Mortals have short lives and they don’t have much time to explore the secrets about the world in their lives. Therefore, after many mysterious things happen, mortals will not find the root cause. They will use their own understanding to try to explain those things, and in the end, those nonsense rumors will cover up the truth of the matter.

Rumors have become the real truth.

Just like this, the tall creature floating in front of Terion in the shadow world and the crack space of reality was slapped, with a human body and a graceful figure of a female, but her whole body emitted an illusory pale halo, which looked like it was composed of light. She had wings on her back, and the light was scattered between slaps, which was very beautiful and mysterious.

She was wearing a complicated, complex and classical armor. Those neither gold nor jade armor were bound to her body, making her look mighty and powerful. The strangest thing was the battle helmet she wore on her head.

It was a strange battle helmet that Terion had never seen in this world. The half-covered battle helmet covered her eyes, but exposed her nose and mouth. On both sides of the battle helmet, there were lightning-shaped decorations.

She held a black war spear in her hand, and the war spear was engraved with strange runes. At the sharp top of the war spear, a black war flag was still hung. But what was strange was that the black war flag fluttering in the wind had no sign, just a pure black flag.

If she ignores her armor and weapons, and the strange color of her wings, then the creature that appears in front of Terion is completely an angel in the legend of mortals, and will lead the souls of the good to return to the heaven of the holy light and drag the souls of the evil into the terrible hell.

But Terion knew that she was not... She was like him, a dead creature, but her shaper, who made her Sue like this sacred appearance, and in a sense she was more pitiful than him, at least Terion could have her own freedom, and she, the creature named Wagri...she had nothing.

When Terion looked at the shadow Wagri in front of him with his scrutiny eyes, this strange Wagri appeared in the cemetery of Stormwind City, and also looked at the Death Knight in front of him with his eyes blocked by the battle helmet.

He was not the most powerful dead she had ever seen. In fact, in the abyss of the Underworld, there were many more powerful souls than Terion, but he was special, very special.

No dead soul with a broken soul would be as solid and free as Terion's soul. In his soul, you can't see even a trace of being bound, and in that should have been cold, there is a flame burning... This Wagri can see that the flame of will is not like a dead person at all.

He is special!

No wonder the Queen of the Underworld attaches so much importance to him... Such a unique soul is definitely a real treasure.

"With the will of the Queen of the Underworld..."

Wagri said in his empty voice to the beginning, and was interrupted rudely by Terion. He looked directly at Wagri in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"What did Hela say?"

“Bold!”

Wagri's voice became sharper, and the spear in her hand pointed straight at Terion's head:

"How dare you call the name of the Queen of the Underworld!"

Facing the angry Shadow Angel, Terion tilted his head in confusion:

"Why can't I call her Hela? The Queen of the Underworld? Do you really think so? A woman driven crazy by self-hate, a coward who gave up her innate mission and responsibility, a traitor who betrayed her creator, a fallen guardian of Titans, is she really qualified to be called the Queen?"

"You know a lot, arrogant mortals!"

The wings behind Shadow Wagri were slapped, and her figure disappeared from the spot like a pounding halo:

"But I don't want to hear your blasphemy anymore!"

She launched an attack, but Terion took a step back. When Wagri's figure appeared in front of him, the soul cage arranged at his feet suddenly shattered, and the black beam of light extended upward from the ground. Unpredictable, the shadow Wagri was locked in the cage of this beam of light.

"Bang"

The spear in her hand hit the black light column hard, making a sound of steel clashing, but this was a special space, in the cracks between the shadow world and reality, and the sound could not be conveyed to reality at all.

Terion stood less than 2 meters away from the cage. He looked at Wagri in front of him with a look of his prey. This creature undoubtedly had powerful power. What's even more difficult was that she could travel through both worlds at will, which means that even if Terion could defeat her, she would not be able to catch her.

But now, in the cage constructed by the Word of Soul, Vagri cannot break free. This is a spell from Bonsandy, which is the god of death at the same level as Hela. The power he possesses is crushing from higher authority. Of course, to maintain the clever trap in front of him, Terion needs to use his soul to provide energy, and he does not waste much time.

"You have to use the power of anger with caution."

The King of the Dark Blade looked at his new prisoner, his fingers pounding against the black beam of light:

"Anger is like wildfire, once it gets out of control, it becomes meaningless, it will push you into a very awkward situation, like now..."

"Madman!"

Wagri, imprisoned in the soul cage, attacked the black light prison in front of her with a spear. She was not used to the humiliation captured by mortals. She attacked the cage in front of her crazy, and every impact was like being directly hit by a heavy weapon on her soul. The vibration and sting made Terion frown.

"Quiet!"

The King of the Dark Blade roared, and a black flame slammed on Wagri's body in front of him as he waved his fingers. The black flame quickly attached to Wagri and began to burn, making her feel pain. As Terion's fingers danced, the black beam of light began to shrink rapidly, until finally, it turned into a black chain bound to Wagri's arms, legs and body, trapping her tightly on the ground.

Perhaps in the eyes of Hela and Bonsandy, Terion's soul is not strong, but after being repeatedly moisturized by the energy of death, he can of course suppress the shadow Wagri in front of him. Not every Wagri is so powerful that it makes the dead scared. The one that comes in front of him is just Hegri's messenger after all.

"Quiet, girl."

