In the completely destroyed forest battlefield, the great knight Uther stood with an ugly face. He held a blood-stained heavy sword in his hand. It was Gavin Rad's weapon, and it has now become dilapidated.
, just from the gap in the blade, you can see what kind of fierce battle the missing knight suffered.
Next to Uther, 30 Paladins, 20 Priests, and more than 300 infantrymen were searching the forest, trying to find traces of the battlefield.
The priests were collecting the remains of the Paladins who died in the battle, and an indescribable sense of frustration rolled in Uther's heart. After receiving the news from Dalaran, he led his troops to rush here as soon as possible, but except for
Failure and death, there is nothing here.
"did you find it?"
Uther looked back at the other great knight. Turalyon, who looked equally ugly, shook his head and said softly:
"They are all dead... The paladins who followed General Gavin Rad are all dead, but their corpses are very strange. They remind me of a patient I treated at Durnholde Castle not long ago.
Magical diseases and weird frozen wounds, if it is really the Death Knight who planned all of this, then I can only say..."
Turalyon sighed and looked at the blood-stained heavy sword in Uther's hand:
"We underestimated those death knights. What they can do is much more terrifying than we imagined."
"No! They can't do it!"
Uther, who relied on his perseverance and human charm to become the leader of the Grand Knights, said in a deep voice:
"Based on the poor performance of those death knights on the battlefield, they can't do it! They can't kill Gavin Rad... unless Talon Bloodfiend takes action himself, but he was seriously injured by Master Antonidas on the battlefield.
You and I both know this!"
"This is not done by death knights...at least not the death knights we encountered!"
"General! General! Come on! We found a survivor!"
The shouts coming from the dense forest on the left made Uther and Turalyon immediately rush in that direction. They rushed into the dense forest and saw three paladins hiding a man under the thick leaves.
The next paladin carried it out.
That was a paladin who was taller than other knights. It was worth noting that his skin was much rougher than that of ordinary people.
"This is Joe! Joe Al, General Gavin Rudd's aide-de-camp!"
Turalyon wiped the blood from the Paladin's face with a handkerchief and said to Uther:
"It is said that Knight Jor-El unexpectedly had some kind of adventure half a year ago, which gave him a self-healing ability comparable to that of a troll. It is probably because of this that the knight was able to survive the attack."
"kindness?"
Uther's eyes shone with interest, but he did not ask immediately. Instead, he knelt down and placed his hands on Jor-El's body. He inherited the Holy Deed of Justice, and the Holy Light was very partial to him. In Uther,
When Seer called for the Holy Light, huge energy rushed into Qiao's body along his hands. After a few seconds, Qiao opened his eyes with difficulty.
"Snapped"
He subconsciously grabbed Uther's wrist and screamed:
"Death Knight! The Death Knight attacked us...General! General Gavin Rudd! Save him, please, save him!"
Uther and Turalyon looked at each other, and the great knight asked in a deep voice:
"Paladin, tell me, is Talon Blood Demon attacking you?"
"No! No! I know him! I know him... I know him when he turns to ash... It's Tyrion! Tyrion. Blade of the Dawn! He is... different from the Death Knight! He is.
..He is, the real...Death Knight! Watch out! Watch out for him!"
Paladin Joe escaped from death, and his words were inevitably a little confusing. The information he said made the knights confused, what is a real death knight?
Turalyon noticed another important point.
"Tyrion? Isn't that... isn't that the hero who died in the battle of the high elves?"
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"boom"
The warchief's tent was roughly opened, and an angry Talon Gorefiend rushed into it. He smashed his fists on the warchief's table, stared at Orgrim, and shouted in a harsh voice:
"Warchief! How could you allow that bastard Tyrion to establish his order?! This is a betrayal of us!"
Facing Talon Bloodfiend's question, Orgrim raised his head and looked at him with an indifferent look:
"Betrayal? Who? Betrayed you? Or betrayed the tribe? Is the death knight I asked Gul'dan to form your personal force? Blood Demon..."
