Elan had a clear grasp of the situation. Under the entanglement between Ner'zhul and the weird death knight in front of him, it was difficult for him to leave with the collection smoothly. But unfortunately, he chose to counterattack a little late, and Yrel's
Stalking him relentlessly also made him ignore the real threat.
"boom"
The throbbing disgust in the passage was torn apart by the giant fist of the rock. This extremely offensive spell hit the body of Elan's magic clone hard, and the magical illusion that suffered the heavy blow dissipated instantly.
At the same time, a dazzling lightning storm fell from the sky and enveloped his body. Ner'zhul saw the opportunity and delivered a fatal blow. The lightning storm lasted for 5 seconds and completely destroyed Nielas Ai.
Lan's counterattack, after the lightning dissipated, the ghost archmage's body became extremely transparent.
Obviously, he suffered a heavy blow.
"Bang"
The cold war hammer hit Ellan's chest, and the power of the void broke the ghost mage's resistance. His ghost body was corroded almost instantly, causing the archmage to cry out in unbearable pain.
And at the next moment, five fingers tore apart the magic storm, strangled Elan's neck, and lifted him into the air. Dark red death energy rose from Elan's feet, binding his body tightly.
Up in the air, the Draenei were generally taller than humans. The tall Yrel retracted her fingers, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked straight into the ghostly archmage's dim eyes.
The wraith that was almost crushed just now has returned to its normal form, floating next to the death knight with a pale face. She looks very similar to Yrel, especially their hairstyle and the shape of their horns, which are almost exactly the same.
.
"Ahem"
Yirel coughed, looked at the archmage in front of her, and said in a deep voice:
"Mr. Tyrion asked me to tell you... the things from the Dark Blade Knights are not that easy to get."
"He also asked me to ask you, do you like this "gift" he brought?"
"That madman..."
Elain was struggling in a cage made of death energy. He was extremely angry at Tyrion's malice:
"Medivh shouldn't have let him live! I've seen it a long time ago! I saw it the first time we met! He is a madman, he is just a bastard who is afraid of chaos in the world! Isn't fate abandoning him?
It doesn’t make sense!”
"Keep these words!"
Yrel took out a black, specially made soul stone from the pocket on his waist, held it back like a dagger, and stabbed it into the ghost body of the archmage in front of him, looking at the luster of the purple psychic spell.
Wrapping around Elan's body, Yrel took a step back.
"You can tell Mr. Tyrion in person...but whether he is willing to listen is another matter."
Ner'zhul ignored the useless conversation between Yrel and Elan. He could probably guess that Tyrion had some kind of feud with the mages of Karazhan, but this act of killing someone with a borrowed knife also made the great shaman feel bad about himself.
His partners were even more worried. After gradually realizing how cold the soul under Tyrion's body was, Ner'zhul urgently discovered that he needed some means to counter Tyrion.
If you keep blindly following this death knight, the ending he and the orcs will get may not be very pleasant.
But at this moment, what makes Ner'zhul even more curious is the Draenei soul floating next to Yrel...
"Didn't Tyrion tell you about the hidden dangers of two souls coexisting in one body?"
The old shaman whispered to Yrel:
"Or did you do this without telling him? Who is this soul? Why is it worth taking such a risk?"
Yrel did not immediately answer Ner'zhul's question. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the soul beside her. The draenei soul also hugged Yrel's arm with a smile on its face. The two were dead.
The intimacy between them is surprising. They don't seem to be as cold as the Dark Blade Knights.
"Her name is Samaro, she is my best friend. We grew up together. In Ambori Village, we were like twins...Mr. Nerozhu, do you want to know why we separated?"
Yrel's voice was as cold as ice, with an undisguised malice. Ner'zhul knew the source of this malice without even guessing...
"Samaro died in the massacre of Ambori village by you bastards... One month after her death, I died in your attack on Karabo temple. We slept in darkness for 10 years.
.I have to thank you bastards for destroying Auchindoun, otherwise Samaroo's soul would have dissipated alone there, and now...now!"
The moment Yirel opened her arms, her best sister's soul seemed to have returned, and she also opened her arms to hug Yirel. The next moment, Samaro's soul disappeared like melting ice.
Entering Yrel's body felt like going home.
"Now, we are one!"
"No one can separate us!"
Two voices with different timbres said the same sentence in the same tone, like a forbidden accent. Yrel's open left eye was still dark red, but his right eye had turned into an icy blue.
Two completely different temperaments appeared in Yrel in a fused way.
It's like there are two souls, two angry, unwilling, cold, and hateful souls controlling this body.
This weird scene could scare the piss out of any ordinary person, but Ner'zhul was no ordinary person. He just paused for a moment, then picked up his steps again and walked into the storage room where no one was blocking him.
The old shaman's fingers clenched his staff tightly. He had already understood something... Since Tyrion allowed his subordinates to hate the orcs as much as they wanted, it meant that it was impossible for the Dark Blade Knights commanded by him to fight the orcs.
Have peace.
Yrel was still too immature. Induced by Ner'zhul, her hatred for the orcs made her unable to control her emotions, thus exposing Tyrion's deepest thoughts.
The orc is just a knife in his hand. After using it, it may have no value in giving up.
The moment Ner'zhul's figure disappeared into the storage room, Samaro's weak voice sounded in Yrel's heart:
"My Yrel, will this really not reveal Mr. Tyrion's plan?"
The blue in Yrel's right eye slowly disappeared and turned dark red again. She turned around and picked up the soul stone containing Elan's soul from the ground. She whispered:
"It doesn't matter, what can he do if he knows?"
"The resistance of the orcs will only make us stronger. The era of dormancy has passed, and we will never fight alone."
