In the early morning of the next day, Tyrion stood on the top of the dead Hellfire Fortress. As he watched, the Draenei spaceship roared like a red gem suspended in the sky and rushed into the sky at high speed.
, and soon turned into a red light spot and disappeared.
Rogelio stood beside him. Unlike Tyrion, who was staring at the sky, Rogge's eyes stayed on the lowest cage of Hellfire Fortress. He whispered:
"What do you want these demons for? Haven't you already done experiments on them?"
The death knight asked doubtfully: "The souls of these demons have fled back to the Twisting Nether, and their bodies have been infected by evil energy and cannot be recruited."
"Of course I know that demons cannot become undead. There are many choices in their lives, but death is not an option for them. I want these demons to have other uses. Follow me, Rogge, and you will soon be able to
See our latest research results.”
Tyrion shook his chin at Rogelio and motioned for him to follow. The two of them walked side by side on the road leading to the lowest cage. When there was no one in the room, Lord Darkblade asked in a low voice:
"How was it? What was the result of the investigation?"
Rogelio's eyes flashed and he lowered his voice:
"He is very weak. It seems that the draenei were able to defeat the demons because he made certain sacrifices. But even when he was extremely weak, I could still feel death in my body when I shook hands with him.
The energy is trembling endlessly, and some of its presence in the body of the Fear Prophet means that he may still have some trump cards in his hand."
"Is that so?"
Tyrion shook his head regretfully: "What a pity, we lost one of the best opportunities."
"So, you have never given up on turning that terrifyingly powerful prophet into one of us?"
Rogelio narrowed his eyes and said:
"Isn't this a little too crazy? If he misses a little, the holy light spurting out from his body is enough to burn any death knight to ashes!"
"The brighter the light, the darker the shadow behind it."
The Lord Death Knight waved his finger in the darkness, and the tightly closed door in front of him slowly opened. When he stepped into the door full of weird smells, Tyrion whispered:
"Imagine how much the Holy Light cares for Velen. Once he falls into death, I will instantly gain enough power to sweep both worlds. Bronze dragon? Demon? Oh, Death Knight Velen or Archlich Velen
, he will easily crush the throats of each of them, but unfortunately... in a short time, it is estimated that it will be difficult to find such a good opportunity."
"I think we should focus more on things that are easy to achieve."
Probably slightly shocked by Tyrion's fantasy, Rogelio said dryly after a moment:
"For example, we can find a way to open the large tomb under Teledor. From what I saw last night, at least more than a thousand warriors who died fighting against demons are buried there, as well as countless civilians. If we can get there, we can
There will be an extra legion in no time!"
“No rush there!”
Tyrion waved his hand, he stopped and looked back at Rogge:
"In Shattrath City, Velen told me that as long as he is still in Draenor, we will not be allowed to recruit Draenei death knights. And since we can't face this powerful prophet head-on, we have to put it aside."
There is only one thing that matters most to us!"
A darkness flashed in the death knight's eyes:
"Find a way to drive Velen out of Draenor...or send him out! Don't worry, Rogge, I'm already thinking of ways to advance this matter. Maybe after the war is over, we can see the outcome.
"
"Wow!"
Another heavy steel gate was pulled by the mechanism and rose in front of the two people. This was the large cage at the bottom of the Hellfire Fortress. The moment he stepped into the cage, Rogge heard a huge vibration and vibration coming from the underground.
Roar.
"Rat! Rat! My blood belongs only to me..."
It was a roar shouted in jerky orc language, low and full of noise. The death knight took a thousand steps forward, leaned on the railing and looked down. He could see that on the circular earth at the bottom, water was drawn from the ground.
The huge magic power filled the violet sealing circle carved on the ground, and in the giant magic circle was the abyss lord sent from Teledor.
This giant demon is wrapped with purple light all over its body, like scorching light cords, tightly binding it in the magic circle. On the edge of the magic circle, dozens of arakkoa warlocks are surging with dark magic power.
Together they maintain the operation of the magic circle.
The blood mage Autumn stood in front of the abyss lord Magtheridon. He shook his fingers, and streaks of hot dark green blood and liquid as hot as magma burst out from the abyss lord's wounds and wrapped around his fingers.
, and then quickly put into closed containers.
This process obviously does not make people feel happy. Even a rough-skinned demon will feel extreme pain when his blood is forcibly extracted.
Seeing Tyrion and Rogelio walking down the stairs, the busy blood mage coldly greeted them.
Unlike the sociable Severn, the young blood mage Autumn's personality is more like that of a mage in the traditional sense, cold, focused, and not very concerned about external things. He previously studied the mysteries of Draenor in the Faralon Plains.
The source of life, and Rogelio have been partnered for 2 years, and the two of them are quite familiar with each other.
"Where is Severn?"
Tyrion looked around for a week and asked: "Shouldn't he be here to study the mystery of demon blood with you?"
Faced with this question, the cold Autumn replied without raising his head:
"He went to the Arak Peaks. The demon's attack unexpectedly destroyed some areas of the Arak Peaks. The excavation site on the north side of the Tongtian Peak was also seriously damaged. However, it is said that the arakkoa people found some very important things from the ruins.
Something important, so Severn rushed there to check it out."
This news made Tyrion raise his eyebrows, and a touch of joy shone in his eyes, but soon, he focused his attention on the blood mage in front of him again, and asked:
"So, how is the research on demon blood going?"
