Tyrion didn't deceive Gul'dan, he really did learn spells in a battle with a raging orc warrior.

It sounds incredible, but for a special individual like the Death Knight, it can be done, their soul and body are separated, and unlike ordinary warriors who need to manipulate their bodies with their will, Death Knight is more like giving orders to the body with their souls.

In this case, Tyrion only needs to think about defense, and the body manipulated by necromancy will take the initiative to make stiff defensive actions, of course, this mode requires a certain amount of preparation time, so it can only be used in very low-intensity battles, once it really enters the battlefield, this stiff combat form cannot cope with attacks from all sides at all, and will be easily defeated.

While releasing most of his energy, Tyrion quickly searched for the memory fragments of the genius warlock Durag in his soul, and he was able to resurrect by devouring the souls of Durag and the old orc psychics, which was a secret that belonged to Tyrion himself, and even Gul'dan could not find out.

And the reason why the original Death Knight is a half-finished product is here, even the Death Knight concept, Gul'dan, at this stage, simply believes that the Death Knight is the combination of the soul of an orc warlock and the body of a human knight, a powerful knight wielding magic...

For Tyrion, who had actually seen the full version of Death Knight's abilities, the concept was a bit shallow.

"Stupid weapon!"

The orc warrior who fought with Tyrion sneered, he could see at a glance the countless flaws in the Death Knight in front of him, his pace was slow, his strength was average, and he didn't use a heavy weapon like a scepter at all, he was wielding a scepter in a sword-swinging manner.

"That's stupid!"

The orc roared and stepped forward in a staggered step, his hands clenching his battle axe, the crimson light of demonic blood shining in his eyes, and the endless power exploded at this moment.

"It's over!"

"Bang"

The battle axe and the scepter collided, the impact of the two steel weapons made Tyrian's hands numb, and this extreme force also made his body take a few steps back, this is the opportunity that the orc warrior needs, his pace continued to move forward, the battle axe swung up, slashed the scepter, and with each step forward, he slashed out an axe, forcing Tyrion to keep retreating.

In terms of momentum, the orc warrior had suppressed the death knight to the death, and he fell into a situation of passive beating.

This is normal, after all, the Ranger will not fight the opponent head-on unless necessary, and now this dilemma of facing the battlefield makes Tyrion unable to think of a good way to break the game except for dodging.

This scene fell into the eyes of the onlookers, causing them to express their disappointment.

"This is your weapon of war? Guldan... You're kidding me, aren't you? ”

The old sword saint Dahl sneered mercilessly:

"Even a warrior of the Fireblade Clan who has just grown up can easily defeat it! There is no need for this kind of thing to exist at all! ”

"Don't worry, guys, wait a minute!"

Zuluhid, the chief of the Dragonthroat Clan, with an undisguised taunt, laughed and said, "Give old Gul'dan a moment, maybe he's thinking about how to hide his failure." ”

Big Chief Orgrim didn't speak, but he had lost interest in the botched battle, and he leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowed, no one knowing what he was thinking.

Gul'dan, who sat on the edge, didn't say a word, his fists clenched under his green robes, his fangs intertwined, almost roaring in Tyrion's heart.

"Bastard! Do you want to die like that?! ”

"Whose face do you think you're disgraced! Counterattack! If you continue like this, I don't have to wait until the battle is over, and I'll strangle you right now!" ”

Gul'dan's venomous roar interrupted Tyrion's mental flashback, and the souls of Durag and the old orcs were shattered into pieces, and it would take time to find memories of the Warlock's magic in those fragments.

Tyrion gritted his teeth and swung his scepter with his left hand to block the orc warrior's furious attack, his right hand flipped open, and the cold necromantic energy in his body exploded at this moment according to the laws of magic in his memory.

"You... It's so noisy! ”

"Fight back, right? Then fight back now! ”

"I'll call it... Wind Impact! ”

"Boom"

The dark energy converged into a beating cold frost in Tyrion's hands, and the moment his right hand flipped over, he was thrown at the orc warrior who was charging in front of him, and the frost energy gathered into a smashing ice blade, and everyone in the audience widened their eyes, even the Great Chief sat up straight.

