Although the Abyss of Hell may seem like a bad place, it is actually a bad place, but it does not mean that there are no good things in this underworld.

On the edge of the eternal battlefield that has been recleaned, in those hidden valleys, there are many springs guarded by elemental creatures, the water of which is a clear black, refreshing cold, more viscous than ordinary water, but without the slightest feeling of turbidity or darkness, these springs contain the purest soul power, and in the past years, it has been one of the most important supplies for Hela's elite legions.

The Fountain of Souls, a strange thing that can effectively repair the damage of the soul, is also the most precious resource of the Abyss of Hell.

"Hmm"

With a whisper like waking up, between the fluctuations of the water of the soul spring, a perfect, white jade-like body rose from the spring, wet hair clinging to the cold, bumpy skin, accompanied by the shaking of long burgundy hair, water droplets rained on the surface of the shaking spring, and after a few breaths, the Death Lord of the Darkblade Legion opened his eyes.

Myra, who was standing aside, immediately presented her wife with a loose robe and gently wiped her long wet hair. Lord Scar is like being immersed in another sense, she's like a marionette, like she's been cursed by some kind of curse, like she's lost her soul, and even those eyes don't have the flexibility and cunning they once had.

But in essence, this is not the case.

Her missing soul was filled.

In the black water of this soul spring, nourished by the power of the soul, the pain paid for crossing death, the fragments that represented personality, will, and emotions returned to the original body, making the world in her eyes come alive again after several years of death, like a black and white painting, and after a long wait, it was finally stained with colored traces.

The whole world became clear, as if the barrier between self and reality had finally been broken, and she no longer needed to observe the world through a layer of cold gauze.

But the indifference that belongs to the essence of the undead is restraining these too vivid emotions, like some invisible chains, binding this complete will and emotion, and maintaining them to a degree that can be accepted by the undead, which is a kind of protection of the undead will, life and death are a door, and they have stepped into it, so the scenery outside the door is destined to be only appreciated, but not intervened.

As a deceased, driven by a complete personality and emotions, it is easy to try to continue to play the role when he was still alive, but the world of death is indifferent, and in the conflict between rules and self, immature undead can easily go to self-destruction.

Fortunately, Luminas was already a very mature deceased, and her understanding of death, her super self-control that belonged to the high-level undead, allowed her to quickly regain control of this sense, which was too vivid for the dead, and she was still a little uncomfortable.

And after a moment of confusion, reason returned to Lord Luminas's body, she subconsciously reached out and held her long hair, which was still a little wet, in her hand, she looked back at her husband, she saw the worry in Myra's eyes, a feeling of concern rising from her heart, it seemed a little strange, but it was not irresistible.

The integrity of her soul allowed Luminas to truly find herself, her eyes were no longer cold, her emotions were no longer extreme, and even her voice became softer than before, as if she had been alive.

"I seem to have had a long dream, my Myla."

Luminas took a step back, she reached out and took Myra's hands, a soft smile appeared on her beautiful face that she had never seen before, she put Myra's cold hand on her face, after the soul of the Death Lord was complete, her manipulation of power seemed to become more and more delicate, in the slight fluctuation of Lumi's mood, the cold breath gathered into white snowflakes, slowly sliding down beside the two, and the two in red robes held hands in the snow, like the most perfect lovers.

Lumi looked at the little man in front of her who never left her, and the past came to mind, and she whispered:

"From birth to death, I have walked too far in death, I have forgotten too many things, you and me, those memories of when we were alive, it may not be a beautiful dream, but in that dream, it is good that you have always been by my side."

The sudden gentleness of his wife made the blood lord Myra, who had seen a lot of the world. Dawnblade was a little surprised, even slightly frightened.

Although his cousin had told him in advance that the integrity of the soul might completely change the character of an undead, he never imagined that his wife would change so drastically.

But that's her, that's the woman she loves, someone who would rather abandon her life than spend her life with her.

"You're getting a little strange, Lumi."

Myra took his wife into his arms, he hugged her tightly, kissed her hair, and whispered:

"It may take me a while to get used to you like this, but that's okay and welcome home."

The lovers who hugged each other without realizing that a little farther away, on a hillside, the Grand Lord and his wife were standing there, watching the process of Lumie's soul recovery, the existence of every Death Lord is very important to the Dark Blade, as the leader, Tyrion must ensure that this soul recovery process is not flawed.

"They have a really good relationship."

Tyrion took his wife's hand, and as if relieved, as if he had accomplished some heavy mission, he whispered:

"When they followed me, Glokush, Luminas, and Serente, they were the first to follow me, they all had the same soul loss as me, but they were not like me, I didn't need the past to remember you, to remember my mother, to remember our sister and brother, they couldn't have forgotten something when they came back from death, and that forgetting changed them completely."

"I know."

Sensing the change in her husband's mood, perhaps influenced by the tender affection of Rumie and Myra, Aurelia stood on tiptoe like a little girl and kissed her husband on the cheek, and said:

"I know that they never asked you to make them whole again, but I also know that you never gave up on this attempt, and now, you have finally done it, you have done what a leader should do, you have protected them well, you have protected us well and we have given us a future that has no end, and everyone is very grateful to you."

"But there's still one last step to go."

His wife's encouragement made the Grand Lord smile, he turned his head, stretched out his hand to put his arm around his wife's slender waist, and said:

"Go, leave the time alone to them, in fact, I have something bad to tell you, Aurelia, about our daughter Delia is said to be a little ruffian trying to seduce our good daughter, and it makes me very, very angry! I don't even know how to convey this to Major General Sellers and His Excellency Vortagan."

