"So, this is the weapon of war I have for the tribe!"

Gul'dan turned his head, and behind him, the defeated and dying warriors were carried down, and he looked at the chiefs, who had been quite disdainful of him, and he said triumphantly:

"This is only the weakest of them, but it can easily defeat the elite warriors of Kukaron, and the scepter is not a weapon he is good at, in order not to let the warriors of the tribe die, I did not allow him to use the bow and arrow that he is best at, otherwise the battle will end faster, and it will not be enjoyable!"

"Our warrior slashed and slashed like crazy for 5 minutes, and he couldn't even cut through his armor, and he only fought back twice before the warrior almost died! Now, tell me! ”

Guldan's voice raised at this moment, filled with a kind of victor's taunt:

"Who is going to laugh at my weapons of war?!"

No one answered, and Tyrion was very clumsy, but he did win a landslide victory in the end, which no one would deny, but not everyone was willing to admit that he had made a mistake, such as Zuruhid, the chief of the Dragonthroat Clan, who sneered at Gul'dan's smugness:

"You may have forgotten something, Gul'dan... Let me remind you! ”

Zuruhid glanced at the pensive Great Chief Orgrim, gritted his teeth and said:

"The Great Chief no longer allows Warlocks and Shadow Magicians in the Tribe! But your weapon seems to be using the warlock's dirty spells! This is disobeying the orders of the Great Chief, what do you say? ”

"You're blind!"

Guldan's eyes were full of ridicule, the fangs at the corners of his mouth moved, and he stretched out his fingers and humiliated Zulushid who jumped out mercilessly:

"Where did you see my knight using warlock magic? Would you like to go down and check it out yourself? The Great Chief's instructions to me have taken to heart that the Death Knights are based on necromancy from crafting to combating... That's our orc traditional magic! Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot..."

Gul'dan's voice became even deeper and full of malice:

"How can the Dragonthroat Clan, who have been dealing with filthy and lowly beasts all year round, understand the difference between obscure magic, I won't laugh at you for it, Zuluhid, I swear... Hehehehehe"

This series of insulting ridicule made Zuluhid furious, and just as he was about to stand up, the Great Chief clenched his fists sharply:

"That's it! Enough, stop arguing! I am disgusted by your endless quarrels..."

This rebuke made Zuluhid obediently sit back in his seat, the chief was not blind to the success of the Death Knight and Gul'dan, but the more this happened, the more incompetent the Dragonthroat Clan became.

You must know that before Gul'dan began to study the Death Knights, the Dragonthroat Clan had been trying to manipulate the artifact they had found in the far south of the continent, but a year had passed, and there had been no progress in the research of the artifact.

Although Zulushid's Warlock Skullcrusher Nexus used the artifact named "Dragon's Soul" to control the Red Dragon Queen, he could not directly order the Red Dragons to obey his evil orders.

This means that the Dragon Throat Clan's efforts for a year have ended in failure, and the worst thing is that under the backdrop of Guldan's success, this failure is like a resounding slap in the face, so that his only remaining face has been wiped out.

But at this moment, no one is going to pay attention to a loser.

"Master Dahl, from your point of view, this... Well, Death Knight, is it valuable? ”

The Great Chief Orgrim looked at the Fireblade Sword Saint beside him, the skilled old orc touched his snow-white beard and muttered for a moment, and finally, he nodded:

"Their defense and weird spell attacks are indeed amazing, if it is really according to Gul'dan that they have super resistance to human magic, then there is no doubt that these 20 death knights can be used as ambushes in the decisive battle, according to past experience, humans always like to gather mages together to use, once the death knights can break through the mage's position..."

A gleam flashed in the Sword Master's eyes:

"Even if it's only a few minutes, I can bring the Sword Saints with the fire blade and completely defeat them! However, to do this, the number of Death Knights may need to be a little more. ”

"Yes, I see."

The Great Chief nodded, he turned his head to look at Gul'dan, a sparkle of sternness and distrust pulsing in his eyes, but in the end, he gave a new order:

"Gul'dan, you have fulfilled your promise, and I will fulfill my promise... I allow you to recall some of the souls of orc warriors, but the number cannot exceed 200, this way of existence of the death knight is a challenge to the faith of our orcs, after this decisive battle, I don't want to see the death knight still exist, do you understand what I mean? ”

"Yes, I understand, Great Chief."

Gul'dan lowered his head, a hint of mockery and disdain flashed in his eyes:

"They exist to break through the positions of the human spellcasters for us, and after the victory, I promise they will disappear as if they never existed..."

Gul'dan's obedience pleased Orgrimmar, and the Grand Chief clapped his hands, stood up, and said to the chiefs behind him:

"Everyone is here, so I'll talk about the next phase of the war by the way."

"We are going to flank the human army from the front and rear, the front battlefield is led by me, and the rear battlefield is entering Quel'Salas in batches in the name of aiding the trolls, I don't want to waste too much power on the land of the elves because of the trolls! Keep that in mind! ”

"Gul'dan, your Raider Clan, along with the Twilight's Hammer and Zuluhid's Dragonmaw Clan, will join the party on its way to Quel'Thalas, where you will assemble and wait for my orders to prepare for the battlefield ahead! Kilrog, I want your Blood Ring Clan to clear the entire wetlands in the shortest possible time and open a path for the horde army! ”

"The arrogant humans thought we were going to force our way through the Saldo Bridge and engage them in the heavily armed heights of Arathi, and they miscalculated! The fleet of the wetlands is almost complete, and we will rush from the sea into the Hillsbrad Hills... Pierce them in the heart like a sharp knife! But before we can win, the Bloodring Clan and the Blacktooth Laughing Clan must hold back the human army of the Arathi Heights! ”

"It's going to be a raid that will go down in history! Everyone, do you understand?! ”

"Yes! Great Chief! ”

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On the other side, Tyrion was defeated by Talon. Bloodfiend, also known as Tarongor, was brought into the halls of the Death Knights, and the other 18 Death Knights were all joined by Talon . Blood Demons, like human bodies, orc souls, they were once famous warlocks, and they are no strangers to manipulating knights' bodies in battle.

