Tyrion has said to his subordinates more than once that the premise of cooperation is sacrifice, and only sacrifice can bring mutual trust and cooperation between the two parties, and this sacrifice can be material, giving each other precious exchanges; It can also be spiritual, compromising one's own views to achieve a state of seeking common ground while reserving differences.

But it's important to make sure that when looking for cooperation, you have to make sure that what you give is what the other person needs... Otherwise, it will evolve into a dilemma at this time.

The Lich King mobilized his vast soul power and the cold magic of the entire black spire to trap the dizzy Vagris who had been smashed by the heavy energy in the storm of energy, and the Lord of the Dark Blade suddenly got up and flashed into the energy storm in front of him like lightning.

He took a moment to stab the long sword wrapped in black fire in his hand into the chest of one Varri after another, like the god of death in the new court who was walking to harvest souls.

His cooperation with the Lich King is seamless, those Vagris didn't expect that the Lich King, who had just helped them, would sell them clean in a blink of an eye, this kind of betrayal of cooperation no one could have imagined, they couldn't imagine why the Lich King chose to cooperate with Tyrion, and they wouldn't know the "stories" that had happened between the two.

And the only shadow Valkyrie who could break free from this double blow Anhald screamed to save her companions, but in Tyrion's low laughter, her companions "died" faster than she imagined, and became the leader of Wagri, proving that Anhald had her own decision, and seeing that everything was about to fall apart, the Valkyrie gritted her teeth and forcibly tore open the barriers between the two worlds.

However, at the moment when she jumped into the shadow realm, Agatha, who had already been in ambush, screamed, flew up with a kick, kicked her in the chest, and kicked Anhalde, who was caught off guard, back into the real world, and fell into the energy storm again, her uncontrollable body, when she felt the cold aura quickly approaching, she wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

"Poof"

The sharp blade pierced Anhald's chest from behind, and the last of the foes were captured, causing the Lich King to stop the storm of energy in the air.

In a very ambiguous position, Anhalde was held in Tyrion's arms and slowly landed on the circular platform, and at the moment when her soul's vision began to blur, she heard the exchange between Tyrion and the Lich King:

"Nao Zu, happy cooperation..."

"It's a pleasure to work with... Tyrion... My old friend. ”

"Bell"

Anhalde's funeral spear fell weakly on the ice, and she looked up with difficulty to see her companions, and in her blurred vision, the black wings behind their backs had reverted back to the pale symbol of freedom, and they, one by one, half-knelt behind Tyrion, as if they were kneeling down to them... New Boss.

"Ah, Hela... I... I'm finally... It's time to be free. ”

"Curse you!"

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This isn't the first time that Tyrion has shattered Shadowwagri's connection to the Abyss of Hell.

This work requires a very delicate technique to do at the beginning, and any movement at the soul level needs to be very delicate, and once the soul core of the Vagri's soul is destroyed, the spirit bodies of these Valkyries will become very unstable.

After all, they were made by the original Titan Guardians, and the essence of these spirits is inexplicable by today's magical civilization, in other words, each Vagri is a fine toy, and it will be difficult to repair it if it is broken, unless Tyrion can obtain the mysterious knowledge that Guardian Odin has hidden in the Sky Fortress Valagall.

But no matter how complicated the work is, it is also a rebirth and two repetitions, and in less than ten minutes, the soul locks of the 7 Vagri except for Ann Halder have been shattered, and according to Agatha, Ann Halder was the most trusted lieutenant of Hela, the eldest sister of the sea witch, hundreds of thousands of years ago, so the soul locks in the soul of this powerful Shadow Valkyrie leader need more time for Tyrion to unravel.

"Go, take your compatriots back to Stormwind first..."

Tyrion looked at Agasa, who was holding the sleeping Anhalde in a princess hug, and said to his own Vagli:

"Let Annala heal her, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Thank you for everything you have done for my fellow citizens..."

Agasa expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Tyrion, although Tyrion no longer needed to use the soul contract to unlock the soul locks of the Vargri, but this was still a heavy burden for the High Lord.

Tyrion patted her on the shoulder, then carried the chain-wrapped wooden box as he watched the Vargris step into the Shadow Realm.

Behind him, the Lich King, sealed in ice, whispered:

"It's amazing, look at these Vagli, pure soul creatures... It's just like me, but they still have something that I don't have, freedom... What an enviable form. ”

"Bang"

The wooden box in Tyrion's hand was dotted on the ice, and he looked at the Lich King's ice, and said:

"But what use do you want it? Freely... Freedom is nothing but an illusion that hinders our steps! ”

"Bang"

The wooden box in Tyrion's hand shattered suddenly, and the dark blue frost sorrow suspended in the air in front of the two of them, Tyrion looked at the sword, and he said in a deep voice:

"Arthas, you want him to get this sword, you want him to be your carrier, so that you can regain your "freedom"... Tell me, Naozu, has the orc who was willing to step into hell completely depraved? Does just killing an Akmund make you feel satisfied? ”

The Lich King fell silent in the face of Tyrion's questioning, and after a few seconds, the spectre frozen in the ice let out a low sigh.

"No, I'm not satisfied..."

"Look at me now, Tyrion, I'm a ghostless ghost, living in the ice that imprisons me and protects me, my will can cross every corner of the world, but what's the point?"

"My existence has been erased from every level, there is no longer an orc named Neozu, no more shaman willing to give everything for the revival of the race, no more... What's the use of me being free? Tyrion, I chose Arthas only because he's perfect for holding Frostmourn, and that's it, Frostmourn needs a sword-wielder! ”

"And I, I have never forgotten your agreement, I am satisfied with the death of Akmund, and I look forward to the end of the fraudster... And I know that you won't let me down. ”

The Lich King's voice was low, and the Great Lord of the Darkblade closed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he nodded.

