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The vast dead world seems to have no borders.

Every undead who first enters this undead kingdom will be shocked by the scene of the dead world. In the center of the once wilderness, the dark-edged undead have built a huge group of buildings here, just like a continuous extension to the surroundings. The city is generally, with the operation of the dead beacon of the eastern mainland, Kalimdor and Northrend, a continuous stream of undead are sent into this land every day.

Here is generally the same as this world, with its own order. Those undead sent to this place, whether they are humans, dwarves, elves, Vryks, or taurens or orcs, they will be stationed in a daze. The dark-bladed soldiers at the entrance of the dead world sent into the living city.

Until this time, these creatures living in different parts of the world can peep into the deepest hidden secrets in this world... The seemingly free present world has actually been ruled by the dark blade!

It is a pity that this is a secret that only the dead can know... and no one can bring this news back to this world.

The tree of reincarnation standing in the center of the city, under the nourishment of a large number of souls, the giant tree like a sky dome, but shining pale halo, is like a lighthouse dotted with countless lights, the light on that branch Between the halo and the disperse, there will always be souls that have been judged one after another, and will be sent back to the civilization of this world with a new life posture through some kind of connection between this tree and this world.

Life and death...This is the order of the dead world and the foundation of the world's prosperity and development. The continuous circulation of the soul will maintain the world's life quantity at a high level, and as the civilization becomes more prosperous, the number of souls will also More and more, this is a complementary relationship.

As long as the soul is not too badly damaged, it will regain its fresh senses after entering the dead world. This land is the land of grace for almost all undead...Every soul entering it can have this kind of " "Live", but not every soul can get what he wants.

Despite the large number of souls arriving in the dead realm every day, less than one in ten million lucky people can be allowed to retain memories and stay in the dead realm. Those who are useful to the development of the dead realm, they will Temporarily get rid of the cycle of life and death, and live in this dead world with a longevity gesture until the next round of reincarnation is opened, or they themselves are tired of this longevity and actively choose reincarnation.

In short, under the rule of the High Lord, this city of the dead world has been on the right track, and it has begun to explore its own forces beyond the vast territory of the dead world.

The territories under Tyrion’s rule have borders...According to a study by Darkblade a few years ago, the area of ​​the dead world is roughly equivalent to the entire eastern continent plus one third of Kalimdor’s area. But the territory outside this world is not a connected wilderness. It is probably because the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago spread too much destructive energy, which also affected the dead world that intersects with the present world.

It is divided into three parts at the overall level. At the micro level, each fragmented dead world appears fragmented. Like an island suspended in the sea of ​​death, it is difficult to connect into a whole continent. Terry The same is true of the dead world under the control of Ang. Outside this wilderness, there are many broken "islands", and each island is separated by the same liquid as the ocean.

But the good news is that after the reincarnation tree was planted, and after the rules of the dead world were replenished, these islands that were divided by external forces gradually also showed signs of reintegration, but that takes time...

"It can be predicted that at some point in the future, perhaps hundreds of years later, perhaps thousands of years later, this kingdom of undead will inevitably become prosperous again...not even worse than the civilization of this world. ."

In the pale sky of the dead world, Terion looked down at the city under the control of the dark blade, and at the orderly environment in the city, he said to the troll Death Bunsandi around him:

"Will you expect that future? The future after the fusion."

"No! I don't expect it!"

Bangsandi, who dressed himself in a "tide", shrugged his shoulders, and the skull-dotted decorations on his back shook in the air. This troll with a bone mask leaned on his quirky stick like a stick, He replied strangely:

"That's the perfect future you imagined, not mine...I never think about these weird things, but then again, are you really going to be a king in the shadow world? Just like Hella, claiming to be the Queen of Hades."

Bangsandi turned his head and, with his eyes under his bone mask, squinted at the peaceful Tyrion, he asked in a low voice:

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

"You and I know that Hella is a lunatic."

Tyrion shook the stick of mist in his hand, and he looked seriously at Bang Sandy:

"Do you think I am like a lunatic?"

After speaking, before waiting for Bang Sandy to answer, Tyrion raised his head with some interest, looking at the stars outside the cold clouds of the dead world, he said:

"You have been in your harem for so many years, haven't you ever looked up? Bangsandi, there are also stars here...There are too many things to pursue, so many scenery, so many Story...Why should you bind yourself to the earth and become an arrogant king in the mud?"

"I said a long time ago, Azeroth, this fantasy and magnificent world is just my starting point, far from the end point...well, the chat is over, let's start doing business!"

"Ah, are you finally going to do business?"

Bunsandi shook his cane in his hands, 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 harem and check it out, by the way. Business..."

As he spoke, a dark red door slowly opened in front of Tyrion’s eyes, and the troll Bengsandi turned sideways, making a “please” gesture with an elegant and funny gesture. Ryan was quiet, striding into the portal shrouded in the light of the blood moon with his staff, and at the next moment, he came to Bangsandi's Hades.

This is not the ruined Hades in the Blackstone Mountains, which was entered through spiritual connections, but in the Nazmir Marsh of the present world, but it is a genuine Hades in another continent of the dead world. The real kingdom of God.

But unexpectedly, the simplicity here was a bit overdone, and Terrion was a little surprised. He looked at the city in front of him like the golden dynasty in Zuldazar, built on the endless mountain range. He thought it would be more... gorgeous.

