Orgrim authorized Tyrion to establish a new death knight organization, which is a bit puzzling at this moment.
Although he used the capture of Quel'Thalas as the reason, Tyrion knew that Orgrim was not a very ambitious person. Maybe he was aware of Talon. The blood demon's tail was too big to fall off, maybe he urgently needed more.
The death knight came to win the victory for the tribe, but he was worried about Talon Bloodseeker.
The superiors always like to play this kind of game of division, support, and mutual checks and balances. The feeling of being a chess piece is somewhat unpleasant, but considering the current war situation facing the tribe, the warchief's move is really quite beautiful.
Not only can it suppress the increasingly arrogant Talon Bloodfiend, just like it once suppressed Gul'dan, but it can also strengthen the strength of the tribe. However, Orgrim Doomhammer has already made one thing very clear.
He just gave Tyrion a promise. If he couldn't prove that he was stronger than Talon Bloodfiend, then everything he said before would be void.
For Tyrion, the things he planned to do, even if it was just to explore Medivh's mage tower, the more power in his hands, the better. At least at this moment, he and Orgrim
For him, there is nothing to lose from cooperation.
Anyway, after leaving the tribe, the original plan was to wait for opportunities to strengthen the power at hand. Rather than becoming a weak third party in the wild, it would be better to stay close to the big tree of the tribe, at least until it fails. No matter what Tyrion plans to do,
There was a tall man holding him up.
"So you just agreed to him?"
Grokush held a quill in his hand, and while following Tyrion's request, he was carving dark and complicated runes on the corpse in front of him, while whispering:
"Don't you think that if your challenge fails and Talon Gorefiend wants to kill you, will Orgrim stand up for you? You are not Talon's opponent now, right?
"
Tyrion's fingers caressed Serent's already cold cheek. He looked at his former subordinate. There was no emotion in his ice-blue eyes. He said softly:
"At full strength, I can probably hold out for 10 minutes in front of Talon Bloodfiend... Victory is still a little bit in the balance. If he ignores Orgrim's ban and summons demons to help fight, I might not even be able to survive 5 minutes.
I can’t survive it...but who said I’m going to fight him one on one?”
"There's more than one way to prove that I'm better than him, right? Moreover, before the challenge begins, you are already thinking about what to do if you lose. This is really the thinking of a loser. No wonder you will be smashed by Orgrim.
Broken heads..."
This wave of indifferent ridicule made Grokush snort. As Tyrion's current only collaborator, the two of them were basically tied together. Although Tyrion showed full confidence, he was always hesitant.
.
"By the way, I also got you the body of an orc warrior."
Tyrion used the metal sutures in his hands to re-fix Serent's broken tibia. In the dark forest far away from the camp, he whispered:
"This request has provoked Orgrim to the bottom line. Although he hid it very well, I know that if I fail, even if the blood demon lets me go, he will kill me without hesitation, so we can
You can’t lose... You didn’t even take the first step towards your great goal. If you die in such a humble way, it will really be extremely disappointing.”
This sentence made Grokush's fingers pause. After a moment, he said in a deep voice:
"You don't have to do this. The human body is not unbearable."
"Since you are making a request, why not ask for more? What's more, with your fighting style, the human knight's body does restrict you too much."
Tyrion used a dagger to cut off the metal wire in his hand. He took a step back and looked at the corpse made by the two people in front of him. He nodded with satisfaction.
The ranger captain Serent Firewing who was strangled to death by his own hands had no trace on his body. On his cold joints, special materials were used to engrave psychic runes from the Shadowmoon Clan, and under his body
On the ground, Tyrion personally drew a standard psychic circle, and also adopted some improvements made by the warlocks of the Shadow Council.
The memory left to Tyrion by the ruler Durag and the old orc psychic became the most precious knowledge at this moment, and also gave him the ability to form his own team. He wanted to follow his own way,
Build an army of death knights more powerful than Talon Bloodfiend's second-rate bastards.
A true Order of Death Knights!
"It's so embarrassing to be beaten down by the glittering cans of holy light..."
Tyrion opened his arms. Behind him, Grokush clenched his rune weapon and looked around vigilantly. He wanted to ensure that this ritual of resurrection of the dead would not be disturbed.
"Buzz"
The dark red death energy surged out from Tyrion's hand, like some mysterious energy, seeping into Serent's cold corpse bit by bit, and the injection of death energy also caused the body under the body to
The psychic circle was ignited, and an ominous dark red light danced on the corpse.
After a living creature dies, the body will naturally be filled with death energy as time goes by. If no one interferes, this energy will cause the corpse to decay, weather, and eventually turn the bones into ashes. This is part of the cycle of life.
But if an outside force intervenes in all this and reawakens the dead soul, then the cold, corrosive energy of death will become the energy that carries the corpse's movements.
This is the principle of the birth of the undead. In fact, before the death knight appeared, whether it was Draenor or Azeroth, there were death creatures similar to ghosts. Unlike the death knight, they were naturally produced.
The death energy flowing in Serent's body was calm because there was no soul active enough to mobilize it. However, after the psychic circle was activated, Serent's dead soul was awakened by strange power, and Terry
Ang used his own death energy to resonate the death energy in Serent's body.
From both the soul and body levels, the deceased can be resurrected at the same time. There is no rejection reaction at all for one's own soul and one's own body.
White frost, red blood, dark green evil, three runes representing different powers change back and forth in Tyrion's hands, just like alum thrown into the water, letting the calm death energy quickly
It started to boil.
One minute later, he removed his death power, took a step back, and looked at his former companions in front of him.
Serente Firewing's corpse was trembling strangely, and began to struggle at the reality and soul levels at the same time, as if it was about to wake up from a long sleep. As the trembling became more and more intense, Serente's body was scattered with blood.
