Tyrion looked at the cold corpse in front of him, and he moved his fingers very dissatisfied:
"I knew that these dwarves with brains as big as stone couldn't do anything. They value friendship too much, so you survived in the end, Ronin, a lucky guy and an unlucky guy."
"Bang"
The sharp, blood-stained dagger was thrown at Tyrion's feet. The frustrated human mage stood up unsteadily. His eyes had lost focus. He passed Tyrion's body and walked towards the open hall in a daze.
At the door, the human mage who had just experienced the hell of despair did not want to stay here even for a minute.
But the moment he was about to step out of the hall, Death Lord Serent stood in front of him. Serent looked at the lost mage in front of him and whispered:
"I recognize you, mage. Your name is... your name is Ronin. You escaped from me once, in Hillsbrad Foothills. Do you remember? You dropped the corpses of your companions like a mouse.
You ran away just like that. I still remember the way you jumped into the portal...it was so embarrassing."
Luo Ning's eyes did not change at all. He bypassed Serent and wanted to continue moving forward, but was blocked by the rune blade drawn by Serent:
"What? Are you going to leave your companion's body and run away again this time?"
"boom"
Two balls of flame burst out in the palm of Luo Ning's hand. The mage, who was in extreme pain, raised his head. His blood-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes looked at Serente fiercely, as if he had completely lost his mind.
Madman, he gritted his teeth, let out a howl, and rushed forward to fight to the death with this damn Death Lord.
And at this moment, Tyrion's cold palms were placed on Ronin's shoulders. The coldness of death quickly traveled along the mage's body, forcibly extinguishing the magic flame in his palms, and returning it.
His feet were frozen to the ground.
"What are you doing? Serent!"
Tyrion frowned, looked at his subordinates, and said softly:
"Is this how you welcome new members?"
"Well?"
Serende and Ronin's eyes widened at the same time. Tyrion, who was smiling, stepped forward, stretched out his hand towards Ronin, and said "sincerely":
"Welcome to the Dark Blade Knights, Mr. Luo Ning, you will find a new life goal here, I promise!"
"etc!"
Serent rubbed his forehead and asked in a low voice:
"How could it be him? I thought it was the dwarf..."
"Yes! This is wrong!"
Luo Ning grabbed his hair and took a step back. The ice blocks that froze his feet made a clicking sound, mixed with blood and shattered on the ground. He looked extremely miserable.
The human mage looked at Tyrion in disbelief. He knew that he had entered a strange trap. For a moment, he suddenly felt that he had no understanding of the dangerous death knight in front of him. His eyes were full of doubts and troubles, and
Seeing Luo Ning's strange look, Tyrion tilted his head and said:
"What's wrong? If an organization wants to grow and develop, doesn't it rely on constantly absorbing winners? And if I can choose winners as companions, then why should I choose losers?"
"but..."
"Shut up! Don't talk! Leave me alone!"
Serent wanted to retort, but was interrupted by Ronin's roar. The mage had already fallen into an extremely confusing thought. He looked at the body of the dwarf at his feet, which was once his friend. He raised his head.
, looked at Tyrion and asked with difficulty:
"Alfonso and I misunderstood? You are deliberately misleading us! It's not just the dead who can join you... living people can do it too. He doesn't have to die, right?"
"Generally speaking, we only absorb the dead, but there will be exceptions."
Tyrion spread his hands and said softly:
"Look, I told you that both of you have great potential. I can only absorb one of you, and..."
There was a trace of confusion on the death knight's face, and he looked at Luo Ning:
"When did I say that one of you must die?"
"You said it!"
Luo Ning clenched his fists and roared like a lion forced into a corner:
"You fucking said that!"
"I only said one thing...I need a winner! It's that simple!"
Tyrion's face became calm. He reached out and touched Luo Ning's chest and said softly:
"It's a pity that your friend died, but it doesn't matter to me... You were overwhelmed by fear and didn't even think about the questions I left. Frankly speaking, this makes me very disappointed, the mage of the magical city of Dalaran.
Is this what it is?"
"And most importantly, why do I feel that you two have put your fate in my hands? Sorry, didn't I tell you that it shouldn't be up to me to decide who lives and who dies. I gave the opportunity to
You guys, only one person admits defeat, both of them can survive, but no... The fear of death prevents you from even calming down and thinking about such a language trap. It's a pity. I did lie to you, but I didn't kill you.
Kill him!"
Tyrion tapped Ronin's chest twice with his fingers:
"He committed suicide! And you, you are also an accomplice."
"asshole!"
Ronin gritted his teeth and rushed forward, grabbing Tyrion's collar tightly, and cursed fiercely:
"You bastard who is making fun of people's lives! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
"Bang"
Tyrion raised his fist, and Ronin's body flew out like a kite with a broken string. He smashed into the corner of the wall awkwardly. The death knight stepped forward and squatted beside him. He grabbed Ronin's blood-stained hair.
, turning his embarrassed face over, he looked at Luo Ning, and asked calmly:
"Can't I?"
Luo Ning looked like a real man at this moment. Even though he had several broken sternums, he seemed to feel no pain. He stared at the death knight and opened his mouth to spit blood.
"Pooh!"
This rude action did not make Tyrion angry. He looked at Ronin calmly:
"You're right! Ronin, the mage of the Dark Blade Knights, I did make a small joke with you, but at least I let you survive! In Grim Batol, you will be the only one
Being able to walk out of this city alive...shouldn't you feel honored for this?"
"Kill me!"
Luo Ning struggled and shouted, his voice as shrill as a night owl in the forest: "Kill me! Never let me serve you! Never!"
"It's not up to you..."
The dark red death energy passed through Tyrion's palm and reached Ronin's palm. Amid his screams, a black broken blade emblem was carved on the back of his hand in a cruel way.
