The last orc who still wanted to resist was kicked off the ship by Grokush. The deck behind him was already littered with corpses. The disease of death was spreading crazily on the ship. No one could survive in such a situation.
Survive the chaos.
He raised his head, and on the other side of his eyes, the hellfire summoned by Gul'dan had completely burned another ship. The mindless stone demon roared at them, but it could not fly and could only follow the ship.
The lit ship sank into the sea.
The contact between the scorching magic fire and the cold sea water caused the sea surface to rise with a thicker steam with a disgusting sulfur smell, like a diffuse fog, almost completely covering the surrounding sea surface.
"Gul'dan is not on either ship."
He turned back to Tyrion, who had a gloomy look on his face:
"It seems that we are not very good, but it doesn't matter. He thinks that we don't know where he is going. In fact, we know very well."
The death knight reached out and patted the blood-stained side of the ship next to him. Behind him, members of the Dark Blade Knights were cleaning up the battlefield. Tyrion said softly:
"Zombie dragons and griffons can't carry us across the sea. The next time will be spent on the boat. The question now is, can any of us know how to drive a boat?"
Grokush shook his head. Orcs don't like water. Even in the world of Draenor, they rarely take boats.
Serent and Luminas shrugged. The high elves had their own fleet, but most of those warships were powered by magic. They had never come into contact with such old-fashioned human ships.
The dark mage and the semi-finished product Sarain Severn Yanshang pulled his mage hat and coughed lightly:
"I had read some stories about human pirates, and some of them talked about how to maneuver a ship, and I thought I could make it move, but to be honest, I didn't think we could cross the ocean with this knowledge.
"
Behind him, the young dark mage Autumn shook his fingers, freezing the surrounding corpses with ice, and then directed the dark rangers to throw the corpses into the sea. This young man has been silent since his resurrection, and this kind of
Silence itself is the best answer to Tyrion's question.
The death knight suddenly had a headache. He looked back at the fog in the sky behind him:
"Then it seems that before pursuing the pursuit, we must first find a captain who can reassure people."
A moment later, Tyrion took Roglio and rode a bone griffon to the port in the wetlands. This secret port of the orcs had been completely destroyed by the demon summoned by Gul'dan before leaving, and remained here.
The orcs of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan have also disappeared, leaving behind only desolate ruins still smoking, as well as burned corpses in the ruins.
Two death knights landed in the ruins. Tyrion looked around and said to Rogge:
"Let's search separately. Look for souls with violent mood swings. Such souls are more likely to be recruited."
Rogelio, who had changed his armor, nodded. This mighty general's armor was his trophy. It came from the killed Major General Blackmoore. The old elf personally dyed the broken armor black, and then put his rotten body into it.
It was installed in it and started a new life with a full-face helmet.
He learned how to use death energy from Tyrion, and his own silence meant that he was still slowly adapting to the life of the dead.
"Click, click, click"
In the midst of the clash of armors, Rogelio, carrying a heavy sword, walked into the ruins, while Tyrion walked in another direction.
He only needs to close his eyes to feel the broken souls beating on the corpses around him. They are fragments of souls. In the world of Azeroth, the souls of creatures will be pulled into another demiplane after death.
In the abyss, that place is also called the Kingdom of Shadows, the Shadow Realm, etc. It is like hell in the traditional sense.
"Um?"
When walking across the destroyed pier at the pier, Tyrion stopped. He looked at his feet with some confusion. It was a short corpse that looked like a philistine goblin. He was only 1.5 meters tall.
Mi's creature was inconspicuous in these ruins, but Tyrion felt a crazy soul from this small body.
It was roaring unwillingly and cursing crazily. Because of its deep resentment, it was not even willing to enter the abyss of hell, but stayed in the ruins.
"This is a rare situation..."
Tyrion knelt down and stretched out his hands to press on the goblin corpse at his feet. Death energy spurted out from his hands. After a moment, the corpse began to tremble, and the soul entrenched in place quickly accepted the call.
.
It only took less than 3 minutes for the goblin to reopen his eyes. This was probably the fastest sign among the knights among all the psychic rituals performed by Tyrion... Well, it shouldn't be counted as a knight.
Tyrion rubbed his chin and looked at the goblin getting up from the ground. In his heart, he very much refused to include this kind of philistine creature into the formation of the Dark Blade Knights... It would be a good servant, but it would not become a
knight.
"Am I alive again?"
Buddy Moore stretched out his hands, put them in front of his eyes and shook them back and forth. An advantageous smile appeared on the goblin's funny face. He jumped on the spot. After confirming that he was resurrected, he opened his arms.
, cheered a few times with a hoarse voice.
"Gul'dan! I will get back the money you owe me with my own hands! I swear!"
"No one owes a debt to a goblin and gets away with it!"
After hearing the shouts of the cheering goblins, Tyrion reached out and pressed his forehead, shaking his head unbearably.
He knew the inner obsession of this goblin... But after experiencing resurrection, it was just for money? This was probably the lowest-profile guy among all the dead people who were resurrected by Tyrion himself.
It's simply... disgraceful!
Twenty minutes later, the broken sail was repaired in a clumsy way, and the ship, which was parked quietly in the fog, was started again.
Buddy Moore, the death goblin, stood on the poop, controlling the rudder with his own hands. As a senior businessman of the Hot Sand Consortium, sailing was one of his basic skills, but this guy inherited the noisy and noisy goblin, even if
Even after death, this instinct is not erased.
"Lazy guys, get moving! It's time for us to do business!"
