Chapter 46 15. Icy Heart

Orgrim authorized Tyrion to form a new order of death knights, a move that at this moment is somewhat confusing.

Although he used the capture of Quel'Thalas as the reason, Tyrion knew that Orgrim was not a high-minded person. Maybe he noticed that Talon Gorefiend's tail was too big to drop, or maybe he urgently needed more The death knight came to win the victory for the Horde, but he was worried about Talon Gorefiend.

The high-ranking people always like to play this kind of game of division, support, and mutual checks and balances. It feels somewhat uncomfortable to be a pawn, but considering the current war situation the tribe is facing, the big chief's move is really quite beautiful.

Not only can it suppress the increasingly insane Talon Gorefiend, just like it suppressed Gul'dan, but it can also easily strengthen the strength of the tribe, but Orgrim Doomhammer has already made one point very clear. He just gave Tyrion a promise. If he can't prove that he is stronger than Talon Gorefiend, then everything he said before will be nullified.

For Tyrion, the things he plans to do, even if it is just to explore Medivh's mage tower, must have as much power as possible. At least at this moment, he and Orgrim For him, there is nothing to lose.

Anyway, after leaving the tribe, the original plan is to wait for an opportunity to strengthen the power at hand. Instead of becoming a weak third party in the wild, it is better to stick close to the big tree of the tribe. At least before it is defeated, no matter what Tyrion intends to do, There is a tall man on his shoulders.

"So you just promised him that?"

Glockush held a quill in his hand, and as Tyrion requested, he carved dark and complicated runes on the corpse in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"Didn't you think that if your challenge fails and Talon Gorefiend wants to kill you, will Orgrim stand up for you? Now you are not Talon's opponent, right? "

Tyrion stroked Serente's cold cheek with his fingers. He looked at his former subordinate, and there was no emotion in his ice blue eyes. He said softly:

"In the case of a full-strength burst, it is estimated that I can last 10 minutes in front of Talon Gorefiend... Victory is still a bit uncertain. If he ignores Orgrim's ban and summons demons to help him fight, I may not even be able to survive for 5 minutes." I can't hold it...but who said I'm going to fight him one-on-one?"

"There is more than one way to prove that I am better than him, right? Besides, before the challenge even starts, you are already thinking about what to do if you lose. This is really a loser's thinking. No wonder you will be smashed by Orgrim Broken head..."

This wave of indifferent ridicule made Glokush snort. As Tyrion's only current collaborator, the two of them are basically tied together. Although Tyrion was full of confidence, he always hesitated .

"By the way, I also won the body of an orc warrior for you."

Tyrion used the metal sutures in his hands to fix the broken tibia of Celent again. In the dark forest far away from the camp, he said softly:

"This request has already provoked Orgrim's bottom line. Although he hides it well, I know that if I fail, even if the Gorefiend lets me go, he will kill me without hesitation. So we can Can't lose... If the great goal didn't even take the first step, it would be extremely disappointing if it died in such a humble way."

This sentence made Glokush's fingers stop, and after a while, he said in a deep voice:

"You don't have to do this, and the human body is not intolerable."

"Since it's a request, why don't you mention more, not to mention, with your fighting style, the body of a human knight really limits you too much."

Tyrion cut off the metal wire in his hand with a dagger, he took a step back, looked at the corpse made by the two people in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction.

The ranger captain Serent Firewing, who was strangled to death by his own hands, was completely naked. On his cold joints, special materials were used to engrave psychic runes from the Shadowmoon clan. On the earth, Tyrion personally drew a standard psychic circle, and also adopted some improvements made by the warlocks of the Shadow Council.

At this moment, the memory left to Tyrion by the ruler Durag and the old orc psychic has become the most precious knowledge, and it also gave him the ability to form his own team. He has to follow his own way, Form an army of death knights stronger than Talon Gorefiend's second-rate ones.

A true Order of Death Knights!

"It's a shame to be crushed by the glittering cans of holy light..."

Tyrion opened his arms, and behind him, Glokush gripped his rune weapon and looked around vigilantly, making sure that the ritual of resurrection would not be disturbed.

"hum"

Dark red death energy surged out of Tyrion's palm, like some kind of mysterious energy, seeping into Serent's cold corpse bit by bit, and the injection of death energy also made the corpse's body The psychic circle was ignited, and the dark red ominous light danced on the corpse.

After a living creature dies, its body will naturally be filled with death energy with the passage of time. If no one interferes, this energy will make the corpse decay, weather, and eventually turn the bones into ashes. This is part of the cycle of life.

But if there is an external force intervening in all this to reawaken the dead soul, then the cold, corrosive death energy will become the energy to carry the corpse's actions.

This is the principle of the birth of the undead. In fact, before the death knight appeared, both Draenor and Azeroth had dead creatures similar to ghosts. Unlike the death knight, they were naturally produced.

The death energy flowing in Celent's body is calm because there is no soul active enough to mobilize it, but after the psychic circle is activated, Celent's dead soul is awakened by a strange force, and Terry Ang used his own death energy to resonate the death energy in Celent's body.

From the two levels of soul and body, the resurrection of the dead is realized at the same time, and there is no rejection at all in one's own soul and body.

White frost, crimson blood, and dark green evil, three runes representing different powers changed back and forth in Tyrion's hands, just like alum thrown into the water, allowing the calm death energy to quickly boiled up.

One minute later, he withdrew his death power, took a step back, and looked at his former companion in front of him.

