Tyrion ultimately failed to crack the secret of Sarlaine, even though he had the first two blood followers behind him.

But this success was accidental and uncontrollable. Tyrion's plan to mass-produce Sarain failed.

Among the 17 corpses of elven mages recovered by the Dark Blade Knights, only the old mage Severn Flame and the young mage Autumn Fireweave were transformed into Sarain, and this transformation seemed to Tyrion

In fact, it failed.

They do have a thirst for blood, and they can control blood, but the control is too weak. They can only draw blood from the enemy's wounds. They cannot achieve Tyrion's terrifying power of draining all the blood in an instant.

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In addition, their resurrected bodies have greatly improved their adaptability to shadow and frost magic, but the power of the fire magic they are good at has been weakened, and their overall strength has been slightly improved.

This inexplicable transformation made Tyrion very dissatisfied, but after thinking about it, he still came to a vague conclusion.

The high elves of Quel'Thalas are still nourished by the magic power of the Sunwell. Magic power is readily available to them, so even their bone-deep magic addiction can be satisfied and their hunger for magic power will not be reflected.

Demonic addiction exists, but this satiated demonic addiction cannot make the elves become blood elves after death.

Only when the Sunwell dies and loses its ubiquitous magical nourishment can the irremediable magic addiction in the body of the high elves be truly stimulated!

Only at that time can the large-scale appearance of Sarain be realized.

"Low-level mages are of no use to us. They are not as powerful as skeleton shooters. In Quel'Thalas, a place where magic civilization is highly developed, the number of high-level mages is less than 5,000, and they are basically concentrated in various places.

They are rare resources in the Archmage Tower and the Mage Legion."

Tyrion was sitting in the ruins of Desom, holding a wine flask in his hand. He seemed to be hesitating whether to drink the liquid. Beside him, after listening to Tyrion's description, Tyrion

, also shook his head in disappointment:

"The war in Quel'Thalas is over. The elves have collected the corpses they can find, and with the strength of Silvermoon City's defense, we have no chance at all."

"Enough is enough. Coming to Quel'Thalas was a complete mistake. I wanted to be a hyena following a lion and strengthen myself by picking up leaks. I wanted both strength and safety, but I lost the most because of it.

The important thing is that I killed her..."

"What a pity. I thought that if Gul'dan died, she would be able to avoid her cruel fate, but I accidentally contributed to her death. I thought I could change her fate. Ha, it backhanded me so hard.

It's really a shame to give me a slap in the face and then laugh at my overestimation."

Tyrion looked at the rising light of dawn in the distance, and watched the darkness being torn apart bit by bit by the rising sun. Finally, he turned on the wine bottle and drank wine for the first time after his death.

Except for him, no one in the world will know that the Windrunner family should have been almost destroyed in this battle. He changed the direction of the war and saved the family... Unfortunately, General Lilesa

Still dying on this battlefield, in front of Tyrion, this is not a victory...only endless loss.

Serent was a little curious when he saw Tyrion swallowing a gulp of strong wine, and he asked:

"Do you still have a sense of taste?"

Tyrion shook his head. After death, the corpse lost its sense of taste, touch, and even the smell of blood, which they could feel through the energy of death. Such a being could not taste the taste of wine at all.

"So how do you feel?"

Serent asked again, and Tyrion frowned. He looked at the wine bottle in his hand and whispered:

"I can only feel the cold liquid flowing into my body. It is no different from water. It is not as delicious as blood... Oh, by the way, I forgot. Except for me, none of you can taste the delicious taste of blood."

"Then why are you drinking it?"

Serent continued to ask. This question annoyed Tyrion. He turned his head, took another sip of wine, and said coldly:

"You're really making things difficult for me... Just think I'm playing a game."

Serent couldn't understand this behavior until Luminas came over. The young lady snatched the wine bottle from Tyrion's hand, took a sip, wiped her mouth, and said to the two people:

"It's ready, we can go at any time!"

"Why are you drinking it too?"

Serent shouted:

"You can't even taste it!"

"So what?"

Luminas put her hands on her hips and said impatiently: "I just want to drink. Do you have any objections?"

A big hand took the wine bottle from Luminas' hand. Grokush raised his head and poured the last sip of wine into his mouth. He threw the wine bottle towards the ruins behind him. He looked at Serent with a meaningful expression.

said:

"It doesn't matter if you can't taste the wine, as long as you know you're drinking."

"I can not understand."

