A low groan sounded in the dark stone chamber, like the last breath of a dying person. It was full of corruption and despair, but in this stone chamber filled with necromantic runes, it represented awakening.
.
It was awakening from a long dormancy.
"哐"
The tightly closed sarcophagus was roughly pushed open from the inside, and the heavy stone cover hit the ground, making a noisy sound. The next moment, a dark figure sat up from the sarcophagus, and he looked around blankly.
, seemed to be still entangled between dormant dreams and reality, but after a moment, those light green eyes became alive.
"Click"
This slender figure climbed up from the sarcophagus. He lowered his head and looked at the black horniness covering his body. It looked like the hard shell left after an insect cocooned. Some places had been broken, revealing the black shell.
Underneath, the fresh and smooth skin looks like new skin.
The awakened guy frowned. This action made the scabs on his face begin to fall off. This disgusting scene made him close his eyes, and with the surge of stronger and gentler death energy in his body, he began to
The cold current bursting out removed all the black scabs on the body surface, and soon, a slender and toned body appeared in the darkness.
He closed his eyes and groped in the darkness. Soon, he touched the familiar armor on the table next to the sarcophagus. The sensitive touch brought by his new body made it a little difficult for him to adapt. It was like, like
It's back to the state it was in when I was alive, that kind of senses that directly penetrate into the soul, instead of the dry transmission as before.
Amidst the rustling sound, black, exquisite heavy armor with thorns and skull patterns was put on his body. His fingers danced on the table, and finally he tightened the hilt of the sword at the end.
The cold weapon and the slender body contained new power. The heavy sword, which was originally heavy, seemed like a light feather in his hand. When he swung it casually, the whistling sound that broke the air seemed very dangerous.
"Click"
Phoenix's heavy sword was inserted back into the scabbard on his back. He put his fingers into his gauntlets, fastened the straps, and then took a step forward. With the dim light shining from the crystal lamp, the awakened Death Lord opened his eyes.
In front of him was a dark mirror. Probably because it had not been taken care of for a long time, the surface of the mirror was covered with dust, and only a blurry shadow could be seen.
He stretched out his fingers and wiped away the dust on the surface of the mirror. What came into view was a fresh face as if it were alive. Even the gray eyes had returned to the light green color of the living person, except for the long gray hair.
Besides, there are almost no traces of death left on this body.
It has been injected with vitality again, but unfortunately, the one who dominates this living body is still a slightly tired and indifferent soul.
“Not bad.”
Serent Firewing stood in front of the mirror and turned around. Finally, he nodded with some satisfaction. The effect of the blood elves of the Life-Binder was better than he thought.
The Death Lord looked back at the sarcophagus in the center of the stone chamber. He retracted his gaze and walked towards the exit. Before leaving, he took off the black iron bow hanging on the wall, carried it behind his back, and strode out of the stone chamber.
It took him five minutes to reach the top palace of the Dark Temple. This new body was pure and powerful. The flexibility weakened by death also returned to him, allowing him to regain the agility he had as a ranger.
When Serent came to the rooftop hall, other death lords were already standing there. They were standing in the hall, talking quietly, and in front of everyone was the frozen throne.
Apparently, the Death Lords are waiting for the Dark Blade King to awaken.
"Hey, it looks like I'm the last one to wake up."
Serente walked into the lords, greeted a few familiar people, and finally stood next to Rogelio. This guy was still as silent as before, although he also regained the same body as the living.
, but the coldness lingering around Rogge's body is still more like an orthodox undead than Serent.
Beside them, Luminas was discussing in a low voice with Yrel and Queen Lexi some topics that would only interest girls. It seemed that her more beautiful appearance and fresh skin made them very satisfied, and the increase in combat power
, was thrown aside by these two guys who valued appearance more.
The two orcs were leaning against the stone pillar at the back, almost silent as before.
