Azeroth’s Death Track

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Orgrim authorized Tyrion to establish a new organization of death knights, a move that was a bit confusing at this moment.

Although he used the capture of Quel'Thalas as a reason, Tyrion knew that Orgrim was not a good person, maybe he was aware of Talon. The blood demon's tail was not big, maybe he urgently needed more The death knight came to win the tribe, but he was not worried about Talon Gorefiend.

The superiors always like to play this kind of split-support and check-and-balance game. It feels a bit uncomfortable as a chess piece, but considering the battle situation that the tribe is currently facing, this hand of the chieftain is really pretty beautiful.

Not only can it suppress the more and more mad Talon. The blood demon, just like it used to suppress Gul'dan, but it can also strengthen the strength of the tribe, but Orgrim. Destruction Hammer has already made it very clear. He just gave Tyrion a promise. If he can’t prove that he is stronger than Talon Gorefiend, then everything he said before can only be invalidated.

For Tyrion, the things he planned to do, even if only to explore Medivh's Master Tower, must be the more power in his hand, the better, at least at this moment, he and Orgrim For his cooperation, there is no loss for him.

Anyway, after the original plan to leave the tribe, it was also an opportunity to strengthen the strength at hand. Instead of becoming a weak third party in the wild, it was better to be close to the big tree of the tribe. At least before it failed, no matter what Tyrion planned to do, A tall man stood up for him.

"So you promised him that way?"

Glokus squeezed a quill pen in his hand, and while whispering intricate and complex runes on the corpse in front of him at the request of Tyrion, he whispered:

"Don't you think about it, in case your challenge fails, and when Talon. Blood Demon wants to kill you, will Orgrim come forward for you? Now you are not Talon's opponent? "

Tyrion’s fingers stroked on Serent’s already cold cheeks. He looked at his former subordinates, and there was no emotion in his ice-blue eyes. He said softly:

"In the event of a full force outbreak, it is estimated to be able to stand in front of Talon Gorefiend for 10 minutes... There is a bit of hang to win. If he disregards Orgrim's ban and summons demons to help, I may even have 5 minutes. Can't hold it...but who said I'm heads-up with him?"

"There is more than one way to prove that I am better than him? Moreover, before the challenge begins, you are already thinking about what to do. This is really the thinking of the loser. No wonder you will be smashed by Orgrim. Broken head..."

This wave of indifference made Grokus grunt. As Tyrion's only collaborator at the moment, the two are basically tied together. Although Tyrion's confidence is full, he always hesitates. .

"By the way, I won you an orc warrior body."

Tyrion re-fixes Serent's broken tibia with a metal suture in his hand. In this dark forest far from the camp, he said softly:

"This request has provoked the bottom line of Orgrim. Although he hides well, I know that if I fail, even if the blood demon let me go, he will kill me without hesitation, so we can Can’t lose... the great goal didn’t even go out in the first step, if it were so humble death, it would be really disappointing.”

This sentence made Glokus' fingers stop. After a while, he said in a deep voice:

"You don't have to do this, and the human body is not unbearable."

"Since it is a request, why not mention more, not to mention, with your fighting style, the body of a human knight really limits you too much."

Tyrion cut off the metal wire in his hand with a dagger. He took a step back and looked at the body made by the two men in front of him. He nodded in satisfaction.

The captain of the Ranger Captain Serent. Firewing was strangled by his own hand. At his cold joints, the psychic runes from the Shadowmoon clan were engraved with special materials. On the earth, Tyrion personally drew a standard psychic circle, and also adopted some improvements made by the Warlocks of the Shadow Council.

The memory left to Tyrion by Durag the Dominator and the Old Orc Necromancer became, at this moment, the most precious knowledge, and gave him the ability to form his own team. He had to follow his own way, Build an army of death knights that are more powerful than the second-rate goods of Talon.

A true death knight!

"It would be beaten by the glittering cans of holy light... really shameful!"

Tyrion opened his arms. Behind him, Glokus clenched his rune weapon and looked around with caution. He wanted to make sure that the ritual of resurrection would not be disturbed.

"Om"

The dark red energy of death surged out of Tyrion’s palm, just like some kind of mysterious energy, which penetrated into the cold corpse of Serent little by little, and the injection of death energy also made this corpse under him. 'S psychic circle was ignited, and the dark red unknown light jumped on this corpse.

After the living creature dies, the body will be accompanied by the passage of time, naturally filling the energy of death. If no one interferes, this energy will make the corpse decay, weather, and finally turn the corpse into ashes, which is part of the cycle of life.

But if outside forces intervene in this and reawaken the dead souls, then the cold, corrosive energy of death will become the energy carrying the corpse's actions.

This is the birth principle of the undead. In fact, before the death knight appeared, whether it was Draenor or Azeroth, there were death creatures similar to ghosts. Unlike the death knight, they were naturally produced.

The energy of death flowing through Serent’s body is calm, because there is no sufficiently active soul to mobilize it, but after the psychic circle is activated, Serendt’s dead soul is awakened by the strange power, and Terry Ang uses his own death energy to resonate the death energy in Serent's body.

From the two levels of soul and body, the recovery of the deceased is achieved at the same time. There is no rejection reaction in his own soul and his body.

The pale white frost, the red blood, the dark green evil, three runes representing different powers change back and forth in the hands of Tyraine, just like the alum thrown into the water, let calm death energy, fast Boiled.

After 1 minute, he withdrew his own power of death, took a step back, and looked at his former companion.

