Ner'zhul, who came to the Black Temple alone, looked around the gloomy building.
It had only been two days since he last came, but the building in front of him had undergone earth-shaking changes. Many aroused skeletons were cleaning up the rubble inside the building under the orders of the death knights, and
Under the command of the pink-haired dwarf, some skeletons were repairing the energy conduits inside the temple.
"It seems that Mr. Tyrion will stay here for a long time..."
Ner'zhul blinked. He watched with interest as the dwarfs jumped up and down and lost their temper at the stupid skeletons. In his mind, he was assessing the meaning of these death knights' actions.
"That's probably a good thing."
Ner'zhul told himself: "His staying here for a long time is equivalent to tying himself to Draenor's chariot. Once the demon invades this world, he will also fight back in order to protect himself...Terry
The Angry Dark Blade Knights are a force that can be united!"
Luminas walked out of the darkness wearing a long black dress. She was wearing something similar to high-heeled shoes, which clicked on the ground. When she was not fighting, the beauty-loving elf would always wear some clothes from the past.
Before Yrel arrived, among all the knights of the Dark Blade Knights, she was actually the one who looked most like a living person.
"Tyrion asked me to take you up, Mr. Warchief."
The death knight lady stood in front of Ner'zhul impatiently with her hands on her hips. She lacked respect for the new orc warchief. This was natural. You can't ask a dead person to have much respect for a living person.
Ner'zhul didn't care about this attitude. He was someone who had seen big scenes. He even talked and laughed with the big demon in disguise. In his opinion, Luminas was a death knight without much scheming. In the end,
The wonderful thing is that she still retains her preferences during her lifetime, which makes her much easier to deal with than the brooding Tyrion.
"Haha, I'm really embarrassed to always trouble Miss Lumi to pick me up. Let me consider this a gift to express my gratitude."
With a twist of the great shaman's wrist, a luxurious and exquisite crystal jewelry ring fell into Luminas's hands. The latter picked it up and looked at it, her eyes filled with ecstasy.
"Oh, rare 23 facets, pure amethyst, sophisticated cutting technology, perfect silver embellishment, this is a real masterpiece. Accepting this kind of gift makes me a little scared."
After a very professional evaluation, Luminas put the jewelry on her finger like a little girl, looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Ner'zhul again with eyes that changed.
It was much softer. Of course, no matter how soft a dead man's eyes were, they would only make people feel cold, but that kind of faint kindness was felt by the great shaman.
He smiled and waved his hand:
"This is nothing. You know, orc society does not circulate coins, and these jewelry do not conform to our aesthetics. It is perfect to give them to people who know how to appreciate them. By the way, I saw you are renovating this temple, Tai
Does Mr. Ryan plan to stay here for a long time?"
"Well, at least 5 years, that's what he said anyway."
Luminas answered casually and motioned for Ner'zhul to follow. The two of them soon walked into the stairs of the Dark Temple. The Great Shaman looked around and found that there were many places here compared to the last time he came.
There were many dead people who could move freely. He pretended to be curious and asked:
"Are these corpses your reserve troops?"
"How can it be that simple?"
Luminas was still immersed in some slight joy of getting the gift. It was not a secret anyway. She immediately answered Ner'zhul's question:
"We are different from those bastards like Blood Demon. Tyrion only wants elite knights. These corpses lack talent and will not be regarded as warriors. They are just servants used for training. Speaking of which, although there are many corpses in this temple
, but there are not many who meet Tyrion’s stringent selection conditions.”
"Well, are you taking the elite soldier route?"
The rosary in Ner'zhul's hand paused, and he smiled and said:
"It seems that Mr. Tyrion's pursuit is very lofty."
"Well, who knows what he is thinking."
Luminas lamented:
"I've been too busy these days. Look at how dry my hair is. It's such a desperate life... Speaking of which, Mr. Nerozhu, do you know that there is still darkness in Draenor?"
A place like a temple? There are many victims, preferably a dense city like a war."
"Well, let me think about it."
