Wearing a small black and white tuxedo, the dwarf Ella stood awkwardly in front of Tyrion and bowed respectfully:
"Great Lord, everyone is waiting for you."
On the 41st day after she was "abducted" to Draenor, this little pink-haired dwarf finally had a formal identity. She was appointed as the administrator of the Black Temple a few days ago, that is, the leader of the Dark Blade Knights.
"housekeeper".
Although they look very unreliable and their short stature is not a deterrent, there is nothing they can do about it. The death knights are not willing to waste time on trivial matters. The newly joined Broken Brokers are obviously not trustworthy yet, so
This role can only be filled by Ella.
For this appointment, the dwarf initially refused. How could she, an engineer and craftsman from the civilized world of Azeroth and the technological city of Gnomeregan, become the housekeeper of the death knights?
But her current "guardian" Luminas told him that the death knights had already studied and decided. Ella, who had no way to resist, could only take office dejectedly, and the ingenious Miss Luminas also helped her
I got a decent costume. In short, the little dwarf who had no sense of existence before is now a member of the Dark Blade Knights!
"kindness"
Tyrion stood up from the stone throne. The broken throne had been repaired by the Breakers, and the originally scattered rooftop had been tidied up, making it look much more pleasing to the eye.
He walked towards the conference hall on the second floor of the temple, and Ella followed him step by step. The dwarf was holding a form in his hand, as if he was calculating something.
"Are those Broken Ones still obedient?"
Tyrion suddenly asked, which startled Ella. She raised her head and glanced at the Death Knight Lord, reached out and patted her chest, and said in a clear voice:
"I asked Akama to command them, but the completion rate of every assigned task was very low, probably because they were unconscious."
"Low completion rate? Does that mean they are lazy?"
Tyrion's expression did not change. He waved his finger, and the ghost owl Moon Claw quickly appeared from the darkness and landed on Tyrion's shoulder. The death knight lowered his head and said something to it, and Moon Claw quacked.
After two sounds, he flapped his wings and flew into the darkness.
"I will execute one tenth of the Broken as a warning!"
Tyrion emphasized his tone:
"Ella, you will be the supervisor. If their work efficiency has not improved, you will be responsible for the next execution!"
This bloody decision made the dwarf turn pale, and she stammered:
"Great Lord, maybe... maybe we don't need to be so cruel. Maybe... there may be other solutions. I'm not questioning you, but... this is a bit too..."
"Um?"
The death knight turned his head and looked at the trembling dwarf, a glint of light flashed in his ice-blue eyes:
"I have handed over the command of the Undead Guard to you, Ella. If you think my decision is too cruel, then you should deal with it before it happens! You are the manager of the Broken Ones, they
My life is in your hands!"
"I gave the broken ones a new life, gave them the right to move in the sun, gave them jobs, and they repaid me by being lazy. Do you think this is normal? Do you think this should be done? Do you think they should not be punished?
?”
This rhetorical question left the dwarf speechless. After a moment, she lowered her head and said in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, Great Lord, I have... no experience in this kind of rule and management before, but I still ask you to take back that cruel order, I will..."
The dwarf raised her head, with fear still in her eyes, but out of some persistence to protect her life, she gritted her teeth and said:
"I promise, I will take care of it all!"
"ensure?"
Tyrion savored the word. After a moment, he glanced at the dwarf. The look made the hairs on the dwarf's neck stand up. But in the end, Tyrion nodded:
"Very good, those bastards saved their lives, and I'm looking forward to your guarantee."
"Bang"
Tyrion no longer paid attention to the dwarf's entanglement. He turned around and pushed open the door. The death knights standing on both sides bowed and saluted the high lord. In the hall decorated with crystal lamps, the members of the Dark Blade Knights had already
Everyone arrived and saw Tyrion walking in. The death knights and blood mages stood up to greet their leader.
Tyrion nodded to everyone and sat on the chair at the front. He coughed and knocked on the table:
"Report your results, brothers."
The first one to stand up was the blood mage Severn. After becoming more and more proficient in controlling Sarain's instincts, the old high elf mage regained his youthful body. The price was that he became more and more gloomy.
His character, as well as the bloody mist that began to linger around his body, were the sequelae of excessive bleeding.
"According to your order, we went to Talador to conduct reconnaissance."
Seven stretched out his finger, and in the beating of blue light, a map composed of magic power was suspended in front of everyone's eyes. He pointed at the map and introduced:
"According to the Draenei documents we found in the ruins, this was originally the core area ruled by the Draenei. However, when the orcs slaughtered the world of Draenor, it was completely destroyed by the war. The fine details are no longer here.
Explanation, the point is, we found two very important pieces of information in Talador!"
Seven paused and stretched out his finger to enlarge the magic map in front of him:
"In the south of Talador, there was originally the racial tomb of the Draenei. According to their tradition, the bodies and souls of all the dead Draenei would be sent to this large cemetery. They are in Draenor.
After staying there for 200 years, the corpses and souls stored here are very considerable. In addition, there was a huge explosion in Auchindoun, and there were also many corpses left by orcs in the ruins. Most importantly, their souls
They are all still bound there!"
"According to preliminary exploration and estimation, this should be the second stronghold of the Dark Blade Knights! If we can completely control Auchindoun, the undead that continuously come out of it will be enough to capture at least a third of it for us.
Draenor! Autumn and I have prepared a large undead conversion circle in the ruins of Auchindoun, ready to start recruiting at any time."
Severn's conclusion made Tyrion nodded, and he said softly:
"You have done a good job. Oakington will definitely fall into our hands. What else?"
"There is also information about Shattrath City. Let Serent explain this. He stayed in that city for three days."
