The so-called obsession is actually very easy to understand, you can see it as a wish, you can see it as a dream, as something you want to get.

For the living, obsession is constantly changing, because people's desires are endless, you get what you want, you will desire another thing, the so-called desire is unquenchable, it refers to this kind of behavior.

But for the dead, obsession is a very important thing... It's even more important than anything else.

"Death is a concept, Glokush..."

In the middle of the night, Tyrion, who had finally been freed, was in a good mood, and he sat down in his own tent, and said to his knights:

"In the months I've been a Death Knight, I've felt more and more this concept, it's all around you and me, and it's within reach!"

"Buzz"

A cloud of dark red death energy surged in Tyryon's palm, and he placed it in front of Glokush's eyes:

"The body is dead, but the soul lives, because of the existence of the soul, the dead body can move again, but the concept of death brings a new change to the body. We no longer need to breathe, we begin to hate light, we become close to darkness, we no longer need to eat, we no longer need to drink, our way of life is completely opposed to that of the living! A steady stream of vitality is born in the body of a living person..."

"And in our body, there is a constant breeding of the power that belongs to death, which I call the death energy, or the death spiritual power, the opposite of the life force! That's where our strength comes from! ”

Tyrion looked at his apprentice, his ice-blue eyes did not have much warmth, and he whispered:

"You have to learn to control this power, just as you learned to control the anger of your warriors in your lifetime! It's not difficult at all! ”

"Boom"

Grokush followed Tyrion's example and extracted the death spirit power from his body, but as a former warrior, he was not good at manipulating energy, so after a while, the death spirit power that lingered in Glokush's palm exploded, corroding his steel hand armor to the core.

"Nope! Tyrion, it's hard! ”

The Death Knight recruit took off his broken handarmor and said with some headaches:

"Every time I let my will control it, things get really bad... It doesn't listen to me at all! It's like it's against me! And those memories in my mind, they haunt me like ghosts, can you understand? Tyrion! It's like a living person dreaming, and as soon as I close my eyes now, those memories pop up... They remind me of when I was alive. ”

Glokush's tone suddenly became irritable:

"The good air, the delicious meat, the taste of the wine! The smell was so real that every time I woke up, I hated this dead body even more!! ”

"I can't breathe, I don't eat meat with a little taste, I drink like water! It's torturing me! Death is not the beginning at all! This resurrection is torture! ”

"Ahh

Grokush stood up abruptly, his fists clenched, his gray eyes twinkling and began to glow with a dark red glow, and the body of the Death Knight Apprentice trembled.

The instinctive anger of his soul made the souls of his dead body irritable, and the instinct that originated from death drove him to hate everything around him, to hate life, and to hate, to give birth to violence and destruction!

He's going to get lost! This orc is going to be lost in the void of death.

Tyrion calmly looked at his soon-to-be-lost apprentice, this is the daily life of a Death Knight, even the mighty Tallon. Bloodseeker is no exception... And Tyrion himself had such a bad experience.

In the uncontrollable fury of death, he tore the bodies of seven Death Knight recruits with his own hands, and sucked the blood of three young orc psychics. Bloodfiend has issued a new order, and every gifted Death Knight recruit must follow the old knight until he can control his destructive desires to a limited extent.

"Enough! You have to learn to suppress your desires! ”

Tyrion said in a deep voice, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Glokush who was holding his head in front of him and roaring, the changing frost runes danced at his fingertips, and in the next second, thick and cold death spiritual power erupted from his fingertips, like a heavy chain, binding Glokush in front of him.

As Tyrion continued to input death spiritual power, Glokush's body was frozen in place little by little, like a real, crystal clear, frozen ice sculpture.

"Lust is not something that the dead should have! It will only make you miserable! ”

Tyrion stood up and looked at the frozen Glokush, the Death Knight would not die of frostbite, so this ice sculpture was just a little lesson that Tyrion had taught him.

