This is the first time Tyrion has touched another soul with his own.
After he became a death knight, the increasing death energy was constantly nourishing his body, and the dark power from the blasphemous seal was nourishing his soul all the time. The completely corrupted holy light and holy objects exploded into unimaginable energy.
The pure darkness of Tyrion's body had expanded to the extreme when he held the Seal of Blasphemy.
Many times, he will feel that this body can no longer bear more death energy, just like a water bottle filled with water. If there is more, the body will burst. In this case, he has no choice but to
Not using the growing energy of death to nourish the incomplete soul caused Tyrion's soul to become increasingly powerful.
Although part of his soul was permanently left in the Abyss of Azeroth at the moment of his death, under the nourishment of darkness, the pain caused by the loss of the soul was being eliminated bit by bit.
Like a scab on a wound, this will no longer be his fatal wound.
One day, Tyrion will retrieve the fragments of his soul and make himself whole again, but at least for now, facing the already weak soul of the Draenei woman in front of him, Tyrion will hardly waste time.
The power of blowing ashes invades the inside of this soul.
In front of the death knight, the light danced and swept everything. The moment the light dissipated, an illusory battlefield emerged in front of his eyes, with lifelike killing sounds, the sound of weapons clashing, and the wails of the injured, that kind of
The air that was sucked into the nostrils was so burning and filled with the smell of blood. The vivid sense of being alive made it difficult for the death knight to adapt.
"Is this your most vivid memory?"
The death knight raised his head. The tall walls around him were filled with some kind of gorgeous architectural style, dotted with various crystals and blue energy. Although they had completely changed, Tyrion could still distinguish clearly. This should be 10
The Black Temple years ago, the draenei city of Karabor.
In front of the Death Knight, a woman wearing a white sacrificial robe was screaming and running away. Her tail was swinging behind her, which represented her panic state of mind. Behind her, there were several Draenei children following her.
Running away, the woman held a golden priest's staff in her hand, and behind her were two orcs with weapons and ferocious faces.
"Don't come here! Don't come here!"
Seeing that the pursuers behind her were getting closer and closer to her, the Draenei woman turned around suddenly, clenched her staff with both hands, and defended herself in front of several frightened children.
Although there was still a trace of unconcealed fear in her eyes, facing the extremely vicious orcs, she gritted her teeth and called for strength. The next moment, the scorching holy light flew out of her palm and pierced through her body like a sharp arrow.
The chest of an orc.
As the blood splattered, another orc was enraged. He roared and rushed towards the panicked woman. The latter tightly protected the children behind her. When the orc's battle ax was chopped down, a layer of
A solid holy light shield blocked the woman's eyes. With the waving of her fingers and a scream, a condensed holy light war hammer fell from the sky, smashing the orc's head with ease.
This scene made Tyrion's eyes twitch. Judging from her panic expression, this woman had almost zero combat experience, but just by the intensity of the holy light she waved, it could be seen that the Delai before her was
Nigerian women are definitely not ordinary people.
Coupled with the lines of holy light that appear from time to time on this woman's forehead, her identity is obvious.
"You should be a Holy Light elect..."
Tyrion pursed his lips. The Chosen of the Holy Light played a very important role in the Draenei group. The relationship between this race and the Holy Light was far closer than the relationship between the human Paladins and the Holy Light. They could even be called
As a race of Holy Light, among the Draenei, those favored by the Holy Light often choose to become priests or defenders. This is the power system of the Draenei.
The Draenei woman in front of me should be a priest apprentice at Karabor Temple. Judging from her connection with the Holy Light, she definitely has a bright future.
"Sister, we are so scared."
After killing the orcs, the woman knelt weakly on the ground, and several children hugged her and cried. Obviously, the sudden invasion of the orcs left the draenei defenseless. Tyrion followed the perspective of this memory and looked,
Outside the Black Temple, tens of thousands of orcs roared and rushed towards the hastily formed defense line of the draenei.
Farther away, Gul'dan and his Shadow Council were using evil spells to summon demons, and the orcs also drove huge siege weapons, constantly attacking the war-torn city in front of them, burning them to death.
Red iron balls were flying in the air, and the outskirts of the city had become a hell.
The steps of the Karabor Temple were filled with Draenei guards wearing crystal-embellished armor. These tall warriors wielded warhammers and heavy swords, struggling to resist the tide of orc attacks.
The Draenei are tall and powerful. They are not inferior to the orcs. In addition, there are a large number of priests in the Karabor Temple. These priests who are skilled in the Holy Light skill are constantly healing the defenders.
Due to their injuries, coupled with the narrow entrance to Karabor Temple, for a while, the draenei relied on their inferior numbers to block the orcs' attack.
And above their heads, on the large platform of the Karabor Temple, an old Draenei man wearing a red and white robe, with a white beard and a strong holy light surging on his forehead was holding a staff and calling out to him.
Next, a layer of holy light shield covering the entire Karabor Temple was propped up. The hellfire summoned by the warlocks hit the shield. The demons were easily purified by the scorching holy light, while the magic thrown by the warlocks only
It can make this holy light shield ripple.
This old Draenei man with white hair and beard almost blocked the indiscriminate bombardment of the orc warlocks by himself.
"The Prophet is with us..."
Seeing the golden shield of holy light above her head being propped up, the weak Draenei woman seemed to have found some confidence. She stood up and took the children into the upper level of the Karabor Temple. It was a huge square.
It was already full of people taking refuge.
She stood on the edge of the square, with a hint of admiration, looking at the old man standing on the edge of the square, holding up the Holy Light Shield. His no longer young body was like a city wall, blocking all disasters in front of him.
