Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the early morning of the next day, Tyrion stood at the top of the dead Hellfire Citadel, and in his gaze, roaring, like a red jewel suspended in the sky, the draenei spacecraft rushed into the sky quickly , Soon turned into a red light spot disappeared.

Roglio stood beside him. Unlike Tyrion, who stared at the sky, Rogge's gaze stayed on the lowermost cage of the Hellfire Citadel. He whispered:

"What's the use of these demons? Haven't you already experimented?"

The death knight asked suspiciously: "The souls of these demons have fled back into the twisted void, and their bodies have also been infested with evil energy and cannot be summoned."

"Of course I know that demons cannot become undead, there are many choices for their lives, but death is not an option for them, I want these demons to have other uses, come with me, Roger, you will soon See our latest research results."

Tyrion laid his chin on Roglio, motioned him to follow, and the two walked side by side on the road leading to the lowermost cage. When quiet and empty, Lord Darkblade asked in a low voice:

"How? What was the result of the investigation?"

Roglio's eyes flickered, lowering his voice:

"He is weak, it seems that the draenei can defeat the demons because he made some sacrifices, but even in extremely weak conditions, when shaking hands with him, I can still feel the death in my body The energy trembles, and its presence in the body of the fearful prophet is certain that he may still have some cards in his hand."

"Is that so?"

Tyrion shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that we lost a best chance."

"So, in fact, you have never given up and turned the fearful prophet into one of us?"

Roglio narrowed his eyes and said:

"It's a little too crazy, right? Once a little missed, the light from his body was enough to burn any death knight!"

"The brighter the light, the darker the shadow behind it will only be deeper."

The death knight lord waved his fingers in the dark, and the tightly closed door opened slowly. As he stepped into the door full of eccentric taste, Tyrion whispered:

"Imagine the degree of care for Velen with the Holy Light. Once he falls into death, I will gain enough power to sweep the two worlds in a moment. Bronze dragon? Demon? Oh, the death knight Velen or the great lich Velen He will easily crush the throat of each of them, but unfortunately...in a short time, it is estimated that it is difficult to find such a good opportunity."

"I think we should focus our attention on those things that are easy to achieve."

It was probably a little shocked by Tyrion's fantasy. After a moment, Roglio's talented mouth said:

"For example, to find a way to open the large tomb underground in Teredor, as I saw last night, there are at least a thousand or so warriors who died in the fight against demons, and countless civilians. If we can get there, we There will be an extra legion in no time!"

"No worries there!"

Tyrion waved his hand, he stopped and looked back at Roger:

"In Shattrath City, Velen told me that as long as he was still in Draenor, he would not allow us to call the draenei death knight again, and since we can't fight this powerful prophet head-on, There is only one thing that matters most to us!"

A gloom flashed in the death knight's eyes:

"Somehow to drive Velen out of Draenor...or, send it out! Rest assured, Roger, I'm already looking for ways to advance this matter, maybe after the war, we can see the difference. "

"La La La"

Another heavy steel gate was pulled by the organization and raised in front of two people. This is the large prison cage at the bottom of the Hellfire Citadel. When he stepped into the cage, Roger heard a huge shock and Roar.

"Mouse! Mouse! My blood belongs only to me..."

It was a roar screamed in jerky orc language, deep and full of murmurs, the death knight took a thousand steps, lay down on the railing and looked down, you can see the ring-shaped ground at the bottom, taken out from the ground The huge magic power of is filled with the violet seal circle engraved on the ground, and among the giant circle is the abyss lord who was sent from Teredor.

This giant demon is covered with purple light all over its body, like a scorching light cable, bound it to the magic circle, and on the edge of the magic circle, dozens of raven warlocks with dark magic all over their bodies. Working together to maintain the operation of the magic circle.

The blood mage Ottum stood in front of the abyss lord Martheriton. He shook his fingers, a scorching dark green blood, and a hot liquid like magma burst out of the abyss lord's wound and wrapped around his finger. , And then quickly packed into closed containers.

Obviously, this process will not make people feel happy, even the thick-skinned demon will feel extreme pain when it is forced to draw blood.

Seeing Tyrion and Roglio stepping down the stairs, the busy Blood Mage greeted them coldly.

Unlike the Seven, who likes to communicate, the character of the young blood mage Otum tends to be a traditional mage, indifferent, attentive, and not concerned about the outside world. He previously studied the mystery of Draenor in the Plain of Franlon The source of life, and Roglio partnered for 2 years, the two are familiar with each other.

"Where is Seven?"

Tyrion looked around for a week and asked, "Isn't he supposed to study the mystery of the magic blood with you here?"

Faced with this problem, the cold Alter said without looking up:

"He went to Alanka Peak Forest. The demon's attack accidentally damaged some areas of Alanka Peak Forest. The excavation site north of Tongtian Peak was also severely damaged, but it is said that the crows found some very Important things, so Seven went to check there."

The news made Terion raise his eyebrows, a glimmer of joy in his eyes, but soon, he returned his gaze to the blood mage in front of him, he asked:

"So, how is the research on Demon Blood going?"

Speaking of his work, Altham seemed to be a different person. He raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and said to Tyrion and Roger:

"I have experimented with the chilled blood left by Agona, inoculated magic blood on walking dead, undead infantry and subordinate knights, and the result...how to say."