Celent Fire Wing's body trembled strangely, and began to struggle at the reality and soul levels at the same time, as if it was about to wake up from a long sleep. As the trembling became more and more intense, the blood flowing from Celent's body The power of death became more and more active, completely breaking the tranquility of the forest, making Glokush, who was in charge of the guard, sweat.

Three minutes later, Serente opened his eyes.

His once green eyes have become as dark as Glokush, like hoarfrost falling into the earth, crossing death, there is always something left behind, after waking up, the ranger did not act immediately, On the contrary, he was as quiet as an ice cube, lying naked on the forest soil, accepting the reality of his resurrection bit by bit.

This process is the most important. Tyrion knows very well that not every life can accept the reality of the resurrection of the dead, and once the awakened soul rejects this awakening, it will re-enter the long sleep after awakening, and it will never die. Will not accept the second awakening, it means that everything they have done is in vain.

"I... am I alive?"

In the dead forest again, Serente uttered the first voice of his second life, which was as hoarse and ugly as Tyrion's, just like ice cubes colliding, and completely lost the elegance that elves should have. .

"You didn't come alive...you died and now you're just getting a second chance."

Tyrion whispered, "Welcome to us, brother!"

"you!"

"boom"

Faced with Tyrion's emotionless welcome, Celent's reaction was to turn over and hit him on the cheek with a fist, turning Tyrion's face outwards, and he grabbed Tyrion tightly. Ryan's collar, that kind of intense mood swings, doesn't look like a dead spirit lacking emotion at all.

"You killed them! You killed me! You killed your former brother! You disgusting butcher! You betrayed..."

There was some kind of emotion beating in Celent's dark eyes, which made his eyes shine bright red. Facing this question, Tyrion turned his head nonchalantly and looked at Celent in front of him. Without fluctuation, he said softly:

"Who did I betray? Quel'Thalas? Alleria? The Windrunner family? Or you?"

"boom"

His hands clasped Serente's wrists with icy black gauntlets, and bit by bit he pushed Celent's fist down from his collar, infiltrating death energy for a long time, allowing Tyrion to recover from death. Gained new power from it, which is by no means comparable to the newly revived Celente.

"I betrayed no one...Selente, you also returned from the dead, tell me, when I said the word Quel'Thalas, do you still have the unmatched loyalty you once had? Does it give everything?"

Celent's expression froze, seeing this scene, Tyrion let out a deep laugh:

"Now, you know how I feel...Even though you're madly telling yourself you should stay true to the past, what is it?"

"Your allegiance, your bravery, your faith, your past... have all been taken away by death! After stripping away the consciousness that life has imposed on us, you are truly free, Celente... It's time for you to obey your true self."

"here!"

With his finger on Celent's bare chest, he whispered:

"There is no longer a heart burning with hope, you, me...we all have such a cold heart, look at the past rationally, my brother, it's time to live purely, maybe it was very difficult at first Difficult, but trust me, it's not a bad thing."

Celent did not argue with Tyrion, because there was no need to argue, and what Tyrion said was true.

After he really re-adapted to his body, he found that he had lost everything that supported him to the present, whether it was hope, happiness, hatred, or sadness. When memories of the past emerged in his mind, he was like an indifferent The third party, watching other people's stories,

Those that moved him, those that made him angry, have lost their original meaning.

Even the fact that he was killed by Tyrion himself became insignificant.

Death is like a cold dividing line, separating the past and the present with ease, and the gully in it is like an abyss of indifference, which cannot be crossed at all.

"You're confused."

Tyrion's voice sounded again, awakening Celent, who was wandering in the sky, and brought his dark eyes back into focus. He took two steps back, and the expression on his face became calm. He looked at Tyrion. , a moment later, he nodded:

"Yeah, I'm so lost, so empty...I, I don't know what to do with myself, and I don't know why you wake me up? But it's a bad feeling, I don't like it! So, can you Kill me again, let me return to silence?"

"Unfortunately, no! You are more important than you think!"

Tyrion spread out his hands, and said to Celent:

"If you don't know what to use to support your resuscitated life...very good, then let me find one for you!"

"Think of the brothers who died, the Serente, the POW camps in Hillsbrad, the brothers who were slaughtered that night! Do you really think the orcs killed them? No! No! Across death let us I've seen a lot, and I've seen the shadows behind the orcs, the ones who drove the orcs into our world and made a mess of it!"

"It's them... Their hands are also stained with unclean blood!"

"Since we're destined for revenge...why not be radical? Why not be insane?"

"Snapped"

Tyrion's gauntlet pressed on Celent's shoulder, and he lowered his voice:

"After killing all the orcs, we can still hold the sword full of blood, and then go to those bastards who are high above and treat our lives as chess pieces. This is what I will do... Do you want to come together? Wait for us to do it After all this is over, I can even give my life to you, Serente, I will kill you, and after everything is over, I will give you back my life!"

"But before that, because of our common goal... you have to help me!"

This kind of statement made Celent a little confused, but after he thought over and over again, he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he raised his head and looked at Tyrion. Finally, he nodded:

"I want to see the evidence, Tyrion, I can't trust you anymore... If what you said is true, I am willing to take revenge with you! If you are lying to me..."

There was a dark red light in his eyes:

"I'll kill you! I promise!"

"Very well! My brother, let's hurry up and do what needs to be done!"

Tyrion shrugged, he snapped his fingers, and Glokush, who was standing aside, dragged out a complete body of an elf ranger from the forest. Tyrion picked up the bone cutter and sutures again, He turned his head and looked at Celent who was standing on the side in a daze:

"Go get dressed, you're just dead, and you're not a pervert who likes to be naked..."

"Then come and help! There are still many things to do!"