Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 153 23. The struggle of the cannon fodder [24100]

Elan's grasp of the situation is very clear. With Ner'zhul and this weird death knight in front of him entangled, it is difficult for him to leave with the collection smoothly, but unfortunately, he chose to counterattack a bit late, and Yrel's The stalking also made him ignore the real threat.

boom

The choking disgust that jumped in the passage was torn apart by the giant fist of the rock. This extremely aggressive spell hit the body of Elan's magic clone fiercely, and the magic phantom that was hit hard dissipated in an instant.

And at the same time, from the sky, an extremely dazzling lightning storm enveloped his body, and under Ner'zhul's fatal blow, which lasted for five seconds, completely destroyed Nielas Ai. Lan's counterattack, after the lightning dissipated, the body of the ghost master became extremely transparent.

Apparently, he was hit hard.

boom

The cold warhammer hit Elan's chest, and the power of the void broke the ghost mage's resistance. His ghost body was corroded almost instantly, causing the archmage to let out an unbearable cry of pain.

And at the next moment, the five fingers tore apart the magical storm, strangled Elan's neck, and lifted him into the air. Dark red death energy rose from Elan's feet, binding his body tightly in the air. In mid-air, the draenei were generally taller than humans. The tall Yrel withdrew her fingers. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked straight into the dark eyes of the ghost master.

The Wraith, who was nearly crushed just now, has returned to her normal form, her pale complexion floating beside the death knight. She looks three points similar to Yrel, especially the hairstyle and the shape of the two horns, which are almost exactly the same. .

cough cough

Yrel coughed, looked at the archmage in front of her, and said in a deep voice:

Mr. Tyrion asked me to tell you...the things of the Dark Blade Knights are not so easy to get.

He also asked me to ask you, do you like this gift he brought?

That madman...

Elan was struggling in a cage made of death energy, and he was extremely angry at Tyrion's malice:

Medivh shouldn't have let him live at the time! I've seen it! I've seen it the first time we met! He's a lunatic, he's just a bastard who is afraid of chaos! Did fate abandon him? It doesn't make sense!

Keep these words!

Yrel took out a black, specially made soul stone from his waist pocket, held it backwards like a dagger, and stabbed it fiercely into the phantom body of the archmage in front of him, looking at the luster of the purple psychic spell Wrapped around Elan's body, Yrel took a step back.

You can say it to Mr. Tyrion...but whether he will listen is another matter.

Ner'zhul ignored the unhealthy conversation between Yrel and Elan. He could probably guess that Tyrion had some sort of feud with these mages in Karazhan, but this act of borrowing a knife to kill someone also made the great shaman feel bad about himself. His partners were even more worried. After gradually realizing how cold the soul under Tyrion's body was, Ner'zhul urgently discovered that he needed some means to counter Tyrion.

If he has been blindly following this death knight, the ending he and the orc will get may not be very pleasant.

But at this moment, what made Ner'zhul more curious was the draenei soul floating beside Yrel...

Didn't Tyrion tell you about the dangers of having two souls in one body?

The old shaman whispered to Yrel:

Or, did you do this without telling him? Who is this soul? Why is it worth your risk?

Yrel didn't answer Ner'zhul's question right away, she stretched out her hand, gently stroking the soul beside her, and the Draenei soul hugged Yrel's arm with a smile on her face, the two were dead The intimacy of their loved ones is surprising. They don't seem to have the coldness of the Dark Blade Knights at all.

Her name is Samaro. She is my best friend. We grew up together. In Amberli Village, we are like twins...Mr. Ner'zhul, do you want to know why we separated?

Yrel's voice was as cold as ice, with an undisguised malice, and Ner'zhul hardly needed to guess to know the source of this malice...

Samaro died in your bastard massacre of Ambori village... 1 month after her death, I died in your attack on Karabo Temple, and we slept in the dark for 10 years.. .I have to thank you bastards for destroying Auchindoun, otherwise Samaro's soul would have dissipated there alone, and now...now!

At the moment Yriel opened her arms, the soul of her best sister also opened her arms to embrace Yriel as if she had returned. The next moment, Samaro's soul disappeared into the sky like melting ice. In Yrel's body, it was like coming home.

Now, we are one!

No one can separate us!

Two voices with different timbres spoke the same sentence with the same tone, like a taboo accent, and Yrel's open left eye was still dark red, but the right eye had turned into a cold blue, Two completely different temperaments appeared on Yrel in a fusion way.

It was as if there were two souls, two angry, unwilling, cold, and hateful souls manipulating this body.

This kind of weird scene can scare any ordinary person, but Ner'zhul is not ordinary, he just paused for a moment, then regained his footsteps, and walked into the storage room that was no longer blocked.

The old shaman's fingers clenched his staff tightly. He has realized a little bit...Since Tyrion let his subordinates hate orcs to their heart's content, it means that the Darkblade Knights under his command are impossible to fight against orcs. Have peace.

Yrel was still too immature. Under the guidance of Ner'zhul, her hatred for orcs made her unable to control her emotions, thus exposing Tyrion's deepest thoughts.

The orc is just a knife in his hand, after it is used up, it may have no value in pretending to be a snake.

At the moment when Ner'zhul's figure disappeared into the storage room, Samaro's weak voice sounded in Yrel's heart:

My Yrel, won't this really reveal Mister Tyrion's plans?

The blue in Yrel's right eye slowly faded away and turned dark red again. She turned around and picked up the soul stone containing Elan's soul from the ground. She said softly:

It's okay, so what if he knows?

The resistance of the orcs will only make us stronger. The era of dormancy is over, and we will never fight alone.