Ner'zhul closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said to Luminas:
"The war between the orcs and the draenei has ended long ago. The three major cities of the draenei in Draenor have fallen. In addition to Karabor, the only ones left are Shattrath City in Talador and Al
Kingdon... By the way, Auchindoun! That was originally the place where the Draenei were buried. Gul'dan's followers once conducted evil experiments there and blew up the city. It should be in line with your expectations.
Require."
As he spoke, the old shaman saw Grokush who was training Yrel. He suddenly remembered something. He turned to look at Luminas and asked in a low voice:
"Don't you think you've decided to go to the orc graveyard?"
Ner'zhul's tone became stiff:
"I advise you not to do this. After the evil pollution is eliminated, the orcs will inevitably return to their ancestral beliefs. The act of playing with corpses is extremely evil in our opinion... Due to the current good cooperative relationship between us, you
You wouldn’t be so reckless, right?”
"Look what you said..."
Luminas covered her mouth and laughed, a cold light flashed in the corner of her beautiful eyes, and she said softly:
"Don't worry, Warchief. The orcs have killed two-thirds of the draenei. Their corpses are enough for us to use for a long time. Okay, I've sent the road to the rooftop here. You can go up by yourself, Tai.
Ryan is waiting for you."
Ner'zhul said goodbye to Luminas with a smile on his face. When he disappeared into the stairs, Miss Lumina looked at the jewelry on her finger and smiled disdainfully. She turned and walked towards her residence, with a tumble of
Killing intent surged in her heart.
"You old immortal thing, if you dare to trick me, when you are no longer useful... I will be the first to kill you!"
"Bang"
The ajar door of the rooftop was pushed open by Ner'zhul. He immediately saw Tyrion standing on the edge of the rooftop. Behind the death knight, there were several hunched Broken Ones who were carefully cleaning the place and cleaning the rooftop.
of gravel.
This was the first time Ner'zhul saw a living creature in the Black Temple. Another conspicuous living creature, the little dwarf Ayla, was subconsciously ignored by him. The dwarf obviously had a special relationship with these death knights. Maybe that dwarf
It's the Death Knight Reserve.
"Do the dead also drive the living?"
Ner'zhul strolled up to Tyrion and whispered, "I thought you would only trust the dead."
"We will be vigilant to all who live, my friend Ner'zhul."
Tyrion turned around and looked at the great shaman with calm and cold eyes. He said softly: "But if they are still useful, I will not hesitate to give them the opportunity to serve in death. Things of value should be reasonable."
Use, this is a very simple principle.”
The death knight paused and waved his finger. Under the leadership of Akama, several Broken Breakers quickly exited the rooftop, leaving only Tyrion and Ner'zhul. The elf looked at the orcs and said:
"So, you came to see me again after two days. It seems that you have understood part of the truth. I thought you would use all your troops to kill all the remaining draenei in this world. After all... they are the only ones.
It’s the root of all evil, isn’t it?”
"The Draenei are just insignificant characters. They will die sooner or later, and the demons will kill them all sooner or later. We don't need to do anything. You are right, my friend Tyrion. The most important thing now is for the orcs.
Civilization leaves a spark of fire!”
The great shaman waved his hand, and the howling wind formed a blurry seat behind him. He sat on it, leaning on his staff, and his thin cheek moved, and the gray-white mark on it was very clear. He looked at Terry
Ang, said in a deep voice:
"Let's talk about what we didn't finish last time. Regarding the weapons you mentioned that can open portals to other worlds, how do we get them? What do we have to pay for them?"
"You don't need to pay anything. This information is given to me for free as an expression of my goodwill..."
The death knight leaned on the stone pillar on the side. He flicked his fingers, and a dark red energy spark danced on his fingertips. He said softly:
"The Skull of Gul'dan in your hand can help you reopen the Dark Portal. You also need a book that records the magical wisdom of all warlocks and mages, the Book of Medivh. That book records all the magical wisdom in history.
There are teleportation spells that you have seen, and some that you have never seen... That book is probably wandering in the country in the northern border of Azeroth. If I remember correctly, it should be in the Kingdom of Alterac."
