24. Lore(2/2)
"Is your body a gift from your new owner?"
Tyrion's voice was calm and cold, like he was telling a joke that wasn't funny:
"Is it because your tail wags well? Or is it because your screams are so sweet?"
"Tyrion!"
Gul'dan opened his left hand, and 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 bone of yours! 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 a demon? Here? In this case?"
Tyrion raised his eyes and glanced at the scepter in Gul'dan's hand and the evil energy portal surging behind him. This reminder made Gul'dan startled. He immediately removed the magic circle that summoned the demon and put his hand
The Scepter of Sargeras inside was also thrown aside.
His betrayal has been known to Kil'jaeden. Once the demons are summoned, his whereabouts will be exposed immediately. At that time, the demons running around throughout the Tomb of Sargeras will instantly pounce on him and tear him apart.
smash.
One experience of escaping death is enough.
"No need to summon demons! (We still have numerical advantage!)"
Gu'gall's cry rang out in the darkness. The next moment, hundreds of Nagas hiding in the water under the stairs rushed up to the platform along the stairs at Gu'gall's call. Under the dim light coming from above,
, those molluscs were wet all over, but they were two meters tall when they stood straight up. They were covered with conspicuous scales and had fins on their backs. They were holding tridents and roared like wild beasts.
Their snake-like movements made a rustling sound and quickly surrounded Tyrion and his Dark Blade Knights.
Under the gaze of hundreds of eager eyes, Gul'dan took a step forward, his voice full of cruel pleasure.
"You ended up missing a move, Tyrion. I admit, the death knights under your command left a deep impression on people, but so what?"
He stretched out his left hand, and a ball of pure magic power gathered in his hand, illuminating his distorted face:
"Here! This temple full of demons! This will be the hell where you will be buried!"
"Wherever you go, you can find little offal with the same smell..."
Tyrion looked around, tilted his head, and looked at Gul'dan, who had a chance to win:
"You have found a new friend, which is great... But Gul'dan, I also have a new friend. Please allow me to introduce you to my... undead army!"
"Buzz"
The first ray of light lit up above the platform, then the second, the third, the fourth... In less than 2 seconds, the sky was already enveloped by densely packed and overlapping ghosts.
When they got up, each of them had a ferocious face, their eyes were red, and they had unparalleled hatred for the living. Their eyes were fixed on Gul'dan and his Nagas.
Thousands of resentful spirits appeared at the same time, covering the wide platform with a layer of frost visible to the naked eye, and the Nagas became even more panicked. Behind Tyrion, the three lords of the resentful spirits tightened their grip.
Armed with weapons, their eyes were full of disgust for these living people who disturbed the tranquility of the dead souls. Even without the alliance with Tyrion, as long as Gul'dan dared to step into the elven 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 Serent.
, the death energy wrapped around the weapon, he pointed the blade at the silent orc warlock, his eyes were as gloomy as ice.
"The scorched earth everywhere is covered with 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 that by joining the new master, you have the right to... escape all this?"
Chapter completed!