"So, this is the war weapon I prepared for the tribe!"
Gul'dan turned his head. Behind him, the defeated and dying warriors were carried down. He looked at the chiefs who were quite disdainful of him. He said proudly:
"This is only the weakest among them, but he can easily defeat the elite warriors of Kor'kron, and the scepter is not a weapon he is good at. In order to prevent the warriors of the tribe from losing their lives, I did not allow him to use the bow and arrow he is best at.
Otherwise, the battle will end faster and be less enjoyable to watch!"
"Our warriors slashed wildly for 5 minutes, not even able to cut through his armor, and he only counterattacked twice, which almost killed the warrior! Now, tell me!"
Gul'dan's voice rose at this moment, full of a victor's taunt:
"Who wants to laugh at my war weapons?!"
No one answered. Tyrion's performance was very poor, but he did achieve an overwhelming victory in the end. No one would deny this, but not everyone was willing to admit that their vision was wrong, such as Zulu, the chief of the Dragonmaw clan.
Sid, facing Gul'dan's complacency, he sneered:
"You may have forgotten something, Gul'dan...let me remind you!"
Zuluhid glanced at the brooding warchief Orgrim, and gritted his teeth and said:
"The warchief no longer allows warlocks and those who play with shadow magic to exist in the tribe! But your weapons seem to be using the warlock's dirty magic! This is disobeying the warchief's order. What do you say?"
"You're blind!"
Gul'dan's eyes were full of ridicule. He moved the fangs at the corners of his mouth, stretched out his fingers, and humiliated Zuluhid mercilessly:
"Where did you see my knight using warlock magic? Do you want to go down and check it yourself? I keep the great chief's instructions in mind. From the production to the fighting method of the death knight, they are all based on necromancy magic... Then
But the traditional magic of our orcs! Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot..."
Gul'dan's voice became deeper and full of malice:
"How can the Dragonmaw clan, which has been dealing with dirty and lowly beasts all year round, understand the difference between obscure magic? I will not laugh at you for this, Zuluhid, I swear...hehehehe"
This series of insulting ridicules made Zuluhid furious. Just when he was about to stand up, the chief clenched his fists:
"Okay! That's enough, stop quarreling! Your endless quarrels disgust me..."
This scolding made Zuluhid obediently sit back in his seat. It was not that the chief could not see the success of the Death Knight and Gul'dan, but the more this happened, the more incompetent the Dragonmaw clan became.
You know, before Gul'dan began to study the death knight, the Dragonmaw clan was trying to control the artifact they were looking for in the far south of the continent. However, a year has passed and there has been no progress in the research on the artifact.
Although Nekros the Skullcrusher, a warlock under Zuluhid, used the artifact named "Dragon Soul" to control the Red Dragon Queen who came to investigate, he could not directly order the red dragons to obey him.
Evil orders.
This means that the Dragonmaw clan's year-long efforts have ended in failure. The most terrible thing is that under the background of Gul'dan's success, this failure is like a loud slap in the face, leaving him with only face left.
They were all beaten to pieces.
But at this moment, no one will pay attention to a loser.
"Master Dar, from your point of view, is this... well, death knight valuable?"
Warchief Orgrim looked at the Fire Blade Sword Master beside him. This old orc with superb martial arts stroked his snow-white beard and pondered for a moment. Finally, he nodded:
"Their defense and weird spell attacks are really amazing. If according to what Gul'dan said, they are super resistant to human magic, then there is no doubt that these 20 death knights can win the decisive battle.
Use it as an ambush. According to past experience, humans always like to gather mages together and use them. Once the death knight can break through the mages' position..."
A glimmer of light flashed in the sword master's eyes:
"Even if it only takes a few minutes, I can lead the sword masters with the fire blade and completely defeat them! But to do this, the number of death knights may be more."
"I see."
The warchief nodded. He turned to look at Gul'dan, his eyes gleaming with severity and distrust, but in the end, he issued a new order:
"Gul'dan, you have fulfilled your promise, and I will fulfill mine...I allow you to recall some of the souls of the orc warriors, but the number cannot exceed 200. This kind of death knight's existence is very important to us orcs.
Faith is a challenge. After this decisive battle, I don’t want to see the death knight still existing. Do you understand what I mean?”
"Yes, I understand, Chief."
Gul'dan lowered his head, a trace of ridicule and disdain flashed in his eyes:
"Their existence is to break the positions of human spellcasters for us. After victory, I guarantee that they will disappear, as if they have never existed..."
Gul'dan's obedience made Orgrimmar very satisfied. The warchief clapped his hands, stood up, and said to the chiefs behind him:
"Everyone is here, I will just talk about the trend of the next stage of the war."
"We are going to attack the human army from both front and rear. I will lead the front battlefield personally, and the rear battlefield will enter Quel'Thalas in batches in the name of aiding the trolls. I don't want to waste time on the land of the elves because of the trolls.
Too much power! Remember that!”
"Gul'dan, your Stormrage clan, as well as the Twilight's Hammer, and Zuluhid's Dragonmaw clan, will join the team heading to Quel'Thalas. You must assemble there and wait for my orders at all times.
Prepare to respond to the battlefield ahead! Kilrogg, I want your Blood Circle Clan to clear the entire wetland in the shortest possible time and open a path for the Horde army!"
"The arrogant humans thought that we would forcefully break through the Sardo Bridge and fight them in the heavily-armed Arathi Highlands. They made a wrong calculation! The Wetland fleet is about to be formed, and we will rush into Hillsbu from the sea.
The Ryder Hills... pierce their hearts like a sharp knife! But before we win, the Bloodring Clan and the Blacktooth Grinning Clan must hold back the human army in the Arathi Highlands!"
