Behind the zombie dragon that spread its wings and soared into the sky, Luminas asked with an unhappy face: "You still ask me to be his foil, which makes me very unhappy! Tyrion!"
Facing Luminas' question, Tyrion shook his head, looking at the sea in the distance, and said softly:
"This is for the future, Lumi. We can't stay in this world forever. The resistance in this world is too great for us. After we go to another free world, we will always have to stay in Azeroth."
Get some power."
"We will come back when we are strong enough, but until then, we have to be careful in this world."
The death knight's voice was hoarse and low, and he persuaded his brothers:
"Whether you, me, Rogge, or Black Hand, we all have remaining bonds in this world. We have to stay away from them in order to live a purer life and keep them away from danger, but this does not mean that we
I won’t pay attention to them anymore... We are different from those corpses that don’t have their own thoughts and feelings, remember this!”
"How loyal can I expect a person who is not even loyal to his own feelings and his relatives to be to the Knights? If we completely abandon our feelings, what will be left in the body can only be empty darkness.
.”
"I am not willing to use force to restrain you, and I also believe that you will not let me down..."
This kind of persuasion made Luminas very unhappy. Probably because of the difference between men and women, this female death knight always had a lot of inexplicable complaints and always liked to chatter to other people. She shook her long red hair.
Say softly:
"But I can't feel happiness anymore. It's been a long time... My emotions are becoming indifferent. I can feel that you are the same. Death is changing us, and we cannot refuse this change. One day,
We will lose all emotions and become the most rational and cold death butcher, and I don’t want to let myself become that kind of existence.”
This rebuttal silenced Tyrion and the other death knights. For living people, emotional indifference is just a trivial trouble, but for dead people, it means that they are slipping in little by little.
The abyss of death is assimilated by the concept of death.
"Then protect your emotions and memories. You won't be able to feel happy, but that's okay."
Tyrion closed his eyes, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"At least you can still smile, can't you?"
This sentence made Luminas unable to refute. After a while, she sat on Tyrion's transformation, her legs curled up like a helpless girl, and she said in the hoarse voice unique to the death knight:
"I have a lover, Tyrion. He is in Quel'Thalas. He is a mage. He has the same surname as you. This is why I believed you at first. I thought you were sent by him.
You came to me, but after seeing the farewell between you and Alleria, I have been in pain, and I have been worried about whether he and I will have to go through this scene in the future."
"You're talking about my cousin Myra? He and I are almost strangers, but I'm curious, do you still love him?"
Tyrion raised his eyebrows, and then asked softly. Luminas hesitated for a moment, and she nodded uncertainly:
"Every time I think of him and those memories, I feel warm, but after the memories are over, there is pain in my face. Grokush told me not to recall those things again, but I... I can't do it.
.”
"Lumi, you can keep your love and hide it deep in your heart. It doesn't matter."
Tyrion pulled up the reins to increase the speed of the zombie dragon again. In the hunting cold wind, he said in a deep voice:
"But you have to stay away from your past. Grokush's advice is fine. You and I both know that if you continue to indulge in memories, you will eventually destroy yourself."
"We are already dead...the heart of a dead person cannot beat, no longer has passion, and no longer expects a warm embrace. Tell me, how should we pursue love like this?"
Luminas was stunned. After a moment, she touched her chest, and finally nodded.
"I see."
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"Wait, you can't go up!"
The goblin in a black and white dress shouted at Gul'dan:
"Those boats don't belong to you, you haven't paid yet!"
This sharp shout made Gul'dan stop walking onto the deck of the ship. He looked back at the goblin who was blocked by the orcs. The evil surging in his dark red eyes made the goblin merchant shudder.
His voice became much quieter, but he was still unwilling to give up the reward he deserved.
"Great Chief Orgrim promised us that he would pay for this fleet! It will cost at least 50,000 gold coins!"
Buddy Moore, the goblin from the Hot Sand Consortium, protested in a weak voice:
"We don't care who you are, whether you are loyal to Orgrim or not. If you want to sail away from the ship, you must at least pay the bill! Or use other things to pay off the debt! This is the rule of the Steamwheedle Consortium!"
After Gul'dan betrayed Orgrim, he had yet to meet anyone who dared to resist his will. He looked back at the ships moored in the port, which were ten old ships that had just arrived from other places.
Without weapons on board, goblin craftsmen are refurbishing the ships.
Obviously, the cunning goblins didn't even think about building new ships for Orgrim. They planned to use opportunistic methods to get a batch of ships for the warchief that could cross the endless sea, and these dilapidated ships were theirs.
Everything bought from Bloodsail and Blackwater Pirates should have its own value. This is the goblin business philosophy.
They also don't think this method is fraud, because although these ships are dilapidated, they can definitely carry orcs across the sea, and the pirates have proven this.
"Are these things worth 50,000 gold coins?"
Gul'dan laughed gloomily: "I have long heard that the goblins in Azeroth are good at business. Now it seems that you are really good at making money, but unfortunately, I don't have gold coins in my hand..."
This sentence made the goblin jump directly from the ground:
"Then you can't drive away these ships. These are still properties of the Hotsand Consortium!"
"But I have something else, and I think you will be very willing to trade with me."
"That's...your life..."
Gul'dan flicked his finger, and a ball of shadow magic enveloped the goblin Buddy. Soon, in Gul'dan's ferocious laughter, the magic turned into a burning flame that spewed out from the deepest part of his body.
It burned the goblin's internal organs, causing the little green-skinned guy to scream and roll on the ground in pain.