Serent shook his head, and Grokush reached for the big box on the ground. He, Luminas, and Tyrion walked towards the ruins without looking back. There, two zombie dragons and the remaining

The bone griffins are ready and they are leaving Quel'Thalas.

"We are dead, we can't taste the wine, we can't taste the food, we can't even breathe. Death takes away all these, but that doesn't matter...you can actually still have them!"

Grokush turned around and shouted to Serent, who was standing in the ruins, with an ugly smile on his rough orcish face:

"Don't be struck down by death! Don't give in to it!"

"Just pretend that you are actually still alive..."

Tyrion jumped on the saddle behind the zombie dragon, and he waved towards Serent:

"Let's go! We have to rush to the hilly battlefield tomorrow. If you don't want to miss the next battle... I know you don't want to miss it, right?"

"Wait for me!"

Serent picked up the war bow and war halberd and rushed forward quickly. He jumped on the other zombie dragon. After taking off, he suddenly patted Grokush on the shoulder in front of him and whispered:

"Is there any more wine? Give me a bottle."

"Ha ha ha ha"

Amid the good-natured laughter of the orc death knight, a bottle of orc liquor was stuffed into Serent's hand. He twisted it open, took a small sip, and then frowned. It was just as Tyrion said.

That way, there is no taste at all.

But the next moment, he raised his head, poured the cold liquor into his mouth, and then wiped his mouth full of wine stains. Although he could no longer feel any taste, in the cold wind howling high in the sky, Serente's

My mind felt strangely calm.

No...it's not like it has no taste at all!

There is still the smell of the past, and the smell of being alive...

"Ha ha ha ha"

The death knight laughed. The laughter was so sudden that it made Salayin Autumn on the bone griffon behind the zombie dragon a little confused. He looked back at Severn beside him and asked:

"Mr. Severn, are these death knights crazy?"

Old Sarain shook his head and closed the magic book in his hand. He looked at his young compatriots, a gentle light flashed in his blood-red eyes:

"No, kid, they are just looking back at the past. Frankly speaking, this attitude is worth learning..."

After speaking, Old Sarain took out a bottle of maple leaf wine that looked very old from the storage ring on his finger. This was originally the best collection he had collected while he was alive. It is said that it has been stored for thousands of years.

years, and now, he unscrewed it without hesitation and raised the bottle to Autumn:

"Want a drink, kid?"

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On the other side, at the edge of the distant hilly battlefield, at this dawn, the cold wind of the towering Alterac Mountains blew out of the valleys covered with ice and snow, seeming to freeze everything.

This is the entrance to the Alterac Mountains, the hinterland and capital of the Kingdom of Alterac. It is also one of the highest mountains in northern Xinjiang. It is covered with ice and snow that will not melt all year round, but it is rich in products and nourishes the entire Alterac.

Kingdom of Ke.

Just from a military perspective, this is also a very important military area. Going north from the Alterac Mountains, you can easily bypass the siege of the hills and directly enter the junction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the Kingdom of Gilneas.

The Silverpine Forest is located in the heart of the city, and from there, it doesn't even take 2 days to reach the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the City of Lordaeron.

However, the Alterac Mountains are majestic and towering, and almost every pass in the mountains is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Attacking from the bottom up, without suffering huge casualties, it is impossible to defeat the Alterac legions defending this place.

And because of the "defensive" concept inherited from the Alterac royal family, strong fortresses were built at every pass. These fortresses were even covered with frost at low temperatures, like strong shields in the mountains.

"This is a defense that is almost impossible to defeat..."

Warchief Orgrim was carrying his warhammer on his back. He was riding on a black war wolf, looking at the world covered in snow in front of him. But the next moment, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he whispered:

"It's a pity that this solid fortress lacks a soul! It's a shame that it is owned by a coward!"

"This is a good thing, Warchief."

Dahl, the old sword master of the Burning Blade Clan, was riding a wolf and standing next to Warchief Orgrim. Although the surrounding temperature had dropped to below zero, the old sword master was still naked and had a string of dippers around his neck.

The red bone rosary, carrying the flaming sword Sankesu on his back, looks particularly ferocious.

"The coward king of Alterac has surrendered. He has opened a path for us to the heart of the human kingdom. We are about to win!"

"So I will be merciful and spare his life!"

Orgrim looked at the messenger from the Kingdom of Alterac walking slowly in the wind and snow in the distance, and he said softly:

"After we conquer Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Alterac will survive. We cannot kill all humans. Let Mr. Perenold manage humans for us. He will be a very "qualified" shepherd.
To be continued...