"Bang"

The leader of the Lost, bound in chains, was brutally thrown on the steps of the shattered roof of the Dark Temple.

Irel stepped forward and bowed to Tyrion in front of her, and she whispered:

"By your will, High Lord, the rats in the sewers have been cleaned up, and we have found hundreds of shards of Kuaka that have been hidden, and after collecting these pieces, the Dark Temple's Void power will gradually dissipate, but it will take time."

"Well done, Iriel."

Tyrion looked back at the bound prisoner, then at the Death Knight in front of him, rubbing his jaw, and finally, he waved his hand:

"These fragments are useless to leave with me, Iriel, as a former Chosen of Light, you can invoke the dark forces within, right?"

"Just a little, in the same way that he once served Naru, the Void Power in Kara's shards can also be absorbed."

Irel stretched out her hand, and the purple-black crystal shards in her palm levitated, and the purple energy flowed between the Death Knight's fingers, like a snake with a will, and they were soon re-infused into the crystal shards.

The Draenei Death Knight tossed the pieces in her hand up and down, and she replied without concealment:

"But if you absorb too much power, it will make the soul feel the corrosion of the void, and if it is only used for a short period of time, it is no problem at all."

"Excellent! It seems that these fragments are still useful. ”

A hint of curiosity flashed in Tyrion's eyes, but it was fleeting, and his fingers flickered:

"Go to Ella and tell the idle gnome to stop playing her game of "adventure" and let her find a way to load the pieces into your weapons and armor, which are your unique powers, and you need to use them well. ”

"Yes, High Lord!"

Irel nodded, but the next moment, Tyrion's finger flicked on her broken horn, and the Death Knight shook his head:

"Call me Tyrion, you forgot again."

"Ahh Yes, Mr. Tyrion. ”

Irieldon grabbed his wrist a little stiffly, as if he had made a mistake, lowered his head in shame, and flicked his tail behind him at a very high frequency, this emotional death knight still stubbornly retained some habits in his life, such as becoming quite "shy" after making a mistake, which made Tyrion find it very interesting, and in his current life, this kind of fun is rare.

"Then go ahead and leave time for me and Mr. Akama, we have something to talk about."

Irel quickly left the rooftop, and the atmosphere grew gloomy again, and the Death Knight strolled over to the bound Lost, where Akama stood without saying a word, the Lost looking hideous and shrunken like the people he led.

But unlike the other timid-as-you-go losers, Akama's blue eyes still had a hint of their own insistence, and even after being twisted, his mind was still clear.

"Archbishop of the Council of Episcopals of Carabo, Akama..."

Tyrion sat down on the stone in front of Akama's eyes, his hands propped up, and he looked at the leader of the Lost in front of him, and he whispered:

"I'm curious to tell me how you went from being a tall draenei to what you are now, and how you survived the fall of Carabo."

"Looks like Irel told you a lot of things."

Akama moved his body, the chains that bound him clattered in the air, and he looked at the Death Knight in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, and he asked:

"Before I tell my story, I want to ask you, what exactly did you do to Iriel? The child's spirit and will, and when she was alive, were two extremes, she used to be so kind..."

"She's dead! Mister Akama, who died in the battle of the fall of Carabo, was shattered in her faith, her most admired leader abandoned her, and everything she desperately tried to protect was reduced to ashes before her eyes... Isn't it inevitable that poor Iriel will change after regaining his life? ”

Tyrion stretched out his finger and clasped it on Akama's chains, the crystal ice quickly covered the entire chain, and in the flick of the Death Knight's fingers, the solid chain suddenly tore, accompanied by the breaking of the ice, and smashed into the ground in the form of fragments, the Death Knight patted Akama's shoulder, and whispered:

"Look, what else can you ask a dead man to do?"

"Viren... Did he change all that? ”

Akama, freed, moved his wrist and whispered the name, meaning of it, hatred and regret.

"Alright, tell me your story."

Tyrion interrupted Akama's memories, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the leader of the Lost, and asked:

"What changed you?"

"It's the red plague... The orcs call them the "Red Death" because of the malice that breeds in this world, but I think it may be more because we have lost our faith! We lost the will to persevere, the Light no longer sheltered us, and after the end of the Carabo War, after the orcs left covered in blood, we came out of the sewers where we were hiding, and many of us went crazy when we saw the city that was set on fire, and when we saw the ground covered with the power of the Void..."

"The red plague also broke out at that time..."

Akama spoke of his past in a calm voice, as if it were not his tragic story, and he whispered:

"I tried my best to protect them, but it was useless, the double torture of loss of faith and the Red Plague was much more terrible than I thought, without the Holy Light, we could not fight against the Void, the entire Shadowmoon Valley was destroyed, there were orcs everywhere, and we had to continue to hide here... It's like a nightmare, and by the time we open our eyes, everything changes. ”

"So, is it the Void and the plague that are distorting you?"

Tyrion rubbed his chin, but his guess was denied by Akama.

"No, not exactly, the void and the plague are just triggers... It's more about the mind, the Draenei are a peculiar race, extremely good at manipulating energy, but also easily infected by energy, in our hometown of Argus, the Draenei who have received evil energy will become evil Eredar demons, and we, we are just another result of the evolution of this energy. ”

"Without the protection of the Light, our skin becomes saggy, our limbs begin to atrophy, some people cannot keep their minds clear, they fall into a kind of fear of losing their protection, their bodies begin to twist, and eventually they become a kind of monster covered in tumors, and that is the more tragic end, they are the lost... And we, we call ourselves the Broken. ”

Akama looked at his shrunken hands, and he whispered:

"Not only the body is broken, but even the soul is broken with it, and the poor man who has lost everything."

