"Bang"

The huge and hideous, dark green demon guard wrapped in dark green evil fire fell to the ground, its stinking blood escaping in the icy waters around it, Glokush holding his black battle axe, he glanced back, behind him, the corpses of the orcs who had been resurrected by him, struggling to resist the demons chasing from behind.

And beside him, there is the bloodied Red. The Black Hand, the only orc still alive.

"Let's go! Can't stay here! ”

Glokush rushed into the darkness first, and Red looked left and right, gritting his teeth, carrying his blood-red sword, and following the unknown death knight into the darkness.

Red didn't know the Death Knight, but he should be thankful for him.

When he was cornered by Mavi, it was Glokush who drove the corpse to save him, he didn't know why this Death Knight did this, but for now, this Death Knight had good intentions towards him, and when he was with him, Red could feel a touch of familiarity, strange familiarity.

"Black Hand, come to me... We've wasted too much time. ”

Tyrion's voice rang in Glokush's head, and following the voice, the Death Knight could sense Tyrion's position, and he stopped running in the darkness, and he glanced back at the panting Red. Black hand, eventually, he shook his head.

"Follow me!"

Grokush changed direction and walked into the fork in the road in front of him, this time, Red could no longer hold back the doubts in his heart, he reached out and grabbed Glokush's cold arm, and asked loudly:

"Why did you save me? Who are you? ”

"I'm nobody!"

Grokush broke free of Red's arm without looking back, and he said in a deep voice:

"You're just going to be bored with me, let's go! No time to waste! ”

The two orcs walked through the dark palace one after the other, and in the collapsed tunnel, almost everywhere were patrolling manic demons, Egwen's seal seemed to have been completely restored, the demons could not reach here through the portal, and the demons trapped in it went crazy, and any creature that could move became their hunting target.

This dark temple has been turned into hell completely.

"Bang"

Grokush kicked open the rotten door in front of him and rushed into a large platform, and at a glance he saw Tyrion standing in the center of the platform, who was holding a watchman in an ambiguous position, as if kissing, but the corners of his mouth were still bloody, and the watchman's body was trembling in an eerie manner.

This scene was also taken by Red. The black hand saw it in his eyes, and when Tyrion's gaze turned, the orc subconsciously raised his weapon, and those blood-red eyes were really terrifying.

"Hmm... You've disturbed my eating, Red. Black! ”

Tyrion reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he let go of his hand, and the warden girl with misty eyes in his arms fell to the ground, and was held in the arms of Nassa, who jumped out of the darkness, and behind Nasa were three blood servants who had been transformed.

Tyrion's servants faithfully complied with his request, bringing him four companions, and the rest of the watchers had either been found by Mavi or had died at the hands of the demons, the last of them.

"Blood-sucking monsters!"

Reed. The Black Hand was a typical orc, and even in this terrible situation, he spoke a little thoughtlessly, and this sentence made Tyrion's eyes narrow into a dangerous arc, and Glokush stepped forward, blocking between Tyrion and Red, and he said in a deep voice:

"What about the others?"

"They're coming."

Tyrion's eyes blinked, and he stopped looking at Red. The black hand, instead turning his head to look at the passage ahead, he whispered:

"Gul'dan is there, I'm glad he escaped the demons, and this is the only way out of this hell, it's not easy to deal with Naga in the water, so we're waiting for him here!"

On the other side, the ogre Gugar stood in the dark lair, the shell of the flesh cocoon in front of him had become dry, turning into a real hard shell, and it was covered with barbs of flesh and blood, which looked extremely strange, but the flesh and blood dome was pregnant with a new life, which Gugar could easily feel.

"Click"

The black eggshell cracked a crack in the crack, a sound that made Gurgar's eyes widen, and the next moment, a green arm stained with disgusting slime reached out of the crack and tore the eggshell open completely.

"Whew... Whew"

Gul'dan breathed heavily, he hadn't breathed for a long time after accepting Tarongor's corpse to carry his soul, and only by losing something could you truly appreciate its preciousness, and when the damp air was inhaled into his nostrils, Gul'dan felt like a new life.

He sat on the eggshell of flesh and blood, he raised his hands in front of his eyes, and looked at it over and over, it was indeed fresh flesh and blood, full of power, and even the old wounds corrupted by the magic energy were removed together, and the whole person was pure as if it had just been born.

