In Tyrion's memory, the death knight profession in the game system has blood specialization. They can skillfully absorb the blood from the enemy's body to replenish their own vitality, or inject blood disease into the enemy's body to greatly weaken the opponent.
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Those death knights are undoubtedly top-notch in their control of blood, and their various blood skills have not been "copied" by Tyrion in his own way. They are not only blood specializations, but also frost specializations that specialize in killing.
90% of the skills of Jing and the evil specialization specializing in summoning have not been copied, but even so, relying on the few skills he currently masters is enough to cause very terrible damage in the battle.
In the previous corpse explosion when Khadgar escaped, Tyrion injected his inferior blood disease into the mage's body, so Khadgar would feel the blood boiling, and there was also the same inferior frost disease, so
Frostbites will appear on the mage's body.
Tyrion used his blood-draining ability to detonate the blood disease in Khadgar's blood vessels. Although it was much worse than the terrifying effect of the original version, it was definitely enough to check and balance Khadgar at this stage.
As for blood-draining, this is the instinct of the blood elves of Sarain, just like the instinct of the high elves of Quel'Thalas to manipulate magic, and there is almost no need to learn.
"Your men are being slaughtered! It's time to turn back, Windrunner!"
Tyrion casually pulled out the heavy sword stuck on the ground, and hooked the fingers of his other hand. The ranger Serent lying at his feet let out a more painful groan, and more blood was drawn out of his body.
, gathered into another crystal blood ball in front of Tyrion.
In the distance of his field of vision, Grokush was waving his scepter, harvesting the lives of those strange rangers. The black hand's scepter was carved with blood-draining runes by Tyrion. Every time he killed an enemy, he would use his blood for it.
Black Hand Healing, coupled with Grokush's divine power and the Death Grip he had just learned with difficulty, ordinary rangers simply couldn't keep the distance in front of him.
"All I want is the mage! This has nothing to do with you in the first place!"
These words made Alleria's silver teeth grind to pieces. She felt the threat from Tyrion and Grokush. She threw away the battle bow in her hand and pulled out Sasdora from behind with her backhand.
When he saw this war bow, Tyrion's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Of course he knows this heirloom treasure of the Windrunner family. This weird and powerful magic bow has the ability to threaten his life!
"Shua"
The death grip was thrown out of his hand, and the Serent at his feet was caught in his hand. The frost-covered blade was pressed against the ranger's neck. Tyrion's hoarse voice sounded at this moment:
"Unfortunately, you made a wrong choice, Windrunner."
"Then come on! Let your sharp arrows pierce your compatriots, and then pierce my body... Friendly reminder, he will die, but I will not!"
"Leave me alone! Captain, kill him!"
Serent struggled hard in Tyrion's hands. The pain of losing blood made him pale and his whole body twitched. He shouted loudly:
"Don't forget why you came to this battlefield! Revenge Tyrion! Revenge me by the way!"
After saying that, the ranger captain scratched his neck and wiped Tyrion's sword blade, intending to seek death to completely relieve Alleria's hesitation, but the next moment, Tyrion's cold blade pulled away from him.
The body was replaced by a fist hitting his neck.
"boom"
The unconscious Serent was thrown at Tyrion's feet. The death knight himself didn't know why he made this stupid choice. Maybe... maybe the memory of the past was still tormenting him.
"Swish swish"
The moment Serent slipped from Tyrion's hand, Thasdorla's bowstring rang, and three black magic arrows shot out from Alleria's fingertips, less than 15 meters away from the two.
, this sharp arrow barely had time to float in the air. The first two were blocked by the death shield on Tyrion's body, and the last one pierced the shield and penetrated into his dead body.
"boom"
The power of the magic arrow exploded in his chest, tearing the black armor and flesh and blood. If he were a living person, this blow would be enough to kill him, but he was already dead, having been knocked away by the magic arrow.
His body rolled on the ground for several weeks. He supported the ground with his left hand and exerted force on his legs.
"boom"
The soil under the Death Knight's feet flew up, dark red energy covered his chest, filling his wounds, and he himself rushed towards Alleria brandishing his heavy sword.
"Hey!"
The heavy sword wrapped in cold air suddenly slashed down, causing the flying soil on the ground to be frozen the moment it flew out of the surface. However, this blow was dodged by Alleria in the gap, and the Windrunner Ranger's toes
It touched the ground, as if it was weightless, and retreated quickly towards the rear, with the death knights wrapped in dark energy chasing after it.
