Chapter 45 14. Parting Ways

By the time Tyrion returned to the camp, the war was over, or rather, a temporary truce between the two sides.

The entire range of hills is covered with corpses and traces of war left by both sides. In some remote locations, small-scale exchanges of fire between the two sides are still continuing, and the war elites of both sides have returned to each other's positions.

It sounds unbelievable, but when both sides feel that continuing to fight will only increase casualties, a truce becomes the most rational choice.

Tyrion also saw the great chief whose right arm was wrapped in a bandage. Looking from a distance, this tall orc was full of gloom and anger. Obviously, he had not achieved his war goal.

"If my eyes weren't blind..."

Tyrion walked into the psychic hall full of corpses. Although it was dead silent in the past, this place was always crowded with people. But today, the whole hall has become much empty. Tyrion turned his head and saw many familiar people. faces are gone.

This made his eyes jump:

"300 death knights, that's all left? A third of them are dead?"

"It is said that they fought badly!"

Glokush, who appeared behind him, whispered:

"The blood demon led the death knights to defeat the human mages, but just when they were about to expand their advantage, they were ambushed by the human paladins. Four of the great warlocks died on the spot, and even the blood demon was seriously injured. After the death knight's offensive was suppressed, Orgrim saw that the situation was not right, so he ordered to retreat."

"hey-hey"

He let out a deep laugh: "30,000 humans died, and nearly 20,000 orcs died. Orgrim suffered a big loss in this battle!"

Tyrion's attention was not on Orgrim, and he asked another question:

"Paladin? The Silver Hand?"

"Huh? How do you know their names?"

Glokush froze for a moment, and asked back: "The paladins only appeared after we chased that mage out of the battlefield. You probably haven't seen them before!"

"Because of this, genius!"

Tyrion hooked his fingers, and the dog tag on the human corpse wearing silver armor fell into his hands. The silver cross was engraved with the title of Knights of the Silver Hand. Tossing the dog tag up and down, he turned to look at Glokush:

"Tell me about those paladins."

"I heard it from other people, too."

The black hand lowered his voice:

"It is said that they were lying in ambush behind the human position, and they were heading towards the right flank of the battlefield. They seemed to be planning to ambush Orgrim by surprise, but they were accidentally smashed by the Gorefiend and the death knights, so they had a big fight. Using the Holy Light to fight, you are still a skilled fighter, and the death knights are just two extremes, the problem is that there are so many of them..."

"500 people!"

Glokush gestured with a split palm:

"The number is twice as many as the blood demon's death knights! Under the hasty battle, the death knights were beaten and fled in embarrassment. Those resurrected corpses will be purified when they come into contact with the holy light. There is also a bishop-level priest on the opposite side. For them, the crowd attack that Gorefiend is good at is useless at all, they can also heal those dying human soldiers, and under their leadership, the middle battlefield was almost overturned."

"The Gorefiend now suspects that someone leaked the existence of the death knight, causing the human side to target us and specially arrange a targeted legion of paladins. He is furious now."

Glokush smiled mockingly:

"He just didn't want to admit his failure."

"How can a real death knight be suppressed by a paladin... Death and holy light are equal."

Tyrion threw the dog tag back on the corpse, turned around and walked out of the psychic hall, he didn't care much about these things:

"It's a piece of trash who always blames other people for his failures."

The purpose of participating in this war has been achieved, the key to Karazhan has been obtained, and it is meaningless to stay on this dangerous battlefield. Tyrion feels that he should be ready to leave.

But the moment he walked out of the hall with Glokush, a guy he really didn't want to see stood in his way.

Red, the chief of the Blacktooth Grinning Clan, folded his arms. He looked at the death knight walking towards him, Tyrion, who was exuding a cold aura, and the black stone orc's eyes showed the instinctive disgust of the living towards the dead. Tyrion also saw Red, but he didn't stop, but walked past his body.

"The warchief summons you! Tyrion Dawnblade."

Red said:

"Don't disturb the others, go to the tent alone."

After finishing speaking, Red spat at Tyrion, snorted disdainfully, and strode away. This scene made the other death knights laugh secretly. Everyone knows that Red Blackhand has a hard time for dead people like them. Understand the hate and loathing.

"That's your eldest son, Glokush."

Tyrion's voice rang in Glokush's mind:

"Look at his arrogance, maybe one day he will die at the hands of a crazy death knight."

"He is qualified to be arrogant, and he will become the chieftain who will inherit Blackstone."

Glokush said softly:

"And I'll make sure it all goes smoothly...no one will get in his way! That's my resurrection wish."

"On the contrary, you, Tyrion, Orgrim is not easy to deal with. Don't be fooled by his rough appearance. An orc who can control the entire tribe is absolutely impossible to be a reckless man. No matter what he asks you to do, don't So easily agree to him."

Glokush reminded Tyrion in his heart, turned around and walked towards his tent. Seeing the black hand leave, Tyrion exhorted:

"Keep an eye on the corpses of Serente and those rangers. Don't let the gorefiend find out. Prepare the resurrection materials and wait for me to come back."

