Azeroth’s Death Track

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The so-called obsession is actually easy to understand. You can think of it as a wish, you can think of it as a dream, as something you desire.

For living people, obsession is constantly changing, because human desires are endless. When you get what you want, you will desire another thing. The so-called uneasy desire refers to this behavior.

But for the dead, obsession is a very important thing... its importance is even more than anything.

"Death is a concept, Glokus..."

Late at night, Tyrion, who was finally free, was in a good mood. He sat in his own tent and said to his knight Huong:

"In the months when I became a death knight, I felt this concept more and more, it is beside you and you can reach it by reaching out!"

"Om"

A dark red energy of death surged in Tyrion's palm, and he placed it in front of Glokus:

"The body is dead, and the soul survives. Because of the existence of the soul, the dead body can act again, but the concept of death has brought new changes to the body. We no longer need to breathe, we begin to hate the light, draw close to the darkness, We no longer need to eat or drink, and our lifestyle is completely opposite to that of living people! The vitality of living people is continuously born..."

"And in our bodies, the power of death is constantly bred, I call it the energy of death, or the spiritual power of death, the opposite of vitality! This is the source of our power!"

Tyrion looked at his apprentice, there was not much temperature in his ice blue eyes, he said softly:

"You have to learn to control this power, just like you learned to control the anger of the soldiers during your lifetime! It's not difficult at all!"

"boom"

Glokush took the form of Tyrion to extract the dead spiritual power in his body, but as a former warrior, he was not good at manipulating energy, so after a moment, he lingered in Glokush's palm. The death spirit in Li exploded, corroding his steel gauntlets.

"No! Tyrion, it's hard!"

The death knight recruit took off his broken armor and said with some headache:

"Every time I let my will control it, things get worse...it doesn't listen to me at all! It's like being against me! And the memories in my head, they are like It’s the ghost shadow that haunts me, can you understand? Tyraine! It’s like a living person dreaming. As soon as I close my eyes, those memories will come out... they remind me of me. While alive."

Glokush's tone suddenly became irritable:

"Good air, delicious meat, delicious wine! Those tastes are so real that every time I wake up, I hate this dead body even more!"

"I can't breathe. I eat meat without any taste. I drink like drinking water! It is torturing me! Death is not the beginning! This resurrection is a kind of torture!"

"what!"

Glokus stood up violently, his fists clenched, his gray eyes blinked, and a dark red light began to shine, and the body of the Death Knight apprentice shuddered.

The anger of the soul instinct makes the soul in his dead body become irritable. The instinct derived from death drives him to loathe everything around him, loathe life, and loathe, and breed violence and destruction!

He is going to be lost! This orc is going to be lost in the void of death.

Tyrion calmly looked at his apprentice who was about to get lost. This is the day of the death knight, even the powerful Talon. The Gorefiend is no exception... And Tyrion himself had such a bad experience.

In the irresistible rage caused by death, he personally shredded the bodies of 7 death knight recruits, and also sucked the blood of three young orc psychics. Since then, Talon. A new order was issued. Every talented death knight recruit must learn from the old knight until he can control his own desire to destroy.

"Enough! You must learn to suppress your desires!"

Tyrion said in a deep voice that he reached out and pointed to Glokush, who was holding his head in front of his eyes, and the changing frost rune was beating at his fingertips. Next, a thick and cold death spirit spewed out from his fingertips. , Like a heavy chain, binds Glokus in front of him.

As Tyrion continued to input death spirit power, Glokush's body was frozen in place bit by bit, like a real, crystal clear, frozen ice sculpture.

"Desire is not something the dead should have! It will only make you suffer!"

Tyrion stood up and looked at the frozen Grokush. The death knight would not die from frostbite, so this ice sculpture was just a little lesson that Tyrion taught him.

"The desire to eat meat, the desire to drink, the desire to breathe... The things that are not available will breed resentment, no one will ignore the resentment of the dead, then the resentment will bless themselves, and eventually, this resentment will destroy about you!"