Gul'dan's "weapon of war" has finally been revealed!

"Boom"

The cold, corrosive frost storm wrapped around the orc warrior's body, like the most terrible ice cube, and it only happened to touch the skin in an instant, causing his green skin to appear frostbite, and the amount was extremely large, and the explosive necromantic power was still seeping into his body, infiltrating into the warrior's veins, making the warrior suffer great pain in an instant.

"Ahh

"Snap"

The warrior's charge was interrupted by this sudden pain, as if he had been thrown into the coldest cave, and the small half of his body became paralyzed, and he stiffened and half knelt on the ground, and even the tomahawk slipped from the palm of his hand.

Just the first time he counterattacked, Tyrion used the way he remembered, and hit a real critical hit.

"Humph! You eyeless fools! ”

Gul'dan snorted, his clenched fist in his robe loosened, and he looked mockingly at the other chiefs beside him, and he said in a deep voice:

"The battle just now was just to show you how powerful the Death Knight is... Now, it's the beginning of his sharp attack! Keep your eyes open and take a good look! ”

Although he said so, Gul'dan was questioning Tyrion in his heart:

"What kind of spell was that? Why haven't I seen it! ”

"Sacrifice!"

Tyrion gritted his teeth and replied with two words, the first spell casting process was not pleasant, Tyrion, who had never been trained in spellcasting, burst out too much necromantic energy at once, filling his body with a strange emptiness, and after that emptiness, a strange hunger and thirst rose in his soul.

It was something Tyrion had never felt before, and he instinctively felt that something might not be quite right.

"Nonsense! Sacrifice is fire magic that is emulated with magic and charms, and that's what I invented! ”

Gul'dan's questioning continues:

"That was obviously the damage of frost and necromancy power just now, this is not a sacrifice at all!"

"But I don't have magic in my body! You chattering old bastard! ”

Tyrion tightened his grip on the scepter, and he rushed towards the half-kneeling orc warrior, the scepter in his hand raised high, and his heart roared together:

"I can only use necromantic energy as mana... How long do you have to be self-righteous!! ”

"Bang"

The orc warrior who had just picked up the battle axe, still in pain, was powerless to resist the blow, and his entire body flew upside down in the scepter that Tyrion wielded, and the hot blood splattered everywhere, and the orc warrior rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and finally smashed into the corner of the Colosseum.

The blow was visually impactful, but the orc warrior did not fall unconscious, but staggered back to his feet with his tomahawk propped up his body.

Tyrion's strength isn't its strong suit... Elves are not known for their strength, even after death.

"Alas, what a pity! You've missed a great opportunity with your weapon! ”

The old sword saint Dahl had already been attracted by this strange battle, and watching the orc warrior get back on his feet, he said with some regret:

"If his strength is stronger, that blow just now will be enough to directly destroy the enemy's will..."

Gul'dan was gloomy and silent, the Warlock Ancestor was thinking about Tyrion's rebuttal, this elf Death Knight is different from other death knights, his soul is not a warlock who can skillfully manipulate magic and has strong magical power, as he said, he has no magic in his body, and can only use the death energy accumulated in his body after death as magic power.

But such a reckless attempt has a surprisingly good effect!

Gul'dan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the frostbite that the orc warrior had all over his body, and a thought jumped in his dark red eyes.

Maybe fighting with necromantic energy is the way the Death Knight really should fight...

"Tyrion! The death energy in your body is too little to support you in a long battle, now seize the opportunity and make another ice sacrifice to directly destroy his will! ”

Gul'dan's telepathy this time was no longer as irritable as before, on the contrary, like a mentor instructing an apprentice, Tyrion even felt a touch of patience and curiosity from it... Hell patience and curiosity!

"No way!"

Tyrion gripped the scepter in both hands, fearlessly meeting the more furious onslaught of the badly wounded orc warriors, and he said in a telepathic call:

"Death energy is not enough, do it again... Less than a third remains. ”

"You're too rough with your energy!"

