Chapter 40 9. The First Friend

The so-called obsession is actually easy to understand. You can regard it as a wish, a dream, or something you desire.

For living people, obsessions are constantly changing, because people's desires are endless. When you get what you want, you will desire another thing. The so-called desire is hard to satisfy, refers to this kind of behavior.

But for the dead, obsession is a very important thing... Its importance surpasses everything else.

"Death is a concept, Glokush..."

In the middle of the night, Tyrion, who was finally free, was in a good mood. Sitting in his own tent, he said to his knight followers:

"During the few months that I have been a death knight, I have felt this concept more and more. It is beside you and me, and you can reach it with your hand!"

"hum"

A mass of dark red death energy surged in Tyrion's hands, and he placed it in front of Glokush:

"The body is dead, but the soul lives on. Because of the existence of the soul, the dead body can act again, but the concept of death has brought new changes to the body. We no longer need to breathe, we have begun to hate light and get close to darkness, We no longer need to eat, we no longer need to drink water, our way of life is completely opposed to the living! The body of the living is constantly giving birth to vitality..."

"And in our bodies, the power of death is constantly growing. I call it death energy, or death spiritual power, the opposite of life force! This is the source of our power!"

Tyrion looked at his apprentice, there was not much warmth in his ice blue eyes, he said softly:

"You have to learn to control this power, just like you learned to control the anger of a warrior before you were alive! It's not difficult at all!"

"boom"

Glokush imitated Tyrion and extracted the death power from his body, but as a former warrior, he was not good at manipulating energy, so after a while, it lingered in Glokush's palm. The death spiritual power in his body exploded, corroding his steel gauntlets to the point of disfigurement.

"No! Tyrion, this is hard!"

The death knight recruit took off the broken gauntlet and said with a headache:

"Every time I let my will control it, things go badly...it doesn't listen to me at all! It's like it's against me! And those memories in my head, they're like It's haunting me like a ghost, can you understand? Tyrion! It's like a living dream, as soon as I close my eyes now, those memories will pop out...they remind me that I was still alive While alive."

Glokush's tone suddenly became irritable:

"Beautiful air, delicious meat, and the smell of fine wine! Those smells are so real, every time I wake up, I hate this dead body even more!!"

"I can't breathe, the meat I eat has no taste, I drink like water! It's torture! Death is not the beginning! This resurrection is torture!"

"ah!"

Glokush stood up abruptly, clenched his fists, his gray eyes became flickering, and a dark red light began to shine out of them, the body of the death knight apprentice trembled.

The instinctive anger of the soul made the soul in his dead body become irritable, and the instinct derived from death drove him to loathe everything around him, loathing life, and loathing, which gave birth to violence and destruction!

He is going to be lost! The orc was lost in the void of death.

Tyrion calmly looked at his apprentice who was about to get lost. This is the daily life of a death knight, even the mighty Talon Gorefiend... And Tyrion himself had such a bad experience.

In the uncontrollable fury of death, that time he personally tore the bodies of seven death knight recruits and sucked the blood of three young orc psychics. Since then, Talon Gorefiend A new order was issued, and every talented recruit of the death knight must learn from the old knight until he can control his desire to destroy to a limited extent.

"Enough! You must learn to suppress your desires!"

Tyrion said in a deep voice. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Grokush, who was holding his head and roaring in front of him. The changing frost runes danced on his fingertips. In the next second, thick and cold death power spewed out from his fingertips. , like a heavy chain, bound Glokush in front of him.

As Tyrion continued to input death spiritual power, Glokush's body was frozen in place bit by bit, just like a real, crystal clear, frozen ice sculpture.

"Desire is not something for the dead! It only makes you miserable!"

Tyrion stood up and looked at the frozen Glokush. Death knights would not die from frostbite, so this ice sculpture was just a little lesson Tyrion taught him.