The blood lords stood on the other side. Thanks to their ability to draw blood, they also received the essence of the Dragon King's blood and did not sleep. Instead, they had a longer adaptation period. Their strength came from blood, and
If they want to control this powerful Dragon King's blood, what they need is daily adaptation and practice.
On the right side of the Death Lord and the Blood Lord, stood the matron Alleria. She was holding her adopted daughter, Dornan. The Blade of Dawn was looking curiously at the knights around her. After she was fully accustomed to death,
After the existence of spirits, children are no longer afraid, but have developed a strong interest in them.
"Click"
An inaudible breaking sound sounded from the ice in front of me, like a muffled thunder, causing all the sounds to dissipate at this moment. Everyone looked at the throne in front, where the crystal clear cold
On the surface of the ice, a crack has appeared. Just like the frequency of breathing, it spreads quickly across the thick ice.
Soon, the solid ice covering the throne and Tyrion himself was covered with spider web-like cracks, and the ice-blue eyes of the Death King who was frozen in it blinked, and soon, the broken ice
Spread out in an explosive manner.
But the splashing ice cubes did not hurt anyone. They were evolved from Tyrion's death energy. After the King of the Undead fully awakened, these ice cubes quickly dissipated and turned into wisps of dark red.
The light wrapped around Tyrion's body surface and returned to its origin.
"哐"
Lord Dark Blade stood up from the cold throne. His whole body was wrapped with unimaginable thick energy. His activated body became tougher, as if the container itself was expanded, and the death energy in his body that had been concentrated to the limit was restored.
Once it began to breed, this time there was no need for the blasphemous seal. The moment Tyrion crossed his fingers, the thick death energy wrapped around his body, like a set of armor given by darkness.
Behind him, the closed energy wings fluttered slowly, and then suddenly opened, like a shadow that covered the sky and the sun, shrouding Tyrion himself. The next second, the Dark Blade King followed him.
Gathering the energy in his body, the wings covering his body turned into black feathers of light and dissipated in the stagnant air.
"Have you rested enough? Everyone?"
Tyrion sat back on the throne, put his hands on the armrests, glanced at the people in front of him, and whispered:
"Remember the future I promised you when we came to Draenor?"
"We will return to the place where we were born, we will reshape the world in our own way, and we will take revenge on the black hands hidden behind the curtain of the world. For a great goal, we are united and fighting until now...
.There is no need to wait any longer.”
"The time has come! Everyone...it's time to declare our existence to Azeroth. It's time to make the living tremble. Our era has begun, and the only thing I can't be sure of is...you are ready.
Is it done?"
"I'm already tired of waiting."
In the silence of everyone, Luminas folded her arms and shouted loudly:
"Let's begin, Tyrion! Take us back to Azeroth! Wash that world with death and blood, and build our own dark empire!"
"Hehehe, I knew it."
Tyrion let out a deep laugh:
"I knew you were ready. Prepare your troops for war! Let Khadgar begin to widen the Dark Portal. All doubts will be answered in the war. In that terrible world, so many admirable people are looking for someone.
The reason that can unite all the living... let us satisfy them!"
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In the continent of Draenor, Gorgrond, in the center of Everglades, the great lich Khadgar, who had awakened from months of hibernation, stood quietly by the pool. In the pool in front of him, Drai was immersed in the water.
The surface of the Nigerian eco-ship has been completely wrapped by fresh vines. Under the greater lich's keener touch, under the steel shell, the powerful source of life has completely awakened.
Like a huge heart beating, with that breathing frequency, the trees in the entire Everbright Woodland are growing rapidly. In just a few months, the originally barren land of Gorgrond now has three trees.
One-third of it has been covered by lush vegetation.
The life force contained in the awakened creature in front of him was something Khadgar had never seen in any classics. That kind of pure, aggressive and expansionary life force, in the magic vision of the archlich,
It looked so ferocious.
