Tyrion did not deceive Gul'dan, he really learned spells in battles with violent orc warriors.
This sounds incredible, but for special individuals like death knights, it can be done. Their souls and bodies are separated. Unlike ordinary warriors who need to use their will to control their bodies, death knights are more like using their souls to control their bodies.
The body gives orders.
In this case, Tyrion only needs to think about defense, and the body controlled by necromancy will take the initiative to make stiff defensive movements. Of course, this mode requires a certain amount of preparation time, so it can only be used in intense situations.
In low-level battles, once you actually enter the battlefield, this rigid fighting style cannot cope with attacks from all directions, and you will be easily defeated.
While releasing most of his energy, Tyrion quickly searched for the memory fragments of the genius warlock Dulag in his soul. He relied on devouring the souls of Dulag and the old orc psychic to be resurrected.
This is Tyrion's own secret, and not even Gul'dan can discover it.
This is the reason why the first generation of death knights is said to be a half-finished product. Even Gul'dan, who proposed the concept of death knights, at this stage simply believes that death knights are the combination of the soul of an orc warlock and the body of a human knight.
A powerful knight wielding magic...
For Tyrion, who has truly seen the capabilities of the full version of the Death Knight, this concept is a bit shallow.
"Stupid weapon!"
The orc warrior fighting Tyrion sneered sarcastically. He could see numerous flaws in the death knight in front of him at a glance. His pace was slow, his strength was average, and he didn't know how to use a heavy weapon like a scepter at all.
It's like wielding a scepter like a sword.
"This is so stupid!"
The orc roared and stepped forward. He clenched the battle ax with both hands. The crimson light representing the blood of the devil shone in his eyes, and endless power exploded at this moment.
"End it!"
"boom"
The collision of the battle ax and the scepter, the collision of the two steel weapons made Tyrion's hands numb, and this extreme force also made his body take a few steps back. This is the opportunity the orc warrior needs, his pace
Continuing forward, he swung his battle ax and struck the scepter hard. Every time he took a step forward, he struck out an ax, forcing Tyrion to continuously retreat.
In terms of momentum, this orc warrior has suppressed the death knight, and he has fallen into a passive situation of being beaten.
This is normal. After all, rangers will not fight head-on with their opponents unless necessary. And now that he is facing the battlefield directly, Tyrion can't think of a good way to break the situation other than dodging.
This scene fell in the eyes of the chiefs who were watching, and they expressed their disappointment.
"Is this your war weapon? Gul'dan...are you trying to make me laugh?"
Old Sword Master Darr mocked mercilessly:
"Even an adult warrior from the Fire Blade Clan can easily defeat it! There is no need for such a thing to exist at all!"
"Don't be anxious, friends, just wait a moment!"
Zuluhid, the chief of the Dragonmaw clan, said with a hint of undisguised sarcasm: "Give old Gul'dan some time, maybe he is thinking about how to cover up his failure."
Although Warchief Orgrim did not speak, he had lost interest in this clumsy battle. He leaned on his seat and narrowed his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.
Gul'dan, who was sitting on the edge, didn't say a word. Under his green robe, his fists were clenched and his fangs were intertwined, almost roaring in Tyrion's heart.
"Asshole! Do you really want to die that much?!"
"Who do you think you are embarrassing! Fight back! If you continue like this, I will strangle you to death right now without waiting until the battle is over!"
Gul'dan's sinister roar interrupted Tyrion's memory review in his mind, and the souls of Durag and the old orc were shattered into pieces. It would take time to find the memory of the warlock's magic in these fragments.
Tyrion gritted his teeth and waved his scepter with his left hand to block the violent attack of the orc warrior. He opened his right hand and the cold necromantic energy in his body exploded at this moment according to the rules of magic operation in his memory.
"You...are too noisy!"
"You want to fight back? Then fight back now!"
"I'd call it...Howling Blast!"
"boom"
The dark energy gathered into beating icy frost in Tyrion's hands. The moment he turned his right hand, it was thrown towards the charging orc warrior in front of him. The frost energy gathered into a smashing ice blade when he took action, and everyone in the audience
Everyone's eyes widened, even the chief sat upright.
