Chapter 51 20. Long Journey

In the forest battlefield that has been completely destroyed, the great knight Uther stood there with an ugly face, holding a blood-stained epee in his hand. It was Gavinrad's weapon, and it has become dilapidated now. , Just from the gap in the blade, we can see what kind of fierce battle the missing great knight suffered.

By Uther's side, 30 paladins, 20 priests, and more than 300 infantry were searching the forest, trying to find traces left by the battlefield.

The priests were collecting the remains of the paladins who died in battle. An indescribable sense of frustration was rolling in Uther's heart. After receiving the news from Dalaran, he led the army here immediately, but except Failure and death, nothing here.

"did you find it?"

Uther looked back at the other great knight, and Turalyon, who had the same ugly face, shook his head, and said softly:

"They're all dead... The paladins who followed General Gavinrad are all dead, but their corpses are weird. It reminds me of a patient I treated at Dunholde Castle not long ago. A magical blight and weird frozen wounds, if death knights really planned it all, then all I can say is..."

Turalyon sighed, he looked at the blood-stained epee in Uther's hand:

"We underestimated those death knights. What they can do is much more terrifying than we imagined."

"No! They can't do it!"

Uther, who became the leader of the great knights, said in a deep voice:

"Based on the poor performance of those death knights on the battlefield, they can't do it! They can't kill Gavin Ladd...unless Talon Gorefiend personally takes action, but he was seriously injured by Master Antonidas on the battlefield, You and I both know this!"

"That's not what death knights did... at least not the death knights we met!"

"General! General! Come on! We found a survivor!"

The shout from the dense forest on the left made Uther and Turalyon rush in that direction immediately. When they rushed into the dense forest, they saw three paladins hiding a man behind the thick fallen leaves. The next paladin was carried out.

It was a paladin who was taller than other knights, and it was worth noting that his skin was much rougher than that of ordinary people.

"This is Joe! Jo Al, General Gavin Ladd's adjutant!"

Turalyon wiped the blood from the paladin's face with a handkerchief, and said to Uther:

"It is said that the Jor-Eyer knight had an unexpected encounter half a year ago, which gave him a self-healing ability comparable to that of a troll. It is probably because of this that the knight was able to survive the attack."

"kindness?"

There was a light of interest in Uther's eyes, but he didn't ask immediately, but squatted down and put his hands on Jor-El's body. He inherited the holy deed of justice, and the holy light was very partial to him. When Searle called for the holy light, huge energy rushed into Joe's body along his hands. After a few seconds, Joe opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Snapped"

He subconsciously grabbed Uther's wrist, and he screamed:

"Death knights! Death knights have attacked us...General! General Gavinrad! Help him, please, help him!"

Uther and Turalyon glanced at each other, and the great knight asked in a deep voice:

"Paladin, tell me, did Talon Gorefiend attack you?"

"No! No! I know him! I know him...I know him when he turns to ashes...Tyrion! Tyrion. Dawnblade! He's not the same as the death knight...he's a . ..he is, the real...death knight! Watch out! Watch out for him!"

Paladin Joe escaped from the dead, and his speech was inevitably confusing. The information he said made the big knights very confused. What is a real death knight?

But Turalyon noticed another important point.

"Tyrion? Isn't that... Isn't that the hero of the high elves who died in battle?"

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"boom"

The Great Chief's tent was violently lifted, and the furious Talon Gorefiend rushed in. He smashed his fists on the Great Chief's table, stared at Orgrim, and shouted in a harsh voice:

"Great chief! How could you allow that bastard Tyrion to build his knight order?! This is a betrayal of us!"

Facing Talon Gorefiend's questioning, Orgrim raised his head and looked at him with indifferent eyes:

"Betrayal? Betray who? Betray you? Betray the tribe? Is the death knight I asked Gul'dan to form your personal power? Gorefiend..."

This question made Talon Gorefiend's back tremble. Behind him, the four Kor'kron guards had already raised their battle axes. Obviously, Orgrim was very dissatisfied with his unruly questioning.

Thinking of this, Gorefiend forced himself to calm down from his terrible mood. He took a step back and said humbly to the chief:

"No! Death knights will always be loyal to you, Warchief Orgrim, I mean, Tyrion Dawnblade is not to be trusted! That's just a high elf bastard! He's not an orc, he has no Horde soul, no There is no doubt that he will betray us!"

"so what?"

The great chief folded his arms and looked at the Gorefiend:

"At least before he betrays, he can bring victory to the tribe! Gorefiend, you let me down, you know? Your death knight was defeated in front of the paladins, which directly led to the defeat of the war, and Tyrion was You and the Death Knights washed away the shame..."

"Snapped"

The great chief waved his hand, and a Kor'kron guard stepped forward and opened the wooden coffin in the great chief's tent. Gorefiend turned his head and saw the great knight Gavinrad who was frozen in the ice. corpse.

That was one of the five first-generation paladins, the senior leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the blood demon still remembers how he brought the paladins pain with Gavinrad Doom, who was like a tiger, on the battlefield that day. Killing them would be his eternal shame.

This irrefutable fact is like a loud slap in the face of Gorefiend. He wanted to say something, but he found that he had nothing to say. The facts are so vulnerable.

In his body was the soul of an orc, so he knew very well what such a feat meant in orc tradition.

"I have made a decision because of Tyrion Dawnblade's contribution to the tribe! He led his followers to kill 20 paladins and a threatening grand knight. He is qualified to establish himself Clan or organization... Do you have any objection to this, Talon Gorefiend?"

