Velen's brows raised, and his well-maintained long white eyebrows jumped in the air a few times. The prophet began to look at the death knight in front of him with another look, and he asked in a low voice:
"Does the "Great Migration" of the orcs have anything to do with you?"
"You have been closed off for too long!"
Tyrion's fingers jumped: "Mr. Nerozhu is still a guest in the Black Temple. In fact, if I hadn't planned the migration of the orcs, it's still unknown whether Teledor would still exist."
The death knight's eyes narrowed and he looked at the prophet:
"After all, with the temper of the orcs, it's hard to say what they will do to the remaining draenei after they know that the demons are following you, and that they and their world are just incidental victims...
You have already experienced the recklessness and violence of others 10 years ago, haven't you?"
The death knight's answer caused the prophet's fingers to stop turning the rosary beads. After a moment, he let out a long sigh:
"Kil'jaeden's hatred for us has never weakened even across the stars and time. Our fall in Draenor was just an accident. No one wanted to see this happen. It makes everyone feel regretful.
disaster."
"Then you should at least tell the orcs about the hidden dangers of demons after you settle in this world!"
Tyrion said tit for tat:
"Rather than pretending that nothing happened to build your own city, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, in fact, if you can honestly tell the orc ancestors 200 years ago about this danger, maybe the orcs will
If you were tricked into drinking the devil's blood, it wouldn't happen..."
"You tried to cover up a disaster with silence, but in the end it triggered a bigger and worse disaster. Prophet, I think at least in this matter, you have an unshirkable responsibility for the collapse of this world and the depravity of the orcs!"
The death knight took a step back and snorted:
"As for Kil'jaeden, that bigot just feels that you betrayed the friendship and trust of the Triumvirate, that's all. It was your best friend and dearest brother. If that were me, I would too.
I’m going after you like crazy.”
"Pa"
The rosary in Velen's hand was fastened tightly, and on his old cheeks, those eyes that seemed to hold a sea of stars stared at Tyrion:
"You actually know the story between me and Kil'jaeden... This makes me even more curious. What kind of soul is contained in the dead body in front of me?"
"That question makes no sense, Prophet."
Tyrion spread his hands, a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes:
"Unless you agree to my request after knowing the answer, I will not answer you."
"That's impossible, kid."
The prophet shook his head and said slowly:
"I still don't know what you want me to do for you. You are a leader, and I am also a leader. We all know the burden of leadership. Many times, we cannot arbitrarily obey our own will to wave the sword in our hands and protect the people's talents.
That’s the first thing we have to consider.”
"Okay, I'll tell the truth."
Tyrion lowered his voice again:
"I am already familiar with the division of domination in the future world of Draenor. Unfortunately, a factor beyond my control has appeared in this terrible world recently... You can think that I am sowing discord, and that doesn't matter, but after I go back
, you can send your scouts, or go to Gorgrond yourself to have a look...A barbaric race that does not belong to this world is taking root there."
The death knight crossed his fingers and looked at the prophet:
"I can't deal with him alone, so I need your help. It will be good for you, me, and our respective peoples if we work together to drive him away."
"Just drive away?"
Viren narrowed his eyes:
"This seems to be different from the behavior of the Dark Blade Knights."
"With all due respect, even with the help of an immortal like you, we can't kill it."
The death knight didn't seem to want to say too much on this issue. He replied casually:
"There is no weapon in this world that can kill it."
The prophet thought for a moment, then nodded:
"Okay, we need some time to verify. If it is really as you said, that creature is a great threat to my people, I am willing to help."
This straightforward answer made Tyrion stunned for a moment. The prophet seemed to know what the death knight was thinking. He glanced at the silent Yrel and whispered:
"We all learn from past disasters. The fall of Karabor and Shattrath taught us exiles a lot...Now, can you tell me where you learned so many secrets about what happened in the past few years?"
How do you know what happened ten thousand years ago?"
Faced with this question, Tyrion just glanced at the pendant on the prophet's chest. The pendant was inlaid with a gorgeous and mysterious purple gem. He replied:
"The song of the soul, one of the Atama crystals, allows you to see through the silhouette of the future and make the most favorable judgment. The price I pay for seeing through fate is much more painful. When I am wandering on the edge of death, I see
I have seen many fragments of time, although they are only fleeting, but they are enough for me to see many secrets."
The death knight took a step back and asked in a puzzled tone:
"And what I'm more curious about is, if the Soul Song gem can really reveal the future, then why didn't you react to the war and massacre launched by the orcs, but just let it happen?"
Tyrion's answer was difficult to believe completely, but it was impossible to refute. After all, the prophet himself had never died once, and he could not be sure whether Tyrion's words were true or false. However, Tyrion's next question made people confused.
The prophet was silent for a long time, and he replied with some lack of interest:
"It's not omnipotent, Tyrion, and some fates can't be changed just by knowing about them. Seeing through the future is not something worth bragging about. Many times, it can only bring pain and heartache.
Painful and irreparable, I can only watch the disaster happen and feel guilty."
The conversation with Tyrion had ended, and the prophet turned to leave. The moment he left the hall, Velen's weak voice reached Tyrion's ears:
"Please be kind to Yrel, that child...has suffered too much."
After Velen left the scene with the draenei, under Adal's gaze, the Shuangbo people who originally had deep hatred finally began their communication.
The Alliance Expeditionary Force is currently in a very embarrassing situation. They are not fully prepared for the drastic changes that have occurred in the world of Draenor in more than a year. In fact, it is difficult for anyone to believe that in just more than a year, Terry can
Ang has gathered such a huge force.
