The death raven's huge wings flapped in the sea-smelling air, carrying its master from the dark temple suspended in the sky, and slowly flew to the isolated island in the sea in front of him.
Tyrion looked around at the surrounding environment. It was different from his memory of Draenor, where everything grew, and the Outland, where everything withered. At this time, Draenor was probably in between the two, in a very dangerous position.
We remain neutral on the situation, but no one can tell when the situation will get worse.
Therefore, the death knight feels that he must prepare in advance. The power of the Dark Blade Knights is scattered in various places in Draenor, like open fingers. Facing the fierce enemy, there is no deterrent. The only choice is to close all the fingers.
Only when you come back and make a fist can you have the capital and ability to fight against any surprises.
The wind whipped up by the Death Raven drew a white trail on the sea behind it, like an airplane parting the water, roaring and landing on the ground of the Fallon Peninsula. The moment it landed, it was
The reef clenched by the steel-like claws shook, and a series of small stones smashed into the sea water below, causing the sharks gathering around to disperse quickly.
"Why are there so many sharks here?"
Tyrion jumped off the raven, looked back at the nearly black sea behind him, and asked softly:
"Did you throw something into the sea?"
Standing next to Tyrion is his old comrade who has been away for 2 years, and the blood mage Autumn, who is fully responsible for the search and war in Falanlon. Rogelio. Sunfury, I haven't seen him in 2 years, this old elf
It's still the same silent posture as before, with the waist straight and the whole body exuding an attitude of keeping away from strangers.
His hair has turned gray like Tyrion, and his original emerald green eyes have also turned light gray, looking like real ice cubes.
Faced with Tyrion's question, Rogelio did not answer. He just pointed at the groups of skeletons not far away. These lowest-level awakened undead were carrying something suspicious back and forth. It seemed that
Like parts of some gigantic corpses, those things had a strange dark green liquid on their surface...Tyrion guessed that it should be some kind of blood.
"The corpse of the original beast."
Rogge briefly introduced: "Full of unimaginably rich vitality, a kind of giant spirit similar to a super-large mammoth, but composed of plants. They are the last layer of guardians of the Flanlon Plain."
"Difficult to deal with?"
Tyrion squinted his eyes and looked at the corpses of the original beasts that were thrown into the water. He touched the beard on his chin: "There are still a lot of them?"
"Unfortunately, it's both!"
Rogge made a "please" gesture to Tyrion, and then led the way. The two of them soon arrived at the fortress of the Dark Blade Knights in the Falalon Plains.
This is a fortress full of undead style. It is surrounded by dark and cold stones to look like a high tower fortress. Between the stones, a material very similar to bones is used to fill it. At the top
It's an extra-large surveillance gem, like an ice-blue eyeball.
This thing was imitated by the Death Knights by absorbing the Warlock spells and specifically using the Eye of Kilrogg for forward reconnaissance. It has lost its ability to move, but has stronger range surveillance capabilities, and with enough energy, it can
It can also scatter spells similar to cannonballs.
Although it's powerful...it's just so-so, more than nothing.
As soon as he stepped into this cold ziggurat fortress, Tyrion was attracted by the huge specimen placed in front of him. He approached the exquisitely made giant spirit specimen with a layer of frost on the outside, and looked back at Luo
Glio:
"Do you still retain the habit of making specimens? I thought you had forgotten this hobby."
"I have to find something for myself to do."
Rogge waved his hand indifferently, while the death knight leader turned his attention to the specimen of the original beast giant in front of him.
This thing is like a giant mammoth, with all four hooves on the ground. It looks like a mammoth, a creature that only lives in Northrend, the northern continent of Azeroth. However, this plant giant is much larger than the mammoth. According to the
Tyrion estimates that this guy who is over 6 meters tall weighs at least 5 tons. He is definitely a behemoth-level creature that is rare in Azeroth and Draenor.
And its skin is also very worthy of its race. The thick and strong layer of plant tissue like vine bark makes up the outer skin of the giant beast. In its hands holding the heavy giant wooden war spear, Tyrion even
You can see the flowers growing between your fingers...
Apart from this, there is no decoration on the skin of this mountain-like giant beast, just like a giant mammoth that has been shaved. Even the pair of ivory tusks are so lifelike, but if you look carefully, the so-called
Ivory is nothing more than two conical pieces of wood.
"When this thing runs against the battle formation, it is simply irresistible."
Rogelio stepped forward and stood beside Tyrion. Looking at the specimen of the giant beast in front of him, he even said a very vivid metaphor:
"It's like a colossus charging into the storm. Everyone knows that the storm can't do anything to it... Three months ago, when this thing rushed out of the spore forest in the center of the Fallon Plain, I worked hard
Two-thirds of the built legions were killed by their charge..."
The old ranger shrugged:
"I almost gave up...until I discovered their Achilles' heel!"
When Rogelio got to the point, he seemed to have stopped talking on purpose, waiting for Tyrion to ask. The latter turned to look at him. The two looked at each other for several seconds. Tyrion coughed slightly and moved away.
He opened his eyes and coughed lightly:
"Okay, you succeeded. I want to know the story. Tell me, what did you find?"
When Tyrion turned his head, a fleeting smile appeared on Rogge's cold face. He quickly stopped his smile and said seriously:
"They have no brains!"
"Um?"
