Tarongor, the former second-in-command of the Shadow Council, Gul'dan's most outstanding disciple, almost perfectly inherited Gul'dan's spells, power and...ambition.
When Warchief Blackhand was in power, Tarongor, as Gul'dan's most trusted subordinate, would help Gul'dan and Chieftain Blackhand deal with many things that were inconvenient for them to interfere with.
For example, a year ago, assassins were sent to assassinate Durotan and his wife, the exiled chief of the Frostwolf clan. This was only an insignificant part of all the bad things Tarongor had done. However, the problem was... Durotan and Orgrim
.Doomhammer has been a close friend since childhood. After hearing that the Durotans were assassinated by assassins of the Shadow Council, Orgrim finally couldn't bear it anymore.
This directly caused him and the Blackhand Warchief's sacred Makgora, leading to the warchief's death. The first thing Orgrim did after becoming the warchief was to remove all members of the Shadow Council.
From top to bottom, except for Gul'dan, they were all killed, and poor Tarongor could not escape this disaster.
Just as Gul'dan said: "You will always lose something when you cross the door of death." In fact, it is not just loss. After reawakening from death, the death knight named Talon Bloodfiend also gained.
A lot.
For example, the most important thing is to let him understand that Gul'dan, a complete conspirator, is unreliable...
When Talon Gorefiend roughly pushed Gul'dan's closed meditation chamber away, he saw his old friend in panic, disguising his strong body as an old man. Seeing this scene,
The death knight had no fluctuation in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.
He coughed lightly and said in his weird accent:
"Oh, Gul'dan, my friend, there is no need to be nervous, no one will reveal your secret..."
Talon Gorefiend walked into the meditation room and closed the door with his hand. He turned to look at Gul'dan, and Gul'dan also looked at him. The meaning in their eyes was unclear.
The Blood Demon reached out and touched his beard. This was the beard carefully trimmed by the previous owner of this body. It was very handsome and made him look very masculine.
He looked at Gul'dan and made a seemingly trivial request:
"The premise is that you have to hand over this disobedient little knight to me..."
"What did you say?"
Gul'dan's dark red eyes flashed with anger. He looked at Talon Bloodfiend, pointed at Tyrion, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know what he did to me?!"
The Gorefiend looked at Gul'dan's mouth that had become a gaping hole. The fang on the left side of the warlock's mouth was broken by Tyrion's punch. Combined with the fist mark on his cheek, it looked so funny that Gul'dan's mouth was broken.
A lot of the gloomy aura on Dan's body was dissipated, making him look like a clown instead of the majesty of a great warlock.
"Well, I saw it!"
The Blood Demon suppressed his laughter, but in the end he couldn't hold it back:
"Your new image is good, old friend, hahahaha."
"boom"
Gul'dan's fist hit the table on the side and he shouted loudly:
"Stop laughing! Damn it, what on earth are you doing here! Tarongor!"
"Okay, I won't laugh."
The Blood Demon stopped smiling, and in less than a second, his face turned gloomy, like a real corpse. He pointed at Tyrion, who had been smashed on the ground, and his body had been twisted into shape. He lightly
Coughed:
"I want him! Tyrion. Blade of Dawn! He is a member of the Death Knight, and he cannot die here without any reason!"
"What does this mean? Old friend."
Gul'dan's eyes narrowed. He sensed something abnormal in Talon Gorefiend's plain tone. He took a few steps back and sat on the chair. He looked at Talon Gorefiend and said in a deep voice.
:
"Are you going to go against me for a little elf? My student..."
"It's not that I did it right. My dear mentor, the life or death of this knight is not important. It is just a certificate of surrender."
Talon Gorefiend knelt down and lifted Tyrion on his shoulders. He stood up and looked at Gul'dan, a trace of disgust flashed in his dark red eyes:
"I just felt once again how painful it is to have an unreliable leader. Since you sold us without caring, then unfortunately, our cooperation can only go so far."
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Gul'dan's voice became a lot harsher, and he asked:
"When did I sell you?"
"Two hours ago, Orgrim asked you to wipe out the Death Knights, that is, us, after the war is over. How did you answer, my mentor?"
Talon Bloodfiend's voice turned cold. This question left Gul'dan speechless for a moment, because he indeed agreed to Orgrim outright. He looked at Talon Bloodfiend who was waiting for an answer.
Demon, he took a deep breath and his voice became softer:
"Don't be like this! Tarongor, you and I have been friends for more than 10 years, and I have never treated you as a dispensable character. Let me guess, it was the loser Zuluhid who told you this.
It's all right, right? It really makes me sad. You would rather believe in Zuluhid than your friends... What's more, you also know the behavior of the Shadow Council very well. After the war is over, I just need
I can find any reason to put you..."
"Come on, Gul'dan!"
Talon Gorefiend was tired of the endless lies of the man in front of him, so he stopped Gul'dan's persuasion:
"After the war, it is unknown whether you can save your life. I think you should know very well how much Orgrim hates you... As for who told me this, unfortunately, it was not Zulu
Sid!”
A trace of ridicule flashed in the blood demon's eyes:
"Orgrim found me, Gul'dan, a long time ago. He promised me that as long as the death knights will always be loyal to the tribe, he will allow us to continue to exist in the name of the warchief and fight for the tribe forever.
The premise is that we must make a clean break with a dangerous element..."
"Dangerous person, do you mean me?"
Gul'dan stretched out his fingers and rubbed his forehead, and in his eyes, a trace of anger flashed away.
