Negotiating a deal with an upright Paladin is an absolutely terrible experience.
They are stubborn and have serious moral obsessiveness, which prevents certain shady practices in transactions. They often recite sacred scriptures, so that they will use some words of prayer as mantras. If you do not believe in the Holy Light, then this conversation
The experience was absolutely terrible.
Tyrion was well aware of the hobbies of these paladins, so he had no intention of completing an exchange and transaction with Turalyon in this sacred place. In fact, the three things snatched back by the orcs were not worthless to him.
Useless.
He won't hand them over honestly, at least not yet.
"If you are interested, let Khadgar come and talk to me!"
Tyrion stopped Turalyon's intention to bargain with a tough tone. He looked at the Paladin with no special light in his eyes. In his eyes, the Paladin was a big trouble, and for now, he might still
Not really a threat.
"Magics are easier to deal with than paladins."
When walking out of the hall, Luminas said to Yrel next to her in an unabashed voice:
"They are more practical than those fanatics, and their thinking is not as rigid as the Paladins. Most importantly, it is pleasant to talk to them. They are all knowledgeable people, and most of them will talk and laugh with you, rather than being like
Some annoying guys just say old-fashioned advice..."
This was obviously a satire, but Turalyon did not waste time arguing with the death knights. Instead, he frowned and walked to another exit of the square. He had to communicate this matter with Khadgar in the shortest possible time.
.
It was a very bad situation for the artifact to fall into the hands of Tyrion, but it was not without its benefits. According to some exiled orcs in Shattrath, the sudden rise of the undead drove the remaining power of the orcs to the Frostfire Ridge in the westernmost part of the continent.
, to find them one needs to cross the entire world, which is an almost impossible journey for the currently heavily damaged Alliance advance army.
But what's the cost?
Judging from Turalyon's limited understanding of Tyrion, this price is destined to be very shocking.
And when the death knight left the hall and walked on the wide upper platform of Shattrath City, Tyrion frowned as he looked at the refugees pointing at them. He hated being watched.
Condition.
"Go back to the Dark Temple..."
After the high lord gave the order, the death knights began to call for their flying mounts. The first batch of bone griffons used for experimental flight had long been outdated. In more than a year, the death knights had new flying mounts.
The mount is a bipedal wyvern widely distributed in Draenor. These predatory beasts are reawakened after death and are infused with enough death energy to maintain their own will.
This makes their bodies strong enough to communicate with death knights at a low level, while still retaining a certain degree of aggression. Most importantly, after putting on heavy black armor, these carefully selected ugly beasts can also
Becoming majestic is in line with the discerning aesthetics of the members of the Dark Blade Knights.
"Hey, let's go first, boss."
Luminas, who was riding on the flying dragon, looked back and shouted to Tyrion with a strange look on her face. Then she took Yrel, who still wanted to watch the fun, to share the ride, and rushed in quickly.
in the sky.
Tyrion, who had grabbed the reins of the flying dragon, stopped in place. He felt the familiar eyes behind him, the familiar scent of flowers and plants, and the familiar feeling.
Alleria Windrunner, who rushed to Shattrath as quickly as possible, stood 10 meters away from the death knight. Under her hood, her eyes were fixed on the death knight's back. The latter was a little difficult.
He tightened the reins of the undead wyvern and seemed to be planning to leave just like that.
Just like running away.
"Tyrion!"
Alleria called out: "We meet old friends, do you want to go have a drink?"
This sentence was said tremblingly, and the vibrato was clearly heard by the death knight. The prayer and desire mixed in the voice made him clench his fingers. After a moment, he patted the undead flying dragon,
The huge death beast let out an unpleasant roar, flapped its wings and rushed into the sky, leaving the death knight in place.
He turned around and looked at Alleria. After not seeing her for nearly two years, the girl had lost a lot of weight and looked increasingly fragile.
"All right."
He said dryly, and while Alleria's eyes showed a hint of surprise, the death knight silently wiped his chest. Under the hard armor, there was no beating heart.
But...his emotions that have been calm for more than a year will beat so fiercely at this moment?
A few minutes later, these two somewhat unique guests walked into the End of the World Tavern in the slums of Shattrath City. This is a tavern opened by the Draenei living here. It is very popular with the exiles, but the owner of the tavern
, a Draenei woman who still retains her charm was obviously the first time she received a death knight. She was a little scared and a little confused.
The guests of the tavern began to make noises when Tyrion stepped into it, but the "feat" of the death knights at the city gate had revealed the cost of provoking them, so these drunken guys just cursed in a low voice,
They were whispering, and just after Tyrion glanced back with a cold expression, even these whispers disappeared without a trace.
Lord Darkblade's reputation is not good in today's Draenor, but it is enough to make people fear him. He and the undead under his command have almost waged war on every remaining race in the world. It is definitely a war in this world.
king.
In order not to cause trouble, the owner of the tavern personally took Tyrion and Alleria to the quiet second floor of the tavern. There were almost no guests here, which was perfect for discussing some private matters.
Because of Alleria's appearance, the somewhat agitated Death Knight did not notice that in the corner of the first floor of the tavern, there was a slender figure sitting there, looking at him with a slightly hostile look.
"I told you not to come to Draenor...this world is not for you."
Tyrion held the wine glass, looked at Alleria in front of him, and whispered: "And you are always so disobedient."
Alleria lowered her head and said nothing.
The death knight drank a glass of wine, which was also a tasteless liquid, but at this moment, he seemed to be tipsy and kept talking:
"I've told you more than once, don't stubbornly pursue your past feelings. I'm already dead, and my heart was dug out by those orcs..."
