Extraction, but...their souls have all dissipated, and there is an existence we don't know that is collecting the souls of fallen arakkoa. I pointed this out at the beginning."

"Although the fallen arakkoa cannot fly, the shadow magic and primitive witchcraft they master cannot be underestimated. They are very suitable to become the sorcerer group of the Dark Blade. Even if a soulless corpse is resurrected, it is just a meaningless walking corpse.

So, how are you going to solve it?"

"That means there is a "great" guy behind these fallen arakkoa who is protecting them."

Tyrion stood up, moved his wrists and shoulders, and said softly:

"You continue to deal with the corpses of the arakkoa and let the Auchindoun necropolis operate at full capacity. You must form a legion as quickly as possible. I will solve this problem now..."

"Wait a minute!"

After Tyrion took a few steps, he was stopped by the blood mage. The latter stretched out his hand, picked up two bottles from the wooden stand beside him, and handed them to the death knight. Tyrion took them in his hands.

The blood stored in those two bottles should be blood, but the blood in the bottle on the left hand is golden, while the blood in the bottle on the right hand is black.

"This is?"

Tyrion looked at Severn, who showed an elegant smile:

"The purified demigod blood comes from Rukhma, the sun spirit, and Setai, the wind snake spirit. I have done in vivo experiments. Rukhma's blood contains sacred and fire attributes, and Setai's blood

It is pure shadow, mixed with a little bit of emptiness power, because it comes from the wilderness demigod, so the blood is rich in pure life attributes... A dying life form will also be saved by this,

Of course, there will be some small "sequelae"."

"That doesn't sound like it's going to be of any use to us."

Tyrion shook two bottles of demigod blood, but his statement made Severn sneer:

"It's just that there is no benefit at the moment. You and I both know that sooner or later we will attack the living people of Azeroth... I don't think I need to say more about the usefulness of these demigod bloods. They may also be used as potions."

The form plays a new role.”

This straightforward language made Tyrion silent for a moment. He put away the blood bottle and whispered:

"That's all in the future."

A hint of cunning flashed through the blood mage's bright red eyes. He took a step back and continued his work. He said softly:
Chapter completed!