Wagri was taller than humans. She was trapped on the ground, and her height had reached nearly 3 meters. Terion stretched out his hand and looked up to put his fingers on her illusory but solid body.

The cold fingers went down along the struggling Vagri's neck, and finally stayed on her chest, very close to some sensitive positions. This almost humiliating action made the Vagri messenger in front of her very embarrassed. She twisted her body and wanted to shake Tyreon's fingers away from her, but just as she opened her mouth and wanted to scold her, another black chain appeared, tied her mouth and her braided hair together.

She could only make humiliated whimpers.

"Oh, it's amazing."

Terion poked Wagri's fingers on his skin, feeling the slightly warm touch, and he whispered:

"I always thought that creatures like you had no sense of touch or emotions, but now it seems that you can feel some...such as humiliation, such as anger."

"You are a high-level Wagri. Although you are a little less powerful, you are indeed one of the first Wagri created by Odin himself, right?"

Terion put his finger on Wagri's slender waist. This action made Wagri struggle even more violently in front of him. After a moment, Terion suddenly came to his senses:

"By the way, you can't speak, it's so... it's so rude."

After saying that, his fingers were shaking in the air, and the black chains that tied Wagri's mouth suddenly disappeared, and then an angry scream rang out among the cracks in the two worlds:

"Take your dirty hands away!"

"Don't touch me! Dirty mortal!"

The pale braid that extended behind Wagri's helmet was swinging on her chest, representing her extreme anger, but the next moment, the braid was caught by Terion, and he grabbed Wagri's braid in a arrogant manner and pulled her head towards him.

His fingers with his armour buckled around Wagri's neck, and the black soul fire was pounding at his fingertips. In Wagri's ear, Terion said in a lover-like voice:

"Recognize your situation, little cutie... I may not be able to deal with Hela, but it is still more than enough to deal with you."

"Clang"

The breastplate carved with ancient spells and cumbersome pictures was destroyed at this moment, and then thrown by Terion to the ground. The coldness from her chest made Wagri scream again. At this moment, she no longer looked like a powerful shadow angel, but like a real girl.

"If you can't calm down, then I'll continue."

Terion's cold fingers stayed on her chest for a moment, and finally placed them on her heavy belt. This threatening move made Wagri's body stiffen, and finally, she nodded in humiliation.

This made the Death Knight stop his abuse, and he took a step back, glanced at the shaking chest, and then fell on Wagri's face:

"I know, the first generation Wagri all have their own names, so, what are your names?"

"Agasa...my name is Agasa."

The Shadow Angel was confined to the earth by the chains of her soul. She tried to calm herself down, but every time Tyreon's gaze turned to her body, she would feel like she was beaten by a burning whip. She knew that the dead soul in front of her could not really blaspheme her, but she still felt worried about it.

"Good, pleasant conversation begins now."

Terion leaned back, and the moment he sat down, the surging death energy formed a crystal clear ice throne behind him. He raised his legs and looked at Wagriagasa in front of him, and he asked:

"Have you ever met Odin?"

Agassa nodded and said in an empty voice:

“See it!”

"Well, let me tell you your story, I'm very interested."

Terion looked at Wagri in front of him with interest, and the latter remained silent until Terion bounced his finger, threatening with a meaningful threat:

"Are you sure you want to remain silent? You have to know, Agasa, the night is still long. If you prefer the way you communicate before, then we can slowly... play!"

Shadow Wagri Agasa gritted her teeth, but in the end, she said in a lost voice:

"Ten thousand years ago, it was Odin who personally transformed us into the first group of Wagri. We were the followers of the sea witch Hela. We saw with our own eyes everything that the beast did to Hela. He forced her to strip her soul and twisted her into Wagri's appearance. On that day, Hela's screams spread throughout Wagri. It was also on that day that we no longer believe in him, no longer believe in that hypocritical tyrant!"

"Hela is his most sincere follower. He said more than once that Hela is like his real daughter! But would that father do such a thing to his daughter? He is a lunatic! Just like you, you are all lunatics!"

"madman?"

Terion frowned and said:

"I would be unhappy if you call me that, Agasa... You can call me Terion instead of a lunatic slander. Also, I would like to know, since it is the first generation Wagri, why is your strength so low that even I can't defeat it?"

"Because the first generation of Wagri only represents qualifications, not our strength, genius!"

Agasa mocked:

"It is not that the longer you live, the stronger your strength will be. Odin made Wagri to guide the souls of mortal warriors to Valagal, or to use your legend to lead them to the Valhalla. We are just messengers who travel through the two worlds, and does messengers need powerful power?"

"But as far as I know, the Shadow Valkyrie under Hela is very powerful, and even Bonsandy is very afraid of this. Since Hela can give such powerful power to those imitations, why don't she give it to you? Are you not her most trusted subordinates?"

Terion's words made Agasa's expression more complicated. After a moment, she said in a strange calm voice:

"All these are Bonsandy taught you? That troll's death...a conspirator hiding behind the shadow."

"You want to know why my power is so weak? It's very simple!"

"Our birth carries a mission, and the Shadow Valkyrie are pure war machines. The power of the first generation of Wagri will not grow or weaken. As long as Valagal still exists, we will never die... and I also know what you are doing, I know what you want, but mortals, you really don't need to provoke our relationship with Hela..."

"Hate ruined her, she lived the kind of person she once hated the most..."
Chapter completed!