Tyrion walked into the hall protected by the orcs. He came alone, without armor, only wearing a well-tailored black hunting suit, as if attending a grand banquet, and he did not look like a
Death knights, on the contrary, are like those polite and indifferent elven nobles.
Under his feet is the Hellfire Fortress not far from the Dark Portal. This is a huge fortress complex built by Chief Blackhand after he destroyed the entire Tanaan Jungle before his expedition to Azeroth. It spans
In the center of the Hellfire Peninsula, it looks like a steel beast standing in the earth.
"Congratulations! Warchief Ner'zhul."
Tyrion walked into the hall and saw Ner'zhul sitting on a chair and three things on the table in front of him.
A thick magic book, sparkling magic gems, and a dark demon scepter decorated with strange wing decorations and holey eye gems.
A smile appeared on Tyrion's lips. He spread his arms and said to the war chief who looked at him:
"You already hold the orcs and the destined future of this world in your hands!"
"Without your knight's guidance, it would be difficult for us to find them, my friend Tyrion."
Ner'zhul smiled, but the next moment, his expression turned gloomy:
"But I have a little question, about the future you showed me... I have a little question."
His finger pointed on the black demon scepter. He looked at the death knight in front of him and asked softly:
"When I came into contact with this staff, I felt the gaze from the depths of the stars. It was a powerful, familiar, and disgusting feeling, very much like the "Shi" who once tempted my people into darkness.
"The Benefactor", that big demon, Kil'jaeden... Obviously, it has come into contact with this staff. Although this staff, as you said, is engraved with portals to hundreds of worlds, but I
I still want to ask, what is the relationship between this staff and the devil?"
"Once I use it to open the portal, what kind of world will I reach?"
Ner'zhul's eyes narrowed:
"Last question, are you here for a showdown? Tyrion..."
The three questions made the smile on the death knight's face disappear. He coughed lightly and said:
"It seems that the war chief can become the greatest shaman, not just by luck. You have wisdom that many people don't have. Well, this scepter belongs to the dark titan Sargeras, who once used it to enter Azeroth.
Well, the hundreds of portals engraved in the staff all lead to those lonely worlds, those worlds that have been occupied by demons."
"As long as you use it, you will be discovered by Sargeras or Kil'jaeden, and the location of this world will be exposed to the eyes of demons. In just a short moment, tens of thousands of demons will pass through the world gate.
, arrive in Draenor, and destroy everything here, along with the world!"
"By the way, you may not be familiar with the name Sargeras. The Dark Titan has another identity, the leader of the Burning Legion... Kil'jaeden, who once tempted you, is one of the most powerful demons under his command.
This is an evil artifact that can only bring endless despair and death."
"Bang"
Ner'zhul could no longer hold back his anger. Although he had guessed all this before, when Tyrion clearly revealed the truth, the warchief still felt a sense of shame and anger at being fooled.
"What a new world! What hope! What fire! What future!... You are lying to me! You disgusting liar!"
"cheat?"
The death knight raised his head, looked at the angry Ner'zhul, and said in a deep voice:
"Please don't insult my reputation...I have given you a new world, didn't you just come back from there?"
"You're talking about...Azeroth!"
"Yes, that's right there! Can you reopen the Dark Portal without the Skull of Gul'dan I gave you?"
Tyrion flicked his fingers, and a glimmer of light flashed in his ice-blue eyes:
"Warchief Ner'zhul, I have done everything I promised! You see, I thought our cooperation would make each other happy. You got hope and I got time."
Tyrion's eyes blinked:
"I have not lied to you from beginning to end. The demons will not let go of this world, and I will stay here to wait for them and give them a head-on blow. There is no need to thank me."
He took out a pocket watch from the pocket of his black hunting suit, looked at the time, and said to Ner'zhul:
"Time is running out. If you put down your weapons now, maybe we can still drink wine together in the Black Temple and forget about the promised future. The moment the Delaney spacecraft lands, this world will already have a future."
"Shameless person!"
The great chief stood up, and the orc warriors surrounding him took a step forward. The weapons in their hands pointed at Tyrion, trapping him in place. The death knight did not care about these weapons that could pierce into the body at any time.
Weapon, he just looked left and right, and then said to Ner'zhul:
"The chiefs of other clans have not come back. You see, great chief, they are smarter than you. They know the right choice... Since you have guessed the ending, why do you want to come back and throw yourself into a trap?"
