30. The daily routine of the Dark Blade Knight [31/100]
"Most of the orcs who can still fight have been exiled to Azeroth. There are no more than 20,000 orcs left in Draenor, and most of them are old people and children who have no fighting ability."
On the seventh day after the fall of Hellfire Fortress, the orc expulsion operation across the entire Hellfire Peninsula was coming to an end. The Dark Blade Knights controlled most of the land, but the death knights did not kill all the orcs who escaped.
Just drove them out of the peninsula.
On the rooftop of the Black Temple, Grokush was reporting the entire battle process to Tyrion.
"Most of these remaining orcs live in Garadar in Nagrand, which is a settlement controlled by the shaman Gaiaan."
Blackhand's return was unremarkable, the whole thing was spoken in the hollow and plain voice of the Death Knight, which was almost drowsy, and Tyrion actually didn't care about these remaining orcs, they were almost no threat.
"The elemental power in Nagrand is the most active, and it is not suitable for death knights to move there."
Tyrion flicked his fingers, glanced at Grokush, and said softly:
"Since they are still alive, let them continue to live, Grokush. I will give you the task of monitoring Nagrand. If they still try to destroy the Dark Blade's rule of this world, then don't blame me.
Ruthless...this is my promise to you!"
"As for those orcs who can still fight, drive them all to Frostfire Ridge."
Lord Darkblade crossed his fingers and held his chin. A look of thinking flashed through his ice-blue eyes: "I don't have time to chase them. After Auchindoun's resources are developed, Arak Peak Forest
That will be our next target.”
"Thank you for your kindness, Tyrion."
Grokush's voice finally changed slightly. He leaned forward slightly and said to the great lord:
"I will definitely manage the borders of Nagrand and find more cemeteries nearby. Speaking of which, you will definitely be interested in the Hanging Castle in the easternmost part of Nagrand, which is the last city of the ogres.
Two years before the Dark Portal opened, it was captured and destroyed by the orcs. It is said that the ancient knowledge passed down by the Ogre Empire is buried there. The most important thing is, as far as I know, the last branch of the Ogre Empire
The most powerful legion was buried there!"
"Oh? In other words, there are resources hidden under the ruins that can be used by us?"
Tyrion's eyes blinked, and after a moment, he nodded:
"Then, the development of Hanging Castle will be left to you. Don't forget to collect information about Gorgrond. It is said that it is a completely barbaric land."
"As you command, great lord!"
Grokush turned and left. Before Tyrion could enjoy a moment of peace, Serent walked onto the rooftop again, and he brought a piece of news that was neither good nor bad.
"One of the tombs we dug in Auchindoun was damaged. It is certain that it was not the work of the orcs."
Serent turned it aside carefully, and seeing Tyrion's expression unchanged, he took out a strange feather from his pocket and handed it to the great lord.
"We found a lot of these feathers at the site. Yrel told me that these are the remaining feathers of the arakkoa people in this world."
"Arakkoa?"
Tyrion put the feathers in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at them. The feathers of this huge bird had lost their luster. When he touched them with his fingers, he could feel that there was a bit of darkness and depth in these feathers, but they were also twisted.
With the magic power, the death knight's fingers danced on the edge of the stone throne. After a moment, he returned the feather to Serent.
"Ignore them for now, strengthen our vigilance, and continue to develop Auchindoun. We still know too little about this world. Let Severn search for those souls and resurrect a group of knowledgeable Draenei first.
Be our guide to bring the whole world together!”
"Yeah, I understand."
Serent breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, and then said:
"Tyrion, we have too few manpower. We can't even fully manage Oakington. If we only rely on Severn and I, the efficiency will be too low. Therefore, what I am thinking is, should we
Select another group of managers from those knights who have been resurrected?"
"Well, this is also something I'm considering."
Tyrion crossed his legs, leaned on the throne, crossed his fingers back and forth, and said to Serent:
"Ask Yrel to follow you to Auchindoun. You, Severn and Yrel form a group and consider those resurrected undead who are still thinking normally, can accept our ideas, and are willing to join them, and select them.
Come out, and then teach them the complete death knight combat system and guide them in the use of death energy. Those who are not soul-minded...can only be used as lower-level cannon fodder."
"What about the quantity?"
Serent nodded and asked again. This question made Tyrion hesitate for a moment:
"The Dark Blade Knights only need to be elite, and this cannot be changed. Filling up the numbers will only make our combat effectiveness drop sharply. The first batch... 100 lower-level knights will be selected first, and 20 high-level knights will be selected based on their performance.
The knights, under the direct leadership of the three of you, should be enough in the short term. Also, don't relax the monitoring of Shattrath City. If the Naaru hidden in it wants to do something, I must get the news as soon as possible!
"
"As you command!"
Serent retreated into the darkness. After he left, Tyrion sat alone on the stone throne. Under his calm eyes, his mind was running rapidly, thinking about the future development of the Dark Blade Knights.
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Now that there are enough resources, the Knights should usher in a new wave of power. The death knight organization in the game, the Knights of the Ebon Blade, is an ideal template. It is commanded by a great lord and has four Apocalypse members in charge of war.
Knights, as well as high-level knights as the intermediate command level, there are also a large number of low-level commanders, and finally there is the constant selection of new recruits.
It is also equipped with a lich and dark mage group that are used to study undead combat techniques, repair the wounded, collect intelligence and formulate war plans, as well as daily training. Most importantly, there is a war fortress that can move quickly in the sky, and
Numerous gargoyles, frost dragons as high-level air combat members, etc.
