"Modgood, Queen of Witches..."
Derek, who has a good family background, soon realized the identity of the corpse with only bones left, and after that, he immediately became extremely vigilant in his heart.
Derek looked at Orgrim calmly. After the two confirmed each other's eyes, Orgrim grabbed the corpse of a dwarf that had been dead for many years. He held the thick skull of the dwarf in his big hands and poured out the necromantic energy. Suddenly he began to absorb the corpse's memories of his life.
But after a while, Orgrim released his big hand holding the skull and shook his head at Derek, "Sure enough, the souls of these corpses have long gone."
"That could only be the master who was fed to these cultists," Derek used his rune sword to clear a path for him to stay, and walked slowly to Modgud's body.
Even though Modgud had been dead for many years, Derek could tell from the ferocious and exaggerated opening and closing of her skull what kind of despair the Witch King had experienced before her death. It seemed that a common problem among Dark Iron dwarves was that they did not Knowing what a dangerous power he controls.
First with the power of the void of the ancient gods, and then with the Fire Lord who once entrenched in the Blackstone Mountains, the Dark Iron Dwarves have already dealt with some of the most dangerous beings on Azeroth. It is really true that this group can survive now. not easy.
"Are you sure your magic hasn't failed?"
Orgrim walked around the hall vigilantly and found that except for the dwarf skeletons everywhere, there was nothing else worth noting here.
Derek did not answer Orgrim's words. He squatted next to Modgud's skeleton and seemed to be fiddling with something.
"Did you hear what I said? Or is there something special about this corpse?" Seeing that Derek ignored him, Orgrim walked forward quickly, but stopped halfway and shook his head warily. Stopping the war hammer in his hand, "Derek?!"
Derek still didn't respond, but this time he stood up, and in his hand was a strange curved-edged dagger, and the huge eyeball at the joint of the blade was like a living thing, staring at Austria. Grim, this battle-hardened old orc couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.
Just when Orgrim thought Derek was controlled by the dagger and was about to swing his warhammer to knock the dagger out of Derek's hand, Derek finally spoke, "Wait, Orgrim! I'm not controlled!"
However, Orgrim still swung the war hammer at Derek without hesitation. Judging from the amplitude of the hammer's head, if Derek didn't dodge in time, he might be directly smashed into two pieces.
Fortunately, Derek reacted in time. He quickly raised his sword and blocked the angle between the head and handle of Orgrim's hammer. The hammer stopped midway before it could accumulate enough kinetic energy.
"You're crazy, Orgrim, I said I'm not under control." Derek angrily scolded Orgrim, who was attacking him.
Orgrim saw that Derek showed no other expression except the expected anger, and he also put away a little hostility, but he still scolded in a cold voice, "Are you an idiot? This kind of evil weapon with unknown origin is also If you dare to hold it directly in your hand, you should know better than me how these dwarves died."
Although with the protection of the Lich King, it is difficult for the undead of natural disasters to be brainwashed by the ancient gods, but no one knows how much they are bewitched and hypnotized by holding such an evil weapon. Orgrim's cautious character does not allow him to do so. Any possible errors may occur.
"Don't underestimate the power of the Lich King, Orgrim. He is far more powerful than we imagined." Seeing that Orgrim had no intention of continuing to attack, Derek put away his sword, but he also understood Orgrim was worried, so he threw the dagger in his hand. However, the dagger had no tendency to fall. Instead, it just floated in the air. "I did hear the whisper of this dagger, but I only heard it." Now, the power of the Lich King completely blocks the influence she intends to exert on me."
Arthas' protection of several powerful knights under his command was quite good. Unless he fell into the private domain of an ancient god like a certain unlucky Raiden, it would be difficult for them to take them away even if they faced an ancient god directly. of self-will.
In other words, before the ancient gods can break through their spiritual defenses, the overly powerful spiritual power will directly destroy their bodies and souls instead of controlling them.
It might be easy to kill the captured Death Knights, but it would be no less difficult to brainwash them than to confront Arthas, the Lich King.
Xalatath was just like Derek thought at the beginning. If she could whisper to Derek to take her away from here, then she might be able to carry out her plan better after gaining a powerful servant.
But when she used telekinesis to isolate Orgrim and Derek's attention, and hid herself next to Modgud's corpse, intending to use the last power of the Witch King's corpse to carry out the psychic invasion, she discovered that I was totally wrong.
The moment she tried to control Derek, the powerful psychic defense immediately knocked away her power. At the same time, an extremely tyrannical existence had already set its sights on herself.
Realizing that he might be in big trouble, Xal'atath immediately decided to implement Plan B - surrender.
Yes, although she is a weapon with powerful dark power, capable of bewitching mortals at will, and even a bishop with firm faith in the Holy Light, she is somewhat powerless when facing the master of dark power in Azeroth today. Caught.
After all, she only has a little bit of willpower and a body that can be used as a weapon. It would be too foolish to deal with the Lich King in her current state.
Having figured this out, Xal'atath did not hesitate to abandon the "dignity" of being a supreme being with the ancient gods such as Y'Shaarj, C'Thun, and Yogg-Saron, and prepared to be like a puppy wagging its tail for mercy. Protect yourself in front of Alsace as well.
To be more precise, dignity was something that had disappeared along with most of her strength and soul when she was eaten by her former colleagues.
Her only thought now is to live longer than any other ancient god. Only in this way can she make up for the ridiculous mistakes she made back then.
After a brief thought, Xal'atath was even more certain of this idea, because after she "overestimated her capabilities" and touched the death knight's spiritual defense, the terrifying Lich King had already arrived!
The chill that penetrated the bone marrow spread in this spacious hall. Derek and Orgrim immediately understood something. They looked in the same direction invariably, and the lingering black mist quickly outlined a tall figure.
"Xal'atath."
After Alsace's figure completely solidified in the hall, he softly exhaled a word, and the name itself seemed to have magic power. Just chanting it made the ubiquitous shadows start to move.
But Xalatath's reaction was far more agile and faster than those low-level shadow creatures. Her blade buzzed quickly, and then the shadows immediately fell silent.
She whispered in a coquettish voice that only Arthas could hear, "At your service, my new master."
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