The leader of the Lost, who was tied up in chains, was roughly thrown on the steps of the broken rooftop of the Dark Temple.
Yrel stepped forward, bowed to Tyrion in front of her, and said in a deep voice:
"With your will, Great Lord, the rats in the sewers have been cleaned up. We also found hundreds of hidden Kuaikara fragments. After collecting these fragments, the void power of the Dark Temple will gradually dissipate, but
This takes time."
"Well done, Yrel."
Tyrion turned back, looked at the tied prisoner, and then focused on the death knight in front of him. He rubbed his chin, and finally waved his hand:
"These fragments are useless if they are left here with me, Yrel. As a former chosen one of the Holy Light, you can activate the dark power in them, right?"
"Just a little bit, the void power in Kara's fragments can be absorbed in the same way that I once served Naaru."
Yrel stretched out her hand, and the purple-black crystal fragments in her palms were suspended. The purple energy flowed between the death knight's fingers, like snakes with self-will. Soon, they were re-injected into the crystal fragments.
middle.
The Draenei death knight threw the fragments in her hand up and down, and she answered without any concealment:
"But absorbing too much power will make the soul feel the corrosion of the void. If it is only used for combat for a short time, there is no problem at all."
"Very good! It seems that these fragments are still useful."
A trace of curiosity flashed in Tyrion's eyes, but it was fleeting. His fingers jumped:
"Go to Ella and tell that idle dwarf to stop playing her "adventure" game and ask her to find a way to put the fragments into your weapons and armor. This is your unique power. You have to use it well.
it."
"As you command, great lord!"
Yrel nodded, but the next moment, Tyrion's fingers flicked on her broken horn, and the death knight shook his head:
"Call me Tyrion, you forgot again."
"Ah! Yes, Mr. Tyrion."
Yireli suddenly grabbed his wrist with some restraint, as if he had made a mistake, and lowered his head in shame, swinging his tail behind him at a very high frequency. This emotional death knight still stubbornly retained the emotions he had during his lifetime.
Some habits, such as becoming quite "shy" after making a mistake, make Tyrion very interesting. In his life now, this kind of fun is rare.
"Then go ahead and leave some time for me and Mr. Akama. We have some things to talk about."
Yrel quickly left the rooftop, and the atmosphere here became gloomy again. The death knight strolled up to the tied up lost person. Akama stood there without saying a word. The lost person and the one he was tied up with
The people he leads are the same, with hideous faces and shrunken bodies.
But unlike other lost people who are as timid as a mouse, Akama still has a trace of his own persistence in his blue eyes. Even after being twisted, his will is still clear.
"Archbishop of the Council of Carabor, Akama..."
Tyrion sat on the stone in front of Akama. He propped up his hands and looked at the leader of the Lost Ones in front of him. He whispered:
"Can you tell me how you went from being a tall Draenei to what you are like now, and how you survived the battle of Karabor's fall? I'm very curious."
"It seems that Yrel has told you a lot of things."
Akama moved his body, and the chains that tied him rattled in the air. He looked at the death knight in front of him with a critical look, and asked:
"Before I tell my story, I want to ask you more, what did you do to Yrel? The child's spirit and will are two extremes compared to when she was alive. She was once so kind...
"
"She is dead! Mr. Akama died in the battle when Karabor fell. Before she died, her faith was shattered. The leader she admired most abandoned her. Everything she desperately wanted to protect was destroyed.
Turned to ashes before her eyes... After being reborn, isn't it inevitable that poor little Yrel will change?"
Tyrion stretched out his fingers and clasped Akama's chain. The crystal ice quickly covered the entire chain. With a flick of the death knight's finger, the strong chain suddenly tore apart, accompanied by the sound of ice.
Destroyed, it hit the ground in the form of fragments. The death knight patted Akama on the shoulder and said softly:
"Look, what else can you ask of a dead man?"
"Velan...is it really he who changed everything?"
Akama, who had regained his freedom, moved his wrist and silently recited the name. It contained a profound meaning, including hatred and regret.
"Okay, tell me your story."
Tyrion interrupted Akama's memories. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the leader of the Lost in front of him. He asked:
"What exactly changed you?"
"It's the red plague...the malice that breeds in this world. The orcs call them the "Red Death", but I think it may be more because we have lost our faith! We have lost the will to persevere, the Holy Light
No longer sheltering us, after the Karabor War ended, after the orcs left with blood all over their bodies, we walked out of the sewers where we were hiding, saw the ignited city, and saw the ground covered with the power of the void, many
People are going crazy..."
"The red plague also broke out at that time..."
Akama told his past in a calm voice, as if it was not his tragic story. He said softly:
"I tried my best to protect them, but it was useless. The dual torture of losing faith and the red plague was much more terrifying than I imagined. Without the Holy Light, we cannot fight against the void. The entire Shadowmoon Valley has been destroyed, and there are orcs everywhere.
, we can only continue to hide here... It's like a nightmare, and when we open our eyes, everything has changed."
"So, it was the void and the plague that twisted you?"
Tyrion rubbed his chin, but his guess was denied by Akama.
"No, not entirely. The void and plague are just inducements... It's more about the mind. The Draenei are a strange race. They are extremely good at manipulating energy, but they are also easily infected by energy. In our hometown of Argus
, the Draenei who have accepted the evil energy will become evil eredar demons, and we, we are just another result of the evolution of this energy."