He knocked on his chest, and the heavy armor made a low collision sound:
"Here, there is no beating heart here. I am now a cold enough, ruthless death knight. Spreading death and fighting against life and order is my current dogma, but you...you provoke this dogma again and again.
, sometimes I wonder if I am too generous to you."
"Bang"
The frozen wine glass was smashed on the table, and Tyrion's eyes became cold, but when he saw Alleria, who lowered her head and said nothing, his severe coldness dissipated in an instant, and there was no need.
The breathing death knight was silent for a moment, and he let out a long sigh.
"Why?"
"You were once a proud and independent girl, why do you want to humble yourself so much now?"
Alleria still didn't speak, as silent as a doll. After the two sides were silent for several minutes, when the atmosphere became awkward, the death knight stood up. Under his cold appearance, he was very irritable.
, he wants to leave this place.
"I say it again, Alleria, leave Draenor as quickly as possible, this world is not safe."
At this moment, Alleria raised her head. She did not shed tears, and there was a stubborn calmness in her eyes. She looked up at the death knight who stood up, and said in a hoarse voice with a hint of magnetism:
"You told me more than once that you have no feelings anymore, right? Tyrion?"
"You tell me, when you look at me, Shiva, Vereesa, and your mother, it's like you're watching a passing scene without being able to bring yourself into it... You tell me, you are no longer me.
Tyrion in your memory, right?"
"That's right!"
The death knight nodded, pointed at his heart, and said calmly:
"This body is dead. It carries a soul that is indifferent enough. That soul is incomplete and loses more than just emotions. When I look at the past calmly enough, removing all the emotional troubles, what appears in front of me is a
The past is not worth remembering...whether it's you or...mother."
"But you're lying to me!"
Alleria stood up. After Tyrion's unfortunate death, she bravely looked into those ice-blue eyes for the first time. She took something out of the small bag on her belt and put it away.
In the palm of your hand.
"You're lying to me, Tyrion... You're lying to everyone! You're lying to yourself!"
When Alleria's fingers parted, the frozen flower appeared in front of the Death Knight. This thing sketched out his memories of Quel'Thalas, the one who witnessed the death of General Lyressa.
At night, that time of extreme emotions that went completely berserk and uncontrollable, that time of breaking the death command, the final farewell, and the cold blood and tears.
Emotions that could no longer be suppressed rushed into his mind, causing Tyrion to subconsciously take a step back, as if he wanted to stay away from the ice flower that represented the past.
All the disguises were completely shattered when this thing was taken out. Alleria was not a stupid girl trapped in love. If she hadn't found evidence that could subvert everything, how could she leave her family and come all the way?
To this other world?
Alleria saw the change in Tyrion's eyes. For a moment, she was sure that Tyrion's eyes had returned to what they were before, no longer cold, but familiar melancholy and enthusiasm.
But immersed in the memories of the past, this is an out-and-out disaster for the undead.
The memories of the past began to go out of control. The memories from birth to death, the passionate love with Alleria, the skin-to-skin contact between the two of them, those beautiful memories of the past that were hidden deep in his soul, broke through like a blowout.
Breaking the defense line of the undead will, his originally tough soul became weak, and the layer of defensive psychic armor was torn into holes.
And the noisy voice that has been lingering around the soul seems to have found a weakness. It roars and fills the death knight's heart, like a rapidly spreading virus, starting to infect his soul.
Apocalypse!
Apocalypse sensed the weakness of the sword holder, it sensed that Tyrion's mind had become fragile, it seized upon the weakness of Tyrion's cold soul, and it began to bite back!
"Bang"
The magic sword Apocalypse that was placed in the storage ring was thrown on the ground. The activity of the magic sword that took the opportunity to rebel has never been so violent. It even jumped on the ground, and that kind of sound, that kind of omnipresent harsh sound
It made Tyrion's soul twitch.
"Enough! Enough!"
Tyrion held his head and staggered back several steps, pushing the tables and chairs behind him. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. But the next moment, he was hugged by a pair of warm arms.
In my arms.
Alleria's fingers stroked Tyrion's twitching cheek. She hugged the death knight tightly. She looked at the magic sword at the feet of the two of them. She knew that she seemed to have made a mistake, and this mistake was about to...
Tyrion pushed into the abyss, and the nervous ranger held Tyrion's violently shaking head to her chest. She dragged the death knight's body in a panic to keep him away from the violent magic sword.
Bian said:
"Is this what you've been fighting against? Is it why you keep me away from you? You're trying to protect me... You're so stupid, Tyrion, you're so stupid."
"How can you fight against all this by relying on yourself... You still need me, and I will always stand with you, you lonely wretch... I was not able to be by your side when you needed me most,
Now... now I will never leave you again."
"Don't be afraid...Don't be afraid, I will stand with you and we will fight it together."
Alleria lowered her head and kissed Tyrion's cold lips. The death knight's response was beyond her expectation. He hugged the elf ranger tightly and responded enthusiastically to the deep kiss. For a moment
In an instant, Alleria sensed the danger, but she soon opened all her defenses against Tyrion.
She believed that Tyrion would not hurt her.
"Bang"
Just when the passionate kiss reached its climax, Alleria was suddenly pushed away roughly by Tyrion. The death knight stood up tremblingly, leaned against the wall, and waved his hands to signal Alleria to stay away from him.
"Go...go quickly! Don't come close to...me, I'm going...to lose control..."
"What's wrong with you? Tyrion, you..."
Alleria's doubts were answered the next moment. When Tyrion raised his head again, the sharp canines at the corners of his mouth pierced his lips, and those eyes... had turned as red as blood,
A dangerous smell of blood filled the surrounding air, making Alleria, who was risking everything, feel a fatal threat.
