Tyrion ultimately failed to crack Salein's secrets, despite the first two Blood Followers behind him.

But this success was accidental and uncontrollable, and Tyrion's plan to mass-produce Salein failed.

Of the 17 elven mages recovered by the Darkblade Knights, only the old mage Severn. Flame Wound and Young Mage Ottem. The fire streak was transformed into Sarein, and this transformation was a failure in Tyrion's eyes.

They do have a thirst for blood, and they can manipulate it, but the power of manipulation is too weak to draw blood from the wounds of enemies, and they can't achieve the terrifying strength of Tyrion that drains blood in an instant.

In addition, their resurrected bodies have greatly improved their adaptability to shadow and frost magic, but the power of fire magic, which they excel at, has been weakened, and their overall strength has increased slightly.

This inexplicable transformation made Tyrion very dissatisfied, but after thinking about it, he still came to a vague conclusion.

Now the Quel'Salas High Elves are still in the magic of the Sunwell, and magic is readily available to them, so even the magic addiction that goes deep into the bone marrow can be satisfied, and it will not reflect the hunger and thirst for magic, the magic addiction exists, but this satisfied magic addiction cannot make the elves become blood elves after death.

Only when the sunwell dies and loses the all-pervasive magic nourishment, will the hopeless magic addiction in the High Elf's body be truly stimulated!

Only at that time, the mass appearance of Sarein will be possible.

"Low-level mages are of little use to us, they are not as powerful as skeleton archers, and in Quel'Thalas, where the magic civilization is highly developed, the number of high-level mages is less than five thousand, and they are basically concentrated in the major mage towers and mage legions, they are rare resources."

Tyrion sat in the ruins of Dysom, holding a flask in his hand, he seemed to be hesitating to drink the liquid, and beside him, Tyrant shook his head in disappointment after listening to Tyryon's description:

"The war in Quel'Salas is over, the elves have gathered the corpses they can find, and with the strength of Silvermoon City's defenses, we have no chance of attacking at all."

"Enough is enough, it was a complete mistake to come to Quel'Thalas, I wanted to be a hyena following the lion, to strengthen myself by picking up leaks, I wanted both strength and safety, but I lost the most important thing because of this, I killed her..."

"It's a pity, I thought that Guldan's death would allow her to avoid a cruel fate, but I accidentally contributed to her death, I thought I could change my fate, heh, it gave me a slap in the back hand, and then laughed at my incompetence, it's a shame."

Tyrion watched the rising light of dawn in the distance, watched the darkness be torn apart by the rising sun, and finally, he twisted the flask and drank for the first time since he died.

No one in this world would know except him that the Windranger family should have been wiped out in this war, he changed the course of this war, he saved this family... Unfortunately, General Lilesa still died on this battlefield, in front of Tyrion's eyes, which is not a victory... There is only endless loss.

Curious to see Tyrion gulping down a sip of the spirit, Tyrant asked:

"Do you still have a sense of taste?"

Tyrion shook his head, the corpses of the dead had lost their sense of taste, touch, and even the smell of blood, which they felt through the energy of death, and such beings could not taste the taste of fine wine at all.

"And how do you feel?"

Tyrion frowned as Tyrant asked again, and he looked at the flask in his hand and whispered:

"I can only feel the cold liquid flowing into my body, no different from water, not as delicious as blood... Oh yes, I forgot, none of you can taste the taste of blood except me. ”

"Then why are you drinking it?"

Celent continued to ask, the question annoyed Tyrion, and he turned his head, took another sip of wine, and said indifferently:

"You're really me... Just like I'm playing a game. ”

Celent could not understand this behavior until Luminas came over, and the young lady snatched the flask from Tyrion's hand, took a sip, then wiped her mouth, and said to the two men:

"It's ready, we're ready to go!"

"Why do you want to drink it?"

Celent shouted:

"You can't taste it!"

"So what?"

Luminas crossed her waist and said impatiently, "I just want to drink, do you have any opinions?" ”

A large hand took the flask from Luminas' hand, Glokush tilted his head and poured the last sip into his mouth, he threw the flask into the ruins behind him, he looked at Selent, and said meaningfully:

"It doesn't matter if you don't taste like you're drinking, as long as you know you're drinking."

"I can't understand it."

Celent shook his head, and Glokush reached for the large chest on the ground, and he, Luminas, and Tyrion walked beyond the ruins, where the two zombie dragons and the remaining bone griffons were ready to leave Quel'Thalas.

"We're dead, we can't taste wine, we can't taste food, we can't even breathe, death takes it all away, but that's okay... You can actually have them! ”

Grokush turned back to Celent standing in the ruins and shouted, his orc's rugged face smiling ugly:

"Don't be struck down by death! Don't give in to it! ”

"Just pretend that you're still alive..."

Tyrion jumped into the saddle behind the zombie dragon, and he waved his hand at Serent:

"Let's go! We're going to be on the hill tomorrow, if you don't want to miss the next battle... I know you don't want to miss it, right? ”

"Wait for me!"

Thread took his bow and halberd on his back, and rushed forward quickly, he jumped on top of the other zombie dragon, and after taking off, he suddenly patted Glokush on the shoulder in front of him, and whispered:

"Is there still wine? Give me a bottle. ”

"Hahahaha"

To the good-natured laughter of the orc Death Knight, a bottle of orc liquor was shoved into Serent's palm, and he twisted it open, took a sip, and then frowned, and sure enough, as Tyrion said, there was no taste at all.

But the next moment, he raised his head, poured the cold liquor into his mouth, and then wiped his mouth full of wine stains, although he could no longer feel any taste, but in the cold wind howling in the sky, Serent's mind was strangely calm.

No... It's not that there is no taste at all!

And the smell of the past, and the taste of being alive...

