"Dangchang"

The empty crystal cup smashed on the ground, and the remaining trace of demonic blood stained the ground, corroding the solid stone slab into a black mark.

The lower knight who had drunk the pure demonic blood felt as if he had drunk a mouthful of pulsing lava, and the burning sensation ran down his throat all the way into his stomach, which had lost its meaning of existence, and approached, the explosive ferocity of violence frantically filling every muscle of his body.

"Ahhh

The Death Knight let out a cry of pain, and he curled up and fell to the ground, rolling like a thousand blades, every bone as if it had been scraped by a sharp blade, making a clicking sound, and the muscles in his body swelled again under the support of that force, and those black bone spurs pierced the skin, making cold blood spill everywhere.

His entire soul swayed under the impact of this violent force, he raised his fist and pounded the ground frantically, with the sound of heavier and heavier knocks, his dead body began to adjust to the power of the explosion, but in the swaying of his soul, his already inflexible mind became more confused, and gradually lost control of the death energy in his body.

The cold and cold power wrapped around his spiky arms, and every time he hammered the ground, the stone slab in front of him would be smashed into cracks, and in the flying of rubble, his consciousness became more and more chaotic, and the negative emotions brought by death spread wildly in his heart, making the peace in his eyes gradually turn into tyranny.

"The power has been strengthened!"

Looking at the cracked slate, Roglio shook his head and whispered, "It's reached the level of a high-ranking knight, but... Soul, he's about to be lost. ”

"It's a pity, his luck is not good, and it looks like he can't get through it."

The Blood Mage looked at all this indifferently, and he continued his explanation:

"Pure demon blood is like a poison for the lower knights, as long as they drink it, it will destroy their physical activity, I use the demon blood and the magic lotus as the main ingredients, plus some magic materials to match the potion so that the lower knights can withstand this stimulation, but the side effect is that the reason will be stripped of a part and become a guy similar to a berserker, which can be regarded as a change of direction to enhance the strength."

"We all know very well that the vast majority of lower-level knights are limited by incomplete souls and obscurity of thinking, and it is difficult for them to be promoted to high-level knights, so this can be regarded as finding a new way for them to break through their combat effectiveness."

"Smack"

Just as the lower knight was about to be lost in death, Tyrion stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the rampaging knight's wrist, injecting the vast amount of death energy in his body into his body, forcibly stabilizing his chaotic soul.

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade looked at the lower knight in front of him, probably because of the effect of Ultram's potion, which made his skin turn a strange dark red instead of orc green, the muscles of his whole body bulged, and his strength was increased by at least half compared to before, and those black bone spurs strengthened his hand-to-hand combat ability, and most importantly, after surviving the ravages of demon blood, the evil energy contained in demon blood strengthened his physical activity.

In Oldem's theory, this makes it possible for this junior knight to improve further... Although stripped of his sanity, the hope of such promotion was almost extinguished.

"This ascension..."

Tyrion hesitated, but after a moment, he nodded:

"I can accept it, but only if I get the consent of the junior knights, their consciousness is obscure, but they have regained the ability to think, and I am not willing to force my subordinates to accept this side effect greatly improved."

"You are indeed very "kind"..."

A hint of disdain flashed in the Blood Mage's eyes, and he said with a hint of mockery, "The most benevolent leader, I believe that if I bring the results of my research to Azeroth, when those humans face the threat of war, their king will not hesitate to let every soldier drink it..."

"So, I'm not them, and I'm not going to be them."

Tyrion stood up, the rescued junior knight stood up with difficulty, due to Tyrion's intervention, his soul remained intact, he struggled to bend over to thank the Great Lord, but the surging power in his body made him a little difficult to control, and in a stumble, the cracked stone slab under his feet suddenly shattered.

"Go back and get used to this power, knight."

Tyrion said to the embarrassed junior knights:

"By the way, bring this news back to your companions, any junior knight who wants to gain power, can come to the blood mage Ottem... I leave the power of choice to you, and the knights who have survived the torture will be handed over to you to command, and now, tell me your name! Knight. ”

"Seymour, my name is... My name is Seymour. ”

The orc lower knight shouted, "Seymour from the frostwolf! ”

"Very well, Seymour, I now appoint you as the commander of the first batch of Demon Blood Knights."

Tyrion nodded:

"Under the management of the Death Lord Luminas, now, go."

The first Demon Blood Knight of the Knights of the Darkblade turned to leave, and Tyrion looked at his back and asked in a low voice:

"Oldem, you didn't use a high-ranking knight for your experiments, did you?"

"I'd love to do that, but the High Knights are so precious that Lord Luminas won't allow me to use them."

The Blood Mage said regretfully:

"According to my estimates, there is no doubt that the high-ranking knights can withstand more demonic blood infusion..."

"Then don't do it!"

Tyrion said in a deep voice:

"The most important thing for a high-level death knight is a complete soul and a flexible mind, one-sided strengthening of strength and weakening intelligence doesn't make much sense to them, the experiment of demon blood infusion is over here, the side effects of this thing are too great, wait until you have figured out a way to stabilize it, and then restart the experiment, right... Those diluted agents can be produced on a large scale. ”

The Great Lord of the Dark Blade moved his shoulders:

"That seems to be a good battle potion, and 5 minutes of burst time is enough for a battle of life and death."

He looked back at Oldem and whispered:

"Why don't you just call this potion... Autumn's evil will? ”

This sentence made the blood mage stunned in place, but after a moment, he reached out and rubbed his chin, and finally nodded in satisfaction:

"Very good, I'm happy with the name! I'm also going to make a batch of enhanced potions for the High Knights, called "Ultem's Evil Wish", and it's definitely going to be a potion series, and I'm already feeling the future! ”

Tyrion and Roglio looked at each other, and the two Death Knights smiled silently and turned to leave, when the Blood Mage stopped them.

