Azeroth’s Death Track

Frankly speaking, this is the first time a situation like yours has appeared even among all the stories I've heard.

Gul'dan sat in his meditation room, surrounded by active darkness, and in the corners of the room, there were all kinds of creepy decorations, just like the residence of the evil mage in the story, Gul'dan Dan succeeds in using his bad taste to reveal his inner evil.

As a warlock, cruelty and cunning are always the best virtues. If you can add some greed for power, indifference to life, and behaviors that have no bottom line and destroy all human souls, then you are completely Can stand out from the crowd of warlocks.

And these advantages, Gul'dan in front of him has all of them, and he is outstanding.

Even when he was talking with Tyrion, he was still holding a water cup carved with a special skull in his hand, and the green viscous suspicious liquid rippling in it was obviously not water or wine, God knows what disgusting thing it was. ..

But if you only look at the eyes, this kind of Gul'dan is actually acceptable. His dark red eyes are filled with the pursuit of secrets, and he is no different from a curious magic apprentice.

Your demon-eating physique, your soul that can adapt to this body, and after death, your extreme hunger for blood, and the rapid transformation of blood and death energy in your body...all of this, It makes me so curious, and after gaining insight into the world's biggest secret, your little secret also gives me a little bit of fun, like... a dessert waiting for a big meal.

Gul'dan's eyes narrowed, he looked at Tyrion standing in the darkness, coughed lightly, put down the water glass in his hand, he looked at him:

Aren't you going to satisfy my curiosity? Tyrion Blade of Dawn...

Facing the Reshaper of his severed life, Tyrion thought for a moment in the dark, and finally, he said softly:

I would love to tell you, but secrets come at a price, Mister Gul'dan, and there are never free secrets. Not now, not ever.

Ah

Gul'dan's intertwined fingers turned, and a small black soul stone appeared in his palm:

So, you're bargaining with me?

Snapped

A red flame appeared in Gul'dan's hand, burning the black soul stone. At the moment when the flame licked the soul stone, Tyrion standing in front let out a suppressed cry of pain. He gritted his teeth and tried to Supporting his fallen body with his hands, his fingers slid on the table, sweeping everything on the table to the ground, making a clanging sound.

The burning pain in his soul made him lean against the cold wall behind him, his fingers twitched on the stone, and even bloodstains were drawn out abruptly.

who do you think You Are?

The sacrificial fire in Gul'dan's hand suddenly disappeared, and he raised his head. Under the hood, the wrinkled, green, old face was covered with a vicious smile, and the broken fang on the left side of his mouth They all stirred up:

Do you think you are qualified to bargain with me?

Say it, don't make yourself suffer...

This is the first time after being resurrected as a death knight, Tyrion suffered the burning pain from the soul. In the dark, he looked at the soul stone in Gul'dan's hand, his eyes flashed Shan, after the pain in his soul dissipated, he asked in a deep voice:

What's this?

What else could it be?

Gul'dan raised the black soul stone in his hand:

No one knows where the souls of people in your world will go after death, but there will always be some mutilated fragments left on your body. This is the same in any world. Spiritualism can call back your soul , but it's not complete, death... stepping through death's gate, you have to leave something behind, don't you?

And as a warlock, we just need to quietly move some hands and feet on your already crippled soul, just like this!

Gul'dan raised the soul stone in his hand, and a flame rushed onto the black stone, causing Tyrion to let out another suppressed cry of pain, as if to declare his majesty, the orc warlock laughed:

You have to obey my orders. Of course, I don't need your loyalty, Tyrion, I just want your obedience. So, do you want to humble your knees? Or die proudly?

Enough! Put it down, I tell you! I'll tell you everything!

Tyrion let out a loud cry, which made Gul'dan nod in satisfaction. He picked up the cup again, and shook the viscous green liquid in the cup:

Speak, I'm listening.

I am a high elf. I have lived in the extremely high concentration of magical air in Quel'Thalas for 300 years since I was born...

Tyrion rubbed his forehead, stepped forward with some shaking, and said in a hoarse voice:

But in my parents' generation, even their parents' generation, the powerful magic power from the Sunwell was slowly transforming the body and soul of the high elves. During the long 6800 years, the high elves Some kind of change has already taken place in the body, and there will be nothing abnormal in the environment of Quel'Thalas, but once we step out of that environment for too long, we will...will...

