When Tyrion returned to the camp, the war was over, or in other words, the two sides had a temporary truce.
The entire hilly area is covered with corpses and traces of war left by both sides. In some remote locations, small-scale exchanges of fire between the two sides are still continuing, and the war elites from both sides have returned to each other's positions.
It sounds incredible, but when both sides feel that continuing to fight will only increase casualties, a truce becomes the most rational choice.
Tyrion also saw the warchief with his right arm wrapped in a bandage. From a distance, this tall orc was full of gloom and anger. Obviously, he had not been able to achieve his war goals.
"If I weren't blind..."
Tyrion walked into the psychic hall filled with corpses. Although it used to be dead quiet, this place was always crowded with people. But today, the entire hall became much emptyer. Tyrion turned around and saw many familiar faces.
All the faces have disappeared.
This made his eyes jump:
"Of 300 death knights, that's all left? One-third are dead?"
"It is said that they fought badly!"
Grokush appeared behind him and whispered:
"The Blood Demon led the death knights to defeat the human mages, but just when they were about to expand their advantage, they were ambushed by the human Paladins. Four of the great warlocks were killed on the spot, and even the Blood Demon was seriously injured.
After the death knight's offensive was suppressed, Orgrim saw that the situation was not right and ordered a retreat."
"hey-hey"
He let out a deep laugh: "Thirty thousand humans died, and nearly 20,000 orcs died. Orgrim suffered a huge loss in this battle!"
Tyrion's attention was not on Orgrim, he asked another question:
"Paladin? Silver Hand?"
"Huh? How do you know their names?"
Grokush was stunned for a moment and then asked: "The Paladins only appeared after we chased the mage and left the battlefield. You probably haven't seen them before!"
"Because of this, genius!"
Tyrion hooked his fingers, and the dog tag on the human corpse in silver armor fell into his hands. The silver cross was engraved with the title of the Knights of the Silver Hand. He took the blood-stained corpse and
He tossed the dog tag up and down and turned to look at Grokush:
"Tell me about those paladins."
"I heard it from other people too."
Black Hand lowered his voice:
"It is said that they were ambushing behind the human position and were heading towards the right wing of the battlefield. They seemed to be planning to ambush Orgrim by surprise, but they were accidentally broken up by the blood demons and death knights, so they had a big fight.
He is a skilled warrior who uses holy light to fight, and is just the opposite extreme of a death knight. The problem is that they are so numerous..."
"500 people!"
Grokush gestured with his open palms:
"The number is twice as many as the Blood Demon death knights! In the hasty battle, the death knights were beaten and fled in panic. Those resurrected corpses will be purified when they come into contact with the holy light. There are also bishop-level priests on the opposite side.
Against them, the human sea offensive that Blood Demon is good at is completely useless. They can also treat the dying human soldiers. Under their leadership, the battlefield in the middle was almost overturned."
"The Blood Demon now suspects that someone leaked the existence of the Death Knight, which caused the humans to target us and specially arrange a targeted legion of Paladins. He is furious now."
Grokush smiled mockingly:
"He just doesn't want to admit his failure."
"How could the real death knight be suppressed by the paladin... Death and the Holy Light are indistinguishable."
Tyrion threw the dog tag back on the body, turned around and walked out of the psychic hall. He didn't care much about these things:
"What a waste. He always attributes his own failures to others."
The purpose of participating in this war has been achieved, the key to Karazhan has been obtained, and there is no point in staying on this dangerous battlefield. Tyrion feels that it is time to prepare to leave.
But the moment he took Grokush out of the hall, a guy he really didn't want to see blocked his way.
Red Black, the chief of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan, folded his arms. He looked at the death knight walking towards him, Tyrion, who exuded a cold aura all over his body. There was a hint of the living's instinctive disgust for the dead in the eyes of the Blackstone Orc.
Tyrion also saw Red, but he did not stop, but brushed his body and walked over.
"The Warchief summons you! Tyrion. Blade of the Dawn."
Reid said:
"Don't disturb other people, go to the tent alone."
After saying that, Red spat at Tyrion, snorted disdainfully, and strode away. This scene made other death knights laugh secretly. Everyone knows that Red Blackhand has a hard time treating dead people like them.
Understand hatred and disgust.
"That is your eldest son, Grokush."
Tyrion's voice rang in Grokush's mind:
"Look at his arrogant look, maybe he will die in the hands of a crazy death knight one day."
"He is qualified to be arrogant, and he will become the chief who inherits the Black Stone."
Grokush said softly:
"And I will make sure this goes smoothly... No one can stand in his way! This is my resurrection wish."
"It's you, Tyrion. Orgrim is difficult to deal with. Don't be fooled by his rough appearance. An orc who can control the entire tribe cannot be a reckless man. No matter what he asks you to do, don't
Promise him so easily."
Grokush reminded Tyrion in his mind, turned around and walked towards his tent. Seeing the black hand leaving, Tyrion warned:
"Keep an eye on the corpses of Serent and those rangers, don't let the blood demon find them, prepare the materials for resurrection, and wait for me to come back."
Three hours later, night fell on the hills. After a deadly battle, the entire hilly land was crying for the trauma of the war. Even the forest became quiet, and the strong smell of blood was frightening.
