Elan's grasp of the situation is very clear, under the entanglement of Neozu and the strange death knight in front of him, it is difficult for him to leave with the collection smoothly, but unfortunately, he chose to counterattack a little late, and Iriel's stalking also made him ignore the real threat.

"Boom"

The choking disgust in the passage was torn apart by the giant fist of the rock, and this extremely aggressive spell smashed the body of Elan's magic clone, and the magic illusion of being hit by the heavy blow dissipated in an instant.

At the same time, a dazzling lightning storm fell from the sky, enveloping his body, and with the fatal blow of Naozu's vision, the lightning storm that lasted for a full 5 seconds completely destroyed Neras. Elan's counterattack, after the lightning dissipated, the Ghost Archmage's body became extremely transparent.

Apparently, he suffered a heavy blow.

"Bang"

The icy hammer slammed into Elan's chest, and the power of the void shattered the ghost mage's counterattack, and his ghost body was corroded almost instantly, causing the archmage to let out an unbearable cry of pain.

And in the next moment, five fingers tore through the storm of magic, strangled Elan's neck, and lifted him into the air, dark red death energy rose from Elan's feet, binding his body in midair, the Draenei are generally taller than humans, the tall Irel withdrew her fingers, she wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and looked at the dark eyes of the ghost archmage.

The Wraith, who had just been almost shattered, had reverted to its normal form, floating beside the Death Knight with a pale face, and she looked three points similar to Iriel, especially the hairstyle and the shape of the horns, which were almost identical.

"Ahem"

Irel coughed, she looked at the archmage in front of her, and she said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Tyrion, let me tell you... The things of the Knights of the Dark Blade are not so easy to hold. ”

He also asked me to ask you, do you like this "gift" he brought? ”

"That madman..."

Elan struggled in a cage of death energy, furious at Tyrion's malice:

"Medivan shouldn't have let him survive at the time! I've seen it for a long time! I saw it from the first meeting! He's a madman, he's a miscellaneous person who fears that the world won't be chaotic! It is not for nothing that fate has abandoned him! ”

"Keep these words!"

Irel took out a black, specially made soul stone from his waist pocket, held it backwards like a dagger, and stabbed it into the ghost body of the archmage in front of him, watching the luster of purple psychic spells wrap around Elan's body, Irel took a step back.

"You can say to Mr. Tyrion in person... But whether he wants to hear it or not is another matter. ”

Neozu ignored the unnourished conversation between Irel and Elan, he could probably guess that Tyrion had some kind of holiday with these Karazan mages, but this act of killing people with a knife also made the great shaman even more uneasy about his partner, and after gradually realizing how cold the soul under Tyrion's body was, Neozu urgently found that he needed some means to counter Tyrion.

If he had been blindly following this Death Knight, the outcome he and the orcs would have probably not been very pleasant.

But at this time, what made Neozu even more curious was the Draenei soul that was hovering beside Iriel...

"Didn't Tyrion tell you about the dangers of two souls living together in the same body?"

The old shaman whispered to Iriel:

"Or are you doing it without him? Who is this soul? Why is it worth the risk you take so much? ”

Irel didn't immediately answer Neozu's question, she reached out and gently stroked the soul at her side, and the Draenei soul also hugged Iriel's arm with a smile on her face, the intimacy of the two dead people was surprising, and in them, it seemed that there was no such thing as the always cold situation of the Knights of the Dark Blade.

"Her name is Samaro, she's my best friend, we grew up together, and in Amberi we were like twins... Mr. Naozu, do you want to know why we are separated? ”

Iriel's voice was cold as ice, with an undisguised malice that Naozu barely had to guess to know where it came from...

"Samaruo died in the massacre of the village of Ampoli by you bastards... One month after her death, I died in your attack on the temple of Carabo, and we slept in the dark for 10 years... I have to thank you for destroying Oakington, otherwise Samara's soul would have dissipated there alone, and now... Right now! ”

The moment Irel spread her arms, her best sister's soul opened her arms and embraced Iriel, and the next moment, Samaru's soul disappeared into Iriel's body like melting ice, as if she had returned home.

"Now, we are one!"

"No one can separate us anymore!"

Two voices with different timbres said the same sentence in the same intonation, like a forbidden accent, and Iriel's open left eye was still dark red, but the right eye had turned cold blue, and the two completely different temperaments appeared in Iriel's body in a fusion way.

It was as if there were two souls, two angry, unwilling, cold, hateful souls manipulating the body.

This kind of eerie scene can scare any ordinary person, but Naozu is not ordinary, he just stopped for a moment, then regained his steps and walked into the storage room, which was no longer unhindered.

The old shaman's fingers clenched his staff, he had come to his senses... Since Tyrion allowed his command to hate the orcs to the fullest, it meant that the Knights of the Darkblade under his command could not have peace with the orcs at all.

Iriel was still too immature, and her hatred of the orcs had left her unable to control her emotions, revealing Tyrion's deepest thoughts.

The orc is just a knife in his hand, and after he is used up, he may not have the value of vain and wrong.

At the moment when Neozu's figure disappeared into the storeroom, in Iriel's heart, Samaru's weak voice rang out:

"My Iriel, does this really not expose Mr. Tyrion's plans?"

The blue in Iriel's right eye slowly faded and turned dark red again, she turned around and picked up the soul stone containing Elan's soul from the ground, and she whispered:

"It's okay, what if he knows?"

"The resistance of the orcs only makes us stronger, the dormant era is over, and we will never fight alone."

In addition to the upper level, which is connected to the astral plane, in Nyras. The moment the Archmage of Elamite failed, the lower Karazan fell completely, the orcs and the death knights all got what they needed, they would return with a full load, and at the moment when the gate of the mage tower was pushed open by the orcs, in the far north of this world, another war was about to begin.

