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Elan’s grasp of the situation is very clear. Under the entanglement of Ner'zhul and the strange death knight in front of him, it is difficult for him to leave the collection smoothly, but unfortunately, he chose to counterattack a little late, and Yrel’s The stalker also made him ignore the really threatening guy.

"boom"

The choking people in the passage hate torn apart by the giant fist of the rock. This extremely aggressive spell hits the body of Elland's magical avatar fiercely, and the magic illusion of the severe blow dissipates instantly.

At the same time, from the sky, the dazzling lightning storm enveloped his body. Under the fatal blow from Ner'zhul's accurate opportunity, the lightning storm that lasted for 5 seconds completely destroyed Nyras. Lan's counterattack, after the lightning dissipated, the body of the ghost master became transparent.

Obviously, he suffered a heavy blow.

"boom"

The icy warhammer hit Elan's chest, and the power of the void crushed the resistance of the ghost mage. His ghost body was corroded almost instantaneously, making the master mage cry unbearably.

And at the next moment, five fingers ripped open the magical storm, strangled Elan’s neck, and lifted him into the air, and the dark red energy of death rose from Ellen’s feet and bound his body to death. In the midair, the draenei were generally taller than humans. The tall Yrel withdrew her fingers. She wiped the blood stains from the corners of her mouth and stared at the gloomy eyes of the ghost master.

The wraith that had just been crushed has returned to its normal form, floating pale beside the death knight. She looks three-fold similar to Yrel, especially the hairstyle and the shape of the two horns are almost exactly the same. .

"Cough"

Yrel coughed. She looked at the Master in front of her. She said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Tyrion asked me to tell you... The things of the Dark Blade Knights are not so easy to take."

"He asked me to ask you, do you like the "gift" he brought?"

"That lunatic..."

Alan struggled in a cage of death energy, and he was extremely angry at Tyrion’s malice:

"Medwin shouldn't let him survive at that time! I've seen it for the first time! I saw it the first time I met! He is a madman, he is a mess that fears the world will not be chaotic! Fate abandoned him not It makes no sense!"

"You keep these words!"

Yrel took a black, specially-made soul stone from his waist pocket, holding it like a dagger, and stabbed fiercely into the ghost body of the Archmage in front of him, looking at the luster of the purple psychic spell. Enrolling Elan's body, Yrel took a step back.

"You can say to Mr. Tyrion in the face... But if he wants to listen, that is another matter."

Ner'zhul did not pay attention to Yrel and Elan's non-nutritive conversation. He probably guessed that Tyrion had some kind of holiday with these Karazhan mages, but this kind of murder by borrowing a knife also made the big shaman to himself. 'S partner was even more uneasy. After a little bit of the coldness of the soul under Tyrion's body, Ner'zhul urgently discovered that he needed some means to counter Tyrion.

If you keep following the death knight blindly, the ending he and the orc will get may not be very pleasant.

But at this time, what made Ner'zhul even more curious was the soul of Draenei suspended beside Yrel...

"Don't Tyraon tell you that the hidden danger of two souls living together in one body?"

The old shaman whispered to Yrel:

"Or, you did it without him? Who is this soul? Why is it worth your risk?"

Yrel didn't immediately answer Ner'zhul's question. She held out her hand and gently stroked the soul on her side, and the draenei's soul also hugged Yrel's arm with a smile, and the two were dead. The intimacy of the people is surprising. On them, it seems that there is no such situation as the dark knights.

"Her name is Samara, and my best friend. We grew up together. In the village of Ampoli, we are like twins...Mr. Ner'zhul, do you want to know why we are separated?"

Yrel’s voice was cold and iceless, with an undisguised maliciousness, Ner'zhul hardly guessed, and knew the source of this maliciousness...

"Sama Ruo died in the slaughter of your hybrids to the village of Ampori... 1 month after her death, I died in your attack on the Temple of Karapo. We slept in the darkness for 10 years... . I have to thank you all these debris for destroying Oakington, otherwise Samara’s soul will dissipate there alone and now...now!"

At the moment when Yrel opened her arms, the soul of her best sister was like returning, and embraced Yrel with her arms open. The next moment, Samara’s soul disappeared like melting ice. In Yrel’s body, it was like going home.

"Now, we are one!"

"No one can separate us!"

Two voices with different tones spoke the same sentence in the same tone, like a taboo accent, and Yrel opened his left eye still dark red, but his right eye had turned into a cold blue, Two completely different temperaments appeared on Yrel in a fused manner.

It's like having two souls, two angry, cold, hateful souls manipulating this body.

This weird scene can scare any ordinary person, but Ner'zhul is not ordinary. He just stopped for a moment, then regained his footsteps and walked into the storage room that was no longer blocked.

The old shaman's fingers clenched his own staff, he had realized a little...Since Tyrion left his hatred to the orcs, he represented the dark knights commanded by him, and the orcs were impossible. Have peace.

Yrel is still too young. Under the guidance of Ner'zhul, the hatred of the orcs makes her unable to control her emotions, thus exposing Tyreon's deepest thoughts.

The orc is just a knife in his hand, and after using it, there may be no value in vain and wrongdoing.

At the moment when Ner'zhul's figure disappeared into the storage room, in Yrel's heart, Samara's weak voice sounded:

"My Yrel, wouldn't this really expose Mr. Tyrion's plan?"

The blue in Yrel’s right eye slowly disappeared, and turned into a dark red again. She turned around and picked up the soul stone containing Elan’s soul from the ground. She said softly:

"It doesn't matter, what does he know?"

