It was the first time Tyrion had touched another soul with his own soul.

After he became a Death Knight, the increasing death energy continued to nourish his body, and the dark power from the blasphemous seal also nourished his soul all the time.

In many cases, he would feel that the body could no longer withstand more death energy, like a water bottle filled with water, and if it was too much, it would burst the body, in which case he had to use the growing death energy to nourish the broken soul, which caused Tyrion's soul to become stronger and stronger.

Although at the moment of his death, a part of his soul was permanently left in the abyss of Azeroth, under the nourishment of darkness, the pain caused by the loss of his soul was being eliminated little by little, like a scab from a wound, which would no longer be his fatal wound.

Someday, Tyrion would go and retrieve the fragments of his soul and make himself whole again, but at least for now, in the face of the weakened soul of the Delaney woman in front of him, Tyrion invaded the soul with little effort.

In front of the Death Knight's eyes, the light beat and swept everything, and at the moment when the light dissipated, in front of his eyes, an illusory battlefield emerged, with lifelike shouts of killing, the sound of weapons colliding, and the wails of the wounded, the air that was sucked into the nostrils, all so scorched, full of the smell of blood, the vivid sense of being alive made the Death Knight a little difficult to adapt.

"Is this your most memorable memory?"

The Death Knight looked up, and the tall walls around him were filled with some kind of ornate architecture, dotted with all kinds of crystals and blue energy, and although it had completely changed, Tyrion could still tell that this was the Dark Temple of 10 years ago, the city of Carabo, the Draenei.

Before the eyes of the Death Knight, a woman in a white sacrificial robe was screaming and running away, her tail flicking behind her, representing her panicked state of mind, and behind her, several draenei children were running after her, the woman holding a golden priest's cane, and behind her, two orcs with hideous faces armed with weapons.

"Don't come here! Stay back! ”

Seeing that the pursuers behind her were getting closer and closer, the draenei woman turned sharply, clenched her staff in both hands, and stood dead in front of several frightened children.

Although there was still a trace of panic in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and called for strength in the face of the ferocious orc, and the next moment, a scorching holy light flew out of her palm, piercing the chest of an orc like a sharp arrow.

Between the splatters of blood, another orc was enraged, he roared and rushed towards the panicked woman, who was desperately protecting several children behind him, and when the orc's battle axe was cut down, a solid shield of holy light blocked the woman's eyes, with the wave of her fingers, after a coquettish shout, a condensed holy light warhammer fell from the sky, smashing the orc's head easily.

This scene made the corners of Tyrion's eyes twitch, judging from her panicked expression, this woman's combat experience was almost zero, but just the intensity of the holy light she wielded, it could be seen that this draenei woman in front of her was definitely not an ordinary person.

Coupled with the lines of holy light that appeared on this woman's forehead from time to time, her identity was revealed.

"You should be a Chosen Person of the Light..."

Tyrion pursed his lips, the Elector of the Light is a very important role in the group of the Draenei, this race is far more closely related to the Holy Light than the human paladins and the Holy Light, and they can even be called the Holy Light race, and among the Draenei, those who are favored by the Holy Light often choose to become priests or garrisons, which is the power system of the Draenei.

The Draenei woman in front of her should be the priest apprentice of the Carabo Temple, and judging from her connection with the Light, she definitely has a bright future.

"Sister, we're so scared."

After killing the orcs, the woman fell to her knees weakly, and several children hugged her and cried, apparently, the sudden invasion of the orcs had left the draenei defenseless, and Tyrion followed the perspective of this memory, outside the dark temple, tens of thousands of orcs roared and pounced on the draenei's hastily formed defense.

Farther away, Gul'dan and his Shadow Council are summoning demons with sinister spells, and the orcs are wielding massive siege weapons to attack the war-torn city in front of them, red-hot iron balls flying through the air and the outskirts of the city have become hell.

The steps of the Temple of Carabo were filled with Draenei garrisons in crystal-embellished armor, tall warriors wielding war hammers and heavy swords as they fought against the tide of orcs.

The Draenei are tall and powerful, and they are not inferior to the orcs, coupled with the large number of priests in the Carapo Temple, these priests who are skilled in mastering the skills of the Holy Light are constantly healing the injuries of the guards, coupled with the narrow entrance to the Carabord Temple, for a while, the Draenei relied on the number of disadvantages to block the attacks of the orcs.

And above them, on the large platform of the Carabo Temple, an old Draenei man wearing a red and white embellished robe, a white beard, and a strong holy light surging on his forehead held a staff, and at his call, a layer of holy light shield covering the entire Carabo temple was propped up, and the hellfire summoned by the warlocks smashed on the shield, and those demons were easily purified by the scorching holy light, and the magic thrown by the warlocks could only make the holy light shield ripple.

This old man with white hair and beard almost single-handedly blocked the bombardment of the orc warlocks.

"The prophet is with us..."

Seeing the golden shield of light held up above her head, the frail Delaney woman seemed to find some confidence, and she stood up and led the children into the upper level of the Carabo Temple, a huge square already filled with people who had taken refuge.

She stood at the edge of the square, with a hint of adoration, looking at the old man standing at the edge of the square, holding up the shield of the Holy Light, his no longer young body was like a wall, blocking all disasters in front of her, as long as he was there, Carabo would not fall.

"Praise your kindness, Lord Viren."