"But I'm going to be busy for the next few days, so I want you to ask our daughter what the hell is going on instead of me! And that little ruffian who doesn't know whether to live or die, can you "persuade" him for me? ”

And when she heard that the good daughter was in love without telling her old parents, the tone of the blood housemother also became a little unkind:

"Oh? You mean, someone is trying to be the "son-in-law" of death? Well, it's really courageous, I'll go back to Stormwind City immediately, my dear, you just do your own thing, leave this matter to me. ”

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With a loud roar, a black, suspended temple appeared above Stormfjord, like a hill hanging in the sky, blocking out the bright sunlight and casting its own massive shadow on the ground.

Several Darkblade warbands are building new defensive lines and fortresses on the ground below, and in the connection with several teleportation arrays in the Dark Temple, a large number of weapons, ammunition and various supplies are being sent into the army, and the sergeants of the several warbands that have just finished the Battle of Hades are not seriously damaged, but the shortage of ammunition and weapons is large.

The soldiers of the Darkblade carried out the lord's request perfectly, and they almost washed the entire hell with the bullets of the Holy Silver, resulting in the depletion of all the stocks of the Holy Silver shells prepared by the logistics department of the Darkblade Legion in the past few years, and there was also a serious shortage in the artillery ration of the Artillery Legion.

However, the Dark Blade City of the Dead Realm has a complete munitions manufacturing industry, and after nearly a week of emergency production, the newly issued weapons can barely guarantee the ammunition base needed for a major battle, and the arms dealers in the Black Iron District still have enough weapons in their hands to arm the Hellagars under Hela's command.

Although these surrendered Dead Soul Warriors do not meet the standards of Darkblade's soldiers, the Dead Soul Warriors under Hela's command do not have a fixed body, so there is still the possibility of being transformed, and in this upcoming war against Valagar, these Hylagar Legions that Hela has "saved" for tens of thousands of years will become extremely perfect "cannon fodder".

In short, the second war on the land of Stormfjord is about to begin, and everything is being prepared in an orderly manner.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The sound of clash of armor resounded in the top hall of the Dark Temple, alarming the High Lord who was flipping through some papers, and Tyrion looked up to see a graceful pale Valkyrie swaying towards him.

Dressed in a pale, ornate battle armor, carrying a double-edged sword with blades up and down in one hand, and a heavy shield of silver halos in the other, she wore the Vagri's signature half-covered lightning helmet, and a pair of wide pale wings folded behind her back, and the heavy power of death lingered over the Valkyrie's body, making her wings mixed with a touch of low-key and restrained black in the pale.

She was taller than the other Valkyries, with a gloomy temperament, and she looked majestic, but how to say it, she seemed to have just learned to walk, and her crooked posture was very awkward.

"Why isn't my name in the Vanguard, Tyrion!"

The Valkyrie took off her helmet and revealed her resolute and neutral face, and her pale eyes shone with intense displeasure, and she cried out:

"Do you want me to be a coward?"

"Hela!"

The Great Lord looked at the pale Valkyrie in front of him with some headaches, and he whispered:

"You should be cultivating in Darkblade City by now! You and this body are not yet a perfect fit, and I know your will to go to war, but look at you, you can't even walk steadily! ”

"I'm not going to be able to walk because I'm weak, Tyrion!"

Hela, the pale Valkyrie, stubbornly pointed the hideous double-edged sword in her hand to the ground, trying to make her crooked body stand straighter, and she retorted loudly:

"It's just because I haven't walked on my legs for tens of thousands of years, and I'm just a little uncomfortable!"

"But that won't affect me from killing Odin's legs, or cutting off Odin's head, and I've been preparing for this for tens of thousands of years! You can't leave me behind at this last minute! We signed a contract! Damn it! ”

"I'm not trying to leave you."

The High Lord was reluctant to argue with Hela on this issue, and as he returned his attention to the paper in his hand, he said:

"Calm down, Hela, I'll let you fight! I'll give you a chance to face Odin, but until then, you'll have to hurry up and master this body completely."

In the past 7 days, Hela has reorganized the power of her soul in the Soul Gathering Coffin, and the influence of the Void on her is fading little by little, making Hela no longer look like she used to be, but perhaps this former sea witch has a hot personality, which causes her relationship with the other Death Lords to not be very good.

She was still avoiding communication with her Valkyries, the powerful Reaper who had been appointed by Tyrion as the Valkyrie General, who seemed to prefer to fight alone.

This gave Tyrion a bit of a headache, since the Darkblade Legion had always advocated collective combat since its inception, and individual heroism was not encouraged in the Darkblade Legion.

"Nope! Tyrion, I'm going to be a pioneer! I'm the first to step into Odin's lair! I'm going to pull him down from the throne of the highest!" I swear! ”

Hela stubbornly said:

"You're a warrior too, you know better than anyone that you can only bring out the deepest potential of this body in real combat, I just don't want to waste my time, Tyrion! Are you suspicious of me when you don't let me go to war? ”

"You should know that when it comes to Odin, I won't let you down!"

"Really?"

The pen in Tyrion's hand stopped, he raised his head, and carefully examined Hela in front of him, like a general looking at a soldier who took the initiative to fight, and after a few seconds, the great lord picked up the seal in his hand and slammed it on a scroll, he breathed a sigh of relief, and handed the scroll to Hela:

"Alright! I'll give you the chance you want, Hela. ”

"You will be the first general to attack Wallagar, but I have a request, you must take the other Valkyries with me, I don't need a reckless man who can only fight alone, Hela, I need a qualified commander."

"You remember, you said that, I gave you the opportunity, don't let me down!"

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors