Tyrion was sitting on the broken steps of the rooftop of the Dark Temple. In front of him, Yrel, who was wearing black heavy armor, was half-kneeling there. His black gauntlets were spread out, and there were more than a dozen purple-black fragments in his hands.
Tyrion reached out and picked up a piece. The power of darkness contained in these fragments was very strong, but also very strange. This was the remnant of the power of the void. After watching Yrel's memory, the death knight finally understood the darkness.
The source of the void power in the temple.
Faced with Tyrion's question, the new death knight hesitated and nodded.
"This is all I found. Maybe there are some leftovers in other places, Karabo... The Dark Temple is so big that it's hard for me to find all the pieces by myself."
"kindness"
Tyrion nodded. He looked at the fragments in his hands. These were the fragments left after the collision between Dark Nalukara and the Dark Temple 10 years ago. According to Yrel's memory, Kara should have been killed by Velen in the collision.
The holy light shattered the form, and its fragments filled with the power of the void were scattered everywhere.
But its consciousness has died, so even though the temple is filled with the power of the void, there is no whisper that corrupts the soul.
Tyrion knew very well that he had to clean up these fragments in the shortest possible time. Once the void got involved, it would cause endless troubles.
"How's the combat training going?"
Tyrion threw the void fragments found by Yrel into a special box, and turned to look at the Draenei death knight in front of him. The latter was not yet used to the heavy armor on his body, and faced Tyrion's question,
Yirel was silent for a moment and replied softly:
"Mr. Grokush said that I am very talented, but I still need more practical practice."
"Of course you're talented, girl."
Tyrion stood up and patted Yrel on the shoulder:
"You are the knight I awakened with my own hands. My death energy flows in your body. The most important thing is that you can use them without any obstacles. In just 2 days, you have learned most of the death knight's combat skills. This
His talent makes everyone jealous."
This straightforward appreciation surprised the Draenei death knight. She raised her head and glanced at Tyrion, then quickly lowered her head, like a timid hamster. There was a certain kind of feeling between her and Tyrion.
The special intimacy and the death energy from the same source are affecting her rational judgment, but for Tyrion, this is not a trouble.
"Tell me, girl."
Tyrion whispered into Yrel's ear:
"Do you hate Viren?"
This question made Yrel's body tremble.
"I hate him!"
Yrel's voice didn't change much, but the disgust and hatred contained in it made Tyrion narrow his eyes.
"Perhaps the fall of Karabor has nothing to do with Velen. I also know very well that Velen is not a god and he cannot save all the Draenei."
Yirel clenched his fists and whispered:
"But he can't escape his responsibilities. His weakness allows the orcs to massacre us unscrupulously. He clearly has the power to reverse everything, but he just believes in the weak "peace". He cowardly believes that the draenei can
He lived in peace with the orcs, even after the orcs massacred Ambori Village, he still believed that there was a possibility of peace talks between the two sides..."
"Samaro's tragic death should have completely woken me up!"
Yrel's voice became gritted, and Tyrion knew that Samaru was Yrel's best friend, and that poor Draenei girl died in the orcs' massacre of Yrel's hometown, Ambori Village.
"But I was deceived by Velen. I foolishly believed in Velen's promise. I foolishly believed that he could protect us! He let everyone down! The massacre of Karabor, the fall of Shattrath... all of this,
It’s all because of Velen! He is the culprit! If he could be firmer and rely on the power of the draenei, the orcs wouldn’t be afraid at all!”
"That damn coward! I will find him, I will question him...I will kill him!"
Around Yrel's body, the rioting power of death wrapped around her body. After the hatred of the soul was triggered, the dark red light in the eyes of the death knight began to shine, and as her voice became hoarse, her soul
They also began to howl, and the power of death even formed a cold storm around the two people.
"Enough!"
Tyrion put his hand on Yrel's cheek. This action cut off the flow of death energy in Yrel's body, and also made Yrel, who was about to be lost in death, completely wake up.
She took two steps back with some fear. In the past two days, Tyrion and Grokush had clearly told her about the terrible consequences of a death knight being lost in death.
"Changing emotions are your advantage, Yrel. It allows you to use your own power more skillfully and allows you to see the truth of the facts more clearly."
"But it is also your shackles, suppressing your anger, binding your hatred, turning them into the strength for you to move forward, and then waiting for the right time to burst them out..."
Tyrion reached out and brushed Yrel's long white hair. He looked at the broken horn on Yrel's left side and said softly:
"Don't let emotions destroy you, and sooner or later we will encounter Velen and his draenei, and by then, you can do whatever you want... Go ahead and hone your combat skills,
Soon, you will actually step onto the battlefield, don't let me down."
"As you command, great lord!"
Yrel straightened his body and responded loudly.
"Call me Tyrion."
"Yes! Mr. Tyrion! I will not let you down. With the second life I get, I will fight for the Dark Blade Knight!"
Tyrion was very satisfied with this answer. He tapped Yrel's corner with his fingers, and a stiff smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"You're so good, let's go, the future tyrant of death."
Yrel left the rooftop of the Dark Temple, and in the darkness that became quiet, Blood Watcher Nasa, wearing a leather hunting suit, appeared next to Tyrion. She leaned frivolously on a half-collapsed stone pillar.
, she chuckled and said:
"You have special expectations for her, why?"
"Because she is worthy of my expectations! The Holy Light favors her, and death will also favor her."
Tyrion whispered:
"Yrel's talent determines that sooner or later she will surpass all existing Dark Blade Knights, and even surpass me. She is my ideal death knight, with her subtle manipulation of energy, unparalleled war intuition, and extreme combat
Instinct, and above all, loyalty...the same absolute loyalty as you."
