Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tyrion did not deceive Gul'dan, he really learned spells in a contest with the violent orc warriors.

This sounds incredible, but for a special individual such as the death knight, it can be done. Their soul and body are separated. Unlike ordinary soldiers who need to manipulate the body with will, the death knight is more like a soul pair. The body gives orders.

In this case, Tyrion only needs to think about the defense, and the body manipulated by the necromantic spell will actively make stiff defensive actions. Of course, this mode requires a certain preparation time, so it can only be used in intensity In a very low battle, once the battlefield is truly entered, this rigid form of battle simply cannot cope with attacks in all directions and will be easily defeated.

While releasing most of his energy, Tyrion quickly searched for the memory fragments of the talented warlock Durag in his soul. He resurrected him by devouring the souls of Durag and the old orc necromancer. This is Tirion's own secret, and even Gul'dan can't find it.

The reason why the first-generation death knight is a semi-finished product is here. Even Gul'dan, the creator of the concept of the death knight, at this stage simply thinks that the death knight is the combination of the soul of the orc warlock and the body of the human knight. Powerful knight wielding magic...

For Tyrion who has really seen the full version of the death knight ability, the concept is a bit shallow.

"Stupid weapon!"

The orc warriors who fought against Tyraon sneered sneeredly. At a glance, he could see the countless flaws in the death knight in front of him. His pace was slow, his strength was average, and he did not use the heavy weapon of the scepter at all. Waving the scepter with a sword.

"This is stupid!"

The orc roared and stepped forward step by step. He clenched the battle axe in both hands. The crimson light that represented the blood of the demon in his eyes shone, and the endless power exploded at this moment.

"It's over!"

"boom"

The tomahawk and the scepter collided, and the impact of two steel weapons numbed Tyrion’s hands, and this extreme power also pushed his body back a few steps. This is the opportunity that the orc warrior needs. His pace Continue to move forward, the battle axe waved, slashed **** the scepter, every step forward, axe was cut out, forcing Tyrion to keep going back.

From the momentum, the orc warrior has already suppressed the death knight, and he has fallen into a passive beating situation.

This is normal. After all, the Ranger will not fight head-to-head with the opponent unless necessary, and now the dilemma of facing the battlefield makes Tyraine not only avoid dodge, but also think of a good way to break the game.

This scene fell in the eyes of the watching chiefs, and they all expressed their disappointment.

"This is your war weapon? Gul'dan... are you afraid to make me laugh?"

Old Sword Dahl laughed mercilessly:

"The Fireblade clan, even a young warrior, can easily defeat it! There is no need for such a thing at all!"

"Don't worry, friends, wait a minute!"

The chief of the Dragonmaw clan, Zuluhid, with a bit of unabashed sarcasm, said with amusement: "Give Old Gul'dan some time, maybe he is thinking about how to cover up his failure."

Although Chief Orgrim did not speak, he had lost interest in this botched battle. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Gul'dan, who was sitting on the edge, did not say a word. Under his green robe, his fists were already clenched, his fangs staggered, and he almost roared in Tyrion's heart.

"Asshole! Do you want to die like that?!"

"Who do you think you are losing face! Fight back! If you go on like this, you don't have to wait until the battle is over, I will strangle you now!"

Gul'dan's snarling roar interrupted Tyrion's memory in his mind. The souls of Durrag and the old orc were broken into fragments. It takes time to find memories of the magicians' magic in these fragments.

Tyrion gritted his teeth and waved his scepter with his left hand to block the violent attack of the orc warrior. His right hand turned open, and the cold necrotic energy in his body exploded at this moment according to the laws of magical operation in memory.

"You...too noisy!"

"Are you going to fight back? Then fight back now!"

"I will call it... howling wind!"

"boom"

The dark energy converged into the throbbing cold frost in Tyrion’s hands. At the moment when his right hand turned, he was thrown at the orc warrior who charged in front of him. The frost energy converged into a broken ice knife, which was in the audience. Everyone's eyes widened, and even the chieftain sat upright.