This question sent chills down Talon Gorefiend's back. Behind him, four Kor'kron guards had already raised their battle axes. Obviously, his unruly questioning had made Orgrim very dissatisfied.
Thinking of this, the Blood Demon forced himself to calm down his bad mood. He took a step back and humbly said to the chief:
"No! The death knight will always be loyal to you, Warchief Orgrim. I mean, Tyrion. Dawnblade is not trustworthy! That's just a high elf bastard! He is not an orc, he has no soul of the tribe, no matter what.
There is no doubt that he will betray us!"
"so what?"
The great chief crossed his arms and looked at the Blood Demon:
"At least before he betrayed, he could bring victory to the tribe! Blood Demon, you let me down, you know? Your death knight was defeated in front of the paladin, which directly led to the failure of the war, and Tyrion was
You and the Death Knights have wiped away the shame..."
"Snapped"
The warchief waved his hand, and a Kor'kron guard stepped forward and opened the wooden coffin in the warchief's tent. The blood demon turned his head and saw the great knight Gavin Rad who was frozen in the ice.
's corpse.
He was one of the five first-generation Paladins and the senior leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand. The Blood Demon still remembers how Gavin Ladd Doom, who was like a tiger on the battlefield that day, carried the Paladin in pain.
Killing them would be his eternal shame.
This irrefutable fact was like a loud slap in the face of the Blood Demon. He wanted to say something else, but he found that he had nothing to say. That kind of slander was irrefutable in this place.
So vulnerable in the face of facts.
His body is the soul of an orc, so he knows very well what this kind of achievement means in the orc tradition.
"I have decided that because of Tyrion Dawnblade's contribution to the tribe! He led his followers to kill 20 paladins and a great knight who was a great threat. He is qualified to establish his own
The clan or organization... Do you have any objection to this? Talon Bloodfiend?"
Orgrim's cold voice sounded in the tent. Faced with this question, Talon Gorefiend could only shake his head bitterly:
"No! I didn't, Warchief... As a death knight, I am honored."
"very good!"
The warchief was very satisfied with the blood demon's obedience. He knocked on the table:
"Tyrion's Dark Blade Knights will be separated from your Death Knights. He has the right to select recruits and a batch of weapons and equipment from your Death Knights, but will not destroy your authority among the Death Knights.
This was promised to me."
"In addition, you don't need to worry that I will abandon you because of this. You are right, Tyrion is not an orc, and I cannot completely trust him, so I gave him a new task, and his Dark Blade Knights will be transferred to
On the battlefield of Quel'Thalas, help the tribe overthrow the kingdom of the high elves...and you, you still have a chance to prove yourself on the frontal battlefield!"
"Blood Demon, if you disappoint me next time..."
"I promise!"
The Blood Demon gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:
"I promise! My Death Knights will not lose to Tyrion!"
Orgrim glanced at him, his eyes full of doubt, but in the end, he waved his hand:
"Then, go ahead! Do what you have to do."
Blood Demon left the warchief's tent with shame. Wherever he walked, the orcs were whispering. Orgrim spread the news of the death of the great knight. The orc warriors respected the strong and despised the weak. Then
The sarcastic glances that came from behind from time to time made Talon Blood Demon, who thought highly of himself, feel like he was about to go crazy.
He endured this humiliation in silence, and when he returned to the psychic hall, what he saw made his anger uncontrollable.
Tyrion, that damn traitor, is picking and choosing on the territory that belongs to him. Behind him, the recruits with the most potential have been picked out by him, and he is watching helplessly as his property is brainwashed by others.
This feeling was unbearable, so the next moment, the Gorefiend drew out the steel scepter from behind and rushed toward Tyrion angrily.
"Enough! Traitor!"
He waved his scepter and smashed it towards Tyrion, but just before the scepter came into contact with Tyrion's body, a ferocious black battle ax slashed diagonally from his back, forcing the blood demon to stop.
