The next morning, Tyrion stood at the top of the dead hellfire fortress, and as he watched, the Draenei ship roared like a red jewel suspended in the sky, and soon disappeared into the sky.

Rogrio stood beside him, and unlike Tyrion who was staring at the sky, Rog's gaze remained on the cage at the bottom of the Hellfire Fortress, and he whispered:

"What's the use of these demons? Haven't you already done experiments? ”

The Death Knight asked, puzzled, "The souls of these demons have fled back to the Twisted Void, and their bodies have been infected by evil powers, and they cannot be recruited. ”

"Of course I know that demons can't turn into necromancy, there are many options for their lives, but death is not an option for them, I want these demons to have other uses, follow me, Rogge, you will soon see our latest research."

Tyrion waved his chin at Roglio and motioned for him to follow, and the two of them walked side by side on the path to the lowest level of the cage, and in silence, the Lord of the Darkblade asked in a low voice:

"How? What were the results of the investigation? ”

Roglio's eyes flashed, and he lowered his voice:

"He's weak, and it seems that the Draenei were able to defeat the demons because of certain sacrifices, but even in the case of extreme weakness, when shaking hands with him, I could still feel the death energy trembling in my body, and it was certain that he might have some hole cards in his hand."

"Is that so?"

Tyrion shook his head regretfully, "It's a shame that we lost one of our best opportunities. ”

"So, you never gave up on making that terrifyingly powerful prophet one of us?"

Roglio squinted his eyes and said:

"That's a little crazy, isn't it? In the slightest miss, the light that erupts from him is enough to burn any Death Knight to ashes! ”

"The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow behind it."

The High Lord of the Death Knight waved his finger in the darkness, and the tightly closed door in front of him slowly opened, and as he stepped through the strange smell, Tyrion whispered:

"Imagine how much the Light favors Viren, and once he falls to death, I will instantly gain enough power to sweep through both worlds, Bronze Dragon? Demon? Oh, Death Knight Viren or the Great Lich Viren, he'll easily crush each one of them's throats, alas... In a short period of time, it is estimated that it will be difficult to find such a good opportunity. ”

"I think we should focus more on the things that are easy to achieve."

Probably slightly shocked by Tyrion's fantasy, after a moment, Roglio spoke dryly:

"For example, find a way to open the great tomb under Teredor, as far as I saw last night, there are at least a thousand warriors buried in the fight against demons, as well as countless civilians, if we can get there, we can have an extra legion in an instant!"

"There's no rush there!"

Tyrion waved his hand, he stopped, and looked back at Rog:

"In Shattrath City, Viren told me that we are not allowed to recruit the Draenei Death Knight as long as he is still in Draenor, and since we can't confront this powerful prophet head-on, there is only one thing that matters to us!"

A dark flash flashed in the Death Knight's eyes:

"Find a way to get Viren out of Draenor... Or, send it out! Don't worry, Rogge, I'm already figuring out how to move this forward, and maybe we'll see when the war is over. ”

"Bang la la"

Another heavy steel gate was pulled by the mechanism and rose in front of the two men, and here was the large cage at the bottom of the Hellfire Fortress, and the moment he stepped into the cage, Rog heard a loud vibration and roar from the ground.

"Mouse! Mouse! My blood is mine..."

It was a roar shouted in jerky orc language, low and full of noise, and the death knight took a thousand steps, lying on the railing and looking down, he could see that in the ring at the bottom, the huge magic drawn from the ground filled the violet seal circle painted on the ground, and in the giant circle, it was the abyss lord sent from Tyredor.

The giant demon's entire body was wrapped with purple light, like a scorching cable of light, binding it to the circle, and at the edge of the circle, dozens of crow warlocks with dark magic all over their bodies worked together to maintain the operation of the circle.

Blood mage Ottem stood in front of the Abyss Lord Matheriton, he shook his fingers, and streams of scorching dark green blood, hot liquid like magma, burst out from the Abyss Lord's wounds, wrapped around his fingers, and then quickly packed into closed containers.

This process is obviously not pleasant, and even a thick-skinned demon will feel extreme pain when it is forcibly extracted from blood.

Seeing Tyrion and Roglio walking down the stairs, the busy Blood Mage greeted them coldly.

Unlike the sociable Severn, the young blood mage Ottem's personality tends to be more of a mage in the traditional sense, cold, focused, and doesn't care much about things in the outside world.

"Where's Severn?"

Tyrion looked around and asked, "Isn't he supposed to be here with you to study the mysteries of demonic blood?" ”

Faced with this question, the cold Autumn replied without raising his head:

"He went to the Aranka Peak Forest, and the demon attack accidentally destroyed some areas of the Aranka Peak Forest, and the excavation site north of Tongtian Peak was also severely damaged, but it is said that the Ravens found something very important from the ruins, so Severn rushed there to check it out."

The news caused Tyrion to raise an eyebrow, a glint of joy shining in his eyes, but soon, he returned his gaze to the blood mage in front of him, and he asked:

"So, how's the research on demon blood going?"

Speaking of his work, Oldem looked up as if he had changed his head, rubbed his eyes, and said to Tyrion and Rog:

"I've experimented with the cooled blood left behind by Argona, inoculating the walking corpses, undead infantry, and junior knights, and the results... How to say it. ”

Autumnm tried to describe his experiment in one word, but eventually, he reached out and snapped his fingers, and said to the two men:

"You'd better see for yourselves."

