Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 214 15. Demon War. Demon Blood Undead 【85100】

In the early morning of the next day, Tyrion stood on the top of the dead Hellfire Citadel. Under his gaze, there was a roar, and the Draenei spaceship, like a red gem suspended in the sky, rushed into the sky at high speed. , quickly turned into a red light spot and disappeared.

Rogelio stood beside him. Unlike Tyrion, who was staring at the sky, Roge kept his eyes on the cage on the lowest floor of Hellfire Citadel. He whispered:

What's the use of these demons? Haven't you already done experiments?

The death knight asked suspiciously: The souls of these demons have fled back to the Twisting Nether, and their bodies are also infected with evil energy, so they cannot be recruited.

Of course I know that demons cannot become undead. There are many options for their lives, but death is not an option for them. I want these demons to have other uses. Come with me, Rogge, and you will be able to See our latest research results.

Tyrion shook his chin at Rogelio, motioning for him to follow. The two walked side by side on the road leading to the lowest cage. When there was no one in the room, Lord Darkblade asked in a low voice:

How? What is the result of the investigation?

Rogelio's eyes flashed, and he lowered his voice:

He is very weak. It seems that the draenei can defeat the demons because he has made certain sacrifices, but even when he is extremely weak, when I shake hands with him, I can still feel the death in my body The energy is trembling endlessly, and it exists in the body of the fear prophet, and it is certain that he may still have some cards in his hand.

Is that so?

Tyrion shook his head regretfully: It's a pity, we lost one of the best opportunities.

So, you have never given up and turned that terrifyingly powerful prophet into one of us?

Rogelio narrowed his eyes and said:

Isn't this a bit too crazy? Once he misses a little bit, the holy light gushing from him is enough to burn any death knight to ashes!

The brighter the light, the darker the shadows behind it.

The death knight lord waved his finger in the dark, and the tightly closed door in front of him slowly opened. When he stepped into the door full of weird smells, Tyrion whispered:

Imagine, with the degree of the Holy Light's favor for Velen, once he falls into death, I will gain enough power to sweep the two worlds in an instant, bronze dragon? Demon? Oh, death knight Velen or grand lich Velen , he will easily crush the throats of each of them, but unfortunately...in a short time, it is estimated that it will be difficult to find such a good opportunity.

I think we should focus on things that are easy to achieve.

Probably a little shocked by Tyrion's fantasy, after a while, Rogelio said bluntly:

For example, try to find a way to open the great tomb under Teredor. As far as I saw last night, there are at least a thousand warriors who died fighting against demons buried there, as well as countless civilians. If we can get there, we There will be an extra legion in an instant!

There is no hurry there!

Tyrion waved his hand, he stopped and looked back at Rogge:

In Shattrath City, Velen told me that as long as he is still in Draenor, we will not be allowed to recruit draenei death knights, and since we have no way to confront this powerful prophet head-on, so let's put There is only one thing that matters most to us!

A glint flashed in the death knight's eyes:

Find a way to drive Velen out of Draenor...or, send it out! Don't worry, Rogge, I'm already thinking of a way to advance this matter, maybe after the war is over, we will see the outcome.

crash

Another thick steel gate was pulled by the mechanism, and it rose in front of the two of them. This is the big cage at the bottom of Hellfire Citadel. The moment he stepped into the cage, Rogge heard a huge vibration and shock coming from the ground. roar.

Rat! Rat! My blood belongs only to me...

It was a roar in a jerky orc language, low and full of noises, the death knight took a thousand steps, leaned on the railing and looked down, and could see the ring-shaped land at the bottom, drawn from the ground. The huge magic power filled the violet sealing circle painted and engraved on the ground, and in the giant circle was the abyss lord sent from Teledor.

The whole body of this giant demon is entwined with purple light, like a series of scorching light cords, tightly bound it in the magic circle, and on the edge of the magic circle, dozens of arakkoa warlocks with dark magic power surging all over their bodies Work together to maintain the operation of the magic circle.

The blood mage Autumn stood in front of the abyss lord Magtheridon. He shook his fingers, and streaks of hot dark green blood, as hot as magma, burst out from the abyss lord's wound and wrapped around his fingers. , and then quickly packed into closed containers one by one.

This process is obviously not pleasant, even a demon with rough skin and thick flesh will feel extreme pain when blood is forcibly drawn.

Seeing Tyrion and Rogelio walking down the stairs, the busy blood mage greeted them coldly.

Unlike the sociable Seven, the young blood mage Autumn tends to be a mage in the traditional sense, indifferent, focused, and doesn't care much about the outside world. He was studying the mysteries of Draenor in the Plains of Farland The source of life, and Rogelio's partner for 2 years, the two are considered to be familiar with each other.

Where is Seven?

Tyrion looked around for a week and asked, Shouldn't he be here to study the mystery of the magic blood with you?

Facing this question, the indifferent Autumn replied without raising his head:

He went to the Peak Forest of Arak. The attack of the devil accidentally destroyed some areas of the Peak Forest of Arak. The excavation site to the north of Tongtian Peak was also severely damaged. Important things, so Seven rushed over there to check.

This news made Tyrion raise his brows, a touch of joy shone in his eyes, but soon, he refocused his eyes on the blood mage in front of him, and he asked:

So, how is the research on the magic blood going?