"This body... This... It's like a miracle! ”

Gul'dan's voice also returned to its former tone, the one that had been deep when he had not yet been tainted with evil powers, and he looked up at Gulgar, who threw over a robe with a flick of his hand, and the ogre shrugged:

"Is there enough surprise? (My brother, it's time to go!) Our destiny is not here! ）”

"I'd love to know, Gugar."

With a wave of his finger, the green flames burned every inch of his skin, evaporating the slime, he patted his chest, stood up in satisfaction, and asked in a low voice while wearing his robe:

"For our master, can this kind of flesh-and-blood manipulation of things created out of thin air be called great?"

The question made Gugalen pause, and the ogre shook his head:

"Nope! That's not great! (Flesh is a blessing, Gul'dan, and our master once sprinkled that blessing throughout the world, turning the warriors left behind by the Titans into fragile flesh and blood.) ）”

"The world is built on the greatness of its master! (The era of civilization is opened by the master!) ）”

This answer did not satisfy Gul'dan, and the robed orc warlock reached out to take the scepter of Sargeras handed by the ogre, he coughed lightly, and bowed his body habitually, turning into the appearance of an old dragon bell again, he shook his head, and the whisper in his ear became clearer.

"You're a sycophant, Gugar, but the master doesn't need praise, it needs action... Let's go, let's go and fulfill the great wish of our master to transform the world. ”

The warlock strode towards the cave exit, and behind him, the ogre's three eyes were fixed on him.

Gurgar could feel that although Gul'dan had been reshaped by the God of the Abyss with the power of flesh and blood, and he had accepted the belief of the God of the Abyss on the surface, in fact, the orc warlock was not loyal to this belief, and he had no loyalty at all.

It's easy to understand, as a warlock who has served the Great Demon, he's seen too much great power, and if the god of the abyss wants him to be completely obedient, then it's going to have to work harder to make Gul'dan see more miracles worth following.

This is a typical warlock, who does everything good or evil, but only the harvest! The reality is helpless.

Outside the cave, the Naga blocked the passage, the underground lair was already extensive, and the demons' fighting power in the water was no match for the Naga, these mollusks with bright scales were like real snakes in the water, extremely fast, mostly Naga warriors with tridents, and occasionally a mage with a staff appeared from the water, and they exchanged words in the ancient elven language from time to time, and their eyes that shone with a vicious light always swept over Gul'dan and Gurgar.

These two guys are not good at stubble, and they are not afraid of these underwater killers when their combat strength is restored, they are dripping in the dark, and the people who follow them have already died outside the tomb of Sargeras, and according to Gul'dan's calculations, if they don't speed up, the barrier left by Egwene will soon be restored, and once this tomb sinks underwater again, everyone will be trapped in it!

While the Nagas certainly had a way to the outside world, the horrors beneath the depths of the sea were something that neither Gugar nor Gul'dan wanted to try, and they soon came to the entrance to the tomb of Sargeras.

Gul'dan held the scepter in his hand, he could feel the powerful spatial power in the scepter of Sargeras, but he didn't dare to use it at all, the legion already knew about his betrayal, once the Dark Titan sensed his existence, he would be absolutely dead.

Warlocks never joke with their lives, so until they found a way to actually use it, Gul'dan used the artifact as if it were a stick.

He strolled down the stairs covered in water stains and slippery moss in front of him, and in the perception of his new body, he could clearly feel the change in the magic around him, and a hint of comfort flashed in his dark red eyes.

"Just by crossing this platform, we can..."

Gul'dan's voice was interrupted, his eyes were fixed on the figure in the center of the platform in front of him, the resentment in his eyes could hardly be measured in words, his fingers clenched the cane in his hand, the sound of clattering between his finger bones was remembered, Gurgar then ascended the stairs, and he also saw that on the platform of the stairs, in the direction of the entrance to the tomb of Sargeras, several figures stood or sit, dead blocking their path.

"Guldan, you're slow!"

Tyrion sat on a broken stone throne that had been moved from nowhere, and the cold pillar of light shining from the top of Sargeras's tomb hit him right in front of his throne, making his dark figure look a little blurry, and the only light that separated the sides of the staircase, making the darkness around him even more permeating.