, as long as he is around, Karabor will not fall.
"Lord Velen, I praise you for your kindness."
From Tyrion's perspective, he could clearly see the power of Prophet Velen. The old Draenei in front of him was almost like the incarnation of the Holy Light. When he inspired the power of the Holy Light, he was like It is a scorching sun, enough to purify all darkness.
This is definitely the most powerful mortal creature Tyrion has seen so far. His mastery of the Holy Light has entered another realm. Compared with him, the human Holy Light Knight is simply like a firefly and a firefly. The difference between Haoyue.
As for the battle in front of us, just as this Draenei woman was thinking, as long as Velen is still there, the orcs will not be able to break through Karabor's defense line. In the Holy Light Barrier propped up by the prophet, what is on the armor of the defense officers? Patterns of holy light runes appeared on all of them, making them more brave and irresistible.
This was not only a defensive barrier, but also a strengthened barrier. Encircled by the holy light barrier, the defense officers even launched a wave of counterattacks and drove out all the orcs who rushed up the stairs.
Of course, this is because the orcs have not yet drank the blood of demons, and their strength and violent posture are far inferior to those of the orcs who invaded Azeroth.
"The Holy Light protects the Draenei and Karabor will not fall!"
The prophet's voice rang in the square, inspiring his people, and in the prophet's call, the Draenei woman, who was the protagonist of memory, also took up arms again, and under the inspiration of the holy light, stepped into the front line. On the battlefield, at this time, the orc vanguard was on the verge of collapse.
"We will win!"
Tyrion heard the woman's murmur, and the death knight shook his head. These Draenei were brave enough, but unfortunately, they still lost.
"call"
The moment the woman stepped into the battlefield, a strange roar sounded in the sky. As the woman raised her head, Tyrion also looked at the sky, where a dark light covered the sun, like It was like a dark star that suddenly appeared in the sky.
She was terrified, she didn't know what it was, and deep down in her heart, she felt an unparalleled threat. Her instinct urged her to run away. It seemed that the end would come in the next moment. She even heard the prophet's voice with a hint of fear. cry.
"No! Kara!"
"boom"
The light of darkness fell from the sky. From the woman's perspective, she saw the prophet remove the barrier, gather all the power of the holy light together, and turn it into a golden light beam that hit the sky. It collided with the dark light beam, creating a shock wave. It even tore the sky apart, dark and terrifying cracks shone in the sky, and the distorted light shrouded the sky in an ominous gray color.
The dark meteor fell following the light of darkness. The prophet's counterattack failed to break the dark light pillar. In the horrified voice of the draenei, the meteor fell from the sky and hit the center of the Karabor Temple.
"boom"
The woman's body was blown up like a fallen leaf in the wind, spinning hard in the air, and finally hit the ground like a stone. The pain made her open her mouth and spit out blood. She looked around in panic, bravely The Vindicator and her colleagues lay in the dark ruins, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and in her vision that had begun to waver, those mad orcs rushed into the temple's stairs brandishing weapons.
The woman felt herself being roughly picked up from the ground, and she resisted desperately. The next moment, a cold blade pierced her abdomen, and she was thrown to the ruins. In the last twists and turns of her life, what she saw
They are the corpses in the ruins. Those children, the children she protected, are like broken dolls, they have completely lost their young lives.
"No...no!"
Despair enveloped the woman's mind like a tide of darkness. She raised her head with difficulty and saw the prophet hurriedly escaping from the ruins under the protection of the defender. Velen's leaving figure gave the woman her last hope.
She was also shattered. At the moment when the darkness completely overwhelmed her soul, all the emotions in her heart burst out at this moment.
"Velan...liar!"
"Buzz"
The scene in front of Tyrion's eyes changed, and the entire memory turned gray, like a black and white silent film. He saw the woman standing alone in front of a tombstone. It was a younger version of her, with tears in her eyes.
, finger slides on the tombstone.
"Samaro, I miss you so much..."
"No!"
Tyrion wanted to continue watching, but the dark energy he poured into the corpse filled the weak soul, making her become manic. An invisible push pushed Tyrion out of the woman's memory.
, the death knight opened his eyes and saw the Draenei woman sitting up from the sarcophagus.
Her dark red eyes still shone with the fear and hatred she had before her death. That kind of weakness and incompetence made her very angry. She still retained the habit of her life and tried to breathe, but soon she realized that for the dead,
In other words, this is a meaningless behavior.
She raised her hand and subconsciously touched the scar on her abdomen. Under the influence of the death energy, the wound had been slowly repaired. For this sudden resurrection, the Draenei woman was obviously still in a state of confusion.
state, but in Tyrion's perception, the death energy he input into the corpse has begun to rotate autonomously under the influence of instinct.
This made Tyrion surprised by the talent of the woman in front of him. She was indeed a former chosen one of the Holy Light. Her manipulation of energy was already comparable to that of veteran death knights like Luminas.
But Tyrion still had one last question. He reached out and pulled the naked female Draenei death knight out of the sarcophagus. The latter stood on the ground, staggered, and half-knelt on the ground.
Ryan knelt down, stretched out his fingers, and lifted the woman's chin. He looked into those dark red eyes full of confusion, and asked in a low voice:
"So, tell me, Knight, who are you?"
The memory of the resurrected death knight was confused, but because she was resurrected with the help of Tyrion's death energy, she had a natural sense of dependence on the elf death knight in front of her. This question made her blink.
After blinking for a moment, she rubbed her forehead and replied in a hoarse voice.
"My...if I remember correctly, my name is...my name is Yrel."
