In the underworld, on Hela's throne, the Great Lord held a warm eyeball gem in his hand, and a touch of doubt and urgency beat in his eyes.

There are still secrets in his eyes to the Death Realm, which Tyrion has known for a long time, as Bonsandy has also told him that the coronation of the Troll Reaper also has no guide, only a "crown", which is enough to prove that the High Lord does not grow in the same way as the other Grim Reaper, which seems to explain why his power grows so quickly when he is immersed in death.

"An apparition, an apparition that even you and Odin can't see through, it appeared to you when you first set foot in the Realm of the Dead"

Tyrion rubbed his forehead, and he asked:

"Bonsandy should have seen it too, but that cunning troll was hiding it from me, so the question is, why haven't I seen it?"

"Or is it actually here all along, watching me all along?"

At this point, the Great Lord suddenly raised his head and looked to the left and right, as if looking for an observer who did not exist, but unfortunately, no matter how carefully he looked, he could only see an empty space, filled with darkness and death, and in the gray mist, there was no shadowy observer.

After a moment, Tyrion took a deep breath to calm himself.

Realizing that you are not the only solution to everything can be more or less frustrating, but an adult in their right mind should learn and accept the reality that the world does not revolve around a particular person, as the High Lord has known for a long time.

So he looked at Hela and asked softly:

"Go on, I'm curious about what price you've paid to see the true face of death."

"The price is in your hands."

Hela looked at the blue eyeball gem held in Tyrion's hand, and said:

"The Viku people rumored that Odin's left eye was lost in a glorious battle, but this was not the case, and I can still remember to this day, when Odin and I were trapped in the fog of death, facing that strange and unkind phantasm of the Dead, and facing the question it raised, Odin who was obsessed with building the Legion of the Immortal did not hesitate for long, and he said to the apparition:"

"I have two eyes, let one observe this world and the earth, and the other to see the kingdom of the soul."

Hai stretched out her fingers and made a grasping gesture in front of her eyes, and she leaned against the cold stone wall behind her, and said to Tyrion in front of her:

"Odin took out his left eye without changing his face, and handed the gem to the phantom of the dead world, the ghost seemed to be surprised by this action, it hesitated for a moment, I could feel that it should be thinking or weighing, in short, it finally took Odin's left eye, and then took a few steps back, and then dissipated into the thick mist"

"And then?"

The High Lord asked, and Hela paused, then said in a nostalgic tone:

"Then the realm of the dead, or the land of shadows, appeared before Odin, and the fog opened, and the mist gathered into a mirror before his eyes, and he looked with his lost left eye, and saw the original kingdom of shadows, which was another world, the world of the dead."

"He was convinced that even in the world of death, his Valagar Immortal Legion could survive, and he peeked into the secrets of the soul, and then used the materials left by the Titans to make the Supreme Gate of the Immortal Transformation that was not the knowledge of the Titans, but the secret of death that Odin exchanged for his own eyes."

"But he also saw death in the original world of death, and he told me that he saw the bodies of the dead lying in the shadow realm, the ghosts of the dead long ago, without faces, not even bodies, and he said that the scene also made him feel horrified"

"I didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't tell me too much about the secrets of the Dead Realm, but from that day on, my sisters and I were given a new mission, and we sailed along the cold sea, through the dark storms, through the shadowland, through the world of death, and brought back a powerful and complete soul for Odin to make the Heroic Spirit, you should all know about it."

Hela's story is over, it's not a long story, but the truth it hides is not simple, the Great Lord sat on the boulder of Hela's throne, he rubbed the warm eyeball gem in his hand, and after a few minutes, he looked at Hela:

"So, Hela, with your knowledge and qualifications, what do you think is that Phantom of the Dead that you saw at the beginning? Is it the will of this broken world? Or is it something more advanced? ”

"It's hard to say, Great Lord."