"The rebellion of the orcs will only make us stronger. The dormant era is over and we will never fight alone."

In addition to the upper level connected to the astral world, the moment the Mage Nelas Elland failed, the lower level Karazhan was completely fallen, and the orcs and death knights got what they needed, and they will return with full load, At the moment when the gate of the Master Tower was pushed open by the orcs, another war was about to begin on the far north of the world.

"Uh"

The war horse of the human knight who hurriedly fled was still running, but the driver behind him had been bound by the dark red death rope and was pulled towards the slaughterers in the rear.

The panicked knight fell on the ground. Around him were the bodies of the patrolling brothers. After the leaps in the sky, this ordinary knight wanted to raise his head, but what he saw was a black cut severely. Sharp axe.

"puff"

Blood spewed from the headless corpse, and Glokus grabbed the knight's blond hair stained with blood, and threw this head aside at will.

Behind him, the death knights are gathering the bodies of the knights, intending to recruit more death knights.

Yes, after Tyrion has taken over the command of the death knight, he has given permission, the death knight will no longer be limited to orcs, any valuable corpse, regardless of race, can be transformed arbitrarily.

Glokus watched the busy figures of the death knights who had come sincerely, with no emotion in his gray eyes.

In his view, these originally belonged to the Talon Blood Demon, and they were no different from their stupid leader, weak, cunning, unfaithful, progress skills messed up, always thinking of using magician magic to solve everything.

Such a knight is not worth being absorbed into the Dark Blade Knights.

"So, this will be your final assessment!"

Seeing that the psychic circle had begun to run, the black hand strode forward, and the death energy in his hands filled the corpses of the 15 human knights in front of him. He looked at the death knights with their heads down indifferently in front of him, and he grunted:

"The command of the high lord you have heard very clearly when you set off. The Knights of Dark Edge cannot be joined by any cat or dog. You must prove your ability in the war! The fall of Alterac makes no sense, this An attack on Dalaran is your last chance to prove yourself!"

"Only those who survived the brutal war are eligible to enjoy the love of death!"

Black hand stretched out his left hand, clenched his fists, and said coldly:

"Those who died are buried here, binding their worthless lives and failures together and forgotten forever! This is the guideline of the Dark Blade Knights, the only precept!"

"Who has an opinion! Say it!"

Where Glokush's eyes were, no one dared to face him, and no one dared to raise objections. The scene was dead.

Their leader, Talon. The **** demons, who were proud of their plans to start a new career in Draenor, died in the siege of the Blade Knights, and these death knights saw it clearly.

Gorefiend's final wailing, which made people feel ashamed of begging for mercy, even kneeling on the ground, could not save his life. The chief lord of the Dark Blade Knights Tyrion. The blade of dawn held the hand Let all death knights tremble with their swords, in the **** smile, without hesitation, he cut off the head of the blood demon. When he lifted the head of the blood demon as a loot, all the death knights lost the battle. Desire.

It is impossible to win...The Dark Blade Knights are real death knights who can confront the silver hand, as for them... they are just a group of counterfeit products that cannot stand in the sun. The counterfeit products must have a counterfeit consciousness, maybe in the future One day will become the real thing, but before that, still have to clamp the tail to be a man.

The world of death knights is not so disguised, winning and losing, it is so cold.

The death knights began to communicate with each other only after Glokus left, but don’t expect these blood demon cronies to have any idea of ​​unity. The remaining 19 knights of the original Shadow Council were all cut off by Tyrion. , Just like Gul'dan, the skull of the great warlock contains powerful shadow magic, which can be used to do many things when necessary, so it is used as standard equipment for the Dark Blade Knights, and the rest are Some small shrimps.

"Bah! Cannon fodder under the blood demon, now under Tyrion, or cannon fodder... Both gangsters recognize my "ability", should I feel honored by this?"

A tall death knight complained about his companion. Because the blood demon knights used the same old style, these death knights are all human bodies. The troubles that Glokus once encountered also appeared to them. The human body is flexible enough, but it is as familiar as the orc body, and it is not as powerful as the orc body.

This further weakened their fighting power. In fact, if they all use the orc's body to match the orc's soul, the blood demon knight will not be so weak.

"Come on, Bell, my brother, stop complaining..."

The eyes of another death knight who was a little dwarf turned around. He looked around. The other death knights were scolding Glokush's cruelty in a whisper. They did not mean anything for the future, which made the dwarf The death knight was disdainful.

He turned his head and whispered to the tall death knight around him:

"Listen to me, Bell, no matter how we complain, some things can’t be changed. Now, except for Tyrion’s Darkblade Knights, no forces will accept us, and in what ghost place they die quietly. , We have to plan for the future...believe me, the Dark Blade Knights are our best destination, and, say, cannon fodder, there is actually no way to avoid..."

This sentence made the tall death knight stunned. Most of the orcs were martialists. Even the warlock, there were many unwilling to think. He bent down and patted his companion's shoulder.

"Turek, if you have any idea, we said that we are all from Gorgrond. We should have helped each other. I absolutely believe you!"

"Okay, okay, Bell, two people are more sure than one."

The short death knight narrowed his eyes, his fingers moved:

"The premise is, can you give it a hard time... You see, the Dark Blade knights made it clear that they only accept real warriors, but you and I don’t want to die... Then we can only trust our former "partners", Use their brains to achieve our "courage"."

"You mean, kill them?"

"No! Don't be stupid, killing each other is meaningless. Listen to me, Glokush must not be worried about letting us take the hell's jewel, nor will Grommash's orcs let us act, so , We just need..."

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