More than 5,000 soldiers of the expeditionary force were trapped in the Hellfire Peninsula and were not allowed to enter. The garrison there would no longer attack the expeditionary force. But if the soldiers of the expeditionary force wanted to leave the Hellfire Peninsula, they would encounter an enemy that they could not resist at all.
Being blocked is like being trapped in a cage.
There are only two ways before them now, either open the Dark Portal and return to Azeroth, or negotiate with Tyrion to retrieve the stolen artifact in a peaceful way. However, it is not without good things.
After understanding the current situation in the world of Draenor, the Alliance finally does not need to worry about the orc problem. The orc power in the world of Draenor has been compressed to the extreme and can no longer pose a threat to another world.
But instead, after the expeditionary force returns, the alliance countries may need to be prepared to deal with the overwhelming undead army that will attack at any time.
In a sense, that is ten thousand times worse than the orc invasion!
"So, what do you want to talk to me about?"
The meeting with Velen was not considered a success, but at least they had contact with each other. Tyrion was 70% sure whether Velen would agree to his request. He was sitting on the chair brought by Yrel.
, looking at the commanders of the Alliance Expeditionary Force in front of him with an extremely relaxed attitude.
He did not hide his contempt for them at all.
This arrogant posture made General Danas angry again, but he was not a professional in negotiation, so the right to speak naturally fell into the hands of the wisest guy among the commanders.
Archmage Khadgar took a step forward, staring at the death knight with his sea-blue eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"First of all, we want you to return the artifact stolen by the orcs."
"Secondly, I would like to know where Captain Alleria and Paladin Myra Blade of Dawn were taken by you? Please release them."
“Two very rude requests!”
Tyrion looked at Khadgar calmly and replied:
"But negotiation is a transaction, so I really want to know, what can I get?"
"We will evacuate Draenor and will not cause you any more trouble. Your legions deployed in Hellfire Peninsula can also be transferred to other battlefields."
A glimmer of light flashed in Khadgar's eyes, and he said calmly:
"To conquer all of Draenor, you probably need to use every ounce of power you have, right?"
This answer made Tyrion and Yrel laugh at the same time. After a brief laugh, Tyrion's expression became serious. He stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Khadgar's eyes:
"Two mistakes, Archmage. First of all, your existence is not a problem to me at all. The death knights of the garrison only need a wave of charges to capture your poor camp. Secondly, even if you don't come,
, the legions of Hellfire Citadel will still stay there..."
The death knight narrowed his eyes. He changed his sitting position and put his arms on his knees. Amidst the collision of armor, Tyrion said softly:
"Don't you really think that the garrison of Hellfire Fortress is used for defensive warfare? Let me remind you, use your poor imagination to think about it. Once the Dark Portal is reopened, the garrison will
What kind of waves can the Sea of the Undead cause in your world? There is no reason why the orcs can do things that we can’t do.”
"Are you threatening us?"
The grumpy dwarf stepped forward and shouted: "Azeroth does not accept threats! You can let your undead try to cross the Dark Portal, and the legions of Watchfort will tear your undead into bones.
!”
"I'm not threatening you! Dwarves!"
Tyrion said in a deep voice:
"I just want to remind you one thing... The reason why I left the Alliance advance army is because your existence is meaningless. 5,500 undead are nothing to the Dark Blade Knights. The only thing that makes sense is you.
Four! If you die, you will probably become the high-end combat force I need now, so recognize the reality, commanders!"
"You have no right to make conditions in front of me!"
Tyrion curled his fingers and his voice became cold:
"Want to get the artifact back? Yes, but you need to work for me... What's that look in your eyes, dwarf, I won't let you help me move the body! I just need a guy who can fight, for me
Fight for a while, and then I will return the artifact to you, and then I will give you a gift and leave this world!"
Yrel also said helpfully:
"As a qualified commander, you should give some thought to the soldiers under your command! Is everyone willing to follow you and die on the battlefield?"
"We will not fight for evil!"
Turalyon shook his head and firmly rejected Tyrion's request, but the next moment, the death knight waved his hand:
"No, no, no, you understand wrong. I don't need all of you to come. With your strength, coming is a burden. Among you, there is only one thug I like!"
This naked humiliation made the commanders in front of him furious. Tyrion's eyes finally fell on the Archmage, and he said playfully:
"So I am waiting for your answer, my friend Khadgar."
Tyrion's gaze made Khadgar take a step back. He spread his hands and whispered:
"Lord Dark Blade values me so much, should I feel honored? But if you are really sincere..."
"Shua"
The black soul stone was thrown into Khadgar's hand. Tyrion stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his body, turned around and walked out of the hall with Yrel:
"This is my sincerity, and this is also the reward I paid in advance. One day later, I will be waiting for you, my warrior Khadgar, at Auchinton Necropolis!"
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In the evening, Khadgar came to the Tianya Tavern alone. He searched among the bustling crowd, and soon he found a special person in the corner.
The Archmage sat at the table and looked at the high elf in white robes in front of him. He asked with a hint of vigilance:
"I received your magic letter, but what I'm more curious about is, who are you?"
"Archmage Khadgar, doesn't it feel good to serve evil? And does it matter who I am?"
The bronze dragon Sephiel drank a glass of wine very generously. She wiped her mouth and said meaningfully:
"You only need to know that in this world, I am the only one who can help you overcome your difficulties. That's enough!"
