The so-called obsession is actually easy to understand. You can think of it as a wish, as a dream, or as something you long for.
For living people, obsessions often change, because human desires are endless. Once you get what you want, you will desire another thing. The so-called desire is difficult to satisfy, which refers to this kind of behavior.
But for the dead, obsession is a very important thing...its importance even exceeds everything else.
"Death is a concept, Grokush..."
Late at night, Tyrion, who was finally free, was in a good mood. He sat in his tent and said to his knight retinue:
"In the past few months that I have become a death knight, I have felt this concept more and more. It is around you and me, you can reach out and touch it!"
"Buzz"
A ball of dark red death energy surged in Tyrion's hand, and he placed it in front of Grokush:
"The body is dead, but the soul continues to exist. Because of the existence of the soul, the dead body can move again, but the concept of death has brought new changes to the body. We no longer need to breathe, we begin to hate light and get close to darkness.
We no longer need to eat or drink water. Our lifestyle is completely opposed to that of living people! Life force is continuously born in the bodies of living people..."
"And in our bodies, the power of death is constantly growing. I call it death energy, or death spiritual power, the opposite of life force! This is the source of our power!"
Tyrion looked at his apprentice, his ice blue eyes did not have much warmth, and he said softly:
"You have to learn to control this power, just like when you were alive, you learned to control the anger of a warrior! It's not difficult at all!"
"boom"
Grokush followed Tyrion's example and extracted the spiritual power of death from his body. However, as a former warrior, he was not good at manipulating energy, so after a moment, the ghost lingered in the palm of Grokush's hand.
The death spiritual power inside exploded, corroding his steel gauntlet into shape.
"No! Tyrion, this is difficult!"
The death knight recruit took off his broken gauntlet and said with a headache:
"Every time I let my will control it, things go bad... It doesn't listen to me at all! It's like it's fighting me! And the memories in my head, they're like
It's like a ghost shadow that is haunting me. Can you understand? Tyrion! It's like a living person dreaming. As soon as I close my eyes now, those memories will jump out... They remind me that I still have a dream.
While alive."
Grokush's tone suddenly became irritable:
"The smell of beautiful air, delicious meat, and fine wine! Those smells are so real that every time I wake up, I hate this dead body even more!!"
"I can't breathe, the meat I eat has no taste at all, and I drink like water! It's just torturing me! Death is not the beginning at all! This resurrection is a kind of torture!"
"ah!"
Grokush stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, his gray eyes flickered, and a dark red light began to shine in them, and the body of the death knight apprentice began to tremble.
The instinctive anger of the soul made the soul in his dead body become irritable. The instinct originating from death drove him to hate everything around him and life, and disgust led to violence and destruction!
He was lost! This orc was lost in the void of death.
Tyrion calmly looked at his apprentice who was about to be lost. This was the daily life of a death knight, even the powerful Talon Bloodfiend was no exception... and Tyrion himself had had such a bad experience.
In the uncontrollable rage caused by death, he tore the bodies of seven Death Knight recruits with his own hands that time, and also drained the blood of three young orc psychics. From then on, Talon Bloodfiend
A new order was issued, and every talented death knight recruit must learn from the old knight until he can limit his desire for destruction.
"Enough! You must learn to suppress your desires!"
Tyrion said in a deep voice. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Grokush, who was holding his head and roaring in front of him. The changing frost runes danced on his fingertips. The next second, thick and cold death spiritual power spurted out from his fingertips.
, like a heavy chain, binding the Grokush in front of him.
As Tyrion continued to input death spiritual power, Grokush's body was frozen in place bit by bit, just like a real, crystal clear, frozen ice sculpture.
"Desire is not something that the dead should have! It will only make you suffer!"
Tyrion stood up and looked at Grokush who was frozen in ice. The death knight would not die from frostbite, so this ice sculpture was just a lesson given to him by Tyrion.
