Tyrion doesn't know that in another world that has been isolated, there is a beautiful girl who is thinking about his head. In fact, even if he knew, he certainly wouldn't care too much.
The Dark Portal has been closed. Under such circumstances, the Bronze Dragon has no way to enter Draenor's timeline unless it uses some rare items. The most important point is that it can rashly change without permission.
The timeline of another world is a crime in the eyes of the bronze dragon group.
To sum up, at least until the next opening of the Dark Portal, Tyrion can temporarily put aside the troubles of the Time Guardian.
But this does not mean that he will turn a blind eye to the dangers that exist. Perhaps, he will set a clever trap and wait for the unwilling lady to come to his door?
It was night, and Tyrion was walking alone in the corridor of the Dark Temple. He was not wearing heavy armor, but was wearing a dark elf robe. He looked like a handsome young man when he was still alive.
On his way forward, the lower-level death knights guarding the temple leaned down to pay tribute, and then quietly left here under the silent command of the boss.
The curiosity of the dead is very weak, and no one will hide and eavesdrop at the risk of angering Tyrion.
"Nasa, guard this place and don't let anyone come over!"
Tyrion gave an order, and the silent shadows around him floated, indicating that the watchers accepted the order.
After confirming that there was no risk of leaking secrets around him, Tyrion took a few steps forward and reached out to push open the cell door in front of him.
In the quiet darkness in front of him, the old orc Ner'zhul sat cross-legged on the ground, with his back to the death knight. He once swore to the elements that he would save Draenor, but after his failure, the elements abandoned him. This old man
The shaman lost an arm and at the same time his own strength.
Elements...these primitive powers that coexist with the world are so "willful". Unlike magic and other powers, elements are the most difficult existences to deal with. When they love you, they are willing to do almost anything for you, but once
If you disappoint them, they will abandon you in an instant.
Today, Ner'zhul can be described as a lonely old man who has lost everything.
"What? Is the winner coming to give a speech?"
Ner'zhul said softly:
"Are you here to show off your power to me, a loser? Or is my old life finally coming to an end? Are you here to relieve me?"
"Why do you have such a bad idea? My friend Ner'zhul, is this the image I have in your eyes? It's really disappointing."
Tyrion stood in the darkness and whispered:
"You see, now, in this dark place, where the sun cannot shine, there is no better place to discuss some conspiracies than here. I am here just to let you hear my thoughts on Draenor and Azeroth.
The future plans of these two worlds, believe me, this is not a deliberate show off by the winner, I am not bored enough to show off myself in front of an orc who has lost everything."
"Pooh!"
Ner'zhul spat roughly on the ground:
"When the word friend comes out of your mouth, it makes me sick! What does your plan for the future have to do with me?"
Tyrion didn't take Ner'zhul's unabashed ridicule seriously. He said in the hollow and low voice of a death knight:
"Because after I died, after I decided to form the Dark Blade Knights, I had my own plans and designs for these two connected worlds. They were two completely different paths, one full of killing and death.
, the other is more gentle, and now these two roads have crossed, and that node is you..."
"I?"
Ner'zhul looked back at the death knight. After confirming that the death knight was not joking, he squinted his eyes and asked:
"Why me?"
The death knight shrugged:
"I can't answer this question for you, Ner'zhul. I can only say that if there is such a thing as destiny in this world, then it is really too harsh on you. The problem is that it chose you and me, and you
I can't resist."
Tyrion moved his wrist, walked forward, and sat cross-legged opposite the old orc. He looked at Ner'zhul's eyes that seemed to have lost all hope. He pondered for a moment and said:
"I can't tell you your future, because once you know all that, it will undoubtedly affect our future "cooperation." I can only say that your choice will directly affect the future development of the Dark Blade Knights.
!”
"Aha, I'm so important, should I feel honored?"
The old shaman said disdainfully:
"If this matter is really as important as you say, maybe you should chop me to death with a knife and then turn me into a corpse loyal to you to ensure that everything is safe!"
"You think I don't want to do that?"
The death knight replied coldly. He looked at the old orc and said in a deep voice:
"Why don't I force you to do that?"
"First, the stakes are so high that if you are not willing to do it yourself, it will undoubtedly fail."
"Second, to force an unwilling soul to make a "noble" sacrifice for my cause, you can understand that it is difficult for me to make up my mind. To be honest, I would not be here if I had any other choice.
I have come to tell you so much, so put down your meaningless hatred and listen to me!"
These words made Ner'zhul's narrowed eyes flash with a cunning light, and his remaining five fingers shook in the air:
"So, the initiative seems to have returned to me. Can I regard it as... you are begging me, huh?"
"This joke is not funny!"
The death knight said dryly:
"This is something that is good for both you and me. You see, Ner'zhul, you are not a hero. You and I both know this. It's just fate that pushed you to this position! In a sense, you are actually
Very pitiful."