Tyrion narrowed his eyes and made a nasal sound of unknown meaning: "Should I understand this sentence literally? Or is it some kind of symbolic meaning?"
"Literally!"
Rogelio stepped forward and took out a black seed the size of an eye, which looked like a small stone, from the plate next to the specimen. He threw it to Tyrion:
"This is their brain. In fact, we can't expect plants to evolve the same thinking organs as humans and animals. The protozoa giants that rushed out of the battle rushed out of the spore forest with unstoppable momentum.
But that’s it, the further away from that weird spore forest, the more serious their chaos becomes.”
Tyrion narrowed his eyes, and he quickly thought of something very similar:
"Golem?"
"Yes! It's similar to those low-level golems in Quel'Thalas. Once it goes beyond the control range of the control core, only instinctive destruction and defense are left... These giant spirits are worse than the golems. They have their own
He has a temper and character, but he doesn’t have enough wisdom to deal with these complicated things.”
Rogelio spread his hands:
"I didn't defeat them at all in that battle, it was them who defeated themselves. Do you know what these 6-meter-tall, 5-ton invincible monsters look like to me?"
Tyrion showed a "please continue" look, and Rogge snorted and pointed to his head:
"They are like half-finished products. If the Faralon Plains are really the source of life in the world of Draenor, as you said, then this plant djinn is undoubtedly the last guard of the source of life.
It's a pity that it hasn't had time to add wisdom to these best warriors."
"So, what you are saying is that our war on the Farallon Plains is going smoothly?"
Tyrion threw back the black pebbles in his hand, crossed his arms and asked:
"So, how long until I see my 'trophy'?"
"It's been a long time! If I only have as many people as I do, you'll probably have to wait at least 10 years!"
A trace of disdain flashed across Rogelio's face. He turned around and knocked the ice on the specimen behind him. He said:
"Do you know why I froze this specimen?"
The old ranger turned his head and showed a playful smile:
"It's alive! My lord, even if I dig out its "heart", dig out its "brain", and cut off two-thirds of the "blood vessels" in its body, it will still be alive as long as
After thawing, in less than half a day, our ziggurat will be completely submerged by the wildly growing plants that have fallen off it!"
"Do you understand? Tyrion, they are the ultimate creation of the source of life in this world! Unless you burn out every plant tissue, you can't kill them normally. They will not fall, and once they
Falling down is just the beginning of another disaster, they are completely opposite to us!"
"Two months before the start of the Franconian War, we captured this peninsula and burned two-thirds of the land to ashes. But after that, in less than a month, this island...you also
See, its forest coverage is even wider than before, and that mysterious source of life...it is devouring us with its crazy growth of life!"
There was a hint of unwillingness in Rogelio's voice:
"Even if I don't want to admit it, these plant beasts may not need wisdom at all. They can only rely on violent power and completely immortal bodies to truly reshape the world and return it to the barbaric rule of plants.
Down!"
"So, my best general told me that for the first time, the Dark Blade Knights failed in a battle of numbers?"
Tyrion was not too disappointed, he said calmly:
"Don't worry, when the forest grows to its most lush, there will always be a fire falling from the sky. This is the law of nature, life and death. This is also our advantage, Rogge...I am here to inform you this time,
This war has to end."
"It's a pity. I also want to see us capture Flanlon as soon as possible and find the source of life in Draenor. But now we have more troublesome things to deal with. The devil's spies have spent the past half month.
Almost all over Draenor."
The Death Knight Lord moved his fingers and said dissatisfied:
"They are like mice scurrying around under the owner's nose. They think I can't find them. They are walking struttingly on my land. It is obvious that the demons are laughing at us, and they are also planning a world-class war."
Invasion, plan to give me a slap in the face, so you and your legion have to return to the frontal battlefield."
"What about here?"
A substantial flame jumped out of Rogelio's gray eyes: "Do you want me to leave here with shame and failure? Do you want me to accept the ridicule from those brainless plants and leave in despair?
"
"I refuse!"
The stubbornness of the undead was clearly displayed at this moment. Rogge's toughness made Terry stunned for a moment. Then, just like when the two were alive, he stretched out his hand and took Rogge's neck. He whispered
:
"Stop it! We are still fighting after we die, not to accept the hell of defeat...Listen to me, when the arakkoa people of Arak Peak Forest were cleaning up the Sky Peak recently, they found something "good", Lei
Nozomi is letting her collectors unearth that thing as quickly as possible, and as long as we reassemble it, believe me, these damn plants are no problem at all!"
"You have to know that many, many years ago, these rampant plants tried to unify the world, but they failed on the land of the Crow Kingdom..."
Lord Dark Blade's tone became cold:
"I will let you go to the Arak Peaks to reorganize it. After the weapon is reorganized, the Flanlan Plain will be its first target. Believe me, Rogge, I am more eager to get the weapons buried here than you are.
Secret! And all you need to do is be patient and wait... Do you understand?"
Tyrion took a step back, stretched out his finger, and tapped Rogelio's chest:
"Quietly wait for the results to arrive! Help me kill a few demons by the way..."
"Since we have taken root in this world, no one can try to drive us out from here! Not even the devil!"
He clenched his fist, raised it, placed it in front of Rogge, and emphasized his tone:
"As long as they dare to reach out, we will..."
Rogelio also clenched his fist and bumped it with Tyrion's. As ice splashed, the two said in unison:
