Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 142 12. Loyalty to the Dark Temple [13100]

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The leader of the lost who was bound by chains was roughly thrown on the steps of the broken roof of the dark temple.

Yrel took a step forward and bowed to Tyrion in front of her, she said in a low voice:

By your will, High Lord, the rats in the sewer have been cleaned up, and we have also found hundreds of hidden Kuikara fragments. After collecting these fragments, the void power of the Dark Temple will gradually dissipate, but It will take time.

Well done, Yrel.

Tyrion turned his head, looked at the bound prisoner, and then set his eyes on the death knight in front of him. He rubbed his chin, and finally waved his hand:

These fragments are useless to me, Yrel, as a former elector of the Holy Light, you can induce the dark power in them, right?

Just a little bit, the void power in the Kara fragments can also be absorbed in the same way that I used to serve Naaru.

Yrel stretched out her hand, and the purple-black crystal fragments in her hand were suspended. The purple energy flowed between the fingers of the death knight, like a snake with self-will. Soon, they were reinjected into the crystal fragments. middle.

The Draenei death knight tossed the fragments up and down, and she replied without concealment:

But absorbing too much power will make the soul feel the corruption of the void. If it is only used for short-term battles, there is no problem at all.

Very good! It seems that these fragments are still useful.

There was a flash of curiosity in Tyrion's eyes, but it was fleeting, and his fingers jumped:

Go to Ella, tell that idle gnome to stop playing her expedition game, let her find a way to put pieces into your weapons and armor, this is your unique power, you must use it well it.

Obey, High Lord!

Yrel nodded, but the next moment, Tyrion's finger flicked on her severed horn, and the death knight shook his head:

Call me Tyrion, you forgot again.

Ah! Yes, Mr. Tyrion.

Yrel suddenly grabbed his wrist a little cautiously, as if he had made a mistake, lowered his head in shame, and flicked his tail at a very high frequency behind him. This emotional death knight still stubbornly retained his previous life. Habits, such as being rather shy after making a mistake, amuse Tyrion, which is rare in his life now.

Then go ahead and leave time for me and Mr. Akama, we have something to talk about.

Yrel quickly left the rooftop, and the atmosphere here became gloomy again. The death knight walked up to the bound Lost Man, and Akama stood there without saying a word. Like the people he led, they had hideous faces and shrunken bodies.

But unlike other lost people who are as timid as a mouse, there is still a trace of persistence in Akama's blue eyes. Even after being twisted, his will is still clear.

The Archbishop of the Council of Bishops of Karabor, Akama...

Tyrion sat on the stone in front of Akama, propped up his hands, looked at the leader of the Lost Ones in front of him, and whispered:

Can you tell me how you changed from the tall draenei to the current inhuman and ghost appearance, and how you survived the battle of the fall of Karabor? I'm curious.

It seems Yrel told you a lot.

Akama moved his body, and the chains that bound him creaked in the air. He looked at the death knight in front of him with a scrutiny, and asked:

Before I tell my story, I would like to ask you, what did you do to Yrel? The child's spirit and will are two extremes when she was alive. She was so kind...

She died! Mr. Akama died in the battle when Karabo fell. Before she died, her faith was shattered, and her most admired leader abandoned her. Everything she desperately wanted to protect was destroyed. Burned to ashes before her eyes... Wasn't poor little Yrel's change inevitable after being reborn?

Tyrion stretched out his finger and clasped it on Akama's chain. The crystal ice quickly covered the entire chain. With the flick of the death knight's fingers, the solid chain was torn apart. It was shattered and hit the ground in the form of fragments. The death knight patted Akama on the shoulder and said softly:

Look, what more can you ask of a dead man?

Velen...is he really the one who changed everything?

Akama, who had regained his freedom, moved his wrists, and he whispered the name silently, which contained profound meanings, including hatred and regret.

Okay, tell me your story.

Tyrion interrupted Akama's memory. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the leader of the Lost Ones in front of him. He asked:

What exactly changed you?

It's the red plague... the malice that breeds in this world, the orcs call them red death, but I think it may be more because we have lost our faith! We have lost the will to persevere, Holy Light No longer sheltering us, after the Karabor war, after the orcs left covered in blood, we came out of the sewers where we hid, saw the city on fire, saw the ground covered with the power of the void, many People are crazy...

The red plague also broke out at that time...

Akama told his past in a calm voice, as if it was not his tragic story, he said softly:

I tried my best to protect them, but it was useless. The double torment of losing faith and the red plague was more terrible than I imagined. Without the Holy Light, we could not fight against the void. The entire Shadowmoon Valley was destroyed, and there were orcs everywhere. , we can only continue to hide here... It's like a nightmare, and when we open our eyes, everything has changed.

So, it's the void and that plague that warped you?

Tyrion rubbed his chin, but his guess was denied by Akama.

No, not all, the void and the plague are just incentives... more of the mind, the Draenei are a strange race, extremely good at manipulating energy, but they are also easily infected by energy, in our hometown Argus , the draenei who accept the fel energy will become evil eredar demons, and we, we are just another result of this energy evolution.