Serente Firewing’s body trembled strangely, struggling at both the reality and the soul level, as if it was about to wake up from a long sleep, as this shaking became more and more intense, Serendt’s body was scattered. The power of death is also becoming more and more active, completely breaking the tranquility of the forest, causing Glokush, who is in charge of the guard, to sweat.

After 3 minutes, Serent opened his eyes.

His once green eyes have become as dark as Glokus, like hoarfrost falling into the earth, crossing death, always leaving something, after waking up, the Ranger did not act immediately, On the contrary, he was quiet like an ice cube, lying naked on the soil of the forest, accepting the reality of his resurrection little by little.

This process is the most important. Tyrion knows that not every life can accept the reality of the resurrection of the dead, and once the awakened soul repels this awakening very much, it will re-enter the long sleep after recovery, and forever Will not accept the second awakening again, it is equivalent to vain everything they have done.

"I... am I alive?"

In the dead forest again, Serrent made his first sound of his second life. It was as hoarse and terrible as Tyrion. It was like a collision of ice. It completely lost the elegance that the elf should have. .

"You haven't survived...you are dead, now you just get a second chance."

Tyrion whispered: "Welcome to join us, brother!"

"you!"

"boom"

Facing Tyrion’s feelingless welcome, Serent’s reaction was to turn up and hit a punch on his cheek, flipping Tyrion’s face outwards, and he clutched Ty to death. Ryan's collar, the fierce mood swings, doesn't look like an undead soul.

"You killed them! You killed me! You killed your former brother! You disgusting butcher! You betrayed..."

A certain emotion was beating in Serent's dark eyes, and his eyes shone bright red. Facing this question, Tyrion turned around casually, looking at Serent in front of him. No fluctuations, he said softly:

"Who did I betray? Quel'Thalas? Aurelia? Windrunner family? Or you?"

"boom"

With the hands of the cold black armor clasping Serent's wrist, he pushed Serent's fists from his collar bit by bit, infiltrating the energy of death for a long time, and let Tyrion from death New powers have been gained in the world, and Serendt, who is by no means a rebirth, can be compared.

"No one betrayed me...Serrent, you also came back from death, tell me, when I said the word Quel'Thalas, do you still have unparalleled loyalty? Are you willing to Does it offer everything?"

Serent's expression froze, and upon seeing this scene, Tyrion gave a low laugh:

"Now, do you understand how I feel... even if you are crazy to tell yourself that you should continue to be loyal to the past, but actually?"

"Your loyalty, your bravery, your faith, your past...have been taken away by death! After stripping away the consciousness imposed on us by life, you are truly free, Serrent... You should obey your true self."

"Here!"

Pointing his finger at Serent's bare chest, he said softly:

"There is no longer a heart burning with hope, you, me... we all have such a cold heart, looking at the past rationally, my brother, it is time to live purely, maybe at the beginning this is very Difficult, but believe me, this is not a bad thing."

Serent did not argue with Tyrion because there was no need to argue, Tyrion said everything was true.

After really refitting his body, he found that he lost everything that supported him to the present, whether it was hope, happiness, hatred, sadness, when the memories of the past emerged in his mind, he seemed like an indifferent Third parties, watching other people’s stories,

The things that moved him once, and those that made him angry, have lost their original meaning.

Even the fact that he was killed by Tyrion himself became insignificant.

Death is like a ruthless dividing line, separating the past and the present easily. The gully in it is like an abyss of indifference that cannot be crossed at all.

"You are confused."

Tyrion’s voice rang again, awakening Serent, who wandered the sky, and regained focus on his dull eyes. He took two steps back, and the expression on his face calmed down. He looked at Tyrion. , A moment later, he nodded:

"Yes, I'm confused and empty... I, I don't know what I should do, and I don't know why you want to wake me up? But this feels bad, I don't like it! So, can you Kill me again and make me return to silence?"

"Sorry, no! You are more important than you think!"

Tyrion spread his hands and said to Serent:

"If you don't know what to use to support your recovered life...well, let me find one for you!"

"Think of those dead brothers, Serrent, the POW camp in Hillsbrad Foothills, the brothers that were slaughtered that night! Do you really think it was the orcs who killed them? No! No! Let us cross the death Seeing a lot, I have seen the shadows behind the orcs, those behind the scenes that drive the orcs into our world and make this world a mess!"

"It's them... their hands are also contaminated with unwashed blood!"

"Since we are destined to retaliate... why not be more thorough? Why not be crazy?"

"Snapped"

Tyrion's armor rested on Serent's shoulder. He lowered his voice:

"After killing the orcs, we can still carry the blood-filled sword, and then look for the **** who are above us and use our lives as chess pieces. This is what I want to do... Do we come together? Wait for us to do it After all this, I can even give my life to you, Serrent, I killed you, and after everything is over, I give you a life!"

"But before that, because of our common goal...you have to help me!"

This statement left Serent a little puzzled, but after repeated thinking, he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he looked up at Tyrion, and finally, he nodded:

"I'm going to see the evidence, Tyrion, I can't believe you anymore...If what you say is true, I'm willing to retaliate with you! If you are lying to me..."

He skipped the dark red light in his eyes:

"I will kill you! I promise!"

"Very good! My brother, let's hurry and do what we should do!"

Tyrion shrugged, he snapped his fingers, and Glokus, who was on the side, dragged a complete elven ranger's body out of the forest. Tyrion picked up the bone cleaver and suture again. Turned his head and looked at Serent, who was standing on the side:

"Go put on your clothes, you are just dead, and you don't like naked perverts..."

"Then come to help! There are many things to do!"

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