32. Difficult freedom --- for Mr. Egg's left and right egg knife brothers [3/10]
Garona Harfoulson, the ace assassin of the Shadow Council, was the sharpest knife ever in Gul'dan's hand.
To be precise, she is a half-orc! She is a mixture of orcs and draenei. Because this is not pure blood, she is discriminated against in the orc tribe, but Gul'dan discovered her talent and made her
Incorporate into the Shadow Council and train her to become the most dangerous existence.
Really powerful assassins generally have low reputations, and Garona is an exception. Two years ago, the orcs were able to conquer the Kingdom of Stormwind. A large part of the reason was because Garona assassinated Stormwind in the most heavily guarded fortress in the Kingdom of Stormwind.
King Llane Wrynn of the Kingdom.
But to be honest, Garona is not actually of the same mind as Gul'dan. Even her comeback this time is still a difficult struggle for her to seek freedom. Of course, we can talk about her story later.
"They're catching up!"
Saurfang sat cross-legged behind the baby dragon, breathing hard. He looked back and could clearly see Tyrion and Luminas chasing after the baby dragon. When the death knight broke out,
He has personally experienced the combat effectiveness, and he does not think that the three of them can fight against Tyrion and Luminas.
However, in the face of the warlord's worries, Zuluhid, who controlled the young dragon, sneered:
"Don't worry, Saurfang, maybe I am not their opponent on the ground, but this is in the sky! The sky is the battlefield of Dragon Maw!"
He pulled the reins of the young dragon and lowered the completely tamed beast. He looked at Saurfang and Garona, who was as silent as a shadow. He said with confidence:
"You go first, I'll stop them! Poor Gul'dan probably can't hold on any longer. Look at this unlucky guy, he's so pitiful!"
Zuluhid's voice was filled with undisguised schadenfreude. He watched Saurfang and Garona jump off the dragon's back and fall into the dark earth. He snorted and focused his attention again.
On the death knight attacking from behind.
"Orgrim will finally know who is the power worth relying on!"
Chief Dragonmaw's eyes flashed with a hint of arrogance that he was sure of victory:
"Me and my dragon! Who can defeat us in the sky?"
"Ouch!"
The young dragon seemed to feel the master's will. It let out a loud roar, flapped its huge wings, and rushed into the sky. Facing the two white bone griffons, the young dragon snorted and took a deep breath.
Movement, in the dark night, the light of dragon fire danced in its sharp teeth, making the surrounding sky that was almost dawn become scorching.
Dragon Breath, this is the unique ability of the dragon. According to the different dragon races, the effects of the dragon breath are completely different. For the red dragon, the unparalleled scorching high temperature, as well as the conversion of the dual attributes of destruction and rebirth, is the red dragon.
Dragon fire symbol.
"roar"
Amidst Zuluhid's wild laughter, the dragon's breath like a pillar of fire swept across the sky in front of him, like a flaming whip, completely covering the space in front of him. Luminas' griffon was instantly
The dragon fire burned out, and she herself waved her hands randomly in the air, screaming and falling to the ground.
However, considering that the young lady is already a dead spirit, she will not fall to death again from such a height of more than 20 meters.
Tyrion, on the other hand, controlled the gryphon to charge wildly amidst the flying dragon fire, with a dark murderous intent dancing in his blood-red eyes. Gul'dan's soul stone may no longer be here. This kind of serious frustration
He was filled with unimaginable rage.
How terrifying is the wrath of the undead?
That is the ferocity of someone who would rather destroy his own existence than drag his opponent to hell with him.
"boom"
When it was nearly 30 yards away from the majestic young dragon, the griffon under Tyrion's crotch could no longer hold on. As a fragile soul, it was already remarkable that it could persist in the scorching dragon fire until now.
Before it was drowned by the dragon fire falling from the sky, Tyrion jumped up from behind the gryphon. In the scorching air, his gray-white hair was blown around. He held a heavy sword filled with cold light in his left hand and a heavy sword in his right hand.
Reaching forward, the dark red death energy in the palm of his hand was beating. When the rune light shattered, the death grip was accurately clasped on the young dragon's neck.
