"Buzz"

The light of the space shattering lit up in the dark abyss, Tyrion's body spun and smashed into the darkness, the warlock's teleportation magic is not as comfortable as the mage's portal, all the magic of the warlock is in the service of war, this super-large portal is built for large-scale demons, and the dizziness is only the slightest symptom of passing through this kind of thing in a mortal body.

Some of the unlucky ones will even be torn apart by the irascible magic power.

"Bang"

The Death Knight's head slammed into the cold, damp rock, a blow that hurt his head, and the Watcher, whom he had clutched in his hands, also smashed into the dark rocks, and she was in even worse condition, as her right arm twisted abnormally when she fell, apparently broken, as she was grabbed by Tyrion in the storm.

"Ahh

Nasa the Watcher let out a groan of pain, but before she could stand up, cold fingers clasped around her neck and grabbed her violently from the ground, the cold touch between the fingers touched her skin, making Nasa tremble all over, but the Watcher was not afraid of death, she just felt that it was too bad to die in this place.

She struggled frantically, her figure bouncing back and forth between reality and shadow, trying to escape Tyrion with the Watcher's flickering abilities bestowed by the moon god, but how could the Death Knight, who was so enraged by the Warden's troubles, let her escape so easily?

"Smack"

Nassar's owl helmet was rudely lifted and thrown aside, and in the darkness, Tyrion's ice-blue eyes looked at the watchman in front of him who was clasped around his neck, this is a night elf, and the High Elves belonged to the Elven Empire ten thousand years ago, compared to the High Elves, the Night Elves are taller, not as slender as the High Elves, their bodies are athletic, like predatory cheetahs.

The Night Elves, on the other hand, have lilac skin and look full of exotic charm, and their ears are longer than those of the High Elves.

Nasa the Watcher has long purple hair, her face is painted with the Warden's war paints, her eyes are purple, and she has a moon-shaped pendant on her forehead, representing her faith.

Frankly, this is a beautiful girl, but most of the time, her beauty is sealed in the cold Watcher armor.

As a girl who volunteered to join the Watchers, Nasa has a spirit of dedication and self-sacrifice, knowing that the Watchers are not ordinary sentinel units, but existed as the world's top assassination and hunting organization in Azeroth when it was founded thousands of years ago.

"Huh"

Tyrion took a step back, his fingers released from Nassar's neck, but the Watcher was not set free, and the energy of death rising from her feet wrapped around her body, imprisoning her arms and body to the dark ground.

"You jumped out like rats and ruined everything..."

Tyrion's hoarse voice rang out in the darkness:

"You have no idea what a dangerous guy you let go, you sabotaged my revenge, you provoked death... Then pay the price yourselves! ”

Nassa breathed hard, she saw the Death Knight's ice-blue eyes turn a seeping bright red, she felt an indescribable crisis, but on her own, she couldn't break free from the confines of death, she could only watch as Tyrion reached out and turned her head aside, exposing her lilac neck to the darkness.

Tyrion kissed the watchman on the neck in a gentle way, the cold touch and the ambiguous gesture made Nasa feel very ashamed, but before she could resist, the pain of the sharp teeth piercing into the veins, like a pinprick in the veins, made the watcher cry out in pain again.

"Nope! No!! ”

Feeling the blood flowing in her body being absorbed by this monster, Nassa's struggle quickly became weak, she seemed to have predicted her end, and she would be sucked dry by this monster, but... Not really.

The blood of the Night Elves fell into Tyrion's mouth, which was a completely different taste from the blood of orcs and humans, and even made the Death Knight feel a natural fragrance, and the death energy that had been consumed before was quickly recovered under the stimulation of blood, which soon made Tyrion feel the fullness of his weakened body.

After more than half of the blood was absorbed, a sinister smile appeared in the eyes of the Death Knight, and the next moment, the cold blood in his body was injected into Nasa's veins through his teeth.

"Ahh

The icy liquid was injected into the veins, and almost instantly, the watcher felt a kind of cold as if he had been thrown to death in a blizzard, as if the internal organs and the blood vessels of the whole body were frozen, and with the infusion of blood, Nassar's eyes also changed from purple to blood red, and Tyrion was physiologically transforming the body of the night elf.

This is another ability of the Salein Blood Elves in addition to the ability to draw blood, blood infection, Tyrion tried to save General Liresa's life in this way, but the general refused.

And this evil ability is like the first embrace of a vampire, through the reverse injection of this blood, the prey will become a creature similar to Sarein, with an endless thirst for blood, and it is difficult to suppress this desire through the will of the self.

When facing the Blood Queen in the game, players will be transformed into this form if they are not careful... However, the modified creatures cannot be called Sarein, and it may be more appropriate to call them Blood Servants, although the original Blood Servants also had this ability to spread blood, but they were not perfect.

They can't control their bloodthirsty desires, so the creatures they bite will only become bloodthirsty beasts, rather than the blood servants, who still have complete intelligence.

To put it simply, the primary blood servant does not have the ability to develop the next level of existence, but if the blood servant can suppress the desire and evolve the ability to draw blood into a part of his own existence, he may be able to break through this shackle, but this is basically impossible.

The desire that seeps into the bone marrow is not so easy to control.

"Hmm..."

However, as Sarein's blood was injected into her body, Nasa's situation became not quite right, her body began to tremble abnormally, her body temperature began to rise rapidly, obviously it was cold blood that was injected, but it was as if the blood in her body began to boil, her eyes began to drift, as if she had lost consciousness, but she let out a coquettish moan that made people think about it.