Ner'zhul nodded:
"Attempts in unknown areas do require the knowledge of the sages. Is the Book of Medivh written by the guardian of the star realm? I have heard of his name from Gul'dan."
"Who knows? Maybe he wrote it, maybe not."
Tyrion's eyes narrowed when he heard Medivh's name. He hated this name, but he quickly adjusted his emotions and continued:
"Books alone are not enough. You also need the Scepter of Sargeras, which is a staff with an endless world mark sealed inside. It is collected not far from the Dark Portal by a group of mages who think they are righteous.
That place is called Karazhan. I can give you a detailed map. As long as you break through there, you can get this treasure..."
A stiff and feminine smile appeared at the corner of Tyrion's mouth, and he said softly:
"I will send my knights to act with you, but I suggest that you lead the elite warriors there yourself. Those mages are very naive, but they are really good at fighting. Don't show mercy to them... Only kill them all, you guys
Only then can we get the scepter!"
The death knight's voice became a bit colder, and the murderous intention in his words was noticed by Ner'zhul, and the old shaman snorted dissatisfied:
"Did you have a problem with them? Kill someone with a borrowed knife?"
"This question means nothing to you, my friend."
Tyrion shrugged: "Whether I have any issues with them or not is my business. They have what you need, so they will inevitably become your enemies. It's easy to understand..."
"The last thing is stored in the magical city of Dalaran. It is a gem that can gather a large amount of magic power. The mage calls it the Eye of Dalaran."
The death knight said: "That is the most dangerous place. If you want to attack the city of mage, you will inevitably suffer a lot of losses. Moreover, it is very close to Lordaeron. If you are not careful, you will be discovered by humans. You
You know, judging from the current situation, humans and orcs are almost sworn enemies."
"So you just drew a big pie for me. This is simply an impossible plan!"
Ner'zhul frowned: "I can't block the future of the orcs on a plan that relies on luck."
"No, no, no! You have an advantage!"
Tyrion stretched out his finger and shook it:
"You really have an advantage! Human beings have not killed all the orc prisoners. Those prisoners are locked up in prisoner-of-war camps. You only need to send some warriors to break through those prisoner-of-war camps. In an instant, you will have enough manpower and material resources! And according to reports,
I know that the three clans of Dragonmaw, Blackstone and Bloodring have a large number of warriors staying in Azeroth, as long as you can persuade them..."
"Then it's another crazy invasion!"
Tyrion spread his arms, and a strange look shone on his cheeks:
"The tired human soldiers will die tragically under your weapons, and the bad order of that world will be challenged again! Think about it, Ner'zhul, launching a surprise attack when humans have no spare power, in panic
, their army will inevitably disperse at the first touch, and you will grab the last supplies to prepare for the long journey."
The death knight lowered his voice:
"The most important thing is that those orcs stained with demonic blood are hopeless! Ner'zhul, if you don't take this opportunity to consume them all, even if you find a new world, the love in their hearts will never die.
War fanaticism will also make your new world a mess...Rather than executing them yourself, it is better to let them die a worthy death...let them die on the battlefield."
"You! You really are a devil! Tyrion!"
Ner'zhul said solemnly. Faced with this accusation, Tyrion snorted, folded his arms, and said softly:
"In fact, each of us is a disgusting monster, and the real irony is that once you find yourself in hell, my friend, the only one who can save you is the devil... Come on, cooperate.
..”
He stretched out his hand towards Ner'zhul and said meaningfully:
"The scenery seen from the sacrifice of the warriors must be very beautiful."
"What about you? Tyrion, what can you gain from all this, all this you have done? I don't see what benefit you will gain. Are you really a saint? I don't believe it!"
Ner'zhul looked at Tyrion, who did not hide anything, but said very straightforwardly:
"I want something different from you... Ner'zhul, my way of questioning the world is chaos and war."
"What is fate? What is justice? Is that world, and everything that the so-called guardians fight to protect, really right?"
"I want everyone who has been hurt by the war to think about this problem! Maybe it's hard to understand, but it doesn't matter. You just need to know that my actions so far have been beneficial to both sides, and I am destined to win!"