"Tsk, that sounds so miserable."

Tyrion replied dryly, then asked another question:

"So, you did all the corpses that were collected in the Dark Temple, right? Why? That's a big job, especially for poor people like you who are starting to twist their bodies. ”

"We have to do it!"

Akama opened his arms, his tattered bishop's robe spread out behind his back, and he said in a deep voice:

"I have to find something to do for my people, it is a painful process to collect the corpses, but it will remind them of the days when they were Draenei, so that they will not continue to fall in fear, let them keep their feelings and cherish their lives, but even so, every year, every year I have to execute many broken-willed lost people with my own hands, but this world is so cruel, what can we do but endure?"

"I will tell them that every day is a new day, that every day represents a new hope, that I will teach them to persevere, that I will teach them to endure, but this lie!"

Akama's voice became intense:

"This lie! I myself don't know how long I'll hold on to a lie... We have lost our faith, we have lost ourselves, we have lost everything... Sometimes I can't help but take up arms when I see my ugly reflection in the water, but every time before cutting my own throat, I think of these poor people I shelter... I can't give them up. ”

"Both Viren and the Light have given up on us, but we can't give up on ourselves..."

"Why don't you go to Viren?"

The corners of Tyrion's mouth curled, and he said meaningfully, "I believe that with Viren's good old character, he will accept you, even if you have become another creature, and maybe he will still pray for the Light to heal you." ”

"Bastard! Do you know Viren well? ”

The thought welled up in Akama's heart, and he looked at Tyrion angrily, and he asked rhetorically:

"You haven't seen him at all, everything you know about the Delaney is what Irel told you, you have no idea what kind of disaster Viren's cowardice has brought us! Oh, my God! I used to trust him so much! I'm so blind! ”

"He's just going to run away, and he's going to run away with everyone! When he can't escape, he chooses to give up, ah, great sacrifice, hell! Why didn't he sacrifice himself! ”

"Quiet!"

Tyrion's finger pressed against Akama's shoulder, and the next moment, the icy cold wind blew through Akama's body, causing his anger to freeze in an instant, and it was only then that Akama realized what kind of evil creature he was looking for.

"Quiet, my friend... I hate noise! ”

The Death Knight put his finger to his mouth and made a silent motion, he stood up and walked back and forth in the surrounding clearing a few times, and finally, he looked back at Akama, and he whispered:

"I can allow you to continue to live in the Dark Temple, anyway, you have nowhere to go, and to drive you to the current Shadowmoon Valley is to send you to death, but this is not unconditional, I need you to serve my Knights of the Dark Blade..."

"Another fool trying to conquer the Dark Temple!"

Akama told himself inwardly as he reached out to wipe the hoarfrost off his body, and he looked at Tyrion and said mockingly:

"It's all the same, loyal, loyal... You're not the first to try to conquer the Dark Temple, before you, the Orcs, the Ravens, the Ogre, they've all sent armies to try to take the Temple, but guess what, what happened to them? ”

"The Dark Temple will not give in! Just like us, no one can truly conquer it, and there will never be light shining in this dark temple that will devour you... It's like it's swallowing up everything it once was. ”

"The Grey-Tongue Deathoath will only be loyal to the Dark Temple itself, and we will not resist your orders... We can even fight for you, but we won't give our loyalty unless... Unless you can truly conquer this temple! ”

"Well, you're slightly mistaken, Mr. Akama."

Tyrion flicked his long hair, and said indifferently:

"I don't need your loyalty, that thing means nothing to the dead, I just want you to serve me and my knights, they are going to fight, they can't let them do chores all the time, from today onwards, cleaning the temple, maintaining weapons, making armor, and maintaining the circle will all be left to you and your breakers, I don't want to see my place as messy as a kennel, do you understand?"

"Of course, you can also find a way to collude with other forces to get us out, you can try at will, and being driven away only means that we are nothing more than that, but Akama, please remember that every attempt has a price!"

Tyrion leaned down and pointed his finger at Akama's heart:

"Actually, turning you into corpses can also serve me, and maybe it will be more convenient, I don't kill you just because I'm too lazy to do that, don't take it for granted that you live, and don't wait until it's too late to know how to cherish it."

Akama felt a cold force seeping into his body, which made him subconsciously take a step back, as he said, before Tyrion, many forces that tried to enter the Dark Temple had failed, but none of them were as full of unparalleled confidence as the Death Knight in front of him.

"Tyrion, Neozu is here again! He wants to see you! ”

Glokush's voice rang out in Tyrion's heart, and the Death Knight coughed lightly and said to Akama, who was standing still:

"I may have said a bit too much, but I'm sure a smart person like you should know how to do it... Speaking of which, without the protection of the Light, you are really weak. ”

He flicked his fingers, thinking of Neozu, a light darting in his eyes, he examined Akama, and finally, he whispered:

"Interested in learning a new power? Mr. Akama, this will make you serve me better, after all, good slaves sometimes need to fight, and maybe you can use it to be a sewer king... The King of the Breakers, that sounds imposing, doesn't it? ”