As he spoke, at the call of the Blood Mage, an orc walking corpse with no intelligence, an undead infantry with weak intelligence, and a low-level death knight wearing armor stood in front of Tyrion, and Oldem picked up three bottles of potions from the table and threw them to the three undead in front of him, explaining to the High Lord and Rogge:

"This is a primary demon blood potion that has been diluted 10 times, and with their physical activity, they can't withstand undiluted pure demon blood."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the three undead in front of him, and gave the order coldly:

"Drink it!"

The three different undead obeyed the order, and the unintelligent walking corpse stiffly drank the potion, the undead infantry moved more skillfully, and the lower death knight hesitated, but under Tyrion's gaze, he still drank the cyan potion.

A few seconds later, the three undead reacted at the same time.

The muscles of the weakest walking corpse's whole body began to surge, as if the body was forcibly pulled up by a palm, its originally dim eyes also turned red, and the fragile body was fighting, Tyrion could clearly feel that the faint death energy in the body of this walking corpse was stimulated by the power contained in the demon blood, and it was rampage in the body of the walking corpse.

If it weren't for the coercion from the high-level undead that made it unable to act, it would probably have destroyed everything in front of it in a rage.

The situation of the undead infantry is similar to that of the walking corpse, its body is also strengthened, the death energy in its body is agitated, but its slightly intact soul has not become chaotic because of this, it can be seen that under the stimulation of demon blood, it can still control its weak intelligence, instead of being dominated by the crazy desire for destruction like the brainless walking corpse.

As for the lower-level Death Knight, his condition was the most stable, his body was strengthened by demonic blood and his muscles swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his intact soul was enough to suppress the restlessness of his internal energy, and he still maintained his sobriety, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, but he quickly regained his calm.

This continued until 5 minutes later, when the reinforcement time was over, and the brainless walking corpse made a clicking vibration, and then it seemed to have lost all support and collapsed to the ground, its weak soul having dissipated.

The situation of the undead infantry was better, but it had become noticeably weaker, while the lower Death Knights were not affected at all.

"So, you saw it too."

Oldem spread his hands and said to Tyrion and Roglio:

"Drinking demon blood will stimulate the body and soul at the same time, the mutation of the orcs after drinking the demon blood fully illustrates this, and there is only one factor that limits this enhancement effect, that is, the activity of the body, after death, the death energy nourishes the body of the undead, so that our body still maintains enough activity, but compared to the living, our tolerance for demon blood is obviously much lower."

"The walking corpse simply cannot withstand this kind of stimulation, even a diluted potion, it will make them go crazy, and then after the physical activity and soul integrity are completely destroyed, they will "die" again! ”

The Blood Mage accentuated his voice:

"Forever dead, cannot be called again."

"Yes"

After watching this scene in its entirety, Roglio stepped forward and looked at the undead **** moment, he said in a deep voice:

"The undead infantry's body activity and soul strength are stronger than those of the walking corpses, so they can actually withstand the strengthening of demon blood repeatedly, right?"

"Yes!"

Autumnm nodded:

"Theoretically, this is true, but the premise is that they can't drink demon blood too often, on the one hand, it will quickly consume the body activity of the undead infantry, and they will not be nourished by the death energy, and after a maximum of 3-5 times, they will also die, but if they adapt to this stimulus, there is a small chance that they will mutate... It's like an orc who has drunk demon blood, getting stronger and more irritable! ”

"Smack"

A snap of the fingers sounded, and a twisted figure stood up from the corner of the cage, and under the order of Oldem, walked in front of Tyrion and Roglio, it was a Delaney undead infantryman, but at this time its skin had turned pale green, and on both arms and shoulders, there were black bone spurs on its back, and there were faint bone spurs on its fists, the muscles were very developed, and the strength of the soul was stronger than that of ordinary undead infantrymen.

But its soul is grumpy... It takes a little effort to control.

"This is the only one of the 50 test subjects I had survived last night!"

The blood mage looked at the mutated undead infantry in front of him with a look at the guinea pig, and he whispered:

"It withstood 7 enhancements of dilution potions, and then it became what it is now, not only was it not defeated by the side effects of demon blood, but it became stronger, I call it... Demon Blood Infantry! ”

“50:1？”

Tyrion looked at the strange undead infantry in front of him, and finally he nodded, "Very good results, I can accept this ratio!" ”

"And that's not the end result! My lord. ”

Oldm casually picked up a small vial of viscous dark green liquid from the table, added something strange to it, and let the liquid boil again, like boiling water, he handed the cup to the silent junior knight:

"Drink it! Knight... If you're lucky enough, you'll get stronger! Will break through the shackles that limit you and become a noble high-ranking knight! ”

Oldem did not tell the result of the defeat of the cunning blood mage who was kind to the lower knights, in fact, there is no need to say more, the fate of the brainless walking corpse who has completely died and began to emit the smell of corpses has already said it all.

But the Death Knight already has his own will, and he is very hesitant to face this choice.

Tyrion looked at the junior knight, a glint of anticipation flashed in his eyes, and he whispered:

"Drink, knight, break through all shackles under my gaze..."

"This is your destined fate..."