"The desire to eat meat, the desire to drink, the desire to breathe... What you can't get will breed resentment. No one will pay attention to the resentment of the dead, and that resentment will be blessed on yourself. In the end, this resentment will destroy about you!"

Tyrion clenched his fists:

"Don't think about things that only the living would think about! Accept who you are, you are dead!"

"Snapped"

Glokush shattered the ice all over his body with brute force. He knelt down on the ground panting. The harsh ice just now made his sanity return. He raised his head with ice slag on his face. He saw Looking at Tyrion, a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes:

"But it's too painful...I've had enough! Come on, kill me and end this!"

"Do you want to die that much?"

Tyrion squatted down and looked at Glokush in front of him, his blue eyes were like ice cubes:

"Then why not take your own second life?"

Glokush didn't answer, and Tyrion's questioning didn't end either:

"You still have something you want to do, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't accept Talon Gorefiend's call to wake up from the long sleep of death... You haven't done what you want to do, and you really want to just do it again Died? I also know you were awakened in the Blackrock Spire cemetery... Tell me! Glokush, my squire, who are you!"

"You still want to know my secret?"

Glokush met Tyrion's eyes for the first time, and at last, in the exhaustion of his soul, he could no longer hide:

"Well, I'm Blackhand, Blackhand who was killed by Orgrim himself, the former warchief, you guessed it... the warlock under Talon Gorefiend didn't know this, he thought I was just an ordinary I don’t want to die like this, I want to kill Gul’dan who abandoned me, and then watch my two sons grow up!”

"You know it all... Now, kill me! Let me go!"

"No wonder you're so different..."

A flash of understanding flashed in Tyrion's eyes. The reanimated death knight would often inherit part of his previous abilities. Glokush's pure strength and combat skills were too strong, so strong that he was not like an ordinary orc at all. The most important thing was Yes, unlike other dull death knights, this guy's intelligence is also somewhat active and abnormal.

But this cunning guy has been hiding this until the last time he and Tyrion scouted the hills and Tyrion saw Glokush shred 6 human soldiers with brute force in less than 10 minutes It was only then that he really began to doubt this dull apprentice knight.

And the truth of the facts also proved Tyrion's guess.

"Don't you hate Orgrim?"

Tyrion asked curiously: "He killed you with his own hands."

"Why hate?"

Glokush shrugged, a trace of calm flashed in his gray eyes:

"I was killed in the holy Makgolari, I died like a real orc chieftain, and in the 1 year that Orgrim took over the Horde, he did what I couldn't do in 4 years , he is better than me and more suitable to be a chief than me, I will not deny this."

"And after my death, after I calmed down completely, I thought a lot, and then I realized, Gul'dan! Gul'dan is the mastermind behind everything!"

He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice:

"He destroyed my world, and almost destroyed the tribe. I did too many wrong things in the first half of my life. Under the temptation of the power promised by Gul'dan, I personally destroyed the clan and the world I swore to protect , Therefore, I want to kill him even more! This is the redemption I must carry out! This is what I most hope to achieve!"

"But this body! This human body!"

Glokush looked at his human hands, he shook his head:

"It's too weak. I can't even defeat you now...Gul'dan only needs to hook his fingers, and I will die miserably on the spot."

"It hurts me to say that, even though I'm really weak."

Tyrion's face became indifferent. He looked at Blackhand Blackhand who had completely revealed the secret in front of him, and he shook his head:

"But because of this, you and I have to learn these things. You and I have to learn to accept new powers. As for the body, if you hate humans, I can help you change to an orc body if necessary, but this change Nothing..."

"Listen to me, Blackhand, since you told me your secret, we can trust each other. What I want to tell you is that the potential of the death knight is far more than that."

The words made Glokush look up, and he saw the light in Tyrion's eyes, and he sat up straight.

"The transformation of Talon Gorefiend is just a defective product of failure! Resurrection like yours, in my opinion, is also a failure! He didn't realize at all that we can use the death power in our body What a horrible thing to do!"