He shouted in a hoarse voice towards the resurrected troll sailors on the deck: "Let it go quickly! Nothing can stop the goblins from going to collect debts! It's not just the 50,000 gold coins of this fleet! And Lao Ba
The mental loss caused by Di's death, yes, I want to increase the debt! At least 100,000 gold coins! No, no, no, 200,000! Yes! 200,000 gold coins!"
"Oh my God! The evil orc Gul'dan owes me 200,000 gold coins! He is so evil that it is unbearable. Hurry! Let's go after him!"
No one answered the roar of the death goblins. These sailors were just resurrected bodies, but even so, the goblins still yelled. This kind of noise that was incompatible with death made Luminas very dissatisfied.
"boom"
A wine bottle hit the goblin's feet, and sharp fragments flew everywhere.
"Shut up! An Xin and drive your ship! You are too noisy! You bastard!"
The high elf lady sitting on the side of the ship roared at the goblin, which made Buddy Moore shrink his head suddenly. He also inherited another characteristic of the goblin besides greed, which is timidity, very timid.
Small.
"Yes! Madam, I heard it. I swear, I will be very quiet, just like the wind blowing across the sea, without any sound. I swear, I will..."
"bass"
The sword on Luminas's waist was unsheathed, which made Buddy Moore suddenly cover his mouth and stop talking.
"It takes about 5-7 days to sail from here to the Broken Islands."
Tyrion was sitting in the captain's cabin, and all the members except Luminas were sitting on the side, looking at the rough map he had drawn by hand. In the center of the map, there was a very obvious red arrow.
"Gul'dan thinks he's got rid of us, which is good. We'll use it to his advantage."
Tyrion sat on the captain's chair, rubbing his chin:
"We have an advantage. The dead don't need to rest. Buddy Moore assured me that it only takes us 4 days to reach that place. We will set up an ambush there to welcome our old friends."
"What I'm more curious about is, what on earth is he going to do there?"
The dark mage Severn can be regarded as the wise man in the Knights of the Dark Blade. His mind is filled with the knowledge of the Great Library of Quel'Thalas. His fingers move back and forth on Tyrion's map, and his blood-red eyes flash.
There was a hint of intense curiosity.
"This place is very close to the Great Whirlpool. It is said that it was where the Well of Eternity once was, but it was completely destroyed in the big explosion 10,000 years ago. According to the diary of King Dath'Rema, it has become
A wild land, what is there? Can it attract Gul'dan to be so crazy and desperate?"
"There lies the strength he needs."
Tyrion crossed his fingers, and after a moment, he explained softly:
"That is a secret sealed in history. More than 800 years ago, Aegwynn, the last guardian of the Tirisfal Council of the human mage organization, fought side by side with the dragons in Dragonblight, killing those who tried to enter this place secretly.
The dark king of the world, you should have heard of his name, Sargeras!"
Dark Mage Seven's fingers trembled. He raised his head, a trace of shock flashed in his red eyes:
"Ten thousand years ago, he sent his army to invade Azeroth, which directly led to the destruction of the Elven Empire and the explosion of the Well of Eternity. The culprit of the world's collapse was the terrifying Demon Lord Sargeras. If it is really him, I don't believe it.
A mere human mage can kill it! I know that the guardian of the Council of Tirisfal is indeed powerful, but she is not strong enough to compete with the ancient elven archmage!"
The old mage's fists clenched.
"Even Queen Azshara from ten thousand years ago, the most powerful mage ever, is no match for Sargeras!"
"Of course not the Lord of Darkness!"
Tyrion snorted:
"It's just the arrival of a consciousness with less than one ten thousandth of the power. In short, Aegwynn restrained the body of the Lord of Darkness. She was terrified by the power of the demon lord. In order to protect her poor world, she decided to kill him
To seal it, she chose the place where the Well of Eternity exploded, which was the Broken Islands, and sealed it in an ancient elven temple, and then sunk it into the sea."
"What Gul'dan wanted was the body of the Demon Lord. He thought that thing could help him become a god, and he even betrayed his master because of it. Haha, what a complete fool! He thought that everything he did could be hidden.
Those big demons peeking into this world?"
The death knight narrowed his eyes:
"Even if we don't come, he will be dead, but why let him die in the hands of the devil? That kind of death is simply easier for him! We will extract his soul and let him suffer endless pain! That's the only way
, so that he can make him pay for everything he has done in the past!"
"No one can get away with hurting us...and there's something we must get, something that can twist fate!"
"If that's the case, then everything can be explained clearly, but what I'm more curious about is... Tyrion, how do you know all this?"
Dark mage Severn touched his beard and looked at the death knight:
"You also said that this is a secret hidden by the years. I want to know, where did you see it?"
Faced with this question, Tyrion smiled mysteriously and said softly:
"In the vision of death, I saw everything! Severn, I saw how unfair and bad fate is, and I am here for it!"
"boom"
The door to the captain's cabin was pushed open, and the panicked goblin Buddy rushed in. He had his hands intertwined, and his green face did not hide his fear:
"Orcs! Those orcs are following us! God, they are so fierce!"
"Huh? An orc from the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan?"
Tyrion shook his hand nonchalantly and threw the map in his hand to the death goblin:
"Send this thing to them, tell them that we are together now, and this is Gul'dan's destination, and then let them chase after him! Use your own life to delay Gul'dan and give us
Leave plenty of preparation time.”
A trace of ferocity flashed in the death knight's eyes:
"Since it's cannon fodder that's been sent to your door, it would be a shame not to make good use of it."