Three hours later, night fell on the hills. After a deadly battle, the entire hills and land were weeping for the wounds of the war. Even the forest became quiet, and the strong smell of blood was frightening. All the animals in the forest, except those scavengers, have all fled this terrible battlefield.

"swish"

Under the silent guidance of the Kor'kron guards, Tyrion, who was almost integrated into the darkness, walked into the tent of the war chief. When he raised his head, he saw Ogrion sitting in the dancing firelight and meditating. Tom, the brown-skinned orc was as rough as the others, but as Glokush reminded him, there was nothing reckless about the gleam in his eyes.

"Tyrion Dawn Blade, in Talon Gorefiend's Death Knights, you are an outlier! They reject you, and you reject them, but you have reached a strange balance, This shows that you are a capable and ambitious guy."

Orgrim put his eyes on the death knight in front of him, he snorted, and said:

"It's a pity that you, like other death knights, lack loyalty to my tribe."

Hearing this realistic evaluation, Tyrion showed a strange smile on his cold and thin face:

"So it seems that the chief has been observing me, shouldn't I feel extremely honored?"

"That's your business. I never ask a foreigner to obey my orders like an orc, but today outside the battlefield, I heard that you and your apprentices slaughtered more than 40 high elf rangers with your own hands, so I am even more curious The thing is..."

Orgrim stared at the death knight in front of him with bright eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Have you really lost all affection for your former compatriots?"

Facing this question, the elf death knight's eyes remained indifferent, and he replied in a hoarse voice:

"I am a dead man, Great Chief. I am incompatible with the living. This world has rejected me. Because of this, I have thrown myself into the arms of death... It was never something I could choose."

He stared at Orgrim without fear:

"I will be vigilant against you, I will be vigilant against all living people, this is my answer."

"And what if I asked you to help the Horde occupy your former country, the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas that you swore to defend? Will you obey this order?"

Orgrim stated his ultimate purpose of finding Tyrion, and this did not go away from Tyrion's guess. He pondered for a moment and said softly:

"That depends on what I can get out of it, and with all due respect, Chief, you may have thought too much before defeating the Human Alliance... Judging from the current situation, I can't see There is hope for victory in the Horde!"

"That's something I need to think about."

Orgrim snorted:

"You just need to answer, yes, or not! As for your reward, the orcs have never attacked this world for glory or trophies. We only want the ground under our feet. We just want to get a home that is enough to rest and live. Besides, You can take anything!"

"Then I won't be polite!"

Tyrion spread his arms, a dim light danced in his icy blue eyes:

"I want my own military force, just like Talon Gorefiend's Death Knights. The Horde will supply the supplies I need, and I will lead everything. Before we take down Quel'Thalas, we will fight side by side with the Horde , after everything is over, I will take what I need, by the way, I also need the body of an orc warrior..."

"that is it?"

Orgrim looked at Tyrion with a weird look. It wasn't that the elf death knight in front of him asked too much, but that he asked too little. Facing Orgrim's inquiry, Tyrion clicked nodded:

"That's it! For me, that's enough."

"You should be very clear about the rules of the tribe. You have to show that you are stronger than Talon Gorefiend. As long as you do it, I will give you everything you want, even the remains of blasphemy warriors who deviate from our beliefs." , and I can guarantee it!"

The great chief stretched out his finger and waved it in the dancing flames: "Until your power is strong enough, Talon Gorefiend dare not trouble you! The premise is that you have to prove yourself!"

"Aren't you afraid of my betrayal?"

Tyrion asked back: "I am a high elf, maybe I still have my homeland in my heart, maybe on the most important battlefield, I will fight back and steal the victory of the Horde!"

"That only shows that the Horde needs to spend more time to occupy Quel'Thalas! But victory belongs to the Horde, and only to the Horde!"

A look of indifference flashed across Orgrim's face, representing his strong self-confidence:

"It's just an attempt. I'm happy if I succeed, but I won't lose too much if I fail. What's more...you were created by us! Who will accept you except us? The compatriots you slaughtered?"

"Well, you are a qualified leader."

Tyrion turned and left: "Ten thousand times more qualified than Talon Gorefiend and Gul'dan."

"I would gladly accept your compliment."

Behind him, the chief turned over the map in front of him:

"But please don't compare me with those bastards, it will make me feel that you are humiliating me... By the way, Tyrion, have you considered your destiny? After the war, dead people like you, Your final destination, Gorefiend told me that he will always be loyal to the tribe and the great chief, that kind of hypocritical loyalty makes me sick!"

Orgrim propped his hands on the table and propped up his chin. He looked at Tyrion's back, his eyes danced with curiosity:

"I'm looking forward to getting a different answer from you."

Tyrion's footsteps stopped, and the moment his body re-entered the darkness, he said softly:

"You mean the best destination for the dead? Let me guess. What you really mean is, after fulfilling a long-standing wish, to go to the ground without desire or desire? Enjoy eternal peace?"

The elf death knight paused, then shook his head:

"No... that's the destination of other people, not mine! For me, death never means silence, it's just the beginning of another destiny."

"If I have to talk about my destination, then I hope... I can live quietly until the next time I want to die."