Severn sat on the chair, Serent stood up, and continued to explain the information he collected to the knights. Under his consciousness, the blood mage used magic power to roughly create a model of Shattrath City.
"The Draenei have three large cities, Karabor Temple, Shattrath City and Auchindoun. During my investigation, two-thirds of Shattrath City has been destroyed by the orcs' massacre, but the remaining
So far, people in the lower third of the cities are still active.”
"The Broken who lost their homes, the ogres who escaped from Gorgrond, the orc refugees who escaped from the war, and finally some draenei who lived in seclusion. Various races are mixed in this city, and the number is considerable.
And defense is not worth mentioning."
Serent's fingers danced in the air and he said in a harsh voice:
"The most important thing is that it is very close to Auchindoun. As long as we control Auchindoun, the undead army can invade Shattrath in less than a day!"
"No, it's not as easy as you said!"
Yrel, who attended the knights' meeting for the first time, retorted:
"I guess you must not have entered the deepest part of Shattrath, Mr. Serent. There was a Naaru in Shattrath 10 years ago. According to you, since the city of Shattrath still exists, then Naarua
It is very likely that Dar still exists in Shattrath, and perhaps it was it that protected these refugees during the war!"
"Naaru? That legendary creature of holy light?"
Serent frowned and looked at Yrel:
"I did not enter the inner layer of Shattrath. Speaking of which, when I was moving in that city, I did feel an energy similar to the Holy Light..."
"Okay, we'll talk about Shattrath later. If we need troops, Auchindoun and Arak Peaks may be more suitable for us to invade. I'm very satisfied with the information you brought. Let's talk about the orcs next.
.”
Tyrion interrupted the discussion among his men. He turned his gaze to Grokush, who was sitting on his left, and said to the silent orc death knight:
"This time, I want you to join the orcs in their adventure expedition and help them obtain the Book of Medivh and the Eye of Dalaran."
Grokush did not object, he just nodded coldly:
"good!"
"Those death knights who have surrendered, those under the Blood Demon, will also go with you this time."
A hint of coldness flashed in Tyrion's eyes, and he said:
"Your task is not to protect them, but to choose. The Dark Blade Knights don't want waste. Only those who survive the battle are qualified to continue to exist, so it doesn't matter even if the entire army is annihilated."
The orc nodded, and Tyrion looked at Yrel again. He hesitated for a moment and said:
"Yrel, this time you follow Ner'zhul to Karazhan. This is your first battle, so no matter what the outcome is, you must protect yourself. In addition, if you have the opportunity, give me a "gift" to Karazhan.
The mages..."
"Tell them that the Dark Blade Knight's things are not so easy to get!"
"As you command!"
Yrel stood up and loudly responded to Tyrion's order. The high lord nodded. He stood up, put his hands on the table, and said to everyone:
"The orcs are coming out in droves, which is a good opportunity for us to develop our strength. In addition to Grokush and Yrel, the next thing we have to do is before the orc soldiers return to Draenor.
Form the first undead army of the Dark Blade Knights!"
"Are we going to war with the orcs?"
Luminas lay on the table with a boneless look. She looked at Tyrion curiously, the red light in her eyes beating violently: "Can we finally kill the orcs?"
"Don't be so explicit, Lumi. It's a bad habit to always tell the truth."
Tyrion showed a stiff smile:
"The cooperation with the orcs is about to end, and our relationship with them will always undergo some small changes... I also want to be friends with the orcs, but it is a pity that the world of Draenor is too small to allow so many forces to coexist.
.”
"Okay, everyone, go get ready! It will be very busy next time."
Tyrion ended the meeting, and the death knights left the hall in twos and threes, leaving only Tyrion and Grokush.
"Is there really no hope for Delano?"
Grokush asked in a low voice: "The elements have obviously begun to revive."
"Oh, Blackhand, it seems like you still have feelings for your world."
Tyrion said softly, and Grokush shook his head:
"It's not about feelings, I just feel a little emotional after seeing the world where I was born and raised... Speaking of which, do you want to kill all the orcs? Didn't you promise Ner'zhul that they would find a new world?"
"New world?"
Tyrion let out a low laugh: "Haha, didn't I already give it to them?"
This sentence made Grokush stunned for a moment, and then he heard Tyrion say:
"If the orcs still have a little bit of wisdom, they will seize their last chance, Azeroth, which is the only new world they can find! There are indeed countless portals sealed in the scepter of Sargeras, but there is no one
It can bring hope to the orcs. In those worlds that have been occupied by demons, there is only despair everywhere."
"So, you deceived Ner'zhul?"
A hint of gloom flashed in Grokush's gray eyes:
"Everything he did, everything he did to save the world, it just didn't make sense, right?"
"How can you say it's meaningless?"
Tyrion leaned on the chair and intertwined his fingers:
"If the orc warriors cannot be transferred out of this world in a reasonable way, it will be difficult for the undead army to develop. Your tradition makes you hate death. I just think about the problem from our perspective and then make the best decision.
Good choice... In addition, I can assure you, Grokush, that your compatriots will live very well in Azeroth, a hundred times better than staying in Draenor and waiting to die!"
"Azeroth is a world with secrets. I can't tell you what the secret is, but I can say with certainty that it is the last hope for the orcs, not just the orcs... but also, in all of this
After this is over, I will not kill all the remaining old and weak orcs in this world, provided that they will not resist me!"
Tyrion stared into Grokush's eyes:
"This is my promise to you!"
"kindness"
Grokush nodded and said no more. Before he left, Tyrion suddenly remembered something. He walked to Blackhand and whispered to him:
"The noble of Alterac, Presto, if you meet him on this trip, don't resist him and obey his request. There is a huge force behind that noble. Don't anger him. He is very dangerous.