From Tyrion's point of view, he could clearly see the power of the prophet Viren, and the old Draenei in front of him was almost like the embodiment of the Holy Light, and when he summoned the power of the Holy Light, he was like a scorching sun, enough to purify all darkness.

This is definitely the most powerful mortal creature Tyrion has seen so far, and his mastery of the Holy Light has entered another realm, and the human Holy Light Grand Knight is like the difference between Firefly and Haoyue compared to him.

And the battle in front of him, just like the thoughts of this Delaney woman, as long as Viren is still there, the orcs will not want to break through Carabo's defenses, and in the Holy Light Barrier held up by the Prophet, the lines of the Holy Light Runes even appear on the armor of those garrisons, making them more brave and irresistible.

This is not only a defensive barrier, but also a strengthened barrier, and in the shroud of the Holy Light Barrier, those garrisons even launched a wave of counter-charges, driving out all the orcs who rushed up the ladder.

Of course, this is because the orcs have not yet drunk the blood of demons, and their strength and furious posture are far inferior to those of the orcs who invaded Azeroth.

"The Light protects the Draenei, and Carabo will not fall!"

The voice of the Prophet resounded in the square, inspiring his people, and at the call of the Prophet, the Draenei woman, who was the protagonist of the memory, also took up arms again, and stepped into the front line of the battlefield under the inspiration of the Holy Light, at this time, the vanguard of the orcs was on the verge of collapse.

"We're going to win!"

Tyrion heard the woman's muttering, and the Death Knight shook his head, these Draenei were brave enough, but alas, they still lost.

"Whew"

The moment the woman stepped into the battlefield, a strange whistling sounded in the sky, and as the woman raised her head, Tyrion's perspective also looked at the sky, where a faint light obscured the sun, like a dark star, and suddenly appeared in the sky.

She was terrified, she didn't know what it was, and deep down she felt an incomparable threat, instinctively urging her to flee, as if the next moment, the end would come, and she even heard the prophet's cry with a hint of fear.

"Nope! Carla! ”

"Boom"

Dark light fell from the sky, and from the woman's perspective, she saw the prophet remove the barrier, gather all the holy light forces together, turn into a golden pillar of light and smash into the sky, and collide with the dark pillar of light, the resulting shockwave even tore the sky, the dark and terrifying rift shone in the sky, and the distorted light shrouded the sky in an ominous gray.

The dark meteor fell on the heels of the dark light, but the Prophet's counterattack failed to break through the pillar of darkness, and in the terrified voices of the Draenei, the meteor fell from the sky and smashed into the center of the temple of Carabo.

"Boom"

The woman's body was blown up like a leaf in the wind, spinning in the air with difficulty, and finally slamming into the ground like a stone, the pain that made her mouth spurt blood, and she looked around in panic, the brave garrison and her comrades lay in the dark ruins, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and in her already faltering vision, the mad orcs brandished their weapons and rushed into the steps of the temple.

The woman felt that she was being rudely grabbed from the ground, she resisted desperately, and the next moment, a cold blade pierced her abdomen, and she was thrown into the ruins, and in the last twists and turns of her life, she saw the corpses in the ruins, the children, the children she protected, like broken dolls, had completely lost their young lives.

"No... No! ”

Despair enveloped all the woman's mind like a tide of darkness, and she looked up with difficulty, seeing the prophet fleeing from the ruins in a hurry under the escort of the garrison, and the back of Viren's departure shattered the woman's last hope, and at the moment when the darkness completely overwhelmed her soul, all the emotions in her heart burst out at this moment.

"Viren... Swindler! ”

"Buzz"

Tyrion's image turned, and the whole memory turned gray, like a black-and-white silent movie, and he saw the woman standing alone in front of a tombstone, it was the younger her, with tears in her eyes and her fingers sliding over the tombstone.

"Samara, I miss you so much..."

"No!"

Tyrion wanted to keep looking, but the dark energy he poured into the corpse filled the weak soul, making her go berserk, and an invisible push pushed Tyrion out of the woman's memory, and the Death Knight opened his eyes to see the Draenei woman sitting up from the sarcophagus.

Her dark red eyes still shone with the fear and hatred of her death, the weak incompetence made her very angry, she still retained the habit of life, trying to breathe, but soon she realized that it was a meaningless act for a dead person.

She raised her hand and subconsciously stroked the scar on her abdomen, under the effect of death energy, the wound had been slowly repaired, for this sudden resurrection, this Delaney woman was obviously still in a state of confusion, but in Tyrion's perception, he input the death energy in this corpse, and it had begun to rotate autonomously under the effect of instinct.

This surprised Tyrion at the talent of the woman in front of her, who was a former Chosen of Light, and her manipulation of energy was comparable to that of a veteran Death Knight like Luminas.

But Tyrion had one last question, he reached out and pulled the uncovered female draenei death knight out of the sarcophagus, the latter stood on the ground, staggered, half-kneeled on the ground, Tyrion crouched down, stretched out his fingers, lifted the woman's chin, he looked at the dark red eyes full of confusion, he asked in a low voice:

"So, tell me, knight, who the hell are you?"

The memories of the resurrected Death Knight were confusing, but since she was resurrected with the help of Tyrion's death energy, she had a natural sense of dependence on the elven death knight in front of her, and this question made her eyes blink, and after a moment, she rubbed her forehead and replied in a hoarse voice.

"I... If I'm not mistaken, my name is... My name is Iriel. ”