Gul'dan's "war weapon" finally showed his hand!

"boom"

The cold, corrosive frost storm wrapped around the body of the orc warrior, just like the most terrible ice cube, only a moment of contact with the skin, so that his green skin showed frostbite, and the number was extremely explosive. The undead force of his is still infiltrating into his body and the blood vessels of the warrior, and the warrior has suffered great pain in an instant.

"what"

"Slap"

The warrior's charge was interrupted by this sudden pain, like being thrown into the coldest cave, his body became paralyzed, and he stiffly knelt on the ground, even the tomahawk, from The palm slipped.

Only in the first counterattack, Tyrion hit a real crit in the way he remembered.

"Humph! You blind fools!"

Gul'dan snorted, his clenched fist loosened, and he looked at the other chiefs around him tauntingly, he said in a deep voice:

"The battle just now was just to show you the excellent defense of the death knight...now, it is the beginning of his sharp attack! Open your eyes and take a good look!"

Although he said so, Gul'dan questioned Tyrion in his heart:

"What spell was that just now? Why haven't I seen it!"

"Sacrifice!"

Tyrion gritted his teeth and answered two words. The first casting process was unpleasant. Tyrion, who had never been trained to cast spells, exploded too much necrotic energy at one time, filling his body with one. A strange emptiness, and after that emptiness, a strange hunger rose in his soul.

This is the feeling that Tyrion has never had before, and he instinctively felt that things might be a bit off.

"Nonsense! The sacrifice is a flame magic simulated by magic and spells, that was invented by me!"

Gul'dan's question continues:

"It was obviously the damage of frost and undead power just now, this is not a sacrifice at all!"

"But there is no magic in my body at all! You chattering old bastard!"

Tyrion clenched his scepter, and he rushed towards the orc warrior half kneeling on the ground. The scepter in his hand was raised high, and his heart roared together:

"I can only use the energy of the Necromancer as a magic power...when do you still have to think about yourself!"

"boom"

The orc warrior who had just picked up the battle axe and was still in pain in the whole body had no ability to resist this blow. His entire body flew out of Tyrion’s scepter, and the hot blood was scattered. The orc warrior rolled in awkward motions on the ground before finally hitting the corner of the Colosseum.

The visual impact of this blow was full, but the orc warrior was not comatose, but propped up his body with a battle axe, staggering to stand up again.

Tyrion’s power is not a strength...The elves are not known for their strength, even after death.

"Ah, what a pity! Your weapon missed a good chance!"

Old Sword Dahl has been attracted by this quirky battle, watching the orc warrior stand up again, he regretted:

"If his strength is stronger, the blow just now is enough to directly destroy the enemy's will..."

Gul'dan was sullen and said nothing. The ancestor of the Warlock was thinking about Tirion's rebuttal. This elf death knight is different from other death knights. His soul is not a warlock who can manipulate magic powers and has powerful magic powers. As he said, there is no magic power in his body, and he can only use the energy of death accumulated in his body as a magic power after death.

But such a reckless attempt, the effect is surprisingly good!

Gul'dan narrowed his eyes and looked at the orc warrior's frostbite all over his body, and his dark red eyes jumped a little thought.

Perhaps using the energy of the undead to fight, this is the real fighting method that the death knight should have...

"Tirion! There is too little energy for death in your body, and it is not enough to support you to fight for a long time. Now seize the opportunity and try another kind of ice sacrifice to destroy his will directly!"

This time Gul'dan's psychic conversation is no longer as irritable as before. On the contrary, just like a mentor guiding an apprentice, Tyrion even felt a touch of patience and curiosity from it... Damn patient and curious!

"No!"

Tyrion held the scepter in his hands and faced the more violent offensive of the seriously wounded orc warrior without fear. He said in a telephony:

"Death energy is not enough again...only less than one-third left."

"Your manipulation of energy is too rough!"