, and at the moment when he was desperate to die, Tyrion came close to his ear and whispered:
"You will serve me, I know that. Remember lovely Vereesa? My dear sister, very disobedient and very proud, but Alleria and I are very busy and we don't have time to go to church
What she should do and what she should not do, so I have always wanted to find someone trustworthy to protect her and teach her, and now, I have found two good friends for her, which is great."
"Remember, Luo Ning, if you live, she will live! If you die, she will die! Don't use the narrow thinking of a living person to measure me. If you think relatives can restrain my steps, then you can give it a try...
"
"So we have made an agreement, I will leave my sister to you, Luo Ning, don't let me down."
The cold voice made Ronin's struggle become weaker and weaker. Finally, when Tyrion stood up, Ronin asked with difficulty:
"You said Vereesa would have two friends. The other one...who is the other one?"
Tyrion did not answer, but turned sideways. Behind him, under Ronin's desperate eyes, the Wildhammer dwarf who had cut his own throat moved his body and stood up from the ground. When he opened his eyes
At that time, it was a dark and depressing gray.
"Hello, my friend...Luo Ning."
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"Grim Batol is finished."
A human in black robes half-knelt in front of Onyxia. He reported the intelligence he collected in the wetland:
"Before the undead encircled them, those orcs who failed to escape from the city were completely destroyed. The undead caused a massacre in that city, and the blood even contaminated the groundwater. And now as long as you are close to that city, you can hear
The wailing of the souls entrenched in that city is simply too penetrating."
"I don't care about that!"
Onyxia leaned on the mountain leading from the wetlands to Khaz Modan. This already weak black dragon princess now only has two or three kittens left. The loss of the black dragon warrior Aurician is a huge blow to her.
It is indeed a big blow.
Deathwing Neltharion commands the Black Dragon Legion. Like other dragon kings, he has his own heirs. The heirs were once prosperous, but unfortunately, after accepting the power of being alone and falling, most of his heirs were killed by his crazy hands.
After his death, only the black dragon prince Nefarian and the black dragon princess Onyxia are still alive, but they were also afraid of their father's majesty and fled Deep Rock Continent early.
After leaving the hiding place of the Black Dragon Legion, the brother and sister could only live as bleakly as mice, fearing that their mad father or other dragons would come to their door one day, but when Deathwing transformed into Count Presto and stirred up trouble in the Alliance,
While the storm was turbulent, the brother and sister also received orders from their father again, and this time, it seemed to be much more awake.
This once made Onyxia think that life would be easier, and it also gave her hope.
But unfortunately, Deathwing's failure in Draenor caused the unprepared Black Dragon Princess to encounter another misfortune. Her brother gathered many fellow Black Dragons and planned to rebuild the Black Dragon Legion. Onyxia had no objection to this.
, she was even happy to see it succeed, but unfortunately, her cunning and vicious brother saw her as a threat.
So she had to start fighting, and winning over Aulician was just the first step. Unfortunately, before her plan really started, she was interrupted by a nasty undead.
"Where is the Red Dragon Queen?"
The Black Dragon Princess looked at Grim Batol in the distant mountains, and she asked in a low voice: "What did those undead do to our "great" Alexstrasza? Did they kill her? Or..."
"As far as I know, no!"
The black dragon, who was half-kneeling on the ground, shook his head: "I can't enter the city, but the aura of the Red Dragon Queen is still as weak as before. She should not have been released or harmed. Those undead souls are like...
..It’s like ignoring her existence...Frankly speaking, this is a bit incomprehensible.”
"No! They didn't ignore it!"
A trace of ridicule flashed across Onyxia's beautiful and charming face, which was directed at her enemies as well as herself.
"Their leader, my "Uncle" Tyrion, haha, there is no doubt that he is looking for a way to use the Dragon Soul. It seems that they really joined this war on a temporary basis, even using its spell.
If I didn’t prepare in advance, my luck would be really bad.”
The Black Dragon Princess laughed at herself, and then was silent for a moment. She shook her head, turned around without any nostalgia, and looked down at the ancient Holy Light emblem that Tyrion had thrust into her hand. She didn't know that such a thing existed.
What's the use, but she can be sure that Tyrion's suggestion that she go to Stormwind City is certainly not out of kindness.
But since this place is no longer worth remembering, maybe it’s not impossible to change to another place.
"Alterac, which my father planned to occupy, has completely fallen into chaos. Once humans and orcs start fighting again, there will be no hope for that place... And Stormwind City seems to be a good choice."
"Also, Trip, go do something for me..."
Onyxia's alluring black eyes blinked, and she threw something to her servant. It was the portable teleportation array that Ronin carried with him.
"Sneak into Grim Batol and throw this thing in anywhere. Archmage Krasus may be impatient... Let us help him."
The black dragon named Tripu nodded, but after a moment, it asked doubtfully:
"With all due respect, Your Highness, it seems pointless to do so. The dragon soul is still in the hands of those undead. As long as Cleostraz has some sense, it will not choose to attack those undead at this time."
"Yes, no red dragon with normal IQ would do that."
Amidst the surge of dark magic, a huge black dragon with a special purple dorsal fin flew into the night sky of the wetland. Onyxia opened her dragon's snout full of sharp teeth and sprayed out a wisp of burning sparks. She
A hint of cunning flashed in the huge yellow snake eyes:
"But just because they don't attack the undead, it doesn't mean that the undead don't attack them... You've also seen those damn, arrogant and domineering death knights. Do you think they will let go of dangerous people who break into their territory? Come for reinforcements.
Once the Archmage of Dalaran is attacked by the undead, do you think those proud humans will choose to sit back and wait for death?"
"It's just a dog-eat-dog game, but I hope my "uncle" Tyrion likes my "gift"!"