"Yes, that's why I'm here, my friend. But Arthas, and the young men, I will not allow you to look for sword-bearers among them, who occupy a very important place in my plans. ”

"That's an overkill!"

The Lich King's voice grew a little more irritable, but he soon calmed down, and between the blocks of ice, the ghost was observing Tyrion from his own perspective, and he spoke:

"But, it's not non-negotiable... Tell us about your plan, about the traps of fraudsters. ”

A glint flashed in Tyrion's narrowed eyes, and he rubbed his chin and whispered:

"Have you seen Tikdios? The Dreadlord who was sent back here to recuperate. ”

"Of course, I'm still wondering why that idiot isn't dead yet?"

With a hint of hatred, Naozu said:

"It was sent back with only a small half life left, and I don't believe it could escape the light you used to kill Akmund, so there's only one explanation, someone is secretly helping it, and... And I also found a little weird, in the soul of the Dreadlord of Horror, I felt a trace of incongruity, as if... It was as if in its soul there was a parasite. ”

"Huh? What did you say? ”

Tyrion's expression changed for a moment, and then he heard the Lich King reply hesitantly:

"Oh, maybe it was just my hallucination, I could still feel it when it was first sent back, but after a few days, the incongruity slowly faded away, and by the day it returned to the stars, its soul seemed to be completely restored, and it had become that disgusting gesture again."

"That's good."

Hearing the Lich King say this, Tyrion relieved his heart, the soul strength of this ghost in front of him is almost the most powerful group in Azeroth, plus the soul of Neozu has been transformed by the hands of the fraudster, if Neozu can't see the change in Tikdios's soul, it means that something implanted in the soul of the Dreadlord will not be so easy to detect.

"I'm talking about the Dreadlords, they're cheaters' doglegs, and I've used some "special" methods to get some important news to the Dreadlords, and they're now all over the world looking for something important to the Dark Titans, and once they find them, the cheaters won't sit idly by. ”

In a deep tone, Tyrion described his plan to the Lich King:

"He'll come to Azeroth himself to oversee the Dreadlords' search for holy relics, those things are important, so he won't pretend to be a human being, and once he enters this world... Under the threat of the Dark Blade, he will inevitably rely on you, and don't forget, with our joint efforts, the current Scourge Legion is still "loyal" to the Burning Legion..."

"You're going to lead him into the trap I've prepared for him with your own hands, Naozu, such revenge, the pleasure of stabbing a fraudster in the back, the pleasure of seeing him fall into the endless abyss... I promise you, Naozu, my friend, that you will be able to accomplish the vengeance you desire, that you will see the fraudster fall to his knees begging for mercy, and that I know that you will cruelly refuse him! ”

Tyrion's voice was full of ferocity and cunning, like a real villain, he walked to the front of the Frozen Throne, stretched out his hand, put his hand on the cold ice, he looked at the empty armor in the ice, he whispered:

"Now, the only thing I can't be sure of is... Are you the kind of Avenger I need? Naozu, are you? ”

Silent... There was a long silence.

A few minutes later, a long sigh rang out from the open-air throne, and Naozu's voice echoed in the bone-chilling wind:

"Ah, I wish I could have pierced the Frost Sorrow into the heart of the fraudster... That's my lifelong wish, but alas... It's a pity that I can't do it anymore. ”

"Tyrion, my friend, will all of this really come true?"

"Of course!"

The High Lord clasped his fingers and tapped them on the cold ice a few times, and he said in a deep voice:

"I promise! You can see with both eyes, my friend, and, have I ever let you down? ”

"I need you now to take all your hatred, all the past, all the humiliations, all the pains, all that has been taken away from you by the fraudsters, I need you to bury them, to bury them in the deepest part of your heart, I want you to be patient, I want you to be the most loyal servant of the fraudsters, until that day, I will give you the opportunity to release them all!"

"You just have to remember that our goal is the same, although the path we are walking is not clear, but it is only the same path, there are many heroes who are on the same path as you, cowardly mortals cannot understand our sacrifice, but it doesn't matter, we ourselves will know that my cause, all this, those sacrifices, is worth it."

"Wait, understand?"

Tyrion stood up, he shook the restless Apocalypse in his hand, the sword desperately wanted to see its "brother" again after breaking through its own shackles with the help of Akmund's soul, and now, before Frost Sorrow hovered over the Ice Throne, Apocalypse had been humming restlessly, as if demonstrating to Frost Sorrow.

But Frost Sorrow was silent, just suspended in the cold air, slowly spinning, without saying a word...

Uh, the sword itself doesn't speak... It's not as noisy as the apocalypse.

"I'm leaving, Naozu, old friend, maybe we won't see each other again for a long time."

Tyrion turned around, and in the midst of the black fire, the strange bone sword apocalypse disappeared from his hand, and he said without looking back:

"Help me keep an eye on the storm cliffs, and let me know if there's any news as soon as possible... I look forward to seeing each other next time..."

"Goodbye..."

Tyrion's figure vanished into the large platform at the top of the black spire, and in the air behind him, a dark and cold wind and snow slowly drifted down from the dark sky again, as if it was about to cover the platform in endless snow.

Frost Sorrow slowly hovered in front of the throne, and the Lich King's invisible soul was like a hand, brushing through the cold blade of the sword.

"Should we trust him? Frost Sorrow? ”

"I know... You want to have a sword-wielding man, and you are not willing to be compared to your "brother", I know... Hold your horses... Don't worry, I'll find you a good host... I swear..."