Chapter 91 24. Lore

"boom"

The huge and ferocious demon guard, wrapped in dark green evil fire, fell to the ground. Its stinky blood spread out in the surrounding icy sea water. Glokush held his black battle ax in his hand. He glanced back, Behind him, the corpses of the orcs he had resurrected were struggling against the demons chasing from behind.

And beside him is Red Blackhand, who is soaked in blood all over his body. This is the only orc who is still alive.

"Go! We can't stay here anymore!"

Glokush rushed into the darkness at the first, and Red looked left and right. He gritted his teeth, held his blood-red saber, and followed the death knight of unknown origin into the darkness.

Red didn't know the death knight, but he should thank him.

When Maiev was cornered, it was Glokush who was driving the dead body to save him. He didn't know why the death knight did this, but from the current point of view, the death knight had goodwill towards him. And when he was with him, Red felt familiar, oddly familiar.

"Blackhand, come find me...we've already wasted too much time."

Tyrion's voice sounded in Glokush's mind, and following the sound, the death knight could sense Tyrion's position, he stopped running in the dark, he looked back and was out of breath Red Blackhand, finally, he shook his head.

"follow me!"

Glokush changed direction and walked into the fork in front of him. This time, Reid couldn't bear the doubts in his heart anymore. He reached out and grabbed Glokush's cold arm, and asked loudly:

"Why did you save me? Who are you?"

"I'm nobody!"

Glokush broke free from Reid's arm without looking back, and said in a deep voice:

"You just think I'm bored, go! There's no time to waste!"

The two orcs passed through the dark palace one after the other. In the collapsed tunnel, patrolling manic demons were almost everywhere. Aegwynn's seal seemed to have been completely restored, and the demons could not get here through the portal. The demons trapped in it went crazy, and any living creature that could move became their hunting target.

This dark temple has completely turned into hell.

"boom"

Glokush kicked open the rotten door in front of him and rushed onto a large platform. He saw Tyrion standing in the center of the platform at a glance. The latter was holding a watchman in an ambiguous posture. , like a kiss, but the corner of his mouth was still stained with blood, and the watchman's body was trembling in a strange posture.

This scene was also seen by Red Blackhand. When Tyrion turned his gaze, the orc subconsciously raised his weapon. Those blood-red eyes were too frightening.

"Ugh... you interrupted my eating, Red Blackhand!"

Tyrion reached out his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, he let go, and the watcher girl with blurred eyes in his arms fell to the ground, and was embraced by Nasa who jumped out of the darkness. Behind Nasa, was 3 A blood servant who has been transformed.

Tyrion's servant faithfully fulfilled his request and brought him 4 companions. The other watchmen have either been found by Maiev or died in the hands of the demon. These are the last few .

"A blood-sucking monster!"

Red Blackhand is a typical orc. Even in this dire situation, he speaks without thinking. This sentence made Tyrion's eyes narrow into a dangerous arc, and Glokush stepped forward. One step, blocking between Tyrion and Red, he said in a deep voice:

"What about the rest?"

"They're coming soon."

Tyrion blinked his eyes, he no longer looked at Red Blackhand, but turned his head to look at the passage ahead, he said softly:

"Gul'dan is there. I'm glad he escaped the demons. This is the only way out of this hell. It's not easy to deal with naga in the water, so we'll wait for him here!"

On the other side, the ogre Cho'gall stood in the dark lair. The shell of the fleshy cocoon in front of him had dried up and turned into a real hard shell, covered with fleshy barbs, which looked abnormal. It's weird, but there is a new life conceived inside this flesh and blood tome, which Cugall can easily feel.

"click"

The black eggshell cracked a gap, and the sound made Cho'gall's eyes widen. The next moment, a green arm covered in disgusting mucus stretched out from the crack and completely tore the eggshell apart.

"Hoo... Hoo"

Gul'dan breathed heavily. After accepting Teron'gor's body to carry his soul, he hadn't breathed for a long time. You can only truly appreciate its preciousness when you lose something. Gul'dan felt himself reborn as the fresh air was drawn into his nostrils.

