Chapter 305 35. Followers of Death

"Well"

A deep moan resounded in the dark stone room, like the last breath of a dying person, full of corruption and despair, but in this stone room full of undead runes, it represented awakening .

It was awakening from a long dormancy.

"kuang"

The tightly closed sarcophagus was roughly pushed away from the inside, and the heavy stone cover hit the ground, making a loud noise. The next moment, a dark figure sat up from the sarcophagus, and he looked around in a daze , It seemed that the dormant dream was entangled with reality, but after a while, those pale green eyes became alive.

"click"

This slender figure climbed up from the sarcophagus. He lowered his head and looked at the black horniness covering his body. It looked like the hard shell left after an insect cocooned. Some places were broken, revealing the black shell. Under the skin, the fresh and smooth skin is like newborn skin.

The guy who woke up frowned, this action made the scabs on his face start to fall off, this disgusting scene made him close his eyes, and with the surge of more abundant and docile death energy in his body, from the inside out The cold blast from outside wiped off all the black scabs on the body surface, and soon, a slender and fit body appeared in the darkness.

With his eyes closed, he groped in the dark, and soon, on the table next to the sarcophagus, he touched the familiar armor. The sensitive touch brought by the newborn body made it difficult for him to adapt, like, like It's back to the state when I was alive, that kind of senses, straight to the soul, not the dry conduction as before.

Amidst the rustling sound, the black, delicate heavy armor engraved with thorns and skull patterns was put on his body, his fingers danced on the table, and finally he clenched the last sword hilt tightly, The slender body of that icy weapon contained new power. This originally heavy heavy sword was like a light feather in his hand. When he swung it casually, the whistling sound of breaking the air was very dangerous.

"click"

Phoenix's epee was inserted back into the scabbard behind him. He put his fingers into the gauntlet, buckled the strap, and then took a step forward. With the dim light of the spar lamp, the waking death lord opened his eyes, In front of him is a dark mirror, probably because it has been left unattended for a long time, the surface of the mirror has been covered with dust, and only a vague shadow can be seen.

He stretched out his fingers and wiped off the dust on the surface of the mirror. What caught his eyes was a face as fresh as when he was alive. Even the gray eyes had returned to the pale green of the living, except for the long gray hair. In addition, on this body, there are almost no traces of death left.

It has been infused with vitality again, but unfortunately, it is still a slightly tired and indifferent soul that dominates this living body.

"not bad."

Serent Firewing stood in front of the mirror, turned left and right, and finally, he nodded with satisfaction. The role of the life-binder's blood elf was better than he imagined.

The death lord glanced back at the sarcophagus in the center of the stone room. He withdrew his gaze and walked towards the exit. Before leaving, he took off the black iron war bow hanging on the wall, carried it behind his back, and strode out of the stone room.

It took him five minutes to reach the top palace of the Dark Temple. This new body was pure and powerful, and the agility weakened by death returned to him, allowing him to regain the agility he had when he was a ranger. And when Serente came to the roof hall, other death lords were already standing there, they were standing in the hall, talking in a low voice, and in front of everyone was the frozen throne.

Evidently, the Deathlords await the awakening of the Darkblade Lord.

"Yo, it looks like I'm the last one to wake up."

Celent walked into the lords, greeted a few familiar people, and finally stood beside Rogelio. This guy was still as silent as before, although he also recovered the same body as the living , but the coldness lingering on Rogge is still more like an orthodox necromancer than Serente.

Beside them, Luminas was discussing some topics that girls would be interested in in a low voice with Yrel and Queen Lacey. They were very satisfied with the more beautiful appearance and fresh skin, and the improvement of combat power , was thrown aside by these two guys who valued appearance more.

The two orcs leaned against the stone pillar behind them, as before, hardly saying a word.

The blood lords stood on the other side. Thanks to the ability to draw blood, they also accepted the blood essence of the Dragon King and did not go dormant, but instead had a longer adaptation period. Their power came from the blood, and To control this powerful dragon king's blood, what they need is adaptation and practice day after day.

On the right side of the death lords and the blood lords, stands the mistress Alleria, holding her adopted daughter by the hand. Dornan Dawnblade is looking at the knights around him curiously, after fully adapting to death. After the existence of spirits, children are no longer afraid, but have a strong interest in them.

"click"

An inaudible shattering sound resounded from the ice in front of him, like a muffled thunder, causing all the sounds to dissipate at this moment, and everyone's eyes turned to the throne ahead. On the surface of the ice, a crack has already appeared, like the frequency of breathing, it spreads rapidly on the thick ice.

Soon, the solid ice covering the throne and Tyrion himself was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and the ice-blue eyes of the King of Death who was frozen in it blinked, and soon, those broken ice Spread out in an explosive gesture.

But the splashed ice cubes did not hurt anyone. They were evolved from Tyrion's death energy. After the king of the dead fully awakened, these ice cubes quickly dissipated and turned into wisps of dark red The rays of light wrapped around the surface of Tyrion's body and returned to the source.

"kuang"

Lord Darkblade stood up from the cold throne, his whole body was entwined with unimaginably thick energy, the activated body became tougher, just like the container itself was expanded, and the death energy that had been condensed to the limit in the body was released again. Once it started to breed, this time there was no need to profane the magic seal. The moment Tyrion crossed his fingers, thick death energy wrapped around his body, like a set of armor bestowed by darkness.

And behind him, the closed wings of energy moved slowly, and then opened suddenly, like a shadow covering the sky and covering the sun, covering Tyrion himself, and in the next second, the King of Dark Blade Gathering the energy in his body, the wings covering his body turned into black light feathers, dissipating in the stagnant air.