"Gul'dan took advantage of your longing for your deceased wife and your own cowardice, letting you serve the devil, and then kicked you away. And I...it's a pity that what I used was your desperate decision after knowing everything.
In the end, you have the courage and obsession with atonement. You are not a good person! You are very selfish, but you still have a trace of conscience."
"conscience?"
Ner'zhul lowered his head and responded dully:
"Maybe, maybe that thing caused me to be like this!"
"So, you are a very emotional orc with a rare wisdom. What is really regretful is that you do not have the decisiveness to match this wisdom, so disasters befall you one after another, but believe me... If you can
, I am not willing to put these conspiracies on you, you are already miserable enough."
Tyrion gave Ner'zhul another stab at being in a bad mood. Seeing the old orc become angry, Tyrion abruptly changed the topic to another aspect.
"Tell me about my plan. After the undead army is formed, I can completely slaughter Draenor all the way, just like the orcs once did, turning all living creatures into my soldiers until the end of this world.
A living being falls in a pool of blood until the echo of life in this world is completely extinguished, and then he commands these soldiers to invade Azeroth and start a new cycle of life and death."
The death knight shook his head:
"I may not be able to solve the myriad problems of both worlds, but I can directly solve the idiots who cause them!"
"When both worlds become the kingdom of death, all problems will cease to exist, but this is a waste of time. I need time, and the risk of doing this is a bit high, so there is another path in my plan.
.”
He stretched out a finger, waved it in front of Ner'zhul's eyes, and said softly:
"I need a trustworthy...collaborator! A true collaborator. Maybe there will be a third or fourth collaborator in the future. In short, I will treat the remaining lives in Delano with tenderness, such as Na
At the same time as Gran and the orcs of Frostfire Ridge, in another world, my collaborators will also advance our common cause!"
"When the time is right...the two sides will join forces!"
The death knight clenched his fists, and a rare excitement flashed through his dim eyes. He stared at Ner'zhul and said in a deep voice:
"Imagine it! By that time, the two worlds will fall into our hands in an instant! We will reshape the order of the two worlds. The most important thing is that no one can restrain us! Whatever we want to do, we will
You can do anything!”
Ner'zhul saw the excitement flashing across the face of the always indifferent Death Knight. He subconsciously clenched his remaining fists, but soon, a hint of cunning appeared on the old orc's face, and he said meaningfully.
:
"Aren't you afraid that I will regret it halfway? From what you say, this seems to be a very important and secret matter."
"Repent? Ner'zhul, you may have misunderstood what I meant!"
Tyrion sneered and said:
"You may think that you have seen hell in the 20 years in Draenor, but you have never seen real hell. If you really get to that point, it's not that you want to go back on your word and say you don't play anymore.
The game will be over!"
"Sacrifice, necessary sacrifice is the basis of trust between both parties, and interest is the bond that maintains the alliance. If you really want to join this game, you have to make sacrifices!"
The death knight stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said softly:
"You see, I have made a sacrifice. I will give up my plan to completely occupy Draenor and leave the last resting place for your compatriots. And I can guarantee that no matter what problems arise in this world, the civilization of the orcs will remain the same."
The fire never ends in Draenor!"
"As for our common interests, that is that we actually have the same enemy...Shh, don't ask any more questions. What I concealed is not to harm you, on the contrary, it is to protect you. When you make a choice,
You will know who our common enemy is!"
"I hope you won't be so scared that you wet your pants by then."
Tyrion opened the door again, and before leaving, he looked back at the silent old orc and said:
"The power of choice is given to you. You can choose to give up everything and wait for death alone in a cage, or return to your ancestors and watch your world being destroyed in the end. Of course, you can also choose to continue living and endure it.
Ozu.”
"Perhaps one day in the future, another or another group of inexplicable guys will appear in front of you, and they will give you another choice, which is a signal to join this game of destiny. I am too tired to sit at the card table alone.
I am lonely, and I desperately hope that a second contestant can enter."
"And if you choose this path, then my advice is: no matter what you encounter, please grit your teeth and persevere. It will be a very painful path, and it will be a sacrifice you make, but I can
What I guarantee is that as the Great Lord of the Dark Blade Knights, I guarantee that you will eventually get everything you hope for!"
"Don't make a decision in a hurry, there is still plenty of time, think about it carefully."
And at the moment Tyrion left, Ner'zhul suddenly asked:
"It's a trap, right?"
The lonely old orc stood up, stared at the back of the death knight, and said viciously:
"My prisoner career itself is a trap, just like fishing bait. You are using me to hoist up some existences that threaten you. You keep saying that the choice is in my hands. In fact, I have no choice at all. I can only follow the instructions.
You do what you say, right?"
"Yes, this is a trap. I also want to know, who would be so lucky to step into it?"
Tyrion turned around and showed a calm smile to Ner'zhul in the darkness:
"Also, who says you don't have a choice?"
"At least you can choose to die and end your life with your own hands. You can do it at any time. Don't worry, as long as you can make up your mind, no one in this palace will stop you!"