"Frankly speaking, this is the first time that a situation like yours has appeared in all the stories I have heard."
Gul'dan sat in his meditation room, surrounded by active darkness, and the corners of the room were filled with various creepy decorations, just like the residence of the evil mage in the story, Gul'dan.
Dan successfully used his bad taste to reveal his inner evil.
As a warlock, cruelty and cunning are always the best virtues. If you add some greed for power, indifference to life, and completely bottomless behavior and annihilate the soul of all humanity, then you are completely
Can stand out among the group of warlocks.
And the Gul'dan in front of him has all these "advantages", and he is outstanding.
Even when he was talking to Tyrion, he was still holding a water glass carved with a special skull in his hand. The green viscous suspicious liquid rippling in it was obviously not water or wine. God knows what disgusting thing it was.
..
But if you just look at his eyes, this kind of Gul'dan is actually acceptable. His dark red eyes are filled with the pursuit of secrets. In fact, he is no different from a curious magic apprentice.
"Your demon-eating physique, your soul that can adapt to this body, and your extreme thirst for blood after death, as well as the rapid transformation of blood and death energy in your body... all of this,
It all made me so curious. After understanding the biggest secret of the world, your little secret also gave me a little fun, just like...the dessert waiting for a big meal."
Gul'dan's eyes narrowed. He looked at Tyrion standing in the darkness, coughed slightly, put down the water glass in his hand, and looked at him:
"Aren't you going to satisfy my curiosity? Tyrion, Blade of Dawn..."
Facing the reshaper of his own cut-off life, Tyrion thought for a moment in the darkness, and finally, he whispered:
"I would love to tell you, but secrets come at a price, Mr. Gul'dan. Secrets are never free. Not now, not ever."
"Ah"
Gul'dan twisted his intertwined fingers, and a small piece of black soul stone appeared in his palm:
"So, you are bargaining with me?"
"Snapped"
Red flames appeared in Gul'dan's hands, burning the black soul stone. The moment the flames licked the soul stone, Tyrion standing in front let out a suppressed cry of pain. He gritted his teeth and tried to
He supported his fallen body with his hands, slid his fingers on the table, and swept everything on the table to the ground, making a clanking sound.
The burning pain in his soul made him lean against the cold wall behind him. His fingers touched the stone, and even drew blood marks.
"who do you think You Are?"
The sacrificial fire in Gul'dan's hand suddenly disappeared. He raised his head. Under the hood, the wrinkled, green, old face was covered with a vicious smile, which made the broken fang on the left side of his mouth appear.
Everyone became excited:
"Do you think you are qualified to bargain with me?"
"Say it, don't let yourself suffer anymore..."
This was the first time Tyrion suffered the burning pain from his soul after being resurrected as a death knight. In the darkness, he looked at the soul stone held in Gul'dan's hand, and his eyes flashed.
Shen, after the pain in his soul dissipated, he asked in a deep voice:
"What's this?"
"What else could it be?"
Gul'dan raised the black soul stone in his hand:
"No one knows where the souls of people in your world will go after they die, but there will always be some incomplete fragments left on your body. This is the same in every world. Spiritualism can bring back your soul.
, but it’s not complete, death... When you step through the door of death, you have to leave something behind, right?”
"And as a warlock, we only need to quietly do something to your already disabled soul, just like this!"
Gul'dan raised the soul stone in his hand, and a wisp of flame shot up the black stone, causing Tyrion to let out a suppressed cry of pain again, as if to declare his majesty. The orc warlock laughed:
"You have to obey my orders. Of course, I don't need your loyalty, Tyrion. I just want your obedience. So, do you want to humble yourself and bend your knees? Or do you want to die proudly?"
"That's enough! Put it down and I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"
Tyrion shouted, and Gul'dan nodded with satisfaction. He picked up the cup again and shook the viscous green liquid in the cup:
"Say it, I'm listening."
"I am a high elf. I have lived in Quel'Thalas' highly concentrated magical air for 300 years from birth to now..."
Tyrion rubbed his forehead, took a few steps forward with a shaky body, and said in a hoarse voice:
"But in my parents' generation, or even their parents' generation, the powerful magic power from the Sunwell was slowly transforming the bodies and souls of the high elves. Over a long period of 6,800 years, the high elves
Our bodies have already undergone certain changes, and there will be nothing abnormal in the environment of Quel'Thalas, but once we step out of that environment for too long, we will...will..."
Probably because of the pain caused by the flames, Tyrion's voice was a little trembling and low. When he got to the key point, the cup and the black soul stone in Gul'dan's hand were placed on the table, in front of his body.
