The huge and ferocious demon guard, with dark green evil fire wrapped around its body, fell to the ground, and its smelly blood spread out in the surrounding cold sea water. Grokush was holding his black battle ax and looked back.
Behind him, the corpses of the orcs he had resurrected were struggling to resist the demons chasing from behind.
Next to him was Red Blackhand, who was covered in blood. He was also the only orc still alive.
"Let's go! We can't stay here any longer!"
Grokush took the lead and rushed into the darkness. Red looked around, gritted his teeth, held up his blood-red sword, and followed the unknown death knight into the darkness.
Red didn't know this death knight, but he should thank him.
When Maiev was cornered, it was Grokush who drove the corpse who saved him. He didn't know why this death knight did this, but at present, this death knight was kind to him.
And when staying with him, Reid could feel a familiar, weird familiarity.
"Black Hand, come to me... We have wasted too much time."
Tyrion's voice sounded in Grokush's mind, and following this voice, the death knight could feel Tyrion's position. He stopped running in the darkness, looked back and panted.
Red Blackhand, finally, he shook his head.
"follow me!"
Grokush changed direction and walked into the fork in front of him. This time, Reid could no longer bear the doubts in his heart. He reached out and grabbed Grokush's cold arm and asked loudly:
"Why did you save me? Who are you?"
"I am nobody!"
Grokush broke free from Reid's arm without looking back, and said in a deep voice:
"Just think I'm bored and let's go! There's no time to waste!"
The two orcs passed through the dark palace one after another. In the collapsed tunnel, there were almost manic demons patrolling everywhere. Aegwynn's seal seemed to have been completely restored. The demons could not reach here through the portal and were captured.
The demons trapped inside went crazy, and any moving creature became their hunting target.
This dark temple has completely turned into hell.
"boom"
Grokush kicked open the decaying door in front of him and rushed onto a large platform. He immediately saw Tyrion standing in the center of the platform, who was holding a watcher in an ambiguous posture.
, like a kiss, but the corners of his mouth were still stained with blood, and the watcher's body was trembling in a strange manner.
This scene was also seen by Red Blackhand. When Tyrion's eyes turned around, the orc subconsciously raised his weapon. Those blood-red eyes were really terrifying.
"Well...you interrupted my eating, Red Blackhand!"
Tyrion stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He let go of his hand, and the watcher girl with blurred eyes in his arms fell to the ground. She was then held in her arms by Nasa who jumped out of the darkness. Behind Nasa, there were 3
A blood servant that has been transformed.
Tyrion's servants faithfully fulfilled his request and brought him 4 companions. The other watchers have either been found by Maiev or have died in the hands of demons. These are the last few.
.
"Monster that sucks human blood!"
Red Blackhand is a typical orc. Even in this terrible situation, he spoke a little carelessly. These words made Tyrion narrow his eyes into a dangerous arc, and Grokush stepped forward.
Taking a step, he stood between Tyrion and Red, and he said in a deep voice:
"What about the rest?"
"They're coming soon."
Tyrion's eyes blinked. He no longer looked at Red Blackhand, but turned to look at the passage ahead. He said softly:
"Gul'dan is right there. I'm glad he escaped the demon's pursuit. This is the only way out of this hell. It's not easy to deal with Nagas in the water, so we'll wait for him here!"
On the other side, the ogre Cho'gall stood in the dark lair. The shell of the flesh and blood cocoon in front of him had dried and turned into a real hard shell. It was also covered with flesh and blood barbs. It looked abnormal.
It's strange, but there is a new life inside this flesh-and-blood dome, which Gugall can easily feel.
"Click"
A crack opened in the black eggshell. The sound made Gu'gall's eyes widen. The next moment, a green arm covered in disgusting mucus stretched out from the crack and completely tore the eggshell open.
"Huh...huh"
Gul'dan breathed heavily. After accepting Tarongor's body to carry his soul, he hadn't breathed for a long time. Only when you lose something can you truly appreciate its preciousness. When the moisture
When the air was sucked into his nostrils, Gul'dan felt like he was reborn.
He sat on the eggshell of flesh and blood. He raised his hands and put them in front of his eyes. He looked over and over. It was indeed fresh flesh and blood, full of power. Even the old wounds corroded by the magic energy were removed. His whole body
Pure as if just born.
"This body...this...this is like a miracle!"