The tall ogres and trolls hired by the goblins saw their boss being attacked. They roared and rushed towards Gul'dan from all directions. The latter didn't even look at these thick guys. He turned around and ordered to plunder the clan.
He and Twilight's Hammer boarded the ship as quickly as possible, and moved the supplies onto the ship. Then he turned his head and looked at the thugs rushing over, with a hint of sinisterness flashing in his dark red eyes.
"Wow"
The dark green magic flow flew out from his palm and connected to the bodies of every ogre and troll. It was like drawing water from a jar, draining the life force from their huge bodies at an extremely fast speed.
It was withdrawn from his hand, and then poured into his dead body.
Being nourished by the vitality, his soul let out a happy and refreshing moan.
"That's it! That's it! The burning heat of life... makes people miss it so much! It's disgusting!"
His dead body trembled with the injection of life force, and the two forces of life and death collided in his body. Gul'dan felt the pain Tyrion had felt, but he did not give up until the ten
Several ogres and trolls were completely drained of their life force.
He was leaning on his skeleton cane. After venting his death rage, he glanced at the goblin Buddy Moore who blocked him. The latter was thrown into the square of the pier without knowing whether he was alive or dead. He turned himself over with difficulty.
But in the end, the goblin breathed his last out of extreme unwillingness and hatred for the loss of property.
"Let's go!"
Gul'dan gave the order, and the next moment, the cables of the ten moored ships were untied. The intimidated troll sailors opened their sails and quickly sailed into the open sea amidst the ocean currents that existed all year round in the wetland waters.
"Gul'dan, we found our pursuers! (Red Blackhand and the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan are chasing us!)"
Cho'gall walked quickly to Gul'dan. The warlock heard the bad news. He turned around and saw Red Blackhand roaring crazily at the port a few kilometers behind.
The situation of the soldiers made Gul'dan very unhappy. He waved his fingers, and dark green light wrapped around the palm of his hand. In his ferocious laughter, three blazing green flame boulders fell from the sky, hitting the port hard,
The tribe's ports and docks were completely destroyed.
"Face the demon you fear most, idiot! Tell Orgrim that Gul'dan is free...Gul'dan will soon bring an endless army of demons to follow you and the world in the coming year!"
Gul'dan withdrew his fingers. He no longer cared about the battlefield behind him. He focused his gaze on the endless sea in front of him.
"I saw that place in the memory of the astral mage Medivh. I know where it is. Only I know it! In the center of the world, on the archipelago hidden behind time."
"The Tomb of Sargeras, the fools of this world fear its power. They fear the scourge of the Dark Lord. The wisest among them buried it deep underground. They wasted this gift! I, I don't
It would be a waste!”
Gul'dan said softly:
"There are buried the remains of the Dark Lord who once entered this world, as well as his endless power. Kil'jaeden thought he could control me? No, it can't! Those demons will pay the price for their arrogance, I
I will become their master, I will become their god!"
"This will be my destined path to becoming a god! No one can stop me! It cannot be stopped!"
"Let him get away! Bastard!"
Reid Blackhand waved his long sword. Behind him, the sword masters of the Burning Blade Clan and the orcs of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan were besieging the three hellfire demons, while his younger brother Maimu Blackhand was carrying a warhammer.
He looked worriedly at Gul'dan and his followers who had sailed into the sea.
"Brother, what should we do? We don't have a boat!"
"We still have it!"
Reid gritted his teeth: "On the sea near the wetland, there is a group of orc ships responsible for monitoring the human fleet. We can take those ships to chase them. We must hurry up!"
The future heir of the Blackstone Tribe looked at the sea in the distance: "We don't know where he is going. Once we lose their traces, this mission will be over."
On the other side, in the sky near the wetland, Tyrion saw the ten fleets setting sail. He made a gesture, and the unmanned zombie dragon flying outside roared like a meteor and headed towards
The fleet below smashed through.
"First say hello to our old friend Gul'dan!"
"boom"
The moment it hit the fleet battleship, the zombie dragon brought back from Quel'Thalas exploded violently. The disgusting flesh, flesh and bones completely covered the two ships. The diseases attached to the blood entangled those who were caught off guard.
on the bodies of the orcs and ogres, and the shock wave generated by the explosion shook the ships of the entire fleet.
The next moment, the death knights who fell from the sky were standing on the two ships and started killing crazily. Tyrion was not sure which ship Gul'dan was on, so he could only use this method of guessing.
"Damn it! It's those death knights!"
Gul'dan raised his head in the cabin and cursed through gritted teeth:
"A bunch of ghostly bastards! Leave them alone, let's go!"
Cho'gall was unwilling to just run away. He shouted to Gul'dan:
"They landed on those two ships! (We can't abandon those members, we don't have enough numbers anymore!)"
"With them, they are just cannon fodder!"
Gul'dan opened the window coldly and began to call out to the demon of the Twisting Nether again. A moment later, as the remaining eight ships sailed away from the sea, a green meteorite falling from the sky hit the center of the two ships.
, between the collision of the scorching flames and the sea water, a crazy steam was set off, covering the entire sea area like mist.
The hellfire giant struggling in the water roared and climbed onto a ship, spreading the flames from his body toward the wooden warship, completely igniting it in just an instant.
After doing all this, Gul'dan's face turned gloomy:
"Let those trolls speed up and get rid of them, they don't know where we are going! As long as we get rid of them, we will be safe... There is no need to waste time on these bastards!"
"No one can stop me from becoming a god! Even death can't!"