The empty crystal cup hit the ground, and a trace of remaining demon blood stained the ground, corroding the solid stone slab with a black mark.
The low-level knight who drank the pure demonic blood felt like he had drank a mouthful of beating magma. The burning sensation rushed down his throat and into his stomach, which had lost its meaning of existence. As he approached, the explosive
The violent force crazily filled every inch of muscle in his body.
"Ahhhhh"
The death knight let out a painful cry. He curled up and fell to the ground. While rolling, it was like a thousand blades were attached to his body. Every bone seemed to have been scraped by a sharp blade, making a clicking sound.
, with the support of that kind of power, the muscles on his body expanded again, and those black bone spurs pierced the skin, spreading cold blood everywhere.
His complete soul became swaying under the impact of this violent force. He raised his fist and beat the ground crazily. With the increasingly heavier knocking sound, his dead body began to adapt to the power of the explosion.
, but in the swaying of his soul, his already inflexible thinking became more chaotic, and he gradually lost control of the death energy in his body.
The icy cold power wrapped around his spiked arms. Every time he hammered the ground, the stone slab in front of him would be smashed into cracks. Amidst the flying gravel, his consciousness became more and more confused.
The negative emotions brought about by death spread crazily in his mind, causing the calmness in his eyes to gradually transform into violence.
"Strengthened!"
Rogelio looked at the cracked stone slab, shook his head, and whispered: "He has reached the level of a high-level knight, but... his soul, he is almost lost."
"It's a shame, he's just unlucky and it doesn't look like he's going to make it."
The blood mage looked at all this indifferently and continued his explanation:
"Pure demon blood is as poisonous to lower-level knights. As long as they drink it, it will destroy their physical activity. I use demon blood and magic lotus as the main ingredients, plus some magic materials and potions so that the lower-level knights can withstand this.
It's a kind of stimulation, but the side effect is that part of the sanity will be stripped away, turning into a guy like a berserker, which can be regarded as a change of direction and enhanced strength."
"We all know that most lower-level knights are limited by incomplete souls and obscure thinking. It is difficult for them to be promoted to high-level knights. Therefore, this can be regarded as a new way for them to find a breakthrough in combat effectiveness."
"Pa"
Just when the lower knight was about to be lost in death, Tyrion stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the wrist of the violent knight, and injected the huge sea-like death energy in his body into his body, forcibly stabilizing him.
His troubled soul.
Lord Darkblade inspected the lower-level knight in front of him. It was probably due to the effect of Autumn's potion that his skin turned a strange dark red instead of the green of the orcs. The muscles all over his body bulged, and his strength was at least half higher than before.
, and those black bone spurs strengthened his physical fighting ability. The most important thing is that after enduring the ravages of the demon blood, the evil energy contained in the demon blood strengthened his physical activity.
According to Autumn's theory, this gave this lower-level knight the possibility of further promotion... Although after being stripped of his sanity, this hope of promotion was almost extinguished.
"This kind of improvement..."
Tyrion hesitated, but after a moment, he nodded:
"I can accept it, but the premise is to obtain the consent of the lower-level knights. Although their consciousness is obscure, they have recovered their ability to think. I am not willing to force my subordinates to accept this kind of huge improvement in side effects."
"You are indeed "kind"..."
A trace of disdain flashed in the blood mage's eyes, and he said with a hint of ridicule: "He can be called the most benevolent leader. I believe that if my research results are brought to Azeroth, when those humans face the threat of war,
, their king will not hesitate to let every soldier drink it..."
"So, I am not them, and I will not become them."
Tyrion stood up, and the lower-level knight who had been rescued stood up with difficulty. Due to Tyrion's intervention, his soul remained intact. He leaned over to express his gratitude to the great lord with difficulty, but the surge of power in his body
It was a bit difficult for him to control. As he staggered, the cracked stone slab under his feet suddenly shattered.
"Go back and get used to this power, knight."
Tyrion said to the embarrassed lower knight:
"By the way, bring this news back to your companions. Any low-level knight who wants to gain power can come to the blood mage Autumn... I give you the power of choice, and those who have survived the torture
The knights, I leave it to you to be the commander. Now, tell me your name! Knight."
"Semore, my name is...my name is Semore."
The orc lower knight shouted loudly: "Semore from Frostwolf!"
"Very well, Semore, I now appoint you as the commander of the first batch of Demon Blood Knights."
Tyrion nodded:
"It falls under the management of Death Lord Luminas. Now, go."
The first demon-blood knight of the Dark Blade Knights turned around and left. Tyrion looked at his back and asked in a low voice:
"Autumn, you didn't use high-level knights for experiments, did you?"
"I really want to conduct that experiment, but high-level knights are too precious, and Lord Luminas doesn't allow me to use them."
The blood mage said regretfully:
"According to my estimation, there is no doubt that high-level knights can withstand more magic blood infusion..."
"Then don't proceed!"
Tyrion said in a deep voice:
"The most important thing for high-level death knights is a complete soul and flexible thinking. One-sided strengthening of strength and weakening of wisdom does not make much sense to them. The experiment of demon blood infusion ends here. The side effects of this thing are too great.
Wait until you find a way to stabilize it before restarting the test. By the way...those diluted pharmaceuticals can be produced on a large scale."
Lord Dark Blade moved his shoulders:
"That looks like a very good medicine for combat. The five-minute burst time is enough for a life-and-death battle."
He looked back at Autumn and said softly:
"Why don't we just call this potion...Autumn's Evil Will?"
This sentence made the blood mage freeze on the spot, but after a moment, he reached out and rubbed his chin, and finally nodded with satisfaction:
"Very good, I'm very satisfied with this name! I will also make a batch of enhanced potions specifically for high-level knights, and call them "Autumn's Evil Wish". This will definitely become a potion series. I have already
I feel the future!"
