The shattered light of space lit up in the dark abyss, and Tyrion's body spun and crashed into the darkness. The warlock's teleportation magic was not as comfortable as the mage's teleportation gate. All the warlock's magic was for war. This
This kind of super-large portal was built for large-scale demons. If a mortal passes through this thing, dizziness and dizziness are only the mildest symptoms.
Some unlucky ones will even have their bodies and souls torn apart by the violent magic energy.
"Bang"
The Death Knight's head hit the cold, wet rock. The heavy blow made his head hurt. The Watcher, who was tightly held in his hand, also hit the dark rock. Her condition was even worse, because
During the storm, Tyrion grabbed her arm tightly. When she fell, her right arm was twisted abnormally and was obviously broken.
"ah"
Watcher Nasa let out a painful groan, but before she could stand up, cold fingers were clasped around her neck, and she was roughly picked up from the ground. The coldness between her fingers
The touch on her skin made Nasa's whole body start to tremble, but the Watcher was not afraid of death. She just felt that it was too bad to die in this place like this.
She struggled crazily, her figure jumping back and forth between reality and shadow, trying to use the blinking ability given by the Moon God to the Watcher to escape from Tyrion's shackles, but how could the Death Knight, who was extremely angry at the Watcher's disruption?
Let her escape so easily?
"Pa"
Nasa's owl helmet was roughly opened and thrown aside. In the darkness, Tyrion's ice-blue eyes looked at the watcher whose neck was held in front of him. This was a night elf, ten thousand years older than the high elf.
They all belonged to the Elf Empire years ago. Compared with the High Elves, the Night Elves are taller and not as slender as the High Elves. Their bodies are as strong as the cheetahs they hunt.
The skin of the night elves is lavender, and they look full of exotic charm, and their ears are longer than those of the high elves.
Watcher Nasa has long purple hair, her face is painted with the war pattern of the Watcher, her eyes are also purple, and there is a moon-shaped pendant on her forehead, which represents her faith.
Frankly speaking, this is a very beautiful girl, but most of the time, her beauty is sealed in the cold Watcher armor.
As a young girl who voluntarily joined the Watcher organization, Nasa has a spirit of dedication and self-sacrifice. You must know that the Watcher is not an ordinary sentinel force. When it was established thousands of years ago, it was as Azeroth.
The world's top assassination and hunting organization exists in Sri Lanka.
"Shua"
Tyrion took a step back and released his fingers from Nassa's neck, but the Watcher did not gain freedom. The death energy rising from her feet wrapped around her body, pulling her arms and body
Imprisoned in the dark ground.
"You guys jumped out like mice and ruined everything..."
Tyrion's hoarse voice sounded in the darkness:
"You have no idea how dangerous a guy you let go, you ruined my revenge, you provoked death...then you have to pay the price yourself!"
Nasa breathed hard. She saw the ice-blue eyes of the Death Knight in front of her turn into a penetrating bright red. She felt an indescribable crisis, but relying on herself, she could not escape from the confinement of death.
After breaking away, she could only watch as Tyrion stretched out his hand and pushed her head to the side, exposing her lavender neck to the darkness.
Tyrion kissed the watcher's neck in a gentle way. The cold touch and the ambiguous gesture made Nasa extremely embarrassed and angry, but before she could resist, sharp teeth penetrated.
The pain in the blood vessels was like a needle prick, causing the watcher to cry out in pain again.
"No! No!!"
Feeling the blood flowing in her body being sucked by the monster, Nasa's struggles quickly became weaker. She seemed to have predicted her end, that she would be sucked dry by the monster, but... that was not the case.
The blood of the night elves fell into Tyrion's mouth. It had a completely different taste from the blood of orcs and humans. It even made the death knight feel a natural fragrance. The death energy that had been consumed before was rapidly stimulated by the blood.
The recovery soon made Tyrion feel full of energy in his weak body.
After more than half of the blood was absorbed, a sinister smile appeared in the death knight's eyes. The next moment, the cold blood in his body was injected into Nasa's blood vessels through his teeth.
"ah!"
The cold liquid was injected into the blood vessels, and almost instantly the watcher felt as cold as if he had been thrown into a blizzard to die. It was like his internal organs and the blood vessels all over his body were frozen, and along with the blood
After injection, Nasa's eyes began to change from purple to blood red, and Tyrion was physiologically transforming the night elf's body.
This is another ability of the Sallain blood elves besides the blood-draining ability, the contagion of blood. Tyrion once tried to use this method to save General Lyresa's life, but the general rejected it.
And this evil ability is like the first embrace of a vampire. Through the reverse injection of blood, the prey will become a creature similar to Sarain, with an endless desire for blood, and it is difficult to control it through its own will.
Suppress this desire.
When facing the Blood Queen in the game, players will be transformed into this form as long as they are not careful...but the transformed creatures cannot be called Sarain. It may be more appropriate to call them blood servants, although
The first generation of blood servants also had the ability to infect blood, but they were not perfect.
They cannot control their bloodthirsty desires, so the creatures bitten by them will only turn into bloodthirsty beasts, unlike blood servants who still possess complete intelligence.
Simply put, the primary blood servant does not have the ability to develop the next level of existence, but if the blood servant can suppress the desire and evolve the blood-draining ability into a part of its own existence, it may be able to break through this shackles, but this is basically not possible.
possible.
The desire that penetrates into the bone marrow is not so easy to control.
"Well..."
However, as Sarain's blood was injected into her body, Nasa's situation began to feel a little wrong. Her body began to tremble abnormally, and her body temperature began to rise rapidly. It was obvious that the blood that was injected was cold blood, but it seemed like
It was as if the blood in her body began to boil, and her eyes began to blur, as if she had lost consciousness, but she let out a charming moan that made people think.