"Hahahaha"

The Death Knight laughed, and the laughter came so abruptly that Salein Ottem on the bone griffin behind the zombie dragon was a little confused, and he looked back at Severn beside him, and he asked:

"Mr. Severn, are these Death Knights insane?"

Old Salain shook his head, closed the magic book in his hand, and looked at his young compatriot, a gentle glint flashing in his blood-red eyes:

"No, kids, they're just looking back for the past, and frankly, it's an attitude worth learning from..."

After saying that, old Salain took out a bottle of maple leaf wine that looked very old from the storage ring of his finger, which was originally the best collection he treasured when he was alive, and it was said that it had been cellared in time for thousands of years, and now, without hesitation, he unscrewed it and held up the bottle to Autumn:

"Would you like a drink? Kids"

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On the other side, on the edge of a distant hilly battlefield, at this dawn, the cold winds of the towering Alterac Mountains blow out of the snow-covered valleys, as if to freeze everything.

This is the entrance to the Alterac Mountains, the hinterland and capital of the Alterac Kingdom, and it is also one of the highest mountains in Northern Xinjiang, covered with ice and snow that does not melt all year round, but is rich in products that nourish the entire Alterac Kingdom.

From a military point of view, this is also a very important military place, from the Alterac Mountains all the way to the north, you can easily bypass the encirclement of the hills, and directly enter the Silver Pine Forest at the junction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the Kingdom of Gilneis, and from there, it does not even take 2 days to reach the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the city of Lordaeron.

However, the Alterac Mountains are towering and towering, and almost every pass in the mountains is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is impossible to defeat the legions of Alterac defending this place without paying heavy casualties.

And because of the "defensive" philosophy of the Alterac royal family, strong fortresses were built at each pass, and these fortresses were even hung with frost in the low temperatures, like a strong shield in the mountains.

"It's almost impossible to take down the defense..."

The Great Chief Orgrim carried his war hammer on his back, he rode on the black war wolf, and looked at the world covered with snow in front of him, but the next moment, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he whispered:

"It's a pity that this strong fortress lacks a soul! It's a shame that it's owned by cowards! ”

"That's a good thing, Great Chief."

The old sword saint Dahl of the Fireblade clan rode the wolf and stood beside the Great Chief of Orgrim, although the temperature around him had dropped to below zero, the old sword saint was still naked, he had a string of white bone prayer beads soaked in red around his neck, and he was carrying the Flame Slashing Sword Sankesu, which looked extremely hideous.

"The cowardly king of Alterac has surrendered, he has opened a path for us to the heart of the human kingdom, and we are about to win!"

"So I'll be merciful enough to spare his life!"

Orgrim looked at the envoy of the kingdom of Alterac who was slowly walking in the snow in the distance, and he whispered:

"After we defeat Lordaeron, the kingdom of Alterac will survive, we can't kill all the humans, let Mr. Pirenod, manage the humans for us, he will be a very "qualified" shepherd... Hahahaha. ”

The High Chief's words made all the chiefs and overseers around him laugh wildly, and behind them was an army of heavily armed orcs, densely covered with roads leading to the Alterac Mountains, numbering tens of thousands.

"What does your king say? Mankind. ”

The envoy of the kingdom of Alterac was dressed in a heavy bear-haired coat, and under this warm garment, there was a shivering body, but not because of the cold outside, but because of fear.

The chief of the royal guard was supposed to be a brave warrior, but alas, he wasn't.

He stood before Chief Orgrim, who was like a brown hill, and in the cold wind he spoke with difficulty:

"Venerable King Pirenod and the wise ministers have discussed for a long time, and they believe that it is not wise to continue fighting the orc tribes in the present situation, and that the alliance has placed the battlefield in the richest hilly region of our country, which has seriously hurt the interests of Alterac, therefore..."

"I've heard enough of human clichés!"

Orgrim brutally interrupted the human envoy, his eyes fixed on the human in front of him, as if to swallow him in one gulp, and in the wind and snow, he shouted loudly:

"Tell me! Your final decision! ”

The terrifying momentum made the human envoy subconsciously take a step back, he looked at Orgrim, and swallowed with difficulty:

"We'll get out of the way of the Alterac Mountains, we're neutral! But you have to make sure that! It will not disrupt the order of the Kingdom of Alterac, and you will not be able to continue declaring war on the Kingdom after the war is over! ”

"Neutral?"

The Great Chief snorted dissatisfiedly: "Stupid wording, stupid decision!" Even the surrender was so timid, Alterac was really disappointing! ”

"But it's nothing... Go back and tell your king, I promised! Now, let your soldiers open their posts, we're going to pass through the mountains! ”

Orgrim's finger pointed behind him, and there, in the ice-draped stone castle, the brave soldiers gritted their teeth with hatred, but they had to throw away their weapons like cowards at the orders and reprimands of their superiors.

In desperation, the old general denounced his king as a coward, and then, with a final struggle, turned and jumped off the snow-covered cliff.

And on this day, the entire men of Alterac became cowards, erasing their honor with their own hands, surrendering their kingdom to fierce invaders, and selling their compatriots who were still stubbornly resisting to a group of otherworldly butchers.

Today, honor weeps helplessly on this mountain, and the courage to be disappointed by it has long since left...

"Orcs of the tribe! The road ahead is open! ”

Orgrim held up the hammer in his hand and shouted:

"Come with me! I'll take you to our victory! ”

"This world! It will definitely belong to the tribe! ”

The mighty army of greenskins rushed into the mountain roads of the Alterac Mountains, and the fortified fortresses on both sides were silent, and they had released a pack of hungry wolves into the heart of the human kingdom, and a terrible catastrophe was about to befall the people who knew nothing about the future.

A complete catastrophe that belongs to human civilization!