This special wooden coffin is not an ordinary thing.

It is made from the remains of the Tree of Life. After absorbing the magic power of the Sun Well, the Tree of Life took root and sprouted. Its trunk is covered with stagnant magic power, which can effectively prevent the soul from escaping. Therefore, in this wooden coffin

When it was made, Tyrion gave it a particularly nice name... Soul Gathering Coffin.

As for the core of the Tree of Life, the "seed" formed after the second growth of the Source of Life, has been secretly sent to the Blighted Realm of Kul Tiras, where it will be planted and then spend several years

It takes time to grow again, so that it can completely coexist with the Emerald Dream that was cut off from the Blighted Realm.

It will become a holy place for the Wither Druids, and it may also become the second holy place for the Night Elf Druids besides the Emerald Dream. Of course, that is the future, and no one knows what will happen in the future.

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When Tyrion lay down in this soul-gathering coffin, he had to perform a special, long, and dangerous "ritual".

To be precise, it is a ritual that quickly enhances the soul power of the Dark Blade King.

According to his original plan, he would turn his head to pursue clues to the mysterious Realm of Death after the Northern Territory was completely settled. However, in the face of the joint suppression of Bwonsamdi and Hela, Tyrion had no choice but to

He entered the Realm of Death not in advance and in an irregular way, which resulted in him being "seen" by the Realm of Death.

The voice that has been ringing in his mind represents the call of the Realm of Death to him. In other words, Tyrion has to advance the action of exploring the Realm of Death, and to enter that world of opposition in this world, a strong soul is necessary.

The basic conditions are that only a strong soul will not be quickly eroded by the power of that world after entering the world of death through the rift in the world.

This is the reason why the Soul Gathering Coffin appears here. To increase the power, there must be materials for transformation and a medium for transformation. Fortunately, Tyrion has both of these things.

"Apocalypse, my loyal weapon, you won't take this opportunity to kill your master here, right?"

Tyrion asked spiritually, and the blackfire sword inserted in the soul coffin made a strange buzzing sound.

"This is not easy to say, my dear "master"..."

Apocalypse's villainous voice sounded in Tyrion's mind:

"You and I are soul-connected, so naturally I won't take the initiative to hurt you, but if you can't bear the pain and pressure of soul transformation and turn into a fool under the impact, then you can't blame me."

"Especially, the transformation material you chose is the broken soul of Archimonde the Polluter... That is a material that is one level higher than your current power. It is difficult to say whether his will will assimilate you.

Turn you into an idiot with a brain full of muscles."

"Haha, that's an issue I need to pay attention to...I won't bother you."

Tyrion responded disdainfully:

"Just do your own thing well, Apocalypse, I'm curious about what form you will take after you complete your self-improvement... I personally prefer low-key and luxurious straight-edged swords. What do you think?

Woolen cloth?"

"Oh, that's definitely not what you want... don't worry, I can guarantee it."

Apocalypse sounded in Tyrion's mind with a laughter full of malice. The black flames wrapped around its sword began to spread slowly, swallowing the endless layer of black mist into it, and then used it to communicate with Tyrion.

The soul mark of the great devil was used to transform the bitten soul of the great demon into the purest soul power bit by bit, and then poured into Tyrion's soul.

But both Tyrion and Apocalypse seemed weaker when facing Archimonde's soul, so the transformation of the soul's power was very slow and obscure.

The feeling of a stream of soul power extending on one's own soul, the pain of reshaping the soul's form, is like breaking the soul apart bit by bit, then mixing in some other things, and then reshaping it into a new form.

There is no need to say more about the pain of this process, but for Tyrion, the pain is barely bearable. The body strengthened by the fruit of the tree of life also has enough space to carry the soul that expands little by little.

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"you say..."

Amidst the vaguely audible roar of the Defiler, Tyrion suddenly asked:

“After this ritual is over, will there be some weird magic marks on my body, will my eyes go blind, and will I grow devil’s horns and be able to transform into a devil to fight?

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"Haha... you are talking about demon hunters, right? I have seen those lunatics who would do anything for power. Ten thousand years ago, I killed a few... I have to say, do you want to

That’s a little too much, my childish “master”.”

In the deep darkness, Apocalypse's vicious ridicule came again:

"You will not become a demon hunter. Although in my opinion, you have a very good hunting talent, but... the moment death comes, you have already embarked on a completely different path."

"Oh? Really? That's such a pity..."

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"Wow, wow"

Valkyr'agatha holds a war spear, like a sculpture of a Valkyrie, guarding in front of the dark Soul Coffin.

As a Val'kyr connected to Tyrion's soul, she could not feel Tyrion's pain, but she could feel that as time passed, Tyrion's soul was indeed getting stronger bit by bit.

