Orgrim authorized Tyrion to create a new Death Knight organization, a move that was a bit puzzling at this moment.

Despite his use of the capture of Quel'Thalas as a reason, Tyrion knew that Orgrim was not a man of lofty ambitions, perhaps because he was aware of Talon. The Bloodfiend's tail is too big to fall, perhaps because he desperately needs more Death Knights to win for the Horde, but he doesn't worry about Talon. Bloodseeker.

The superiors always like to play this kind of game of division and support, mutual checks and balances, and the feeling of being a chess piece is somewhat unpleasant, but considering the current battle situation faced by the tribe, this hand of the great chief is really quite beautiful.

Not only can it suppress the increasingly arrogant Talon. The Blood Demon, just like he once suppressed Gul'dan, can also easily strengthen the strength of the tribe, but Orgrim. One thing Doomhammer has made clear, he just gave Tyrion a promise if he can't prove himself to be better than Taron. The Blood Demon is stronger, so everything I said before can only be nullified.

For Tyrion, the things he planned to do, even if it was just to explore Medivan's Mage Tower, must be as much power as possible, at least at this moment, his cooperation with Orgrim was nothing to lose for him.

Anyway, after the original plan left the tribe, he was also waiting for an opportunity to strengthen the power at hand, rather than becoming a weak third party in the wild, it was better to stick close to the big tree of the tribe, at least before it was defeated, no matter what Tyrion planned to do, there would be a tall man to carry it for him.

"So you promised him that?"

With a quill in his hand, Grokush whispered as he carved dark and complex runes on the corpse in front of him at Tyrion's request:

"Didn't you think about it, in case your challenge fails, Talon. When Bloodseeker wants to kill you, will Orgrim stand up for you? You're not Talon's opponent yet, are you? ”

Tyrion's fingers caressed Serent's already cold cheek, he looked at his former subordinates, there was no emotion in his ice-blue eyes, and he whispered:

"In the case of an all-out outbreak, it is estimated that it will be able to break out in Talon. Hold on for 10 minutes in front of the Blood Fiend... It's a bit of a hanger to win, and if he summons demons to help him fight despite Orgrim's ban, I might not even be able to survive for 5 minutes... But who said I'm going to go head-to-head with him? ”

"There's more than one way to prove that I'm better than him, right? And, before the challenge even begins, you're already thinking about what to do if you lose, it's really a loser's mindset, no wonder you get your head smashed by Orgrim..."

This wave of cold taunts made Glokush snort, as Tyrion's only collaborator at the moment, the two were basically tied together, and although Tyrion was full of confidence, he always hesitated.

"By the way, I also got you the body of an orc warrior."

Tyrion used the metal sutures in his hand to re-secure Serent's broken tibia, and in the dark forest far from the camp, he whispered:

"This request has provoked Orgrim's bottom line, although he hides it well, but I know that if I fail, even if the Blood Demon lets me go, he will not hesitate to kill me, so we can't lose... The great goal didn't even take the first step, and it would be extremely disappointing if he died such a humble death. ”

This sentence caused Glokush's fingers to stop, and after a moment he whispered:

"You don't have to, and the human body isn't intolerable."

"Since it's a request, why don't you mention more, what's more, with your fighting style, the human knight's body does limit you too much."

Tyrion severed the wire in his hand with his dagger, he took a step back, and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the corpse that the two men in front of him had worked together.

Ranger captain Celent who was strangled to death by his own hands. Firewing's body was not covered with a single strand of psychic runes from the Shadowmoon Clan in his cold joints, and on the ground beneath him, Tyrion had drawn a standard psychic circle with his own hands, and some of the Warlocks of the Shadow Council had improved on it.

The memories left by Durag the Ruler and the old orc psychic to Tyrion became the most valuable knowledge in this moment, and also gave him the ability to form his own team, and he wanted to form a Bitaron in his own way. Bloodseeker's second-rate army, a more powerful army of Death Knights.

A true Death Knights!

"I'm actually being pressed and beaten by the cans of glittering holy light... What a shame! ”

Tyrion spread his arms, and behind him, Glokush clenched his runic weapon, looking around warily to make sure the ritual of resurrection of the dead would not be disturbed.

"Buzz"

Dark red death energy surged out from Tyrion's palm, like some mysterious energy, seeping into Serent's cold corpse little by little, and the infusion of death energy also caused the psychic circle under this corpse to be ignited, and the dark red ominous light danced on this corpse.

After death, the body of living beings will be accompanied by the passage of time, naturally filled with death energy, if no one interferes, this energy will make the corpse decay, weather, and eventually let the bones turn into ashes, which is part of the cycle of life.

But if an outside force intervenes to reawaken the soul that has already died, then the cold, corrosive energy of death will become the energy that carries the corpse's action.

This is how necrons are born, in fact, before the appearance of the Death Knight, both Draenor and Azeroth, there were dead creatures similar to ghosts, and unlike the Death Knights, they were naturally generated.

The death energy flowing in Serent's body was calm, because no soul was active enough to mobilize it, but after the psychic circle was activated, Serent's dead soul was awakened by the strange power, and Tyrion used his own death energy to resonate with the death energy in Serent's body.

From both the soul and the body, the resurrection of the deceased is achieved at the same time, and there is no rejection of one's own soul and one's own body.

White frost, crimson blood, dark green evil, three runes representing different powers transformed back and forth in Tyrion's hands, like alum thrown into the water, making the calm death energy boil quickly.

After a minute, he withdrew his death force and took a step back, looking at his former companion in front of him.