The strong suction force pulled Tyrion's falling body back towards the young dragon in the sky. His body passed through the scorching dragon fire, and he felt the process of the dragon fire destroying his body. It was like a scorching heat.
Burning pain, he gritted his teeth.
"Bang"
Tyrion, whose whole body was burning with flames, fell behind the young dragon. In front of him, the shocked Zuluhid subconsciously held the hunting stick in his hand. Tyrion raised his head, with dancing eyes.
The blood-red light sent shivers down Zuluhid's spine.
He seemed to know why even a warrior as powerful as Saurfang collapsed in front of the death knight in front of him.
Seeing Tyrion standing up on the dragon's back and lifting the heavy sword, Zuluhid took a step back. His throat moved up and down. The heroic words before were still in his mind, but at this moment, he regretted it a little...
.
"Ahhh!"
A minute later, Zuluhid, who was covered in blood, was thrown out from behind the young dragon. The old orc screamed wildly and waved his hands in the air, trying to grab the non-existent life-saving straw, but in the end he still
In a free fall, he fell towards the dark ground.
"Bang"
Zuluhid's body collided and bounced back and forth among the trees of Yongsong Forest, and finally hit the ground. His left arm was twisted abnormally, and a hideous wound was made on his back by a branch. The whole person looked extremely embarrassed.
, but at least he survived.
The old team leader was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily. When he raised his head, he could see the baby dragon swaying crazily in the sky. Apparently, his pet was fighting the terrifying death knight.
"No matter how strong you are, you can't be a match for the dragon!"
Zuluhid gritted his teeth, stood up, supported his body with the broken hunting stick in his hand, and wanted to walk out of the forest. However, when he turned around, what he saw was a dark figure who was also stumbling.
That was the person he least wanted to see.
Miss Luminas also saw Zuluhid in front of her. She stretched out her hand to wipe the blood on her face, and then took out the elf sword from her waist. With the death energy entangled around her body, a touch of undead
A ferocious smile danced in her blood-red eyes.
"Look what I found...an old and ugly orc, how tiring it is to live...Come on, let me take you to rest!"
"You're welcome..."
In the sky, Tyrion's heavy sword, bolstered by the sharpness of the frost, pierced the scales of the struggling young dragon for the seventh time. The hot dragon's blood splashed out, and the severe pain made the young dragon go crazy in the sky.
It spun around, trying to lift Tyrion off its back.
But the death knight grabbed the young dragon's wound tightly and fixed it behind its back. Tyrion was not in a normal state at this time. When he smelled the first trace of dragon blood, the hunger for blood in his body
Thirst rose again, making him want to drink the dragon's blood.
"Shua"
The crystal blood beads were beating around his body. He stretched out his hand, put the dragon blood beads into his mouth and bit it into pieces in the cold wind.
The next moment, a scorching temperature like a flame boiled in his body, as if he had swallowed a piece of burning coal alive. But in the extreme pain of his body, the hunger and thirst of his soul were satisfied, temporarily.
Satisfied, within 10 seconds, that seemingly endless hunger comes back.
Fueled by anger and hunger, Tyrion inserted his left hand forcefully into the young dragon's wound. He no longer suppressed himself, so amidst the earth-shattering roar of the young dragon, all the blood in its body was frantically drained.
, until the last drop.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
The young dragon let out its final roar. Its life had come to an end with the escape of blood. Coupled with the suppression of the boundary guardian barrier, it could no longer drive its heavy wings and could only carry the elf vampire behind it.
Falling together into the forest of Quel'Thalas where dawn arrives.
The death of this young dragon also represents the end of this night's chaos...the temporary end.
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"Let me see (let Cho'gall see)"
In the empty camp of the orcs, the night war has ended. The orcs did not invade the hinterland of Quel'Thalas as smoothly as they imagined. On the one hand, it was because of the desperate resistance of the elven rangers, and on the other hand, it was because of the demolition.
The resurgence of the Bandi Raynor barrier in the middle of the battle allowed the ogres and trolls' spell offensive to be suppressed once again.
The trap Tyrion set for Gul'dan inadvertently bought precious time for the elves' reinforcements, and ultimately turned defeat into victory.
