"Frankly, this is the first time I've heard that a situation like yours has come up in all the stories I've heard."

Sitting in his meditation room, surrounded by active darkness, the corners of this room are filled with all kinds of creepy decorations, like the abode of the evil mage in the story, Gul'dan has succeeded in revealing the evil within himself with his bad taste.

As a warlock, cruelty and cunning are always the best virtues, and if you add some greed for power, indifference to life, and completely bottomless behavior and the destruction of all human souls, then you can stand out from the crowd of warlocks.

And these "advantages", Gul'dan in front of him has all of them, and they are outstanding.

Even when he was talking to Tyrion, he was holding a glass of water carved out of a special skull, and the rippling green viscous suspicious liquid in it was obviously not water or wine, and God knows what kind of disgusting thing it was...

However, if you only look at the eyes, such a Gul'dan is actually acceptable, his dark red eyes are full of the pursuit of secrets, in fact, it is no different from a curious magic apprentice.

"Your Devouring Physique, your soul that can adapt to this body, and your extreme thirst for blood after death, and the rapid transformation of blood and death energy in your body... All of this makes me so curious, and after gaining insight into the world's biggest secret, your little secret also gives me a little fun, like... Dessert waiting for a big meal. ”

Gul'dan's eyes narrowed, he looked at Tyrion standing in the dark, coughed lightly, put down the glass of water in his hand, he looked at him:

"Aren't you going to satisfy my curiosity? Tyrion. Dawnblade..."

Facing the remodeler of his own life, Tyrion pondered in the dark for a moment, and finally, he whispered:

"I'd love to tell you, but secrets come at a price, Mr. Gul'dan, there's never a free secret. Not now, not at any time. ”

"Huh"

Gul'dan's intertwined fingers turned, and a small black soul stone appeared in the palm of his hand:

"So, you're bargaining with me?"

"Smack"

Red flames appeared in Gul'dan's hand, scorching the black soul stone, and the moment the flames licked the soul stone, Tyrion, who was standing in front of him, let out a suppressed cry of pain, he gritted his teeth, tried to support his fallen body with his hands, and his fingers slid across the table, sweeping everything on the table to the ground, making a clanging sound.

The burning pain of his soul made him lean against the cold wall behind him, and his fingers twisted on the stones, even scratching the blood marks out of it.

"Who do you think you are?"

The sacrificial fire in Gul'dan's hand vanished suddenly, and he looked up, and under the hood, his wrinkled, green, old face was covered with a vicious smile, which made the broken fangs on the left side of his mouth flutter:

"You think you're entitled to bargain with me?"

"Say, don't let yourself suffer too much..."

This was the first time that Tyrion had suffered from the burning pain of his soul since his resurrection as a Death Knight, and in the darkness, he looked at the soul stone in Guldan's hand, his eyes flashed, and after the soul pain had dissipated somewhat, he asked in a deep voice:

"What is this?"

"What else could it be?"

Gul'dan raised the black soul stone in his hand:

"No one knows where your soul will go after the death of the people in this world, but there will always be some broken pieces left on your corpse, this is the same in any world, spiritism can bring back your soul, but it is not complete, death... Stepping through the door of death, you have to leave something behind, don't you? ”

"And as a warlock, we just need to quietly move on your already crippled soul, like this!"

Gul'dan lifted the soul stone in his hand, and a flash of flame flew up the black stone, causing Tyrion to let out a suppressed cry of pain again, as if declaring his majesty, and the orc warlock laughed:

"You have to obey my commands, of course, I don't need your loyalty, Tyrion, I just want your obedience, so you want to humbend your knees? Or do you want to die a proud death? ”

"Enough! Put it down, I tell you! I'll tell you everything! ”

Tyrion shouted, causing Gul'dan to nod in satisfaction, and he picked up the cup again, shaking the viscous green liquid in the cup:

"Say, I'm listening."

"I am a High Elf, and I have lived in the extremely high concentration of magical air of Quel'Salas for 300 years, from birth to now..."

Tyrion rubbed his forehead, took a few steps forward with a slight shaking, and said in a hoarse voice:

"But in my parents' generation, and even their parents' generation, the powerful magic from the Sunwell is slowly transforming the body and soul of the High Elves, in the long 6,800 years, the High Elves' bodies have already undergone some kind of change, there is nothing abnormal in the environment of Quel'Thalas, but once we step out of that environment for too long, we will... It's going to be..."

