Azeroth’s Death Track

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When Tyrion returned to the camp, the war was over, or the two sides truce temporarily.

The entire hilly area was covered with corpses and traces of war left by the two sides. In some remote locations, small-scale exchanges between the two sides continued, and the war elites on both sides had returned to each other's positions.

It sounds a little weird, but both sides feel that when the fight is continued only when the casualties are increased, the truce has become the most sensible choice.

Tyrion also saw the chieftain with a bandage on his right arm. From a distance, this tall orc was full of gloom and anger. Obviously, he had not achieved his war goals.

"If my eyes are not blind..."

Tyrion walked into the psychic hall full of corpses. Although it used to be dead, this place was always full of people, but today, the whole hall became much empty. Tyrion turned his head to look around. Have disappeared.

This made his eyes jump:

"There are only 300 death knights left? Is one third dead?"

"It is said that they played terribly!"

Glokus, who appeared behind him, whispered:

"Blood Demon took the death knight to defeat the human mage, but when they were ready to expand their advantage, they were ambushed by the human paladin. The warlocks died 4 on the spot, and even the blood demon was seriously injured. After the death knight's offensive was suppressed, Orgrim saw that the situation was not right and ordered a retreat."

"Hey"

He let out a low laughter: "Humans have killed 30,000 people, and the orcs are dying almost 20,000. In this battle, Orgrim lost money!"

Tyrion’s attention was not on Orgrim. He asked another question:

"Paladin? The hand of silver?"

"Huh? How do you know their names?"

Glokus froze for a moment and asked, "The Paladins only appeared after we chased the mage and left the battlefield. You shouldn't have seen them before!"

"Because of this, genius!"

Tyrion’s finger ticked, and the dog tag on the human body wearing silver armor fell into his hand. The silver cross was engraved with the title of Knight of the Silver Hand. He stained this **** The dog tag threw up and down and turned to look at Glokus:

"Tell me about the Paladins."

"I also heard from others."

Blackhand lowered his voice:

"It is said that they were ambushing behind the human position. They were moving towards the right wing of the battlefield at that time. They seemed to be planning to ambush Orgrim unexpectedly, but they were accidentally broken by the blood demon and the death knights. Fighting with the Holy Light is itself a skilled warrior, and the death knight is just two extremes. The problem is that they are in large numbers..."

"500 people!"

Glokush gestured a separate palm:

"The number of death knights is twice as many as blood demon! Under the hasty battle, the death knights fled in confusion, and those resurrected corpses will be purified when they come into contact with the Holy Light. There is also a bishop-level priest opposite. For them, the **** offensive of the blood demon is useless. They can also treat the dying human soldiers. Under their leadership, the battlefield in the middle road was almost overturned."

"Blood Demon now suspects that someone has leaked the existence of the death knight, causing the human side to target us and specially arranged a targeted legion such as the Paladin. He is furious now."

Glokus smiled sarcastically:

"He just didn't want to admit his failure."

"How can the real death knight be suppressed by the paladin... death and holy light are indistinguishable."

Tyrion threw the dog tag in his hand back onto the body and turned out of the psychic hall. He didn't care much about these things:

"It's really waste, and it will only attribute your failure to others."

The purpose of participating in this war has been achieved, Karazhan's key has been obtained, and it is no longer meaningful to stay on this crisis-ridden battlefield. Tyrion feels that he should be ready to leave.

But at the moment he took Glokus out of the hall, a guy he didn't want to see blocked him on the way.

Black tooth grinning clan chief Reid. Black hands holding his arms, he looked at the death knight who was walking towards him in front of him, the whole body exhaled the cold breath of Tyraon, and there was a living man's instinctive aversion to the dead in the eyes of the black stone orc, Tyrion also saw Reid, but instead of stopping, he wiped his body and walked over.

"The Great Chief summoned you! Tyrion. Blade of Dawn."

Red says:

"Don't disturb the others, go to the tent alone."

After talking, Reid slobbered towards Tyrion, snorted dismissively, and strode away. This scene made other Death Knights secretly laugh. Everyone knows that Reed Blackhand has a hard time for these dead people. Understand hatred and disgust.

"That's your oldest son, Glokus."

Tyrion’s voice sounded in Glokus’s mind:

"Look at his arrogance, maybe one day he will die in the hands of a mad death knight."

"He is qualified to be arrogant and he will become the chieftain who inherits Blackstone."

Glokus said softly:

"And I will ensure that all this goes smoothly... No one wants to block his way! This is my wish to resurrect."

"It's you, Tyrion, Orgrim is not easy to deal with. Don't be fooled by his rugged appearance. An orc who can control the entire tribe is definitely not a reckless man, no matter what he asks you to do, don't Promise him so easily."

Glokush reminded Tyrion in his heart, turned and walked to his tent, watching the black hand leave, Tyrion urged:

"Look at the corpses of Serent and those rangers, don't let the blood devil find it, prepare the materials for resurrection, and wait for me to come back."

Three hours later, the night fell on the hills. After a dead battle, the whole hilly land was crying for the wounds of the war. Even the forest became quiet, and the thick smell of blood was terrified. In addition to the scavengers, the animals in the forest have all fled the terrible battlefield.