"The desire to eat meat, the desire to drink, the desire to breathe... What you can't get will breed resentment, and no one will pay attention to the resentment of the dead, and that resentment will be blessed on you, and eventually, this resentment will destroy you! ”

Tyrion clenched his fists:

"Don't think about things that only the living think! Accept yourself as you are, you're dead! ”

"Smack"

Grokush shattered the ice around him with brute force, he fell to his knees panting on the ground, the harsh ice just now brought his sanity back, he raised his head, his face was still with ice slag, he looked at Tyrion, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes:

"But it's too painful... I've had enough! Come on, kill me, and put an end to this! ”

"Is that how you want to die?"

Tyrion crouched down and looked at Glokush in front of him, his blue eyes like ice cubes:

"Then why not end your second life yourself?"

Glokush didn't answer, and Tyrion's questioning didn't end either:

"There's still something you want to do, right? Otherwise you won't accept Talon. The Bloodfiend's conscription, awakened from the eternal sleep of death... If you haven't done what you want to do, are you really willing to die again? I also know you were awakened in the Blackstone Tower Graveyard... Tell me! Glokush, my servant, who the hell are you! ”

"You still want to know my secret?"

For the first time, Glokush looked Tyrion in the eye, and finally, in the extreme exhaustion of his soul, he no longer hid it:

"Well, I'm the Black Hand, Blackhan, who was killed by Orgrim's own hands, the former Great Chief, you guessed it... Tallon. The Warlock under the command of the Blood Demon did not know this, he thought that I was just an ordinary orc warrior, I did not want to die like this, I wanted to kill Gul'dan who abandoned me, and then watch my two sons grow up! ”

"You know it all... Now, kill me! Relieve me! ”

"No wonder you're so different..."

A hint of clarity flashed in Tyrion's eyes, the resurrected Death Knight often inherits some of the abilities before his death, Glokush's pure strength and combat skills are too strong, so strong that he is not at all like an ordinary orc, and most importantly, unlike other dull death knights, this guy's intelligence is also a little active and abnormal.

But this cunning guy had been hiding this, and it wasn't until the last time he and Tyrion went to scout in the hills, and Tyrion saw Glokush tear apart 6 human soldiers in less than 10 minutes with brute force, that he really began to suspect this wooden knight apprentice.

And the truth of the facts also proves Tyrion's guess.

"Don't you hate Orgrim?"

Tyrion asked curiously, "He killed you with his own hands." ”

"Why hate?"

Glokush shrugged his shoulders, a flash of calm in his gray eyes:

"I was killed in the holy Maggorari, I died like a real orc chieftain, and in the 1 year that Orgrim took over the tribe, he did what I couldn't do in 4 years, he was stronger than me, more suitable to be a chief than me, I won't deny that."

"And after death, after I had completely calmed down, I thought a lot, and I realized, Guldan! Gul'dan is behind it all! ”

He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice:

"He ruined my world, and he almost ruined the tribe. I have done too many wrong things in the first half of my life, and I have destroyed with my own hands the clan and the world I once swore to protect, and therefore, I will kill him! This is the salvation I must make! That's what I wish I could do the most! ”

"But this body! This human body! ”

Grokush looked at his human hands, and he shook his head:

"It's so weak, I can't even beat you now... All Gul'dan had to do was hook his fingers, and I would have died on the spot. ”

"It would make me sad for you to say that, although I am indeed weak."

Tyrion's face turned indifferent, and he looked at Blackhan, who had completely revealed his secret. Black hand, he shook his head:

"But that's why you and I have to learn these things, you and I have to learn to accept new powers, and as for the body, if you hate humans, I can help you change an orc body if necessary, but it won't change anything..."

"Listen to me, Black Hand, now that you've told me your secret, then we can trust each other, and I'm telling you that the Death Knight has much more potential than that."

With that, Glokush looked up, and he saw the glint in Tyrion's eyes, and he sat up straight.

