Chapter 29 28. Blood Hunger

"So, this is the weapon of war I prepared for the Horde!"

Gul'dan turned his head. Behind him, the defeated and dying warriors were carried down. He looked at the chiefs who had disdained him, and said triumphantly:

"This is just the weakest of them, but it can easily defeat Kor'Kron's elite fighters, and the scepter is not the weapon he is good at. In order to prevent the tribe's warriors from dying, I did not allow him to use the best bow and arrow. Otherwise, the battle will end faster, and there will be no viewing!"

"Our warrior slashed wildly for 5 minutes. He couldn't even cut through his armor, but he only counterattacked twice, and the warrior almost died! Now, tell me!"

Gul'dan's voice rose at this moment, full of a victor's taunt:

"Who wants to laugh at my war weapons?!"

No one answered, Tyrion's performance was very poor, but he did win an overwhelming victory in the end. No one will deny this, but not everyone is willing to admit that their vision is wrong, such as Zulu, the chief of the Dragonmaw clan Sid, facing Gul'dan's complacency, he sneered:

"You may have forgotten something, Gul'dan...Let me remind you!"

Zuluhed glanced at the pensive chief Orgrim, gritted his teeth and said:

"The chief has not allowed warlocks and guys who play with shadow magic to exist in the tribe! But your weapons seem to be using the dirty spells of warlocks! This is disobeying the orders of the chief, what do you say?"

"Your eyes are blind!"

Gul'dan's eyes were full of ridicule, the fangs at the corner of his mouth moved, and he stretched out his fingers, mercilessly humiliating Zuluhed who jumped out:

"Where did you see my knight using warlock magic? Do you want to go down and check it yourself? I will keep in mind the command of the great chief. Death knights are based on necromancer magic from production to fighting methods...then But our traditional orc magic! Oh, sorry, I forgot..."

Gul'dan's voice became deeper and full of malice:

"How can the Dragonmaw Clan, who have dealt with dirty and lowly beasts all year round, understand the difference between obscure magic? I won't laugh at you because of it, Zuluhed, I swear...hehehehe"

This series of insulting ridicules made Zuluhed furious, and just as he was about to stand up, the great chief clenched his fists:

"Okay! That's enough, stop fighting! Your endless bickering disgusts me..."

This scolding made Zuluhed obediently sit back on his seat. It's not that the chief couldn't see the success of the death knight and Gul'dan, but the more this happened, the more incompetent the Dragonmaw clan seemed.

You know, before Gul'dan began to study the death knight, the Dragonmaw clan was trying to manipulate the artifact they found in the far southern part of the continent, but a year had passed, and there was still no progress in the research on the artifact.

Although Nekros, the warlock Skull Crusher under Zuluhed's command, used this artifact named "Dragon Soul" to control the Red Dragon Queen who came to investigate, but he could not directly order the red dragons to obey him. evil order.

This means that the year-long efforts of the Dragonmaw Clan ended in failure. The most terrible thing is that against the backdrop of Gul'dan's success, this failure was like a slap in the face, making his only remaining face They were all beaten clean.

But at this moment, no one pays attention to a loser.

"Master Dahl, from your point of view, is this... um, death knight, worth it?"

Great Chief Orgrim looked at the Burning Blade Sword Master beside him. This old orc with superb martial arts skills stroked his snow-white beard, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded:

"Their defensive power and weird spell attacks are really astonishing. If it is true that according to what Gul'dan said, they are super resistant to human magic, then there is no doubt that these 20 death knights can fight in the decisive battle." It is used as an ambush, according to past experience, human beings always like to gather mages together, once the death knight can break through the mage's position..."

A gleam of brilliance flashed in the eyes of the Juggernaut:

"Even if it only takes a few minutes, I can take the sword masters of the fire blade and completely defeat them! But to do this, the number of death knights may need to be more."

"I see."

The warchief nodded, and he turned his head to look at Gul'dan, with sternness and distrust in his eyes, but in the end, he gave a new order:

"Gul'dan, you have fulfilled your promise, and I will fulfill my promise...I allow you to recall the souls of some orc warriors, but the number cannot exceed 200. This way of existence of death knights is very important for us orcs. Faith is a challenge, after this decisive battle, I don't want to see death knights still exist, do you understand what I mean?"

"Well, I understand, Warchief."

Gul'dan lowered his head, a trace of ridicule and disdain flashed in his eyes:

"They exist to break the position of human spellcasters for us. After victory, I guarantee that they will disappear, as if they never existed..."

Gul'dan's obedience satisfied Orgrimmar, the warchief patted his hands, stood up, and said to the chiefs behind him:

"Everyone is here, so I will talk about the war trend in the next stage by the way."

"We are going to attack the human army from both front and rear. The front battlefield will be led by me personally, and the rear battlefield will enter Quel'Thalas in batches in the name of aiding the trolls. I don't want to waste time on the elves' land because of the trolls. Too much power! Remember that!"

"Gul'dan, your Ravager clan, and the Twilight's Hammer, and Zuluhed's Dragonmaw clan, will join the team to Quel'Thalas, you must gather there, and wait for my order at all times, Prepare to respond to the battlefield ahead! Kilrogg, I want your Blood Ring clan to clear the entire wetland in the shortest possible time and open a way for the Horde army!"

"Arrogant humans thought that we would forcefully break through the Sardo Bridge and fight them in the Arathi Highlands where the heavily armed forces were entrenched. They made a wrong calculation! The wetland fleet is about to be completed, and we will rush into Hillsborough from the sea. The Ryder Hills...like a knife in their hearts! But the Bleeding Hollow and the Blacktooth Grin must hold down the human armies of Arathi Highlands before we are victorious!"