The animals in the forest, except for the scavengers, have all fled this terrible battlefield.
"Shua"
Under the silent guidance of the Kor'kron guards, Tyrion, who was almost integrated with the darkness, walked into the warchief's tent. He raised his head and saw Ogre sitting in meditation in the dancing firelight.
Mu, this brown-skinned orc is as rough as other orcs, but as Grokush reminded him, the gleam in his eyes definitely has nothing to do with recklessness.
"Tyrion Dawnblade, you are an out-and-out alien in the Death Knights of Talon Gorefiend! They reject you, and you reject them, but you have reached a strange balance.
This shows that you are a capable and ambitious guy."
Orgrim set his sights on the death knight in front of him, he snorted and said:
"It's a pity that you, like other death knights, lack loyalty to my tribe."
After hearing this practical evaluation, Tyrion showed a strange smile on his cold and thin face:
"Then it seems that the great chief has been observing me. Should I feel extremely honored?"
"That's your business. I never ask a foreigner to obey my orders like an orc, but today outside the battlefield, I heard that you and your apprentices slaughtered more than 40 high elf rangers with your own hands, so I am more curious.
It's..."
Orgrim's bright eyes stared at the death knight in front of him, and he said in a deep voice: "Have you really lost all feelings for your former compatriots?"
Faced with this question, the Elf Death Knight's eyes remained cold, and he answered in a hoarse voice:
"I am a dead person, Warchief. I am incompatible with the living. This world has rejected me. Because of this, I threw myself into the arms of death... This has never been a choice for me."
He stared at Orgrim without fear:
"I will be wary of you. I will be wary of everyone alive. This is my answer."
"Then what if I ask you to help the Horde occupy your former country, the high elven kingdom Quel'Thalas you once swore to guard? Will you obey this order?"
Orgrim revealed his ultimate purpose of finding Tyrion, which did not escape Tyrion's guess. He pondered for a moment and said softly:
"Then it depends on what I can get out of it. With all due respect, Warchief, you have thought too much before defeating the Human Alliance... Judging from the current situation, I can't see it.
The tribe has hope of victory!"
"That's what I need to think about."
Orgrim snorted:
"You just need to answer, willing or unwilling! As for your reward, the orcs have never attacked this world for glory or loot. We only want the land under our feet. We just want to get a home enough to recuperate. Apart from that,
You can take anything!"
"Then I'm not welcome!"
Tyrion spread his arms, and a dim light danced in his ice-blue eyes:
"I want my own military force, just like the death knights of Talon Bloodfiend. The tribe will provide me with the supplies I need. I will take charge of everything. Before Quel'Thalas is captured, we will fight side by side with the tribe.
, after everything is over, I will take what I need, by the way, I also need the body of an orc warrior..."
"that is it?"
Orgrim looked at Tyrion with a strange look. It was not that the elf death knight in front of him asked for too much, but that he asked for too little. Faced with Orgrim's inquiry, Tyrion nodded.
nodded:
"That's it! That's enough for me."
"You should be very clear about the rules of the tribe. You have to show that you are stronger than Talon Blood Demon. As long as you do it, I can give you everything you want, even the remains of the blasphemous warriors who deviated from our beliefs.
, and I can guarantee it!”
The great chief stretched out his finger and waved it in the dancing firelight: "Until your power is strong enough, Talon Blood Demon will not dare to cause trouble for you! The premise is that you have to prove yourself!"
"Aren't you afraid of my betrayal?"
Tyrion asked back: "I am a high elf. Maybe I still cherish my homeland. Maybe on the most important battlefield, I will fight back and steal the tribe's victory!"
"That only means that the Horde needs more time to occupy Quel'Thalas! But victory belongs to the Horde, and it can only belong to the Horde!"
A look of indifference flashed across Orgrim's face, representing his strong self-confidence:
"It's just an attempt. I'm happy to succeed, but there won't be much loss if it fails. What's more... you were created by us! Who will accept you except us? The compatriots you massacred?"
"Okay, you are a qualified leader."
Tyrion turned and left: "Ten thousand times more qualified than Talon Gorefiend and Gul'dan."
"I would be happy to accept your compliments."
Behind him, the chief opened the map in front of him:
"But please don't compare me with those bastards, it will make me feel that you are humiliating me... By the way, Tyrion, have you ever considered your own destiny? After the war, dead people like you,
Your final destination, Blood Demon told me that he will always be loyal to the tribe and the warchief, that kind of hypocritical loyalty makes me sick!"
Orgrim put his hands on the table and propped up his chin. He looked at Tyrion's back, curiosity dancing in his eyes:
"I'm looking forward to getting different answers from you."
Tyrion's footsteps stopped, and the moment his body entered darkness again, he whispered:
"You mean the best destination for the deceased? Let me guess, what you really mean is that after fulfilling your long-term wish, you can rest in peace without any desires or desires? Enjoy eternal peace?"
The elf death knight paused, then shook his head:
"No... that is the destination of others, not mine! For me, death never means silence, it is just the beginning of another destiny."
"If I have to talk about my destination, then I hope... I can live quietly until the next time I want to die."