Probably because of the pain from the flames before, Tyrion's voice was a little trembling and a little low. When he reached the critical point, the cup and the black soul stone in Gul'dan's hand were placed on the table. Qing, asked in a deep voice:

What will happen?

It will be... like this!

Tyrion's face suddenly lifted at this moment, his blue eyes were shining with blood, his right hand stretched out, and the death energy in his body rushed out from the palm of his hand, and there was a gap between him and Gul'dan. The distance was less than 5 meters, and the dark red energy was almost fleeting, hitting Gul'dan's body.

As the strongest warlock in the world at present, Gul'dan's fingers jumped the moment Tyrion stretched out his hand, and the four protective magics of demon skin, magic armor, shadow absorption barrier, and soul extraction were applied on With such protection, it is enough to confront a human archmage head-on, let alone a mere death knight.

But to his surprise, the death energy that hit his chest was not lethal. The moment it touched his body, the dark red death energy flowed in the opposite direction strangely, just like the guidance of the warlock magic soul absorption Actions, but not on the soul... but on the body!

Death Grips! The second death knight's signature skill that was restored by Tyrion in a short period of time.

swish

This unprecedented attack in the world caught Gul'dan off guard for a moment. When he reacted, his body had already soared into the air, and he was grabbed and rushed towards the grinning Tyrion. Gul'dan's reaction was extremely Quickly, with a shake of his hand, two huge bursts of soul fire hit Tyrion's body.

But at the same time, Tyrion's fist wrapped in death energy also fell hard on his cheek.

Feel the pain you inflicted on me! Offal!

boom

Gul'dan's body was thrown back several steps by this punch, while Tyrion in front of him was hit by the soul fire from the great warlock's rage, his whole body was wrapped in purple flames, fiercely He hit the wall behind him, and the incomparable impact caused the entire meditation room to shake violently, and a human-shaped depression appeared in the shattered wall.

puff

Gul'dan turned his head and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva. The broken fang was so conspicuous. When he turned his head, under the torn hood, the frostbite and fist marks on his cheek were Such ridicule made the vicious chief of the violent clan look a little embarrassed.

And he always has to stretch his body with his cane, and the tyrannical storm of evil energy hovers around his body, crazily corroding everything he touches, and his dark red eyes are beating with undisguised anger and insidiousness .

At this time, Gul'dan didn't have the old look like before, he was clearly an orc in his prime! His previous weakness and old age were all in disguise!

boom

Gul'dan stretched out his hand, and the tyrannical and violent magic power danced at his fingertips. Like a spider web, he grabbed Tyrion's body embedded in the wall and picked him out. In the green light, the ranger's twisted body was lifted up In the air, two-thirds of his body's bones were shattered in the impact just now. If it wasn't because his body was dead, Tyrion would have died again by now.

But even so, his soul also became weak and dim in the burning of the soul fire.

You...do you want to die that much?

Gul'dan stared at Tyrion, whose body was extremely stretched by the green light hovering in the air, and a cold blood flowed from Tyrion's forehead, covering half of his face.

Facing Gul'dan's questioning with extreme killing intent, Tyrion grinned with difficulty:

An orc... still wants to enslave my freedom? I have nothing but it... Who do you think you are, you can't take it away from me!

Hehe, hahahaha!

Hearing this unkind speech, Gul'dan didn't get any more angry. On the contrary, he let out a series of piercing laughter, facing the mouth that already had a gap, Gul'dan said softly:

Another idiot who thinks death is the end!

He flipped his wrist, and the dark green light in his palm slowly turned into a blazing dark red flame. This flame reflected Gul'dan's vicious face, and he said softly:

Soon, soon you will know, rebellious Tyrion... death is not the end, it is only the beginning of your suffering! You will also know how tragic it is to have your soul fall into the hands of a warlock one thing!

Gul'dan's fingers were beating, Tyrion's twisted body fell to the ground bit by bit, and his soul was pulled out of his body bit by bit. Obviously, for Tyrion's adventure, Gul'dan no longer intends to keep this uncontrollable death knight.

But at this very moment...

boom

The door of Gul'dan's meditation room was violently pushed open. The sound made the furious Gul'dan suddenly startled. His extended body suddenly shrank back, and he turned back into his original old-fashioned appearance. At this time, a slightly weird accent sounded behind him:

Oh, Gul'dan, my friend, don't be nervous, no one will reveal your little secret...

The premise is that you hand over this disobedient little knight to me...