Obviously, Orgrim deliberately set a trap, and he, who was always known for his cunning, actually jumped in without any precautions. It was obvious that Tarongor had fallen to the side of the warchief, but Gu
Erdan was not going to just sit back and wait for death. He raised his head and looked at Talon Blood Demon. He shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"Do you still believe Orgrim? Are you crazy? Taron Gor, have you forgotten who cut off your head? And who rescued you! You brainless traitor!"
"No! I don't trust Orgrim!"
Talon Bloodfiend took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand, and held the black soul stone on the table. He looked at Gul'dan and shrugged:
"But it turns out that he is more reliable than you... You have a big secret hidden in your heart. Gul'dan, your ambition is too great. Just being close to you makes me feel scared! You are doing something
It's a very dangerous thing, and dangerous things always require a lot of cannon fodder. Maybe at this time, parting ways with you is the right choice!"
The Blood Demon glanced at his mentor and said softly:
"You have to learn something after you die once... I have already been cannon fodder for you once, and I don't want to be a second time."
After saying this, the Blood Demon turned around, carried the unconscious Tyrion, and strode towards the door of the meditation room. After he took a few steps, Gul'dan's ferocious laughter, accompanied by the movement of magic power,
A vibration sounded behind him:
"It seems that you have made up your mind, Tarongor. Unfortunately, you should have known before you set foot on this road that there is no way back..."
This sentence made the blood demon stop for a moment. He stood there and snorted:
"I want to break up with you, Gul'dan, do you really think I haven't made any preparations?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of Gul'dan's meditation room was shattered by the surging magic power. At the entrance of the dark meditation room, 18 dark figures stood out, including Talon Gorefiend and Tyrion.
The 20 death knights of the first generation all stood on the opposite side of Gul'dan. At least at this moment, this sinister warlock was betrayed by everyone.
Except for Tyrion, a little weakling, the other 19 death knights are all famous warlocks from the Shadow Council. This is enough power to shake Gul'dan head-on.
Seeing this scene, the magic brewing in Gul'dan's hand was suddenly interrupted. He looked at Talon Bloodfiend with a gloomy face. The latter turned around, stretched out a finger to him, and shook it in the air:
"The death knight is truly free, Gul'dan, don't expect us to work for you anymore!"
He turned around and walked out of the meditation room, reaching out and patting Tyrion on the shoulder:
"That was a good punch. Welcome, Tyrion, you are on our side now."
The scene of a complete break between master and apprentice that was staged in the corner of Grim Batol was quickly reported to Orgrim by the spies. After the warchief heard the news, his rough face was full of expressions.
smile.
Death knights have amazing combat capabilities. At least in the war with humans, they are an indispensable force. But if these death knights are still entangled with Gul'dan, then he would rather destroy them with his own hands than put them away.
Putting a restless force around him, facts have proven that anyone who is close to a warlock like Gul'dan is completely untrustworthy.
Before putting Gul'dan's Ravager clan on the battlefield of Quel'Thalas, as the warchief, he must also give this restless guy a beating. So far, it seems that the effect has been achieved. If he continues to be restless,
Go down, Saurfang will teach him the final lesson!
The great chief raised his head, feeling refreshed after solving a problem. He looked at the continental map sewn with animal skins in front of him, his fingers slid on the map, and he said softly:
"Gul'dan's problem is solved, now... all that's left is the decisive battle in Hillsbrad Hills!"
"The tribe will win this battle!"
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On the other side, in the death knight's psychic hall, several psychic apprentices are busy helping Tyrion adjust the bones in his body. Crushing fractures are simply catastrophic injuries for life, but for the dead
Said, it only takes a few restorative spells and a period of rest to recover.
Tyrion was lying in the recovery circle filled with necromancy energy. His upper body was naked, feeling the cold necromancy energy repairing his body bit by bit, but as he spoke, his heart was not at peace.
He has figured out the reason for his bloodthirsty. In the huge memory of this world, he has found the source of his self-change.
The air in Quel'Thalas is filled with a high concentration of magic. Over thousands of years, it has fundamentally changed the physique of the high elves. Once they stay away from Quel'Thalas for too long, the high elves will develop "magic addiction."
"Symptoms, this kind of addiction is just like the most stubborn drug. It can only be alleviated but cannot be eradicated.
But there are always exceptions. In Tyrion's already vague memory, 15 years later, a group of high elves who followed Kael'thas will be resurrected after death. Their situation is exactly the same as Tyrion.
After being resurrected, the demonic addiction in the body mutates and becomes bloodthirsty, even like a vampire, and ultimately can only survive on blood.
They call themselves...Salain, the cursed blood elf...But now, fate has pushed Tyrion to this position, making him the first Salain in Azeroth. This is not a big deal.
It's an honor.
The moment before his vision was completely submerged by the rolling dark red necromantic energy, Tyrion's blue eyes slowly closed, and he whispered:
"Salain and the Death Knight?"
"Sounds like the beginning of this second life is quite interesting..."
Life, whether it is gorgeous or tender; memory, whether it is beautiful or painful.
All these have left him, and now, as a dead person, he will rejoin the destiny that has been opened again.
Only this time, will he choose to continue to follow fate and watch it, or resist fate and reverse it?
The story of Death Knight Tyrion, Blade of Dawn...at this moment, really begins.
(The relationship between Talon Gorefiend and Gul'dan is not the author's imagination. It comes from the latest version of the Chronicle. After the warlocks of the Shadow Council were resurrected as death knights, they were no longer loyal to Gul'dan. In fact,
There is no such thing as loyalty among warlocks! Therefore, be wary of the warlocks around you!)