Hela replied a little tiredly:

"Even after spending tens of thousands of years in this underworld, I have not found any clues related to that phantom, and I believe that after the explosion of this world that mutilated the dead world, that phantom, no matter what it represented, should have left this world, if I were to guess, I would think that it was a manifestation of death itself, or that in the power of death, there are symbols higher than you and me, just as the Titans are to the arcane power, and Naru is to the Holy Light."

"Is that so?"

The High Lord whispered:

"I don't feel at ease with that answer."

"But in my opinion, you don't need to worry about it at all, Tyrion."

Hela stood up straight, she looked at the big lord in front of her, and she said:

"Your way of dabbling in death is different from me and Bonsandy, you are not born out of an exchange of power, you are like a freak, you have integrated yourself into death, although it may seem a little immature in the eyes of higher powers, but for us, you have become one with death, you are the manifestation of death in the rules of this world"

"Whatever that ghost represents, High Lord, it can only rule over us, for our authority comes from it."

"But it can't control you, because you never take anything from it, you don't owe it anything, you don't try to get more from it, how can it control you?"

Hela's persuasion made Tyrion's frown soothe slightly, he looked at the eyeball gem in his hand, and finally, he returned the gem to Hela:

"I'll leave it for you as a memento, if it's what you say, then I probably won't need it."

Hela didn't shirk it, she took the gem, and then took a bone-white horn from her waist, which seemed to be polished from some kind of miserable white bone, with some indistinct patterns carved on it, and a few gems embellished, and she placed the small horn in the great lord's hand as if she had lifted a burden.

Tyrion held the horn in front of his eyes, and he could feel that his consciousness could easily radiate into the entire Abyss of Hell as he held it.

Yes, this is Hela's "crown", representing the Hellqueen's control over this land of the dead.

"Now, I don't owe it either."

Hela took a step back and leaned slightly towards the Great Lord:

"Then Your Majesty, allow me to retire first, as I said, I need to rest for a while."

"Don't call me Your Majesty, Hela."

Tyrion tied the horn around his waist, and he turned sideways to make way for Hela, and he whispered:

"Call me the High Lord, or Tyrion, the dead don't need a high king, we need a leader, we need a clear future that will make us stronger"

"Mighty as life, and then as eternal as death."

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After completing the handover of Hela, Tyrion did not sit idle, in fact he was still very busy.

Hela can be a hands-off shopkeeper and throw all the troubles she leaves behind to the new chief, and she is happy to be at ease, but for those who really do things, it is very difficult and very challenging to take over the entire hell in a short period of time.

For the past tens of thousands of years, the Abyss of Hell has been a place that can only be entered and exited, and the ghosts accumulated on this continent are an extremely terrifying number, one-third of them have been transformed into Kvadir warriors, and the remaining two-thirds have wandered in this dark world in a dry manner, and those who are weak have simply become strange "aquatic products" in the Dead Sea.

Just like the pale, twisted, disgusting, abyssal squid that broke through the bottom line, and some dark monsters hiding in the deep sea, these are all things that need to be cleaned up, just like when Tyrion's Death Realm was first established, the Death Lords roamed the wilderness, constantly removing the breeding Dementors.

It's a long and important job, and it's bound to take a lot of energy from the Darkblade Legion.

But fortunately, there are also some people who can choose from the huge number of Kvadir legions left by Hela, and the grievances between Hela and Odin have been completely settled, and Hylagar and Kvadir legions do not need to be kept, and when the tree of reincarnation grows new branches in the underworld, the dark blade will start a new round of life and death.

In the foreseeable future, the civilizations of the entire world of Azeroth will definitely usher in a new wave of baby booms, but how to put it, this is a good thing.

And just as Tyrion was about to pack up his mood and put himself into a new job, a sudden news interrupted the work process of the Great Lord, and made him return to the present world without stopping.

Just where Valagar fell, an alternate dimension was discovered.

