Chapter 28 27. The Death Knight's Fighting Style

Tyrion didn't lie to Gul'dan, he really learned his spells in a contest with violent orc warriors.

This sounds unbelievable, but for special individuals like death knights, it can be done. Their souls and bodies are separated. Unlike ordinary fighters who need to manipulate their bodies with will, death knights are more like using their souls to The body gives orders.

In this case, Tyrion only needs to think about defense, and the body manipulated by necromantic spells will take the initiative to make stiff defensive actions. Of course, this mode requires a certain amount of preparation time, so it can only be used when the intensity is high. In very low battles, once they really enter the battlefield, this rigid fighting form can't cope with attacks from all directions, and they will be easily defeated.

While releasing most of his energy, Tyrion quickly searched for the memory fragments of the genius warlock Durag in his soul. He was resurrected by devouring the souls of Durag and the old orc psychic. It was Tyrion's own secret, one that not even Gul'dan could discover.

And the reason why the first generation of death knights are said to be semi-finished products is here. Even Gul'dan, who proposed the concept of death knights, at this stage, simply believes that death knights are the combination of the soul of an orc warlock and the body of a human knight. A mighty knight who wields magic...

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

"Stupid weapon!"

The orc warrior who fought against Tyrion sneered sarcastically. He could see countless flaws in the death knight in front of him at a glance. It's like swinging a scepter like a sword.

"This is so stupid!"

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

"End!"

"boom"

The battle ax and the scepter collided, and the impact of the two steel weapons made Tyrion's hands numb, and this extreme force also made his body take a few steps back. This was the opportunity that the orc warrior needed. His pace Continuing to move forward, the battle ax swung and slashed fiercely on the scepter. Every time he took a step forward, he cut out an axe, forcing Tyrion to keep retreating.

In terms of momentum, the orc warrior had already firmly suppressed the death knight, and he fell into a situation where he was passively beaten.

This is normal, after all, rangers will not fight their opponents head-on unless necessary, and now this kind of dilemma of facing the battlefield makes Tyrion unable to think of a good way to break the situation besides dodging.

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

"This is your weapon of war? Gul'dan... Are you kidding me?"

The old sword saint Dahl sneered mercilessly:

"Even a newly grown warrior of the Burning Blade Clan can easily defeat it! There is no need for such a thing to exist!"

"Don't worry, friends, just wait a moment!"

The chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, Zuluhed, said with an undisguised sarcasm, "Give old Gul'dan some time, maybe he's thinking about how to cover up his failure."

Although Great Chief Orgrim didn't speak, he had lost interest in this clumsy battle. He leaned back on his seat, his eyes narrowed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Gul'dan, who was sitting on the edge, didn't say a word. Under his green robe, his fists were already clenched, and his fangs interlaced, almost roaring in Tyrion's heart.

"Bastard! Do you want to die that much?!"

"Who do you think you are losing face! Fight back! If this continues, I will strangle you to death without waiting until the battle is over!"

Gul'dan's sinister roar interrupted Tyrion's memory recall in his mind, and the souls of Durag and the old orc were broken into pieces. It will take time to find the memory of the warlock's magic in these pieces.

Tyrion gritted his teeth and waved the scepter with his left hand to block the violent attack of the orc warrior. He opened his right hand, and the cold necromantic energy in his body exploded at this moment according to the law of magic in memory.

"You... are too noisy!"

"Do you want to fight back? Then fight back now!"

"I'll call it... Howling Blast!"

"boom"

The dark energy gathered in Tyrion's hands into beating ice-cold frost. At the moment when his right hand flipped over, he was thrown towards the charging orc warrior in front of him. Everyone's eyes widened, and even the great chief sat up straight.

Gul'dan's "weapon of war" is finally revealed!

"boom"

The cold, corrosive frost storm wrapped around the body of the orc warrior, like the most terrifying ice cubes. It only took a moment to touch the skin, causing chilblains to appear on his green skin, and the number was huge, explosive The power of the undead spirit continued to seep into his body, seeping into the warrior's blood vessels, causing the warrior to suffer great pain in an instant.

"ah"

"pata"

The soldier's charge was interrupted by the sudden pain, as if he had been thrown into the coldest mountain cave. The little half of his body became paralyzed. The palm of my hand slipped.

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

"Hmph! You blind fools!"

Gul'dan snorted, and let go of the clenched fist in his robe. He looked at the other chiefs around him mockingly, and said in a deep voice:

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

Although he said so on the lips, Gul'dan was questioning Tyrion in his heart:

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

"Sacrifice!"

Tyrion gritted his teeth and answered two words. The process of casting spells for the first time was not pleasant. Tyrion, who had never received spell-casting training, burst out too much necromantic energy at once, filling his body with There was a strange emptiness, and behind that emptiness, a strange hunger rose in his soul.

This was something Tyrion had never felt before. He instinctively felt that something might be wrong.

"Nonsense! Sacrifice is fire magic simulated with magic power and spells, which I invented!"

Gul'dan's questioning continued:

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

"But there's no magic in me at all! You chattering old bastard!"

Tyrion clenched the scepter tightly, and he rushed towards the half-kneeling orc warrior on the ground, raised the scepter in his hand high, and roared in his heart:

"I can only use necromantic energy as magic power...how long will you be so self-righteous!!"

