"I'm going to kill him! Let me go! Gugal! I command you! I'm going to kill him! ”

Sarufar roared and brandished his battle axe, but was dragged backwards by the tall ogre wizard and a few guards, his eyes reddened, and the orcs were losing ground little by little in the battlefield that was completely cut off in front of him, with the killing of the death knights and those corpses.

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

For every point they are weakened, the opposite side grows by one point!

One after another, the forces of both sides were reversed, and the Zhengrong belonging to the Death Knight rose up in this terrifying killing, and the orcs failed to eliminate the Death Knight in the first wave of attacks, and what awaited them was only to be eaten away by the gradually increasing corpses little by little.

"Don't be impulsive! (They're slowing us down!) ）”

Gugar dragged the angry Sarufar with difficulty, and his two heads cried out 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 orders! (Breaking down the alliance is the most important thing!) Sooner or later, traitors will be able to clean up! ）”

Gugar's persuasion quickly brought Sarufar back to his senses, and he stood in the narrow passage of the mountains, and he looked viciously at Tyrion and his Knights of the Darkblade, who were killing orcs, gritting his teeth, and finally, he took a deep breath.

"Let's go! Block them! ”

"Boom Boom"

The ogre wizard, who had been prepared for a long time, smashed the manic magic in his palm into the rocks on both sides, and in the explosion that shook the ground, the rocks fell, completely blocking the narrow mountain path.

At the moment when the stone fell, Sarufar and Tyrion stared at each other, one angry, one indifferent, one hateful, and the other dead, as if the Orc Overseer was going to engrave this face in his mind, and in his heart, a killing oath had been branded.

"Sooner or later! Sooner or later... Kill all these monsters! ”

The Orc Overseer turned back and rode back onto the Wolf, and he shouted:

"The life and hatred of our fellow citizens are inherited by us! Now, move on! Defeat the humans, and then turn back and defeat them! ”

"For the Horde!"

On the other side of the rock, the nearly a thousand abandoned orcs were already in despair, their morale plummeting, and in the pursuit of more and more corpses, they could not even escape.

"Poof"

The cold sword stabbed the heart of an orc, and Luminas, who was covered in blood, shook her red hair happily, and she looked at the rocks that fell in front of her, and she said with some regret:

"It's a shame that they ran so much..."

"It's enough to keep so many orcs."

Tyrion withdrew his heavy sword, he had lost interest in killing these ordinary soldiers, he looked at the blocked road in front of him, and he whispered:

"There are only four of us after all, which is the limit, but don't worry, I know where they will go... Next, we will find more companions to expand our strength, and the next time we meet again, it will not be such a small fight! ”

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

"Gul'dan thinks he can escape, but we'll tell him by action that he's dead!"

"Tyrion! Look over there! ”

Tyreon's shout turned Tyrion back from this bloody battlefield, in the far northern sky, a golden curtain of light stood like a miracle in the sky of Quel'Thalas, like a being connected to the sky.

The beating golden light was so vivid, like a golden veil of light that shrouded the sky, enveloping most of Quel'Salas's land, like a super-large barrier.

"Sunwell, the source of Quel'Salas's magic, such a defense is not something that a mere young dragon can break."

Tyrion moved his wrist:

"Those big guys are not incorrigible, since the power of the sun well has been triggered, then that group of orc dragon knights will be dead, and the elves who have freed their hands will probably come over soon, so scatter them! Leave these orcs to the elves for a headache! ”

"It's time for us to do our own thing."

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In his rare spare time, Tyrion always thinks about some questions in order not to lose his soul to the pain of death, and the most he thinks about it is the cause of the blood elves of Salein.

In the memories of the game, the strange race of Salein has always been mysterious, and Tyrion only knows that they are a group of High Elves who have been resurrected by the second generation of Death Knight leaders and the Lich King Arthas, who will appear more than a decade later, but why they became Salein, no one knows.

Tyrion had pinned his hopes on Celent and Luminas, but it turned out that not every High Elf recruited as a Death Knight would become Salein, but after summarizing the characteristics of several failed attempts and his own resurrection, Tyrion also seemed to find some clues.

"I was able to become Salein, probably because of my blood."

In the ruins of the ruined elven sentry Daisom, Tyrion looked at the two corpses in front of him, two of the more unique beings he had found among the many unwilling souls.

These are two elven mages with noble status, judging from their insignia, these are still two mage captains, and being able to become a mage captain in Quel'Thalas, where the magic system is developed, is enough to show their talent and ability.

"My father, Carol. The Blade of Dawn was once a high-ranking mage of the Firewing Legion, and my mother, Tellisa. The Blade of Dawn, the magic master of the Tower of the Sun. ”

Tyrion pinched his arm, his ice-blue eyes twinkling with thought:

"As someone who inherited their bloodline, I should have followed their trajectory and become a mage, not a ranger, but fate pushed me to that point... A ranger captain with excellent mage talents, which is probably why I was able to become both a Death Knight and a Celein. ”

His gaze fell back on the corpse in front of him:

"The thirst for magic is the instinct of every High Elf, but the Ranger can suppress that thirst because they don't use magic and don't rely on magic that much... But mages are different, every High Elf mage is a hopeless demon addict, and their thirst for magic is almost unlimited, so, demon addiction... Hopeless addiction is the key! ”

"Buzz"

In Tyrion's body fully strengthened by dragon blood, a huge amount of death energy gushed out, lighting up the psychic circle under the corpses of the two mages, and in the flying of dark red light, Tyrion's cold face was illuminated, and he manipulated the death energy to infiltrate the two dead bodies little by little, attracting the death energy that had been generated in their bodies.

