Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 138 8. My name is... Yrel [9100]

This is the first time Tyrion has touched another soul with his own.

After he became a death knight, the ever-increasing death energy was constantly nourishing his body, and the dark power from the blasphemy magic seal was also nourishing his soul all the time, and the completely corrupted Holy Light erupted unimaginably The pure darkness of Tyrion's body had swelled to the extreme when he held the Seal of Blasphemy.

In many cases, he will feel that this body can no longer bear more death energy, just like a water bottle filled with water, if there is more, it will explode the body, in this case, he has to Not using the growing energy of death to nourish the incomplete soul, which caused Tyrion's soul to become stronger day by day.

Although at the moment of his death, a part of his soul was permanently left in the abyss of hell in Azeroth, but under the nourishment of darkness, the pain caused by the lack of soul is gradually being eliminated. Like a scab over a wound, this will no longer be his fatal wound.

One day, Tyrion will get back his soul fragments to make himself whole again, but at least for now, facing the already weakened soul of the Draenei woman in front of him, Tyrion will hardly spend any time. The power of blowing dust invaded the interior of this soul.

In front of the death knight, the light danced and swept over everything. At the moment when the light dissipated, an illusory battlefield emerged in front of his eyes. There were lifelike shouts of killing, the sound of weapons colliding, and the wailing of the wounded. The air sucked into the nostrils was so anxious and filled with the smell of blood. The vivid sense of being alive made it difficult for the death knight to adapt.

Is this your deepest memory?

The death knight raised his head, and the tall walls around him were filled with a gorgeous architectural style, dotted with various crystals and blue energy. Although it had completely changed, Tyrion could still tell that this place should be 10 The Dark Temple years ago, Karabor, the city of the Draenei.

In front of the death knight, a woman wearing a white priest robe is screaming and running away, her tail is flicking behind her, representing her panic state of mind, and behind her, several draenei children are following her Running away, the woman held a golden priest's cane in her hand, and behind her were two orcs holding weapons with hideous faces.

Don't come here! Don't come here!

Seeing the pursuers getting closer and closer to her, the draenei woman turned around abruptly, clenched her staff tightly with both hands, and stood in front of several frightened children.

Although there was still a trace of unconcealable fear in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and called for strength in the face of the vicious orcs. The next moment, a scorching holy light flew out of her palm, piercing through a hole like a sharp arrow. The chest of an orc.

While the blood was splattering, another orc was enraged. He roared and rushed towards the panicked woman. The latter was tightly protecting the children behind him. A solid shield of holy light blocked the woman's eyes, and with a wave of her finger, a condensed holy light hammer fell from the sky, smashing the orc's head with ease.

This scene made Tyrion's eyes twitch. Judging from her flustered expression, this woman has almost zero combat experience, but just by the intensity of the holy light she wields, it can be seen that the Dreyer in front of him Nigerian women are definitely not ordinary people.

Coupled with the occasional lines of holy light that appeared on the woman's forehead, her identity was clearly revealed.

You should be a Chosen of the Light...

Tyrion pursed his lips. The Chosen of the Holy Light is a very important role in the Draenei group. The connection between this race and the Holy Light is far closer than that of human paladins and the Holy Light. They can even be called For the race of the Holy Light, among the Draenei, those who are favored by the Holy Light often choose to become priests or garrison officers. This is the power system of the Draenei.

The Draenei woman in front of her should be an apprentice priest of the Karabor Temple. Judging from her connection with the Holy Light, she has a bright future.

Sister, we are so scared.

After killing the orc, the woman knelt on the ground weakly, and several children hugged her and cried. Obviously, the sudden invasion of the orc left the draenei defenseless. Tyrion looked from the perspective of this memory, Outside the Black Temple, tens of thousands of orcs roared and rushed towards the hastily formed defense line of the draenei.

Farther away, Gul'dan and his Shadow Council are using evil spells to summon demons, and those orcs are also driving huge siege weapons, attacking the city in front of the war without stopping, burning The red iron ball was flying in the air, and the outskirts of the city had become a hell.

The steps of the Karabor Temple were full of draenei garrison officers wearing crystal embellished armor. These tall warriors wielded warhammers and heavy swords, struggling to resist the tide-like attacks of the orcs.

The draenei are tall and powerful, and they are not inferior to the orcs. In addition, there are a large number of priests in the Karabor Temple. These priests who master the holy light skills are constantly healing the defenders. Their injuries, coupled with the narrow entrance of the Karabor Temple, for a while, relying on the inferior numbers of the draenei, they blocked the attack of the orcs.

And above their heads, on the large platform of the Karabor Temple, an old Draenei man wearing a red and white dotted robe, with a white beard, and a strong holy light surging from his forehead held a staff in his hand, and when he called Next, a shield of holy light covering the entire Karabor Temple was propped up, and the hellfire summoned by the warlocks hit the shield, and the demons were easily purified by the scorching holy light, while the magic thrown by the warlocks only It can make this holy light shield ripple.

The white-haired old Draenei almost blocked the wild bombardment of the orc warlocks almost by himself.

The Prophet is with us...

Seeing the golden shield of holy light being propped up above her head, the weak draenei woman seemed to have found some confidence. She stood up and led the children into the upper floor of the Karabor Temple. It was a huge square with Already full of refugees.

She stood on the edge of the square, with a hint of admiration, looking at the old man standing on the edge of the square, holding up the shield of the holy light, his no longer young body was like a city wall, blocking all disasters in front of him , as long as he is there, Karabo will not fall.