"boom"

Just picked up the battle axe, the orc warrior who was still in pain couldn't resist the blow, his whole body was thrown upside down by Tyrion's scepter, hot blood splashed everywhere , the orc warrior rolled embarrassingly on the ground, and finally hit the corner of the Colosseum.

The visual impact of this blow was full, but the orc warrior didn't faint because of it, but propped up his body with the battle axe, and staggered back to his feet.

Tyrion's strength is not his strong suit...Elves are not known for their strength, even after death.

"Oh, what a pity! Your weapon missed a good opportunity!"

The old sword Saint Dar has been attracted by this weird battle, watching the orc warrior stand up again, he said with some regret:

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

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

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

Gul'dan squinted his eyes, looking at the frostbite all over the body of the orc warrior, his dark red eyes sparkled with thought.

Perhaps using the energy of the dead to fight is the way a death knight should really fight...

"Tyrion! The death energy in your body is too little, not enough to support you to fight for a long time. Now seize the opportunity and do that kind of ice sacrifice again, directly destroying his will!"

Gul'dan's telepathy this time was no longer as violent as before. On the contrary, it was like a mentor guiding an apprentice. Tyrion even felt a touch of patience and curiosity from it... damn patience and curiosity!

"no!"

Tyrion held the scepter in both hands, and faced the more violent offensive of the seriously injured orc warrior without fear. He said in a telepathic call:

"There is not enough death energy to do it again...Less than a third is left."

"Your manipulation of energy is too rough!"

Gul'dan scolded: "The caster should use every ounce of magic power accurately! If the sacrifice can't be used... then change to another kind of magic! Teron'gor should have taught you... use Shadow Bolt! That is The lowest level of warlock magic!"

"Shadow Arrow..."

Tyrion's ice-blue eyes narrowed, and once again immersed his will in the depths of his mind. As the battle continued, the ranger found that the feeling of stiffness and stagnation in his body was slowly dispelling. He was probably dead. As his body adapted to the weight of the plate armor, his movements became flexible again.

"swish"

He staggered his steps, dodging the sweep of the battle axe, waving the scepter in his hand with a whistling sound of breaking wind, and smashed fiercely on the waist of the orc warrior, the armor-piercing blade of the scepter tore the crude Armor, blood spattered in the air.

And at the moment he smelled the smell of blood, Tyrion's breathing suddenly became a little faster, and the hunger rising from his soul was like a shadow, crawling into his heart little by little.

"Damn! What is this!"

Tyrion couldn't help taking a few steps back. He gritted his teeth to resist the never-before-seen desire for blood. This opportunity was seized by the injured orc warrior, and he rushed forward After rushing a few steps, the anger accumulated in the pain erupted at this moment, roaring and jumping up from the ground, holding the battle ax with both hands, and slashing towards Tyrion's head.

"Shadow Bolt! No, according to the name of the death knight... Death Coil!"

"boom"

During the gap between the tomahawk's slashing, a mass of death energy like a small storm entwined in Tyrion's hands, and the moment the steel scepter resisted the tomahawk's slashing, it almost smashed out against the orc warrior's chest .

This group of death energy filled with the magic power of the Shadow Arrow is the same as the "Howling Shock" just now, full of corrosive and icy energy, but it also has the unique impact of the Shadow Arrow, like a heavy hammer. From the orc's chest, he was thrown out like a stone being thrown away.

Blood was splashed in the Colosseum, leaving a shocking trace on the ground.

The orc warrior still wanted to get up and fight again, but the rampant death energy inside his body almost froze and corroded his internal organs. The death energy of completely opposite nature was like a real poison to life.

The moment he stood up with difficulty, a mouthful of blood wrapped in ice slag spewed out from his mouth, a large hole was corroded in the armor on his chest, and even the flesh and blood became blurred in the freezing temperature.

This terrible injury took away all his fighting spirit, and there was strong unwillingness in his eyes, but in the end he could only collapse limply on the ground.

Tyrion's last blow squandered the last third of the death energy in his body, and this complete emptiness caused the strange hunger in his heart to burst out in an instant, as if he was caught in the pursuit of something, he Trembling, he put the blood-stained scepter in his hand to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked the frozen blood on the weapon.

The moment he tasted the smell of fresh blood, the pungent smell of demon blood in the orc's blood erupted, allowing Tyrion's sanity to return at the moment before it got out of control, forcibly suppressing the abnormal hunger and thirst down.

"Pooh"

He spat out the blood from his mouth.

"What a disgusting smell...but why, do I want blood so much?"

"alright!"

Gul'dan also realized Tyrion's restless spirit at this time, he stood up and opened his arms:

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

The process of fighting against the hunger of the soul was not pleasant. Tyrion closed his eyes to prevent himself from looking at the pungent blood all over the body of the orc warrior lying in the corner. , Step by step into the passage of the Colosseum.

At the moment when he was wrapped in darkness, Tyrion's body trembled violently, and at the moment when he almost lost control, his arm was grabbed by another "companion".

Tarongor looked at Tyrion, who was in an abnormal situation in the dark, and after watching the complete battle, he became more and more curious about his companion. He helped Tyrion to the hall that belonged to the death knight. With a weird human accent, he asked in a deep voice in Common Tongue:

"what do you need?"

Tyrion gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress the restless hunger in his heart. He said word by word:

"Blood! I want blood! Not that...contaminated blood!"

This request stunned Terongol for a moment, but then, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

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