"Papa pa pa"
While retreating, the eldest daughter of Windrunner dodged Tyrion's heavy sword attack while drawing the bow string. In just a few seconds, three sharp arrows were shot out, but they were all shot by Tyrion in the blink of an eye.
Incredible dodge.
It was as if... it was as if Tyrion had completely predicted the rhythm of her attack.
This made Alleria's complexion change greatly.
"who are you!"
Her feet stepped on the ground, and her whole body rolled backwards lightly for several weeks, landing lightly on the ground behind her. Her fingers were trembling, and she pulled Sasdora away many times in a short period of time.
For her now, it is a heavy burden.
"boom"
Tyrion's heavy sword was stuck on the ground and he no longer pursued Alleria. His fingers were stroking the scars on his chest. With the blood he had just absorbed, his wounds had recovered completely. He looked at the man holding the bow in his hand.
Windrunner, he let out a hoarse laugh:
"Windrunner, I can only say that your attacks are still the same."
This sentence made Alleria raise her brows, and she raised Sasdora again:
"It's not over yet!"
"No! It's over!"
Tyrion hooked his lowered fingers, and Alleria immediately felt the strange energy fluctuations behind her. Under her feet, the body of a ranger whose head was smashed by Grokush was shaking abnormally.
"boom"
The weak death energy exploded, and even the corpse was instantly covered with flesh and blood. This explosion could not harm Windrunner's body, but it was enough to interrupt her attack rhythm. After the subconscious dodge was completed, the figure came into view.
What he saw before his eyes was Tyrion's sharp sword, which he cut down quickly.
Like a falling death scythe.
Frost filled the air, and the moment the sword blade touched Alleria's neck, Tyrion's ice-blue eyes jumped, and his wrist flipped over in an instant.
"boom"
Alleria's body shook after being hit hard on the head, and she finally fell to the ground, and was caught in the arms of the Death Knight.
On the bloody battlefield, Tyrion held his former girl, with some confusion in his eyes. The active change of moves came so suddenly, like a subconscious instinct.
Even after death, this body still seemed stubbornly unwilling to hurt her.
"boom"
The heavy sword pierced the ground again, bringing up the overturned soil.
Tyrion stretched out his steel-gauntleted fingers and tried to touch Alleria's cheek, but the moment he was about to get close, he jerked his fingers back as if he was being electrocuted, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Death has taken away almost everything from him, and everything left to him is so precious. The special emotions rolling in the dead heart, is this love?
Maybe not, after all, he has no heart anymore...
The contradictions in his thoughts collided back and forth in his mind, causing him to hesitate rarely. After the rebirth of death, no matter who he faced, he had never hesitated like this. The kind of thoughts bursting out of his mind made him a little at a loss.
That kind of emotion that only belongs to the living burst out in my mind so violently for the first time after death.
It made him feel awkward and a little panicked. He even wanted to drop the girl in his arms and turn around and leave. But in the end, he suppressed the instinct tumbling in his heart and forced himself not to look at her face again.
He thought that death had taken away this memory, but in fact, it was still sleeping in the deepest part of his cold mind.
"Fur..."
Tyrion, who had not breathed for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief. He tore off the remaining cloak and carefully wiped the bit of flesh and blood on Alleria's face. He held the ranger's body and walked to the place where he closed his eyes and waited for death.
Khadgar's side.
He looked at the pale mage at his feet, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his ice-blue eyes, but in the end he stepped on the mage's frostbitten arm with his cold and sharp boots, using this pain to make him on the verge of coma.
Khadgar woke up with a start.
"bass"
The cold sword blade pressed against Khadgar's neck. The mage raised his head and saw a pair of emotionless ice blue eyes. The next moment, he resigned and closed his eyes. In addition to the mage's temperament,
, with a hint of warrior-like stubbornness:
"Kill me, you will never get what you want!"
"Maybe I didn't make it clear before, but Karazhan has at least 7 keys!"
Tyrion bent down and grabbed Khadgar's collar, lowering his voice:
"And I only want one of them!"
These words made Khadgar's expression change drastically. He broke away from Tyrion's restraints and looked at Tyrion as if he were a monster. He screamed:
"How do you know this! This is the real secret of Karazhan! I stayed with my mentor for 3 years before I knew these 7 keys! Who are you!"
"Who I am has nothing to do with you! I'm not interested in those obscure books in Karazhan either!"