Without the protection of the Holy Light, our skin becomes loose, and our limbs begin to shrink. Some people cannot maintain a clear mind, and they will fall into a panic of losing their protection, causing their bodies to twist and eventually become a Tumor-covered monsters, that's a sadder end, they're the Lost...and we, we call ourselves the Broken.

Looking at his shriveled hands, Akama whispered:

Not only the body is broken, but also the soul is broken together, the poor man who lost everything.

Tsk tsk, that sounds really miserable.

Tyrion responded dryly, and then asked another question:

So, those corpses gathered in the Dark Temple were done by you, right? Why did you do this? This is such a big project, especially for poor people like you whose bodies are starting to twist.

We have to!

Akama opened his arms, and the shabby bishop's robes behind him were untied, and he said in a deep voice:

I have to find something for my people to do. Containing corpses is a painful process, but it will remind them of the days when they were Draenei, so that they will not continue to fall in fear, and let them retain their feelings. Cherish life, but even so, every year, every year, I personally execute many lost people with broken wills, but this world is so cruel, what else can we do except endure it?

I will tell them that every day is a new day, every day represents new hope, I will teach them to persevere, I will teach them to endure, but the lie!

Akama's voice became intense:

This lie! I don't know how long I'll hold on to the lie... We've lost our faith, we've lost ourselves, we've lost everything... Sometimes I can't bear to see my own ugly reflection in the water I don't want to take up arms, but every time I cut my own throat, I think of these poor people I protected...I can't give them up.

Both Velen and the Holy Light have given up on us, but we cannot give up on ourselves...

Why don't you go to Velen?

The corners of Tyrion's mouth curled up, and he said meaningfully: I believe that with Velen's good-natured character, he will accept you, even if you have become another kind of creature, maybe he will pray for the Holy Light to heal you. you.

Bastard! Do you know Velen well?

Akama had this thought in his heart, he looked at Tyrion angrily, and he asked back:

You haven't seen him at all. Everything you know about Draenei was told by Yrel. You don't even know what kind of disaster Velen's cowardice has brought us! My God! I once Trust him then! How blind I am!

He will only run away, and run away with everyone! When he can't escape, he will choose to give up, ah, great sacrifice, hell! Why didn't he sacrifice himself!

Quiet!

Tyrion pressed his finger on Akama's shoulder, and the next moment, the icy cold wind blew against Akama's body, freezing his anger in an instant. At this time, Akama realized I realized what kind of evil guy was in front of my eyes.

Quiet, my friend...I hate noise!

The death knight put his finger to his mouth and made a silent movement. He stood up and walked back and forth in the surrounding open space a few times. Finally, he looked back at Akama and said in a low voice:

I can allow you to continue to live in the Dark Temple. Anyway, you have nowhere to go. Driving you to the current Shadowmoon Valley is to send you to death, but this is not without conditions. I need you for my dark blade. Knights serve...

Another idiot trying to conquer the Dark Temple!

Akama told himself this in his heart, he stretched out his hand to wipe off the hoarfrost on his body, he looked at Tyrion, and said mockingly:

It's all the same old, loyal, loyal... You are not the first to try to conquer the Black Temple, before you, the orcs, the arakkoa, the ogres, they all sent troops to try to occupy this temple, but you guessed it Guess what happened to them?

The Temple of Darkness will not yield! Just like us, no one can really conquer it, and there will never be light shining in this Temple of Darkness, it will swallow you... as if it swallowed Everything that ever was.

Ashtongue Deathsworn will only be loyal to the Black Temple itself, we will not resist your orders...we may even fight for you, but we will not give our loyalty unless...unless you can truly conquer This temple!

Well, your understanding is slightly wrong, Mr. Akama.

Tyrion brushed his long hair and said indifferently:

I don't need your loyalty, that thing is meaningless to the dead, I just want you to serve me and my knights, they are going to fight, they can't always do chores, starting today, cleaning The temple, maintaining weapons, making armor, and maintaining the magic circle will all be left to you and your Breaker, I don’t want to see the place where I live is as messy as a doghouse, do you understand?”

Of course you can also find ways to collude with other forces to drive us out. You can try whatever you want. Being driven out can only show that we are nothing more than that, but Akama, please remember that every attempt has a price of!

Tyrion leaned down and pointed at Akama's heart:

In fact, turning you into corpses can serve me as well, and it might be more convenient. I don't kill you just because I'm too lazy to do that. Don't take your life for granted, and don't wait until it's too late to know how to cherish it.

Akama felt a cold force penetrating into his body, which made him subconsciously take a step back. As he said, before Tyrion, many forces that tried to enter the Dark Temple had failed. But none of them was full of unparalleled confidence like the death knight in front of him.

Tyrion, Ner'zhul is here again! He wants to see you!

Glokush's voice sounded in Tyrion's heart, and the death knight coughed lightly, and said to Akama who stood there dumbfounded:

I may have said too much, but I believe that a smart person like you should know how to do it...Speaking of which, without the protection of the Holy Light, you are really weak.

He flicked his fingers, thinking of Ner'zhul, a ray of light danced in his eyes, he looked at Akama, and finally, he said softly:

Are you interested in learning a new power? Mr. Akama, this will allow you to serve me better. After all, good servants need to fight occasionally. Maybe you can use it to be a sewer king ...King of the Broken, sounds imposing, doesn't it?