That's enough to move any man, alas... Standing in front of her was a Death Knight...

"Ahh

After one last high-pitched scream, Nassar's body fell to the ground, her body trembling continued, and Tyrion withdrew his sharp teeth, he took a step back, reached out and touched the blood stain on the side of his mouth, he looked at the watchman who fell to the ground, the blood-red light in his eyes slowly faded and turned into the original ice blue again.

"Whew... Whew"

Nasa breathed heavily, unable to stand up even though her body was free, she struggled to reach out and touch the wound on her neck, where the fangs had pierced it had frozen and was quickly melted in the boiling blood of her body, but the wound was gone.

The two of them waited in the dark, and after ten minutes, Nassa regained her strength, she grabbed the knife wheel beside her with her backhand, and pounced on Tyrion, but the knife wheel was raised and slashed at the neck of the death knight, but her wrist could no longer be swung down, as if there was an invisible boundary blocking the blade's swing, but more often, it was the strange will that rolled in her body.

She could hear Tyrion's voice ringing within her, like an order that could not be refused, for her body to obey, though her soul still resisted.

"Ahhh

The hunger for blood that swells from the depths of my heart, that crazy perception is like poison. Addiction, destroying the Watcher's iron will in an instant, her body curled up on the ground, kneeling at Tyrion's feet, tears of humiliation falling from her eyes.

Tyrion crouched down and held out his fingers to lift Nassa's jaw, and he looked at the blood-red eyes in front of him as if he were looking at some precious treasure.

"You call me a monster?"

Tyrion whispered in the ear of the trembling watcher:

"You're a monster now, baby... Go, find your companions, bring them to me... I know you're going to obey, you and your sisters are going to be my Deathwalkers, I know... You can't resist! ”

He kissed Nassar's earlobe, a movement that clenched the watchman's fists but couldn't swing them out, and the cold blood of Salein flowed from her body, a physical and irresolvable confinement unless Tyrion died, but the lives of the two men were bound together by this curse.

When Tyrion is dead, so will Nassar.

"It's... The price of death for your provocation! ”

Tyrion turned and walked into the deep dark temple, his hunt not yet over... Behind him, his first servant in the truest sense of the word struggled to get up from the ground, and she reached out to take the cold owl helmet in her hand, and in the faint glow of the helmet, Nasa saw her blood-red eyes, and her body shook a little.

She pressed the sharp knife wheel against her neck, her haughty will made her unwilling to live as a bloodthirsty monster, but in the end, the weak blade could not slice her neck, and Tyrion would not allow her to die like this...

Oh my God, she can't even die!

The cursed creature between half life and half death finally put on the cold helmet, clenched the knife wheel, and disappeared into the darkness, tears of blood in the corners of her eyes, this cursed fate... This damn fate!

On the other side, Gugar sat in a ruined palace, surrounded by fishy seawater, and some sea fish that had not had time to escape, the ogre struggled to pull the barbed bone arrow from his chest, he groaned in pain, grabbed two sea fish in his hand, and sent them to his two mouths, frantically tearing the flesh, by eating, to make himself feel better.

At his feet, there was a half-smelling corpse, it was the corpse of Tarongor, which was used by Gul'dan to carry his soul, but was destroyed by Tyrion again, and Gul'dan's soul was once again forced into the Soul Stone, which was an unbearable shame for the self-esteemed orc warlock.

However, at this time, the destroyed body did not plunge Gul'dan into the most insane anger and curse, on the contrary, under the trembling of the soul stone, he said to Gulgar:

"Although there were some small accidents, we finally got here, my disciple, and we are only one step away from the final victory!"

"I can feel that power in the deepest part of this temple! Trust me, I can sense it! ”

"Take me, Gugar, I swear! I swear with my soul that once I have achieved that body, I will share this power with you! I swear! ”

Gul'dan's temptation did not make Gugar ecstatic, on the contrary, the ogre's three eyes were already beating with undisguised malice, but just as he stretched out his hand towards the soul stone, an obscure consciousness sounded in his mind, and after a while, Gugal's anger was erased again, and he returned to his previous simplicity, and he said with a smile:

"Alright! Gul'dan. (I'll take you where you want to go!) ）”

He grabbed the soul stone, looked left and right, and under Gul'dan's guidance, jumped into the fishy water, and advanced deeper into the collapsed temple, and a few minutes later, Tyrion's figure appeared in the collapsed palace, and he saw the corpse abandoned by Gul'dan at a glance.

The evil teleportation array outside the door of the tomb of Sargeras was apparently teleported randomly, teleporting people who entered the tomb in batches to different places, and no one knows how big this underwater temple is...

The Death Knight pulled out a rusty elven sword, an ornament he had found in the palace, and the energy of death wrapped around it, making it chill, and the cold blade sharpened again, and he chopped off the corpse's head.

Although I don't know where Gul'dan found this body full of magical power, since Guldan's skull contains powerful evil energy, then this warlock's body should also have evil energy, although it is certainly not as powerful as Guldan's skull, but it should be no problem to use it for emergencies.

The flesh was torn from the skull in the tumbling of the forces of death, and soon a white skull fell into Tyrion's hands, which he wrapped in chains around his armor, and the skull of Gul'dan looked like some kind of hideous ornament.

"Not bad..."

Tyrion snorted, and he took his sword and quietly chased after him in the direction that Gugar had left.