Except for the upper level connected to the star realm, the moment the Archmage Nielas Elan failed, the lower level Karazhan was completely destroyed. The orcs and death knights both got what they needed, and they will return with a full load.
At the moment when the door of the mage tower was pushed open by the orcs, another war was about to begin in the far northern land of this world.
"Shua"
The horses of the hurriedly escaping human knights were still running wildly, but the driver behind them had been bound by the dark red death rope and was pulled towards the slaughterers behind.
The panicked knight fell to the ground. Surrounding him were the corpses of the brothers who were patrolling together. After a spinning leap, the ordinary knight wanted to raise his head, but what he saw was a black sword that was severely chopped off.
Sharp axe.
"puff"
Blood spurted out from the headless corpse. Grokush grabbed the knight's blond hair that was dyed red by the blood, and threw the head aside casually.
Behind him, the death knights were collecting the corpses of the knights, planning to recruit more death knights.
Yes, after Tyrion took over the command of the death knights, he has given permission. Death knights will no longer be limited to orcs. Any valuable corpse, no matter what race it is, can be transformed at will.
Grokush watched with cold eyes the busy figures of the death knights who had surrendered, his gray eyes without any emotion.
In his opinion, these subordinates who originally belonged to Talon Blood Demon were no different from their stupid leader. They were weak, cunning, and had no loyalty at all. Their advancement skills were a mess, and they always wanted to use the magic of warlocks to solve everything.
Such a knight is not worthy of being absorbed into the Dark Blade Knights.
"So, this will be your final assessment!"
Seeing that the psychic circle had begun to operate, Black Hand strode forward, filling the corpses of the 15 human knights in front of him with the death energy in his hands. He looked indifferently at the death knights with their heads lowered in front of him, and he snorted:
"You heard the High Lord's order clearly when you set off. Not just any cat or dog can join the Dark Blade Knights. You have to prove your capabilities in the war! The fall of Alterac is meaningless. This
An attack on Dalaran is your last chance to prove yourself!"
"Only those who survive the cruel war are qualified to enjoy the love of death!"
Black Hand stretched out his left hand, clenched his fist, and said in a cold tone:
"The bones of those who died will be buried here, their worthless lives and failures bundled together, and they will be forgotten forever! This is the code of the Dark Blade Knights, the only commandment!"
"Who has an opinion? Speak up!"
Wherever Grokush looked, no one of the former death knights dared to look him in the eye, and no one dared to raise objections. The scene was completely silent.
Their leader, Talon, who was ambitiously planning to start a new career in Draenor. How the Blood Demon died humbly in the siege of the Darkblade Knights, these death knights saw clearly.
Blood Demon's last cry, the shameful begging for mercy, and even kneeling on the ground, failed to save his life. The great lord of the Dark Blade Knights, Tyrion. Dawn Blade, held the knife
The sword that made all the death knights tremble, in the smile of blood, chopped off the head of the blood demon without hesitation. When he lifted the head of the blood demon as a trophy, all the death knights lost the battle.
desire.
It is impossible to win... The Dark Blade Knights are the real death knights who can confront the Silver Hand head-on. As for them... they are just a group of fakes who cannot stand in the sun. The fakes must have the consciousness of fakes. Maybe there will be in the future.
One day it will become the real thing, but until then, you still have to keep your tail between your legs and be a human being.
The world of Death Knight doesn't have so many pretense, winning and losing are just so cold.
After Grokush left, the death knights began to communicate with each other, but don't expect these Blood Demon cronies to have any ideas of unity. The remaining nineteen knights of the original Shadow Council were all beheaded by Tyrion.
, just like Gul'dan, the Grand Warlock's skull contains powerful shadow magic, which can be used to do many things when necessary, so it is used as the standard equipment of the Dark Blade Knights, and the rest are
Some small shrimps.
"Bah! I was a cannon fodder under the Blood Demon, and now I am still a cannon fodder under Tyrion... Both bosses recognized my "ability", should I feel honored by this?"
A tall death knight complained to his companions. Since the Knights of Blood Demon follow the same old routine, these death knights are all human bodies. The troubles that Grokush once encountered also appeared in them.
The human body is flexible enough, but as familiar as the orc body, it is not as powerful as the orc body.
This further weakened their combat effectiveness. In fact, if they used the bodies of orcs to match the souls of orcs, the Blood Demon Knights would not be so weak.
"Come on, Bell, my brother, stop complaining..."
Another short death knight rolled his eyes. He looked left and right. The other death knights were all whispering and scolding Grokush for his cruelty, without any intention of planning for the future. This made the short death knight
The death knight is somewhat disdainful.
He turned his head and whispered to the tall death knight beside him:
"Listen to me, Bell, no matter how much we complain, some things cannot be changed. Now, except for Tyrion's Dark Blade Knights, no force will accept us. Instead of dying quietly in some ghost place
, we have to plan for the future... Believe me, the Dark Blade Knights are our best destination, and, being cannon fodder, there is actually no way to avoid it..."
This sentence made the tall death knight stunned. Most of the orcs are martial arts. Even warlocks, there are many who are not willing to think. He bent down, patted his companion on the shoulder, and said in a harsh voice:
"Turek, if you have any evil ideas, just say it. We are all from Gorgrond. We should help each other. I absolutely believe you!"
"Okay, okay, Bell, two people working together are more confident than one person."
The short death knight narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers:
"The premise is that you can be ruthless... You see, the Dark Blade Knights have made it clear that they only accept real warriors, but you and I don't want to die... Then we can only ask our former "partners",
Let’s use their brains to achieve our “braveness”.”
"You mean, kill them?"
"No! Don't be stupid, there is no point in killing each other. Listen to me, Grokush will definitely not trust us to get those damn gems, and the orcs of Grommash will not let us do anything, so