Gul'dan's "war weapon" finally showed its hand!
"boom"
The cold, corrosive frost storm wrapped around the body of the orc warrior, like the most terrifying ice cube. Just a moment after it touched the skin, frostbite appeared on his green skin, and the number was huge and explosive.
The undead power was still seeping into his body and into the warrior's blood vessels, causing the warrior to endure great pain in an instant.
"ah"
"Click"
The soldier's charge was interrupted by the sudden pain, as if he had been thrown into the coldest cave. Half of his body became paralyzed. He half-knelt on the ground with stiff movements. Even the battle ax fell from his body.
The palm of my hand slipped.
In just the first blow of the counterattack, Tyrion used the method in his memory to deliver a real critical blow.
"Hmph! You blind fools!"
Gul'dan snorted, unclenched his clenched fists in his robes, looked at the other chiefs around him mockingly, and said in a deep voice:
"The battle just now was just to show you the Death Knight's outstanding defense... Now is the beginning of his sharp attack! Keep your eyes open and take a good look!"
Although he said this, Gul'dan was questioning Tyrion in his heart:
"What kind of spell was that just now? Why haven't I seen it before?"
"Sacrifice!"
Tyrion gritted his teeth and answered two words. The process of casting a spell for the first time was not pleasant. Tyrion, who had never received spellcasting training, burst out too much necromantic energy at once, filling his body with a wave of energy.
There was a strange emptiness, and behind that emptiness, a strange hunger arose in his soul.
This was something Tyrion had never felt before. He instinctively felt that something might be wrong.
"Nonsense! Sacrifice is fire magic simulated with magic power and spells. I invented it!"
Gul'dan's questioning continued:
"The damage just now was clearly caused by the power of frost and undead. This is not a sacrifice at all!"
"But there's no magic in me! You nagging old bastard!"
Tyrion held the scepter tightly, and he rushed towards the orc warrior who was half kneeling on the ground. The scepter in his hand was raised high, and he roared in his heart:
"I can only use necromantic energy as magic power... How long will you continue to be so self-righteous!!"
"boom"
The orc warrior who had just picked up the battle ax and was still in pain had no ability to resist this blow. His whole body flew backwards from the scepter waved by Tyrion, and hot blood spattered everywhere.
, the orc warrior rolled awkwardly on the ground, and finally hit the corner of the Colosseum.
The visual impact of this blow was full, but the orc warrior did not fall into unconsciousness. Instead, he supported his body with his battle ax and staggered to his feet again.
Tyrion's strength is not his strong point... Elves are not known for their strength, even after death.
"Oh, what a pity! Your weapon missed a good opportunity!"
The old swordmaster Dar has been attracted by this weird battle. Seeing the orc warrior stand up again, he said with some regret:
"If his power were stronger, the blow just now would be enough to directly destroy the enemy's will..."
Gul'dan was sullen and silent. The ancestor of the warlock was thinking about Tyrion's rebuttal. This elf death knight is different from other death knights. His soul is not a warlock who can skillfully manipulate magic and has powerful magic.
, as he said, he has no magic power in his body, and can only use the death energy accumulated in his body after death to act as magic power.
But such a reckless attempt had surprisingly good results!
Gul'dan squinted his eyes and looked at the frostbite all over the orc warrior's body. A flash of thought popped into his dark red eyes.
Maybe using necromancy energy to fight is the real way a death knight should fight...
"Tyrion! There is too little death energy in your body, and it is not enough to support you in fighting for a long time. Now seize the opportunity and do that kind of ice sacrifice again to directly destroy his will!"
Gul'dan's telepathic call this time no longer had the same irritability as before. On the contrary, it was like a mentor guiding an apprentice. Tyrion even felt a touch of patience and curiosity from it... Damn patience and curiosity!
"no!"
Tyrion held the scepter in his hand with both hands and faced the more violent attack of the seriously injured orc warrior without fear. He said in the telepathic call:
"There is not enough death energy to do it again...only less than a third is left."
"Your manipulation of energy is too rough!"