When talking about his work, Autumn seemed to be a different person. He raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and said to Tyrion and Rogge:

I have done experiments with the cooled blood left by Aggona. I have inoculated demonic blood on walking corpses, undead infantrymen, and low-level knights, and the results...how should I put it?

Autumn tried to describe his experiment in one word, but finally, he snapped his fingers and said to the two men:

You should see for yourself.

While talking, under the call of the blood mage, a walking corpse of an orc without wisdom, a undead infantryman with weak intelligence, and a lower-level death knight in armor stood in front of Tyrion. Picking up three bottles of potions and throwing them to the three undead in front of him, he explained to the High Lord and Rogge:

This is a primary magic blood potion that has been diluted 10 times. With their physical activity, they can't bear undiluted pure magic blood.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the three undead in front of him, and gave an order coldly:

Drink it!

The three different undead obeyed the order. The unintelligent walking corpse drank the potion stiffly. The undead infantry moved more skillfully, while the lower-level death knight hesitated, but under the watchful eye of Tyrion, he still drank the potion. The cyan potion was drank in one gulp.

A few seconds later, the three undead reacted with magic blood at the same time.

The muscles of the body of the weakest walking corpse began to surge, as if its body had been raised by a palm, its originally dim eyes turned red, and its fragile body was fighting, Terry Ang Neng could clearly feel that the weak death energy in the walking corpse's body was stimulated by the power contained in the devil's blood, and it was rampaging in the walking corpse's body.

If it wasn't for the coercion from the high-level undead that made it unable to move, it would probably violently destroy everything in front of it.

The situation of the undead infantryman is similar to that of the walking corpse. Its body has also been strengthened, and the death energy in its body is restless, but its slightly complete soul has not become confused. It can be seen that under the stimulation of the devil's blood, it can still Control your weak intelligence, instead of being dominated by the crazy desire to destroy like a mindless walking corpse.

As for the lower-level death knight, his condition is the most stable. His body is strengthened by the magic blood, making his muscles swell at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his complete soul is enough to suppress the restlessness of the internal energy, and he is still awake. There was a little confusion, but calm was quickly restored.

This situation lasted until 5 minutes later, when the strengthening time ended, there was a rattling vibration in the body of the brainless walking corpse, and then it seemed to have lost all support and collapsed on the ground. Its weak soul had already dissipated.

Undead infantry fared better, but it was noticeably weaker, while lower-tier death knights were completely unaffected.

So, you saw it too.

Autumn spread his hands and said to Tyrion and Rogelio:

Drinking the magic blood will stimulate the body and soul at the same time. The mutation of the orcs after drinking the magic blood fully illustrates this point. There is only one factor that limits this strengthening effect, and that is the activity of the body. After death, death The energy nourishes the bodies of the undead, allowing our bodies to remain sufficiently active, but compared to living people, our tolerance to demonic blood has obviously dropped a lot.

The walking corpses can't bear this kind of stimulation at all. Even the diluted medicine will make them go crazy, and then they will die again after the vitality of the body and the integrity of the soul are completely destroyed!

The blood mage accentuated his voice:

Eternal death, cannot be called up again.

kindness

Rogelio finished watching the whole scene. He stepped forward and looked at the undead. After a moment, he said in a deep voice:

The undead infantry's physical activity and soul strength are stronger than those of walking corpses, so they can actually withstand the strengthening of magic blood repeatedly, right?

right!

Autumn nodded:

In theory, this is the case, but the premise is that they can't drink the magic blood too frequently. On the one hand, this will quickly consume the physical activity of the undead infantry, and they will not be nourished by the death energy. After 3-5 times at most, they will The same will die, but if they adapt to this stimulation, there will be a very small chance of mutation... just like the orcs who drank the magic blood, they will become stronger and more irritable!

Snapped

With a snap of fingers, a distorted figure stood up from the corner of the cage, and under the order of Autumn, he walked in front of Tyrion and Rogelio. It was a draenei undead infantryman, but at this time its The skin has turned light green, and there are black bone spurs growing on the arms, shoulders, and backs. There are also faint bone spurs on the fists. The muscles are very developed, and the strength of the soul is stronger than that of ordinary undead infantrymen. powerful.

But it has a violent soul...it takes a little effort to control.

This is the only one that survived my 50 test subjects last night!

The blood mage looked at the mutated undead infantry in front of him with the same gaze as a mouse, and said softly:

It has been strengthened by 7 dilution potions, and then it became what it is now. Not only was it not defeated by the side effects of the magic blood, but it became stronger. I call it... the magic blood infantry!

50:1?

Tyrion looked at the weird undead infantry in front of him, and finally nodded: Very good results, I can accept this ratio!

This is not the final result yet! My lord.

Autumn casually picked up a small bottle of viscous dark green liquid from the table, added some weird things to it, and made the liquid boil again, just like boiled water, he handed the cup to Silent Lesser Knight:

Drink it! Knight... If you are lucky enough, you will become stronger! Break through the shackles that limit you, and become a noble high-ranking knight!

Autumn was good at seducing the lower-level knights. The cunning blood mage did not say the result of the failure. everything.

But the lower-level death knight already had his own will, and he seemed very hesitant when faced with this choice.

Tyrion looked at the junior knight, his eyes flashed with anticipation, and he whispered:

Drink, knight, break all shackles under my gaze...

This is your destiny...