"Uh"

Under the silent guidance of the Guardian of Kukaron, Tyrion, almost integrated with the darkness, walked into the chief tent. He raised his head and saw Orgrid sitting in contemplation in the beating fire. Mum, this brown-skinned orc is as rugged as any other orc, but as Glokus reminded him, the beating light in his eyes was absolutely inseparable from recklessness.

"Taraion. Dawnblade, in the death knight of Talon. Blood Demon, you are an out-and-out alien! They repel you, you also repel them, but you have reached a weird balance, This shows that you are a capable and ambitious guy."

Orgrim focused his attention on the death knight in front of him. He grunted and said:

"Unfortunately, like other death knights, you lack loyalty to my tribe."

Hearing this tangible evaluation, Tyrion's cold and thin face showed a strange smile:

"Then it seems that the Chief Chief has been watching me, should I feel extremely honored?"

"That's your business. I never ask an alien to obey my orders like an orc, but today outside the battlefield, I heard that you and your apprentice personally slaughtered more than 40 high elf rangers, so I was more curious Is..."

Orgrim's bright eyes stared at the death knight in front of him. He said in a deep voice: "For your fellow countrymen, have you really lost all your feelings?"

Faced with this problem, the eyes of the elven death knight remained indifferent, and he answered in a hoarse voice:

"I'm a dead man, chieftain, I'm incompatible with the living, this world has rejected me, and that's why I just put myself in the arms of death... this is never something I can choose."

He stared at Orgrim without fear:

"I will be vigilant to you, I will be vigilant to all living people, this is my answer."

"Then if I want you to help the tribe to occupy your former country, how about the high elf kingdom Quel'Thalas you once sworn to guard? Will you obey this order?"

Orgrim stated his ultimate goal of finding Tyrion, and this did not deviate from Tyrion's speculation. He pondered for a moment and said softly:

"Then it depends on what I can get from it, and IMHO, chieftain, before you have defeated the Human Alliance, you have to think too much... from the current situation, I can’t see There is hope for victory in the tribe!"

"This is what I need to consider."

Orgrim snorted:

"You only need to answer, willing, or unwilling! As for your reward, the orcs attack the world is never for glory or loot, we only need the ground under our feet, we are only for a home that is enough to rest and recuperate. You can take everything away!"

"Then I'm welcome!"

Tyrion spread his arms, a glimmer of light beating in his ice-blue eyes:

"I want to belong to my own military power, like the death knight of Talon Gorefiend. The Horde will provide the materials I need, and everything will be led by me. Before fighting Quel'Thalas, we will fight side by side with the Horde , After everything is over, I will take what I need, yes, I also need the body of an orc warrior..."

"that is it?"

Orgrim looked at Tyrion with a weird look, not that the elf death knight demanded too much, but he asked too little, and in the face of Orgrim's inquiry, Terrion asked Nodded:

"That's it! For me, it's enough."

"You should be very clear about the rules of the tribe. You have to show that you are stronger than Talon. Blood Demon. As long as you do it, I can give you everything you want, even the body of the profane warrior who departs from our beliefs. And I can guarantee it!"

The chieftain stretched out his finger and swayed in the beating fire: "Before your power is strong enough, Talon. Gorefiend dare not trouble you! The premise is that you have to prove yourself!"

"Aren't you afraid of my betrayal?"

Tyrion asked back: "I am a high elf, maybe I still have my homeland in mind, maybe on the most important battlefield, I will fight back against Ge and steal the tribe's victory!"

"That only shows that the tribe needs more time to occupy Quel'Thalas! But victory belongs to the tribe, and it can only belong to the tribe!"

A trace of indifferent expression flashed on Orgrim's face, representing his strong self-confidence:

"It's just an attempt, and it's a joy to succeed, but there is not much loss if you fail, not to mention... you are created by us! Who will accept you except us? Are you slaughtered compatriots?"

"Well, you are a qualified leader."

Tyrion turned and left: "Bitalon. Gorefiend and Gul'dan qualify ten thousand times."

"I am happy to accept your appreciation."

Behind him, the Great Chief opened the map in front of him:

"But please don’t compare me to those miscellaneous things, it will make me think you are humiliating me... yes, Tyrion, you, have you considered your own destination? After the war, a dead person like you, Your final destination, the blood demon told me that he will always be loyal to the tribe and the chieftain. That kind of hypocritical loyalty makes me sick!"

Orgrim propped his hands on the table and propped up his chin. He looked at Tyrion’s back, his eyes beating with curiosity:

"I am looking forward to receiving different answers from you."

Tyrion's footsteps stopped, and the moment his body re-entered darkness, he said softly:

"You mean the best home for the dead? Let me guess. What do you really mean is that after completing a long-term wish, you can enter the land without any desire? Enjoy the eternal peace?"

The elven death knight stopped, then shook his head:

"No... that is the home of others, not mine! For me, death never means silence, it is just the beginning of another destiny."

"If you have to talk about home, then I hope... I can live quietly until the next time I want to die."

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