Gul'dan scolded, "Spellcasters should use every ounce of magic with precision!" If the sacrifice can't be used... Then change the magic! Tarongor should have taught you... With Shadow Arrows! That's the lowest level of warlock magic! ”

"Shadow Arrow..."

Tyrion's ice-blue eyes narrowed, and once again immersed his will in the depths of his mind, and as the battle continued, the Ranger found that the stiffness and stagnation in his body were slowly disappearing, presumably as the dead body adjusted to the weight of the plate armor, and his movements became flexible again.

"Huh"

His steps staggered, dodging the sweep of the battle axe, and the scepter in his hand waved with a whistling sound of breaking wind, slamming into the waist of the orc warrior, the armor-piercing blade of the scepter tearing through the rudimentary armor, and blood splattered in the air.

And the moment he smelled the blood, Tyrion's breathing suddenly became a little faster, and the hunger and thirst that rose from his soul were like shadows, creeping up into his heart little by little.

"Hell! What is it! ”

Tyrion couldn't help but take a few steps back, he gritted his teeth to resist the constant thirst for blood that had never been heard in his heart, this opportunity was seized by the wounded orc warrior, he rushed forward a few steps, the anger that had accumulated in pain exploded at this moment, he roared and jumped up from the ground, grasped the battle axe in both hands, and slashed at Tyrion's head.

"Shadow Arrow! No, as the Death Knight calls it... Death Coil! ”

"Boom"

In the gap between the tomahawks' falls, a cloud of death energy like a small storm wrapped around Tyrion's hand, and the moment the steel scepter met the tomahawk's slash, it almost smashed against the orc warrior's chest.

This mass of death energy filled with the mana structure of the Shadow Arrow is the same as the "Wind Impact" just now, full of corrosive and cold energy, but with the unique impact of the Shadow Arrow, like a heavy hammer, smashing into the orc's chest, throwing his whole person out like a stone that has been smashed into the air.

Blood splattered through the Colosseum, pulling a shocking trail on the ground.

The orc warrior still wanted to get up and fight again, but the death energy that was rampaging inside his body almost frozen and corroded his internal organs, and the death energy of completely opposite properties was like a real poison to life.

The moment he struggled to stand up, a mouthful of blood wrapped in ice slag spurted out of his mouth, and the armor on his chest was corroded into a large hole, and even the flesh and blood became blurred in the cold temperature.

This terrible injury took away all his fighting spirit, and there was a strong reluctance in his eyes, but in the end he could only collapse limply on the ground.

Tyrion's final blow squandered the last third of his body's death energy, and this utter emptiness caused the strange hunger and thirst within to explode in an instant, as if he was caught in the pursuit of something, he trembled and put the blood-stained scepter in his hand to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked the frozen blood from his weapon.

The moment he tasted the blood, the pungent smell of demonic blood in the orc's blood exploded, allowing Tyrion's sanity to return to the moment before it got out of control, forcibly suppressing the abnormal hunger and thirst.

"Phew"

He spat out the blood from his mouth.

"What a disgusting taste... But why, am I so hungry for blood? ”

"That's it!"

Gul'dan was also aware of Tyrion's restless spirit at this time, and he stood up and spread his arms:

"My weapons of war, go back! Your show is over..."

The process of fighting the hunger and thirst of the soul was not pleasant, and Tyrion closed his eyes to avoid the pungent blood around the orc warrior who had fallen in the corner, and he stiffened his body, and under the strange gaze of those chiefs, he walked step by step into the passage of the Colosseum.

At the moment of being enveloped in darkness, Tyrion's body shuddered violently, and in a moment that he almost lost control, his arm was grabbed by another "companion".

Tarongor watched Tyrion in the dark, who had watched the battle intact, and became more and more curious about his companion, and he helped Tyrion to the hall belonging to the Death Knight, and asked in a deep voice in the lingua franca in that strange human accent:

"You... What is needed? ”

Tyrion gritted his teeth, forcing himself to suppress the restless hunger in his heart, and he said word by word:

"Blood! I want blood! Don't be like that... Contaminated blood! ”

This request made Tarongol froze for a moment, but then, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Good! Do not contaminate. Follow me, my companion! ”