Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 139 9. The Great Chief's Quest【10100】

Is that all there is?

Tyrion sat on the broken steps on the roof of the Dark Temple. In front of him, Yrel, who was wearing black heavy armor, was half kneeling there. The black gauntlets were spread out, and there were more than a dozen pieces of purple-black shards in the palm of his hand.

Tyrion stretched out his hand and twisted a piece. The dark power contained in these fragments is very strong, but it is also very weird. This is the remnant of the power of the void. After watching Yrel's memory, the death knight finally understood the darkness. The source of void power in the temple.

Facing Tyrion's question, the newborn death knight hesitated and nodded.

This is all I've found, and there may be some left over elsewhere, Karabor...The Black Temple is too big for me to find all the pieces by myself.

kindness

Tyrion nodded. He looked at the fragments in his hands. These were the fragments left after the collision between the Dark Narukara and the Dark Temple 10 years ago. According to Yrel's memory, Karla should have been killed by Velen during the collision. The light shattered the form, and its fragments, imbued with the power of the void, scattered everywhere.

But its consciousness has died, so although the temple is filled with the power of the void, there are no whispers of corrupting souls.

Tyrion knew very well that he had to clean up these debris in the shortest possible time. Once the void was touched, there would be endless troubles.

How's the combat training going?

Tyrion threw the void fragments Yrel found into a special box, and turned to look at the Draenei death knight in front of him. Yrel was silent for a while, and replied softly:

Mr. Glokush says I'm very talented but needs more practice.

Of course you're talented, girl.

Tyrion stood up and patted Yrel on the shoulder:

You are the knight I awakened with my own hands. My death energy flows in your body. The most important thing is that you can use them without hindrance. You have learned most of the death knight's combat skills in just two days. The talent is simply the envy of everyone.

This straightforward admiration surprised the Draenei death knight. She raised her head and glanced at Tyrion, then lowered her head quickly, like a timid hamster. The special intimacy, the death energy from the same source is affecting her rational judgment, but for Tyrion, this is not a trouble.

Tell me, girl.

Tyrion whispered in Yrel's ear:

Do you hate Velen?

The question made Yrel's body tremble.

I hate him!

Yrel's voice didn't change much, but the loathing and hatred in it made Tyrion squint his eyes.

Perhaps the fall of Karabor has nothing to do with Velen. I also know very well that Velen is not a god. He cannot save all the draenei.

Yrel clenched his fists and whispered:

But he can't escape his responsibility. His weakness makes the orcs slaughter us wantonly. He obviously has the power to turn everything around, but he believes in the weak peace. He cowardly thinks that the draenei can Live in peace with the orcs, even after the orcs slaughtered Amberley Village, he still thinks there is a possibility of peace talks between the two sides...

Samaro's tragic death should have woken me up completely!

Yrel's voice became gnashing of teeth, and Tyrion knew that Sama was Yrel's best friend, that poor draenei girl died in the orc massacre of Yrel's hometown, Amberley Village.

But I was deceived by Velen, I foolishly believed in Velen's promise, I foolishly believed that he could protect us! He let everyone down! The massacre of Karabor, the fall of Shattrath... all of this, It's all because of Velen! He is the culprit! If he can be more determined and rely on the strength of the draenei, the orcs won't be afraid at all!

That bloody coward! I'll find him, I'll confront him...I will, kill him!

Surrounding Yrel's body, violent death power entangled her body. After the hatred of the soul was triggered, the dark red light of the death knight's eyes became brighter, and her voice became hoarse, her soul They also started howling, and the death force even formed a cold storm around the two of them.

enough!

Tyrion put his hand on Yrel's cheek, this action cut off the circulation of death energy in Yrel's body, and also completely woke up Yrel who was about to be lost in death.

She took two steps back in fear. Tyrion and Glokush had clearly told her about the terrible consequences of death knights lost in death in the past two days.

Changeable emotions are your advantage, Yrel, it allows you to use your own power more skillfully, and allows you to see the truth of the facts more clearly.

But it is also your shackles, suppress your anger, restrain your hatred, turn them into your strength to move forward, and then wait for the right time to explode them...

Tyrion reached out and brushed Yrel's long white hair. He looked at the broken horn on Yrel's left side and said softly:

Don't let emotions ruin you, and sooner or later we'll meet Velen and his draenei, and by then, you can do whatever you want... Go ahead and hone your combat skills, Soon, you will really set foot on the battlefield, don't let me down.

Obey, High Lord!

Yrel straightened up and responded loudly.

Call me Tyrion.

Obey! Mr. Tyrion! I will not let you down, I will fight for the Dark Blade Knight with my second life!

This answer made Tyrion very satisfied. He tapped Yrel's corner with his fingers, and a stiff smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

Good boy, go ahead, future tyrant of death.

Yrel left the roof of the Dark Temple. In the quiet darkness, Nasa, the Blood Warden wearing a leather hunting suit, appeared next to Tyrion. She leaned frivolously on a half-collapsed stone pillar , she chuckled and said:

You have a special expectation of her, why?

Because she is worthy of my expectations! The Holy Light favors her, and death will do the same to her.

Tyrion whispered:

Yriel's talent determines that sooner or later she will surpass all existing dark blade knights, and even surpass me. She is my ideal death knight, with subtle manipulation of energy, unparalleled war instincts, and extreme combat Instinct, and above all, loyalty...as absolutely as you.