Gul'dan scolded: "Spellcasters should use every ounce of magic power accurately! If sacrifice doesn't work... then use another kind of magic! Tarongor should have taught you... use shadow arrows! That's
The lowest level of warlock magic!"
"Shadow Arrow..."
Tyrion's ice-blue eyes narrowed, and he once again immersed his will into the depths of his mind. As the battle continued, the ranger found that the stiffness and stagnation in his body was slowly disappearing, and he was probably dead.
His body adapted to the weight of the plate armor, and his movements became flexible again.
"Shua"
He staggered his steps and avoided the sweep of the battle axe. He waved the scepter in his hand, causing a roaring sound of wind, and hit the orc warrior's waist hard. The armor-piercing blade of the scepter tore apart the simple armor.
Armor, blood splattered in the air.
The moment he smelled the fishy smell of blood, Tyrion's breathing suddenly became more rapid, and the hunger and thirst rising from his soul was like a shadow, creeping into his heart bit by bit.
"What the hell! What is this!"
Tyrion couldn't help but take a few steps back. He gritted his teeth to resist the unprecedented thirst for blood that kept coming from his heart. This opportunity was seized by the injured orc warrior, and he suddenly stepped forward.
After rushing a few steps, the anger accumulated in pain burst out at this moment. He jumped up from the ground with a roar, held the battle ax in both hands, and chopped off Tyrion's head.
"Shadow Arrow! No, as the Death Knight calls it... Death Coil!"
"boom"
In the gap between the battle ax falling, a ball of death energy like a small storm entangled in Tyrion's hand. The moment the steel scepter resisted the battle ax's blow, it almost smashed out against the chest of the orc warrior.
.
This ball of death energy filled with the magic structure of Shadow Arrow is the same as the "Howling Wind Impact" just now. It is full of corrosive and cold energy, but it also has the unique impact of Shadow Arrow, like a heavy hammer, smashing
On the orc's chest, his whole body was thrown out like a stone being thrown away.
Blood spilled in the Colosseum, leaving a shocking trace on the ground.
This orc warrior still wanted to get up and fight again, but the death energy rushing inside his body almost froze and corroded his internal organs. The death energy with completely opposite properties was like a real poison to life.
The moment he stood up with difficulty, a mouthful of blood covered in ice spurted out from his mouth. The armor on his chest was corroded and a big hole was opened, and even his flesh and blood became blurred in the cold temperature.
This terrible injury took away all his fighting spirit, and there was strong unwillingness in his eyes, but in the end he could only collapse softly on the ground.
Tyrion's final blow squandered the last third of the death energy in his body. This complete emptiness caused the strange hunger and thirst inside to explode in an instant, as if he was trapped in the pursuit of something.
Trembling, he put the blood-stained scepter to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked the frozen blood on the weapon.
The moment he tasted the smell of blood, the pungent smell of demon blood in the orc's blood exploded, allowing Tyrion's reason to return at the moment before he lost control, and forcibly suppressed the abnormal hunger and thirst.
Go down.
"Pooh"
He spat out the blood in his mouth.
"It smells really disgusting...but why do I crave blood so much?"
"alright!"
Gul'dan also realized Tyrion's irritable and restless spirit at this time. He stood up and opened his arms:
"My war weapon, go back! Your performance is over..."
The process of fighting against the hunger and thirst of the soul was not pleasant. Tyrion closed his eyes to prevent himself from looking at the pungent blood all over the body of the orc warrior lying in the corner. His body was stiff, and under the strange eyes of the chiefs
, step by step into the passage of the Colosseum.
The moment he was enveloped in darkness, Tyrion's body trembled violently. At the moment when he was almost out of control, his arm was grabbed by another "companion".
Tarongor looked at Tyrion who was in abnormal condition in the dark. After watching the entire battle, he became more and more curious about his companion. He helped Tyrion towards the hall belonging to the death knight. He used that kind of
A strange human accent asked in a deep voice in Common Language:
"what do you need?"
Tyrion gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress the restless hunger and thirst in his heart. He said word by word:
"Blood! I want blood! Not that...contaminated blood!"
This request made Tarongor stunned for a moment, but then, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Okay! Don't pollute. Come with me, my companion!"