"Have you had enough rest, everyone?"

Tyrion sat back on the throne again, his hands were on the armrests, his eyes swept over the people in front of him, and he whispered:

"Remember the future I promised you when we came to Draenor?"

"We will return to the place where we were born, we will reshape the world in our own way, we will avenge those black hands hidden behind the scenes of the world, for a great goal, we are united and have fought so far... .There is no need to wait any longer."

"The time has come! Everyone... it's time to announce our existence to Azeroth, it's time to make the living tremble, our era has begun, and the only thing I can't be sure of is... you are ready Yet?"

"I'm already getting impatient."

In the silence of the crowd, Luminas, who folded her arms, shouted loudly:

"Let's start, Tyrion! Take us back to Azeroth! Wash that world with death and blood, and build our dark empire!"

"Hehehe, I knew it."

Tyrion let out a deep laugh:

"I knew you were ready, ready for war! Let Khadgar begin to widen the Dark Portal, and all doubts will be answered in the war. In that terrible world, so many admirable people are looking for a Reasons that unite all living... let us satisfy them!"

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Draenor Continent, Gorgrond, the center of Everblooming Woodlands, the Grand Lich Khadgar, who woke up from several months of dormancy, stood quietly by the pool. The surface of the Niren ecological boat has been completely covered by fresh vines. Under the sharper touch of the archlich, under the steel shell, the powerful source of life has been completely awakened.

It was like a huge heart beating, and with that breathing frequency, the trees in the entire Evergrowth Forest were growing rapidly. In just a few months, the originally barren land of Gorgrond now has three One third of it has been covered by lush vegetation.

The power of life contained in the awakened creature in front of him is something that Khadgar has never seen in any classics. That kind of pure, aggressive and expansive power of life, in the magic vision of the archlich, It looked so hideous.

And beside him, there stood two mages, one tall and one short, both were living people, but their bodies were trembling and they didn't say a word. Obviously, they were in extreme fear.

The death knight Jor-El, who obeyed Khadgar's order, stood beside the archlich. When Khadgar turned his head, the death knight said in a hoarse voice:

"Tyrion has awakened, he has issued a mobilization for war, and the undead from the entire Outland have begun to gather... He is unwilling to wait any longer."

"Of course he doesn't want to."

Khadgar said calmly:

"If I had such a huge legion and caught up with the flames of war in Azeroth and panic, I would not wait any longer. Tyrion is a person who is very good at seizing opportunities. He made such a The decision wasn't a surprise, and frankly, having such a strong leader can be reassuring at times."

"Joe, go to the Hellfire Legion to report. From now on, you must become Tyrion's loyal subordinate, perfectly complete any tasks he asks, and don't need to hide anything from him. When necessary, I will contact you. your."

"Obey, my lord!"

Jor-El didn't refute anything, he just accepted the order like a real death knight, and then strode away from the Everblooming Grove, so there were only three people left in this flourishing forest full of distorted vitality, the three a mage.

"Long time will always make people forget a lot of things, but the light of friendship will not fade in the passage of time."

Khadgar turned around and looked at the human mage behind him, with a strange smile on his cold face:

"My friend Arugal, aren't you going to say something to me?"

Under the icy gaze of the Grand Lich, Arugal, the human mage who was brutally knocked out, and then fled all the way to the continent of Draenor, clenched his fists. Humiliated and anxious, he looked at Khadgar, gritted his teeth and said:

"What do you want me to say to you? Your subordinates killed my mentor... Master Ur has nothing to do with the world, he will not join your war at all, that slovenly old man is innocent, why did you kill Killed him? Why do you want me to live?"

"The Blood Warden paid a price for assassinating the Archmage of Ur. Ms. Nasa was injured, and 4 Warden recruits died in Dalaran. This is all because of your lack of cooperation!"

Khadgar said indifferently:

"Your stupid choice made me lose a valuable ally, and you have no idea what I'm doing, the Lord of the Undead will bring destruction to your world, and what I want is different from him... .You just need to know this! I took the risk and brought you back to Draenor not to listen to you reprimanding me, now, tell me, are you willing to obey me, or continue to be right with me?"

"Don't expect me to serve you!"

Arugal stared at Khadgar with hatred: "The people of Gilneas will never surrender!"

"it's a pity..."

Khadgar shook his head. The next moment, the sudden burst of cold breath froze the high-ranking mage Arugal into an ice sculpture. His angry expression still remained on his face, and the life... in his body The fire of life has been completely extinguished.

As if the Grand Lich had crushed a reptile to death casually, he turned his attention to the dwarf mage next to Arugal. A trace of curiosity flashed in Khadgar's eyes:

"Mr. Millhouse, as far as I know, no one in Dalaran has survived the teleportation of space disorder. You are the first..."

The dwarf archmage was pale. He looked at Arugal who was frozen into an ice sculpture beside him. He swallowed hard, gestured with his fingers, and said in a dwarf-specific sharp voice:

"It's all just luck... If it wasn't for your help, I'm afraid I would have fallen to my death from a high altitude..."

"So I saved you...Millhouse, you have to learn to be grateful and serve me...I will only say it once..."

Seeing the ice magic power shining from Khadgar's fingertips, the dwarf archmage resolutely gave in. He knelt on one knee and bowed his head to Khadgar:

"Okay, okay! I am willing...to serve you, Mighty Mister Lich."

"No! Not for my service."

Khadgar corrected Millhouse Manastorm's misrepresentation. He pointed to the southeast sky and said softly:

"It is for our master, Tyrion Dawnblade, the Lord of the Undead. Remember this!"