The arrival of the Alliance Expeditionary Force made Tyrion wary, but it was only wary. At best, they could only be regarded as the most insignificant of all the troubles faced by the Dark Blade Knights.
5,500 people sounds like a lot, but once the sea of undead sleeping in Hellfire Fortress is awakened, it will only take two charges to eliminate them.
The living can never fight a war of attrition against the dead. As long as the death lord Luminas of Hellfire Citadel does not encounter unexpected circumstances, the expeditionary force will never be able to break through the undead's position even if they fight to the last man.
After more than a year of development, the biggest trouble now facing Tyrion comes from the Black Blade Knights' second stronghold besides the Black Temple, which is far away in the necropolis of Auchinton in Talador.
"call"
In the dark night of Talador, the huge figure of the undead dragon Deathstroke appeared in the sky above Auchindoun. It flew in the air, bringing up a weak storm. Soon, after a few weeks of pronouncement, it landed with the great lord
On the ancient platform of Oakington.
Tyrion jumped down from the undead dragon. He stood on the platform and looked down at the entire tomb. The area that caught his eye was no smaller than the Temple of Darkness. In fact, decades ago, this was the largest tomb in Germany.
The burial place of the Llanei people. The Draenei exiles who believe in the Holy Light will send the corpses of their people to Oakington. They advocate this ritual. 200 years after arriving in the world of Draenor, Oakington became
It is actually the third largest city of the Draenei people.
Not only are the dead inhabited, but many civilians also live around Oakington.
Unfortunately, during the frenzy of the orcs massacring the draenei, they encountered crazy resistance from the draenei in Auchindoun. Seeing that they were unable to capture this majestic capital of death, they were still under the leadership of Gul'dan at the time.
Congress had a bad idea.
They planned to destroy it completely, so following the knowledge granted by the demons, the daring warlocks of the Shadow Council conducted an alien summons under the walls of Auchindoun, but they failed.
The one who responded to the summons was not a powerful demon, but an elemental lord from a mysterious elemental world, a sound element named Momoul. The moment he was summoned, the violent elements tore apart the Shadow Council that tried to control it.
The warlocks, and faced with a steady stream of orcs rushing over to try to kill it, Momoor carried out the final resistance of the elements in madness...self-destruction.
How powerful is an elemental lord's self-destruction?
Just look at Oakington in front of you and you will know.
The gorgeous and towering city wall, which was at least 30 meters long, was completely blown open, and the exquisite and strong inner walls were also completely destroyed. The traces of civilization were completely wiped out. If it weren't for the draenei's tombs, all of them would be built under the ground.
In the palace, nothing can be left here.
Two-thirds of the ground buildings in Auchindoun were destroyed in that explosion, leaving only a gray-white ruins, and the entire southern third of Talador was completely twisted, and all the trees
And forests were destroyed, buildings were razed, and all living creatures, whether they were orcs or draenei, had their bodies torn into pieces.
After the explosion, only a barren land was left here, and now, this land has a new name.
"The largest recruiting ground for the Dark Blade Knights...the bone wilderness filled with death!"
Tyrion stood on the platform of the ruins of Auchindoun, the cloak behind him fluttering in the howling wind. Some strange murmurs seemed to be heard in the strong wind, but they were not the wails of the undead wandering here.
The culprit of the Auchindoun explosion... Sound Lord Mormor, its echoes still exist in the remaining ruins. Some Warlocks of the Shadow Council hiding here tried to regain control of it, but after the death knights occupied it,
After here, the orc warlocks hiding in the underground palace were completely eliminated, and they themselves became the dark warlocks of the Dark Blade Knight.
"Boss, why are you here?"
One of the people in charge of this place, Lord Death Serent, walked quickly onto the platform, stood behind Tyrion, and whispered: "And you didn't even notice in advance."
"I'm just here to check on the situation in Oakington. I'm not seeking blame. You don't need to be nervous."