Tyrion and Rogelio looked at each other. The two death knights smiled silently and turned to leave. At this moment, the blood mage stopped them.
"Wait a minute, there's still some unfinished business!"
"What?"
Tyrion looked back at Autumn, who took out a bottle of liquid that exuded a dark light from the storage backpack he carried, and shook it in his hand. The death knight felt the beating dark magic. He looked at Autumn.
Taking the liquid in Temu's hand, he asked in a deep voice:
"What is that?"
"This? I originally planned to call him Shadow Potion."
The blood mage touched his perfectly trimmed mustache and said to Tyrion and Rogelio:
"Do you still remember the "blood of demigods" extracted from the bodies of those arakkoa? I have made the finished product of the potion. This thing can make you feel weak magic fluctuations, allowing you to release some simple, low-level
Shadow spell, I have to say that Seven is very good at combat and research, but he is not good at potion and alchemy research. Next time you have such a treasure, just give it to me."
"As for its name...Autumn's Shadow Salvation? How about that name?"
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The mountains in the north of Hellfire Peninsula are a taboo place. The orc chiefs held a gathering here, and then were tempted by Gul'dan to drink the blood of demons. That was the beginning of all disasters and stories. In order to commemorate
As a kind of confession, this place was ordered to be the "Throne of Kil'jaeden". After Draenor declined, few orcs would come here, so the camps left here were abandoned.
The barren red land spreads between the peaks. After the great earthquake in Shadowmoon Valley, the peaks of Kil'jaeden's Throne were disconnected from the mainland of Hellfire Peninsula and became an island isolated overseas. It is neither
The strategic location is also extremely far away from the Dark Portal, and it is difficult to cross the vast sea by ordinary means, so the Dark Blade Knights have not set up sentries here.
Death Lord Luminas considers this place completely unworthy of attention.
But Luminas overlooked one point. Kil'jaeden's throne and the Hellfire Peninsula are insurmountable for ordinary creatures. For those who have wings or can use teleportation, this lonely place is insurmountable.
The deserted island hanging offshore has become the best hiding place, especially after the demon army led by Agona suffered a collapse, many Eredar warlocks fled here.
Now three days have passed since Legion's failed battle, and the demons have been hiding here for three days.
They have set up a hidden barrier here, but it is hard to say how long they can hide it. After the battle has come to an end, the death knights are hunting down the fleeing demons throughout the Hellfire Peninsula. The death arowans who were mobilized to the peninsula are also
Flying and patrolling over the peninsula all day long, once any arakkoa discovers something unusual about Kil'jaeden's throne, the demons hiding here will be immediately surrounded by a large number of undead, without even a chance to escape.
But to be honest, the demons hiding here may not be thinking about escaping.
On this land full of strange runes, more than 30 eredar warlocks are directing the lower-level demons to carry various things. This land is the only large open space in Kil'jaeden's throne. The orcs
The demonic blood that is drunk here is unobstructed. As long as any death arakkoa notices this place, the demons will be discovered immediately.
But at this time, since they dare to take such a bold action, it means that the demons have made up their mind to fulfill their mission again.
At the highest point of Kil'jaeden's throne, a Nathrezim lord wearing black armor and black wings is standing there, looking at the peninsula in the distance. This is the Corruptor Sasovar, during the invasion of Auchindoun.
After the failure, it knew very well that the undead would not let it go so easily, so it rushed to Hellfire Peninsula as quickly as possible.
But Agona's corpse, drained of demonic blood, lay on the ground of Hellfire Peninsula like a sculpture, declaring the legion's complete defeat. However, it was unwilling to accept this reality and still gathered a group of fleeing demons.
Plan to reopen the portal.
The demons need to launch a large-scale legion-style raid to attract Marton's demon army. With unstoppable power, they can wipe out the world's stubborn forces at once. To do this, someone must voluntarily sacrifice to attract
The undead turned their attention away from Kil'jaeden's throne until the moment the portal was completely opened.
Lord Dreadlord is very aware that this wave of stubborn resistance carries great risks. He himself is not the kind of character who will sacrifice everything for the cause of the legion, but Sasoval also knows very well the consequences of this wave of failure.
The commander of the same level as it, Agona, died, Magtheridon was captured, and Vargas died. In this way, the consequences of the failure will be borne by it alone.
Thinking of the pain and torture he would suffer after returning to the Twisting Nether, the Corruptor couldn't help but shudder. Sargeras is the dark god of the Legion. It not only means that his power is as powerful as the gods, but also that Sargeras is as powerful as the gods.
Glass's attitude towards losers is as indifferent as a god.
"Being burned in the blazing soul fire for ten thousand years..."
The Corruptor clenched its claws, gritted its teeth and said, "This is not the ending I imagined, and I will not bear this ending!"
After saying that, the figure of the black Dread Lord suddenly disappeared from the top of Kil'jaeden's throne, and its gloomy voice also reached the ears of the busy eredar warlock:
"I will personally fight for you, you bastards! If you fail again this time, I will undoubtedly be punished by Lord Kazak, but before I am punished, I will throw your souls into the abyss one by one.
Feed the maggots!”
"Think carefully about the consequences, you bastards!"
Like swaying black clouds, the gloomy black bats quickly crossed the dark sea and arrived over the Hellfire Peninsula, where a lonely dark fortress was suspended.
Sasoval knew that this was the base camp of those death knights, and they also hid that terrifying colossus in this city... In other words, as long as some trouble was caused in this city, there would be no doubt that the entire Dark City would be destroyed.
The eyes of the Blade Knights will be attracted here.
And the most important thing is that this dark fortress is the favorite battlefield of the Dread Lords...
"Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, the Corruptor is coming..."
"Let me see if you can defeat the darkness in your heart!"