Autum tried to describe his experiment in one word, but in the end, he reached for a snap and said to two people:

"Look at yourself."

Speaking of words, at the call of the Blood Mage, an unwise orc walking dead, a weak undead infantry, and a subordinate death knight in armor stood in front of Tyrion, and Otum took it from the table Three bottles of potions were thrown and thrown to the three undead in front of him. He explained to Lord Lord and Rogge:

"This is a primary magic blood potion that has been diluted 10 times. With their physical activity, they can't bear pure magic blood without dilution."

After finishing his speech, he turned his head to look at the three undead in front of him, and gave a cold order:

"Drink it!"

Three different undeads obeyed the orders, and the unwise walking action stiffly drained the potion, the undead infantry moved more skillfully, and the lower-level death knight was hesitant, but under Tyrion’s watch, he would still The blue potion was drunk.

After a few seconds, the three undeads had a blood reaction.

The muscles in the body of the weakest walking body began to surge, like the body was pulled up by the height of the palm of his body, his dim eyes also turned red, and the fragile body was fighting, Terry Ang Neng clearly felt that the faint energy of death in the walking dead body was stimulated by the power contained in the demon blood, and was ramming into the walking dead body.

If it wasn't for the high-level undead's coercion to make it inoperable, it would be estimated that it would violently destroy everything in front of it.

The situation of the undead infantry is similar to that of the walking dead. Its body is also strengthened. The death energy in the body is agitated. Its slightly complete soul has not become chaotic. It can be seen that under the stimulation of the demon blood, it can still Control your own weak intelligence instead of being dominated by crazy destruction like the brainless walking dead.

As for the lower-level death knight, his condition is the most stable. The body is strengthened by the magic blood to make his muscles expand at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, but his complete soul is enough to suppress the restlessness of the internal energy, and he is still awake and his eyes appear. A trace of confusion, but soon returned to calm.

This situation lasted for 5 minutes, and the strengthening time ended. The brainless walking body gave a rattling vibration, and then it seemed to have lost all its support and collapsed on the ground. Its weak soul had already Dissipated.

The situation of the undead infantry is better, but it is obviously weaker, and the lower-level death knights are completely unaffected.

"So, you guys saw it too."

Ottum spread his hands and said to Tyrion and Roglio:

"Drinking the magic blood will stimulate both the body and the soul. The variation of the orcs after drinking the magic blood fully illustrates this point, and the only factor limiting this strengthening effect is the activity of the body. After death, death Energy nourishes the body of the undead and keeps our body still active enough, but compared to living people, our ability to bear the magic blood has obviously dropped a lot."

"The walking dead can't withstand this stimulation at all, even the diluted potions will drive them crazy, and then after the physical activity and soul integrity are completely destroyed, they will "die" again!"

The blood mage increased his voice:

"Forever dying, cannot be called again."

"Yep"

After watching this scene completely, Roglio stepped forward and after looking at the undead, he said in a deep voice:

"The physical activity and soul strength of the undead infantry are stronger than the walking dead, so they can actually withstand the strengthening of the magic blood repeatedly, right?"

"Correct!"

Autum nodded:

"In theory, this is the case, but only if they cannot drink the magic blood too frequently. On the one hand, they will quickly consume the physical activity of the undead infantry and will not get nourished by the death energy. After a maximum of 3-5 times, they The same will die, but if they adapt to this stimulus, there will be a small chance of mutation...like an orc who drank the magic blood, it becomes stronger and more irritable!"

"Snapped"

A ringing finger sounded, and a twisted figure stood up from the corner of the prison cage, and under the command of Altham, he walked in front of Tyrion and Roglio. It was a draenei infantry infantry, but at this time its The skin has changed to light green, and there are black bone spurs on both arms and shoulders, and there are weak bone spurs on the fists. The muscles are very developed, and the strength of the soul is more than that of ordinary undead infantry. Strong.

But its soul is very irritable... it takes a little effort to control it.

"This is the only one of my 50 guinea pigs that survived last night!"

The blood mage looked at the little mouse with a look at the mutant infantry infantry in front of him, he said softly:

"It withstood 7 times of potions of diluted potions, and then changed to what it is now. Instead of being defeated by the side effects of the magic blood, it became stronger. I call it... the magic blood infantry!"

"50:1?"

Tyrion looked at the grotesque undead infantry in front of him, and finally he nodded: "Very good results, I can accept this ratio!"

"This is not the final result! My lord lord."

Autum picked up a small bottle of viscous dark green liquid from the table, added some weird stuff to it, and let the liquid boil again, just like boiled water, he handed the cup Silent subordinate knight:

"Drink it! Knight...If you are lucky enough, you will become stronger! Will break through your shackles and become a noble senior knight!"

Otham is tempted to follow the lower knights. The cunning blood mage did not say the result of the failure. In fact, this does not need to be said. It is completely dead, and the end of the brainless walking corpse that has begun to emit the smell of corpses has been explained. Everything.

But the lower-level death knight already had his own will, and he was very hesitant in the face of this choice.

Tyrion looked at the lower knight, a glimmer of anticipation flashed in his eyes, he whispered:

"Drink, knight, break all the shackles in my gaze..."

"This is your destiny..."

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