Tyrion clenched his fists:

"Don't think about things that only living people will think about! Accept your identity, you are dead!"

"Snapped"

Glokush crushed the ice around him with brute force. He knelt breathlessly on the ground. The harsh ice just now made his senses return. He raised his head, and there was ice on his face. He looked There was a trace of tiredness flashing in Tirion's eyes:

"But it's too painful...I'm fed up! Come on, kill me, and end it all!"

"Do you want to die like that?"

Tyrion crouched down and looked at Glokus in front of him. His blue eyes were like ice cubes:

"Then why don't you end your second life yourself?"

Glokus didn't answer, nor did Tyrion's questioning end:

"You still have something you want to do, right? Otherwise, you will not accept the call of Talon. Blood Demon and wake up from the long sleep of death... What you want to do has not been done, you are really willing to do it again Are you dead? I also know that you were awakened in the Blackstone Pagoda...Tell me! Glokush, my squire, who are you!"

"You still want to know my secret?"

For the first time, Glokus looked directly into Tyrion’s eyes, and finally, in the extreme exhaustion of his soul, he no longer concealed:

"Well, I'm a black hand, Blackham who was killed by Orgrim himself, the former chieftain, you guessed it... the warlocks under the blood of the Talon don't know this, he thought I was just an ordinary Orc warrior, I don’t want to die like this, I want to kill Gul'dan who abandoned me, and watch my two sons grow up!"

"You all know...now, kill me! Let me be free!"

"No wonder you are so different..."

There was a clear flash in Tyrion’s eyes. The resurrected death knight often inherited some of his abilities. Glokush’s pure power and combat skills were too strong to be like an ordinary orc, the most important. Yes, unlike other rigid death knights, this guy's intelligence is also a bit active and abnormal.

But this cunning guy has been hiding this until the last time he and Tyrion went to the hill to investigate, Tyrion saw that Glokus had torn 6 human soldiers in less than 10 minutes. At that time, he really began to doubt the knight apprentice.

And the truth of the facts also proves Tyrian's guess.

"Don't you hate Orgrim?"

Tyrion asked curiously: "He killed you with his own hands."

"Why hate it?"

Glokush shrugged, a glimmer of calm flashed in his gray eyes:

"I was killed in the sacred Makorari, I died like a real orc chieftain, and in the 1 year that Orgrim took over the tribe, I did what I could not do in 4 years , He is stronger than me and more suitable for chieftains than me. I will not deny this."

"And after death, after I calmed down completely, I thought about it a lot, and I realized that Gul'dan! Gul'dan is the man behind everything!"

He clenched his fists, Shen Sheng said:

"He ruined my world, and almost ruined the tribe. My first half of my life did too many wrong things. Under the temptation of Gul'dan's promised power, I personally destroyed the clan and the world I once vowed to protect. So, I want to kill him even more! This is the redemption I must do! This is what I want to do the most!"

"But this body! This human body!"

Glokus looked at his human hands, and he shook his head:

"It's too weak, now I can't even beat you... Gul'dan just needs to hook my finger, and I will die on the spot."

"You say it makes me sad, even though I am really weak."

Tyrion's face was cold, and he looked at the blackhand who had completely revealed the secret in front of him. He shook his head:

"But because of this, you and I have to learn these things. You and I have to learn to accept new powers. As for the body, if you hate humans, I can help you change the body of an orc when necessary, but this changes Nothing..."

"Listen to me, black hand, since you told me your secret, then we can trust each other. What I want to tell you is that the potential of the death knight is far more than that."

This sentence caused Glokus to raise his head, he saw the light in Tyrion's eyes, so he sat upright.

"The transformation of the Talon Gorefiend is just a remnant of failure! Like a rebirth like you, in my opinion, it is also a failure! He did not realize that we can use the dead spiritual power in the body What horrible thing to do!"