Qing asked in a deep voice:
"What will happen?"
"It will... be like this!"
Tyrion's face suddenly lifted up at this moment, his blue eyes shining with blood-colored light. His right hand reached out, and the death energy filled in his body rushed out from the palm of his hand. There was a gap between him and Gul'dan.
The distance was less than 5 meters, and the dark red energy hit Gul'dan's body almost instantly.
As the strongest warlock in the world at present, the moment Tyrion stretched out his hand, Gul'dan's fingers jumped, and four protective magics of demon skin, magic armor, shadow absorption enchantment, and soul extraction were applied to it.
With such a level of protection, it is enough to confront a human archmage, let alone a mere death knight.
But to his surprise, the death energy that hit his chest was not lethal. The moment it touched his body, the dark red death energy flowed in a strange reverse direction, like the guidance of a warlock's magic "soul absorption"
Action, but it does not act on the soul... but on the body!
Death Grip! The second signature skill of the Death Knight that was "restored" by Tyrion in a short period of time.
"Shua"
This kind of attack that had never been seen in the world caught Gul'dan off guard for a moment. When he reacted, his body had already risen into the air, and he was grabbed and rushed towards the grinning Tyrion. Gul'dan's reaction was extremely
Quickly, with a flick of his hand, two huge bursts of soul fire hit Tyrion's body.
But at the same time, Tyrion's fist wrapped in death energy also landed hard on his cheek.
"Feel the pain you inflict on me, bastard!"
"boom"
Gul'dan's body was knocked back several steps by the punch, and Tyrion in front of him was hit by the soul fire of the great warlock's rage. His entire body was wrapped in purple flames, and he was fiercely hit.
It hit the wall behind, and the unparalleled impact caused the entire meditation room to shake violently, and a human-shaped depression had appeared in the shattered wall.
"puff"
Gul'dan turned his head and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva. The broken fang was so conspicuous. When he turned his head, under his torn hood, the frostbite and fist marks on his cheek were
Such ridicule made the sinister chief of the Ravager clan look a little embarrassed.
And he always had to extend his body with the cane, and the powerful evil energy storm swirled around his body, crazily corroding anything it came into contact with, and his dark red eyes were beating with undisguised anger and viciousness.
.
At this time, Gul'dan still had the decrepit appearance of before. He was clearly an orc in his prime! His previous weakness and old age were all just disguises!
"boom"
Gul'dan stretched out his hand, with tyrannical magic beating at his fingertips. He grabbed Tyrion's body embedded in the wall like a spider web and "plucked" him out. In the green light, the ranger's twisted body was lifted high.
When he reached the air, two-thirds of his body's bones were shattered by the impact. If it weren't for the fact that his body was dead, Tyrion would probably die again now.
But even so, his soul also became weak and dim under the burning of the soul fire.
"You...want to die that much?"
Gul'dan stared at Tyrion. The latter's body was stretched to the extreme in the green light hovering in the air. A line of cold blood flowed from Tyrion's forehead, covering half of his face.
Facing Gul'dan's questioning with extreme murderous intent, Tyrion grinned with difficulty:
"A mere orc... still wants to enslave my freedom? Apart from it, I have nothing... Who do you think you are? You can never take it away from me!"
"Hehe, hahahaha!"
Hearing this rude speech, Gul'dan did not become angrier. On the contrary, he let out a series of harsh laughter, and against his already gaping mouth, Gul'dan said softly:
"Another idiot who thinks death is the end!"
He turned his wrist, and the dark green light in his palm slowly turned into a blazing dark red flame. This flame illuminated Gul'dan's vicious face, and he whispered:
"Soon, soon you will know, unruly Tyrion... Death is not the end, it is just the starting point of your suffering! You will also know how tragic it is for your soul to fall into the hands of a warlock.
one thing!"
Gul'dan's fingers were beating, Tyrion's twisted body fell to the ground bit by bit, and his soul was pulled out of his body bit by bit. Obviously, for Tyrion's adventure,
Gul'dan no longer intends to keep this uncontrollable death knight.
But at this moment...
"boom"
The door of Gul'dan's meditation room was violently pushed open. The sound made the furious Gul'dan suddenly startled. His stretched body suddenly shrank back, and he returned to his original old look.
At this time, a slightly weird accent sounded behind him:
"Oh, Gul'dan, my friend, there is no need to be nervous, no one will reveal your little secret..."
"The premise is that you have to hand over this disobedient little knight to me..."