Tyrion's sword blade made a gesture on Khadgar's neck:
"I want the key to the tomb! That is the outer area of Karazhan and will not affect Medivh's dark secrets. Give it to me, and then you can get out!"
"You're not going to kill me?"
Khadgar looked at those eyes. There was coldness, deadness, silence, and ferocity in them, but there was only a lack of murderous intent. This made him a little incomprehensible. Faced with his question, Tyrion's interest
Obviously not high:
"I never intended to kill you. Killing you here will do me no good at all!"
"Tyrion! The Blood Demon is here. Whatever you want to do, end it now!"
Grokush's voice rang in Tyrion's heart. The death knight pulled Khadgar up from the ground, threw the unconscious Alleria in his arms to him, and said in a deep voice:
"If you still want to know where Garona has gone! Just give me the key and take her away!"
"Garona! You still know Garona!"
Khadgar's eyes became more and more weird, but in the end, he reached out and threw a purple crystal stone to Tyrion. The next moment, the light of teleportation lit up on the battlefield. After the mage and ranger disappeared, he
The voice faintly passed into Tyrion's ears:
"Next time we meet! I want to know the location of Garona... Even if you have the key and no secret words, you can't even think of entering the tomb of Karazhan! Don't look for me, I will look for you, mysterious knight."
"Puff puff"
Three sharp arrows belonging to Alleria were pierced into Tyrion's chest. He half-knelt on the ground as if he was seriously injured. The next second, Talon Gorefiend's skeleton horse rushed into the battlefield.
"Tyrion, Dawnblade! You let him escape!"
"boom"
Along with his anger, the blood demon's scepter smashed into Tyrion's body, but was blocked in the air by the heavy sword covered with frost. The two forces collided, bringing with it the death energy and the magic power of the warlock.
They all collided in the air, and in the end, Tyrion took several steps back to eliminate this force.
He raised his head and looked at the blood demon in front of him with his ice-blue eyes without fear. He snorted coldly:
"What about you? Blood Demon... You can't hide your injuries from me. Have you won? You are also a loser. How do you have the right to reprimand me?"
He spread his arms, and behind him were the bodies of rangers, and he said in a deep voice:
"At least I killed this many..."
The blood demon's eyes wandered over the corpses of the elf rangers who died tragically around them. These were Tyrion's genuine compatriots. Seeing Tyrion kill them was enough to prove the death knight's ability in this aspect.
loyalty.
But this did not completely reassure the suspicious Blood Demon. The next moment, his eyes fell on the last living elf. He steered the war horse towards the unconscious Serent Firewing, and he let out a hoarse laugh.
:
"Oh, you are such a cruel butcher. You are so cruel to your own compatriots. You really exceeded my expectations... But why is there another one? Is it a former friend? You can't do it, right?"
The Blood Demon raised his head and glanced at Tyrion with his sinister eyes. He raised the scepter in his hand high:
"Then let me help you!"
"boom"
A corrosive winding of death knocked away the blood demon's scepter. Tyrion picked up his heavy sword and strode towards Serent. He said in a deep voice:
"I'll do it myself! You don't need to bother! I also want to say, how long do we have to continue this damn testing game? Blood Demon... In this regard, you are really childish!"
"kill him!"
The blood demon controlled the skeleton war horse and took two steps back. He stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture:
"Kill him with your own hands and I will believe you!"
Tyrion didn't answer. He squatted down, reached out and took off his visor. His cold fingers slid on Serent's neck, awakening the seriously injured ranger captain. Serent opened his eyes and saw the thin and hazy sight in front of him.
The familiar face, the completely unfamiliar eyes, the completely unfamiliar expression.
"Ahem... Tyrion... actually... it's you!"
"I am no longer me."
Tyrion said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Serent, I am sorry to have crossed the door of death... I have lost a lot."
"We...the vow of revenge we swore...is just a joke, then...then kill me!"
This desperate and sad answer made Tyrion's eyes waver, but it didn't matter.
"Kacha"
Serent's eyes dimmed at this moment. His neck was instantly strangled by Tyrion, and his death was almost painless. His body was lifted up by Tyrion, carried on his shoulders, and he killed his friend's body with his own hands.
The Death Knight looked back at the Blood Demon, who snorted, turned his horse's head, and left the bloody battlefield.
"Sleep, sleep... Serente."
Tyrion's fingers brushed Serent's wide eyes, and he said in a low, hoarse voice:
"After you wake up, you will find a dark...new world!"