"That is, the illusion of the city of Dazarro?"

The Lord’s finger moved. He stood above the mountain range where he fell, looking at the mountain-built city in the distance. He looked at the nearby Bang Sandi. He asked softly:

"You restored the city here? Do you have such a deep feeling for it? This is not like you, Bang Sandy."

The troll Grim Reaper at this moment was not as nagging as before. He bent over slightly and stood beside Tyrion. He also looked at the city that was exactly the same as the current city of Dazarro. He said softly:

"The trolls are guessing, ah, where is the dead, the great, the cunning, the evil Bongsandi from?"

"In fact, like them, I am an ordinary troll born in the city of Dazaro. The only thing I am stronger than them is that my luck may be better. Such experiences remind me every moment. , I’m just an ordinary person, and I will... die, I’m actually a coward, Tyrion, I’m afraid of Hella’s madness, so I never intervene in souls other than trolls... like me Fear of your might, I will bow down here and offer you the dominance of this land."

The troll Reaper said in a joke, like a self-deprecating tone:

"I am actually an aspiring person. I have spent the whole life in the Zandalar Islands, using the seal of Odir as an excuse. In fact, I have always been very clear that I am just a lucky **** of death, me and you, also Hella is different..."

Bang Sandy's self-report silenced Tyrion for a moment, and the Lord Lord closed his eyes, feeling the slightly different spirit world wind between the Underworld and the Dead World. He whispered:

"This is a good thing, Bang Sandy, believe me, this is a good thing..."

"A fearful person can live longer, live better, live cautiously, and know the limits of his own abilities. This is a kind of luck. Being cautious and careful will not bring you the disaster of extinction. Those who shout to conquer fate , But there are actually a few talented and sparse people who can live to see the times change because of them? No... I'm wrong about you, Bang Sandy, maybe, you are a real wise man."

"Although sometimes, your jokes are not funny at all..."

There was a smile on the corner of the big lord's mouth. He took a deep breath and held out his hand towards Bang Sandy:

"So, give me! Those things I need... Since you have already made a decision, then, fulfill it!"

"Om"

One thing appeared in the hands of Bang Sandy, it was an elegant shape, very similar to the small crown like the king’s crown, embellished with purple velvet and gold wire-rimmed emblems, this heavy crown was inlaid with red on all sides The jewel of the jewel, the crown of the jewel shines under the halo in the shaking of the troll's finger.

"This is my "crown"."

Bangsandi smiled and said in a tone so horrible that he could scare people:

"I commissioned the old Garni to help me stolen the best and most beautiful crown from the treasure trove in the city of Dazaro, but I have never worn it because I don’t like this heavy thing, bring it It will make your neck sore, as terrible as putting the whole world on your head, but now, it’s yours, this important task, this world, this **** mission... Ah, I can finally Take a break and do something I always wanted to do."

After speaking, Bang Sandy's voice disappeared in place, so that Tyrion could not stop it, this bastard... didn't even say goodbye!

"It's rude!"

The Lord Lord snorted dissatisfiedly, but he could guess that this delicate inner troll Death probably didn't want to see the scene where his painstakingly built city was destroyed by Tyrion, he slipped ahead of time.

But Tirion is not the kind of person who burns the piano and cooks the crane. Since he has promised that Bang Sandy will not interfere with the life and death cycle of the troll, he will definitely do it.

"Uh"

The little ghost Yuna's figure scattered with holy light appeared on Tyrion's shoulder. The little ghost shook his head from side to side, looking at this place she had never been to, and the distant place built in the mountains. Above the troll city, Yuna looked over that city, and she could see many troll souls moving around in it, just like continuing to live her life in this dead place.

"Yuna, gift~"

The crown in Tyrion's hand was handed to Yuna. The little girl looked at this gorgeous and luxuriously decorated crown, and suddenly opened her eyes and exclaimed:

"Wow! What a beautiful hat!"

Speaking, the little monkey-like girl reached out and buckled the crown obliquely on her little head. This made Tyrion and Bangsandi feel a bit heavy crown, but it seemed to Yuna No weight is the same, she put the garland above her head on the slanted crown, and then stood on the ground, pretending to pose a few fun poses, and then looked at the side of the pool to see how she is now .

Finally, the little girl jumped proudly on Terion’s shoulder, she touched the slanted crown on her head, and then said to the lord:

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

"of course."

Tyrion shrugged, Yuna was part of his "crown", and after the girl put on Bonsandi's "crown", the land of the dead world and the Hades had begun to merge at some implicit level, maybe In a few decades, the two lands separated by the big bang will be reunited, and the scars left by the ancients will slowly disappear in this world.

By that time, a real order of death will be completely established, but still that sentence, this huge project will take time...

"Om"

A ray of light like Bonsandi's iconic blood moon halo wrapped around Tyrion's fingers, indicating that he also began to absorb the unique power of death in this land, and his power was stronger.

"Ok..."

The Lord Lord looked at the troll city established by the distant Bondi in the dead world, and he said softly:

"So, now there is only the last one left..."

"Hella, Underworld Abyss..."

"The era of the great fusion of Azeroth, the era I waited for so long, the era of the undead, finally opened..."

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