Gul'dan's voice also returned to its previous pitch, which was the deep voice before he was contaminated with evil energy. He raised his head and looked at Cho'gall, who threw a robe over with his hand. The ogre shrugged.
shrug:
"Are you surprised enough? (My brother, it's time to go! Our destiny is not here!)"
"I'd love to know, Cho'gall."
Gul'dan waved his fingers, and green flames burned through every inch of his skin, evaporating all the mucus. He patted his chest, stood up with satisfaction, and asked in a low voice while wearing his robe:
"For our master, can this kind of manipulation of flesh and blood created out of thin air be called great?"
This question made Gugall stunned for a moment, and the ogre magician shook his head:
"No! This is not great! (Flesh is a blessing, Gul'dan, our master once spread this blessing throughout the world, turning the warriors left behind by the Titans into fragile flesh and blood.)
"
"This world is built on the greatness of the master! (The era of civilization was opened by the master himself!)"
This answer did not satisfy Gul'dan. The orc warlock, who had put on his robe, reached out and took the scepter of Sargeras handed over by the ogre. He coughed lightly, bowed his body habitually, and turned into
With that decrepit look, he shook his head, and the whispers in his ears became a little clearer.
"You are really good at flattering, Cho'gall, but what the master needs is not praise, what he needs is actual action... Let's go, let's realize the master's great wish to change the world."
The warlock stepped toward the cave exit. Behind him, the three eyes of the ogre stared at him.
Cho'gall could feel that although Gul'dan was reshaped by the God of the Abyss with the power of flesh and blood, he accepted the faith of the God of the Abyss obediently on the surface, but in fact, this orc warlock was not loyal to this faith.
, there is simply no loyalty at all.
This is easy to understand. As a warlock who once served the Great Demon, he has seen too many great powers. If the God of the Abyss wants him to obey completely, then it will have to work harder to let Gur
Dan sees more miracles worth following.
This is a typical warlock who does not care about good or evil in everything, but only cares about gains! The reality is so helpless.
The Nagas outside the cave have blocked the passage. This underground lair is already connected in all directions. The fighting power of the demons in the water is no match for the Nagas. These molluscs with bright scales all over their bodies are like real snakes in the water.
, extremely fast, most of them are Naga warriors holding tridents, and occasionally a mage holding a staff will appear from the water. From time to time, they exchange a few words in the ancient Elvish language, and their eyes shining with vicious light will always appear in the ancient times.
Erdan and Gujar were swept over.
These two guys are not good at fighting, and they are not afraid of these underwater killers after their combat power has been restored. They move forward in the dark with water, and everyone who follows them has died outside the Tomb of Sargeras, and
According to Gul'dan's calculations, if we don't speed up, the barrier left by Aegwynn will soon be restored. Once the tomb sinks underwater again, everyone will be trapped in it!
Although the Nagas definitely have a way to the outside world, Cho'gall and Gul'dan did not want to try the horror under the deep sea. They soon arrived at the entrance to the Tomb of Sargeras.
Gul'dan held the scepter in his hand. He could feel the powerful space power in Sargeras' scepter, but he did not dare to use it at all. The Legion already knew about his betrayal. Once the Dark Titan sensed it,
As long as he exists, he is absolutely dead.
Warlocks never joke with their own lives, so before finding a way to actually use it, Gul'dan just used this artifact as a staff.
He strolled up the steps that were covered with water stains and slippery moss. In his new body perception, he could clearly feel the changes in the magic power around him, and a trace of comfort flashed in his dark red eyes.
"As long as we cross this platform, we can..."
Gul'dan's voice was interrupted. His eyes were fixed on the figure in the center of the platform in front of him. The resentment in his eyes could hardly be measured in words. His fingers clenched the cane in his hand, and he thought of clicking between his finger bones.
With a scratching sound, Cho'gall then climbed up the stairs. He also saw several figures standing or sitting on the platform of the stairs in the direction leading to the entrance to the Tomb of Sargeras, blocking their progress.
the way.
"Gul'dan, you are so slow!"
Tyrion was sitting on a broken stone throne that he didn't know where he had moved. The cold light beam from the top of the Tomb of Sargeras hit right in front of his throne, making his dark figure look a little blurry.
The only ray of light separated the two sides of the stairs, making the surrounding darkness even more penetrating.