"This will be a surprise battle that will go down in history! Everyone, do you understand?!"
"Yes! Chief!"
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On the other side, Tyrion was brought into the hall of death knights by Talon Gorefiend, Taron Gor, who changed his name. The other 18 death knights were all human, just like Talon Gorefiend.
, Orc Soul, they were all famous warlocks in the past, and they are no strangers to manipulating the body of a knight to fight.
In addition, there are the remaining four old orc psychics and their apprentices in this hall.
The cunning Gul'dan had his own information channels. Warchief Orgrim wanted to conceal the fact that the tribe had no reinforcements, but he could not hide it from Gul'dan. He had already expected that the warchief would ask him to make more death knights.
Therefore, a few days ago, the few pure-blooded orcs in the tribe who had not drank the blood of demons and had magical talents were gathered here to serve as apprentices of the psychic.
The Necromancer is an ancient profession of the orcs, and the only four remaining Necromancers have their own insistence. Orcs who drink the blood of demons are considered blasphemy by them, and they are unwilling to teach the secret necromancy magic to these orcs.
Of course Gul'dan can kill them, but the psychic is also proficient in soul magic. He can't enslave the psychic like he enslaves other souls, so he can only follow the wishes of these four old orcs.
Of course, with Gul'dan's sinister character, these four old orcs will be dead after the death knight army is completed... There is almost no doubt about this.
"Come on! Drink the blood, brother!"
Talon Bloodfiend patted Tyrion's trembling body. He pointed at the brown-skinned pure-blood orcs in front of him in a strange voice and whispered:
"Their blood is pure... drink it and satisfy your twisted thirst!"
Tyrion's body shook. He was already dizzy from the hunger and thirst rising in his heart, but he instinctively wanted to refuse. Talon Gorefiend smiled and stuffed a sharp long sword into his hand.
, pushed him from behind.
The next moment, Tyrion, who could no longer endure the pain in his soul, took a step forward, grabbed a panicked pure-blooded orc, and pressed him against the wall behind him.
"puff"
The long sword passed through the chest. The moment Tyrion's sharp blade was pulled out from the wound, warm blood splashed in the air. The blood was suspended in the air under the control of the last trace of death energy in Tyrion's body.
Like a series of crystal clear gems.
He did not use his teeth to bite, that was the behavior of wild beasts. Even after death, some of the elves' habits stubbornly remained on Tyrion's body. He stretched out his trembling hand and put the blood beads in the palm of his hand.
, put it into your mouth.
Pure blood flowed in his mouth, like drinking the most delicious wine, and it also completely opened the taboo door.
"Shua"
More blood drops were sent into the elf's mouth, and dazzling blood stains appeared from the corners of his mouth, making this face that was still handsome but already covered by death look even more ferocious.
The hunger rising from the soul was slightly satisfied, but the next moment, it roared in Tyrion's body, like a greedy and hungry beast, it was craving for more!
As the blood entered the body, the emptiness in the body was filled, and the death energy that had dried up quickly filled up again. Tyrion's eyes, which had already fallen into the thirst for blood, glowed with blood red light, and he looked down at his feet.
The young orc who was on the verge of death flicked his finger in the air.
The next moment, the full death energy circulated through the magical structure of the warlock's "soul absorption" magic, and fell on the body of the young orc, making him beat like a dying fish on the ground, but
This cannot prevent the coming of bad luck.
"Shua"
The warm blood in his body was drawn out of the wound like a long snake, divided into three streams in the air, spinning into Tyrion's hand, until the last trace of the young orc's blood was drawn out, and the feet under his feet
The orcs had completely lost their lives, and the corpse was so shriveled that it made people feel horrified.
Tyrion placed the ball of blood in front of his eyes, a trace of pain and disgust flashed through his ice-blue pupils, but in the end, he reached out to scatter it, and it shrouded the air in front of him like a red blood mist.
, the death knight who no longer needed to breathe took a deep breath and inhaled all the blood-red mist into his body.
"Well"
He closed his eyes and let out a contented groan. His pale cheeks even turned a bright red, but soon became pale again, just like a real corpse.
This scene made other death knights put down their work. They were all very powerful warlocks, but the special form of magic used by Tyrion was something they had never seen before. They asked Talon
.The Blood Demon, who told the others exactly what happened in the arena.
Amidst the low-spirited discussions among the other warlocks, Talon Gorefiend stepped forward and patted Tyrion on the shoulder.
There was a playful smile on his strange human face:
"Really, I think the evil name Blood Demon suits you better, brother!"
Faced with this familiar conversation, Tyrion originally did not intend to pay attention, but after a moment, he still said softly in a hoarse voice:
"Thank you."
"Well? Why do you want to thank me? We are already brothers, aren't we?"
A false smile appeared on Talon Blood Demon's face, and at this moment, obscure consciousness sounded in his mind. His face became uglier, and he turned to Tyrion and tilted his head:
"Let's go. Mr. Gul'dan, who only gives orders from a high position, asked me to teach you more warlock spells. He is very optimistic about you, but believe me, this may not be a good thing."
"But I can feel that you have a dislike for the greedy Gul'dan. What a coincidence, I do too! Maybe we can become real "friends"!"
Talon Bloodfiend turned and left, and Tyrion followed behind him. Before leaving the hall, he looked back at the withered corpse behind him and clenched his fists.
"Although the apology seems a bit hypocritical, but... maybe I should say sorry to the unknown victim..."
His figure turned forward and finally disappeared into the darkness. His self-questioning rang in his heart, echoing like Huang Zhongdalu:
"As irresistible as death, what kind of monster will I become?"
