This question will probably never be answered in the world of living people, and it is meaningless to the dead.
In the dark tunnel, Tyrion's cold body was placed in a stone coffin. The soul infusion ceremony was completed a few days ago. However, although the soul has returned to the body, the elf has no intention of resurrecting immediately.
, this situation made Tarongor, who presided over the ceremony, a little disappointed. In the ceremony of making a death knight, such silence means the failure of the ceremony.
Tyrion should have been destroyed at that time, but it was a special experimental subject after all. Therefore, after Tarongor left, Tyrion was thrown into this dead tunnel. If he remained so silent,
Then the ending waiting for him will be to be completely forgotten, or to be burned by the orcs when clearing the tunnel.
But the story will not progress to such a boring ending. Under the surface of death, in this silent body, in the spirit deep in Tyrion's body, the cruel melee never stops, which is related to this
The dispute over the final use of the body.
"I am Ruler Dulag! The most powerful and talented warlock of the Shadow Council! I will not die in such a humble way!"
The voice of a crazy female orc echoed in his mind. This was a weak soul hiding in Tyrion's mind. Maybe she was once very powerful, but the magic power that supported her soul was completely absorbed by Tyrion's elf body.
After that, she no longer had the power to control destruction.
"Give me this body!!"
Her soul screamed from Tyrion's perspective. This soul existed in a special form. It was not like an orc at all. Her soul had scales, twisted wings, sharp claws and burning around the soul.
The demonic fire looks scary, like a legendary demon.
Probably because of the long-term practice of shadow magic as a warlock and the signing of too many contracts with demons in the void, the soul of this female orc warlock began to change into the form of a demon.
When Tyrion noticed her, she was fighting to the death with another soul hidden in Tyrion's body, that was the soul of an old grey-haired orc.
This guy doesn't look much different from an ordinary orc. He has the iconic fangs of an orc, his rough face is covered with wrinkles, there are shining spells on his arms, and his soul is still wearing a white robe.
, although it looks ordinary, compared to Dulag's twisted soul, this old orc's soul is much more solid.
In this battle of souls, he firmly has the upper hand.
"Stupid warlock! How can your soul, which has been contaminated by evil energy, stand up to my pure soul and will!"
In the battle of souls, the old orc didn't look old at all. Like a real orc warrior, he raised his fist and knocked Dulag to the ground. He easily reached out and grabbed Dulag's neck.
, holding her high in the air, the eyes of the old orc psychic were filled with hatred and disgust:
"If it weren't for your abuse of fel power, Draenor would not have died! The broken world destroyed the noble will of the orcs, and you...you bastards twisted the souls of the orcs!"
"Perhaps none of the ten of us can be your opponent in a magical confrontation! But in the battle of souls, those of us who sincerely serve our ancestors... are invincible!!"
"Kacha"
With a crisp sound, the neck of the female orc soul was broken. Her dark red body disappeared silently in the hands of the old orc, but soon, it resurrected in another place, exactly the same as the soul just now, except that
A little weaker.
This is a battle between souls. Breaking the neck does not count as a loss, but judging from the state of the two, their battle probably started when they were imprisoned by the elf body, and it has continued until now.
The two have a winner and a loser, but to be honest, this never-ending battle has made both souls exhausted.
And when they started the next battle, a voice suddenly sounded in this spiritual world.
"You...who are you?"
"Who! Who is talking!"
Commander Dulag suddenly raised his head, trying to find the third voice, and the old orc also stopped attacking. He yelled:
"Are you also a victim of this damn elf corpse? Who are you? A warlock? Or someone else?"
This question silenced the voice. After more than ten seconds of dead silence, the voice replied in a daze:
"Well... I, I think my name is... Tyrion? It seems to be that name... What are you doing? Why are you here? And why are you fighting?"
"Stupid question, you must not be a warlock!"
Dulag snorted disdainfully: "A body can only be controlled by one soul. As long as I kill this old immortal and you, and absorb your souls, I will have enough power to regain control of this weird elves."
Body... I will not live humbly in the form of a soul! I am destined to become the strongest warlock!"
The old orc did not look down upon him, but took the opportunity to shout:
"Tyrion! Maybe you are an orc warrior who died in battle or something else, it doesn't matter! Come and help me kill this stupid warlock, and use her soul to nourish our souls. I promise, as long as I control this body
, I will definitely help you find another suitable body!"
"I'm a psychic. Soul extraction and infusion are what I'm good at!"
The old orc's words made Dulag's eyes tighten. She immediately realized that she had made a mistake, so she hurriedly shouted:
"Don't believe what he says. This old immortal is very cunning. You can tell just by looking at me! He is the real dangerous guy. Come on, you and I join forces. Let's kill this old immortal who is the biggest threat first, and then...