"Because I'm going to come back and tear into pieces the fool who dares to deceive the tribe!"
Ner'zhul held the Thousand Souls Staff and took a step forward. He said viciously: "Because no one can deceive the tribe and still be safe!"
"well..."
The death knight did not need to breathe, but Tyrion still sighed at this time to express his regret. He shook his left hand, and the magic sword Apocalypse placed in the storage ring fell into his hand. He held the weapon tightly.
In an instant, howls like ghosts and wolves howled around Tyrion, followed by a rapidly expanding death storm.
"Shua"
A pair of dark wings composed of energy spread out behind Tyrion. He raised his head and whispered to Ner'zhul amid the cold frost surrounding him:
"It's such a shame that I gave you a chance."
"Bang"
A loud noise attracted everyone's attention at this moment. Even Warchief Ner'zhul also turned his gaze behind Tyrion, in the distance, where the Dark Portal stood, filled with giant stone pillars.
The dark green energy vortex was like an extinguished fire, shrinking rapidly, and finally gathered into dark green light spots, and then completely dissipated.
Just like the scene it was turned on is played backwards.
The Dark Portal...is closed, closed without the Warchief's orders!
"Saurfang! Traitor!"
Ner'zhul's eyes widened, he looked at Tyrion suddenly, and said word by word:
"Saurfang is also yours?"
"Maybe he will become a member of the Dark Blade Knights in the future, really."
Tyrion turned his wrist, and with a hint of regret, he said softly:
"But now it seems that this exchange is not a loss. The orcs will continue to live in another world. There is enough place for them to live in Azeroth, and the tribe will retain the last trace of fire as you wish.
You see, I did what I promised you, I didn’t deceive you, now... let’s just go ahead and capture you, Chief!”
"Let you and I retain the last bit of dignity, and we won't have swords against each other, but in fact, whether you want it or not, your world already belongs to me!"
"boom"
The next moment, dazzling thunder and cold storm exploded in the top hall of Hellfire Fortress. The flying energy lifted off the top of the solid fortress, like fireworks shooting into the sky, representing another battle on this broken earth.
Bursts of smoke.
"Oh, the negotiations broke down...what a shame."
Far away in the place connecting Talador and Hellfire Peninsula, on the towering barren hillside, Serent rubbed his eyes. He could clearly see the roof of Hellfire Fortress being blown away, which meant that his boss had entered the battlefield.
Already.
"Then come on"
Serent bent down, picked up a black flag from his feet, and waved it in the air. The black flag spread out wildly in the wind. The moment the black broken-edged flag fluttered, at the entrance of the passage below the hillside,
Yrel, who was riding on the armored horse Midnight, clicked and buckled the heavy black helmet on his head.
In the passage behind her, the densely packed undead souls also became anxious.
There are no disgusting members with broken arms and legs, broken stomachs, and dragged intestines in the traditional undead army. Although Auchindoun was destroyed in the big explosion more than ten years ago, it is still a draenei people.
A holy place where corpses have been stored for 200 years. The corpses awakened there are all intact, and most of them come with their own armor.
The dead corpses awakened through large psychic formations retain their souls. Their long slumber fills their bodies with death energy, but their thinking is still a little chaotic, which causes their formations to be crooked. In this formation, apart from the tall ones,
In addition to the draenei, there are also many orcs... awakened orcs.
Talador has more than just draenei cemeteries.
Thousands of undead will pile up tightly on the road from Talador to Hellfire Peninsula. With so many dead people gathered together, the death energy in their bodies resonates with every path they walk.
, were all wrapped up in thick ice, and wherever they went, the weeds and thorns that could grow in the most terrifying desolation were frozen.
Yrel pulled up the reins of her horse and was the first to rush out of the position. Behind her, the Draenei knights riding awakened thunder elephants followed closely. There was only the sound of death running across the earth, and
Nothing more.
This is a silent army...
And where they run, the rolling death energy gathers and goes deep into the ground. There is no need for cumbersome summons or blessings on the soul. It is just the connection and awakening of the death instinct.
Those bones that died in the war, those dead souls that were buried under the dust and trampled by others, stretched out their rugged palms and tore up the ground above their heads. They were filled with enough energy to maintain activity, even though they had long been lost.
They lost their souls, but under the call of death, they once again entered the battlefield.
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."