"But I know that your beloved little knight sneaked out of the Dark Temple last night. She was doing something to hide from you. Tyrion, she is different from you dead people like ice cubes. She has her own emotions.
, nearly complete emotions...she will betray you!"
Nasa said in a malicious voice, almost gritting her teeth:
"The person you think is the most loyal will sooner or later pierce your chest from behind..."
"There must be a limit to self-hypnosis! Nasa, it seems that you have fallen into some kind of boring fantasy."
The death knight snorted: "It's been two days, have you done what I asked you to do? I don't remember that the watcher's work efficiency can be so poor!"
"Tch, boring man!"
Nasa played with her fingers. Her nails were smeared red like blood. She reached out and brushed her long hair and whispered:
"At the bottom of the Dark Temple, there is a collapsed passage leading to the outside world. There are some water sources inside. Those rats are hiding there. There are many of them, but their fighting power is weak. In my opinion, they are like a group of Germans with their bodies twisted.
The Llanei...yes, they are very similar in size to the Draenei, and I don’t know how they survived here.”
Having said this, Nasa licked her plump lips with her tongue, and a touch of unique evil rippled out in the darkness:
"But their blood...is quite delicious."
"Let Yrel take those cannon fodder to catch them and bring their leader here. The Dark Temple is too big. I need some obedient servants..."
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While Tyrion was purging the Black Temple, on the distant grasslands of Nagrand, Warchief Ner'zhul finally saw the information he needed.
Woshugu, the orcs respectfully call it the "Mountain of Souls", was once the holy land of the orc shamans. This silver-gray hill with a crystal-clear appearance is like a gem exposed to the sun, and around it, the souls of the ancestors
The activities are very active. More than ten years ago, every year, the orcs would put aside their barriers and hold a grand ceremony called "Keshhag Ceremony" in front of the holy land.
Unfortunately, the inner story hidden in the Holy Land is very cruel. This secret has been concealed for many years, until now, it was exposed to Ner'zhul.
"Great Chief! This is a holy place, we can't..."
In front of the indifferent Ner'zhul, the fearless Grom Hellscream seemed a little at a loss. The two of them were standing in front of the huge mountain of souls, Washugu, where the senior orc shaman was
They set restrictions and did not allow anyone to disturb the peace of the ancestors.
But the news he received from Tyrion was so terrifying that Ner'zhul finally made up his mind.
"Break it open! Grommash, believe me, this is necessary!"
Regardless of his weak body, the war chief personally grabbed a war hammer, took two steps forward, and slammed it on the wooden railing blocking his progress. When Grom saw this, he also raised his blood
roar.
In less than 2 minutes, the road ahead was cleared. Ner'zhul grabbed his staff. He took a deep breath, with a trace of worry and stubbornness in his eyes. He looked back at Grom and whispered.
:
"You can stay here, Grommash, or you can come with me. Someone told me that there is a real secret hidden inside the sacred Washugu, which is related to the survival of this world and the orc civilization. I must go in and see
Look! Even if it hurts our ancestors, we won’t hesitate!”
The chief of the Warsong Clan is a true warrior, but there is no need to say more about his inner admiration for his ancestors. Seeing Ner'zhul striding into the interior of the Mountain of Souls, Grom gritted his teeth and followed suit.
Go in.
This passage leading to the interior of the Holy Mountain does not seem to be naturally formed. For hundreds of years, the respect for their ancestors has prevented the orcs from entering here. Ner'zhul and Grom were almost the first batch to enter Washu'gul.
of orcs.
"These pictures...how do they look like the work of the Draenei?"
A beating spark appeared in front of Ner'zhul, and the power of the elements illuminated the deep darkness for the two of them. Grom used the firelight to look at both sides of the oval passage, the walls that were neither iron nor wood.
When he saw the weathered murals, he asked in a low voice:
"Does the Holy Mountain have anything to do with the Draenei?"
Ner'zhul did not answer, and everything around him made his will become colder and colder. Tyrion was right, indeed, the secrets of the Draenei were hidden in their holy mountain.
But in his heart, the warchief absolutely did not want what Tyrion told him to come true. He almost forced himself to move forward. The world of the orcs had reached a dying place. In order to make up for the heinous crimes he had committed, he must see this secret with his own eyes.
!
The passage inside the Mountain of Souls was winding. Ner'zhul and Grom advanced in the darkness for nearly 10 minutes before they saw a strange light. When they walked into the light, what they saw was a field of Drai.
The unique crystal and metal decorations of the Ni people. Inside the holy mountain, the rays of light from the sun shone through the glass into this small space. The reflected light made Ner'zhul and Grom stunned at the same time.
In situ.
They raised their heads and saw thousands of orc souls suspended in the air of this space, and in the center of these souls was a floating monster!
It was a monster filled with deep and cold darkness. It had no body, just like an elemental creature. It had an ever-changing body and two claw-like fingers. Purple-black lightning surged on the surface of its body, making this creature
The small area became weird and abnormal, and the space here became extremely fragile. New souls were sucked in here every minute and every second.
And in the unconscious murmur of this monster, the light belonging to the void beat in the air behind its shoulders, like a dark crown.
What Ner'zhul and Grom couldn't accept the most was that along with the breathing-like rhythm of this dark monster, the souls of the orcs suspended in the sky were absorbed into the monster's body as if they were being swallowed.
inside.
It's like being eaten...
"Bang"
The Thousand Soul Staff in Ner'zhul's hand fell to the ground. The last hope in his eyes had been shattered, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only a cold body. Standing next to him, he was helpless to any opponent.
The feared Grom Hellscream was so cold that he had to rely on his battle ax to support his body.
