It is almost impossible for a living person with living life to enter the realm of death.

As strong as the demon lord, at the moment of being thrown into the dead world, the powerful life will be washed away by the endless spiritual wind in this world, leaving only a white bone, not to mention those who are weak, when they come into contact with the breath of the dead world, they will be taken away from their souls and fragile lives, this is not the place that the living should pursue, there are only the dead here, there is only death here.

But just because life can't step into this world doesn't mean that the soul can't.

The soul itself is not a difference between life and death, it is a gathering of consciousness and thinking, and theoretically it is possible to step into the death world, provided that the soul is strong enough not to be blown away by the cold wind of the spirit world.

Although in most cases, the soul and the body are tightly connected, and once the soul leaves the body, it means that death is coming, but in very special circumstances, such as Sal's condition at this time, when he is summoned by the incarnation of death, although his soul has stepped into the death realm, he will not really die.

The Three Swordsmen of Tyrion sent Thrall to the entrance of the Lonely Castle, which was not far from the city of Darkblades, so that when Thrall stepped on the steps of the castle, he could still see the largest city in the Dead Realm, and he could see the dead living in the city, as lively as a mundane city, and the miraculous tree of reincarnation, pale with endless branches, as if it covered the entire city of Darkblade in mid-air.

That is the center of the dead realm, and that tree is responsible for the cycle of life and death in this world, allowing it to maintain balance, and it is the most primordial and stable force that pushes the world civilization forward.

Few living people have the privilege of seeing the true face of the Tree of Reincarnation, and only those souls who are most fortunate and make the Monarch of Death look the other way are likely to see this spectacle that belongs only to death.

Sal was one of those lucky ones.

Speaking of which, Thrall had met with Tyrion when he was a child, and on the night of the burning of Dunhold Castle, the fate of many people was changed, including Thrall and his sister Taresa, Tyrion led the Death Knight into the fortress, retrieved his brother, killed General Blackmore, and freed Thrall and Taressa from their fate as slaves and servants.

That night, Thrall confronted Tyrion, at that time, Tyrion was only a high-level death knight, he had not yet regained his humanity, and he was not as powerful as he is now, in a sense, Thrall could be regarded as witnessing the legendary rise of the Great Lord, and watched him step by step to his current position.

Thrall had also possessed the Necromantic Sword, which the Great Lord had personally carved runes, and for a long time, that sharp, one-handed sword with cold and frost was the best weapon that Thrall and Taresa used for their defense.

This green-skinned orc can be regarded as an "old friend" of the Great Lord.

"Bang"

The soul walks in the realm of death, and will have a body shaped by energy, like a ghost, Thrall reached out and pushed open the door in front of him, and in the low sound, the second floor hall of the lonely castle opened the way for Thrall, and in front of him was a quaint hall paved with a red carpet.

The High Lord Tyrion sat at the end of the hall, the smoke of the lit cigar emitting a rich aroma, the smoke covering the High Lord's cheeks, and on the table in front of him lay two wine glasses, which had been filled with red liquid.

"What are you doing there?"

Seeing Sal standing at the entrance of the hall, wearing a black blindfold, the big lord who covered his left eye swept the soul with his right eye, he reached out and took off the cigar cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and hooked his hand towards Sal in the posture of a big man:

"Come here, drink with me!"

Hearing Tyrion's call, Thrall hesitated, but still stepped forward, and with a slight hesitation sat down on the chair opposite the High Lord, who raised his glass and raised it to Thrall:

"Behold, the little boy of those days has become a great chief now, and I have not congratulated you yet."

"Do you remember?"

Sal also froze for a moment, and he subconsciously asked:

"I mean, Dunhold Castle?"

"Of course I do."

The High Lord took a puff on his cigar, and in the midst of the mist, his one-eyed gleam of remembrance, he said:

"Everything that happened that night, everything in my past memories, I remember very clearly, every detail, even every expression, you protect that little girl, what is her name? Taresha, right? You were only a teenager at the time, and you were still a true child, but you had the courage to attack me, and you weren't infected by demonic blood, so I let you go. ”

Saying this, the great lord sold a pass, he took a sip of wine, looked at Sal with one eye, and he whispered:

"Would you like to hear a secret, Sal?"

"Huh?"

The Great Chief of the Orc blinked, he nodded, and in front of him, the Great Lord lowered his voice, and he said:

"Actually, when I saw you, I knew... You're destined to do something big, that's why I'm letting you go, and if you're just a nobody, you're afraid you won't survive that night. ”

This answer made Sal cry and laugh, he was sure that the High Lord was just joking.

Although this appearance is very inconsistent with Tyrion's image in the hearts of the general public, it has to be said that the posture of the high lord made the somewhat nervous Thrall relax, he picked up the wine glass, took a sip of blood wine, and after feeling the chill that went straight to the depths of his soul, and the sobriety that followed, Thrall breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at the Great Lord Tyrion, who was leaning back in his chair with a smile on his lips, and said:

"For a while, they rumored that you were omniscient and that I was a shaman, and that we would occasionally use elemental spells to try to predict the future, but to be honest, I didn't really believe that there were omniscient and omnipotent people in this world, and that my sister and I would be grateful to you no matter what you said that night... Let us live. ”

"Cut, it's boring."