At this time, the soldiers of the three clans had been gathered again to defend against the elves' counterattack, while the two-headed ogre Cho'gall was sitting in the tent of the camp, holding Gul'dan's soul stone in his hand.
Cho'gall's three eyes were dancing with light of unknown meaning, but in the end, he still mobilized his magic power to nourish Gul'dan's tired soul.
"My respected mentor, you almost died (you should thank the lovely Garona, without her, we would not be able to save you.)"
"It was just a small accident..."
With the help of the radiant psychic circle around him, Gul'dan's weak voice sounded in the tent:
"Death cannot stop the warlock..."
"But your body was destroyed (dragon fire burned your body, leaving only ashes there.)"
Both of Cho'gall's heads made sad expressions at the same time, and Gul'dan fell silent, but soon he said again:
"Contact the Blood Demon. I need him to personally choose a suitable body for me."
"The Blood Demon will not agree so easily (he has become a dog of Orgrim!)"
There was a trace of embarrassment on Gu'gall's face:
"How should I persuade him? (His asking price must be high!)"
"Then tell him the cursed code, the secret he wants, and I'll give it in exchange!"
Gul'dan's voice became gloomy:
"As long as the Blood Demon still has a brain, he should know that Orgrim does not trust him. If he wants to protect himself, he must have enough weapons in his hands to turn the tide of the battle. Go ahead, Cho'gall. I believe that the Blood Demon will agree.
of."
The ogre nodded, stood up, and walked out of the tent. His departure made the atmosphere in the tent become quiet and weird again. After a few minutes, Gul'dan's soul let out a sigh:
"Then, why don't you speak? Garona...you managed to escape from Treyig, but you followed me all the way. Let me guess, do you want to kill me? Because I did something to you in the past
Those things you did?”
"Buzz"
The dark air pulsed, and a moment later, Garona's body appeared in the corner of the tent. She was sitting there on her knees. Her posture didn't look like a rude orc at all. If you look closely, except for her skin, which was light green,
, she does not have many orc characteristics of a knight, even the fangs at the corners of her mouth appear small and exquisite.
Her black hair was tied into two ponytails on the back of her head, which looked strange. On her slender waist were two twisted and ferocious daggers. On the blades of the daggers, there were obscure and mysterious inscriptions.
Rune light.
Garona's eyes are light blue, which represents half of the Draenei blood in her body, and in the deepest part of her light blue eyes, there is an invisible dark red light spot, which represents
It's a part of her soul that was manipulated by Gul'dan.
"Why don't you speak? Garona, my most trusted subordinate, you see, I taught you to be the best assassin. I forged these two daggers specifically for you. What you did made it possible.
New name..."
"Kingslayer, not only the dagger, but also your name... Tell me, Garona, what do you want? For the sake of you saving me in the end, I may be able to mercifully give you what you want.
of..."
"I want to be free!"
Gul'dan's voice was interrupted by Garona. The half-orc assassin's voice was filled with a special hoarseness, like a blade rubbing in the dark. She looked at the soul stone in front of her, and as her fingers danced, the sharp blade
It touched the surface of the soul stone.
"I just want freedom! For the rest, I will get it myself!"
"Freedom? Hey, did your human friends teach you new words?"
Gul'dan ruthlessly mocked the assassin in front of him:
"So, where is the human friend who taught you to pursue freedom? Oh, by the way, you pierced his heart with your own hands, my poor King Ryan, he trusted someone he shouldn't trust...don't you understand yet?
Garona, freedom, that is just a meaningless illusion! Your life, your meaning, is only on the battlefield..."
"Click"
A crack was torn open on the surface of the soul stone by the dagger. Garona's eyes were full of pain, and she roared:
"Shut up! Free! Give it to me!!"
"Okay, okay..."
This move made Gul'dan feel threatened. Due to his current weak condition, he no longer provoked the assassin in front of him. He pondered for a moment and whispered:
"The freedom you want, I'll give it to you!"
"Go back to Draenor, back to our dying world. On the edge of Shadowmoon Valley, I hide the Eye of Overlord that binds your soul there. Break it and you will be free... But
Garona, you can never really get it, you are a cursed person, you are a wretch..."
Gul'dan's voice echoed in the tent, but the tent was empty. Garona had left at some point, as if she had never appeared.