"The desire to eat meat, the desire to drink, the desire to breathe...what you can't get will breed resentment. No one will pay attention to the resentment of the deceased, and the resentment will bless you. In the end, this resentment will destroy you.
about you!"
Tyrion clenched his fists:
"Don't think about things that only living people can think about! Accept your identity, you are already dead!"
"Snapped"
Grokush used brute force to break the ice around him. He knelt down on the ground panting. The harsh ice just now made his reason return. He raised his head, with ice shards still on his face. He looked at
Looking at Tyrion, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes:
"But it hurts so much...I've had enough! Come on, kill me and end this!"
"Do you really want to die?"
Tyrion knelt down and looked at Grokush in front of him, his blue eyes were like ice cubes:
"Then why not end your second life yourself?"
Grokush did not answer, and Tyrion's questioning also did not end:
"You still have something you want to do, right? Otherwise you wouldn't accept Talon Bloodfiend's call to wake up from the sleep of death... You haven't done what you want to do, are you really willing to do it again?
Did you die? I also know that you were awakened in the Blackrock Spire Cemetery... Tell me! Grokush, my squire, who are you!"
"You still want to know my secret?"
Grokush looked directly into Tyrion's eyes for the first time. Finally, in the extreme exhaustion of his soul, he no longer concealed:
"Well, I am Blackhand, Blackhand, the former warchief who was killed by Orgrim himself. You guessed it... The warlock under Talon Gorefiend doesn't know this. He thinks I'm just an ordinary person.
The orc warrior, I don’t want to die like this, I want to kill Gul’dan who abandoned me, and then watch my two sons grow up!”
"You know everything... now, kill me! Set me free!"
"No wonder you are so different..."
A glimmer of understanding flashed in Tyrion's eyes. Resurrected death knights often inherit some of their abilities in life. Grokush's pure strength and combat skills are so strong that they are not like ordinary orcs at all. The most important thing is
Yes, unlike other dull death knights, this guy's intelligence is also a bit abnormally active.
But this cunning guy has been hiding this until the last time he and Tyrion went to the hills for reconnaissance. Tyrion saw Grokush tearing apart 6 human soldiers with brute force in less than 10 minutes.
Only then did he really begin to doubt this dull knight apprentice.
The truth of the matter also proved Tyrion's guess.
"Don't you hate Orgrim?"
Tyrion asked curiously: "He killed you with his own hands."
"Why hate?"
Grokush shrugged, a trace of calmness flashed in his gray eyes:
"I was killed in the holy Mak'gollari. I died like a real orc chief. And in the one year since Orgrim took over the tribe, he did what I couldn't do in four years."
, he is better than me and more suitable to be the chief than me, I will not deny this."
"And after I died, after I calmed down completely, I thought a lot, and then I realized that Gul'dan! Gul'dan is the mastermind behind everything!"
He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice:
"He destroyed my world and almost destroyed the tribe. I did too many wrong things in the first half of my life. Under the temptation of Gul'dan's promise of power, I personally destroyed the clan and the world I had sworn to protect.
, Therefore, I want to kill him! This is the redemption I must carry out! This is what I hope to do most!"
"But this body! This human body!"
Grokush looked at his human hands and shook his head:
"It's too weak. I can't even beat you now... Gul'dan only needs to curl his fingers and I will die miserably on the spot."
"It makes me sad that you say this, even though I am indeed weak."
Tyrion's face turned cold. He looked at Blackhand Blackhand, who had completely revealed his secret in front of him, and shook his head:
"But that's why you and I have to learn these things. You and I have to learn to accept new powers. As for the body, if you hate humans, I can help you change into an orc body if necessary, but this change
Nothing..."
"Listen to me, Blackhand, since you told me your secret, then we can trust each other. What I want to tell you is that the potential of the Death Knight is much more than that."
These words made Grokush raise his head, and he saw the light in Tyrion's eyes, so he sat up straight.
"The transformation of Talon Blood Demon is just a defective product that failed! Just like your resurrection, in my opinion, it is also a failure! He didn't realize at all that we can use the spiritual power of death in the body
What kind of horrible things can you do!"