Seeing Sal's answer one by one, the Great Lord, as if he had lost interest in joking, sat up straight, and said:

"You should know that I am not just here for a drink, I want to give you something, Sal, you can understand it as a blessing, of course, I want you to use it properly, after all, the war that belongs to you is coming."

With a flick of Tyrion's fingers on the empty table, the scepter that exuded the power of the earth appeared in front of Thrall's eyes, and as a shaman, Thrall immediately sensed the huge power contained in the scepter, and he was a little surprised.

"This is..."

"The authority of the Guardian of the Earth, with it, you can command the power of the Earth in Azeroth, of course, how much of a response it can provoke depends on how strong your spiritual power is."

The High Lord played with the scepter in his hand, and said:

"If your spirit is as strong as mine, then with a snap of your fingers, you can tear the earth apart and destroy half of the world's life."

"I... Why would I do that? ”

Sal asked with a puzzled expression:

"And, why me? I have heard that your daughter, Lord Dornan, is also a powerful shaman, and Elder Nopoton greatly appreciates the potential of Lord Dornan, who he believes will be the most powerful shaman in all of Azeroth in the future. ”

"Dornan has a fate that belongs to her, and I can't interfere with it."

The Great Lord waved his hand, and the authority of the earth twitched back and forth between his fingers, and he said:

"As for why you, let me think... Well, maybe it's because I think you're a good fit, that's all. ”

Of course, this answer does not satisfy Sal, he is the chief of the tribe, he has his own way of thinking about problems, he is also wise enough, he will not see a good thing must be held in his own hands, too many things have happened in this world in the past, and people like Sal have been taught a true truth, and what is obtained and what is given must be balanced.

If you get a lot, you have to give a lot, maybe more.

The orc shaman looked at the Great Lord and said:

"Are you bigwigs so casual when you make decisions?"

"Of course!"

Tyrion nodded thoughtfully:

"When the Titans chose to protect the dragon, they thought it was the same way, they thought the dragon was very good, so they gave the dragon power, and then caused a series of messes in the back, they can do this, I can do this... But the difference between me and them is..."

The High Lord picked up his glass and drank the blood wine, he placed it on the table, then turned his head to look at Thrall, and the only remaining eye flashed a cold that made Thrall's soul fall into an ice cave.

"If you've let me down, Sal... You won't want to know how you're going to end. ”

The orc's mouth opened and closed, probably to say something, but he didn't say it, but looked down at the scepter that emitted an aura of earth elementals, and after a moment, he said:

"Can I refuse?"

"Did I give you the right to refuse?"

Tyrion answered Thrall's last question with a rhetorical question.

The atmosphere in the hall froze, and after a few seconds, the High Lord stood up and walked behind Thrall, he patted the orc on the shoulder, and said:

"Don't worry, it's just a big power, what I'm going to hand over to you is not a terrifying weapon that can destroy the world in an instant, you can better protect your people with it, and in the upcoming war that belongs to you, better fight for this world, you need some over-spec weapons, and the reason why I give it to you is because you have enough wisdom to use it. and..."

"In history that hasn't happened yet, you've proven that you can use it well."

"Wait!"

Thrall turned his head sharply, he looked at the Great Lord, and he asked:

"You just said that it was our war? Do you mean that when Sargeras strikes, you and your Dark Blade will not go to war? ”

"How?"

Thrall's question sent Tyrion into a strange laugh, and he looked at the orc:

"Without me, the Great Demon King, joining the war, you... Scared? ”

The Great Lord's question made Sal embarrassed, and the orc chief was a little unconfident, and said bluntly:

"I'm a little scared, it's the Dark Titan after all... Who is not afraid of the strongest creature in the stars? ”

Tyrion shook his head, he didn't say anything, but took the scepter of the power of the earth, and walked behind Thrall, he raised the scepter in his hand, and he said in a deep voice:

"We're going to fight, but Sal, you're not stupid enough to think that Sargeras would come here alone, would you?"

"Thrall, I can't enter this world anymore, I can only try to stop Sargeras in my own way, and I can't interfere in the war of this world... The Grimblade will join you on the battlefield, but the undead will not be able to stop all the demons and the recalcitrant elements in the stars, and you see, Thrall, this will be your final trial... If you die like that, it only means that you are just a disappointing failure. ”

"What's more, you're no longer children who need to be protected... It's time for you to learn to deal with everything for yourselves. ”

Tyrion gripped the earthy yellow scepter in both hands, and the heavy force of death crushed Thrall to his chair at this moment, making it impossible for the orc to get up or even struggle, and he could only watch as the High Lord stabbed the earth's scepter into his body.

"Only by stepping out of the cradle, only by winning the future for yourself with your own hands, can you be qualified to step into this star..."

In the sparkle of elemental power, the light of the earth enveloped Sal's whole person, and Thrall felt that his soul was infused with a huge amount of energy, so great that the orcs could feel that their soul was tearing apart little by little.

He let out a low roar, a roar of pain, and in that roar, the Great Lord turned a deaf ear, and little by little, with a calm expression, pierced the authority of the earth into Thrall's soul, and he whispered:

"So, this time, kids, you're on your own..."

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you... The process of merging authority, like the process of your growth, maybe, a little..."

"It hurts..."