?”

"Think about the pain you have suffered, the kind of heart betrayal! My goodness! Does this need to hesitate? Is it still hesitant?"

Tyrion stretched his hand towards the sea. He was like coaxing a child. He said softly:

"Come on, Hella, let us... complete your revenge!"

"After that, I will arrange for you a bright future, an upright future, a future that everyone will like... I never lie, you know."

Looking at Tyraon's outstretched hand, Hella, who immersed her body in the sea, was at a loss.

Indeed, being unable to be killed is her greatest reliance, but Tyrion’s “Warning” has proved that he is indeed capable of destroying the Underworld, and judging from what the Lord Lord has done in the past, he really... Can do it!

Hella didn’t dare to bet that Tyrion was crazy enough, because Hella still had regrets in her heart...Her hate, her pain, and the grievances of those tens of thousands of years, she couldn’t forgive Odin that way. Before Odin paid the price, she couldn't die so easily, she still had something to do! That is more important than her existence itself!

She was shaken...

A grim reaper shook in the face of death within reach.

But this is not to blame her, who can not be shaken in the face of such a real and cold death?

She looked at Tyrion’s outstretched hand, and she could feel Tyrion’s sincerity and kindness, but there was a voice in her heart that prevented her from bowing, and that voice was roaring at her: Fool! You have been abandoned once! You have realized the shame and pain of being betrayed! The person you once regarded as a father ruined you personally! Do I have to be a second time? Should I fall on the same stone twice?

Look at him! Look at him! He is the second Odin! He is colder than Odin! He will abandon you, no doubt, like abandoning a meaningless garbage! He will hurt you! Don't believe him! kill him! kill him!

Or be killed by him and let it all end.

Hella's hesitation, the confusion in her eyes, the rare hesitation, did not hide the eyes of the high lord, Tyrion probably could guess why Hella was hesitating, he coughed, he said:

"Odin chose to ruin you because of your disobedience. I don't know why he did such cruel behavior, maybe to maintain his majesty, maybe to do something else, but..."

"Hella, I will not abandon you! I am not the same as Odin. I will never abandon any fellow comrades in the company. I will never hurt my true friend. You don’t believe it. It doesn’t matter. You just need to give me one. Chance, I will prove it to you."

The lord sighed with relief. He looked at the underworld banshee. He said:

"No more loneliness anymore, Hella, are you willing to be my...friend?"

"Uh"

The water of the Dead Sea around Hella calmed down strangely at this moment, and even the gloomy smoke flying away disappeared without a trace. The Queen of Hell released a simple horn from her waist. She looked at the pale She raised her head and looked directly at Tyrion’s eyes, she asked awkwardly:

"Are you sure, won't you... betray me? Not like Odin...abandon me..."

Hearing this problem, a smile appeared on the corner of the big lord’s mouth, and he nodded:

"Look, it feels weird when a woman says something like this to a man. In order not to anger my wife, I can't answer you in words, so please..."

"Give me some time, let me prove it with action."

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