He sat on the eggshell of flesh and blood, raised his hands in front of his eyes, looked over and over again, it was indeed fresh flesh and blood, full of strength, even the old wounds corroded by the magic energy were removed together, the whole person Pure as if just born.

"This body... this... this is like a miracle!"

Gul'dan's voice also returned to the tone it used to be. It was the low voice when he was not contaminated with fel energy. He raised his head and looked at Cho'gall. The latter threw a robe over with his hands, and the ogre shrugged. shrug:

"Surprised enough? (My brother, it's time to go! Our destiny is not here!)"

"I'd love to know, Cho'gall."

Gul'dan waved his fingers, and the green flame burned every inch of his skin, evaporating the mucus. He patted his chest, stood up satisfied, and asked in a low voice while wearing the robe:

"For our master, can this kind of manipulation of flesh and blood created out of thin air be called great?"

This question stunned Cho'gall, and the ogre mage shook his head:

"No! That's not great! (Flesh is a blessing, Gul'dan, a blessing our master once sprinkled over the world, turning the warriors left by the Titans into frail flesh.) "

"This world is built on the master's greatness! (The era of civilization was opened by the master himself!)"

This answer did not satisfy Gul'dan. The orc warlock put on his robe reached out to take the Sargeras scepter handed over by the ogre. He coughed lightly, bowed his body habitually, and became That old-fashioned look, he shook his head, and the whispers in his ears became clearer.

"You really know how to flatter, Cho'gall, but what the master needs is not praise, what it needs is practical action...Let's go, let's realize the master's great desire to transform the world."

The warlock stepped towards the exit of the cave. Behind him, the ogre's three eyes were fixed on him.

Cho'gall could feel that although Gul'dan was reshaped by the god of the abyss with the power of flesh and blood, he accepted the belief of the god of the abyss obediently on the surface, but in fact, this orc warlock was not loyal to this belief , there is simply no loyalty at all.

This is easy to understand. As a warlock who once served the great demon, he has seen too many great powers. If the god of the abyss wants him to obey completely, then he has to work harder to make Gul Dan sees more miracles worth following.

This is a typical warlock, regardless of good or evil in everything, only the harvest! The reality is helpless.

The naga outside the cave have blocked the passage. This underground lair extends in all directions, and the fighting power of the demons in the water is not the opponent of the naga. These molluscs with bright scales are like real snakes in the water , the speed is extremely fast, most of them are Naga warriors holding tridents, and occasionally a mage holding a staff will appear from the water. Swept over Erdan and Choogall.

These two guys are not good people, and they are not afraid of these underwater killers after recovering their combat power. They are swimming in the dark, and the people who followed them have died outside the tomb of Sargeras. According to Gul'dan's calculations, if the speed is not increased, the enchantment left by Aegwynn will soon recover. Once the tomb sinks underwater again, everyone will be trapped in it!

Although the naga must have a way to the outside world, Cho'gall and Gul'dan didn't want to try the horror under the deep sea, and they soon came to the entrance of the tomb of Sargeras.

Gul'dan was leaning on the scepter in his hand. He could feel the powerful space power in Sargeras' scepter, but he didn't dare to use it at all. The Legion already knew his betrayal. Once the Dark Titan sensed it With his existence, he will definitely die without life.

Warlocks never joked with their lives, so Gul'dan only used the artifact as a staff until he found a way to actually use it.

He strolled up the steps covered with water stains and slippery moss. In his new body perception, he could clearly feel the changes in the magic power around him, and a trace of comfort flashed in his dark red eyes.

"Just by crossing this platform, we can..."

Gul'dan's voice was interrupted. He stared fixedly at the figure in the center of the platform in front of him. The resentment in his eyes could hardly be measured in words. With the sound of rubbing, Cho'gall then climbed up the stairs. He also saw several figures standing or sitting on the platform of the stairs, in the direction of the entrance to the tomb of Sargeras, firmly blocking their way forward. the way.

"Gul'dan, you are really slow!"

Tyrion was sitting on a broken stone throne that was moved from nowhere, and the icy beam of light from the top of Sargeras's tomb was just in front of his throne, making his dark figure look blurry. The only ray of light separated the two sides of the stairs, making the surrounding darkness more permeable.