Tyrion coughed slightly and whispered:
"Think about it, the swords and magic of the living cannot destroy our existence at all. When we wave our hands, the disease of death that infects everything will easily cover a town and a legion, and after they have gone through pain and died tragically,
, they will be awakened by us again and used by us!"
"No matter who is standing in front of us! No matter how terrible those enemies are, their numbers will become less and less, and we! Our troops will only become more and more numerous!"
"Every time one of them dies, one more of us will be born! Every time they are weakened, we will grow by one!"
"When we can command all living beings, we will be able to...oppress all living beings!"
A dim light shone on Tyrion's fingertips, as if he was holding onto the infinite future. He looked at Grokush's black hand in front of him and asked softly:
"At that time, tell me, Blackhand... just Gul'dan, what does it mean to you?"
This description of the future did not excite Blackhand. After all, he was a warchief. He looked at Tyrion suspiciously:
"You...can you do that?"
"I definitely can't do it alone! Our organization is just getting started!"
Tyrion said frankly:
"This is why I need you. Not only you, I also need more people to join. Our organization is very young, but only young people have vitality and momentum, and can start aggressive expansion at any time...
Of course this is a matter for the future, anyway..."
The ranger stretched out his hand towards the former chief: "Give me a promise, do you want to join? You are the first person I invited, you should feel honored!"
"What if I say no?"
Grokush looked at Tyrion, whose hand had already grasped the sword behind him, and his tone became cold:
"It's a pity that your second life can only end here. Traitors are more hated than enemies, aren't they?"
"Then I have a question, Tyrion!"
Blackhand's human face showed a trace of seriousness, and he asked in a deep voice:
"I still don't know why you are doing these things. I mean you have been low-key among the Death Knights for several months, secretly looking for like-minded people. Obviously, you have a big plan!"
"Does it matter?"
Tyrion narrowed his eyes: "You see, in this bad era, it doesn't matter what I think in my heart, what matters is what I can bring to you."
"No, I value your starting point more than what you do!"
Blackhand looked determined: "I have already met one Gul'dan, I don't want to meet the second one, it's that simple!"
"Well, if you must know."
Tyrion stood up. He was not going to hide it anymore. The secrets were accumulated in his heart and he really needed someone to talk to. If this kind of talking could bring him an ally, it would be worth it!
So after a moment, Tyrion said in a deep voice:
"I am a high elf, I am very ordinary. In this era, I am an insignificant war victim. Until the moment of death, I still believe that I should not touch fate and protect myself wisely... But I finally died, died
He died silently, in the hands of a person who is likely to become a hero in the future, and his death was insignificant..."
"But I know exactly what caused my death! I have lived like this for 300 years, carefully living in a strange world and keeping my own little secrets! I've had enough of this kind of life!"
"Why did the orcs invade this world? What led to all this behind your invasion? What do those really big people who are high above the world want to do, what they can do, and what they will do. I know better than anyone else. I am
I should have become the greatest prophet in the world, but I didn't... Fortunately, fate gave me another chance... So I want to embark on another path."
He looked at Black Hand, he spread his arms, and in those ice-blue eyes, there was Tyrion's arrogance and madness that the Blade of Dawn had never seen before:
"Death has changed me, Black Hand. It has awakened the craziest desire in my heart...I will use all my troops to kill everything that should not exist! No matter it is justice or evil! I will make this unfair world
Justice, covered with blood and death, climbed step by step on the ladder of dead bones, and finally stood in front of the arrogant masterminds..."
"I want to use the sword to question them. What do they think about my death? Why am I the one who died because of their conspiracy, and whether they are ready to apologize to me and bear my wrath."
Tyrion's eyes seemed to be burning with a ball of fire. His fists were clenched, and the spiritual power of death was entangled in his palms, as if he was holding the whole world:
"Yes, that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to break my arms with this disgusting fate...!"