Lord Velen, I praise your kindness.

From Tyrion's perspective, he could clearly see the power of Prophet Velen. The old Draenei in front of him was almost like the incarnation of the Holy Light. When he inspired the power of the Holy Light, he was like It is a scorching sun, enough to purify all darkness.

This is definitely the most powerful mortal creature Tyrion has seen so far. His mastery of the Holy Light has entered another realm. Compared with him, the human Holy Light Knight is like a firefly and The difference between Haoyue.

And this battle in front of me is just like the thinking of the draenei woman. As long as Velen is still there, the orcs will not be able to break through Karabor's defense line. The lines of the holy light runes emerged, making them more brave and irresistible.

This is not only a defensive barrier, but also a strengthening barrier. Under the shroud of the holy light barrier, those defenders even launched a wave of counter-charges, driving all the orcs who rushed up the stairs out.

Of course, this is because the orcs haven't drank the blood of demons, and their strength and violent posture are far inferior to those orcs who invaded Azeroth.

The Holy Light protects the Draenei, Karabor will not fall!

The voice of the Prophet resounded in the square, inspiring his people, and in the call of the Prophet, the Draenei woman who was the protagonist of memory also picked up her weapon again, and under the inspiration of the Holy Light, stepped into the front line On the battlefield, at this time, the vanguard of the orcs was on the verge of collapse.

We will win!

Tyrion heard the woman's muttering, and the death knight shook his head. These draenei were brave enough, but unfortunately, they still lost.

call

At the moment the woman stepped into the battlefield, a strange whistling sounded in the sky, and as the woman raised her head, Tyrion also looked at the sky, where a dark light covered the sun, like Like a dark star, it suddenly appeared in the sky.

She was terrified, she didn't know what it was, and deep in her heart, she felt an unparalleled threat, instinctively urging her to run away, it seemed that the next moment, the end would come, she even heard the voice of the prophet with a hint of fear cry.

No! Kara!

boom

The light of darkness descended from the sky. From the woman's perspective, she saw the Prophet remove the barrier, gather all the power of the holy light together, turn it into a golden beam of light and hit the sky, and collide with the dark beam of light, creating a shock wave It even tore the sky apart, dark and terrifying cracks shone in the sky, and the distorted light made the sky shrouded in an ominous gray.

The dark meteor fell closely following the dark light, and the prophet's counterattack failed to break the dark beam of light. Amid the terrified voices of the Draenei, the meteor fell from the sky and hit the center of the Karabor Temple.

boom

The woman's body was blown up like a fallen leaf in the wind, spun hard in the air, and finally hit the ground like a stone. The pain caused her to spit out blood. She looked around in panic, bravely The vindicator and her comrades lay life and death in the dark ruins, and in her already swaying vision, the mad orcs charged the temple steps, weapons brandishing.

The woman felt herself being roughly grabbed from the ground, and she resisted desperately. The next moment, a cold blade pierced her abdomen, and she was thrown into the ruins. In the last twists and turns of her life, what she saw It was the corpses in the ruins. Those children, the children protected by her, had completely lost their young lives like broken dolls.

no no!

Desperate emotions enveloped the woman's mind like a tide of darkness. She raised her head with difficulty, and what she saw was the prophet fleeing the ruins in a hurry under the protection of the garrison officer. Velen's leaving back gave the woman her last hope. She was also shattered, and at the moment when the darkness completely overwhelmed her soul, all the emotions in her heart burst out at this moment.

Veren...liar!

hum

The scene in front of Tyrion's eyes turned, and the whole memory turned gray, like a black and white silent film. He saw the woman standing alone in front of a tombstone, it was her younger, with tears in her eyes , slide your finger on the tombstone.

Samaro, I miss you so much...

No!

Tyrion wanted to continue watching, but the dark energy he poured into the corpse filled the weak soul, making her go crazy, and an invisible thrust pushed Tyrion out of the woman's memory , the death knight opened his eyes, and saw the Draenei woman sitting up from the sarcophagus.

Her dark red eyes still shone with the fear and hatred before death. That kind of weakness made her very angry. She still kept the habit of her life, trying to breathe, but soon she realized that for the dead In other words, this is a senseless act.

She raised her hand and subconsciously stroked the scar on her abdomen. Under the effect of death energy, the wound had been slowly healed. The Draenei woman was obviously still in a daze for this sudden resurrection. In the state, but in Tyrion's perception, the death energy he input into this corpse has already begun to rotate autonomously under the action of instinct.

This made Tyrion surprised by the talent of the woman in front of him. She really deserved to be the former Chosen of the Holy Light. Her manipulation of energy was already comparable to that of an old death knight like Luminas.

But Tyrion still had one last question. He reached out and pulled the naked female Draenei death knight out of the sarcophagus. The latter stood on the ground, staggered, and half-knelt on the ground. Ryan squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and lifted the woman's chin. He looked at the pair of dark red eyes full of confusion, and asked in a low voice:

So, tell me, knight, who are you?

The memory of the resurrected death knight was chaotic, but because she was resurrected with the help of Tyrion's death energy, she had a natural sense of dependence on the elf death knight in front of her. This question made her eyes blink She blinked, and after a while, she rubbed her forehead and replied in a hoarse voice.

My... if I remember correctly, my name is... my name is Yrel.