Gul'dan scolded: "The caster should use every trace of mana with precision! If the sacrifice cannot be used... then change the magic! Tarongol should have taught you... use the shadow arrow! The lowest level of warlock magic!"

"Shadow Arrow..."

Tyrion’s ice-blue eyes narrowed his eyes, once again immersing his will deep into his mind. As the battle continued, the ranger found that the stiff and frozen feeling in his body was slowly disappearing, probably dead. The body adapted to the weight of the plate armor, and his movements became flexible again.

"Uh"

He staggered his steps, avoiding the sweep of the battle axe, the scepter in his hand waved with a roaring wind breaking sound, and hit the waist of the orc warrior fiercely. Armor, blood splashed in the air.

At the moment when he smelled the **** smell, Tyrion's breath suddenly became more rapid, and the hunger rising from the soul was like a shadow, climbing up his heart little by little.

"Damn it! What is this!"

Tyrion couldn't help but stepped back. He gritted his teeth to resist what was constantly coming from his heart. The kind of unprecedented desire for blood. This opportunity was caught by the injured orc warrior, and he rushed forward. After a few steps, the anger that accumulated in the pain erupted at this moment, and the roar jumped from the ground, holding the battle axe in both hands and chopping down towards Tyrion's head.

"Shadow Arrow! No, as the death knight calls it...death winding!"

"boom"

Between the chopping down of the axe, a mass of death energy like a small storm entangled in Tyrion’s hands, almost hitting the chest of the orc warrior when the steel scepter hit the tomahawk. .

This mass of death energy constructed with the power of the shadow arrow is just like the "Howling Blast" just now, full of corrosion and cold energy, but with the unique impact of the shadow arrow, like a heavy hammer, smashing On the orc's chest, he was thrown out like a stone being smashed.

The blood spattered in the Colosseum, pulling a shocking mark on the ground.

This orc warrior still wants to get up and fight again, but the dead energy ramming inside his body almost freezes and corrodes his internal organs. The completely opposite nature of death energy is like real poison to life.

At the moment when he stood up hard, a bit of blood wrapped in ice squirted out of his mouth, the armor of his chest was corroded into a big hole, and even the flesh and blood were blurred in the cold temperature.

This terrible injury took away all of his fighting spirit, with strong unwillingness in his eyes, but in the end he only collapsed softly on the ground.

Tyrion’s last blow squandered the last third of the death energy in the body. This complete emptiness caused the inner strange hunger to erupt in a moment, just like falling into the pursuit of something, he Shivering, he put the blood-stained scepter in his hand to his mouth, sticking out his tongue, and licked the frozen blood on the weapon.

At the moment of tasting the smell of blood, the pungent smell of demon blood in the orc blood exploded, allowing Tyrion’s sanity to return at the moment before this runaway, forcibly suppressing the abnormal hunger and thirst Go down.

"Pooh"

He spit out the blood in his mouth.

"It's a disgusting taste...but why am I so eager for blood?"

"All right!"

Gul'dan also realized Tyrian's restless spirit at this time. He stood up and spread his arms:

"My war weapon, go back! Your performance is over..."

The process of confronting the hunger and thirst of the soul was not easy. Tyrion closed his eyes so that he would not look at the pungent blood around the orc warrior who was falling in the corner. He was stiff, in the odd eyes of those chiefs. , Step by step into the channel of the Colosseum.

At the moment wrapped in darkness, Tyrion's body shuddered abruptly, and at the almost out-of-control moment, his arm was grabbed by another "companion".

Tarongol looked at Tyrion in an abnormal situation in the dark. He watched him in full battle. He became more and more curious about his companion. He helped Tyrion to the hall of the death knight. The quirky human accent, asked in the common language Shen Sheng:

"what do you need?"

Tyrion gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress his restless hunger and thirst. He said one by one:

"Blood! I want blood! Don't want that...contaminated blood!"

This request made Tarongol stunned, but then, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Okay! Don't pollute. Come with me, my companion!"

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