Orgrim's cold voice sounded in the tent. Facing this question, Talon Gorefiend could only shake his head bitterly:

"No! I haven't, Warchief...It's an honor to be a death knight."

"very good!"

Satisfied with the Gorefiend's obedience, the warchief knocked on the table:

"Tyrion's Dark Blade Knights will be separated from your Death Knights. He has the right to select recruits and a batch of weapons and equipment from your Death Knights, but it will not destroy your authority among Death Knights. That was promised to me."

"In addition, you don't need to worry that I will abandon you because of this. You are right. Tyrion is not an orc. I can't trust him completely, so I gave him a new task. His Dark Blade Knights will be transferred to The battlefield of Quel'Thalas, help the tribe to overthrow the kingdom of the high elves...and you, you still have a chance to prove yourself on the frontal battlefield!"

"Blood Demon, if you still disappoint me next time..."

"I promise!"

Gritting his teeth, the Gorefiend shouted loudly:

"I promise! My Death Knights will not lose to Tyrion!"

Orgrim glanced at him, his eyes full of suspicion, but in the end, he waved his hand:

"Then, go! Do what you have to do."

The Gorefiend left the chieftain's tent with shame. The orcs were whispering along the way. Orgrim spread the news of the great knight's death. The orc warriors respected the strong and despised the weak. The occasional sarcasm from behind made the self-esteemed Talon Gorefiend feel like he was going crazy.

He endured this humiliation in silence, and when he returned to the psychic hall, what he saw made his anger uncontrollable.

Tyrion, that damned traitor, was picking and picking on his territory. Behind him, the recruits with the most potential had already been picked out by him. He watched helplessly that his property was being brain-grouped by others. This feeling was unbearable, so the next moment, the Gorefiend pulled out the steel scepter behind him, and rushed towards Tyrion angrily.

"Enough! Traitor!"

He swung his scepter and threw it at Tyrion, but just before the scepter touched Tyrion's body, a black and ferocious battle ax slashed down from behind him, forcing the blood demon to stop. Do not turn to block.

"boom"

The moment the weapons collided, the Gorefiend's tall body was sent flying by the huge force contained in the battle axe, and it smashed to the ground in embarrassment, and the steel scepter rolled to the side.

He raised his head, and saw a tall orc in black spiked plate armor standing beside Tyrion holding a battle axe. One was strong and the other was slender, but the coldness and death contained in their bodies were different. so similar.

There was a gray light dancing in the orc's eyes, representing his identity... This was probably the first real orc death knight.

"what you up to?"

The orc asked in a hoarse and low voice:

"Disgusting Warlock!"

Although the body and face are completely different, at this moment, Talon Gorefiend lying on the ground, in a trance, saw the former great chief who was once emptied by them, the brutal Black. The shadow of Han Blackhand.

"Okay, Glokush, don't joke with Lord Gorefiend..."

Tyrion shook his head. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards the Gorefiend lying on the ground. He looked so friendly, but looking at the hand in the depths, the Gorefiend snorted and crawled up from the ground. Standing up, with the humiliation all over his body, he turned and walked into the depths of the psychic hall.

He didn't want to stay here and be wantonly humiliated by the former weak, but during the time he ignored, the guy who had dismissed him had grown to the point where he had to pay attention to it.

"We're leaving, but the Gorefiend will be a problem..."

Having obtained a new body, the death knight Blackhand, whose strength is at least three times stronger than that of a human body, looked at the back of the Gorefiend, a hint of ferocity flashed in his dark eyes, and he said softly:

"Do you want to find a chance..."

"No!"

Tyrion understood what Grokush was worried about. Frankly speaking, with the current death knight black hand and his cooperation, it is not impossible for the two of them to kill Talon Gorefiend in a sneak attack, but he thought in his heart After a moment, he gave up this tempting idea.

"Killing the Gorefiend will only bring us trouble. We don't have the strength to turn against Orgrim... just let him live for a while."

The two of them walked out of the psychic hall with the attitude of victors. During the walk, Glokush lowered his voice:

"This time when I go to Quel'Thalas, I will face Gul'dan... Do you think we have a chance?"

"It's hard to say, Glokush."

Tyrion squinted his eyes and looked at the death griffin in the distance flapping its broken wings and struggling to fly into the sky. It was the appearance of the Wildhammer griffin killed by Celent after being resurrected. The original golden mane It and the feathers of the bird turned into black as black as ink, and also inherited the special characteristics of the death knight's mount. Around the body, there were all exposed bones, and the death energy wrapped around the body of this giant beast. Those dark red eyes, Make it look hideous.

He said softly:

"Gul'dan is ten times harder to deal with than Talon Bloodseeker, but if he hasn't discovered the secret of Quel'Thalas, maybe you can get revenge soon, believe me, I don't want that cunning wild dog Live on."

"kindness."

Glokush nodded. He moved his shoulders and adapted to the newly acquired orc body. He looked at the dangerous eyes of the orc warriors around him, and coughed lightly:

"I have more and more confidence in you, but I think we should not stay here for too long, look at the eyes of those soldiers, they can't wait to rush over and hack me to death now."

"So Orgrim is a cunning fellow!"

Tyrion couldn't help moving his fingers:

"He gave you an orc body, but transferred the hatred of orcs to us. He no longer intends to let us stay in the tribe's camp. He has begun to be wary of us. He is indeed a difficult orc chief. Strong as a rhinoceros, wise as a fox."

Tyrion relaxed his body, turned his head and looked to the far northeast, a gloomy flash of light flashed in his eyes:

"Let's go, then! Let's go to... Quel'Thalas! But before that, we need to get more Bone Gryphons..."