"Wait, there's still work to be done!"

"What?"

Tyrion looked back at Oldem, who took out a bottle of liquid that glowed with a dim light from the storage backpack he was carrying, and shook it in his hand, the Death Knight felt the beating dark magic, he looked at the liquid in Autumn's hand, and he asked in a deep voice:

"What's that?"

"Huh? I was going to call him a shadow potion. ”

The Blood Mage touched his perfectly trimmed mustache and said to Tyrion and Roglio:

"Remember the "blood of the demigods" that was taken from the bodies of those ravens? I have already made the finished product of the potion, this thing can make you feel the faint magic fluctuations, so that you can release some simple, low-level shadow spells, I have to say, Severn is very good at fighting and research, but he is not good at the study of potions and alchemy, the next time you have this kind of treasure, you will give it to me directly. ”

"As for its name... Autumn's Shadow Rescue? How about the name? ”

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The mountains north of the Hellfire Peninsula are a forbidden place, where the orc chieftains held a meeting and were tempted by Gul'dan to drink the blood of demons, which was the beginning of all disasters and stories, and for the sake of remembrance and some kind of repentance, it was ordered to be called the "Throne of Kil'gardan", and after the death of Draenor, few orcs would come here, so the camp left here was also abandoned.

The barren red earth spread between the peaks, and after the earthquake in Shadowmoon Valley, the peak of Kil'Gardan's throne was cut off from the Hellfire Peninsula proper, becoming an island suspended from the sea, not strategically located, extremely far from the Dark Gate, and impassable by ordinary means to fill the vast sea, so the Knights of the Darkblade did not set up a guard here.

Deathlord Luminas doesn't think it's worth the attention at all.

But Luminas overlooked that the impassability of the Kil'Gardan Throne and the Hellfire Peninsula itself was for ordinary creatures, and for those who had wings or could use teleportation, this lonely desert island became the best place to hide, especially after the collapse of the demonic army led by Argona, many Eredar Warlocks fled here.

Now 3 days have passed since the defeat of the Legion, and the demons have been hiding here for 3 days.

They have set up a hidden barrier here, but it is difficult to say how long they can hide, after the battle is over, the death knights are chasing the fleeing demons throughout the Hellfire Peninsula, and the death crows who were mobilized to the peninsula also fly and patrol over the peninsula all day, once any of the ravens discover the anomaly of Kil'Gardan's throne, the demons hiding here will be surrounded by a large number of undead in an instant, and there is no chance to escape.

But to be honest, the demons hiding here may not have thought of escaping.

In this land full of strange runes, more than 30 Ereda Warlocks are directing the lower demons to carry all kinds of things, this land is the only large open space on the Kil'Gardan Throne, where the orcs drink the demonic blood, there is no cover, as long as any Death Raven notices here, the demons will be immediately discovered.

But at this time, since they dared to take such a bold action, it meant that the demons had made up their minds to fulfill their mission again.

At the top of Kil'Gardan's throne, a Lord Nasrezm in black armor and black wings was standing there, looking out over the peninsula in the distance, this was Sassoval the Corruptor, after the failure of Oakington's invasion, it knew very well that the necromancers would not let it go so easily, so it rushed to the Hellfire Peninsula as fast as it could.

However, Agonana's blood-sucked corpse lies like a sculpture on the Hellfire Peninsula, announcing the total defeat of the Legion, but unwilling to accept this reality, it still gathers a group of fleeing demons to reopen the portal.

The demons need a legionary raid to draw Mardon's demon army to sweep away the world's recalcitrant forces with unstoppable power, and to do so, someone must sacrifice their lives to attract the attention of the undead and take their eyes off the throne of Kil'gardan until the portal opens completely.

The Dreadlord was well aware of the risks associated with this wave of resistance, and he himself was not the kind of character who would sacrifice everything for the cause of the Legion, but Sassoval was also well aware of the consequences of this wave of defeat, such as the death of its commander of the same rank, the death of Agona, the capture of Mathridon, and the death of Vargas, so that the consequences of defeat would be borne by him alone.

Thinking of the painful torture that he would suffer after returning to the Twisted Void, the Corruptor couldn't help but shudder, Sargeras was the dark god of the Legion, not only to say that his strength was as strong as that of the gods, but also to say that Sargeras's attitude towards the losers was also as cold as the gods.

"Calcined in the fire of the soul for 10,000 years..."

The Corruptor clenched its claws, gritting its teeth and saying, "This is not the end I imagined, and I will not bear this end!" ”

After saying that, the figure of the black Dreadlord suddenly dissipated at the peak of Kil'Gardan's throne, and its gloomy voice also reached the ears of the busy Ereda Warlock:

"I'm going to buy you time myself, bastards! If I fail again this time, I will undoubtedly be punished by Master Kazak, but before I am punished, I will throw your souls into the abyss one by one to feed the maggots! ”

"Think about the consequences, crumbs!"

The gloomy swarm of black bats flew over the dark sea like a shaking black cloud to the sky above the Hellfire Peninsula, where a lone dark fortress was suspended.

Sassoval knew that this was the base camp of the Death Knights, who hid that terrifying colossus in the city... In other words, as long as there is some chaos in this city, there is no doubt that the eyes of the entire Darkblade Knights will be attracted here.

And most importantly, this kind of fortress full of darkness is the favorite battlefield of the Dreadlords...

"Tyrion. Dawnblade, the Corruptor is coming..."

"Let me see if you can overcome the darkness in your heart!"