Summoning Luminas and asking the most beautiful young lady of the Darkblade Knights to send off the suspicious Neozu, Tyrion left the rooftop of the Dark Temple.

"I can't shelter from the wind and rain, I don't have enough guards, I don't know why that "child of light and darkness" always likes to stay here..."

Tyrion complained a little, turned around and walked into the passage to the second floor of the temple, the dark temple was once the second largest city of the Draenei, Carabo, where more than 50,000 Draenei once lived, although in the orc massacre, the city was destroyed by nearly a third, but the remaining buildings, are still very large structures.

Roglio was still exploring the entire temple with the Dark Rangers, and for such a building, the Knights of the Darkblade had no way to fully control it.

But if Tyrion remembers correctly, there should be another group of "inhabitants" in this temple full of dark forces.

Seeing Tyrion's figure emerge in the darkness, the two silent death knights bowed and saluted, and then pushed open the heavy door behind them for the big lord of the Darkblade Knights, these two death knights are obviously different from the Darkblade Knights, they are human bodies, and the temperament they exude is not as cold and resolute as the Darkblade Knights, but more gloomy and weird, more like some spellcasters hiding in the corner.

"Bang"

The door was pushed open, and Tyrion stepped into the gleaming hall, and behind him, two trembling Death Knights closed the door, guarding the doorway, making sure their new boss wasn't disturbed.

Tallon. Bloodfiend has been killed by Tyrion himself at the Dark Gate, but the Death Knights he brought back have all been taken over by Tyrion except for a few diehards, and in the early stages of his career, especially now that there is a great shortage of manpower, Tyrion is willing to give these orc warlocks a chance to surrender.

Of course, he wouldn't ask these guys to fight head-on, in fact, the Death Knight was planning to change the form of these guys and make them pure spellcasters again, and Tyrion was honestly not eye-catching for the poor melee skills of these Death Knights.

"But you still need to prove your loyalty..."

The Death Knight ruffled his gray hair, and a hideous glint flashed in the corners of his eyes, as long as Neozu was a little smarter, then he would soon find the truth about the demon's invasion of Draenor, and at that time, even if the orc shaman was stubborn, he would choose to cooperate with Tyrion.

And at that time, these cannon fodder who have surrendered to Cheng will usher in a round of cruel tests.

"Only those who have proven themselves in the war are eligible to join the Knights of the Darkblade."

Tyrion nodded, he was very happy with his new idea, but that was for later, and now he had more tricky things to deal with.

In front of Tyrion, the hall on the second floor of the Dark Temple was almost filled with sarcophagi... To be honest, it's a bit infiltrating, the sarcophagus made of the black stone unique to the head of the Dark Temple is very rough, just the shape of a coffin, 2 meters long and nearly 1 meter wide, it looks like it has been polished with some kind of weapon, but it doesn't have any beauty.

And in this empty hall, such black sarcophagi are all over almost every corner, and at a cursory glance, there are at least a thousand coffins placed here, some of which are stacked on top of each other, and the Death Knight has enough reason to think that this is a big unfinished project, and there are still many vacant sarcophagi at the entrance of the hall.

Obviously, before the Death Knight entered this temple, there were still some unknown people who were constantly collecting the corpses of the Draenei who died in the Carabo massacre, and the arrival of the Knights of the Dark Blade interrupted this "sacred" work, and those corpse collectors fled in a hurry, even forgetting to hide all this, exposing the unfinished cemetery in front of them so easily in front of the Death Knights.

"Bang"

With a flick of his fingers, the dark red energy from his fingertips rushed away from the nearest sarcophagus, and the deceased's sense of smell was greatly weakened, but because of the reason for being Salein, Tyrion could still feel rough smells, such as the smell of corpses, such as the smell of blood.

But to his surprise, even if the sarcophagus was opened, there was no smell of corpses rotting, which surprised the Death Knight a little, if he remembered correctly, the Carabo massacre was 3 years before the Dark Gate was opened, that is, these corpses had been dead for 10 years... It's not rotten yet?

Tyrion stepped forward, and in the sarcophagus in front of him was the corpse of a Draenei woman, these creatures from the stars were not much different from humans if they only looked at their faces, but they could generally reach 2 meters tall, even petite women, they were 1.9 meters tall, their skin was pale blue, and they had pale gray horns on the top of their heads, which were softer than the horns of goats and cows.

Most notably, though, are their recurved legs and hoove-like feet, a special body structure that gives the Draenei more jumping power and enough to support their generally muscular body, though reminiscent of mythical demons.

And finally, the tail ... Draenei men have tails for both men and women, the female ones are cuter, the male ones are thicker, and the draenei men will also have tentacles on their chins, and in general, if it's the first time you see it, it will definitely be frightening...

But if you can fit the horns, hooves, and tails, then the generally delicate Draenei women are clearly the beauties of the stars, with large, sparkling eyes full of exoticism, and they don't have tentacles.

In general, it may be more in line with human aesthetics.

Of course, the Death Knight didn't pay attention to the appearance of the corpse in front of him, Tyrion could clearly feel that a dark force was wrapped around the corpse, stopping her from decaying and maintaining her basic form, this dark energy made the Death Knight feel a little familiar.

In the Sargeras Veil, when he encountered the ogre Gugar, the same dark power was exuded in him.

This discovery caused Tyrion to subconsciously take a step back, but soon, he realized that he was overreacting.