Tyrion coughed softly, he whispered:

"Think about it, the swords and magic of the living cannot destroy our existence at all. When we wave our hands, the epidemic of all deaths will easily cover a town and an army, and wait until they have experienced pain and tragic death. , They will be awakened by us again for our use!"

"No matter who is standing in front of us! No matter how terrible those enemies are, their number will be less and less, and us! Our army will only be more and more!"

"Every time they die, we have one more! They are weakened by one point and we increase by one point!"

"When we are in command of all spirits, we can... oppress all beings!"

Tyrion's fingertips gleamed with a dim light, like holding an infinite future. He looked at Glokus. Blackhand in front of him, and he asked softly:

"By that time, tell me, Mafia...are Gul'dan, what did you count in front of you?"

This description of the future did not excite the black hand. After all, it was the man who had been the chieftain. He looked at Tyrion in doubt:

"Can you... do that step?"

"I can't do it alone! Our organization is just getting started!"

Tyrion said frankly:

"That's why I need you. Not only you, I also need more people to join us. Our organization is very young, but young is energetic and motivated, and we can start aggressive expansion at any time... Of course, this is the future, in short..."

The ranger held out his hand towards the former chieftain: "Give me a promise, do you want to join? You are my first person to invite, you should feel honored!"

"What if I say no?"

Glokus looked at Tyrion. The latter's hand was already holding the long sword behind him, and his tone became cold:

"It's a pity that your second life can only end here, and the traitors are more hateful than the enemy, aren't they?"

"Then I have a question, Tyrion!"

There was a trace of seriousness on the human face of the black hand, he asked in a deep voice:

"I don't know yet, why are you doing these things, I mean low-key mixed in the death knight for months, secretly looking for like-minded people, obviously, you have a big plan!"

"Is this important?"

Tyraine's eyes narrowed: "Look, in this bad time, it doesn't matter what I think in my heart, what matters is what I can bring you."

"No, I value your starting point more than what you do!"

The black hand said firmly: "I have already encountered a Gul'dan, I don't want to meet the second, it's that simple!"

"Okay, if you have to know."

Tyrion stood up, he did not intend to conceal, the secret backlog in his heart, and indeed need a person to tell, and if this kind of talk can bring him an ally, it is worth it!

So after a while, Tyrion said in a deep voice:

"I am a high elf, and I am very ordinary. In this era, I am a trivial victim of war. Until the moment of death, I still believe that I should not touch destiny. Mingzhe keeps his life... but I eventually die, die Is silent, dying in the hands of someone who is likely to become a hero in the future, death is insignificant..."

"But I know very well what caused my death! I lived carefully in an unfamiliar world and kept my little secrets. I have lived like this for 300 years! I have enough life for this kind of life!"

"Why did the orcs invade this world, what is behind your invasion that caused it all, what the real big guys above want to do, what they can do, what they will do, I know better than anyone, I am It’s time to be the greatest prophet in this world, but I didn’t... Fortunately, destiny gave me a chance to come again... so I want to go the other way."

He looked at the black hand, he spread his arms, and those ice-blue eyes shone with Tyrann. The blade of dawn had never been more rampant and mad:

"Death has changed me, black hand, and it has awakened the craziest desire in my heart...I will fight the army and kill everything that should not exist! Whether it is justice or evil! I want to let this unfair world The justice covered with blood and death, step by step on the ladder of dead bones, and finally stood in front of those arrogant black hands..."

"The sword I want to ask them, what do they think about my death? Why is it the person who died because of their conspiracy, and are they prepared to apologize to me and prepare for my anger."

Tyrion's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, his fists were clenched, and the palm of the dead soul was like holding the whole world:

"Yes, that's what I want to do. I want to be with this disgusting fate...Breaking your wrist!"

"This is my obsession!"

"Now, tell me! Join, or die?"

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