"Is that all?"

Tyrion sat on the broken staircase of the Dark Temple's rooftop, and in front of him, Iriel, dressed in black heavy armor, was half-kneeling, his black armor spread out, and a dozen purple-black fragments were placed in his palm.

Tyrion reached out and twisted a piece, the dark power contained in these fragments was strong, but also strange, it was a remnant of the power of the Void, and after looking at Iriel's memories, the Death Knight was able to figure out the source of the Void power in the Dark Temple.

Faced with Tyrion's question, the nascent Death Knight hesitated and nodded.

"That's all I've found, maybe there's left somewhere else, Carabo... The Dark Temple is too big for me to find all the pieces on my own. ”

"Yes"

Tyrion nodded, he looked at the fragments in his hand, this was the fragment left after the collision between the Dark Narukala and the Dark Temple 10 years ago, according to Iriel's memory, Kara should have been shattered by Viren's holy light in the collision, and its fragments full of Void power were scattered everywhere.

But its consciousness had died, so despite the power of the void in this temple, it did not produce the whispers of corrupting souls.

Tyrion knew very well that he had to clean up the debris in the shortest possible time, and that the Void, once it was touched, would be a recipe for endless trouble.

"How's the combat training going?"

Tyrion threw the Void Fragment found by Irel into a special box, turned his head to look at the Draenei Death Knight in front of him, who was not yet comfortable with the heavy armor on his body, and in the face of Tyrion's question, Irel was silent for a moment, and replied softly:

"Mr. Glokush said I was very talented, but I needed more practice."

"Of course you're talented, girl."

Tyrion stood up and patted Irel on the shoulder:

"You are the knight I awakened with my own hands, you have my own death energy flowing in your body, and most importantly, you can use them without any obstacles, you have learned most of the death knight's combat skills in just 2 days, this talent is simply envious of everyone."

This blunt compliment surprised the Draenei Death Knight a little, she raised her head to look at Tyrion, and quickly lowered her head, like a timid hamster, there was a special intimacy between her and Tyrion, the same source of death energy was affecting her rational judgment, but for Tyrion, it was not a trouble.

"Tell me, girl."

Tyrion whispered in Iriel's ear:

"Do you hate Viren?"

The question made Iriel's body shudder.

"I hate him!"

Iriel's voice didn't change much, but the disgust and hatred contained in it made Tyrion's eyes narrow.

"Maybe the fall of Carabo doesn't have much to do with Viren, and I know very well that Viren is not a god, and he can't save all the Draenei."

Irel clenched his fists and whispered:

"But he can't escape his responsibility, his weakness allows the orcs to slaughter us unscrupulously, he obviously has the power to turn everything around, but he believes in weak "peace", he cowardly thinks that the draenei can live in peace with the orcs, even after the orcs slaughtered the village of Amberly, he still thinks that there is a possibility of peace talks between the two sides..."

"Samara's tragic death should have woken me up completely!"

Iriel's voice gritted his teeth, and Tyrion knew that if Sama was Iriel's best friend, the poor Draenei girl had died in the orcs' massacre of Iriel's hometown, the village of Amberi.

"But I was deceived by Viren, I foolishly believed in Viren's promise, I foolishly believed that he could shelter us! He let everyone down! The massacre of Carabo, the fall of Shattrath... All because of Viren! He's the culprit! If he could be more resolute and rely on the strength of the Draenei, the orcs would not have to be afraid at all! ”

"That damn coward! I'll find him, I'll question him... I will, kill him! ”

Around Iriel's body, the violent death power wrapped around her body, and after the soul hatred was aroused, the dark red light of the death knight's eyes became brighter, and as her voice became more hoarse, her soul began to howl, and the death force even formed a cold storm around the two of them.

"Enough!"

Tyrion's hand rested on Iriel's cheek, cutting off the flow of death energy in Iriel's body, and rejuvenating Irel who was about to be lost in death.

She took two steps back with some trepidation, and Tyrion and Glokush had clearly told her about the terrible consequences of the Death Knight being lost to death.

"Changing emotions are your strength, Iriel, it allows you to use your ego more skillfully, and it allows you to see the truth more clearly."

"But it's also your shackles, suppressing your anger, restraining your hatred, turning them into your strength to move forward, and then when the time is right, then exploding them..."

Tyrion reached out and brushed Iriel's long white hair, and as he looked at the broken horn on Ariel's left, he whispered:

"Don't let emotions ruin you, and sooner or later we'll meet Viren and his Delaney, and by that time, you can do whatever you want... Go ahead, hone your skills, and soon, you'll be on the battlefield for real, don't let me down. ”

"Yes, High Lord!"

Irel straightened up and responded loudly.

"Call me Tyrion."

"Yes! Mr. Tyrion! I won't let you down, get a second life, and I'll fight for the Darkblade Knight! ”

Tyrion was pleased with this answer, and his fingers tapped the corners of Iriel's horns, and a stiff smile appeared on the corners of his mouth:

"Good boy, go ahead, future Death Tyrant."

Irel left the rooftop of the Dark Temple, and in the darkness that became quiet, Nassa, the Blood Warden in a leather armor hunting suit, appeared beside Tyrion, leaning lightly against a half-collapsed stone pillar, and chuckled:

"You have a special expectation of her, why?"