Tyrion waved his hand and motioned for Serent to stand next to him. He looked at the ruins below. The traces of the big explosion had been cleaned up by the silent dead. On the ground of the ruins, 10 people were neatly located.
The death knight's ground camp, outside the four directions of the tomb passages, is also stationed by Draenei death knights riding on death thunder elephants.
The cleaned ruins are surrounded by necromancy runes and towering ziggurats. Under the influence of these runes, the concentration of death energy in the ruins of Auchinton is always maintained at an extremely high level, which will make the necromancy
It will be easier to awaken, and it will also allow those recruits who have just been exposed to the energy of death to grow faster.
In addition, these runes shining with different lights that can be seen everywhere are engraved on this desolate land, glowing in the darkness, like a resurrected city.
Tyrion also noticed that there was an open-air square standing on the edge of the ruins of Auchindoun. Many death knights who had finished their work and undead souls with clear consciousness gathered there. Some emotional guys were chatting, and more
The dead souls sat silently on their chairs, and some of them even ordered a glass of wine.
This is the unwritten inheritance and custom of the Dark Blade Knights. Although they can no longer taste the taste of fine wine, as Serent once said, drinking is not to get drunk, but more to be in a calm state.
The taste of reminiscing about the past... Although it will be extremely painful to wake up, this dangerous activity that is not prohibited still attracts many death knights to participate.
The recruited recruits were undergoing training on the plain not far away, and in the four large tombs underground, the dark warlocks were continuously building psychic circles. Under the command of Tyrion's will, these have died.
The guys will continue working diligently until the last corpse in Auchindoun is transformed.
In fact, ignoring the various undead spirits walking here and their weird atmosphere, the difference between this place and a human town is not very big.
"The situation here looks very good. It seems that you are a qualified manager! I was not wrong about the person."
Tyrion gave a heartfelt compliment, and Serent smiled widely. As someone who had followed Tyrion during his lifetime, he knew very well that his boss had a stubborn pursuit of rules and order. Under his management,
, the entire Dark Blade Knights have clear hierarchy, all the rules are neatly outlined, and each link is supervised by a specific person.
It is like a war machine that is perfecting itself. Once activated, all enemies standing in front of it will be completely crushed and eaten even to the bone.
"Where are Yrel and Severn?"
Tyrion asked again, and Serent replied hastily:
"Yrel went to the Arak Peaks. Those arakkoa people have been causing a lot of trouble recently. She took away the first legion and planned to completely suppress those ungrateful exiles."
"Seven is in the Sethekk Hall. He is currently studying the arakkoa recruitment experiment."
The Death Knight Lord pursed his lips and said with some disgust:
"It is said that great progress has been made, but I remain skeptical about this. In fact, those ugly degenerates are completely unworthy of joining us. Their beaks and body feathers, as well as their twisted and dark characters, are in my mind
It looks like a monster."
"But you and I both know, Serent, that the true form of a high-level arakkoa is very beautiful, beautiful, very responsible for your and my aesthetics, and extremely powerful. You also saw the captives of the arakkoa captured in the ruins of Tongtian Peak.
Now...it's like a natural elf in the wind."
Tyrion rubbed his chin and whispered:
"They have become so ugly now just because they have been cursed. If Severn's research can expel this curse... the Dark Blade Knights will instantly have a powerful, elegant and abundant air force.
..”
"That's the power we need!"
Tyrion emphasized his tone, but soon he asked another question:
"How many knights are currently stationed at Oakington?"
"There are 500 high-level knights and 1,300 lower-level knights. The infantry used in the forward army does not have much potential and does not think clearly. The number is about 50,000."
Serende’s eloquent report came:
"There are still a large number of defective products, but their strength is weak. Most of them are fragile skeletons and can only be used in wars of attrition. Two days ago, we discovered another large buried tomb in the western part of the Bone Wilderness. According to
Severn estimates that after the conversion of the tomb is completed, the number of lower-level knights can reach 1,500, and correspondingly, the number of infantry can reach 60,000."