Although judging from this speed, it will take at least dozens of days of continuous transformation to reach the point where you can safely enter the realm of death, but this is actually a good sign.

But in the corner that Val'kyr didn't notice, in the endlessly fluttering shadows, a small figure suddenly flashed past. Her appearance and disappearance happened quietly.

It was so fast that Agatha didn't notice it.

Val'kyr just felt the roiling waves of darkness. She turned around suddenly and looked at the fluttering darkness. Agatha's eyes widened and she used Val'kyr's unique vision to look at everything, but found nothing.

"Strange, could it be that I'm dazzled?"

Agatha looked around to make sure that there would be no other existence in the darkness except herself and the Soul-Gathering Casket, but she still felt something strange. She muttered something to herself, and then continued

Standing like a sculpture, he looked warily at the entrance to the underground hall.

Where Agatha did not see it, the little figure was hiding in a dark corner. She seemed to be covering her mouth with both hands and walking quietly in the dark, as if she was afraid of being discovered by Agatha.

The target of her progress was the Soul-Gathering Coffin, which was guarded by Agatha behind her and emitted a black luster in the darkness.

To be precise, it's the guy in the Soul Gathering Coffin.

This weird little guy came to thank Tyrion, because her parents told her that she must be a polite child. The big brother helped her, so she had to thank him personally.

But the pace of this little guy walking in the dark was very strange. She didn't seem to use her eyes to determine her direction. She was like a blind person groping in the dark, relying on Tyrion's breath to get closer little by little.

The tall soul-gathering coffin.

"Bang"

Her little head hit the corner of the soul-gathering coffin, causing the little man to sit on the ground. She held her head in the dark, as if the bump just now caused her great pain.

But what's even more strange is that Vagliagatha, who has raised his vigilance to the highest level, still hasn't noticed the existence of this little man behind him.

The little man rubbed his sore head and slowly got up from the ground. She looked around. After finding that there was no ladder, the little man reached out in frustration and grabbed the uneven wood on the surface of the soul-gathering coffin.

Go up, and then crawl up bit by bit with great effort.

The soul-gathering coffin made by Tyrion was as tall as two adults. For a small person, this thing was like an insurmountable peak. It took her more than ten minutes to clumsily climb to the top of the coffin.

On the lid of the soul coffin,

But seeing the tightly closed soul coffin, the little man scratched his head and searched repeatedly under his feet, but could not find a way into it. This made the little man very frustrated. She sat down on the surface of the soul coffin.

, she hugged her arms tightly, but felt a little aggrieved. Finally, she stood up, made a face at Agatha in front of her, and then disappeared silently into the fluttering shadows.

Probably no one knows what happened in the dark except this little man himself...

Fifteen minutes later, Tyrion's transformation ceremony on the first day was declared complete. The moment Val'kyr opened the soul-gathering coffin, another strange fluctuation flashed in the shadow between the two.

But neither the Val'kyr nor the tired Tyrion noticed this disturbance...until Tyrion returned to his mansion and slowly entered the dormant state of the undead under the influence of the strange incense.

For a moment, the Dark Blade King suddenly heard laughter coming from behind.

That laughter was as joyful as a child's. He was very familiar with this kind of sound, because his precious daughter Dornan would also laugh like this when she was having fun... It was like being blown by the wind.

Like the moving wind chimes, the laughter of the draenei children is very beautiful.

But in this case, the laughter was so sudden that the Dark Blade King subconsciously stood up and looked back at the shadow behind him. It was not empty there. He saw it...

I saw the little girl with blue light, wearing a skirt and vest, with messy hair.

That should be a weird ghost that can escape Tyrion's sense of the undead!

"Child, who are you?"

Tyrion looked warily at the little girl who suddenly appeared behind him. Although the latter was as cute as his own daughter, the Dark Blade King did not relax his vigilance because the surrounding situation at this time was a little too weird.

It was so quiet...so quiet that there wasn't even a sound.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Facing Tyrion's question, the ghost child let out a series of screams. She took a step back in fear, raised her head timidly, and looked ahead blankly:

"Can you see me? Can you hear me?"

"Um?"

Tyrion noticed the dullness in the ghost child's eyes, which was completely different from the tone of her voice. In other words... this child was blind. She couldn't see everything in front of her and could only identify Tyrion's voice from her voice.

exist.

"Friend, can you hear me?"

"It's so dark around here, I can't see you..."

As he spoke, this weird little ghost stretched out his hand and groped forward like a blind man. Looking at her staggering steps, a strange emotion arose in Tyrion's heart. He did not speak, but sat cross-legged.
To be continued...