"Because she deserves my expectations! The Light favored her, and so did death. ”

Tyrion whispered:

"Iriel's talent determines that sooner or later she will surpass all existing Darkblade Knights, and even surpass me, she is my ideal Death Knight, with subtle manipulation of energy, unparalleled war instincts, extreme fighting instincts, and most importantly, loyalty... Absolute loyalty as much as you do. ”

"But do you know that your beloved little knight sneaked out of the Dark Temple last night, she's hiding something from you, Tyrion, she's not like you ice-like dead, she has her own emotions, almost complete emotions... She will betray you! ”

Nasa said in a voice full of malice, almost gritting her teeth:

"The one you think is the most loyal, sooner or later one day will pierce you in the chest from behind..."

"There is a limit to self-hypnosis! Nassa, it looks like you've fallen into some kind of boring fantasy. ”

The Death Knight snorted: "It's been 2 days, have you done what you did?" I don't remember how ineffective the watchmen were! ”

"Cut, boring man!"

Nassa played with her fingers, her nails smeared red like blood, she reached out and stroked her long hair, and whispered:

"At the bottom of the Dark Temple, there is a collapsed passage to the outside world, and there is still some water in it, and those rats are hiding there, there are many of them, but they are weak in combat, and in my opinion, they are like a group of Draenei who have been twisted... Yes, they are similar in size to the Draenei, and it is unknown how they survived here. ”

Speaking of this, Nassa's tongue licked her plump lips, and a touch of chic evil rippled in the darkness:

"But their blood... It's delicious. ”

"Let Irel take those cannon fodder to capture them and bring their leader here, the Dark Temple is too big, I need some obedient minions..."

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While Tyrion was purging the Dark Temple, in the distant grasslands of Nagrand, the Great Chief Neozu finally saw the information he needed.

Washugu, known as the "Mountain of Souls" by the orcs, was once a sacred place for orc shamans, a silvery gray hill with a sparkling appearance like a jewel exposed to the sun, and around it, the spirits of the ancestors were very active, and every year more than a decade ago, the orcs would put aside their barriers and hold a grand ceremony called the "Keshhag Festival" in front of the holy land.

Unfortunately, the hidden inside story of the Holy Land is very cruel, and this secret has been hidden for many years, until now, it has been exposed to Naozu.

"Great Chief! It's holy and we can't..."

In front of the indifferent Naozu, the fearless Grom. Hellroar looked a little helpless, and the two of them were standing in front of the massive Soul Mountain of Voshugu, which had been forbidden by the orc shamans of their predecessors to disturb the peace of the ancestors.

But the news he received from Tyrion was so terrifying that Neozu finally made up his mind.

"Smash it open! Grommache, believe me, it's necessary! ”

Ignoring his weak body, the Great Chief personally grabbed a war hammer, took two steps forward, and slammed it into the wooden railing that blocked his progress, and Grom also raised a bloody roar when he saw this.

In less than 2 minutes, the road ahead was cleared, Naozu grabbed his staff, he took a deep breath, a touch of worry and stubbornness danced in his eyes, he glanced back at Grom, and whispered:

"You can stay here, Gromash, or come with me, I've been told that there's a real secret hidden inside the sacred Voshugu, about the survival of this world and the orc civilization, and I must go in and see! Even if you collide with the ancestors, you don't hesitate to do it! ”

The chief of the Warsong Clan is a true warrior, but for the ancestors, there is no need to say much about his inner worship, and seeing Neozu striding into the interior of the Soul Mountain, Grom gritted his teeth and followed in.

This passage to the interior of the sacred mountain does not seem to have been formed naturally, and for hundreds of years, the reverence for ancestors kept orcs from entering, and Neozu and Grom were about the first orcs to enter Voshugu.

"These drawings... How does it look like the Draenei technique? ”

A pulsing spark appeared in front of Naozu, the power of the elements illuminated the deep darkness for the two men, and Grom looked at the sides of the oval passage by the light of the fire, and on the non-iron and non-wood walls, he saw the weathered frescoes, and he asked in a low voice:

"Could it be that the Holy Mountain has something to do with the Draenei?"

Neozu didn't answer, everything around him made his will more and more cold, Tyrion was right, their holy mountain, sure enough, there were secrets hidden by the Draenei.

But the Great Chief didn't want Tyrion to tell him to come true, he almost forced himself to move forward, the world of orcs had reached the point of death, and in order to make up for the heinous sins he had committed, he had to see the secret with his own eyes!

The passage inside the Mountain of Souls was winding, and Neozu and Grom advanced in the darkness for nearly 10 minutes before they saw a strange light, and when they walked into the light, what they saw was a unique crystal and metal decoration of the Draenei, and inside the Holy Mountain, the light from the sun shone through the glass into this small space, and the reflected light made Neozu and Grom stunned at the same time.

They looked up and saw thousands of orc souls suspended in the air of this space, and in the center of these souls, there was a floating monster!

It was a monster filled with deep and cold darkness, it had no body, it was like an elemental creature, with an ever-changing body and two claw-like fingers, purple and black lightning surging on the surface of its body, making this small area strange and abnormal, the space was extremely fragile here, and every minute and every second a new soul was sucked into it.

And in the unconscious murmur of the monster, the light of the void danced in the air behind its shoulder, like a crown of darkness.

And what was most unacceptable to Neozu and Grom was that with the rhythm of the dark monster's breath, the orc souls suspended in the sky were sucked into the monster's body as if they were devoured.

It's like being eaten...

"Bang"

The staff of the Thousand Souls in Naozu's hand fell to the ground, and the last hope in his eyes had been shattered, as if his soul had been drained, leaving only a cold shell, and Grom, who stood beside him and was fearless of any opponent. Hell roared, and his whole body was even colder, and he had to rely on a tomahawk to support his body.

"Ancestors... Is our faith really a joke? ”