Tyrion coughed lightly, and he whispered:

"Think about it, the sword and magic of the living can't destroy our existence at all. When we wave our hands, the death plague that infects everything will easily cover a town, cover an army, and wait until they have suffered and died tragically. , they will be awakened by us again and be used by us!"

"It doesn't matter who is standing in front of us! No matter how terrible those enemies are, their numbers will decrease, and we! Our army will only increase!"

"Every time they die, we get one more! They are weakened by one point, and we grow by one point!"

"When we command all spirits, we can... oppress all beings!"

Tyrion's fingertips lit up with a gloomy light, as if holding the infinite future. He looked at Glokush Blackhand in front of him, and asked softly:

"At that time, tell me, Black Hand... mere Gul'dan, what is it in front of you?"

This description of the future did not make Black Hand very excited. After all, he was a great chief. He looked at Tyrion suspiciously:

"Can you...can you do that?"

"I can't do it alone! Our organization is just getting started!"

Tyrion said frankly:

"That's why I need you. Not only you, but I also need more people to join in. Our organization is very young, but only when we are young can we have vitality and drive, and we can start aggressive expansion at any time... Of course, this is a matter of the future, anyway..."

The Ranger stretched out his hand towards the former great chief: "Give me a promise, do you want to join? You are the first person I invite, you should feel honored!"

"What if I say no?"

Glokush looked at Tyrion, whose hand had already held the long sword behind him, and his tone became cold:

"That's a pity, your second life can only end here. Traitors are more hated than enemies, aren't they?"

"Then I have a question, Tyrion!"

There was a trace of seriousness on Black Hand's human face, and he asked in a deep voice:

"I still don't know why you do these things. I mean you have been low-key in the Death Knights for several months, secretly looking for like-minded people. Obviously, you have a big plan!"

"Is it important?"

Tyrion narrowed his eyes: "Look, in this terrible time, it doesn't matter what I think in my heart, what matters is what I can bring to you."

"No, I value your starting point more than what you did!"

Black Hand looked determined: "I have already met one Gul'dan, I don't want to meet the second one, it's that simple!"

"Well, if you must know."

Tyrion stood up, he didn't intend to hide it anymore, the secret was backlogged in his heart, and he really needed someone to confide in, and if this confide could bring him an ally, it would be worth it!

So after a while, Tyrion said in a deep voice:

"I am a high elf, I am very ordinary, in this era, I am an insignificant war victim, until the moment of death, I still believe that I should not touch fate, wise and safe... But I finally died, died He died quietly, at the hands of a person who is likely to become a hero in the future, and his death was insignificant..."

"But I know very clearly what caused my death! Living carefully in a strange world and keeping my own little secrets, I have lived like this for 300 years! I have had enough of this kind of life!"

"Why the orcs invaded this world, what caused all this behind your invasion, what those real big men who are high above want to do, what they can do, what they will do, I know better than anyone, I was I should be the greatest prophet in this world, but I didn't...Fortunately, fate gave me another chance...so I want to embark on another path."

He looked at Blackhand, he spread his arms, and in those ice blue eyes, there was a madness and madness that Tyrion Dawnblade had never had before:

"Death changed me, black hand, it awakened the wildest desire in my heart... I will raise my army and kill everything that should not exist! Whether it is justice or evil! I will make this unfair world Justice, covered with blood and death, climbs step by step on the ladder of dead bones, and finally stands in front of those arrogant black hands behind the scenes..."

"I'm going to use my sword to ask them, what do they think about my death? Why was I the one who died because of their conspiracy, and are they ready to apologize to me and bear my anger?"

Tyrion's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, his fists were clenched tightly, and the power of death wrapped around his palms, as if holding the whole world:

"Yes, that's what I want to do, I want to wrestle with this disgusting fate...!"

"This is my obsession!"

"Now, tell me! Join, or die?"