"Without the protection of the Holy Light, our skin becomes loose and our limbs begin to shrink. Some people are unable to maintain clear thinking. They will fall into a panic of losing protection, causing their bodies to begin to twist, and eventually become a
A monster whose body is covered with tumors would be a more tragic ending. They are the lost ones...and we, we call ourselves the broken ones."
Akama looked at his shrunken hands and whispered:
"Not only was the body broken, but the soul was also broken, and the poor man lost everything."
"Tsk, that sounds really miserable."
Tyrion responded dryly, and then asked another question:
"So, those corpses collected in the Dark Temple were made by you, right? Why did you do this? This is a big project, especially for poor people like you whose bodies are beginning to become distorted."
"We have to do this!"
Akama opened his arms, the shabby bishop's robe spread out behind him, and he said in a deep voice:
"I have to find something for my people to do. Containing corpses is a painful process, but it will remind them of the days when they were draenei, so that they will not continue to fall in fear, and let them retain their emotions.
Cherish life, but even so, every year, every year I personally execute many lost people with broken wills, but the world is so cruel, what else can we do except endure?"
"I will tell them that every day is a new day, every day represents new hope, I will teach them to persist, I will teach them to endure, but this lie!"
Akama's voice became intense:
"This lie! I don't know how long I will stick to this lie... We have lost our faith, we have lost ourselves, we have lost everything... Sometimes I can't bear to see my ugly reflection in the water.
I always take up arms, but every time before cutting my own throat, I think of these poor people who are protected by me...I can't give up on them."
"Both Velen and the Holy Light have given up on us, but we can't give up on ourselves..."
"Why don't you go find Viren?"
The corner of Tyrion's mouth curled up, and he said meaningfully: "I believe that with Velen's good old character, he will accept you, even if you have become another kind of creature, he may still pray for the Holy Light to heal you.
you."
"Asshole! Do you know Velen well?"
This thought came to Akama's heart. He looked at Tyrion angrily and asked:
"You have never met him at all. Everything you know about Delaney was told by Yrel. You have no idea what kind of disaster Velen's cowardice has brought to us! Oh my God! I once said
Trust him so much! I'm so blind!"
"He will only run away, taking everyone with him! When he can't escape, he will choose to give up, ah, great sacrifice, hell! Why doesn't he sacrifice himself!"
"Quiet!"
Tyrion's fingers pressed on Akama's shoulder. The next moment, the icy cold wind blew Akama's body, causing his anger to be frozen in an instant. At this time, Akama realized
Realize what kind of evil guy is in front of you.
"Quiet, my friend... I hate noise!"
The death knight put his finger to his mouth and made a silent movement. He stood up and walked back and forth in the surrounding open space several times. Finally, he looked back at Akama and whispered:
"I can allow you to continue living in the Dark Temple. Anyway, you have nowhere to go. I drove you to Shadowmoon Valley now, just to let you die. But this is not without conditions. I need you to work for my Dark Blade.
Order service..."
"Another idiot trying to conquer the Dark Temple!"
Akama told himself this in his heart. He stretched out his hand to wipe off the hoarfrost on his body. He looked at Tyrion and said mockingly:
"It's all the same old thing, loyalty, loyalty... You are not the first person to try to conquer the Dark Temple. Before you, the orcs, arakkoa, and ogres all sent their armies to try to occupy this temple, but guess what?
Guess what happened to them?"
"The Dark Temple will not surrender! Just like us, no one can truly conquer it. There will never be light shining in this dark temple. It will swallow you... Just like it swallowed
Everything that ever was.”
"The Ashtongue Deathsworn will only be loyal to the Black Temple itself. We will not resist your orders... We can even fight for you, but we will not give our loyalty unless... unless you can truly conquer
This temple!”
"Well, your understanding is slightly wrong, Mr. Akama."
Tyrion brushed his long hair and said nonchalantly:
"I don't need your loyalty. That thing is meaningless to the dead. I just want you to serve me and my knights. They have to fight. They can't be allowed to do chores all the time. Starting today, clean
The palace, maintaining weapons, making armor, and maintaining the magic circle will all be left to you and your Broken Ones. I don’t want to see the place where I live in as messy as a doghouse, do you understand?”
"Of course you can also think of ways to collude with other forces to drive us out. You can try as you like. Being driven away only means that we are nothing more than that. But Akama, please remember that every attempt has a price.
of!"
Tyrion leaned down and pointed his finger at Akama's heart:
"Actually, turning you into corpses can still serve me, and it may be more convenient. I don't kill you just because I am too lazy to do it. Don't take your life for granted, and don't wait until it's too late to appreciate it."
Akama felt a cold force seeping into his body, which made him subconsciously take a step back. As he said, before Tyrion, many forces who tried to enter the Dark Temple failed.
But none of them is as full of unparalleled confidence as the death knight in front of him.
"Tyrion, Ner'zhul is here again! He wants to see you!"
Grokush's voice rang in Tyrion's heart. The death knight coughed lightly and said to Akama who was standing there blankly:
"I may have said too much, but I believe that a smart person like you should know what to do... Speaking of which, without the protection of the Holy Light, you are really weak."
He flicked his fingers, thinking of Ner'zhul, and a gleam of light danced in his eyes. He examined Akama, and finally, he whispered:
"Are you interested in learning a new power? Mr. Akama, this will allow you to serve me better. After all, good slaves need to fight occasionally. Maybe you can use it to become a sewer king.
...The King of the Broken, sounds very majestic, doesn’t it?”