To be precise, it should be a part of the fortress of Valagarh, a small half-plane that has been fixed in the Sky Fortress with special techniques, such a half-plane is not stable, it stands to reason that when Valagarh fell, it should have been completely sealed off, but there is a reason

This small plane was discovered by the famous "troublemaker" Yuna Jr. of the Darkblade Legion, to be precise, the Titan creators who went to converge the wreckage of the Wallagarh Fortress, found a strange signal from the half-plane, and then traced to open the half-plane and released the little Yuna trapped in it.

And along with the discovery, there was also a group of dangerous beasts that had been modified.

"Tyrion! Tyrion! Come on! ”

Sitting on a broken ridge, little Yuna, who was happily eating gummies, saw the big lord appearing on the sea, she stood up and happily waved her hand at Tyrion, the big lord hovered above the sea, he motioned Yuna to wait, and then looked back at the sea behind him, where it was already a hot work area.

The Titans from Ulduar, including the Rock Giants and a handful of Thunderforge Giants, as well as some mechanical gnomes in charge of the coordination, are under the command of Ulduar's Affairs Officer, the secondary guardian Lady Orria, to collect the wreckage of the Valagar Fortress from beneath the surface of the Stormfjord, mainly some mechanical creations containing the power of the Titans, and most importantly, the Holy Arsenal of the Immortal Legion.

According to the agreement between the two parties, the Holy Arsenal, along with the locked Heroic Spirits within, will be taken into Ulduar and become part of the defenses of the empty Titan City.

The Guardians have used their power to create strange enchantments beyond this sea, so that their work will not be disturbed by the restless Wikus.

The Great Lord looked at the silent salvage remains of those Titan creations, he did not step forward to disturb, and after a while, he came to the side of little Yuna, and just as Tyrion approached Little Yuna, a strange giant wolf lying next to Little Yuna suddenly provoked, as if sensing a threat, and roared frantically at Tyrion, his hair stood on end, looking extremely violent and brave.

This giant wolf is very strange, it is a real flesh beast, but under the mane of the body, there are yellow fine lightning bolts flowing, and it also wears a strange metal collar, like a domesticated war beast, but in the eyes of the great lord, this giant wolf with a beautiful yellow mane is not ordinary at all, the life energy in its body is very strong, although it may not be as good as the wilderness demigods, but it is definitely stronger than some ordinary Luoa beast gods.

I don't know where little Yuna found this strange beast.

"Hey! Fenrir! Be nice! ”

Little Yuna jumped up to the back of the wolf, grabbing Fenrir's ears and grooming the dangerous beast, and proudly boasting to Tyrion:

"Look! Tyrion, I have my own puppy! I don't want Gorm, Gorm is so ugly! Fenrir is beautiful, it's my new friend! ”

"Oh?"

Tyrion looked at Yuna with a strange expression, and after a moment, he asked:

"Is this the beast that exists in the half-plane that traps you?"

"yes!"

Yuna shoved a piece of gummy into Fenrir's mouth, then crossed her arm and said to the High Lord:

"It's a big forest! There are no boundaries! It's big, big, there are many, many strange beasts in it, Fenrir is the most powerful of them all, and it tells me that they were all domesticated by Odin, and Odin and his men call that place the Eternal Hunting Ground, and they will hunt them for fun, so Odin's old man is bad! ”

At this, Yuna's eyes rolled, and she whispered to Tyrion:

"And I just heard the stone woman named Orria say that she is going to bring the Eternal Hunting Ground back to Ulduar and keep those poor beasts trapped there, they have been trapped for a long time, so pitiful, so, Tyrion, can I raise them?"

"You can't even take care of yourself, how can I believe you can take care of those beasts?"

The big lord complained, he crossed his waist, and said to the little girl with a deflated mouth:

"But if you know how to get back to that plane, I can help you and release them, wild beasts have dignity, they can be hunters, they can be prey, but they should not be prisoners, and wild and free lives should not live in such a bad state."

"Okay!"

Yuna jumped on Tyrian's shoulder again, and she grinned and pressed her head to Tyrion's hair, her eyes shining with joy:

"Let's go! Let's go and set them free. ”