"This will be a raid that will be recorded in history! Everyone, do you understand?!"

"Obey! Great Chief!"

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On the other side, Tyrion was brought into the hall of death knights by Talon Gorefiend, who changed his name and surname. The other 18 death knights were human like Talon Goregore. , the soul of the orc, they used to be well-known warlocks, and they are no strangers to manipulating the body of a knight to fight.

In addition, there are four remaining old orc psychics and their apprentices in this hall.

The cunning Gul'dan has his own information channels. The chief Orgrim wants to hide the fact that the Horde has no reinforcements, but he can't hide it from Gul'dan. He has expected that the chief will let him make more death knights.

Therefore, a few days ago, the rare pure-blooded orcs in the tribe who had not drank the blood of the devil and had magical talents were gathered here as apprentices of the psychic.

Necromancers are an ancient profession for orcs, and the only four remaining psychics have their own insistence. Orcs who drink the blood of demons are regarded as blasphemy by them, and they are unwilling to teach these orcs the secret necromancy magic.

Of course Gul'dan can kill them, but the psychic is also proficient in soul magic. He can't enslave the psychic like other souls, so he can only follow the wishes of these 4 old orcs.

Of course, with Gul'dan's sinister character, the four old orcs were dead after the death knight army was made... there's almost no doubt about it.

"Come on! Drink your blood, brother!"

Talon Gorefiend patted Tyrion's trembling body, pointed at the brown-skinned pure-blood orcs in front of him with a strange voice, and whispered:

"Their blood is pure...drink and satisfy your twisted hunger!"

Tyrion's body shook, he was already dizzy from the rising hunger and thirst in his heart, but he instinctively wanted to refuse, Talon Gorefiend smiled and stuffed a sharp long sword into his palm , pushed from behind.

The next moment, Tyrion, who could no longer endure the pain in his soul, took a step forward, grabbed a panicked pure-blooded orc, and pushed him against the wall behind him.

"puff"

The long sword passed through the chest, and at the moment Tyrion's sharp blade was drawn from the wound, warm blood splashed in the air, and the blood was suspended in the air under the manipulation of the last trace of death energy in Tyrion's body, Like a string of crystal clear gems.

He didn't bite with his teeth, that's the behavior of a beast. Even after death, some elves' habits still stubbornly remained on Tyrion's body. He stretched out his trembling hand and put the blood bead on his palm , into the mouth.

Pure blood flowed from his mouth, like drinking the most delicious wine, and completely opened the taboo door.

"swish"

More blood drops were sent into the elf's mouth, and the glaring blood stains appeared from the corner of his mouth, making this face that was still handsome but covered in death even more hideous.

The hunger rising from the soul was slightly satisfied, but the next moment, it roared in Tyrion's body, like a greedy and hungry beast, it was longing for more!

With the blood entering the body, the emptiness in the body was filled, and the dead energy that had already dried up was filled up again quickly. Tyrion, who had fallen into a bloodthirsty desire, had a blood-red light in his eyes, and he looked down at his feet The young orc who was on the verge of death, his fingers hooked lightly in the air.

The next moment, the overflowing death energy circulated through the magical structure of the warlock magic "soul absorption", and landed on the body of the young orc, making him jump crazily on the ground like a dying fish, but This cannot prevent the arrival of bad luck.

"swish"

The warm blood in his body was sucked out from the wound like a long snake, divided into three in the air, and spun into Tyrion's hand, until the last trace of the young orc's blood was sucked clean, and the blood under his feet The orc had completely lost its life, and the shriveled corpse made people feel creepy.

Tyrion put the ball of blood in front of his eyes, a trace of pain and disgust flashed in his icy blue pupils, but in the end, he stretched out his hand to disperse it, covering the air in front of his eyes like a red mist of blood , The death knight who no longer needed to breathe took a deep breath, and inhaled all the blood-red mist into his body.

"Well"

He closed his eyes and let out a contented moan, his pale cheeks even flushed red, but soon became pale again, just like a real corpse.

This scene caused other death knights to put down their work. They are all very powerful warlocks, but the special magic form used by Tyrion was something they had never seen before. They asked Talon The Gorefiend, the latter told others exactly what happened in the arena.

Amid the whispered discussions among the other warlocks, Talon Gorefiend stepped forward and patted Tyrion on the shoulder.

On his weird human face, there was a playful smile:

"Really, I think the evil name of Blood Demon is more suitable for you, brother!"

Facing this kind of familiar conversation, Tyrion originally didn't intend to pay attention to it, but after a while, he still whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you."

"Huh? Why are you thanking me? We're brothers already, aren't we?"

A false smile appeared on Talon Gorefiend's face, and at this moment, an obscure consciousness sounded in his mind, his face became ugly, and he turned his head to Tyrion and tilted his head:

"Let's go, Mr. Gul'dan, we will only give orders from above, let me teach you more warlock spells, he is very optimistic about you, but believe me, this may not be a good thing."

"But I can sense that you have an aversion to the insatiable Gul'dan, what a coincidence, so do I! Maybe we can become real "friends"!"

Talon Gorefiend turned and left, and Tyrion followed behind him. Before leaving the hall, he glanced back at the withered corpse behind him and clenched his fists.

"Although the apology seems a bit hypocritical, but... maybe I should say sorry, nameless victim..."

His figure turned to the front, and finally disappeared into the darkness. Self-questioning sounded in his heart, echoing like Huang Zhong Dalu:

"As irresistible as death, what kind of monster will I become?"

"Hehe... I'm really curious."