He crossed his fingers and put them on his chest. His eyes were on Gul'dan's resurrected body in front of him. As he stood up from the throne, the dark wings behind him opened little by little, and the darkness was deeper and deeper.
The power flipped in the humid air, and the two skulls imprisoned in chains on the abdominal belt were conspicuous no matter how they looked.
Behind him, Grokush and Blackhand stood on the left, Serent and Luminas stood on the right, and further away, Rogelio, who was fully armored, leaned against the wall, his armor stained with
The two blood mages adjusted their mage hats, and the waves of obscure magic lighted up around them.
There are also those Blood Servant Watchers hiding in the shadows. Under the command of Tyrion's will, they have surrounded Gul'dan and Cho'gall, and can launch fatal attacks at any time.
"Is your body a gift from your new owner?"
Tyrion's voice was calm and cold, like he was telling a joke that wasn't funny:
"Is it because your tail wags well? Or is it because your screams are so sweet?"
"Tyrion!"
Gul'dan opened his left hand, and violent evil energy rolled in his hand. His dark red eyes stared at Tyrion in front of him, and he said word by word:
"How dare you appear in front of me? This body is pure and powerful... I will use my fist to break every bone of yours! I swear!"
"Well... tsk tsk, the weapon in your hand is not bad! But do you really dare to use it? Gul'dan, are you sure you want to summon a demon? Here? In this case?"
Tyrion raised his eyes and glanced at the scepter in Gul'dan's hand and the evil energy portal surging behind him. This reminder made Gul'dan startled. He immediately removed the magic circle that summoned the demon and put his hand
The Scepter of Sargeras inside was also thrown aside.
His betrayal has been known to Kil'jaeden. Once the demons are summoned, his whereabouts will be exposed immediately. At that time, the demons running around throughout the Tomb of Sargeras will instantly pounce on him and tear him apart.
smash.
One experience of escaping death is enough.
"No need to summon demons! (We still have numerical advantage!)"
Gu'gall's cry rang out in the darkness. The next moment, hundreds of Nagas hiding in the water under the stairs rushed up to the platform along the stairs at Gu'gall's call. Under the dim light coming from above,
, those molluscs were wet all over, but they were two meters tall when they stood straight up. They were covered with conspicuous scales and had fins on their backs. They were holding tridents and roared like wild beasts.
Their snake-like movements made a rustling sound and quickly surrounded Tyrion and his Dark Blade Knights.
Under the gaze of hundreds of eager eyes, Gul'dan took a step forward, his voice full of cruel pleasure.
"You ended up missing a move, Tyrion. I admit, the death knights under your command left a deep impression on people, but so what?"
He stretched out his left hand, and a ball of pure magic power gathered in his hand, illuminating his distorted face:
"Here! This temple full of demons! This will be the hell where you will be buried!"
"Wherever you go, you can find little offal with the same smell..."
Tyrion looked around, tilted his head, and looked at Gul'dan, who had a chance to win:
"You have found a new friend, which is great... But Gul'dan, I also have a new friend. Please allow me to introduce you to my... undead army!"
"Buzz"
The first ray of light lit up above the platform, then the second, the third, the fourth... In less than 2 seconds, the sky was already enveloped by densely packed and overlapping ghosts.
When they got up, each of them had a ferocious face, their eyes were red, and they had unparalleled hatred for the living. Their eyes were fixed on Gul'dan and his Nagas.
Thousands of resentful spirits appeared at the same time, covering the wide platform with a layer of frost visible to the naked eye, and the Nagas became even more panicked. Behind Tyrion, the three lords of the resentful spirits tightened their grip.
Armed with weapons, their eyes were full of disgust for these living people who disturbed the tranquility of the dead souls. Even without the alliance with Tyrion, as long as Gul'dan dared to step into the elven cemetery, they would still tear these living people apart.
"Come on, enlighten me... Gul'dan!"
Tyrion threw a death grip, grabbed the black scepter of Sargeras on the ground, threw it into his storage ring, and then reached out to take the halberd handed over by Serent.
, the death energy wrapped around the weapon, he pointed the blade at the silent orc warlock, his eyes were as gloomy as ice.
"The scorched earth everywhere is covered with dead bodies. You are about to be wiped out...Who do you think you are?"
"You and I have been entangled for long enough, and you think that by joining the new master, you have the right to... escape all this?"