There are more and more numbers, following behind the galloping death knights, chaotic, crazy, and irrational. They can only rely on the little desire left in their broken bodies...hatred of the living and desire for destruction.

Led by their more powerful compatriots, they charged without hesitation... until everything was overwhelmed.

This is... this is the Knights of Tyrion's dream. Although it is still very weak and very rudimentary, it doesn't matter. Time is on their side and they will always grow.

"Dang" "Dang"

The piercing alarm bells rang wildly in the outer positions of Hellfire Fortress, but before the reinforcements arrived, the first orc flew backwards when Yrel swung the warhammer. He fell to the ground and was hit again.

Then the huge Thunder Elephant Knights crushed him.

The twisted corpse lay pitifully in the flattened camp. Until the moment of death, he was unable to swing the counterattack sword. The most terrifying thing was that after the death knights charged past,

The body that had lost its soul staggered up from the ground amid the call of death energy.

He looked around blankly, and his half-crushed head still contained disgusting blood and broken bones. But the next moment, he dragged his weapon and joined the stumbling undead army.

"Bang"

Holding the magic sword in both hands, Tyrion dodged the lava flames coming from the front. He charged forward. During the wrong step, the sharp sword blade brushed against the roaring earth element. Three interlaced red rays of light flashed away.

As the death knight's body approached Ner'zhul, the solid earth elemental body fell apart.

"The power of the elements!"

Seeing Tyrion charging straight towards him, Ner'zhul did not dodge or dodge. He opened his hands and clenched his hands into fists at the moment Tyrion's blade slashed down.

"Right next to you!"

"Bang" "Bang"

The solid ground beneath their feet cracked, and the entangled soil formed a pair of fists from the bottom up. They grabbed the death knight's feet one left and one right, stopping his attack in place. There was a trace of anger at the corner of Ner'zhul's mouth.

Sneering, his fists wrapped around the rotating earth shield, and hit Tyrion's chest like steel cannonballs.

"Pa"

The grip of the earth under the corner of his mouth was shattered. The death knight's body flipped twice in the air and landed firmly on the ground. The dark wings behind him bulged. He raised his head and reached out to wipe his face, which was scratched by the strong wind.

of wounds.

With the shaking of Tyrell's fingers, the previously killed orc guards stood up from the ground one by one, stiffened their bodies, held weapons, and under the orders of the death knight, surrounded the great shaman.

Center of the platform.

"You are not fighting me, Ner'zhul."

"You are fighting against all the dead creatures in this world. You are fighting against your own civilization... Look, I can still last a long time..."

Tyrion stretched out his hand and clasped it on the shoulder of an orc undead beside him, extracting the death energy from the awakened dead body. As the undead fell to the ground again, the wounds on his body were also rapidly

heal.

Tyrion moved his wrist easily and raised the magic sword again, his fingers grazing the sharp blade. In the icy blue light dots where the runes were lit, he saw the great shaman's face becoming increasingly ugly.

"Hope for the present causes dissatisfaction, hope for the future creates a burden... Give up hope that is meaningless, my friend."
Chapter completed!