And under the effect of the psychic circle, their broken souls that have been separated from their bodies have also been 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, looking at the two corpses in front of him, the next process was something he could not interfere with, whether it could succeed or not, it could only depend on whether fate favored him.

"It's a pity that a mage can't become a death knight..."

A hint of regret flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he pushed aside Talon. Not to mention the kind of weak plate warlocks made by the Blood Demon, in his mind, most of the real Death Knights are transformed from powerful warriors, and their strength during their lifetime determines that after they are recruited, they can also skillfully use rune weapons, and with the help of death power, they will soon become qualified death knights.

But spellcasters like mages are not enough to temper their bodies, and their haunting bodies determine that even if they are recruited after death and transformed by death energy, they will not be able to use rune weapons well, and it is unrealistic to expect them to go into battle to kill the enemy, and such a fragile knight will be easily crushed into powder on the battlefield.

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

"Shouldn't I find a great lich for the Knights..."

Death is generous to anyone, and although mages cannot become qualified knights, they also have their own path of necromancy, and at the end of this path, the so-called immortal lich, completely abandoning the shackles of the body, the soul nourished by the darkness is extremely powerful, and is a truly powerful battlefield killer in the death camp.

A true lich can easily set off a blizzard that buries an legion, and they are more powerful than living mages can imagine.

And the necromancy, shadow and ice magic that the lich is good at can also greatly promote the training of Death Knight recruits and the recruitment speed of powerful knights, so the Death Knight and the Lich, this is definitely the most perfect partner, and it is also a proof of strength and strength.

However, mages and warlocks with lich qualifications are rare, so this matter is not in a hurry, Tyrion shook his head, and refocused his attention on the two mages in front of him, their souls and bodies began to be active again, and the conscription was already in its final stages.

"Buzz"

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

He was wearing a red robe, and he had a hideous fatal wound in his abdomen, which had been sewn up with sutures by the ingenious Miss Luminas, probably just awakened from death, and he was still a little dazed about his surroundings, he quickly raised his head and looked at Tyrion in the darkness in front of him, those open eyes made Tyrion's heart skip a beat.

The eyes are faintly blood-red!

The Blood Elves' signature blood red!

"Who are you? Where am I? ”

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

"You're dead, your memories didn't lie to you!"

Tyrion whispered:

"But it doesn't matter!"

He reached out and took out an icy dragon's blood bead from his waist pocket and shook it in front of the mage:

"Are you thirsty?"

"What?"

The resurrected mage was a little dazed, but his gaze subconsciously rotated with the dragon blood bead in Tyrion's hand, and Tyrion could clearly see that his Adam's apple twitched, obviously, the strange hunger for blood in his heart was awakened.

But probably because he was used to suppressing his body's thirst for magic, the old mage did not act immediately, and at this time, the second mage also woke up, and his eyes were also bright red that made people's scalp tingle.

Compared to the old mage's composure, the second young mage's suppression of the rising desire in his body was much weaker, and his eyes looked directly at the dragon blood bead in Tyrion's hand, and he asked in a low voice:

"What's that? Give me! Give me!! ”

"Okay."

A satisfied smile appeared on Tyrion's lips, he reached out to break the freeze on the surface of the blood beads, levitating the blood in his hands, he looked at the young mage who was trembling all over, and he whispered:

"Want? You take it yourself..."

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

"No hands! Feel the hunger in your body, the thirst for blood, the power that grows out of the thirst, use it! Use it to get it! ”

"If you can't do it!"

Tyrion's voice turned cold:

"Then you're a failure! Weak people who can't manipulate power, I don't need it! ”

"Ugh..."

A hoarse sigh sounded in the darkness, and the dragon blood bead suspended in Tyrion's palm was dragged forward by another identical, but very weak force, and fell into the palm of the graceful old mage, he looked at the dragon blood beating on his fingers, he did not swallow it immediately, instead, he set his eyes on Tyrion.

"My name is Severn... Severn. Flame Wound, High Mage of the Fire Wing Legion, but now it seems that I may have become a monster, don't you want to introduce yourself? Stranger who turned me into a monster! ”

Hostility permeated the darkness, and on the other side of this questioning, Tyrion calmly took out another dragon blood bead and let it levitate in the palm of his hand, he looked at the old mage Saiwen in front of him:

"My name is Tyrion, Tyrion. Dawnblade, I have to correct you, Mr. Severn, you are not monsters, even though you are so fragile in your manipulation of blood! But I still welcome you to this organization... We have our own name, our name is Sarein! ”

"Welcome to your awakening, my compatriots!"