"This is Draenor, and there is no trace of the existence of the ancient gods here, that is, these energies that protect the corpse... Is it pure vanity? ”

The Death Knight narrowed his eyes, he knew very well that the Void was a difficult force to entangle in the infinite universe, and at his current level, he was absolutely unwilling to deal with these things, Tyrion leaned against the sarcophagus, the huge memories in his mind scrolling rapidly, trying to find out the source information about the Void power of the Dark Temple.

Soon, he remembered some bits and pieces of information about the Carabord massacre.

"At that time, the Shadow Order led by Gul'dan was blocked from the temple of Carabo by the Draenei prophet Viren, and in the face of the brave and powerful Draenei, those orcs who had not yet received the blood of demons were no match at all... How did they get here? ”

The tumbling of memories made the light in the eyes of the Death Knight continue to jump, and he rubbed the corners of his forehead and muttered to himself:

"Kara! Those warlocks who don't know whether to live or die have invoked the power of the forbidden Kara... If I'm not mistaken, it's called the "Dark Star", a corrupted Naru hovering over Shadowmoon Valley, and Naozu must know that! Be sure to ask him next time! ”

The Death Knight was a little dissatisfied with his hindsight, but it would take more time for these fragmented memories shattered by death to reunite into complete memories in his mind, which made Tyrion hesitate, if he was immersed in memories for a long time, then the emptiness when he woke up would undoubtedly break his will, which was a very risky move.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

The Death Knight stood up and glanced at the sarcophagus behind him with some regret.

He originally planned to use the well-preserved corpses in these sarcophagi to evoke a group of draenei death knights, but the void power he ignored suppressed the death energy in these corpses, even if they were intact, there was no way to awaken them at all, and the souls bound in the corpses reacted violently, but it was pointless to simply awaken the souls.

Without the bearing of a body, the awake soul will quickly dissipate unless it chooses to become a resentful spirit.

Also because of the strange environment of this temple, although these Delaney souls are full of resentment, the power of the void is wrapped around the souls, and it is not enough for them to form an existence similar to the resentful spirits, and many souls have even lost their self-consciousness.

Such a guy, even if he is awakened, has no combat power at all.

"What a pity..."

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave, but at his last glance, a faint red glow caught his attention in the deepest part of the dark crypt, a dim glow that could easily be ignored if it weren't for the Death Knight's own sensitivity to soul activity.

If Tyrion read it right, it was supposed to be a weak soul bound in a body... It struggled, rebelling against the entanglement and corrosion of the Void.

This immediately got the Death Knight in the mood.

"In such a suppressed environment, there is still self-awareness, this kind of tenacious soul power, it is really impressive..."

Tyrion strode into the depths of the tomb, his ice-blue eyes shining with curiosity:

"So, which big shot are you?"

"Bang"

The coffin, indistinguishable from the other sarcophagi, was lifted, and in the dim light, Tyrion appeared before the eyes of a well-preserved Draenei woman, who was petite from the Draenei point of view, only 1.85 meters tall, and the sacrificial robes she wore before her death had been shattered over the course of 10 years, exposing her beautiful form to Tyrion's eyes.

It's a pity that the Great Lord of the Dark Blade is not a necrophile, and the dead body also lacks some kind of physiological impulse, and the corpse in front of him, in his eyes, is no different from a white bone.

Pale blue skin, bent forward into an elegant curve of double horns, the small corner on the left was shattered by some kind of weapon, Tyrion reached out and tore the broken robe, in the abdomen of this corpse, there was a hideous wound, it looked like it was pierced by the orc's weapon and died, but the corpse remained intact, and there was a value of resurrection.

"You must have loved beauty when you were alive..."

Tyrion's fingers slid over the cheeks of the draenei's corpse, the void protecting the corpse, her skin almost as elastic as it had been alive, the woman brushing her white hair with a delicate golden headband, and when she lifted it, Tyrion saw the strange runes carved into her forehead.

It was supposed to be some kind of status symbol, but unfortunately, after death, the rune that was supposed to be dancing with light had completely dimmed.

Inside the cold corpse, a weak soul was struggling, and through the eyes of the Death Knight, he could almost hear the soul's unwilling wail, the hatred of the sudden death, the resistance to death itself, and a certain regret, sorrow, pleading, resentment, and even a desperate desire to protect.

The diversity of the soul's emotions was a real eye-opener for the Death Knight, and it was the first time he had seen such an emotional soul, especially after death.

"You're special... Death doesn't take away your emotions! ”

Tyrion's cold fingers caressed the closed eyes of the corpse in front of him, and he whispered:

"It makes me wonder even more why you are so special, why do you let death favor you so much... This kind of vivid emotion is really jealous. ”

The Death Knight's hands were placed on the shoulders of the cold corpse, and the huge death energy in his body poured into the body that had not yet been occupied by the void, and as the death energy quickly filled the corpse's body, Tyrion's will was also like a sharp knife, under his manipulation, it touched the surface of the soul.

This was the first time the Death Knight had used soul contact, and he was eager to see the memories of the soul in front of him, he wanted to see why she could still have such clear emotions after death, and most importantly, he wanted to examine this special soul in front of him to see if she was qualified to be awakened.

The Order of the Darkblade has no shortage of corpses, but he needs real warriors, and he needs them very much...

"Then let me see, ma'am, and let me see who you really are... Let me see if you can detach yourself. ”