Except for the upper layer connected to the star realm, the lower layer of Karazhan completely fell the moment the Archmage Nieras Elam failed. The orcs and death knights all got what they needed, and they will return with full rewards. At the moment when the gate of the mage tower was pushed open by the orcs, another war was about to begin in the far northern land of this world.

swish

The horses of the fleeing human knights were still galloping, but the rider behind them was bound by the dark red death rope and pulled towards the slaughterers behind.

The panicked knight fell to the ground, and around him were the corpses of his patrolling brothers. After the dizzying leap, this ordinary knight wanted to raise his head, but what he could see was a slashed black knife. sharp axe.

puff

Blood gushed out from the headless corpse, and Glokush grabbed the knight's blood-stained blond hair and threw the head aside casually.

Behind him, the death knights were collecting the corpses of the knights, intending to recruit more death knights.

Yes, after Tyrion took over the command of the death knight, he has given permission. The death knight will no longer be limited to orcs. Any valuable corpse, no matter what race, can be transformed arbitrarily.

Glokush watched the busy figures of the surrendered death knights with cold eyes, and there was no trace of emotion in his gray eyes.

In his opinion, these subordinates originally belonged to Talon Gorefiend, and they were no different from their stupid leaders. They were weak, cunning, and had no loyalty at all. Their development skills were in a mess, and they always wanted to use the magic of warlocks to solve everything.

Such a knight is not worthy of being absorbed into the Dark Blade Knights.

So, this will be your final assessment!

Seeing that the psychic circle had begun to operate, Black Hand strode forward and filled the corpses of 15 human knights in front of him with the death energy in his hands. He looked indifferently at the death knights with their heads bowed in front of him, and snorted:

You have heard the order of the great lord very clearly when you set off. Not all cats and dogs can join the Dark Blade Knights. You have to prove your ability in the war! The fall of Alterac is meaningless. An attack on Dalaran is your last chance to prove yourself!

Only those who have survived the cruel war are eligible to enjoy the favor of death!

Black hand stretched out his left hand, clenched his fist, and said in a cold tone:

Those who died will be buried here, and their worthless lives and failures will be tied together, and they will be forgotten forever! This is the code of the Dark Blade Knights, the only commandment!

Who has an opinion! Speak up!

Wherever Glokush looked, none of the former death knights dared to look at him, and no one dared to raise objections. The scene was dead silent.

Their leader, Talon Gorefiend, who was full of ambition and planned to start a new career in Draenor, died humblely in the siege of the Dark Blade Knights. These death knights saw it clearly.

The Gorefiend's last wailing, the shameful begging for mercy, even kneeling on the ground, failed to save his life. Tyrion Dawnblade, the Great Lord of the Dark Blade Knights, held the The sword that made all the death knights tremble, in the bloody smile, cut off the head of the gorefiend without hesitation. When he lifted the head of the gorefiend as a trophy, all the death knights lost the battle desire.

Impossible to win... The Dark Blade Knights are real death knights who can confront the Silver Hand head-on. As for them... They are just a group of fakes who cannot stand in the sun. Fakes must have the awareness of fakes, maybe in the future One day it will become a real product, but before that, you still have to be a man with your tail clamped.

The world of death knights doesn't have so many pretense, winning and losing, it's just so cold.

After Glokush left, the death knights began to communicate with each other, but don't expect any idea of ​​unity from these gorefiend cronies. The remaining nineteen knights of the first generation of the Shadow Council were all beheaded by Tyrion. , just like Gul'dan, the great magician's skull contains powerful shadow magic power, which can be used to do many things when necessary, so it is used as the standard equipment of the Dark Blade Knights, and the rest are Some small shrimp.

Bah! I was cannon fodder under the command of Gorefiend, and now I am still cannon fodder under Tyrion's command... Both big bosses recognize my ability, should I feel honored?

A tall death knight complained to his companions. Since the Knights of the Gorefiend followed the old pattern, these death knights were all human. The troubles that Glokush had encountered also appeared on them. The human body is flexible enough, but it is as familiar as the body of the orc, and it is not as powerful as the body of the orc.

This further weakened their combat effectiveness. In fact, if they all used orc bodies to match orc souls, the Gorefiend Knights would not be so weak.

Come on, Bell, my brother, stop complaining...

Another death knight with a short stature rolled his eyes, and he looked around. The other death knights were cursing Grokush's cruelty in a low voice, without any intention of planning for the future, which made the short The Death Knight was a little disdainful.

He turned his head and whispered to the tall death knight beside him:

Listen to me, Bell, no matter how much we complain, some things can't be changed. Now, except Tyrion's Dark Blade Knights, no force will accept us, instead of dying quietly , we have to plan for the future... Believe me, the Dark Blade Knights is our best destination, and, to say it is cannon fodder, there is actually no way to avoid it...

This sentence stunned the tall death knight. Most of the orcs are fighters. Even warlocks, there are many who are not willing to think. He bent down, patted his companion's shoulder, and said in a shy voice:

Turek, if you have any idea, just say it, we are all from Gorgrond, we should help each other, I absolutely believe in you!

Okay, okay, Bell, two people working together are more sure than one.

The short death knight narrowed his eyes, and moved his fingers:

The premise is, can you be ruthless... You see, the Dark Blade Knights have made it clear that they only accept real fighters, but you and I don't want to die... Then we can only ask our former partners, Use their brains to achieve our bravery.

You mean, kill them?

No! Don't be stupid, killing each other is meaningless. Listen to me, Grokush is definitely not worried about asking us to get that damn gem, and the orcs in Grommash will not let us do it, so , we just need to...