Beside him, stood two mages, one tall and one short. They were both alive, but their bodies were trembling and silent. It was obvious that they were in extreme fear.
The death knight Jor-El, who obeyed Khadgar's orders, stood beside the archlich. When Khadgar turned his head, the death knight said in a hoarse voice:
"Tyrion has woken up. He has issued a war mobilization, and the undead in the entire Outland have begun to gather... He is not willing to wait any longer."
"Of course he doesn't want to."
Khadgar said calmly:
"If I had such a huge army and caught up with the wars in Azeroth, and people were in panic, I would not wait any longer. Tyrion is a person who is very good at seizing opportunities. He made such a move
The decision is not surprising. Frankly speaking, having such a resolute leader can occasionally make people feel at ease."
"Qiao, go report to the Hellfire Legion. From now on, you must become Tyrion's loyal subordinate, perfectly complete any tasks he asks, and you don't need to hide anything from him. I will contact you when necessary.
your."
"As you command, my lord!"
Jor Al didn't refute anything. He just accepted the order like a real death knight, and then strode away from the Evergreen Woods. As a result, there were only three people left in this prosperous forest full of twisted vitality.
A mage.
"A long time will always make people forget a lot of things, but the light of friendship will not fade as time goes by."
Khadgar turned around and looked at the human mage behind him, with a strange smile on his cold face:
"My friend Arugao, are you not going to say something to me?"
Under the cold gaze of the Archlich, the human mage Arugal, who was roughly knocked unconscious and then flew all the way to the continent of Draenor, clenched his fists. He had been having a hard time these past few days, especially as he couldn't erase the pain in his heart.
Humiliated and anxious, he looked at Khadgar and gritted his teeth and said:
"What do you want me to say to you? Your subordinates killed my mentor...Master Wuer is indifferent to the world. He will not join your war at all. That slovenly old man is innocent, why do you want to kill him?"
If you kill him? Why should you let me live?"
"The Blood Watchers also paid a price for assassinating the Archmage of Ur. Ms. Nassa was injured, and four Watcher recruits died in Dalaran. This is all because of your lack of cooperation!"
Khadgar said coldly:
"Your stupid choice caused me to lose a valuable ally, and you have no idea what I am doing. The King of the Dead will bring destruction to your world, and what I want is different from him...
.You just need to know this! I took the risk and brought you back to Draenor not to hear you reprimand me. Now, tell me, are you willing to obey me, or will you continue to fight against me?"
"Don't expect me to serve you!"
Arugal stared at Khadgar with hatred in his eyes: "The Gilneans will never surrender!"
"it's a pity..."
Khadgar shook his head. The next moment, a sudden burst of cold breath instantly froze the high-level mage Arugao into an ice sculpture. His angry expression still remained on his face, and the life... in his body
The fire of life has been completely extinguished.
As if the archlich had crushed a reptile to death, he turned his attention to the dwarf mage next to Arugal. A trace of curiosity flashed in Khadgar's eyes:
"Mr. Milhouse, as far as I know, no one in Dalaran has survived the chaotic teleportation in space. You are the first..."
The dwarf archmage looked pale. He looked at Arugao who was frozen into an ice sculpture next to him. He swallowed hard, gestured with his fingers, and said in a sharp voice unique to the dwarf:
"That's all just luck... If it weren't for your help, I would have died in a fall from a high altitude..."
"So I saved you... Milhouse, you have to learn to be grateful and serve me... I will only say it once..."
Seeing the ice magic shining on Khadgar's fingertips, the dwarf archmage gave up decisively. He knelt on the ground on one knee and lowered his head to Khadgar:
"Okay, okay! I am willing... willing to serve you, Mr. Powerful Lich."
"No! Not for me."
Khadgar corrected Milhouse Manastorm's incorrect statement. He pointed to the sky in the southeast and said softly:
"It is to serve our master, King of the Dead Tyrion. Blade of Dawn, remember this!"