The power of death became more and more active, completely breaking the tranquility of the forest and making Grokush, who was responsible for guarding, sweat.
Three minutes later, Serente opened her eyes.
His once green eyes had turned as gray as Grokush, like hoarfrost falling into the earth. After death, something must be left behind. After waking up, the ranger did not act immediately.
On the contrary, he was as quiet as ice, lying naked on the forest soil, accepting the reality of his resurrection little by little.
This process is the most important thing. Tyrion knows very well that not every life can accept the reality of the resurrection of the dead, and once the awakened soul rejects this kind of awakening, it will re-enter eternal sleep after resurrection, and will never do so.
If they will not accept the second awakening, it means that everything they have done is in vain.
"I...I came back to life?"
In the forest that became silent again, Serent made the first sound of his second life. It was as hoarse and unpleasant as Tyrion, just like the collision of ice cubes, completely losing the elegance that an elf should have.
.
"You didn't survive...you died and now you're just getting a second chance."
Tyrion whispered: "Welcome to us, brother!"
"you!"
"boom"
Facing Tyrion's emotionless welcome, Serent's reaction was to stand up and punch him in the cheek, turning Tyrion's face outward. He held on to Tyrion tightly.
Ryan's collar, the intense mood swings, don't look like an undead soul lacking emotions at all.
"You killed them! You killed me! You killed your former brother! You disgusting butcher! You betrayed..."
There was a certain emotion dancing in Serent's dark eyes, which made his eyes shine with a bright red luster. Faced with this question, Tyrion turned back as if nothing had happened and looked at Serent in front of him.
Without any fluctuation, he said softly:
"Who did I betray? Quel'Thalas? Alleria? The Windrunner family? Or you?"
"boom"
His hands with cold black gauntlets clasped Serent's wrist, and bit by bit he pushed Serent's fist down from his collar, infiltrating the energy of death for a long time, allowing Tyrion to escape from death.
He gained new power, which is definitely not comparable to that of the newly resurrected Serende.
"I have not betrayed anyone... Serent, you have also returned from death. Tell me, when I say the word Quel'Thalas, do you still have the unparalleled loyalty you once had? Are you still willing to fight for it?
Does it give everything?”
Serent's expression froze. Seeing this scene, Tyrion let out a deep laugh:
"Now, you understand how I feel...even if you crazyly tell yourself that you should continue to be loyal to the past, but in reality?"
"Your loyalty, your bravery, your faith, your past... have all been taken away by death! After stripping away the consciousness that life imposes on us, you are truly free, Serente...
It’s time for you to surrender to your true self.”
"here!"
He pointed his fingers on Serent's bare chest and said softly:
"There is no heart burning with hope here. You, I...we all have such cold hearts. Look at the past rationally. My brother, it is time to live purely. Maybe this is very difficult at first."
It’s difficult, but trust me, it’s not a bad thing.”
Serent did not argue with Tyrion, because there was no need to argue, everything Tyrion said was true.
After truly re-adapting to his body, he found that he had lost everything that supported him up to now, whether it was hope, happiness, hatred, or sadness. When memories of the past appeared in his mind, he was like an indifferent person.
The third party is watching other people’s stories,
Those things that once moved him and those that once made him angry have lost their original meaning.
Even the fact that he was killed by Tyrion himself became insignificant.
Death is like a cold dividing line that easily separates the past and the present. The gap in it is like an abyss of indifference that cannot be crossed at all.
"You are confused."
Tyrion's voice sounded again, awakening Serent from his wandering mind, and brought his dim eyes back into focus. He took two steps back, and the expression on his face calmed down. He looked at Tyrion.
,After a moment, he nodded:
"Yes, I'm confused and empty...I, I don't know what to do, and I don't know why you want to wake me up? But this feeling is terrible, I don't like it! So, can you
Kill me again and let me return to silence?"
"Unfortunately, I can't! You are more important than you think!"
Tyrion spread his hands and said to Serent:
"If you don't know what to use to support your resurrected life... very good, then let me find one for you!"
"Think of the brothers who died, in Serent, in the prison camp of Hillsbrad, the brothers who were slaughtered that night! Do you really think the orcs killed them? No! No! Beyond death let us
I have seen a lot, I have seen the shadows behind the orcs, the masterminds who drove the orcs to rush into our world and make this world a mess!"
"It's them...their hands are also stained with blood that cannot be washed away!"
"Since we are destined for revenge...why not be more radical? Why not be more crazy?"
"Snapped"
Tyrion's gauntlet pressed on Serent's shoulder, and he lowered his voice:
"After killing all the orcs, we can still carry the sword full of blood and go find those bastards who are above us and use our lives as pawns. This is what I want to do... Do you want to come together? Wait until we do it
After all this is over, I can even hand over my life to you, Serende, I will kill you, and after everything is over, I will give you my life back!"
"But before that, because of our common goal...you have to help me!"
This statement made Serent a little confused, but after thinking about it repeatedly, he could not find a reason to refuse, so he raised his head and looked at Tyrion. Finally, he nodded:
"I want to see the evidence, Tyrion, I can no longer believe you... If what you say is true, I am willing to go for revenge with you! If you are lying to me..."
A dark red light flashed across his eyes:
"I'll kill you! I promise!"
"Very good! My brother, let us do what needs to be done quickly!"
Tyrion shrugged and snapped his fingers. Grokush, who was standing aside, pulled out a complete body of an elf ranger from the forest. Tyrion picked up the bone-cleaver and suture again.
He turned around and looked at Serent, who was standing aside blankly:
"Go put on some clothes, you're just dead, you're not a pervert who likes nudity..."
"Then come and help! There are still many things to do!"