When he talked about his work, Autumn seemed to be a different person. He raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and said to Tyrion and Rogge:
"I have conducted experiments using the cooled blood left by Agona, and inoculated the walking corpses, undead infantry and lower-level knights with demonic blood, and the results... how should I put it?"
Autumn tried to use a word to describe his experiment, but in the end, he stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and said to the two people:
"You'd better see for yourselves."
As he spoke, under the call of the blood mage, an orc zombie without intelligence, an undead infantry with weak intelligence, and a lower-level death knight wearing armor stood in front of Tyrion. Autumn took the
He picked up three bottles of medicine and threw them to the three undead in front of him. He explained to the great lord and Rogge:
"This is a primary demon blood potion that has been diluted 10 times. With their physical activity, they cannot withstand pure undiluted demon blood."
After speaking, he turned to look at the three undead in front of him and gave the order coldly:
"Drink it!"
Three different undead obeyed the order. The unintelligent zombie drank the potion stiffly, the undead infantry was more skillful in its movements, and the lower-level death knight hesitated, but under Tyrion's gaze, he still drank the potion.
Drink the green potion in one gulp.
A few seconds later, the three undead reacted with demonic blood at the same time.
The muscles all over the weakest zombie began to surge, as if its body was forcibly pulled up by a hand's height. Its originally dim eyes also turned red, and its fragile body was struggling. Terry
Ang Neng could clearly feel that the weak death energy in the zombie's body was stimulated by the power contained in the demon blood, and was running rampant inside the zombie's body.
If it weren't for the pressure from the high-level undead that prevented it from moving, it would probably violently destroy everything in front of it.
The situation of the undead infantry is similar to that of the walking zombies. Its body has also been strengthened, and the death energy in its body is stirring. However, its slightly complete soul has not become chaotic because of this. It can be seen that under the stimulation of the demon blood, it can still
Control your own weak wisdom instead of being dominated by the crazy desire for destruction like the brainless zombies.
As for the lower-level death knight, his condition is the most stable. His body is strengthened by the magic blood, causing his muscles to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his complete soul is enough to suppress the restlessness of internal energy, and he still maintains consciousness, and his eyes appear.
There was a hint of confusion, but calm soon returned.
This situation lasted until 5 minutes later, when the strengthening time was over, the body of the brainless zombie shook with a rattling sound, and then it seemed to have lost all support and collapsed to the ground. Its weak soul had already
Dissipated.
Undead Infantry fares better, but it's noticeably weaker, while lower level Death Knights are not affected at all.
"So, you also saw it."
Autumn spread his hands and said to Tyrion and Rogelio:
"Drinking demon blood will stimulate both the body and the soul. The mutation of the orcs after drinking demon blood fully illustrates this point. There is only one factor that limits this strengthening effect, and that is the activity of the body. After death, death
The energy nourishes the bodies of the undead, allowing our bodies to still maintain sufficient activity, but compared to living people, our ability to withstand demonic blood has obviously dropped a lot."
"The walking zombies simply cannot withstand this kind of stimulation. Even diluted medicine will make them go crazy, and then they will "die" again after their physical activity and soul integrity are completely destroyed!"
The blood mage increased his voice:
"I will die forever and cannot be drafted again."
"kindness"
Rogelio watched this scene completely. He stepped forward and looked at the undead for a moment, and then said in a deep voice:
"The physical activity and soul strength of the undead infantry are stronger than those of the walking zombies, so they can actually withstand the strengthening of the demon blood repeatedly, right?"
"right!"
Autumn nodded:
"Theoretically, this is true, but the premise is that they cannot drink demon blood too frequently. Doing so will quickly consume the physical activity of the undead infantry and will not be nourished by the death energy. After 3-5 times at most, they will
They will still die, but if they adapt to this kind of stimulation, they will have a small chance of mutating... Just like the orcs who drank the magic blood, they will become stronger and more violent!"
"Pa"
There was a snap of fingers, and a twisted figure stood up from the corner of the cage. Under Autumn's order, he walked in front of Tyrion and Rogelio. It was a Draenei undead infantry, but at this time its
The skin has turned light green, and there are black bone spurs on both arms, shoulders, and back. There are also weak bone spurs on the fists. The muscles are very developed, and the strength of the soul is stronger than that of ordinary undead infantry.
powerful.
But its soul is very violent...it takes a little effort to control it.
"This is the only one that survived among the 50 test subjects I tested last night!"
The blood mage looked at the mutated undead infantry in front of him with the eyes of a white mouse, and he said softly:
"It withstood the strengthening of diluted medicine 7 times, and then became what it is now. Not only was it not defeated by the side effects of the demon blood, but it became stronger. I call it...the demon blood infantry!"
"50:1?"
Tyrion looked at the weird undead infantry in front of him, and finally nodded: "Very good results, I can accept this ratio!"
"This is not the final result yet! My lord."
Autumn casually picked up a small bottle of viscous dark green liquid from the table and added some weird things to it to make the liquid boil again, like boiling water. He handed the cup to
Silent Lower Knight:
"Drink it! Knight... If you are lucky enough, you will become stronger! You will break through the shackles that restrict you and become a noble high-level knight!"
Autumn was good at tempting the lower-level knights. The cunning blood mage did not tell the result of the failure. In fact, there is no need to say more. The fate of the brainless zombies who were completely dead and began to emit the smell of corpses has already been explained.
everything.
But the lower-level death knight already had his own will, and he seemed very hesitant when faced with this choice.
Tyrion looked at the lower knight, a glimmer of expectation flashed in his eyes, and he whispered:
"Drink, knight, and break all shackles before my gaze..."