Don't turn around to block.
"boom"
At the moment when the weapons collided, the Gorefiend's tall body was rushed away by the huge force contained in the battle axe, and smashed onto the ground in a panic, with the steel scepter rolling to the side.
He raised his head and saw a tall orc wearing black spiked plate armor holding a battle ax standing next to Tyrion. One was strong and the other was slender, but the coldness and death contained in their bodies were not the same.
So similar.
There was a gray light dancing in the orc's eyes, representing his identity... This was probably the first real orc death knight.
"what you up to?"
The orc asked in a hoarse and deep voice:
"Disgusting warlock!"
Although his body and face were completely different, at this moment, Talon Bloodfiend, who was lying on the ground, in a trance, saw in this orc again the former chief who had been ignored by them, the extremely cruel Black.
Han.The shadow of the black hand.
"Okay, Grokush, don't joke with Lord Blood Demon..."
Tyrion shook his head. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards the Blood Demon lying on the ground. He looked so friendly, but looking at the hand deep in the ground, the Blood Demon snorted and crawled from the ground.
He stood up, feeling humiliated all over his body, and turned around and walked into the depths of the psychic hall.
He didn't want to stay here and be wantonly humiliated by the weak one, but in the time when he was ignored, the guy who once dismissed him had grown to a point where he had to pay attention to him.
"We're leaving, but the Blood Demon will be a problem..."
Death Knight Blackhand, who had obtained a new body and was at least three times stronger than a human body, looked at the back of the Blood Demon, a trace of ferocity flashed in his gray eyes, and he said softly:
"Would you like to find a chance..."
"No!"
Tyrion understood what Grokush was worried about. Frankly speaking, with the current Death Knight Black Hand and his cooperation, it was not impossible for the two of them to kill Talon Bloodfiend in a sneak attack, but he was thinking in his heart.
After a moment, he gave up this tempting idea.
"Killing the blood demon will only bring us trouble. We don't have the strength to fall out with Orgrim yet... Let's let him live for a while."
The two of them walked out of the psychic hall with victorious postures. While walking, Grokush lowered his voice:
"This time when we go to Quel'Thalas, we will face Gul'dan... Do you think we have a chance?"
"It's hard to say, Grokush."
Tyrion narrowed his eyes and looked at the death griffin in the distance that was flapping its broken wings and flying into the sky with difficulty. That was the appearance of the Wildhammer griffon that was killed by Serent after it was resurrected. It had a golden mane.
The feathers and bird feathers have turned into pitch-black black, and they have inherited the special characteristics of the death knight's mount. The body is surrounded by exposed bones, and the energy of death is wrapped around the body of the giant beast. The dark red eyes,
Make it look particularly ferocious.
He said softly:
"Gul'dan is ten times harder to deal with than Talon Bloodfiend, but if he hasn't discovered the secret of Quel'Thalas yet, you may be able to take revenge soon. Believe me, I don't want that cunning wild dog either.
Keep living."
"kindness."
Grokush nodded. He moved his shoulders and re-adapted to the newly obtained orc body. He looked at the dangerous eyes of the orc warriors around him and coughed lightly:
"I am becoming more and more confident in you, but I think we should not stay here too long. Look at the eyes of those soldiers. They are eager to rush over and hack me to death right now."
"So Orgrim is a cunning fellow!"
Tyrion couldn't help but move his fingers:
"He gave you an orc body, but he also transferred the hatred of the orcs to us. He no longer intends to let us stay in the tribe's camp. He has begun to be wary of us. As expected, he is a difficult orc chief.
The powerful one is like a rhinoceros, the wise one is like a fox.”
Tyrion relaxed his body and turned to look to the distant northeast. A hint of gloom flashed in his eyes:
"Then let's go! Let's go to... Quel'Thalas! But before that, we have to get more bone griffins..."