He crossed his fingers and placed them on his chest, his gaze fixed on Guldan's resurrected body in front of him, and as he stood up from his throne, the dark wings behind him opened little by little, the deeper power of the darkness flipped in the humid air, and the two skulls in chains on the belt of his abdomen were conspicuous.

Behind him, Glokush and the Black Hand stood on the left, Celent and Luminas stood on the right, and farther away, the armored Roglio leaned against the wall, his armor stained with demonic flesh, while the two Blood Mages straightened their mage hats, obscure waves of magic lit up around them.

And the Blood Servant Watchers who hide in the shadows, under the will of Tyrion, have gathered around Gul'dan and Gurgar, ready to launch a deadly attack at any moment.

"Is your body a gift from your new master?"

Tyrion's voice was calm and cold, as if he were telling a joke that wasn't funny:

"Is it because you wag your tail well? Or is it because your screams are pleasant? ”

"Tyrion!"

Gul'dan's left hand was open, and the irascible evil energy rolled in his hand, and his dark red eyes stared at Tyrion in front of him, and he said word by word:

"How dare you appear in front of me? This body is pure and powerful... I'll use my fists to break every bone of yours!" I swear! ”

"Well... Tsk, the weapon in your hand is good! But do you really dare to use it? Gul'dan, are you sure you're going to summon demons? Over here? In this case? ”

Tyrion raised his eyes and glanced at the scepter in Gul'dan's hand and the evil energy portal surging behind him, this reminder made Gul'dan startled, and immediately withdrew the circle that summoned demons, and threw the Scepter of Sargeras in his hand aside.

His betrayal has been known to Kil'Gardan, and once he summons the demons, his whereabouts will be immediately revealed, and at that point, the demons roaming the entire Tomb of Sargeras will pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

One experience of escaping death is enough.

"No need to summon demons! (We still have a numerical advantage!) ）”

Gugal's shout sounded in the darkness, and the next moment, hundreds of nagas hiding in the water stream under the stairs rushed up the stairs to the platform at the call of Gugal, and in the faint light from above, those mollusks that were wet all over, but upright and two meters tall, covered with conspicuous scales, with fins on their backs, and holding tridents, roared like wild beasts.

Their snake-like movements brought a rustling sound, and they quickly surrounded Tyrion and his Knights of the Darkblade.

In the direct gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyeing eyes, Gul'dan stepped forward, his voice filled with a cruel pleasure.

"You're still a bad move, Tyrion, and I'll admit you've made an impressive Death Knight, but so what?"

He stretched out his left hand, and a ball of pure magic gathered in the palm of his hand, illuminating his distorted face:

"Here it is! This temple full of demons! This will be the hell you will be buried in! ”

"Everywhere you go, you can find small crumbs that smell the same thing..."

Tyrion looked around, tilting his head and looking at Gul'dan, who had the chance of victory:

"You've found new friends, it's good... But Gul'dan, I also have new friends, allow me to introduce you to my... Army of the Necromancers! ”

"Buzz"

The first glow lit up above the platform, then the second, the third, the fourth... In less than two seconds, the sky was covered with a dense mass of overlapping wraiths, each of them with hideous faces, red eyes, and an unparalleled hatred for the living, their eyes fixed on Gul'dan and his Nagas.

Thousands of wraiths appeared at the same time, covering the wide platform with a layer of frost that was visible to the naked eye, and those Naga panicked, behind Tyrion, the three lords of the wraiths clenched their weapons, their eyes were full of disgust for these living who disturbed the peace of the dead souls, even if they did not unite with Tyrion, as long as Gul'dan dared to step into the elven graveyard, they would also tear these living apart.

"Come on, enlighten me... Guldan! ”

Tyrion threw a Death Grip, grabbed the black Scepter of Sargeras on the ground, tossed it into his storage ring, and then reached for the halberd handed by Serent, the energy of death wrapped around the weapon, and he aimed his blade at the silent orc warlock, his eyes grim as ice.

"The scorched earth is littered with corpses, and you are about to be wiped out... Who do you think you are? ”

"You've been entangled with me long enough, and you think that if you take refuge in a new master, you have power... Escaping it all? ”

"Infatuation... Delusion! ”