Probably because of the pain of the previous flames, Tyrion's voice trembled a little, a little low, he said to the key point, the cup in Guldan's hand and the black soul stone were placed on the table, his body leaned forward, and asked in a deep voice:

"What will happen?"

"It's... Such! ”

Tyrion's face rose sharply at this moment, his dark blue eyes shone with blood-colored light, his right hand reached out, and the death energy in his body rushed out of his palm, the distance between him and Gul'dan was less than 5 meters, and the dark red energy was almost fleeting, smashing on Gul'dan's body.

As the strongest warlock in the world at the moment, the moment Tyrion stretched out his hand, Gul'dan's fingers jumped, and the demon skin, magic armor, shadow absorption enchantment, and soul extraction four protective magic were applied to himself, and in such a protective strength, it was enough to confront the human archmage head-on, not to mention a small death knight.

But to his surprise, the death energy that smashed into his chest was not lethal, and the moment it touched his body, the dark red death energy flowed strangely in reverse, just like the guiding action of the warlock's magic "soul sucking", but it was not acting on the soul... Rather, it acts on the body!

Death's Grip! The second Death Knight's signature skill that was "restored" by Tyrion for a short period of time.

"Huh"

This kind of attack that has never been seen in the world caught Guldan off guard for a while, and when he reacted, his body had already risen into the air, and he was caught and rushed towards the smiling Tyrion, Guldan's reaction was extremely fast, and with a flick of his hand, two huge bursting soul fires smashed on Tyrion's body.

But at the same time, Tyrion's fist wrapped in death energy also landed his cheek.

"Feel the pain you have inflicted on me! Chop Pieces! ”

"Bang"

Gul'dan's body was smashed back several steps by this punch, and the Tyrion in front of him was hit by the soul fire in the anger of the Grand Karcist, and his entire body was wrapped in purple flames, and slammed into the wall behind him, and the unparalleled impact made the entire meditation room shake violently, and a humanoid depression had appeared in the shattered wall.

"Poof"

Gul'dan turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, the broken fangs of which were so conspicuous that when he turned his head, the frostbite and fist marks on his cheeks beneath his torn hood were so mocking that the malevolent chieftain of the tyrannical clan looked a little embarrassed.

And he always had to hold his cane and stretch out, a storm of powerful evil energy swirling around his body, frantically corroding anything it touched, and his dark red eyes twitched with undisguised anger and viciousness.

At this time, where did Gul'dan still have the old appearance of the dragon clock before, he was clearly an orc in the prime of life! The weakness and old age he had before was all in disguise!

"Bang"

Gul'dan stretched out his hand, the violent magic pulsed in his fingertips, grabbing Tyrion's body embedded in the wall like a spider web, "ripping" him out of it, in the green light, the ranger's twisted body was lifted into the air, the bones of his body were shattered by two-thirds of the impact just now, if it weren't for his body dead, I'm afraid Tyrion would be dead again.

But Rao was so, and his soul was also weakened and dim by the scorching fire of his soul.

"You... Do you want to die like that? ”

Gul'dan stared at Tyrion, whose body was stretched in the green light swirling in the air, and a stream of cold blood ran down Tyryon's forehead, covering half of his face.

And in the face of Gul'dan's questioning with extreme killing intent, Tyrion grinned with difficulty:

"Just an orc... Still want to enslave my freedom? I have nothing left but it... Who do you think you are, you don't want to take it out of my hands! ”

"Hehe, hahahaha!"

Hearing this unceremonious speech, Gul'dan was not more angry, on the contrary, he let out a series of piercing laughter, and against the mouth that had already opened up, Gul'dan whispered:

"Another fool who thinks death is the end!"

His wrist flipped and the dark green light of his palm slowly turned into a fiery dark red flame that shone on Guldan's vicious face, and he whispered:

"Soon, soon you'll know, the unruly Tyrion... Death is not the end, it is only the beginning of your suffering! You will also know how tragic it is for a soul to fall into the hands of a warlock! ”

Gul'dan's fingers jumped, Tyrion's twisted body fell to the ground little by little, and his soul was pulled out of his body little by little, obviously, for Tyrion's adventure, Gul'dan no longer intended to leave this uncontrollable death knight.

But at this very moment...

"Bang"

The door of Gul'dan's meditation room was violently pushed open, and the sound made the furious Gul'dan suddenly startled, and his extended body shrank back suddenly, turning into the original appearance of the old dragon bell, and at this moment, a slightly strange accent sounded behind him:

"Oh, Gul'dan, my friend, don't be nervous, no one will reveal your little secret..."

"The premise is that you hand over this disobedient little knight to me..."