Celent. Firewing's corpse trembled strangely, struggling at the same time on the physical and spiritual levels, as if it was about to wake up from its long sleep, and as this tremor became more and more intense, the power of death scattered on Selent's corpse became more and more active, completely breaking the silence of the forest and making Glokush, who was in charge of guarding, sweat.

Three minutes later, Celent opened his eyes.

His once green eyes have become as gray as Glokush, like hoarfrost falling into the earth, crossing death, there is always something left behind, after waking up, the ranger did not act immediately, on the contrary, he was as quiet as an ice cube, lying naked on the soil of the forest, little by little accepting the reality of his resurrection.

This process is the most important thing, and Tyrion knows that not every life can accept the reality of the resurrection of the dead, and once the awakened soul rejects this awakening, it will re-enter its eternal sleep after the resurrection, and will never accept a second awakening, which means that everything they have done is in vain.

"I... Am I alive? ”

In the forest, which had fallen silent again, Celent uttered the first voice of his second life, as hoarse and unpleasant as Tyrion, like a collision of ice cubes, completely losing the grace of an elf.

"You didn't come back to life... You're dead, and now you're just getting a second chance. ”

Tyrion whispered, "Welcome to us, brother!" ”

"You!"

"Bang"

Tyrion's reaction to Tyrion's emotionless welcome was to roll over and smash his fist on the cheek, turning Tyrion's face outward, clutching Tyrion's collar tightly, the kind of violent mood swings that didn't look like an emotionless necromancer at all.

"You killed them! You killed me! You killed your former brother! You disgusting butcher! You betrayed..."

There was a certain emotion in Serent's dark eyes, which made his eyes shine with a bright red luster, and in the face of this questioning, Tyrion turned his head casually, looking at Serent in front of him, his eyes did not fluctuate, and he whispered:

"Who have I betrayed? Quel'Salas? Aurelia? The Windranger family? Or are you? ”

"Bang"

His hands in cold black armor clasped Serent's wrists, and little by little, he pressed Serent's fist off his collar, soaking in death energy for a long time, allowing Tyrion to gain new strength from death, which is by no means comparable to the newly resurrected Serent.

"I didn't betray anyone... Serent, you have also returned from death, and tell me that when I say the word Quel'Thalas, do you still have the unparalleled loyalty you once had? Are you still willing to give everything for it? ”

Serent's expression froze, and at the sight of this scene, Tyrion let out a low laugh:

"Now, you know how I feel... Even if you frantically tell yourself that you should remain true to the past, but in reality? ”

"Your loyalty, your bravery, your faith, your past... They have all been taken away by death! After stripping away those consciousnesses that life has imposed on us, you are truly free, Serent... It's time for you to submit to your true self. ”

"Here!"

His finger was on Serente's bare chest, and he whispered:

"There is no longer a heart burning with hope here, you, I... We all have such a cold heart, look at the past rationally, my brother, it's time to live purely, maybe it's hard at first, but believe me, it's not a bad thing. ”

Silent didn't argue with Tyrion, because there was no need to argue, what Tyrion said was true.

After truly readjusting to his body, he found that he had lost everything that had sustained him to where he was now, whether it was hope, happiness, hatred, sadness, and when memories of the past came to mind, he was like an indifferent third party, watching other people's stories,

The things that once moved him, the things that once made him angry, have lost their original meaning.

Even the fact that he was killed by Tyrion himself became insignificant.

Death is like a cold dividing line, separating the past and the present with ease, and the chasm in it is like an abyss of indifference, which cannot be crossed at all.

"You're confused."

Tyrion's voice sounded again, awakening the wandering Celent, making his dark eyes refocus, he took two steps back, the expression on his face calmed, he looked at Tyrion, and after a moment, he nodded:

"Yes, I'm confused, I'm empty... Me, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, and I don't know why you're waking me up? But this feeling is terrible, I don't like it! So, can you kill me again and bring me back to silence? ”

"Unfortunately, no! You're more important than you think! ”

Tyrion spread out his hands and said to Serent:

"If you don't know what to use to support your resuscitation... Very good, then let me find you one! ”

"Think of those dead brothers, the Silent, the prisoner-of-war camp in the hills of Hillsbrad, the brothers who were slaughtered that night! Do you really think it was the orcs who killed them? No! No! Crossing Death has shown us a lot, and I've seen the shadows behind the orcs, the people behind the orcs that drove them into our world and made a mess of it! ”

"It's them... Their hands are also stained with unwashed blood! ”

"Since we are destined for revenge... Why not be thorough? Why not go crazy? ”

"Smack"

Tyrion's armor pressed against Serent's shoulder, and he lowered his voice:

"After killing all the orcs, we can still carry the sword full of blood, and go to the bastards who are high up and use our lives as pawns, and that's what I'm going to do... Do you want to come along? When we're done with all this, I can even give you my own life, Serrent, I'll kill you, and when it's all over, I'll give you back my life! ”

"But until then, because of our common goal... You're going to help me! ”

This statement made Celent a little dazed, but after thinking about it repeatedly, he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he raised his head, looked at Tyrion, and finally, he nodded:

"I want to see the proof, Tyrion, I can't trust you anymore... If what you say is true, I'm willing to take revenge with you! If you're lying to me..."

A dark red light skipped in his eyes:

"I'll kill you! I promise! ”

"Excellent! My brother, let's do what needs to be done! ”

Tyrion shrugged, snapped his fingers, and Glokush, who was standing on the side, dragged out a complete elven ranger's corpse from the forest, Tyrion picked up the boning knife and sutures again, and turned his head to look at Serent, who was standing on the side:

"Go get dressed, you're just dead and you don't like naked. The metamorphosis of the body..."

"Then come and help! There's so much more to do! ”