"Huh"

The horses of the human knights who fled in a hurry were still galloping, but the riders behind them had been bound by the dark red death ropes, and were pulled towards the slayers behind.

The panicked knight fell to the ground, and around him, were the corpses of his brothers who were patrolling together, and after a whirlwind leap, the ordinary knight wanted to raise his head, but what came into his eyes was a black sharp axe that had been slashed down.

"Poof"

Blood gushed from the headless corpse, and Glokush grabbed the knight's blood-stained blonde hair and tossed it aside.

Behind him, the Death Knights are gathering the corpses of the Knights, intending to recruit more Death Knights.

Yes, after Tyrion took over the command of the Death Knight, he had given permission that the Death Knight would no longer be limited to orcs, and any valuable corpse, regardless of race, could be transformed at will.

Glokush watched coldly at the busy figures of the Death Knights who had surrendered, and there was no trace of emotion in his gray eyes.

In his opinion, these originally belonged to Talon. The Blood Fiend's men are no different from their stupid leaders, weak, cunning, disloyal, and disrespectful, always trying to solve everything with the magic of a warlock.

Such a knight simply does not deserve to be absorbed into the Knights of the Darkblade.

"So, this will be your final test!"

Seeing that the psychic circle had begun to operate, the black hand strode forward, filling the corpses of the 15 human knights in front of him with the death energy in his hand, he looked indifferently at the death knights in front of him with their heads down, and he snorted:

"You have heard the order of the Great Lord clearly when you set off, the Knights of the Dark Blade are not something that any cat or dog can join, you must prove your abilities in the war! The fall of Alterac is pointless, and this attack on Dalaran is your last chance to prove yourself! ”

"Only those who survive the cruel war are entitled to the love of death!"

The black hand stretched out his left hand, clenched his fists, and said in a cold tone:

"Those who die are buried here, and their worthless lives and failures are bound together and forgotten forever! This is the code of the Knights of the Darkblade, the only precept! ”

"Who has an opinion! Say it! ”

Everywhere Grokush's gaze went, no one of the former Death Knights dared to look at him, and no one dared to raise objections, and the scene was deadly silent.

Their leader, Talon, who is full of ambition and wants to rebuild his career in Draenor. How the Bloodseeker died humbly under the siege of the Darkblade Knights, these Death Knights saw it clearly.

The last cry of the Blood Fiend, the shameful plea for mercy that made people feel ashamed, and even kneeling on the ground, failed to save his life, the Grand Lord of the Knights of the Dark Blade, Tyrion. Dawnblade held the sword that made all the Death Knights tremble, and in a bloody smile, he cut off the head of the Blood Demon without hesitation, and when he lifted the Blood Demon's head as if it were a trophy, all the Death Knights lost the desire to fight.

It's impossible to win... The Knights of the Darkblade are true death knights who can go head-to-head against the Silver Hand, and as for them... They are just a group of fakes who can't stand in the sun, and fakes must have the consciousness of fakes, and maybe one day they will become real in the future, but until then, they still have to clamp their tails and be humans.

The world of the Death Knight doesn't have so much disguise, wins and losses, it's just so cold.

After Glokush left, the Death Knights began to communicate with each other, but don't expect these Blood Demon's cronies to have any concept of unity, the remaining nineteen knights of the original Shadow Council were all cut off by Tyrion, just like Gul'dan, the archcist's skull contains powerful shadow magic, which can be used to do a lot of things when necessary, so it is used as the standard equipment of the Knights of the Dark Blade, and the rest are some small shrimps.

"Phew! As cannon fodder under the Bloodseeker, and now under Tyrion, he is still cannon fodder... Shouldn't I feel honored that both of the big guys recognize my "ability"? ”

A tall Death Knight complained to his companions, because the Knights of the Blood Demon followed the same old routine, so these Death Knights were all human bodies, and the troubles that Grockush had encountered also appeared on them, the human body was flexible enough, but it was as familiar as the orc body, and it was not as powerful as the orc body.

This further weakened their combat effectiveness, in fact, if they all used the body of an orc to match the soul of an orc, the Knights of the Blood Demon would not be so weak.

"Come on, Bell, my brother, stop complaining..."

The other diminutive Death Knight rolled his eyes, and he looked left and right, and the other Death Knight were all whispering and scolding Glokush for his cruelty, without the slightest intention of planning for the future, which made the short Death Knight a little disdainful.

He turned his head and whispered to the tall Death Knight beside him:

"Listen to me, Bell, no matter how much we complain, some things can't be changed, no force will accept us right now except for the Knights of the Dark Blade of Tyrion, and instead of dying quietly somewhere, we need to plan for the future... Believe me, the Knights of the Darkblade are our best destination, and besides, cannon fodder, it's not impossible to avoid it..."

This sentence made the tall death knight froze for a moment, most of the orcs are martial arts factions, even if they are warlocks, there are many who are not very willing to think, he bent down, patted his companion's shoulder, and said in an astringent voice:

"Turek, if you have any ideas, just say that we are both from Gollond, and we should help each other, I absolutely believe in you!"

"Alright, well, Bell, it's more certain that two people will do it together than one."

The short Death Knight narrowed his eyes, and his fingers moved:

"The premise is, can you be ruthless... You see, the Knights of the Darkblade have made it clear that they only accept true warriors, but neither you nor I want to die... Then we can only ask our former "partners" to borrow their heads to achieve our "bravery". ”

"You mean, kill them?"

"Nope! Don't be stupid, there's no point in killing each other, listen to me, Glokush won't worry about letting us get that damn gem, and the orcs of Gromash won't let us do anything, so, we just need to..."