.In the name of a warlock, I promise that I will definitely help you find a perfect home! I can even sign a contract with you!"
"You have to believe me! Only warlocks...are the masters of playing with souls!"
The voice fell silent again. After a moment, he whispered:
"So, it's because of the existence of you two that I can't open my eyes... Indeed, I can cooperate with any one of you to kill the other, but in this way... the risk is too great, or
It would be safer to kill them all!"
This ferocious speech made Dulag and the old orc stunned at the same time, and then the two of them laughed mockingly at the same time:
"Who do you think you are! How dare you speak such arrogant words in front of a psychic!"
"You are facing the strongest warlock in the future, idiot! There is no need for your soul to exist anymore!"
"boom"
The next moment, the entire spiritual sea began to shake and collapse. This scene made the laughing warlock and the psychic freeze at the same time. The mysterious third voice naturally said in the scene of the earth shattering:
"why not?"
"This is... my body! Your soul, your knowledge, your memory... I want them all!!"
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"Shua"
Tyrion's eyes suddenly opened, and what he saw was a silent darkness.
The eyes were not the dark red when the ruler Durag took over, but a touch of blue, which was no different from Tyrion's eyes before, or perhaps more cold and ruthless, like a real piece of ice.
.
There was some confusion in his opened eyes, probably because of the reality of resurrection from the dead, or the aftereffects of absorbing two different souls at the same time.
The fragments mixed in the souls of Dulag and the Psychic, as well as the memories and knowledge wrapped in those fragments, poured into Tyrion's will like a tide, making his still unstable soul feel like it was being torn apart.
pain.
But this pain is actually a good thing. It is precisely because of the existence of this pain that Tyrion realizes that he is truly alive and not a ridiculous dream after death.
"boom"
After ten minutes of cultivation and adaptation, the tearing pain in his brain was slightly relieved for a moment, but it was still like the sting of a needle. With some difficulty, he controlled his body to sit up from the sarcophagus, and his fingers
He groped his naked upper body.
Tyrion's memory still remains in the forest of the Hinterlands, the scene in which he and Saurfang were pierced through the heart with a sword by the powerful orc warlord during a deadly fight. That was the time of his death.
memory.
Now, there are still traces of sutures in his heart, but there is no heart inside his body.
He turned over from the sarcophagus and stood on the ground. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt a little unaccustomed... This cold body was devoid of the breath of the living and the emotions of the living, as if his soul was thrown away.
After entering a battle armor, there is no longer that sense of natural connection with flesh and blood.
"boom"
Tyrion turned around suddenly and punched the sarcophagus behind him. A strange pain came from his clenched fist. His nerves were still fully aware of the pain, but his soul seemed to be insulated from the pain. He could clearly understand
I feel the concept of "pain", but my thinking seems to be extremely slow, and I can no longer react instinctively to pain immediately.
Pain only affects his body, and no longer affects his mind and senses at the same time...
"Death knight!"
A word from Dulag's soul fragment suddenly jumped into Tyrion's mind. He stretched out his bloody fingers and rubbed his forehead, bit by bit, releasing the chaotic memories.
.
"Using a living soul to control the dead body is like a knight driving a war horse. There is no need to consider the situation of the dead body on the battlefield. With the soul of the warlock, he can control the shadow magic between battles at the same time.
200% amazing combat effectiveness..."
A trace of darkness flashed in Tyrion's eyes. He opened his palm and looked at his fingers, which were no different from before except that they were thinner and colder:
"So, I also became the secret war weapon of the orcs? One of the first-generation DKs?"
Logically speaking, after knowing this, Tyrion should have been filled with anger and wished he could go find those orcs and fight to the death, but no!
There was no anger, no hatred, and even the memory of being killed by Saurfang, there was no emotional fluctuation that should have existed.
It's not that he is extremely rational, but that he simply lacks this kind of emotion...those instinctive thoughts and senses are as if they have been removed from the soul, as if they have never existed.
On the contrary, when you are a living person, those memories that are firmly hidden from reality become clearer because your body is dead.
Tyrion put his fingers on his chest and closed his eyes in the darkness.
"Missing...a part of my soul, my will, is missing...I...is no longer whole."
"Kakaka"
The fingers that lacked warmth clenched into fists in the darkness, and the collision of bones made a crisp sound. In the dead darkness, Tyrion quickly accepted this cold reality, and he turned and walked towards the exit of the dark tunnel.
"These bastards, sooner or later...kill them all!"
