Azeroth’s Death Track

I'm going to kill him! Let me go! Cho'gall! I order you! I'm going to kill him!

Saurfang roared and swung his battle axe, but was dragged back by the tall ogre wizard and several guards. His eyes were red, and in the battlefield completely blocked in front of him, accompanied by With the killing of death knights and those corpses, the orcs are losing their advantage bit by bit.

Every one of their fighters fell, and a fighter stood up on the opposite side!

Every time they are weakened, the opponent will increase by one point!

One after another, the power of both sides is being reversed, and the death knight's glory rises in this terrifying killing. The orcs failed to eliminate the death knight in the first wave of attack. What awaits them can only be gradually defeated. The increasing number of corpses nibbled away bit by bit.

Don't be impulsive! (They are slowing us down!)

Cho'gall dragged the angry Saurfang with difficulty, his two heads shouted loudly:

The elves are coming! (Don't be fooled by them! We're leaving! Those people can't be saved!)

Don't forget Orgrim's order! (The most important thing is to defeat the Alliance! Traitors will be dealt with sooner or later!)

Cho'gall's persuasion made Saurfang quickly regain his senses. He stood in the narrow passage in the mountain area, and he looked fiercely at Tyrion and his Dark Blade Knights who were killing the orcs. He gritted his teeth, Finally, he took a deep breath.

Then let's go! Block them!

boom boom boom

The ogre wizard, who had been prepared for a long time, smashed the manic magic power in his palms to the rocks on both sides. In the explosion of the earth shaking and shaking the mountains, the rocks fell down, completely blocking the narrow mountain path.

At the moment when the stone fell, Saurfang and Tyrion looked at each other, one was angry, the other was indifferent, the other was hateful, and the other was dead silent. The orc warlord seemed to engrave this face in his mind, in his heart In it, a vow to kill has been branded.

Sooner or later! Sooner or later...kill all these monsters!

The orc warlord stood up and rode on the wolf again, and he shouted loudly:

The lives and hatred of our compatriots are inherited by us! Now, move on! Destroy humanity, and then go back and defeat them!

For the Horde!

On the other side of the rock, nearly a thousand orcs who were abandoned were already desperate, their morale plummeted, and they couldn't even escape when more and more corpses were chasing them.

puff

The cold war knife pierced the heart of an orc. Luminas, who was soaked in blood, shook her red hair happily. She looked at the falling rocks in front of her and said with some regret:

It's a pity to let them run so much...

It is enough to keep so many orcs.

Tyrion withdrew his epee. He had lost interest in killing these ordinary soldiers. He looked at the blocked road in front of him and said softly:

After all, there are only four of us, this is the limit, but don't worry, I know where they will go... Next, we will find more companions and expand our strength. When we meet again next time, we will It’s not such a petty fight!”

His fingers rested on the white skull hanging from his belt, and he narrowed his eyes:

Gul'dan thought he could still escape, but we will tell him with our actions that he is dead!

Tyrion! Look over there!

Celent's shout made Tyrion turn his head. Outside of this bloody battlefield, in the far northern sky, a golden curtain of light stood in the sky of Quel'Thalas like a miracle, like Connected to an existence above the sky.

The beating golden light was so vivid, like a golden veil covering the sky, covering most of the land of Quel'Thalas, like a super-large enchantment.

Sunwell, the source of magic power of Quel'Thalas, this kind of defense cannot be broken by mere young dragons.

Tyrion moved his wrist:

Those big men are not hopeless, since the power of the Sunwell has been mobilized, then the group of orc dragon knights will be dead, and the elves who are free will probably rush over soon, so we should disperse them! Leave these orcs to the elves to worry about!

It's time for us to go about our business.

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In rare leisure time, Tyrion would always think about some issues in order not to lose his soul in the pain of death, and what he thought about the most was the cause of the blood elves of Salayne.

In the memory of the game, the strange race of Salein has always been mysterious. Tyrion only knows that they are the second generation of death knight leaders who will appear more than ten years later, and the Lich King Arthas resurrected. A batch of high elves, but why they became Sallayne, no one knows.

Tyrion once pinned his hopes on Celent and Luminas, but it turned out that not every high elf would become Salayne after being conscripted as a death knight. After the feature, Tyrion also seems to have found some clues.

I can become Salein probably because of my blood.

In the ruins of the destroyed elven outpost Daithom, Tyrion looked at the two corpses in front of him. These were the two unique existences he had found among the many unwilling souls.

These are two noble elf mages. Judging from their emblems, they are still two mage captains. Being able to become mage captains in Quel'Thalas, where the magic system is developed, is enough to show their talents and abilities.

My father, Carol Dawnblade, used to be a high-ranking mage of the Firewing Legion, and my mother, Tellisa Dawnblade, was a magician at the Tower of the Sun.

Tyrion squeezed his arm, his icy blue eyes flashed with thoughtful light:

As a person who inherited their blood, I should have followed their path and become a mage instead of a ranger, but fate pushed me to that point... A ranger captain with excellent mage talent, this is probably what I can do The reason for becoming both a death knight and Salaine at the same time.

His eyes fell on the corpse in front of him again:

The desire for magic power is the instinct of every high elf, but rangers can suppress that desire, because they don't use magic, and they don't rely so much on magic power...but mages are different, every high elf mage They are patients with incurable magic addiction, their thirst for magic power is almost unlimited, so, magic addiction... hopeless magic addiction is the key!

