On the way to the death realm, Thrall asked while observing this place that the living could not imagine:

"I have also collected rumors about High Lord Tyrion, but among those rumors, there seems to be no presence of you three swordsmen. Who are you? I feel that you are not ordinary beings."

This question made the red-armored warrior with demon wings guarding Thrall's soul let out a slightly low laugh. He answered in a hazy, hoarse voice:

"My name is Tianqi."

"This iceberg beauty is called Frostmourne. You can call her "Frost"."

"The silent cool guy in front, his name is Ashbringer, he likes to be called "Lord Ashes" by others. Now, do you understand?"

"You! You are the three unimaginable weapons of High Lord Tyrion."

Sal's eyes widened immediately. The shaman observed the three swordsmen carefully and said:

"I have never heard of any magic that can make a weapon take this form. Even the most advanced enchantment magic can't do it. How on earth could he do it?"

"Your Excellency is the master of all souls. As weapons, we also have souls. In the gathering, dispersion and repair of pure death, we gain free bodies. Isn't this a normal thing?"

Iceberg Beauty Frost, also known as Frostmourne, lowered her head and looked at Thrall with her cold eyes. She whispered:

"If you continue to be strong, if you go all the way up on the road of soul, and then break through the limitations, then in the end, your Doomhammer will have the same form as ours. This is the fate of all legendary weapons, the real

, the final destination.”

The moment Shuang's words fell, the swordsman Ashes who was walking at the front stopped. He turned sideways and made way for Sal. In front of Sal's eyes, the fog suddenly dissipated, and a lonely castle appeared.

Already.

"Go ahead, Sal."
Chapter completed!