In addition to this, there are 4 old orc psychics left in this hall, as well as their apprentices.

The cunning Gul'dan has his own channels of information, and the Great Chief Orgrim wants to hide the fact that the Horde has no reinforcements, but he can't hide it, and he has already expected that the High Chief will let him make more Death Knights.

Therefore, a few days ago, the few pure-blooded orcs in the tribe who did not drink the blood of demons and still had magical talents were gathered here as apprentices of psychics.

Psychics are an ancient profession for orcs, and the only four remaining psychics have their own insistence, and the orcs who drink the blood of demons are regarded as blasphemy, and they are unwilling to pass on the secret necromancy to these orcs.

Of course, Gul'dan could have killed them, but the psychic was also proficient in soul magic, and he couldn't enslave the psychic like he enslaved other souls, so he could only follow the wishes of these four old orcs.

Of course, with Guldan's vicious character, after the production of the Death Knight army was completed, these four old orcs were dead... There is almost no doubt about it.

"Come on! Drink your blood, brother! ”

Tallon. The Blood Fiend patted Tyrion's trembling body, and he pointed at the brown-skinned pure-blood orcs in front of him in an eerie voice, and whispered:

"Their blood is pure... Drink and satisfy your twisted thirst! ”

Tyrion's body shook a little, he was already dizzy from the hunger that rose from his heart, but he instinctively wanted to refuse, Talon. Bloodfiend smiled and shoved a sharp sword into his palm and pushed it from behind.

The next moment, Tyrion, who could no longer bear the pain in his soul, stepped forward, grabbed a panicked pure-blood orc, and pressed him against the wall behind him.

"Poof"

The sword pierced through his chest, and the moment Tyrion's blade was drawn from the wound, warm blood splattered in the air, and the blood was suspended in the air like a string of crystalline gems under the manipulation of the last trace of death energy in Tyrion's body.

He didn't bite with his teeth, it was the behavior of the beast, and even after death, some of the elven habits remained stubbornly on Tyrion's body, and he stretched out his trembling hand and put the bead of blood in the palm of his hand and into his mouth.

Pure blood flowed in his mouth, like drinking the most delicious wine, and it also completely opened the door to the taboo.

"Huh"

More beads of blood were sent into the elf's mouth, and blinding blood stains appeared from the corners of his mouth, making the face that was still handsome, but already covered in death, even more hideous.

The hunger that rose from the soul was slightly satisfied, but the next moment, it roared in Tyrion's body, it was like a greedy and hungry beast, it was hungry for more!

As the blood entered his body, the emptiness in his body was filled, and the death energy that had been dried up was quickly filled again, and Tyrion's eyes, who had fallen into a bloodthirsty thirst, glowed blood-red, and he looked down at the young orc who was dying at his feet, his fingers gently hooked in the air.

The next moment, the burst of death energy spread out in the magical structure of the warlock's magic "soul drain", and landed on the young orc's body, causing him to jump wildly on the ground like a dying fish, but this could not prevent the doom from coming.

"Huh"

The still warm blood in his body was drawn from the wound like a long snake, split into three streams in the air, and swirled into Tyrion's hands until the last trace of the young orc's blood was extracted, and the orc beneath his feet was completely dead, and the corpse was shriveled and creepy.

Tyrion placed the orb of blood in front of his eyes, a flash of pain and disgust in his ice-blue pupils, but eventually, he reached out and broke it up, enveloping the air in front of him like a red blood mist, and the Death Knight, who no longer needed to breathe, took a deep breath and inhaled the blood-red mist into his body.

"Hmm"

He closed his eyes and let out a satisfied moan, and his pale cheeks even turned a blush from it, but soon turned pale again, like a real corpse.

This scene caused the other Death Knights to put down their work, they were all very powerful warlocks, but the special form of magic that Tyrion used was something they had never seen before, and they asked Talon. The Blood Fiend, who told the others exactly what had happened in the arena.

In the whispered discussion of the other warlocks, Talon. Bloodfiend stepped forward and patted Tyrion on the shoulder.

There was a playful smile on his strange human face:

"Really, I think the evil name of the Blood Demon is more suitable for you, brother!"

Tyrion had not intended to pay attention to this familiar conversation, but after a moment, he whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you."

"Huh? Why thank me? We're already brothers, aren't we? ”

Tallon. A false smile appeared on the Bloodfiend's face, and at this moment, an obscure consciousness sounded in his mind, his face became a little ugly, and he turned his head and tilted his head at Tyrion:

"Let's go, we'll just give orders from above, Mr. Gul'dan, let me teach you more warlock spells, he is very optimistic about you, but trust me, this may not be a good thing."

"But I can feel that you have a kind of disgust for the insatiable Gul'dan, and so am I! We might be able to be real "friends"! ”

Tallon. Bloodseeker turned to leave, Tyrion following him, and before leaving the hall, he glanced back at the withered corpse behind him, his fists clenched.

"While the apology seems a bit hypocritical, the... Maybe I should say I'm sorry, nameless victim..."

His figure turned forward, and finally disappeared into the darkness, and the question of self resounded in his heart, echoing like Huang Zhong Dalu:

"As irresistible as death, what kind of monster will I become?"

"Hehe... I'm really curious. ”