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In Tyrion's body fully strengthened by dragon's blood, huge death energy spewed out, lighting up the psychic circle under the corpses of the two mages. In the flying of dark red light, Tyrion's cold face Being illuminated, he manipulated the death energy to seep into the two dead bodies little by little, arousing the death energy already produced in their bodies.

And under the effect of the psychic circle, their incomplete souls that had been separated from their bodies were also summoned back from the distant abyss of Hell little by little.

When their bodies began to tremble, Tyrion withdrew his death energy. He took a step back and looked at the two corpses in front of him. It's not about him.

Unfortunately, mages cannot become death knights...

Regret flashed across Tyrion's eyes. Aside from the weak plate armor warlocks created by Talon Gorefiend, in his mind, most real death knights were transformed from powerful warriors. Their strength in life determines that they can use rune weapons proficiently after being recruited, and with the help of the power of death, they will soon become qualified death knights.

However, spellcasters like mages do not have enough tempering for their bodies. Their lingering bodies determine that even if they are recruited after death and transformed by death energy, they cannot use rune weapons very well. It is unrealistic to expect them to fight the enemy Yes, such a fragile knight would be easily crushed to pieces on the battlefield.

But Tyrion's fingers stroked his chin, and another thought took root in his mind.

Should I find a Grand Lich for the Knights...

Death is generous to anyone. Although mages cannot become qualified knights, they also have their own path to the dead. At the end of this path, there is a lich who is known as immortal, completely throwing away the shackles of the body , the soul nourished by darkness is extremely powerful, and it is a truly powerful battlefield killer in the death camp.

A real lich can easily set off a blizzard that can bury an army. Their power is unimaginable to the living mages.

And the necromancer, shadow and ice magic that the lich is good at can also greatly promote the training of death knight recruits and the speed of recruiting powerful knights. Therefore, the death knight and the lich are definitely the most perfect partners. Proof of strength, if there are not a few liches in a death knight order, they will definitely be laughed out of the mouth by their peers.

However, mages and warlocks with lich qualifications are very rare, so there is no need to rush this matter. Tyrion shook his head and refocused on the two mages in front of him. Their souls and bodies began to regenerate. Active, the enlistment has come to an end.

hum

The crisp magic explosion tore through the icy darkness, and the first awakened elf mage shook his head and climbed up from the altar.

He was wearing a red robe, and he had a hideous fatal wound on his abdomen, which had been sewn up with sutures by the ingenious Miss Luminas. He probably just woke up from death, and he still had some understanding of the surrounding environment. Dazed, he quickly raised his head and looked at Tyrion in the darkness in front of him. Those opened eyes made Tyrion's heart skip a beat.

The eyes are faint blood red!

The iconic blood red of the blood elves!

Who are you? Where am I?

The elf mage, who looked a little old, reached out and touched the wound: I remember, I have already...

You are dead, your memory did not lie to you!

Tyrion whispered:

But it doesn't matter!

He reached out and took out a frozen dragon blood bead from his waist pocket, and shook it in front of the mage:

Are you thirsty?

What?

The revived mage was a little dazed, but his eyes subconsciously followed the dragon blood bead in Tyrion's hand. Tyrion clearly saw that his Adam's apple twitched. Obviously, he felt strange about the blood in his heart. Hungry, aroused.

But probably because he was used to suppressing his body's hunger for magic power, the old mage didn't act immediately. At this moment, the second mage also woke up, and his eyes were also bright red that made the scalp tingle.

Compared with the calmness of the old mage, the second young mage's suppression of the rising desire in his body was much weaker. His eyes were fixed on the dragon's blood bead in Tyrion's hand, and he asked in a low voice. :

What's that? Give me! Give me!!

OK.

There was a satisfied smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth. He reached out his hand to break the freeze on the surface of the blood bead, suspended the blood in his hand, looked at the trembling young mage, and said softly:

Want? Take it yourself...

The sound made the young mage subconsciously stretch out his hand, but it was knocked down by the sharp sword in Tyrion's hand. The death knight looked at the elf in front of him seriously, and said in a deep voice:

Don't use your hands! Feel the hunger in your body, the thirst for blood, the power formed by desire, use it! Use it to take it!

If you can't!

Tyrion's voice became indifferent:

Then you are a failure! I don't need a weak person who can't manipulate power!

well...

A hoarse sigh resounded in the darkness, and the dragon's blood bead floating in Tyrion's hand was pulled forward by another same but weak force, and fell into the palm of the elegant old mage. Seeing the dragon's blood beating on his finger, he didn't swallow it immediately, instead, he set his sights on Tyrion.

My name is Seven... Seven. Yanshang, a high-level mage of the Fire Wing Legion, but now it seems that I may become a monster. Don't you introduce yourself? The stranger who turned me into a monster!

Hostility pervaded in the darkness, facing this kind of questioning, Tyrion calmly took out another dragon blood bead and let it float in the palm of his hand. He looked at the old mage Seven in front of him:

My name is Tyrion, Tyrion. Dawn Blade, I want to correct one point, Mr. Seven, you are not monsters, although you are so vulnerable to the manipulation of blood! But I still welcome you to join this organization...We We have our own name, we are called Salein!

Welcome to your awakening, my compatriots!