This number is already astonishing. 1,500 lower-level death knights appeared on the battlefield. According to the death knight's natural control over the low-level zombies, as long as they are willing, they can form a temporary army of more than 50,000 people in an instant.
The 500 high-level knights are more skilled in the manipulation of death energy. They can also summon a temporary legion of more than 50,000 people, plus the fully formed First Legion and the Hellfire Fortress defense force taken away by Yrel.
As well as the defenders of the Black Temple, Tyrion can set off a death frenzy of more than 200,000 undead with just one order.
But that's not enough...
"Too little!"
A trace of worry appeared in Tyrion's eyes:
"It's too small. To cover the entire world of Draenor, 200,000 undead are far from enough. You need to speed up. Serente, as well as the death recruitment for the arakkoa, tell Severn that no matter what he needs, I will
Try your best to provide it to him, he must complete the death recruitment ceremony for the arakkoa in the shortest possible time!"
"We urgently need power... Where is the control ritual for Momol?"
Tyrion asked again. When this question was raised, Serent's expression became ugly. He answered somewhat stiffly:
"There is no progress. The Broken Shamans under Akama have tried very hard, but unfortunately, they still cannot control Momol. Even if it is just an echo of the elemental lord, once it breaks free one day, it will
It will become a super-sized bomb, and it will blow up the Oakington necropolis that we have built so painstakingly into the sky in an instant."
"I don't think it's the right choice for us to keep it in Oakington."
Serent's gray eyes rolled. He approached Tyrion and lowered his voice:
"Maybe we can send it to Shattrath...let it explode there and kill that nasty city and that nasty naaru! There's a great tomb in that city too, and that's going to be the second one.
Oakington Necropolis..."
This tempting suggestion made Tyrion narrow his eyes. It could be seen that he was seriously thinking about the feasibility of this suggestion, but in the end, he still shook his head.
"I am not benevolent to the city of refugees, but in my eyes, Momol has a greater use... The Broken Ones have been in contact with the elements for too short a time, and they have no background. It is normal for them not to be able to control Momol."
Tyrion glanced to the northwest and said to Serent:
"After I leave, you go find Grokush, let him contact the orcs in Nagrand, and find a few orc shamans to come and assist us."
"Would they agree?"
Serent snorted: "Those orcs hate us very much. After all, we trapped them in Nagrand and exiled their warriors to Frostfire Ridge."
"At least they are still alive! We could have killed them all, but we still let them live."
Tyrion's voice became cold:
"For this alone, they should thank me for my kindness, and believe me, this time, those orcs will cooperate obediently, because we have an offer they can't refuse... The Dark Portal has been reopened, plug
Lunt, ask Grokush to tell Mother Gaiaan that if she still cares about the future of those young orcs, she should seriously consider cooperating with us."
"The dark door has opened?"
There was a hint of surprise in Serent's hollow voice: "Will those orcs come back? Are we going to prepare for war?"
"They have taken root in Azeroth. Life in the new world is much better than Draenor...and even if they come back, we can drive them back!"
Lord Darkblade smiled and waved his hand to call back the death knell of the undead dragon that was hovering in the sky. He jumped on the back of the undead dragon, pulled up the reins, and said to Serent:
"Remember what I said, after I come back, I hope to see new progress in Oakington!"
"Where are you going? Boss."
Serent looked at the take-off Death Knell. He stretched out his hand to suppress his blown hair and shouted loudly: "Do you need me to send some people to protect you?"
"Let your knights prepare for war, Serent... don't be too immersed in the memories of the past, and then keep an eye on Auchindoun for me. Once the order is given, you must rush to Hellfire Peninsula as quickly as possible.
..."
Tyrion waved towards Serent:
"As for me, I want to go to the Arak Peaks. The war with the arakkoa has gone on for too long. It's time to end!"