"Talon. The kind of transformation of the Blood Fiend is just a defective product of failure! A resurrection like yours is, in my opinion, a failure! He didn't realize what kind of horrible things we could do with the death spirit power in our bodies! ”

Tyrion coughed lightly, and he whispered:

"Think about it, the swords and magic of the living cannot destroy our existence, when we wave our hands, the plague of death that infects everything will easily envelop a town, envelop an army, and when they have gone through the pain and died a tragic death, they will be awakened by us again and used by us!"

"It doesn't matter who is standing in front of us! No matter how terrible those enemies are, their numbers will dwindle and smaller, and we! Our army will only grow! ”

"For every one of them dies, we have one more! If they are weakened by one point, we will gain by one point! ”

"By the time we take command of all souls, we'll be able to... Oppress sentient beings! ”

A dim glow lit up on Tyrion's fingertips, as if he was holding an infinite future, and he looked at Glokush in front of him. The Black Hand, he asked softly:

"By that time, tell me, the black hand... What is it in front of you? ”

This description of the future did not make the black hand excited, after all, he was the one who had been the Great Chief, and he looked at Tyrion suspiciously:

"You... Can you do that? ”

"I can't do it alone! Our organization is just getting started! ”

Tyrion said frankly:

"That's why I need you, not only you, I need more people to join it, our organization is young, but young is energetic, energetic, ready to start aggressive expansion at any time... Of course, that's for later, anyway..."

The ranger stretched out his hand towards the former Great Chief: "Give me a promise, do you want to join?" You should be honored to be the first person I invited! ”

"What if I say no?"

Grokush looked at Tyrion, whose hand had grasped the sword behind his back, and his tone became cold:

"It's a pity, then, that your second life can only end here, and a traitor is more hated than an enemy, isn't it?"

"Then I have a question, Tyrion!"

The black-handed human face showed a hint of seriousness, and he asked in a deep voice:

"I don't know yet, why you're doing all this, I mean keeping a low profile in the Death Knights for months, secretly looking for like-minded people, obviously, you have a big plan!"

"Does it matter?"

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, "You see, in these bad times, it doesn't matter what I think in my heart, what matters is what I can bring to you. ”

"No, what I value more than what you do is your starting point!"

The black hand looked resolute: "I have already met one Guldan, I don't want to meet a second one, it's as simple as that!" ”

"Well, if you have to know."

Tyrion stood up, he wasn't going to hide it, the secret was piled up in his heart, and he really needed someone to talk to, and if this kind of confession could bring him an ally, it would be worth it!

So a moment later, Tyrion whispered:

"I'm a High Elf, I'm ordinary, in this day and age, I'm an insignificant victim of war, and until the moment of death, I still believe that I shouldn't touch my fate, and I'm wise to protect my life... But I ended up dying, quietly, at the hands of someone who might well become a hero in the future, and died a trivial death..."

"But I know very well what caused my death! Living carefully in a strange world, keeping my little secrets, I have lived like this for 300 years! I've lived enough of this life! ”

"Why did the orcs invade this world, what is behind your invasion that is causing all this, what do the real big men who are high up want to do, what they can do, what they will do, I know better than anyone that I should have been the greatest prophet in this world, but I didn't... Luckily, fate gave me another chance... So I wanted to go the other way. ”

He looked at the black hands, and he spread out his arms, and in those ice-blue eyes, Tyrion sparkled. Dawnblade is as rampant and insane as ever:

"Death changed me, the Black Hand, and it awakened the wildest longing in my heart... I'm going to raise an army and kill everything that shouldn't exist! Whether it's good or evil! I want this unfair world to be filled with blood and the justice of death, step by step up the ladder of dead bones, and finally stand in front of those arrogant masterminds..."

"The sword I am going to use asks them, what do they think about my death? Why was it me who died because of their conspiracy, and were they ready to apologize to me and bear my wrath. ”

Tyrion's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, his fists clenched, and the palm of his hand wrapped around the spiritual power of death seemed to hold the whole world:

"Yes, that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to deal with this disgusting fate... Wrestle your wrists! ”

"That's my obsession!"

"Now, tell me! To join, or to die? ”