Judging from the template of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, there is no doubt that the Knights of the Dark Blade formed by Tyrion are still at the lowest level. Therefore, after the war against Ner'zhul and the exile of the orc clan, in the following period,
It will be used for internal development, and how to use the scarce manpower as efficiently as possible is something Tyrion must consider as a high lord.
"Lumi, come to me!"
Tyrion issued a summons through the spiritual link, and a few minutes later, Luminas wearing a black dress appeared on the rooftop. Compared with other death knights, the young lady obviously lacked respect for Tyrion.
But probably because she had just satisfied her desire to kill the orcs, Luminas looked a little lazy, with a look on her face that she had not woken up.
"Why are you looking for me? Tyrion, I'm tired, I'm busy... Too little sleep will affect the quality of the skin. I'm still trying to make a new antiseptic fluid, rose-scented. Do you want some?"
Tyrion didn't know what expression to use in response to this unique way of greeting. After thinking for a few seconds, he raised his head expressionlessly and looked at Lumi, who had her hands on her hips and an impatient look on her face.
Nas, he decided to go straight to the point and not give her a chance to mess around.
"Luminas Yanghen, the high-ranking knight of the Dark Blade Knights, in the name of Lord Dark Blade, I grant you the management rights of Hellfire Fortress. You will be responsible for maintaining the entire Hellfire Peninsula in the coming time.
Develop resources, and always pay attention to the movements of the Dark Portal! If a foreign enemy invades, you must organize a counterattack as soon as possible to buy time for backup!"
Tyrion strengthened his voice:
"Do you understand?"
"Understood!"
Luminas answered loudly, but the next moment, she returned to her salty state. She looked at her rose-colored fingertips and said without looking back:
"But I'm not going!"
"Why?"
Tyrion asked subconsciously, Luminas changed her position and put her hands on her hips, and said nonchalantly:
"There is nothing in the Hellfire Peninsula except the stinking corpses of orcs! It's better to stay in the Dark Temple and sleep. Look at how clean little Ella and Akama have cleaned up this place. You will let me do this."
Then! Why don't you let Rogelio go to that remote country? Why don't you let Serent go? Where's Yrel? You can't bear to let your little pet be exiled, so you want me to kick him there!"
The red light in Luminas' eyes danced:
"I won't do it!"
This reaction made Tyrion stunned for a moment, but then he rubbed his chin, looked at the death knight in front of him with a playful expression, and whispered:
"Lumi... you are trying to regain the habits of a living person! You are doing a dangerous thing. It seems that you have forgotten all the things I warned you."
"I...I didn't!"
This sentence caused Luminas's expression to change, and she quickly retorted: "I know I'm dead, I just... I just want to live a happier life!"
"Happiness? Is this something the dead should expect?"
Tyrion's fist hit the stone throne, and as the debris flew away, Lord Darkblade's voice became extremely cold:
"Go to Hellfire Fortress now! If you don't want to turn into a lunatic between the emotional torture of life and death... just remember it! You are not allowed to recall the past!"
"I don't want to see my friends destroy themselves!"
"Oh...friend, Tyrion, should the dead have friends?"
Luminas retorted:
"You yourself also long for a living life! You can't hide it from me! You are also a wretch! Just like me! Until death comes again, you will only die like an uncared mouse, alone.
Rotting silently in the darkness!"
"I just don't want to live like a mouse! Is this wrong?"
Putting down a fierce resistance, Lumi turned around and rushed into the darkness. If she were alive, she might have burst into tears at this time. Tyrion looked at her leaving back and silently lowered his outstretched hand.
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He knew that he had hurt Luminas again, but... but this was to protect her, really...
The atmosphere on the rooftop became dead again. In the darkness, Tyrion sat on the cold throne, his expression was like a complete sculpture.
"Ella, what are you looking at?"
The hoarse voice suddenly burst out from the darkness, startling the little dwarf who was hiding by the door and peeping his head. She hurriedly walked into the rooftop and reported to Tyrion:
"Knight Luminas left, she left alone, and she took Deathstroke with her."
"Let her go, help me call Rogge in, and Akama."
Tyrion waved her hand, and the dwarf wanted to say something, but in the end she retreated into the darkness silently.
"Roger, you are the person I trust most."
Lord Dark Blade seemed to be in a bad mood. He waved his fingers in annoyance and said to the black-armored knight standing in front of him:
"I want to give you a secret task. No one else can know..."
"Say it, Tyrion!"
Rogge answered very simply. Tyrion picked up a roll of maps from the table on the edge of the throne and handed it to him:
"I want you to take a boat out to sea to find the legendary Faralon Plains of the orcs. It is an isolated island at the northern end of the mainland. It is said that the source of life of the world of Draenor is hidden on that island, but after all, this is just
Legend, but I still hope you can find it."
"There are still some usable ships at the docks of the Temple of Karabor, but I need an assistant!"
"Autumn will go with you."
"Very good! I'll leave immediately!"
Rogelio turned and left. Tyrion looked at his back and suddenly asked:
"Roger, do you still miss little Kane?"
"Kane, my son..."
Rogelio's figure shook, accelerated and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a slightly sad sentence: "How could I not want to? I just forced myself not to think about him..."
"It turns out...it turns out that everyone, everyone has something to worry about, everyone is pretending to be strong..."
Tyrion stretched out his hand and covered his cheek like a frustrated person. In this lonely darkness, he released his fragility and pain to his heart's content, hiding under the cold, increasingly dark shell.