That was enough to make any man moved, but unfortunately... standing in front of her was a death knight...
"ah"
After the last high-pitched scream, Nasa's body fell to the ground, her body trembling continued, and Tyrion retracted his sharp teeth. He took a step back, reached out and touched the blood stains around his mouth,
He looked at the watchman lying on the ground, and the blood-red light in his eyes slowly faded and turned back to its original ice blue color.
"Huh...huh"
Nasa was breathing heavily. Although her body was free, she couldn't stand up at all. She struggled and reached out to touch the wound on her neck. The place where the sharp teeth had pierced had been frozen and was very painful.
It was quickly melted by the boiling blood in the body, but the wound was completely gone.
The two of them waited in the darkness. Ten minutes later, Nasa regained her strength. She grabbed the sword wheel beside her with her backhand and rushed towards Tyrion, but the sword wheel was raised and slashed on the front of the death knight's neck.
For a moment, her wrist could no longer swing down, as if there was an invisible boundary blocking the blade's slashing, but more importantly, it was the unfamiliar will rolling in her body.
She could hear Tyrion's voice ringing within her, like a command she could not refuse, making her body obey even as her soul resisted.
"Ahhh!"
The hunger for blood that surged from deep within her heart, that crazy feeling, was like a drug addiction, instantly destroying the watcher's steely will. Her body curled up on the ground, kneeling.
At Tyrion's feet, tears of humiliation fell from his eyes.
Tyrion knelt down, stretched out his fingers, and lifted Nasa's chin up. He looked at the blood-red eyes in front of him as if he were looking at some kind of precious treasure.
"You called me a monster?"
Tyrion whispered into the ear of the watcher, whose body was trembling:
"You are a monster now, baby... Go, find your companions, bring them and offer them to me... I know you will obey, you and your sisters will be my death walkers,
I know...you can't resist!"
He kissed Nasa's earlobe. This action made the watcher's fists clenched, but he could not swing them out. Her body was filled with the cold blood of Sarain, which was a physical and irresolvable restriction.
, unless Tyrion dies, the lives of the two people have been tightly connected by this curse.
If Tyrion dies, Nassa will die too.
"This is...the price you pay for provoking death!"
Tyrion turned around and walked into the deep dark temple. His hunting was not over yet... and behind him, his first real servant stood up from the ground with difficulty. She stretched out her hand to hold him
Holding the cold owl helmet in her hand, Nasa saw her own blood-red eyes in the faint light shining from the helmet, and her body swayed.
She put the sharp blade against her neck. Her arrogant will made her unwilling to live as a bloodthirsty monster, but in the end, the weak blade could not cut her neck, and Tyrion did not allow her to die like this.
...
God, she can't even die!
The cursed creature between half-life and half-death finally put on a cold helmet, grasped the knife wheel tightly, and disappeared on the other side of the darkness. Tears of blood were in the corners of her eyes. This cursed fate... this
Damn fate!
On the other side, Gu'gall sat cross-legged in a dilapidated palace, surrounded by fishy seawater and some sea fish that had no time to escape. The ogre pulled out the barbed bone arrow from his chest with difficulty.
, he groaned in pain, grabbed two sea fish, brought them to his two mouths, tore the flesh and blood crazily, and made himself feel better by eating.
At his feet, there was half a smelly corpse. It was Tarongor's corpse, which was used by Gul'dan to carry his soul, but was destroyed again by Tyrion. Gul'dan's soul once again
Being forced into the Soul Stone was simply an unbearable shame for the orc warlock who thought highly of himself.
However, at this time, the destruction of his body did not make Gul'dan fall into the craziest anger and curse. On the contrary, with the soul stone shaking, he said to Cho'gall:
"Although there were some minor accidents, we finally arrived here, my disciples. We are only one step away from the final victory!"
"I can feel that power hidden deep in the deepest part of this temple! Believe me, I can sense it!"
"Take me, Cho'gall, I swear! I swear on my soul that once I take that body, I will share this power with you! I swear!"
Gul'dan's temptation did not make Cho'gall ecstatic. On the contrary, the ogre's three eyes were already beating with undisguised malice. But just when he stretched out his hand towards the soul stone, an obscure
The consciousness resounded in his mind. After a moment, Gujar's anger was wiped away again, and he returned to his former simplicity. He said with a smile:
"Okay! Gul'dan. (I'll take you where you want to go!)"
He grabbed the soul stone, looked around, and under Gul'dan's guidance, jumped into the fishy seawater and headed deeper into the collapsed temple. A few minutes later, Tyrion's figure appeared here.
In the collapsed palace, he saw the body abandoned by Gul'dan at a glance.
The evil energy teleportation array outside the door of the Tomb of Sargeras was obviously randomly teleported, teleporting people who entered the tomb in batches to different places. And no one knows how big this underwater temple is...
The death knight pulled out a rusty elf sword, which was a decoration he found in the palace. The energy of death wrapped around the sword, making it cold, and the cold blade became sharp again.
The corpse's head was severed.
Although I don’t know where Gul’dan found this body full of magic, since Gul’dan’s skull contains powerful evil energy, there should also be evil energy in this warlock’s body. Although
It's definitely not as powerful as the Skull of Gul'dan, but it should be fine for an emergency.
The flesh and blood was peeled off from the skull in the tumbling force of death. Soon, a white skull fell into Tyrion's hands. He used a chain to wrap the skull around his armor, one with the Skull of Gul'dan.
Right, it looks like some kind of ferocious decoration.
"Not bad..."
Tyrion snorted, held up his sword, and quietly chased after Cho'gall in the direction where Cho'gall left.