He crossed his fingers and put them on his chest. His eyes were on the revived body of Gul'dan in front of him. As he stood up from the throne, the wings of darkness behind him opened little by little. The power of the man turned over in the humid air, and the two skulls imprisoned by chains on the abdominal belt were so conspicuous.

Behind him, Glokush and Blackhand stood on the left, Celente and Luminas on the right, and farther on, Rogelio leaned against the wall in full armor, his armor stained with The two blood mages straightened their mage hats, and the fluctuations of obscure magic power lit up around them.

There are also those blood servant watchmen hiding in the shadows. Under Tyrion's will, they have surrounded Gul'dan and Cho'gall, ready to launch a deadly attack at any time.

"Is your body a gift from the new owner?"

Tyrion's voice was calm and indifferent, as if telling a joke that wasn't funny:

"Is it because you wag your tail well? Or is it because your screams are so sweet?"

"Tyrion!"

Gul'dan opened his left hand, violent evil energy rolled in his hand, his dark red eyes stared at Tyrion in front of him, and he said word by word:

"How dare you appear in front of me? This body is pure and powerful... I will use my fist to break every single bone in you! I swear!"

"Well... tsk tsk, the weapon in your hand is not bad! But do you really dare to use it? Gul'dan, are you sure you want to summon the demon? Here? In this case?"

Tyrion raised his eyes, glanced at the scepter in Gul'dan's hand, and the fel energy portal surging behind him. This reminder made Gul'dan startled, and immediately withdrew the magic circle that summoned the demon, and put his hand The Scepter of Sargeras in the book was also thrown aside.

His betrayal has been known by Kil'jaeden. Once the demons are summoned, his whereabouts will be revealed immediately. At that time, the demons running around in the entire Tomb of Sargeras will rush to tear him apart in an instant. smash.

One narrow escape is enough.

"No need to summon demons! (We still have a numerical advantage!)"

Cho'gall's shout sounded in the darkness, and the next moment, hundreds of naga hiding in the water flow under the stairs rushed up the platform along the stairs under the call of Cho'gall. , Those molluscs that were wet all over, but were two meters tall when straightened up, covered with conspicuous scales, had fins on their backs, and held a trident, roared like wild beasts.

Their snake-like action brought rustling sounds, and quickly surrounded Tyrion and his Dark Blade Knights.

Gul'dan stepped forward under the gaze of hundreds of eager eyes, his voice full of cruel pleasure.

"You ended up falling short, Tyrion. I admit, your death knights are impressive, but so what?"

He stretched out his left hand, and a ball of pure magic gathered in his palm, illuminating his distorted face:

"Here! This temple full of demons! This will become the hell where you will die!"

"Wherever you go, you can find small offal with the same smell..."

Tyrion looked around, tilted his head, and looked at Gul'dan, who was sure of winning:

"You have found new friends, great...but Gul'dan, I also have new friends, please allow me to introduce you, my... army of undead!"

"hum"

The first gloomy light lit up above the platform, then the second, third, and fourth... In less than 2 seconds, the sky was already covered by densely packed wraiths overlapping each other When they woke up, each of them had hideous faces, red eyes, and unparalleled hatred for the living. Their eyes were fixed on Gul'dan and his naga.

Thousands of wraiths appeared at the same time, covering the wide platform with a layer of frost visible to the naked eye, and those naga panicked. Behind Tyrion, the three lords of the wraiths clenched They took up weapons, and their eyes were full of disgust for these living people who disturbed the tranquility of the dead souls. Even if there was no union with Tyrion, as long as Gul'dan dared to step into the elf cemetery, they would still tear these living people apart.

"Come on, enlighten me... Gul'dan!"

Tyrion threw a death grip, grabbed the black scepter of Sargeras on the ground, threw it into his storage ring, and then reached out to take the halberd handed over by Celent , The death energy entangled on the weapon, he pointed the sharp blade at the silent orc warlock, his eyes were gloomy like ice.

"The scorched earth full of war is full of fragments of dead bodies. You are about to be wiped out... Who do you think you are?"

"You and I have been entangled for long enough, and you think you have the right to... escape all this by taking refuge in your new master?"

"wishful thinking!"