But I know that your beloved little knight sneaked out of the Dark Temple last night. She is hiding something from you. Tyrion, she is different from you dead people like ice cubes. She has her own emotions. , almost full emotion...she will betray you!

Nasa said in a voice full of malice, almost gnashing her teeth:

The person you think is the most loyal will pierce your chest from behind sooner or later...

There must be a limit to self-hypnosis! Nasa, it seems that you have fallen into some kind of boring fantasy.

The death knight snorted: It's been 2 days, have you done what I asked you to do? I don't remember that the work efficiency of the watchman is so poor!

Cut, boring man!

Nasa played with her fingers, her nails were smeared red like blood, she reached out and brushed her long hair, and said softly:

The lowest floor of the Dark Temple has a collapsed passage leading to the outside world. There are still some water sources inside. Those rats are hiding there. There are many of them, but their fighting power is weak. In my opinion, they are like a group of distorted Germans. The Laenei...yeah, they're about the same size as the Draenei, and I don't know how they survived here.

Having said that, Nasa licked her plump lips with her tongue, revealing a unique evilness in the darkness:

But their blood...is delicious.

Let Yrel take those cannon fodder to catch them and bring their leader here. The Dark Temple is too big. I need some obedient servants...

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While Tyrion was purging the Dark Temple, on the distant Nagrand Grassland, Great Chief Ner'zhul finally saw the information he needed.

Oshu'gun, the orcs respectfully call it the Mountain of Souls. It used to be the holy land of orc shamans. This silver-gray hill with a crystal-clear appearance is like a gem exposed to the sun, and around it, the souls of the ancestors The activities are very active. More than ten years ago, every year, the orcs would let go of their barriers and hold a grand ceremony called Kershhag Ceremony in front of the holy place.

It's a pity that the inside story hidden in the Holy Land is very cruel. This secret has been concealed for many years, until now, it was exposed in front of Ner'zhul.

Warchief! This is a holy place, we cannot...

In front of the indifferent Ner'zhul, the fearless Grom Hellscream seemed a little at a loss. The two of them were standing in front of the huge Oshu'gun, the mountain of souls, where the old orc shaman They have set up a ban, no one is allowed to disturb the peace of the ancestors.

But the news he received from Tyrion was so terrifying that Ner'zhul finally made up his mind.

Break it open! Grommash, believe me, it's necessary!

Regardless of his weak body, the great chief grabbed a warhammer himself, took two steps forward, and slammed it hard on the wooden railing in front of him, and seeing this scene, Grom also raised his bloody hammer. Roar.

In less than 2 minutes, the road ahead was cleared. Ner'zhul grabbed his staff, he took a deep breath, his eyes were full of worry and stubbornness, he looked back at Grom, and whispered :

You can stay here, Grommash, or you can come with me. Someone told me that there is a real secret hidden inside the sacred Oshu'gun, which is related to the survival of this world and the orc civilization. I must go in and see Look! Even if you offend your ancestors, you will not hesitate!

The chief of the Warsong clan is a true warrior, but for the ancestors, there is no need to say more about his inner worship. Seeing Ner'zhul strode into the interior of the mountain of souls, Grom gritted his teeth and followed go in.

The passage leading to the interior of the holy mountain does not seem to be formed naturally. For hundreds of years, the orcs would not enter here due to the reverence for their ancestors. Ner'zhul and Grom were almost the first to enter Oshu'gun of the orcs.

These pictures...how do they look like the Draenei?

A dancing spark appeared in front of Ner'zhul. The power of the elements illuminated the deep darkness for the two of them. Grom looked at the two sides of the oval passage by the light of the fire, at the non-iron and non-wood wall On the road, he saw those weathered murals, and he asked in a low voice:

Could it be that the Holy Mountain has something to do with the Draenei?

Ner'zhul didn't answer, everything around him made his will become colder and colder. Tyrion was right, their holy mountain really hides the secrets of the draenei.

But the great chief absolutely did not want what Tyrion told him to be true, he almost forced himself to move forward, the world of orcs was dying, and in order to make up for the heinous crimes he had committed, he had to see this secret with his own eyes !

The passage inside the Mountain of Souls was winding. Ner'zhul and Grom walked forward in the darkness for nearly 10 minutes before seeing a strange light. The unique crystal and metal decorations of the Neanderthals, inside the holy mountain, the light from the sun shone through the glass into this small space, and the reflected light made Ner'zhul and Grom stunned at the same time. In situ.

They raised their heads and saw thousands of orc souls floating in the air in this space, and in the center of these souls was a floating monster!

It was a monster filled with deep and cold darkness. It had no form, just like an elemental creature, with an ever-changing body and two claw-like fingers. Purple-black lightning surged on the surface of its body, making this creature The small area has become weird and abnormal, the space is extremely fragile here, and new souls are sucked into it every minute and every second.

And in the unconscious murmur of the monster, the light of the void danced in the air behind its shoulders, like a dark crown.

What both Ner'zhul and Grom couldn't accept the most was that along with the breathing rhythm of the dark monster, those orc souls suspended in the sky were absorbed into the monster's body as if being swallowed. inside.

It's like being eaten...

boom

The staff of Thousand Souls in Ner'zhul's hand fell to the ground. The last hope in his eyes had been shattered, as if his soul had been taken out, leaving only a cold body. Standing beside him was useless to any opponent. Grom Hellscream, whom he feared, was even colder, and had to rely on the battle ax to support his body.

Ancestors... Is our belief really a joke?